#stakar shows up

[tricksterrune]

Yondu feels

I've finally watched more GotG and have had thoughts about Yondu.

Random headcanon: Since a large part of Yondu's crew is as dumb as a bag of bricks (it's funny until you tie it a lack of literacy and basic education to crime and neglect on a universal scale) Peter and his fourth grade education quickly rise through the Ravager ranks. He's promoted almost instantly once Yondu recognizes he can multiply. (I want to write a fic where Peter is on cleaning duty, overhears someone making a mess of inventory and by snarking, gets promoted by Yondu)

What if.......Yondu's core problem is weakness. Weakness gets you killed. Softness gets you killed. He learned that lesson as a child, sold into slavery, becoming a child soldier and later a ravager. The boss is feared, gets respect, gets what he wants, is free. In control. He absolutely cannot let go of that control. He simply must be the toughest meanest son of bitch around. Or else he will suffer and die. Sadly that extends to his parenting. Teaching someone to be tough will save their lives. What if.....he was shown another way? Deep down Yondu is a softie. He likes silly dolls on his console (the one quirk he gets away with, an eccentricity which is NOT a weakness), he likes music, he wants Peter to think he's cool. If he was allowed to be soft, he'd be a better dad. On that What if he needs a positive role model. Someone who he respects as super tough, as a boss .....but also has a soft side, shows emotions. (Stakar? Peter would love an unofficial grandparent called the Starhawk, even more so if he teases Yondu on a regular basis).

Then Yondu would give up command. I think the need to project toughness in front of his crew is toxic to himself and secretly he'd like to be rid of the responsibility. (In a shocking trend, I want to write this what if fic. Yondu has to choose between his crew, his position and Peter at a point early on and chooses Peter. Maybe he runs to the Ravagers and breaks down crying at Stakar's feet. He'd still be a scoundrel and thief, but with a smaller ship and a very small crew of just two people) he'd teach Peter all about the craft, has adventures but is a better person and dad because of it.

Other random fic idea: Yondu had a great death in GotG. I don't want to undo that. In IW I wished for a small flashback scene, based on Peter's line of how he's been flying since he was 9 and a 'normal human' to react (I had Scott Lang in mind somehow) by saying 'Which irresponsible moron let a nine year old fly a spaceship?' Cue flashback of Yondu and Peter in a cockpit, Peter sitting on the space version of a thick phone book in order to reach the controls. Both of them are buckled in, in contrast to Kraglin who stumbles in, yelling, complaining that you normally warn the crew when you go through one of the gates. Yondu gets a mischievous look and asks Peter if he heard that. Peter catches on. What did you hear, Yondu? I think I heard Kraglin. Kraglin eyeroll of an exasperated stroppy teenager. I think I heard Kraglin say that he wants to do a barrel roll. Cue Kraglin desperately scrambling for a seat before Peter does exactly that. Adult Peter tells the tale with a fond look. Other normal human looks at him in abject horror, which intensifies as Peter says that he absolutely must tell the story of how he was a getaway driver at the age of 11.

#yondu udonta #yondu #peter qill #star lord #starhawk #stakar ogord #what if

[foxglovecove]

Self-indulgent Yondu + OC arts? More likely than you think…

I had some thoughts about Yondu’s whole fin situation which is what’s happening in that top left doodle.

Centaurians have sort of psychic abilities right?

And the yaka metal is sacred to his people and can be controlled via these psychic abilities (telekinesis) which I’m thinking is channeled through their crest/fin (I don’t know if canonically thats true, I haven’t read everything about Centaurians, but I don’t think it is so…fanon license)

Around the age of 18-20 is when these abilities really start to kick in/gain strength

Yondu came of age during his time as a Kree “battle slave” which meant his telekinetic abilities got really strong and him having this crest posed a threat to the Kree so, as punishment (and also out of fear he’d retaliate), cut it off

Soon after that is when Stakar and his Ravagers showed up, they’d been hired to “extract” something from the planet on which Yondu was being held as a slave

They found Yondu, half dead from bleeding out/not having proper care, and a bunch of other “battle slaves.” They freed them.

Eventually the most of the freed people left to start their own lives but Yondu chose to stay, eventually rising through the ranks to become Stakar’s second in command, later earning the rank of captain and starting his own Ravager Clan. One or two of these former slaves also stuck around and became loyal to Yondu so they became the first members of the Udonta Clan. Im thinking some of these were the ones who were spaced in vol. 2 :<

Sometime in between becoming SIC and Captain he went back to his home planet and spent some time with his people, eventually being gifted with an arrow made of the sacred Yaka metal. He also had been in contact with someone who built him a prototype synthetic fin which he had grafted to his skull. He then learned to control the Yaka arrow by using the fin to channel his psychic abilities (telekinesis) once more

#yondu udonta #skrull-kree oc #centaurian meta #yaka arrow #marvel #my art #yondu udonta meta #guardians of the galaxy #tw body mutilation

[guardian-angel12]

Experiment: Flame and Ash

Chapter Five

Previous Chapter

On and on we pray Thinking 'bout time and our mistakes Thinking 'bout time Thinking 'bout time 'Cause it's about time (about time)

So don't say it's over Waiting here while you get sober I'm never gonna let you go I'm never gonna let you go So don't say it's over Waiting here while you get sober I'm never gonna let you go

Years Ago

"Beautiful, isn't it? After so many years, finally, we stand above our enemies." he said as he walked with his hands clasped behind his back, spine straight and head high. "One day, this will be yours to hold in place, yours to keep strong, as it is now." 

There was no answer behind him, and he finally looked over his shoulder irritably. "Stakar," he said firmly, making the boy snap his eyes back down, there was a dazed expression in them like there always was when he stared at the expanse above them. "Did you hear what I just said?"

He blinked, brushing his dark hair from his eye and shifting. "N—no, father." 

With a sigh, his father shook his head, gesturing out to the open space under the walkway, and all the captives that were either led around or held in one place. "Son, you must pay attention." he said sternly. "You must prepare yourself to lead all of this."

Stakar held back a sigh, looking out over the dusty pit filling up with captives. "Father?" His fathers only show of acknowledgement was a slight turn of his head behind him. "What is the point of all of this?" he asked slowly, gesturing a bit down towards the pit, the soldiers posted around and the people who were flooding the arena at a steady pace. 

"This is a symbol of Arcturus' strength. Us, as a people, must show our dominance over our own world, otherwise what's to prohibit others from invasion?"

Stakar nodded softly, even if he didn't agree. None of this had ever made sense to him, but it was all he had, even if he knew there were bigger things out there. Knew there was a whole galaxy to explore and not just this morbid little planet and their wars and their contests and fear. 

His father ruled out of fear, violence, threat. 

Stakar thought that a good ruler should lead out of respect, negotiation, strength. But real strength, the kind that was willing to admit faults, keep morals, but also do what was needed and necessary. 

This death was not necessary. 

"General," the Commander said as he approached them. "We're about to begin." 

"Excellent, I'll be down shortly." 

The Commander nodded and went his way, and Stakar withered internally, he did not want to go watch again as hostage after hostage was drug into that pit, marked and tagged and mocked then drug back into their cages to await either auction or execution. But his father saw it fitting, so he would have no choice than to be present. 

But Karmen Gratos was not his father, not by blood, at least. The General had found him as an orphan some time during the last war, and with that taken the boy under his wing and trained him the next man to lead Arcturus, the planet being mostly run by the General of the army for most affairs rather than the king or royalty. 

Only Stakar found himself in a constant battle within of wanting to be different.

His dark eyes moved up towards the sky, no stars in sight during these hours, but he knew exactly where they would align to make his constellation at all times, he mentally traced the wings of the hawk and fell into step with Karmen, 

Dozens of captives were already lined In rows down below, and Stakar craned his neck to see, Karmen stood at the balcony overlooking the pit, only about a dozen feet up, front and center. 

The Commander had walked down and began looking over the figures kneeling in the dirt, declaring their crimes.

"Sentenced to execution for rebellion against the high rule of Arcturus IV," he was shouting as he gestured to a few blank-faced men. 

Stakar closed his eyes for a moment, knowing 'rebellion' could mean they had defended themselves in the smallest of actions, or that they were truly spies and conspirators as the punishment tried to claim. 

A few more were being hauled into the pit, and he could see the last of them was struggling more than they usually did, prompting him to step around to get a better look, watching for the two guards dragging the bucking figure in to move as their backs obscured his vision. 

He could see a small frame as they yanked the chains forward, hands bound tight in front of them as they—a young, female voice—kept screaming and cursing as they tossed her down next to the other slaves. 

Stakar blinked as he got a good look, taking in the details as the guards pulled the two chains secured to her hands and neck in opposite directions as to make it harder for her to move, the girl snarling at them before she tossed her head up, matted strands of black hair flying back from her eyes before falling over her face again, teeth bared as she hissed in anger. 

The sounds of the Commander faded out, and he could only stare, she was so young... probably about his young age of only eighteen, and Stars she was beautiful... like a wild night with her dark brown eyes accentuated by starlight skin, and onyx locks that reached her waist, a fire in her that he knew this torture wouldn't put out. 

The girls captivating eyes snapped up suddenly, meeting with his bewildered ones, and he didn't look away as the hate flooded her dirt-splattered face, and she lunged forward as if she would attack him even being down in the dust, chained beneath as he stood above, guarded and armed. 

Then, the sounds of the fates being declared resumed, and he heard them say that her fate was to be auctioned off in the morning, sold to the highest bidder like she was no more than cattle. 

Her crimes? Thievery. Nothing worthy of exploitation. Probably to take food for herself or someone else to escape the poverty Arcturus' peasants had been dwelling in since the war. 

