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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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Hello, Nurse

Yancy x mute!gender neutral!reader

@glitchbitch69 ty for the prompt!

A/N: I heard that mute was an offensive word... but I didn't know what else to use... reader is a person who cannot talk. That's the best way I can put it. @glitchbitch69 I am 99% sure this is not what you asked for but here??? I did my best. Rated T for a couple "fuck"s and like... 2 "shit"s.

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Yancy enjoyed prison life. He loved his family, the food was good, the cells were comfortable, Shithole Hank's hooch wine was fucking wonderful, it was almost perfect.

Almost.

Apart from the fact that he wanted a companion

A spouse.

A life partner.

Whatever you want to call it.

One day, he notices someone new. Someone he hadn't seen before. Which was very weird because he knew everybody. They all practiced their musical number every Thursday.

He decides to introduce himself, so he follows you to wherever you're headed. You end up in the infirmary.

"Hello, there." He greets. You turn to him, slightly surprised. He's smiling at you, and not in a malicious way like you'd probably expect from a man who killed both of his parents. It's a sweet smile. A "I want you to feel as comfortable as possible" smile. You return it and wave.

"I haven't seen youse around here before. Youse new?" He asks. You nod. He raises an eyebrow

"Alright… what's youse's name?" You gently tap the name card on your chest.

"Hm. What's youse's favorite color?"

You point to your shoes.

"What's youse's favorite animal?"

You point to the animal poster on your wall.

"What's youse's favorite season?"

You point to the background of your computer. He huffs.

"What, can't youse talk?" He jokes. You shake your head.

"Oh…" he clears his throat, suddenly feeling very awkward. You make a gesture with your hands. He furrows his eyebrows. You huff and grab a Post-It note, writing something down and handing it to him. He looks at it and sees that you wrote "it's okay". He chuckles.

"Must be hard being a nurse and not being able to communicate with your patients," he comments. You roll your eyes, and wave it off. You write something else on a Post-It and hand it to him. "I can handle it" He smiles.

"Yeah, I bet." He glances back up at you. "So, uh… do--" he was cut off by two guards bursting into the infirmary with a man of a gurney. You rush past Yancy to see what's happening. Yancy follows you to see who it is. You make another gesture at the guards.

"He collapsed while in his cell. He won't wake up," one explains. You grab Yancy by the arm and lead him out, closing the door. He stands there for a moment before deciding it'd be best to head to his cell. He runs into Sparkles McGee on the way there.

"Hey, Yance!" He greets. Yancy smiles at him.

"Hey," He responds and they start to walk together

"Where ya headed?" Sparkles asks.

"Y'know… to my cell…"

"Already? It's only 7:00…"

"Well, I'm tired…"

"Hm… alright…"

"Hey…" Yancy stops walking. Sparkles, who was in front, turns to him, tilting his head. "Do you… know about any nurse?"

"You mean Y/N? Oh, yeah, they've been here for a couple of days," Sparkles responds.

"Really? How come I didn't know?"

"Well, you didn't really have a reason to. You don't get into a lot of fights and you don't get hurt so…"

"So… if I wanted to see the nurse… I'd have to get hurt…"

"Well, I wouldn't say you have to. You could just… talk to them?" Sparkles looks at Yancy weirdly. Yancy apparently did not hear that last sentence because the dumbass immediately went off to find a way to get hurt. He could get Jimmy the Pickle to punch him… that seemed like a solid plan. Yeah. He'll do that. He sits on his bed and thinks about what he's gonna say when he sees you again.

"Hey there!" No, too excited… "Howdy!" No, too awkward… "Sup" Nah, too "I want to be cool so you don't leave me". Just a simple "Hey" that's it. He sighs and lies down. He closes his eyes, letting sleep overtake him.

The next day, during breakfast, he sees you. He waves to you, but you don't see him. He figures that's a good time to start his plan.

"Hey, uh… I gotta do somethin'... See you guys later," he slides the rest of his breakfast over to Tiny, who promptly devours it. He meets Jimmy in a hallway.

"You got the stuff?" Jimmy asks. Yancy nods. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small lavender candle. Jimmy takes it, putting it into his pocket.

"Now it's your turn. Don't do it too-" Jimmy just straight decks him. He does miss his nose, but he nearly dislocates the smaller man's jaw.

