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You Really Got Me >> Kraglin Obfonteri X Reader

Title: You Really Got Me

Paring: Kraglin Obfonteri X Reader 

Warnings: fluff, secret relationship, matchmaking, Groot is adorable

Spoilers: set after Guardians of The Galaxy: Volume 2. Be safe, spoilers are in here!

Request: Scarlet_Riddle

Author's Note: I just wanted to say that I really like Kraglin, and I hope I do him justice! 

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The Guardians of the Galaxy were no strangers to trouble, trouble on alien planets; trouble in general. But on the Outer Rim of known space, stranded on a semi-hostile planet while shady hired dealers were working on refuelling the Milano, you were saddled with the long watch-shift to keep everyone safe on the shift. While Mantis was grabbing sleep, Groot practicing his vocabulary, Gamora cleaning her guns and Drax working out, you and Kraglin were sitting with your weapons, keeping an eye and ear out.

"Do we really need to keep watch?" You had asked Peter, dubious. It wasn't as hostile a planet where the people would shoot on sight, yet, the captain of the ship was set on it, and set with saddling the job on his adopted brother Kraglin, too. "I mean, one person, sure, but two? It's overkill."

Kraglin had agreed with you, but Peter was adamant. "Trust me on this, _________."

So, you two were left out, sitting with your sword, and Kraglin with his blaster. It was a nice night, and you could see the constellations like what you've come to recognise living away from Earth. The twin moons in the horizon are rising over the mountain range, and bathing you and your broadsword in ample moonlight. The forest around the both of you is silent, empty except for its fauna, creatures darting to the places where they would rest their heads for the night, the odd birdcall made before they settled.

"So, Kraglin..." you start, moving your sword in the dirt, looking to your companion, and fellow Guardian of the Galaxy. The moonlight kissed his face sweetly, bathing his features with the silvery light, those green eyes ablaze with potential, "You never said how you became a Ravager."

He's silent for a second. The blaster in his hands is held tight, and with a deep breath expelled, the gun is lowered to his side. Kraglin looks you in the eyes, and released another sigh. Two sighs. No wonder he hadn't told the story like you told your many little stories, this seemed to be a little heavier in its emotional baggage.

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you..." he says, giving you a little smirk. But you saw straight through it – it was as much as a front as Peter's need for music to cover the losses in his life. "I was just a kid from Xandar, ten. Xandar wasn't as nice as it was back then, and there was a raid on my parent's ship when we got back from a special trip on some planet." He looks to the ground, where his boots scuff the dirt, digging it to cover the caps of his toes. "It was a Kree ship, and we were shot down. Nova Corps did all they could, but covered it. Said we was dead."

You frown, not sure if you heard that right. "Wait, we're talking about same Nova Corps, with Nova Prime, and –," you stop yourself, raising your brows. "How did you survive?"

Kraglin smiles. "Ravager ship was just leaving the atmosphere. Yondu's. Saved my life."

You smile, remembering the late Ravager, and his odd acts of kindness he made over the years. "And you just stayed with him from then on?" you ask, "I mean, you know me, the galivanting rouge, never to stay too long in one place." You add.