Stakar suddenly hated the insignia on his chest, and he watched that girl as she was drug away again, kicking and screaming, back to the cages they would be kept in until dawn. 

He glanced to his father only when she disappeared into the dark passage that led to the slave quarters, having been unable to look away even if she only seemed to be filled with rage and hatred. Karmen looked unfazed, still watching with interest as the rest of the insurgents were brought forth. Stakar felt sick, mouth dry and chest tight, and forced himself to stand there at his father's side for the next hour it took to accuse and sentence the rest of the captives. 

- - -

That night couldn't come fast enough, and Stakar was waiting for the last light to go out in his home before dropping his feet to the ground outside his window and running back down the filthy streets of the city towards the place he knew the slaves were kept. 

He knew better than to approach from the front, and snuck around to be unseen by the men guarding the large, fenced-in area, dozens of sheet-covered cages or simple metal poles to hold chains locked inside.

He climbed the fence easily enough, and crept with bent knees through the reeking encampment, trying to focus in only the dim light of the triple moons to find who he was looking for. 

About twelve rows down, he saw her, curled into herself against the far corner of her smaller cage, shivering like maybe she was crying, and he slowly approached, tapping the metal bars tentatively. "Hey," he wasn't sure what exactly to say, but he felt like maybe his younger voice—as rough as it already was—would keep her calmer. 

She jerked around like a predator, making Stakar move back a little as her eyes studied him in the dark. "What are you doing here?" she snapped at him like a cobra, but her voice was smooth and feminine. He knew maybe he should just give this up, back away and leave it alone because she wanted nothing to do with him, but he couldnt help it, from the moment he saw her she had him entranced. Something about her called to him the same way the dark skies full of glittering stars did, to him, she was like that black sky, full of mystery and danger and entirely beautiful, and even though both were forbidden to him he couldn't stop the pull they had on his soul. 

"I'm here to help you."

"You dont help. You're one of those Stars-forsaken palace rats, standing right up there, in your pampered state, looking down at us." 

He swallowed, knowing she was right, but it wouldn't help to say he didn't actually want it. "Us?" he asked instead. 

"The people who built your damn kingdom!" she spat, fingers curling. "We should be reaping the benefits, but instead, you high and mighty take and take and take and we're left to starve, punished for our desperation."

"Were... were you stealing to feed your family?" he asked slowly. 

She paused, eyes faltering just a moment before they squinted at him. "No. They're dead. Thanks to your father."

His stomach filled with ice. "I...I'm sorry." 

"No, you're not. Why should you be?"

"They killed my family, too. Then raised me as their own."

She went silent, but then made a little huffing noise and turned away from him. 

"Are you going to let me help you?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I dont want anything from you." she said coldly, looking at him over her shoulder. 

"But you need it." he reached into his pocket and pulled a small pen-like device out, holding it through the bars of the cage his wider arm could barely fit between. "Here," he said, shaking it a little to show he was trying to give it to her. 

The girl only stared at it, narrowing her eyes In accusation. "This is some kind of set up."

"No, it's not. I promise you. I just want to help."

"Why?"

"Because I'm tired of this. I want to do better, and right now, it starts with getting you out of this mess."

"What about everyone else..?" she asked slowly, raising an eyebrow like she was testing him. 

"I'll get them too. I have a plan."

"You're not afraid of getting caught and killed for treason?"

"No.."

"You aren't?" her voice came a little softer.

 "No, I'm not. Not anymore." That seemed to satisfy her, and she slowly leaned forward to take the device. "It's to deactivate the cuffs," he explained. "I can make a distraction when they bring you back out tomorrow long enough for you to use them."

"And what would you be getting out of this?"

"I want to leave, too. And, if I need it, your help getting out."

She made a face like maybe she still didn't believe him. "I don't understand you."

"Me neither, but I'm telling the truth."

"If this works, I'll help you get off-world." He breathed in relief, but she quickly added; "And then you're on your own, we part ways and I never want to see you again."

Something inside him faded a little at that, but he nodded anyways. "Alright, deal. I'm Stakar."

She squinted again, running a scanning eye over him. "You don't look like a Stakar..."

"What do I look like, then?"

She shrugged lightly. "Not that."

"Okay..." he laughed softly, finding himself enjoying her dry wit and edgy personality. He liked that she wasn't a fawner, wasn't unsure, she was strong, and that's why she had survived this long. "Can I know your name..?"

She chewed her bottom lip for a moment, brushing her midnight hair from her eyes. "Aleta." 

"Aleta." Somehow, he didn't think her name could fit better, it sounded like a twilight breeze, a hurricane, and a falling star all at the same time. He liked it. 

"What?" 

"Nothing, just... I could get used to saying that." he rose his eyebrows with a charming smile. 

Aleta made a face that was first confusion, then annoyance as she rolled her eyes. "Don't get used to it."

"If you wish." he stood, not really wanting to leave but he knew it was getting risky to be gone so long. "I'll see you tomorrow. I promise."

As he hurried off Aleta watched him go, confused as to why someone who was practically a prince would want to leave, but something in her sensible side told her not to trust him, that there was still a chance this was a sick joke. She tried to pry the image of those sultry brown eyes from her mind as she shut her own. 

- - -

The next morning Stakar couldn't stop the way his heart was doing somersaults in his chest, anxiety near crippling as he waited for the auctions to begin. 

The heat felt heavier, the breeze being the only small mercy against it as he stood beside his father, a few extra weapons hidden in his boots and sleeves he hoped weren't obvious. 

The first group was drug into the pit, but Aleta was not among them, his hands started to sweat with anticipation until she was led out, today with less of a struggle, and only one handler. She gazed up towards him and he gave a tiny nod down to her. 

The first of the captives were starting to be auctioned, but she was farther down the line, giving Stakar time to back up into the crowd, away from Karmen, without being noticed. 

He kept near the ledge, watching as Aleta shifted her hands, her eyes following him along the top of the pit. 

He gazed around, pulling a flare out of his sleeve and nearing the closest fuel tank, he took a deep breath as he pulled the top off of the flare, and dropped it under the tank, quickly getting away as he heard it sizzle. 

He had barely made it back near his father when he heard it explode, sending bits of flame and smoke everywhere with a loud crack that sent the crowd screaming. 

The guards turned their attention to the explosion and the chaos of the screaming crowd, and Stakar had barely moved his eyes down in time to see Aleta snap her cuffs and jump up, grabbing and swinging her own chain hard enough to knock over her handler, then she swung it again, hitting the next. 

Stakar felt the wind knock out of him, she was strong... not tall or powerful-looking, but she was like a whirlwind of black magic as she took on the guards in the pit, snatching a blaster from one of their holsters and turning to the larger male slave beside her, snapping at him to raise and spread his hands, and with one direct shot she had his cuffs falling off. 

"Hot damn." Stakar mumbled incredulously, snapping out of his stupor to make a run towards the stairs that led off the platforms and towards the exit of the pit, the chaos of a panicked crowd and overwhelmed guard making excellent cover. 

Aleta was like a she-wolf against the next few soldiers who tried to get ahold of her, but with the help of the other three prisoners she had already freed she had a bit of an easier time until they whipped out their electric prods, landing a jab into the back of her leg and making her drop, the blaster spinning across the dirt floor away from her. 

She snarled as a knee pressed into her back, her arms being jerked violently behind her. 

"Execute her, now!" Karmen screamed down to the four soldiers detaining her, the other slaves having been neutralized.

Stakar felt his stomach drop at those words, and he was suddenly acting on instinct. He snatched a blaster out from his belt and stunned the three guards who were staying outside of the pit, then shot off the lock, swinging it open just as Aleta was baring her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut at the sound of a blaster being clicked off of its safety and aimed against the back of her head. He didn't hesitate to fire four shots at the soldiers, stunning them to drop into the dirt. 

He looked down at Aleta's shocked face, nodding after she did to him, then he ran to her across the pit, grabbing her arm.

"Stakar?!" he heard the General yell, but did not yield, and turned to Aleta. 

"Follow me. Trust me." 

She put her lips in a tight line and he ran, keeping one hand gripped on her wrist and the other aimed outward. He wouldn't harm civilians, just the tyrants. But killing someone... he wasn't sure he could do that...

He ran down into the lower parts of the city, shielded by the hundreds of people flooding the stadium after the explosions and gunshots, and his heart pounded in his chest as he prayed the ships would not be on lockdown. 

"When I say jump, just do it!" he yelled as he kept running, straight to the end of the platforms the buildings rested on against the mountain-side, the docking ports would be below. 

"What are you doing?!" Aleta actually had a hint of fear in her voice as she kept up with him, her eyes going wide. 

"Jump!"

She listened, not that she had much of a choice with his hand still clasped on her arm, she closed her eyes as the air bit her cheek, and her feet hit something solid and gave out, falling in a tumble over the hard surface. 

She opened her eyes to see Stakar wincing to jump back up, reaching for her, she glared at him but took his hand anyways, running again on what seemed to be the top of a huge cargo crate, then followed the now-traitorous prince down the ladder on the side to get to the ground.

He spun around to her once they were safely down. "Ships are this way, but they'll get locked down any second so we gotta haul ass or we're trapped."

She nodded, panting from adrenaline but staying razor-sharp as he eyes moved across the huge landing bay. 

"What is all of this?" she whispered, hearing the scuffling under some of the sheet-covered cages. 

"Whatever off-world shit they take, stays here until the next day after delivery."

She felt a strange sensation as she passed a larger cage, like someone running their finger across the outside of her brain.

"Here."

"What?" Aleta suddenly asked, looking confused at him. 