Yancy wakes up and opens his eyes, but quickly closes them again due to the bright light in front of his face. He slowly opens them again, allowing himself to adjust to the light. He turned his head slightly, eyes widening when he sees you scribbling on a clipboard. He begins to smile, but stops because it hurts. He reaches up to feel his cheek. Jimmy really did a number on him…

You glance at him, noticing he's awake. You set down your clipboard and pencil and walk over to him, smiling gently. He gives you a half-grin in return.

"Hey there, hot stuff," he says, voice slightly cracking. Damn, I fucked it up, he thinks. You snort and pick up a sheet of paper, along with the clipboard. You write something down and hand it to him. It seems to be a little quiz.

"On a scale from 1-10, how much does it hurt?

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10"

He gently touches his cheek, wincing at the coldness of his fingers. He circles the number "4" and hands the paper back to you. You look at his answer and nod. You go get some supplies to give him a checkup and make sure everything else is ok.

As you perform the tests, you can clearly see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink whenever you touch him. A couple minutes pass, and you finish your check-up. Apart from a few slow reactions, he seems fine. They're probably because he was punched unconscious. You walk over to put your items away. He exhales deeply.

"So… uh…" he starts. You turn to him. "...do anything fun recently?" You roll your eyes and turn away. He pouts and crosses his arms. "Oh, come on! I'm doin' my best here!" You smack your lips and turn to him fully, making sure to obviously shake your head. He scoffs and mumbles something under his breath. You continue putting away supplies. When you turn back to him, he looks a bit upset. You frown, suddenly feeling guilty. You grab the same sheet of paper as before and jot down a couple of questions. You fold the paper, slipping it into his hand as you escort him out of the infirmary.

Yancy heads back to his cell and sits down, feeling gloomy. He takes the paper you gave him and opens it. It's seems like a little quiz. And the bottom, you wrote "I'd like to know you better, so here" and a small heart next to it. Yancy smiles widely and starts filling in answers.

You two write letters to each other back and forth, since you were usually busy in the infirmary. You learned a lot about him. He killed his parents and that's why he was in jail. That should have thrown you off waaaaay more than it did. You learned that him and all the other prisoners wrote a song and performed for new inmates. The practice was on Thursdays. You occasionally go and watch if you're not busy. The first time you went, he saw you out of the corner of his eye and smiled to himself while trying to get the newest inmate to stop fucking up the dance routine.

You two start to fall for each other.

For you, it was almost instant. You saw him singing and dancing and your heart just sped up.

For him, it took a bit. He was hesitant to trust you since you worked at the prison. He thought maybe you were only being nice so he wouldn't kill you. Which he would never, but you didn't know that. It bummed him out, until you covered for him when he got into a fight. You let Mr. Murder-Slaughter know that he had fallen , not gotten into a fight. For some reason, he took your word for it. Said you "looked trustworthy". That was about the time Yancy actually fell for you. Not a crush, no. This soft prison boy loves you with all his heart. That was a couple nights ago. You two had sent more letters since then.

He's reading the newest one in bed while he's supposed to be sleeping, giggling like a schoolgirl. He clutches the paper to his chest and sighs contently. He wipes his forehead, feeling a bit warm, but he ignores it. He would write you a new letter in the morning.

He wakes up in the morning, feeling like absolute shit. He tries to sit up, but his brain spins and screams at him to lie the hell back down. He obliges, only to suddenly go into a coughing fit. His body racks with the force, and he feels like his lungs are filled with something other than air. A guard enters his cell.

"Hey, you ok?" He asks. Yancy tries to answer, but goes into another fit and falls off of the bed. The guard rushes over to him.

"Whoa, ok… we gotta get you to the infirmary… c'mon," the guard tries to help Yancy to his feet, but his legs won't let him put any weight onto them. He groans as his head pounds, begging to lay back down. The guard manages to drag him to the infirmary, where he's plopped onto a bed. You turn, wondering what the commotion is. You gasp at the sight of Yancy. You make hand gestures at the guard. Yancy had been studying up on sign language, so he understood that you were saying "what's wrong?". The guard begins explaining what happened as Yancy begins to close his eyes. He lets himself slip out of consciousness.

He wakes back up to the smell of food. Chicken noodle soup? He hadn't eaten that since he was 11. He slowly turns to the side and sees a steaming bowl next to him, along with a small bottle of Gatorade. He looks around the room, searching for you. He sees you behind you computer. He tries to say "hi", but his body decides to say "fuck you" and make him hack his lungs out. You perk up at the sound, quickly walking over to him holding a whiteboard. You take a marker and write down "how do you feel?"