Stakar turned to her. "I didn't say anything."

"I... I heard someone. A voice like—" A voice not like his, but a male, she knew that much. 

"Aleta, girl, I didn't—"

"She's right."

He jerked his head to the left at that, a somber, yet-soothing voice. 

"You are looking right at me." 

Aleta heard a movement in the direction he was looking and slowly moved closer to the large cage, and saw something move inside it where the sheet didn't cover the bottom. She swallowed and yanked it away, then stepped back quickly. 

Stakar blinked at the tall creature curled inside, it looked like a serpent, but long, muscular arms came from its sides. Red-orange scales covered it from the end of its snake-like tail to its head with fin-like ears and no mouth, its expressions coming from two big, serene black eyes. 

"What is it..?" Aleta said softly, staring up at the strange creature. 

"Lem." Stakar answered, taking a few steps forward. 

"He is correct."

The voice said again, and they realized it was the creature—the Lem, as Stakar had said—who the voice was coming from. Somehow he was speaking to them through their minds, like he was capable of telepathy. 

"I heard they were bringing, exotic species," Stakar explained, "But I thought they meant animals."

"This isn't one?" Aleta asked, looking the Lem up and down. 

"No..." 

The sound of an engine rumbled through the hangar, and all three sets of eyes moved towards it. 

"We need to go," Aleta said, her voice quiet. 

"We can't just leave him here." Stakar hissed, gesturing towards the alien in the cage. 

"He'll only slow us down. He doesn't even have legs!"

"Aleta!"

"What?!"

"I could be of help to you." 

"Yeah, I doubt that." Aleta rolled her eyes, then looked at Stakar. "Either let's go or I'm leaving your dumb ass here to play with your snake."

"He isn't a snake." he looked at her with a pleading expression. "What if I had ignored you in that cage, what then?" She glared at him with eyes more narrow than they naturally were. "I'll tell you what, you would be sold off to some pervert from some sleazy planet. But you weren't, because I helped you. Now, you can do the same for others, or, you can go be a selfish bitch but I'm gettin' this one out even if I can't get anyone else, I'll find my own way off this damn planet."

With that, he turned right around and started looking the cage over for how to unlock it, and Aleta just stared at him, he could feel her eyes boring  into the back of his head like daggers as he ignored her, but she was secretly admiring his guts. 

He stood up for what he believed in, even if he was a Stars-forsaken fool, and way too sentimental, she respected that he wasn't willing to back down from what he felt was right and just simply because of disapproval. 

Aleta sighed sharply and took the couple of steps over to Stakar, ignoring the carful gaze the Lem had on her. "You're a damn fool, Stakar Gratos." 

Stakar's lips quirked up a little as she grabbed out the tool he had given her the night before, stepping back so she could jam it into the lock. "Don't call me that. The last name... that's not my name."

She side-eyed him but said nothing, jerking the lock off with a flip of her hair and a huff, he felt his knees shiver at the way it looked, but focused quickly as he ushered the Lem out. 

"What're these things on your hands?" he asked as he looked at the thick, strange metal locked around the Lem's arms, keeping his hands boxed in to where only with help would those shackles come off."

"To disable me." 

"Disable you?" Aleta asked, tilting her head as she raised her brow, then she looked at Stakar. "So the snake isn't entirely useless."

"My name is Krugarr."

"No one cares." she waved him off, then pulled out her blaster, aiming at him. "Hold out your hands."

"Whoa—No!" Stakar got between them, carefully pushing her blaster down. "Look," he turned around and grabbed the shackles, unclasping the metal bands around them, some kind of lock glowed and clicked around, and he felt a strange tingle go down his throat through his nose as Krugarr's large, three-fingered hands were released. 

"Thank you." 

Stakar nodded as Krugarr's almond-shaped eyes moved upwards like he was smiling.

"Great. Now he's free, let's go." Aleta prompted, already half-turned and starting to walk. 

Stakar inclined his head for the alien to follow and met up with Aleta as she was climbing the side of a smaller m-ship to steal. 

"How do these things open?" she whispered to him, the sounds of an incoming vehicle getting louder, Stakar grabbed the bars on the side of the ship to join her, planning to override the lock and get inside. 

The doors of the landing bay suddenly slammed downwards, shutting with loud claps that echoed through the air, Stakar and Aleta spun around from where they were hunched on top of the m-ship, and saw the dozens of soldiers already in position at the far side of the bay, weapons aimed. 

Stakar's mouth went dry when Karmen walked to the front of them. "Son..? What is this?"

He took a deep breath, locking gazes with Aleta before both of them got down and stood across from the soldiers. "I wish it didn't have to be like this." Stakar said, his voice sounded deeper in his ears. 

"You... you let her free? You started all of that?"

He held his head a little higher, his spine a little straighter. "Yes. I did."

"Why?" Karmen's voice was an angry breath. 

"Because that isn't what I want to be known for. I don't want to be known for killing out of cowardice, if I'm to do it, it'll be in an actual fight, for something I actually believe in. I won't stand beside you any more."

Aleta was watching him, her body so still her breathing wasn't even visible. 

"Son, this is—"

"I'm not your son." he said louder than he anticipated, but his voice didn't quaver, it was only surety and strength and firmness. 

Aleta was caught off guard by Stakar's tone, and she looked to his disowned father. Something melted out of Karmen's features, like some kind of mask or act fell as he looked at the boy—no, the man, Aleta knew in that moment he was no longer that spoiled boy, he was a man now. 

"Right." was all the General said. "Then you've made your choice."

"I have."

A stiff nod, but no hesitation. "Kill them."

Aleta tore out her blaster at the same time Stakar did, even if there was no chance they would last against the near-instantaneous barrage of fire, but they were both ready to die than continue being held captive in their cages both of bars and riches. 

It was a blurring movement and Stakar felt that tingle again, then when he looked Krugarr had moved himself between the two of them and the soldiers, a ring of sparking gold and orange forming in front of him, then moving outwards like a spinning wheel of flame, both protecting and defending. 

"Get to your ship." 

Aleta's mouth dropped open, and her gaze darted to Stakar to see his similar reaction before the two of them were turning and bolting back to the m-ship, pausing at it as it was still shut tight and figuring out how to override it would take too long. 

It was like Krugarr read their minds—maybe that wasn't too much of a crazy possibility—because he turned and waved one hand, making the ship snap open with a burst of sparking orange. 

"We won't leave without you." Stakar called back to him, shoving Aleta forward to their escape vessel, ignoring her sharp glare when she stumbled forward because of him. 

Pain burst into Stakar's upper right leg, and he groaned as he dropped to his knees, a bleeding burn now on his thigh. Aleta whipped her head to him then back to the direction the blast had come from so fast her hair was a wave of black smacking against her shoulder. 

Karmen held his gun out at them, held it at Aleta, and Stakar felt ice flow through his muscles. 

"She is the reason you did this?" the General asked in a sneer, "This traitorous whore?"

"She isn't the traitor here!" Stakar snarled, forcing himself up even as pain was burning through his leg, pushing sweat out on his forehead. 

"When I took you in I meant it for betterment, I could've killed you—"

"You did kill me! For years as you tried to turn me into you! Made me turn on my planet, on my people!"

"We are your people."

"No. You aren't."

"I suppose you are much like this one," he threw a dirty glare at Aleta, and failed to notice how her hand was drifting towards her side, fingers stiff. 

"I'm not like you." was all Stakar said, hand going for his own gun. 

Aleta's movement was like the snap of an adder, fast and violent and blurred, and she had the same tool she had used to both free herself and Krugarr slamming down towards the General's throat, set to lodge it in, but his hand caught her arm, twisting it backwards enough that she dropped her pathetic weapon, and he forced her to her knees. 

"No!" Stakar found himself practically begging as Karmen's gun aimed again at her face, but she still showed no fear, only defiance as she stared the barrel down. 

"I'm still willing to make a bargain with you," Karmen said. "Execute her now, and I will forgive all of this, you can come home and return to your normal life. It'll be as if this never happened. It's simple, just prove your loyalty to me, and all of this ends."

"Not gonna happen." he snapped without hesitation. 

"The alternative is you both die."

"I'd rather that than continue on the way I have these last two decades."

"Wasted effort." the General said, shaking his head a little as his finger squeezed tighter around his trigger. "On both our parts."

Stakar's eyes went wide and all he knew next was the smell of discharge, burning up into his nose and branding itself into him. When he finally registered, his hand was up, gun aimed and smoking in his shaking fingers, and the man that had once been his father was on the ground, a smoking, bleeding wound in his head. 

He didn't even know he could aim like that, but the smell of burnt flesh confirmed it, and he didn't lower his blaster. 

That was his first kill—the person who had spared his life, the person who had raised him... for her, a girl he barely knew but just couldn't watch die. 

He didn't feel as horrible about it as he probably should have. For the fact he had just killed his own people—no, he was not his people. His name was not Gratos, and he wasn't a member of the High Court of Arcturus. 

His name was the peasant name the General had tried to erase, and he was like Aleta, a nobody, but the real spine of this planet. And they were the ones who would be remembered. 

His name was Ogord. Stakar Ogord. And Aleta was now the most important person in his life. By his choice, and no one else's. And he would kill again for her. He would choose her life again.

She was staring at him as the smoke finished seeping from his barrel, and there was a strength in his eyes as he looked down to her, seeing something behind her dark-brown irises he couldn't name. 

He finally lowered his blaster, and in a voice that was not the voice of a boy, or someone weak or pampered or brain-washed, in the voice of a leader, in the voice of a captain, he said, "Follow me." and reached out to Aleta, who gingerly took his hand, his grip feeling larger around her narrow hand, stronger against her bones, as he hoisted her up and towards the ship. 

"Krugarr." Stakar called behind him, like an order. 

The Lem turned after seeming to absorb his power back in, and followed them in a glide that proved Aleta wrong about how slow he was. 

As soon as the other two were on board—his people, his only two people in the galaxy—Stakar tossed himself into the pilot's seat, throwing up switches and knobs until the whole vessel was humming to life. Aleta took the seat beside him, Krugarr hovering above just behind them, between their seats. 

Stakar took the vessel up in one smooth swoop, higher to the atmosphere, and his heart raced. He had never been outside of the planet, despite having had flight lessons drilled into him through his detailed schooling. The sky was geting thinner, he could feel it, and he turned to Aleta just as his hand rested on the control stick that would send them into the stars. Her face was lit with something he had never seen, her eyes bright and expectant. "Ready?" he asked. 

"Hell yes."

He shifted the stick, and streaks of light blurred by as the Galaxy enveloped them in, his body felt different, like it was home. Like it belonged out here, maybe a little on the gray side of morals, but mostly just beside the girl he tore his eyes away from the stars long enough to see gaping at the glittering expanse as they reflected off of her big eyes, and she was more beautiful than the cosmos in that moment when she actually smiled of pure joy. 

- - - 

"That stings," 

"Tough shit."

Stakar exhaled slowly and heavily as Aleta continued to press a cloth covered in an anti-bacterial against his blaster wound, and for all his playful remarks about just sliding his pants off to get to it she had simply drew out a knife and ripped them off at the wound in one leg. Giving him a half-useless pair of pants and even more useless attempts to charm her. 

The silence that fell wasn't awkward, after all she was the one who had strangely insisted on cleaning his wound herself, even if she had said only because she hated the smell of cooked flesh and blood. 

"Why did you do it?" she suddenly asked, her voice smaller than he had heard it.

"Do what..?"

"Risk everything...for me..?" she looked slowly up at him. "You dont even know me."

He scoffed a little, but smiled. "Couldn't help it. Besides... you didn't deserve it, what they were gonna do to you."

She looked back down, pulling a bandage around his leg gentler than he thought she would, she might not have taken notice, but he certainly did. 

"My family were rebels, too." Stakar said, "They all tried to stop the tyranny, and..."

"And they were killed." Aleta finished, blunt but quiet.

"Yeah. All but me. I guess I might've saw you and thought of it."

She fell quiet again, finishing with his leg and setting the medical supplies back into the box with an organization that was surprisingly precise. 

"Guess you can drop me off on the next jump." he finally broke the silence. "Krugarr and I can make our way."

Aleta nodded, standing slowly and not making eye contact. "You...you actually will leave?"

"That was the deal. And when I make deals I keep 'em."

She finally looked at him, and there were so many questions going through her eyes as she stared him down. "You really do live by a code...don't you?"

He seemed to chew that over. "Guess so." he stood, flexing out his leg and wincing a little, but smoothed his hair back and sighed. "This was fun."

"Yeah." Aleta's voice was hoarse. 

"Should do it again some time, only, maybe skip the almost dying parts, but if that's the only way, I'll take it." he flashed her a winning smile, and she fought her own lips twitching up as something foreign and warm spread in her chest, blossoming like spring flowers on the barren branches of her heart. 

"So...you would risk your life for me...again?" 

"Yeah. Suppose I would."

She furrowed her brow and closed her eyes. "You're a damn fool."

"Maybe, but I like the choices I made today." he stood there for a few moments as Aleta was silent, then slowly turned to walk away. "We should be getting out of this jump any moment, then—"

He took a moment to register what had just happened before he looked down at Aleta, her knife pressed up against the high collar of his jacket, her other hand pressing him against the wall by his chest. "Don't move." she whispered thickly. "I think I finally figured you out."

He blinked a few times, then breathed in, "Aleta, I—"

She snatched the front of his shirt just beneath his sternum with the hand that had been pressing against his chest and yanked him down roughly, slamming her lips up against his, and he couldn't help the way his eyes shot wide open before he yielded, slowly drifting his hand up as he met her ravenous kiss just as eager. 

She was panting softly when she finally pulled away, her thick lashes fluttering down. 

"Does this mean you aren't making me leave?" Stakar mumbled with a little smirk. 

"Shut up." she snapped, grabbing the side of his face with the hand that still held the small knife. 

"Yes, ma'am." he was ready when she lifted herself up again, more passion spilling out of her warm lips this time, and he let her own him for that moment. 

He knew she was dangerous, and deadly and fierce and wild like the broken bits of the galaxy that were too dark for many to navigate, but he couldn't deny the fact that he was smitten by her the same way he was those dark nebulas, and he belonged among them. 

And when he looked down into her eyes again, full of fire and starlight and strength, he knew his legacy started there, the legacy he called the once-meaningless name of Ogord.

- - - 

Years Later

Their boots crunched on rubble and debris, a smoke in the air that seemed mixed with chemicals as it wafted slowly across the near-barren land. 

"Got a read on this yet?" Stakar turned his shoulder to ask and Krugarr shook his head slowly, a sadness in his eyes. 

"We shouldn't have come here," Charlie mumbled, his deep voice seeming too loud in the silence that felt haunted and foreboding, only broken by the crackle of fire or crumble of falling debris. "This is a graveyard, it should be respected as that." 

"Doesn't matter now, they're already dead." Aleta answered, sounding irritable but Stakar knew that was her being uncomfortable, especially seeing the way her fingers were moving up and down her holster. "Just find something to make this trip worth it."

Stakar grunted his approval in her statement, but couldn't help the crawling on the back of his neck, even if they found anything worth taking and selling for even a decent sum, he would still feel guilty for how little he treated this massacre, but he took a breath and tried to stop looking at the ruins of war that made up Pluto and kept walking.

They had seen planets destroyed before, seen them go to waste like this but never had they seen entire populations wiped from existence, not even Jupiter had been this bad, among Charlie there had been plenty of other Jovians to escape and survive. 

It did not seem like Pluto would have the same story. 

"Captain." 

Stakar turned to Krugarr at the slight nerves in his voice, and the alien was blinking a few times like he was trying to make sure of something. "What is it, Krug?"

"I feel... a presence, a life... but it's very shallow."  

Apparently he had spoke to where Aleta and Charlie could also hear him, because their expressions both changed as Stakar felt his neck tighten, hand drifting towards his blaster. Part of him hoped it was one of the invaders of this planet, those Stars-forsaken Badoon who destroyed a people and a nation, he could use something to blow off the steam gathering with demanding pressure in his chest. 

"Where at?" Stakar asked. 

Krugarr shut his eyes for a moment, then pointed slowly a little ways off to the side, a fallen, mangled ship laid there. 

Stakar and Aleta exchanged looks, their own form of telepathy going on before Charlie walked right up first, sliding a broken-off space craft wing to the side with one hand, a slight scuffle came when he moved it, making him pause.

Aleta trotted over, blaster raised, and quickly went to get a look at what this was, but her face fell and her heart twisted, Stakar coming right up to her side as her aiming hand was already going slack. 

"Aleta..?" he began to say, concern in his features before he looked down the way her gaze was. 

A small figure was curled up into the broken remains of the ship, and they knew his look, knew he was a native, that crystal skin giving it away... or what was left of it. 

Aleta was in a trance it seemed, but she was seeing her own memories—seeing her own children they had so unfairly lost only two years prior as infants, a wound that had not fully healed—as she stared at the boy—a young child, it seemed, and his face that turned to them with so much fear Stakar felt sick, and it only worsened when he saw how he was so covered in dirt and ash that he had no shine, and the half of his body seemed like it had been blasted off, shattered and exposing a dark, purplish look underneath where an iridescent liquid leaked from the cracks in the side of his face and arm, which hung near-completely limp at his side. 

Stakar swallowed heavily, eyes drifting to the other broken bodies laying in the rubble of the ship, barely anything left to make them out as other Pluvians, but the tears flowing freely from the child's black-surrounded gold eyes confirmed it. His body shaking violently as he breathed in panicked, trembling breaths. 

"It's alright, kid." Stakar heard himself saying, but the boy only pushed himself farther away, eyes darting to him, then Aleta, Charlie, and behind to Krugarr. 

Aleta slowly took the five steps to get to him, even as his sobbing got harder with her approach, then she crouched down, eyes soft. "You're safe. We won't hurt you."

"We're here to help." Stakar followed her lead to approach him. 

The Pluvian's eyes were terrified and sparking with doubt, but he looked at them and mumbled, "You... you aren't here to kill me?"

"No." Aleta whispered. 

His jaw shook at that, and he looked over at the other fallen, shaking his head. "They killed them all... why not me?"

"Kid..." Stakar closed his eyes. 

"Why not me?" the boy sobbed, looking at the both of them. 

"Hey," Aleta reached out slowly to him, but he batted her hand away. 

"Don't touch me!" he nearly screamed, tears coming faster. "I should be dead! Kill me!"

She shook her head, looking up at Stakar, but her husband was frozen, his eyes full of sorrow as he watched the kid. 

"You didn't die because you have a purpose left here," Aleta said in a voice she had probably never used, maybe telling herself the same thing, saying those words out loud so she, and Stakar could hear them too. "You were meant to meet us, we were meant to come here."

He sniffled and looked at her in a way that had her reaching out again, and he let her pull him to her chest, slowly wrapping her hands around his convulsing frame. 

Aleta closed her eyes as she rested her head against his, imagining all three of her children wrapped in her arms, but promising she would do better for this child that was already an age her own flesh and blood daughters and son had never gotten to see

Stakar got down beside them slowly, his hand resting on the boys cheek. "You're safe now. You're with us now."