"Like… shit…" he croaks out. You smile sympathetically and write something else, showing to him.

It says "I convinced Mr. Murder-Slaughter to let me make you chicken noodle soup. I hope you like it. You might want to wait until it's cooled. I also bribed a guard into sneaking me Gatorade." He nods as you grab some objects and sit next to him.

You open your mouth, hoping he gets the memo. It takes him a moment, but he understands. You push his tongue with a stick and search his throat. What for, he has no clue. You eventually take it out and pick up a thermometer. He takes it in his mouth. You both sit quietly for a moment, waiting for it to go off. Yancy takes this opportunity to try and memorize every detail of your face. Were your eyes always so sparkly? He began to think he was hallucinating. The thermometer beeps, and you remove it from his mouth. You frown.

"What? Bad?" He asks. You turn the thermometer towards him so he can see the temperature. 108. "Oh… bad…" you shake your head and get an ice pack from a freezer, laying it on his head as you perform more tests. Once your done, he starts eating the soup, joyfully. It's all gone in the span of 30 seconds, along with the Gatorade. You blink at him before he crosses his arms and turns away.

"'s not my fault youse made it so good…" he grumbles. You smile, sitting next to him.

He turns back to you, a small grin appearing on his face. You two stare at each other for a moment before he reaches out, putting his hand on your neck. You glance at his hand, wondering what he's doing. He leans in. You lean in as well out of instinct. He closes his eyes because you're right there! You begin to close your eyes before you scramble to your feet, stepping away from him. He holds his hand in the air, a bit startled with your sudden disappearance. You stand and look at him, breathing harshly. Yancy groans and covers his face with his hands.

"Oh, I'm so stupid. Of course you don't like me," he says. "Why would you? I'm a scumbag…" you shake your head, immediately feeling regret for how you acted. You frantically look for your whiteboard. When you find it, you write something down and tap Yancy on the shoulder. He looks at you, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes. You hold the whiteboard in front of him. It says "108". He looks at the board, then at you, wondering what it means. You stare at him, expecting him to catch on at some point. He doesn't. You roll your eyes. You point at the board, then at him. He knits his eyebrows together in thought, before raising them and gasping.

"OOOOH, IT'S BECAUSE I'M SICK!" He yells. You nod forcefully. "Wait… so, you do like me?" He asks. You smile and nod. His face darkens. "O-Oh… well, uh… I like you too?" You erase the whiteboard and write "I know". He chuckles as you continue to smile.

A little while later, you deem Yancy ready to go back in his cell. He gets slightly upset because he liked spending so much time with you, but he was so glad he wasn't sick anymore. It's a bit late when you lead him back, so he decides to go to bed. He crawls in, covering himself in the blanket and you start to leave.

"Goodnight!" He calls. You smile and wave at him. He snuggles in and closes his eyes. He suddenly feels his shoulder being shaken as he tries to sleep. He turns to whoever's bothering him and almost decks you in the face. "Wha-" he starts. He's cut off by you leaning forward and gently kissing him on the forehead. He plops back down and gazes at you loving. You softly pat his chest as you start to leave again. You pause and turn back towards him, making a gesture with your hands. He doesn't know much sign language, but he does know what this means.

"I love you".

He smiles and makes the gesture back to you, making you smile. You turn and head back to the infirmary. Yancy sighs happily as he falls asleep.

The next morning, he meets you near the infirmary. He's about to say hi, but you frown, holding your arm up to your face. He stops, not knowing what's going on.

You sneeze.

You slowly turn to him, glaring. He nervously chuckles.

"Uh… sorry?"

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newsies-erster · 6 years

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Run

(Ooc: another thing I decided to write when no one asked for it. I’m trying to get my writing back on track also I want it out there, I’m gonna start a tag list so if you all wanna be apart of it send me a message)

Summary: Jane is running away from Synder and runs into Jack and becomes a Newsie (this is on mobile)

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Inhale. Exhale. Just like your dad taught you. Your breathing was the key to being able to out run anything. You would never think that his knowledge would be put to good use, but today that knowledge was the only way to survive. You were running from Synder, the owner of the Rufuge, this was your 2 time in there but after 2 years you had enough and ran off. The problem was Synder found you and began to chase after you with the police.