#guardians of the galaxy #Stakar ogord #aleta ogord #krugarr #martinex tnaga #charlie 27 #peter quill #yondu udonta #rocket raccoon #kraglin obfonteri #tessa udonta #experiment:flame and ash #Fanfiction #staleta

[starmora]

I'm co-signing all of the vol 3 mixed emotions. It's such a good movie. But the Gamora stuff sticks out like a sore Thumb. I think they could have acknowledged Gamora has her own new experiences since coming to the future while having her become close with the team. It's like baby groot. He wasn't even remotely the same person as big groot and he got to be part of the family and grow and have different experiences.

It's harder for me to believe that Gamora was just always meant to not be family when A ) that's not what was created over the past gotg movies and B ) everything about gotg has been focused on how important the characters being family is. Even Yondu got to be part of the guardians family before his death and they had everyone help Peter throw him a funeral before the ravagers showed up to honor him. Honestly having Gamora become part of the family and say she will be in touch or visit even if she went with the ravagers would have felt more connected to what gotg has done. Nebula's her sister. That alone would make this possible.

Also I think I get more upset because none of this was forced on Gunn where suddenly he had to figure out what to do last minute. He's said he signed off on IW and EG and could have changed things if he wanted. I believe details about Gamora could have been added while writing the script and it wouldn't have taken away prominence from Rocket.

SPOILERS

I thought the same thing with baby Groot when watching the marathon! Like wow so we just missed a huge opportunity to draw major comparisons between her and Rocket AND her and Groot, okay then.

But honestly I think I’m okay with her being a ravager, and that was also something that was made clear to me when rewatching all of the movies. Even from the very beginning, the guardians and the ravagers have been intrinsically linked in a very substantial way, with it being the start of Peter’s space life and their major roles in both vol 1 and vol 2. Not to mention Yondu and Rocket’s linked story in Vol 2, and the reveal that Yondu even had a group of ravager friends like the guardians (“Stakar and the other captains, we weren’t so different from you and your friends.”) and then to have that same group be the group that Gamora ultimately finds a family in as well? It feels like we’ve come full circle in a way, even if in a perfect world I would have loved to see her with the guardians. It still gives me a little bit of hope that she could find her way back to them in her own time, since they will always be connected in more ways than one.

#callie.txt #answered #anonymous #vol 3 questions #gotg vol 3 spoilers

[lazlolullaby]

GOTG Holiday Special rewrite/subplot additions

(alt title: Damn, Yondu got a funeral and two follow ups and he was an a-hole of a dad, but Gamora was a core member, a love interest, and a mom and gets nothing??? Lemme fix that.)

Take this with a grain of salt, as with all fanworks, this is for me and i’m just sharing it with you. It’s also a messy rambling outline so. if you have more questions or ideas, message me or make your own post.

Stakar and Aleta Orgord, the Ravager Leaders, send a single helmeted person to hunt The Guardians down and give them a box. It should be easy, they just bought a new base.

It cuts to the Guardians on Knowhere, looking at at a message from the planet Zen-Whoberi. In-between Infinity War and Endgame, Rocket and Nebula were able to bury the Guardian!Gamora on Zen-Whoberi. Now that people were returned from the Blip, there were some arguments and Gamora’s remains now need to be moved. Peter is distraught, but he goes with Rocket and Groot to pick up the body.

Mantis, Drax and Nebula stay behind. Mantis, seeing how Peter is sad, checks a calendar. It’s almost Christmastime! She remembers in the time between Vol 2 to now that he does celebrate it. He usually does something small; a gift exchange, splurging on a good sit down meal. This year Mantis wants to go BIG.

Kraglin tries to talk her out of it, but Drax and Nebula back her up. Drax because now they have a Permanent Base in the form of Knowhere he’d like to make good memories. And Nebula also had been invited to the Stark’s Extended Family Christmas parties and wants a little more of that cheer.

In the background the helmeted person leaves the Box on Knowhere, it looks ominous but it’s soon lost and swept up in the Christmas planning. Nebula looks at it thoughtfully.

So now we have two running plots, one a somber grieving of Gamora and discussion of what she would have wanted. And one Christmastime with Aliens Mania. Decorating, discussing traditions, going to a gay bar and stealing Kevin Bacon.

Add in some details that Rocket remembering Lylla and his first family, that Groot also considered Guardian!Gamora his mother. Peter did go to the Stark funeral, but...emphasis on the implication that he’s been running for so long that he’s never slowed down to process that grief. Picking up her remains forces him to start thinking and that foreshadows in Vol 3 where he knows he can’t “fix” Feral!Gamora and he’s a bit of a mess.

It’s just a toss up if they steal Kevin Bacon before the others get back and Cosmo is the one to object to human trafficking. But Kevin calms down and celebrates with them.

Peter, Rocket and Groot come back to a highly decorated Knowhere with food and cheer and it’s just the thing to remind them of what they have now. Mantis tells him they are siblings and Peter is thrilled.

Groot opens the Ravager box for everyone - it’s fabric and leather with a new logo for the Guardians for them to make their own outfits. As a congratulations, a peace offering from the Ravagers.

Nebula gives Rocket the prosthetic arm. “How in the heck didja manage to get this?”

There’s a flashback with Bucky and Nebula. “I want the arm for my friend for Christmas. I don’t wish to harm you...much.” “Hey If I just give it it’s gonna look suspicious. So. Let’s make the fight look good.”

Nebula replies: “The Spirit of Christmas possessed me and gave me the strength not to kill him.”

After Kevin returns home, after the major gift giving and it winds down, they hold a second funeral for Gamora.

Her remains are burned like Yondu’s were and released outside of Knowhere to the song “Rubberband man”. The Ravager ships show up and throw some fireworks. Referencing her nearly dying in space with Peter in Vol 1 and the song she was singing in IW. In a way, she’s there with them at their new home, with her family.

Cut to credits.

end credits scene where Feral!Gamora was the helmeted person and was watching the funeral from afar. “This is a waste of time and resources. I’ve never even seen such foolish warriors. How did they even manage to save the galaxy?”

Nebula jumps in on the communication. “Twice. Even more if you look close enough.”

“I suppose I will have to take your word for it. It’s...good to talk to you again, sister. You were the one I hated least.” Gamora tips up her chin.

Nebula grunts and tips up her chin. “I understand if you don’t want to stay.”

“I suppose...it’s difficult. You’ve always been compared to me, and now - I feel as if I go back, I’ll be compared to myself.”

“Whoever you turn out to be. You will always be my sister.”

Gamora smiles and turns away.

#gotg #peter quill #Rocket Raccoon #gamora #groot #nebula gotg #gotg fix it #lazlo's lulls #feral gamora is the grinch i decree it #anyway i needed to add some connective tissue between everything #gamora deserved better

[tobiasdrake]

Yondu's death is a powerful moment for Peter, but I would have liked for it to have been handled with more nuance. Stakar and the Ravagers showing up to affirm him as a true Ravager during his funeral feels like a bit much.

Yondu redeeming himself in the eyes of the Ravagers doesn't really feel necessary. Like. This is my problem with redemption storytelling, that I was talking about while praising Kraglin: The oversimplification.

Stakar's problem with Yondu wasn't that he was just... Generically bad. The problem is that he's a child trafficker. And that's still true. He trafficked countless children to their deaths at Ego's hands. He broke the Code many, many times.

Rocket tries to explain this away by saying he contacted Stakar and explained Yondu's final actions. But. Like. Those actions consisted of him helping to kill Ego and then giving his life for his adopted son. Those are morally good things, but are they really "A band of murderers and thugs forgives you for violating their bylaws" things?

I don't know. I don't think the Ravagers were needed here. It just feels like going full saccharine for saccharine's sake.

Yondu burned his bridges with the Ravagers when he broke the code, but over the course of the story, found a new family with the Guardians. His love for Peter finally won out and he made the ultimate sacrifice for a son he never really knew how to express his love for. I think that's enough.

He doesn't need to be redeemed in the eyes of Stakar because he redeems himself in Peter's eyes and that matters more. Rocket and Groot's heartfelt farewell to Yondu hits so much harder than the Ravager funeral. Owning and letting go of his past mistakes, instead being a part of this family is enough.

Yondu was a morally complicated man. He deserved a morally complicated death.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #guardians of the galaxy 2 #guardians of the galaxy #yondu udonta

[caatws]

In vol 2 the background is the Ravagers kicked Yondu and his crew out because he decided to work for Ego by stealing kids and delivering them to him. They said it went against the codes of being a Ravager. Then some of Yondu's crew gets mad at him and commits mutiny because he no longer wants to continue operating they way he has been after having that run in with the other ravagers and talking with Stakar. They even kill off some of the crew who didn't want to go along with the mutiny.

The whole point is Ravagers aren't operating the exact way Yondu's crew was. The problem is we don't have very much established about them besides that. Likely because we were never meant to see them again. I don't think the Ravagers as written by James Gunn were a group fans needed to worry about when he intoduced them in vol 1. They served a specific purpose in association with Yondu and Peter's past. At the end of vol 2 there aren't any continued relationships between the Ravagers and Peter. They only show up in vol 3 because Gunn decided that's what he would do with Gamora.

The Ravagers being imperfect people isn't the problem. None of the characters are perfect people who have zero skeletons in the closet. Drax went on a murder spree after losing his family and Nebula was going to help kill billions of people so she could get back at Thanos. Criticism of the Ravager plot isn't about throwing stones. It's that becoming guardians allowed them to shed their old lives and nurture the best parts of themselves. Gamora doesn't have that with the Ravagers. She can't have her own way of presenting herself with them. It's not clear if she can come and go as she pleases either or eventually have her own separate interests and that's unsettling.