Cmon Jane you can’t go back... not anymore.

“Come back here!” Synder yelled. He continued to yell hurtful things but you tuned them out and concentrated on your breathing instead. You decide to look behind you and see that you’re pretty far away from him that he can hardly see you, so you decide to make right turn into a new street. But suddenly you run into something and land flat on your butt.

“Woah, hey where you off to in such a hurry miss?” The boy who you ran into, about a year older then you, asks in an amusing tone.

You don’t answer because you’re out of breath so you just get up without saying a word and dust off the dirt from your pants, your breathing is labored and you turn around to see if Synder has gotten any closer. He takes a closer look at you and suddenly in a serious tone asks,

“Are you bein’ followed?”

Still out of breath you just nod. He doesn’t say anything for 10 seconds and finally says,

“Alright, come with me. But youse better still have some energy to run.”

And so you run with him for a minute. You no longer hear Synders taughts and remarks anymore, as this boy takes you to an undisclosed location. Once you two get there he leads you to a brick building, a sign that says

NEWSIES LODGE

Newsies. Those were those newspaper boys that you saw on the streets every now and then they had won the strike about a month ago. But he doesn’t take you to the inside of the building, instead he leads you to the roof.

“This here,” he waves around the area as you two get on top, “this here is my penthouse.” You weren’t quite sure what he meant but you didn’t question it.

“So... you got a name?” The boy asks as he leans lazily on the railing.

“It’s Jane, Jane Rivera.” You say as you take in the scenery. You never realized how wide the sky was since you were always just seeing the towering buildings of Manhattan. But now you could see everything.

“Well then Jane, tell me, who was after you?” He asks with concern.

“Some guy named Synder.” You didn’t expect him to know who that was but apparently he did, his reaction said it all.

“Youse... youse been to the Refuge?” He asks as he steps closer.

You lean on the rail looking at the streets, sure that Synder was still on a man hunt for you. “Yeah, this was my second time. The first time was for loitering of all things, then a few weeks afterwards he got me and told me I was ‘disturbing the peace’ when I got into a arguement with an old guy. It’s been two years...” you trail off thinking of all the horrible things that happened.

“Hey, don’t worry kid. I’ve been there.” You give him a puzzled look. Now that you weren’t in constant danger you began to notice his physical appearance. He was tall and had a good build, he work a blue buttoned shirt with a vest and you looked at his face and he began to look familiar.

“Ahh and where are my manners, the names Jack Kelly.”

Holy shit

“Oh you’re...” You begin to say. Jack Kelly was famous among the people in the Refuge, you heard all the stories more then once.

“Yeah yeah... but anyways I’ll tell ya what. Youse ain’t safe with Synder out there, hows about youse become a Newsie?” Jack offers.

You thought about it; you had no where else to go and no food or money.

I’ve got nothing better you thought

“I’ll take it.”

He began to smirk.

“Alright then, let’s go introduce you to the other boys.”

You two went down to the main area where all the boys were. They were all either playing cards or laying on their beds talking. But people got quiet once they saw you with Jack.

“Alright fellas!” Jack yells to get everyone’s attention. “I would like for you guys to meet Jane,” there were some whistles from some of the boys. You roll your eyes and give a small smile, “Jane here was having trouble with Synder the Spider. So’s we gotta help her, she’s gonna become a Newsie just like the rest of you guys.” There were some murmurs going around, you began to panick wondering if maybe it was a bad idea to do this.

“I think it’s a great idea.” You turn your head to see who said that. This tall slim boy who looked like he carried a pocket dictionary walked forward. He had a dirty blue checkered shirt on over his vest. “Well I mean, we do need new recruits right?” You gave him a smile, as a silent thank you, you looked around and everyone began to think and like the idea of you being a Newsie and some commotion began to stir but Jack settled them down before they got too loud.

“So it’s settled then, tomorrow, Jane youse start your first day as a Newsie.” Jack announced, he spit in his hand and you did the same and shook it.

That was nasty, you thought

“Jane I’d like you to meet Davey, he’s the brains of the whole operation.” You shook hands (no spit) with him.

“Pleasure to meet you.” Davey says as he gives you a smile.

“Nice to meet you too, thanks for that anyways.”

“Oh no problem these boys sometimes just need a push in the right direction.”

Jack begins to show you to a boy leaning on a bed post with a crutch.

“This here is Crutchie, he’s like my brother.”

“Nice to meet ya Jane!” Crutchie says, you knew you were gonna like him, he had such a big smile on his face. You could tell that he was one of the more sweeter kind of boys.

“Well aren’t ya gonna introduce me Jack?” A boy comes over and lazily put an arm around Jack’s shoulder and he immediately removes it. “Jane this is Racetrack my second in command.”

Race had a cigar in his hands and reeked of smoke, he analyzed you for a second and then said “Well Freckles glad to see we got a pretty face around here huh?” Oh this boy was trouble and you knew it from the second he opened his mouth.

“Freckles?” You ask? “Is that your attempt at giving me a nickname?” You answer back, he looks surprised at first but regains his smirk “Well doll it suits you! You em cute little freckles all over ya nose.”

You roll your eyes. Afterwards you go and talk to other Newsies who you learn all have nicknames as well, maybe having a nickname wouldn’t be so bad. Sure you were being flirted with by half of the Newsies there but you didn’t care. You had new friendships to create and a job, you could finally say you’ve had a home for the first time in a while.

Hope you guys like this and give me your opinion on it! <3

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rootbeergoddess · 7 years

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Sing me a Love Song: Chapter 1

Okay, first of all, I want to thank @inzina for being patient as heck because this should have been posted days ago! And a big shout out to tiny_blue_dancer of the 99th Ravager clan for helping with the grammar and also pointing out I use the word had and was too much.

This story features angsty Kraglin who is in love with his Captain and then falls in love with ANOTHER person! And if you can’t tell by the title, music will play a huge role in the story too. Like this story? Leave me a tip!

Chapter One: The Truth About Love

Kraglin didn’t really understand love. Well, he knew what love was supposed to be but he’d never been *in* love. Sure, he had a few crushes here and there but never actual love. Not real, true, mad love that other beings experienced. In a way, he was jealous, seeing couples or families with something he didn’t. Still, he was a Ravager so he wasn’t too jealous, at least that is what he told himself all these years. Ravagers didn’t fall in love, he was fine without it.

But that didn’t seem fair.

Kraglin tired to push thoughts of love out of his mind for a while. He realized he was developing feelings for his boss, and love just kept coming to mind. Kraglin wished he could just turn off his heart. Out of all the people in the universe to fall for, he fell in love with Yondu. How? He honestly didn’t know when or how it happened. He just wished he could make the whole thing stop.

Kraglin joined the Ravagers at a pretty young age. After the death of his mother, there was no reason for him to stay on Xandar. The Ravagers landed in one of the ports to celebrate their latest victory. Being an awkward, shy teen, Kraglin just watched the pirates from afar. Everyone knew who they were and everyone knew of the famous Ravager captains. From the strong, stoic Stakar to the brash yet brave Yondu Udonta, the Ravagers were infamous.

He’ll never forget the day Yondu asked him if he wanted a job. Kraglin jumped at the chance of course. He’d been lonely and the idea of being a pirate was thrilling to him. Never thought he would become Yondu’s first mate and closest confidant.

Now, he slowly felt himself falling in love with the old captain.

Again, Kraglin didn’t understand how or why. Yondu wasn’t the most loveable person in the world. Like most Ravagers, Yondu was loud, crude, perverted and crass. But Yondu was more than that. He was smart and brave. In order to be a Ravager captain, you needed certain qualities. Yondu knew when to cut his losses, took care of his crew and while he wouldn’t admit it, a good heart, all the necessary makings of a good captain. Of course, Kraglin could never tell Yondu any of this.

He wanted to ignore his heart. His heart was wrong.

Romance was not in the cards for Kraglin and there was no point to loving Yondu. In fact, Kraglin convinced himself that Yondu wouldn't even be interested in a lanky idiot like him. Whenever they were off at some brothel, Yondu was surrounded by women. The elderly Centaurian had no trouble finding someone to share a bed with him. He could sweet talk anyone and bring down their defensives. Kraglin admitted he was jealous at how confident Yondu was.

It frustrated Kraglin because he knew he would never have a chance with his captain. There was no may in hell that Yondu would even consider Kraglin as a lover. The idea depressed Kraglin but he tried to tell himself it was better if he remained realistic. There was no reason to get his hopes up.

“Kraglin!”