Oh trust me anon, I remember everythingggg in vol 2 all too well (from how long I was fixated on it 😭💀) but even with the ways yondu’s crew and the rest of the ravagers differ, we’re still missing info, like you mentioned. Like I’m still wondering if they only have rules against “dealing in kids” or whatever stakar said or do they just not traffick ppl of all ages period??? like where is the line drawn for the ravagers in how much shit they’re willing to do for a quick buck? and how does this line compare to gamora’s?

#ask #btw i am not putting this in my usual tag bc i’m tired of spamming g’s tag so yeah lol

[ao3feed-thor]

The Cuckoo's Home

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/c0i7qns

by bArkiNgfisH27

Martinex looks at the man on the floor- he’s still passed out cold, he must have been hit really hard- and then over at Stakar. “You know,” he says, “if you had a unit for every blue skinned, red eyed, anger issued little freak who liked harming people with projectiles that you’ve picked up, you’d have two units.”

The Ravager captain looks over at his first mate, entirely unamused. Martinex smiles back; “It’s weird that you had one in the first place, but now you've got two.”

 ---

 Loki isn't found by any obnoxiously colored alien after he fell from the Bifrost, just one that glows a little.

 AKA. The events of Thor 1 happen two years early; Loki spends time with the Ravagers, a group led by a man named Stakar Ogord. For whatever reason the captain keeps him around, giving him a jacket with flames and making him part of the crew- Loki's confused, wasn't he supposed to die after falling into the Void?

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Updates (hopefully) either every or every other Friday!!

Words: 3384, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Ravager!Loki

Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Stakar Ogord, Aleta Ogord, Martinex T'Naga, Charlie-27 (Marvel), Krugarr (Marvel), Mainframe (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Ravagers (Marvel), Original Characters

Relationships: Aleta Ogord/Stakar Ogord, Stakar Ogord & Martinex T'Naga, Aleta Ogord & Stakar Ogord & Martinex T'Naga, Stakar Ogord & Loki (Marvel), Loki (Marvel) & The Ravager Crew

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Thor (2011), Pre-Avengers (2012), Canon-Typical Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, Mental Instability, Mental Breakdown, Panic Attacks, Crying, Illnesses, Found Family, Seizures, Psychological Trauma, It's Loki we're talking about- c'mon, Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Loki Has Issues (Marvel), Sick Loki (Marvel), Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Shapeshifter Loki (Marvel), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Time for the fun tags!, Stakar sees Loki and says "mine", Loki isn't pleased, Ravager!Loki, I'm making that a tag now, The Ravagers are one big family, A violent and dysfunctional one but that's ok, Original Character Death(s), Maybe- we'll see, Other characters like Yondu('s crew) and Thanos will show up later, Slow To Update, I may take 4 billion years to update if/when I run out of pre-written chapters

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/c0i7qns

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #thor

[yonblu]

thinkin about how yondu had his ‘organic’ fin cut off by the kree to subdue his natural psionic powers / psychic connection with his homeworld in order to better control him ... thinkin about how even though that connection will never be as strong as it could have been, working with stakar nd the other og team to craft a new, artificial fin has given yondu the connection to his homeworld that he never had before nd he’s incredibly grateful for that

#616 yondu was kicked off centauri and had his fin removed BY the centaurians #so im allowed to hc that the kree did it to mcu yondu #specifically to better control him bc #they made him dependant on them #and if he had such a strong connection to his homeworld then like. #i imagine they thought he would be a lot harder to keep under control #if he knew there was somewhere else out there better for him #but like without his fin #he grew up just thinking this was all there was for him - this is all he was made for #until stakar came along and showed him that #he can be whatever he wants to be #and do whatever he wants to do #and he can be FREE #and he deserves to be treated better #AND LIKE #he mourns the loss of his culture - he mourns the fact that he was never able to feel that Connection(tm) #and never experience life on centauri #but this stupid. robotic fin #is what taps into the powers that were already there #its WHY he can control his fin #i wrote a post abt his fin before actually hang on #➴ OOC » number one yondu stan ❞

[spaceraiseda]

2/3

#you’re the picture in my heart‚ i loved you from the start. / nicks. #i was alone before she left me. / mari. #you attack one of us‚ you attack all of us. / the ravagers. #okayest dad in the universe. / yondu. #my guiding light. / stakar. #it’s us against the world. / cir. #high fives and knives. / corvus. #struggling to make things right‚ that’s how a superhero learns to fly. / kraglin. #dance offs and tickle fights. / peter. #give me shelter‚ show me heart. / john. #sometimes home can be a person. / owen. #we’re not so different‚ you and i. / pink. #always blowing shit up. / boss. #prepare for trouble‚ make it double. / livvy. #tag dump.

[shyficwriter]

Can you do Nightmare from Yondu's perspective for the ask game thing please?

Sure! (original here)

Send me a scene from one of my fics along with a character that appears in that scene and I’ll rewrite the scene from their perspective

Word Count: 1,420

A soft sound, a quiet whimpering, roused Yondu from a fitful sleep on the cold floor of the old shed he had decided would make decent enough shelter until daybreak.

He glanced around blearily, sleep clouding his senses, until his sleepy gaze fell on you just a few feet from him, curled on the floor and evidently the source of the muffled cries.

"Hey- what's that?" Yondu sat up a bit, trying to shake off sleep. Were you actually crying? He was almost certain he'd never seen you cry before, so why were you now? Had you fallen sick? Had Gef's cooking from the previous day finally gotten to you? A bit louder he asked, "What's the matter with ya?"

You didn't answer, your muffled cries only continued.

Yondu frowned. Were you ignoring him? He scooted closer. Were you hurt? You shouldn't be, the two of you hadn't gotten in so much as a tousle with anybody the whole time you had been searching for the latest score.

Closer inspection revealed that your lack of response was seemingly due to you apparently being fast asleep... yet you were still most definitely crying.

Well, it wouldn't be good to just leave you like that.

He reached out a hand and shook you by the shoulder to wake you.

The action had clearly startled you a bit, as you jolted by the rousing, but Yondu ignored it.

"What'ya cryin' for?"

You peered back at him, confusion clear in your eyes. "What?"

"Ya was cryin' in yer sleep. What's that about?"

You were quiet for a moment, and Yondu wondered if it was due to only being half awake, or embarrassment. He decided it was likely both.

“It’s nothing, just a nightmare,” came your answer finally, quietly.

Yondu narrowed his eyes at you. “‘Just’ a nightmare. Right. If it was just a nightmare then why were ya crying in your sleep?”

In the dim light he can see you bring your gaze down, refusing to meet his eyes. Further evidence that you were embarrassed about whatever it was, he thought.

“Look, it’s nothing. Like I said. Just a bad dream. You can go back to sleep now.”

Yondu rolled his eyes. 'Course you were gonna clam up. He couldn't say he blamed you, though. If he had been caught crying by his captain, he'd probably be embarrassed about it too. Actually, he knew he would be because it had happened before, just once not long after Stakar had freed him from the Kree battle slave barracks.

Everything had been new, there had been so much to take in- too much. One day he found himself too overwhelmed, and slipped away into a cargo hold and hid himself in a small space among the containers where he willed himself to breathe deeply and keep it in.

It hadn't worked.

Stakar found him there, hand over his mouth and eyes wet as he tried to choke back sobs. He could have melted into the floor then. In the barracks crying was weakness and weakness was shame. Part of him had expected to be disciplined for showing such weakness, just as he would have been back with the Kree. Beaten at worst, scolded at best.

But Stakar didn't.

Instead, he had talked Yondu through it. They discussed what was overwhelming him, what fears ailed him, what anxieties plagued him. Stakar listened, he heard, and he did his best to try and make it better.

And that's what Yondu resolved to do with you now. He wasn’t going to let it go. He didn’t think he had ever seen you cry before, and here you were now doing it in your sleep. Didn’t seem right to just ignore it. He also figured if you didn’t get it off your chest he figured you’d likely wake him again in the same manor when you fell back into whatever dream had been haunting you. That wouldn't be good for either of you.

He sat up straighter. “Well I’m up now. Might as well talk about it. Maybe you’ll sleep better if ya do.” Yondu leaned back against the wall of the abandoned shed.

He watched you sort-of curl into yourself in the dark. Chin on your knees, back also against the wall of the shed. However, you didn't speak.

“Ya really gonna try giving your captain the silent treatment now? Seems mighty rude. Would hate to have to assign extra chores for insubordination…” he trailed his sentence off. Pulling rank usually worked. Hell, who was he kidding? He was the captain. It always worked.

You finally looked up at him and sighed. “Look, it’s dumb. It’s really nothing-”

“Cut that bullshit.” he interrupted. “People don’t cry over nothin’, an’ I don’t think I’ve ever seen ya cry before, so spill it.”

Your back straightened as you rested against the wall. “It just- I had a dream about home,” you finally responded, a hint a defeat in your voice.

“Oh. Yer gettin’ homesick?” He supposed that made sense. Homesick wasn’t necessarily a sentiment he knew well, but he knew that Quill sometimes got homesick too, though he had pretty much grown grown out of it by now. He left Terra much younger than you had. You had had more time to get attached to your home world, so he wasn’t totally surprised.

“Not exactly,” you reply.

Yondu raised an eyebrow. That wasn’t quite the answer he had been expecting. “No?”

“No. You see, I um… I didn’t exactly have the… best life back home. My… my dad… he would- um… he-”

Your voice was starting to get that thick edge to it as you danced around telling him about just how bad of a relationship you had had with your father. He didn't like that sound.

Yondu cut you off when he heard your voice begin to crack. “I see. Ya ain’t gotta talk about yer daddy none if you don’t wanna. I think I already get the picture.” He already figured the dream was bad, but he hadn’t expected it to be that kinda bad.

In the dark he sees you nod your head gratefully and your posture relax a bit.

The two of you sat in silence a little bit before Yondu noticed you starting to shiver a little in the cool night air. He silently sighed and took off his duster before tossing it at you.

It hit you in the shoulder and after taking a moment to realize what it was you looked at him with widened, confused, eyes.

“Ya look cold. You’ll sleep better warm.” Yondu stated flatly.

“But you-”

“I’ll be fine.” With that he began to lay back down, his gaze towards the ceiling. “I run hot anyways. You get to sleep now. We got a long walk back to the ship in the mornin’.” That bit about running hot wasn't completely true. He was a little bit chilly if he was honest, but he still figured you needed the jacket more than him right then. And as long as you got the hint that this rare act of kindness was to never leave this shed, he'd deal with it. Last thing he needed was for his crew to think he'd gone soft.

“I- um- ok, sir,” you reply, sounding surprised. You laid back down on the floor of the shed, now with his duster as a blanket.

Yondu lay awake for a bit, well after the sound of your breathing deepened, indicating you had fallen back asleep. He couldn't help thinking about what had just taken place. Clearly, you were better off as part of his crew than back on Terra, especially if your memories of your life on Terra gave you nightmares.

The thought of a parent willfully harming their child made his blood boil. He couldn’t understand how a parent could ever hurt their kid. What kind of parents could beat on their kid? Or neglect them? Or use them as a battery… Or could even sell their own little baby into slavery… He shook his head to will those thoughts away.

In his mind it was settled. If your father was enough of a piece of shit that you didn’t even miss home, then he was gonna be your daddy now. Not like you’d be the first Terran he’d come to take as his own kid. Hell, might not even be the last.

He’d be better than you or Peter’s fathers would ever be. He was sure of that.

#gotg #gotg fanfic #gotg fanfiction #yondu #yondu fanfic #x reader #yondu udonta #yondu x reader #guardians of the galaxy #marvel #yondu fanfiction #fanfiction #ask game #prompts

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

*sigh*

I really enjoyed the second What If episode upon first viewing, but the more I think about it the more it pisses me off.

Let's set aside the fact that the episode essentially told us Yondu could have formed a kind of father-son bond with literally any random kid, therefore cheapening his relationship with Peter considerably. It's the premise, we have to work with it.

Seriously though... You're telling me that none of Peter's siblings showed T'Challa's spunk and hunger for the stars, when many of them were presumably from races that had dealings with alien species? All it took for Yondu to take to T'Challa instantly was the fact that he found the universe cool??

Seriously though, an important part of Yondu and Peter's relationship was that Yondu could never make himself soft for Peter until the very end because of how dangerous it was in a crew full of bloodthirsty jerks, and because of how badly Yondu himself was damaged by his own childhood. He also took to Peter - incredibly slowly - because he felt guilty about the deaths of Peter's siblings, a connection he wouldn't have had with T'Challa, and because Peter was an orphan with a monster for a dad - y'know, like Yondu, who was sold by his parents. Peter had no one else who could have protected him, that's why Yondu kept him around - not because he wanted an heir or he felt like turning to babysitting.

T'Challa's simple curiosity about the galaxy shouldn't have been enough for him to bond with Yondu, because Yondu's primary motivation to become a Ravager wasn't that he wanted to see the world - he became a Ravager because he had nothing else and they offered him a family. It makes NO SENSE that in that universe, he would make himself soft - the cardinal sin to his crew who turn on him like a pack of frenzied sharks when he does - immediately for a kid who doesn't share any of his own experiences and characteristics, and who already had a family. Yondu had no reason to tolerate having T'Challa aboard, much less decide to just keep him forever.

They essentially took his end-of-GotG2 personality and slapped it onto his younger self!

Also, Yondu lying to T'Challa was the cheapest way to write him as the same kind of terribly flawed father figure he was to Peter. The real Yondu, believe it or not, was actually a very strange, peculiar brand of self-loathingly honest. He only ever lied about things that would make him look better if they were explained:

he kept saying he was going to eat Peter, which wasn't true

he said he saved Peter's life because his crew wanted to eat him and he stopped them, which is also mostly a lie covering up the fact that he saved Peter's life in a much more significant - and actually heroic - way by keeping him away from Ego

he told Peter he kept him around because he was useful when he could have explained that he was protecting him

he apparently never told Peter about his past as a slave (because Peter mocks him for his use of the word in GotG1) even though it would have helped the two of them

he pretended he didn't know the Sphere wasn't the real Power Stone and he let Peter believe he was angry when he was actually proud (Peter even thought he'd kill him for that if they ever met again when Yondu laughed about being tricked out of billions of units)

he claimed that his motive for not capturing the Guardians was greed when it was because he cared

he never mentioned or used the tracker he'd stuck on Peter's ship, falsely validating Peter's assumptions that he had never come after him because he couldn't rather than because he didn't want to

he apparently didn't tell Stakar that he had spent decades taking care of Ego's last child even though it might have helped him get his place back

he lied to Rocket about why he kept Peter even though he knew Rocket knew the 'skinny' excuse was bs...

Yondu never, in either of the GotG movies, lied to make himself look better, he consistently presented himself in the worst way he possibly could. How the HELL does that translate to 'he'd tell a kid that his entire country is gone just because he thinks the kid would be happier as a ravager'????

Yondu was physically abusive and emotionally distant, not openly warm but dishonest and manipulative.

Yes yes yes, it's a 'what if' scenario and they're different people, so I'm not all that mad. Just ever so slightly miffed.

#what if #yondu udonta #peter quill #t'challa #what if marvel #child abuse #gotg #guardians of the galaxy #gotg2

[scribble-dee-doo]

They don't actually end up performing a funeral, thank stars. Instead, a haggard-looking Xandarian had commed them to rail for a bit about scaring his crew and then bluntly demanded to know what their business was with Yondu.

The easy answer would have been that they didn't have any business with any Yondu and their rodent must have commed the wrong Ravagers. But Aleta was eyeing him over the screen, Martinex was blank-faced the way he got when he wanted to bash Stakar over the head but was too loyal to do so, and Stakar had long ago learned that the easy way quite often coincided with the cowardly way.

Case in point, the exiling that led to this mess in the first place.

So he said they were old friends looking to make amends and sent over a shuttle with medical supplies and some fine booze.

Things were quiet for a bit, floating around in the black at the borders of the dust cloud that was formerly a small (living?) planet, if the Quadrant'screw was speaking truth. They comme'd back and forth for a bit, learned that the Xandarian was actually Peter Quill, Terran, of galaxy-guarding fame, and adopted son of onefamiliar cranky blue Centaurian. When Charlie-27 and the other captains showed up in personal craft, Stakar called a meeting and the new information was thoroughly picked over.

Nobody had to deal with the consequences, though, until the Ravager Obforonti comme'd them in the middle of a night-cycle to say Yondu had woken.

“Stakar must reunite with Udonta first, of course,” rumbled Charlie when Stakar gave everyone the news.

Stakar glared at him, but everyone else was already nodding. Traitors.

He couldn't really argue against them, though, so he only grumbled minimally and took a shuttle over to the Quadrant.

#marvel #mcu #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy 2 #gotg #got2 #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #gotg fanfiction #gotg 2 fanfiction #noodle fic #fic snippet #yondu udonta #stakar ogord

[colormeyondublue]

Chapter 8: Trenvik

Chapter 7 Here - Chapter 9 Here

The next morning, you wake up feeling a little nervous. Yondu’s words and anxious behavior are still fresh in your mind. You wonder to yourself who these disloyal men may be. You have an idea who a few might be, but they’ve never really bothered you apart from the occasional catcall. Most of the time if you made a snide comment back, they would leave you alone. You idly get ready and fix your hair in a braid. This morning feels strange.

A knock at your cabin door breaks your train of thought. You head toward the door, putting on that silver bracelet Yondu got you. You open your door and find the most unexpected face there to greet you.

It was Trenvik.

Trenvik was a race that you had never seen or heard of before boarding the Eclector. Kraglin told you he was Chorak. Apparently, they were an isolated kind and they were not sociable. He was…odd to say the least. He has lemon yellow skin, with puke green blotches covering his neck and face. His eyes are a piercing green with yellow speckles, and he has goat-like pupils. His facial features are sharp and hollow, and he is totally hairless. Trenvik leans against the doorframe with two of his 4 arms. The other two arms are above you, all 6 fingers gripping the ledge over your head. He was tall – very tall. You would guess around 7 feet. His body was lanky and lean. You recall he has a very unnerving gait to his walk. Something about him always made you very uncomfortable. Maybe it was the croaking sound that always seemed to seep from his throat when he would pass you on the ship. It could have been the fact that you had caught him staring at you a number of times in the mess. He’s never spoken to you – until now.

“Y/n.”

“Uhh…Hi. Trenvik – right?”

“Why are you hiding – in your room?”

His words are measured and unnerving. You begin to fidget with your feet, gripping the door handle tighter.

“I’m not hiding, I was actually getting ready to get some breakfast.”

“Breakfast? My dear, it’s almost halfway through the day. You are a bit late for that.” His mouth spreads into a nauseating grin. Sharp, needle-like teeth showing beneath his thin lips. He leans in closer to you.

“Oh my gosh! It’s that late?! I had no idea! I’m sorry, Trenvik, I really need to go.” You try to push past him through the doorway and pull the door closed behind you. “It was nice speaking to you!”