“Huh? Oh, yes cap’n?” Kraglin answered.

“Where’s yer head at boy?” Yondu asked. “You spacin’ on me?”

“No sir! I was just thinking.”

“Yeah? What about?”

“Um---” Kraglin felt his cheeks turn red. “About---how I can’t wait to go back to Contraxia after we pick up this last kid.”

“Oh yeah,” Yondu grinned. “I miss those bots.”

Kraglin managed to smile. He was happy to see his boss in high spirits. After the fall out with Stakar, Kraglin worried about Yondu. Without the Ravagers, Kraglin would have nothing and he knew that Yondu would similarly be lost. Thankfully, Yondu refused to disband. After this last child though, Yondu swore he was never going to work with Ego or children again.

“So where are we going again?” Kraglin asked.

“Some place called Terra. It’s a ratty little planet. That is where Ego’s last brat is.”

Ego hadn’t mentioned a woman.

Most of the children Ego sent them after were orphans. The boy from Terra’s mother still lived, and she was not happy.

Most of the extractions were easy, but Terra was a different planet than most. Aliens didn’t really interact with the backwards planet. Terra wasn’t as advanced as other places and the people there didn’t deal well with aliens. Yondu demanded they use the tractor beam to pull the child up. Normally an easy task, but when the beam started, the mother ran out of her house and grabbed the child, beaming both of them up onto the ship.

Now, Kraglin stared down an extremely angry woman. She defensively placed herself between Kraglin and her son. The young boy glanced around the ship, eyes wide with wonder.

“Who are you?” The woman spoke.

Shit, Kraglin thought. Now what? They couldn’t simply take the mother back. No way she’d go quietly. If they put her back on Terra, she would cause trouble for them. Kraglin didn’t know a lot about Terra but he did know about women and their children. Okay, so taking her back didn’t seem possible.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!” She snapped.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Kraglin waved her off. “I heard ya.”

“Answer my question then!” She demanded.

“I don’t answer to you lady,” Kraglin spat.

The woman just glared at Kraglin with her pale gray eyes. If looks could kill, Kraglin would be dead. She reminded him of an angry beast trying to protect its child. If he stepped any closer, she would probably bite him. The door behind him slid opened and his captain appeared.

“Who in the hell is that?” Yondu asked, coming beside Kraglin.

“The kid’s mother,” Kraglin replied. “She got sucked up with him.”

“Aw fuck,” Yondu sighed. “We’re already outta Earth’s orbit, we can’t take her back.”

“Are you in charge here?” The woman demanded of Yondu.

“Well I’m the Captain, so yeah.” Yondu puffed up.

“Why did you kidnap us?”

“I wasn’t trying to grab you sugar,” Yondu pointed to Peter. “Meant to get him.”

“You stay away from my son,” The woman growled. “Touch him and you’ll lose your dick.”

Kraglin was in complete and total shock. No woman in Kraglin’s memory talked to Yondu like that. If they tried, Yondu usually cut them off with an insult. For a second, Yondu was also silent, wearing an equally shocked look. But then he threw back and cackled.

“Are all Terran women like this?” He chuckled. “Youse got a name girly?”

There was a pause.

“Meredith Quill,” The woman said. “And you are?”

“Yondu Udonta, but you can call me whatever you’d like little lady,” Yondu grinned. “And don’t worry, we ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

“I have a hard time believing that,” Meredith replied coolly.

“Look, I swear on my life I won’t let anybody touch ya,” Yondu held a hand on his heart. “Cross my heart and all that shit.”

Kraglin said nothing. He couldn’t tell what Yondu was planning. This put a real wrench in the works. Not only did the kid have a mother but she was on the ship. What exactly were they going to do with her? There was no way to take her back. Worse, they already broken numerous rules and interacting with Terra was a big one. Of course, Ravagers didn’t care about rules but the Nova Corps was extremely strict about this one rule. They managed to dodge a few Nova Corps officers but if they tried to go back now, they would get caught for sure.

“Fine,” Meredith huffed. “But I still don’t trust you.”

“You don’t really have a choice honey,” Yondu said. “Because you don’t have anyone else.”

Kraglin watched the woman think. He could tell she was mulling this over and he felt a bit sorry for her. She really didn’t have a choice. If she wanted to protect her child, she was going to have to trust Yondu. There was a pause before Meredith finally spoke.

“Alright, I will trust you for now.”

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