“Not so fast.” He grabs you by your wrist and pushes you against the wall next to your door. “Why are you in such a hurry to get away from me?”

“I – I’m not. I’m just late. I have to get to w-work.” You stutter.

He slowly releases his grip on you. His eyes travel up and down your body, as if he is trying to decide if you’re lying or not. “Very well. We can finish this later.” He finally says.

He takes one step back and you turn to run down the walkway toward your office. Trenvik watching you as you flee.

As you reach your office, you slam the door behind you, breathing rapidly. You start to feel tears welling in your eyes when your wrist comm dings. It’s Yondu.

“Yondu?”

“Hey Darlin’, you alright? I haven’t seen ya all day.”

“Yondu! Umm…yeah. I slept through my alarm. And I’ve been dealing with some weird anxiety today. I just feel strange. On top of that, Trenvik came to my door a little while ago.”

“What did he want?” He asked with clear aggravation in his voice.

“I don’t know. He was just trying to talk to me I think, but it felt creepy – like there was something else. His whole demeanor was sketchy.”

“You in yer office?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Stay right there honey, I’m on my way.”

The comm beeped again, and Yondu was gone. You let out a heavy sigh, and sit down at your desk. Music…I need music. You reach for your holopad and pull up the music files that Kraglin got you a few days prior. You begin to find more and more American music. That was a huge comfort to you, regardless of what era the music was from. A song that came through your speakers almost broke you. “Devil’s Backbone” by The Civil Wars. You heard some of their music when you were back home, but this song was new to you.

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what have I done?

I've fallen in love with a man on the run

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I'm begging you please

Don't take that sinner from me

Oh don't take that sinner from me

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what do I do?

I've fallen for someone who's nothing like you

He's raised on the edge of the devil's backbone

Oh I just wanna take him home...

You begin to think about the events that unfolded that morning with Trenvik. What if something does happen? What if Yondu does make me go back to Earth? I can’t leave him. He’s everything I never knew I needed. He’s brave and strong and true. Sure, he’s a criminal…but I don’t care. Sure, he’s a pirate, but I love him. I don't want to live a life without him in it. You look up at the screen of the holopad and the tears begin to fall. The last thing you want is to be the reason that Yondu runs into trouble with his crew. You don't want to be the reason someone freaks out and he gets hurt. You definitely don't want to put him in a situation where he would have to hurt someone else. He’s been through so much in his life. From being a battle slave all those years ago, being exiled by Stakar, and now he’s questioning his crew’s loyalty.

...Don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not

He's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I'm begging you please

Don't take that sinner from me

Oh don't take that sinner from me

What you didn’t know, is that Yondu was already in the room. He’s been silently standing inside the door listening to the music, hearing the lyrics along with your short breaths.

“Y/n?” His voice is barely above a whisper.

“Yondu!” You whip around, tears evident on your cheeks. “I didn’t hear you come in. What did you need?”

“Baby…what’s wrong? Did Trenvik bother ya?” You think his words over and absentmindedly rub your wrist where Trenvik grabbed you earlier. Yondu sees this and he raises his voice, “Did he put his hands on ya?!”

“Well…yes. He grabbed my wrist in the walkway. I’m a little scared of him, but he didn’t say anything hurtful or inappropriate. I just don't like the feeling he gives me. It’s…intrusive and creepy.”

Yondu's expression then turns angry. Eyes flashing with a seething light. Just as he is about to speak, the comm on his wrist beeps and Kraglin could be heard. “Cap’n, the crew is gathered in the mess fer the meeting.”

“Thanks, Kraglin, I’m headed yer way.” Yondu’s eyes meet yours, and he sees how worried you are. He forces his emotions to calm. “I’m gonna go talk to the crew. I’ll get this settled sweetheart, just ya wait and see.” He caresses your jaw with his hand, and places a single kiss on your lips. “Do ya wanna come with me? Ya can stand by me if that makes ya feel better ‘bout the whole thing?”

“I guess so.” You shrug.

“C’mon, darlin’.” He leads you out the doorway and toward the mess. Once there, you and Yondu walk up toward the officers table at the front. The platform you follow him to is raised and Yondu leans in close to you.

“Stay close ta me, I don’t expect much trouble, but I’d rather be safe in case anyone decides to get stupid.”

You take one small step back, but stay near Yondu’s side. The men in the mess are talking amongst themselves loudly. Kraglin approaches the Captain and murmurs, “Everyone is here sir, they’re all yers.”

Yondu clears his throat and lets out one loud, sharp whistle. His arrow flys up to his ear, and the room is immediately silent. Your heart is beating quickly, and you put your hands behind your back so you can fiddle with your fingers without being seen.

“Now…I bet ya’ll are wonderin’ why I called everyone here. It’s been brought ta my attention that some ‘a y’all think that I am keepin ya on a short leash around y/n fer no reason. It ain't fer no reason. Y/n is off limits, because she’s mine! It’s safe fer ya'll ta assume that she is my girl. I don’t want ta hear another complaint from anyone on this ship about y/n being off limits. If anyone has a problem with that, you are free to depart one of two ways: at our next port, which would be Knowhere, or out the airlock! If I get even the tiniest wind of more talk regarding y/n or this mutiny crap that’s been floating around, I will not hesitate to send this arrow straight through yer skull! Is that clear!?”

A resounding “Yes sir!” echoed through the mess.

“Not a single one ‘a ya is ta lay a hand on her. You do not speak to her in a manner she doesn’t like, and if ya do ya’ll can believe that I will know about it, and I will skin ya alive.”

The murmurs began again as Yondu turns to say something to the first mate. You scan over the crowd nervously. You catch Trenvik staring straight through you from the back of the room. His icy stare sending the worst chills down your spine. You overhear some mention of the Captain going soft, and something about you being his personal whore. The word “whore” lights your blood on fire, and you begin to see red. The murmurers start to get louder and the room is clouded with harsh laughter. The noise starts to get overwhelming. Without thinking, you yell into the room as loud and you can manage. Yondu snaps his head in your direction at the sound of your voice.

“SHUT IT!!” Your fists are clenched and your arms are shaking. Yondu can see the rage burning in your eyes. Anger is an emotion he has never seen you wear before. He isn’t sure if he should stop you, or let you continue. He keeps his eyes on you while you speak.

“Most of you in this room only know me as the Secretary – so to speak. Some of you have never spoken to me, where as some of you,” you glance in Tullk and Geff’s direction and smile softly, “talk to me on a regular basis. Yes, I am in a relationship with the Captain. Yes, I am his girl. Now, I have no authority here, but because I am his girl, I will not tolerate any mention of the Captain going soft! Some of you may have no idea what I am. Some of you might not be familiar with where I’m from. Sure, I’m Terran, but I’m more than that. I am human. We care for our own, deeply. We love, we defend and we protect. We Terrans may be small, we might be weak, and hell, we may not even be that smart by galactic standards – but back on my home planet, we have a saying: It takes a village. The meaning is simple…in order to survive, we have to work together. We have to care about each other. For thousands of years, my people have been beating the odds left and right. We’ve survived hostile environments, fierce predators, and devastating plagues. Just 4 Earth years ago, our global population reached over 7 and a half billion people! We survive because we figured out a long time ago that love is our strength, not our weakness.”

Apart from your words, the room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You take a big breath in, and continue.

“The point is, this crew could be a whole hell of a lot better off if you guys would trash this idea that caring about someone makes you soft! It’s absolutely ridiculous! Love can bring on a strength in each and every one of you that you never knew you had. It doesn’t even have to be romantic love, it can be something as simple as friendship and respect for one another, and for your Captain. Just know that this entire crew would be so much stronger and much more resilient if you would consider my words. With this knowledge, and with Captain Udonta at the helm, this crew could do anything!”

The crew just stares back at you, with a mixture of bewilderment and confusion on their faces.

“However, Rome wasn’t built in a day. So…just think about it.” You smirk confidently, and cross your arms.

Yondu just stares at you. It’s hard to read what he’s thinking, as he remains expressionless. He looks back out over the crew. “Yer dismissed. Get back ta work!”

Kraglin discreetly says something to Yondu, and he glances at you before leaving the mess as well. Shit…I might have way overstepped my boundaries. Yondu is probably pissed. Great.

Yondu turns to you. “Yer done with yer work fer the day. Come with me.” You follow Yondu out of the mess and straight to his quarters.

#Yondu and The Secretary #Yondu Udonta #yondu x reader #marvel #fanfic #gotg #gotg fanfiction #ravager #kraglin obfonteri #kraglin #eclector

[sharraus]

WIP list tag

tagged by my new-ish(?) friend @writingonesdreams. Thank you! Your WIPs sound damn neat tbh.

Rules: Share a list of all the stories you’re currently working on, regardless of whether or not you have introduced them to writeblr.

well, the rules fail to define “work” so I´m going to put everything I vaguely think and/or add to notes about every once in a blue moon on this list. Mostly because otherwise it would have 3 WIPs at best. Top to bottom by how often or how much I actually work on them.

Hogwarts Elite - Harry Potter fanfiction taking place in Harry´s fifth year. A what if story where prophecies are a bitch, someone is thoroughly done with magical Britain´s nonsense and Albus Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge nor Lord Voldemort are having a good time. Neither is anyone else, but hey, at least they´re alive. So far.

Question of Trust - A sorcerer, a herbalist, a witchhunter and a noble´s daughter try to save a small village from a terrible curse while failing to hide terrible secrets from each other.

Swindler Zero - A young Terran accidentally escapes the Corps´ best guarded prison, joins a feared group of space pirates, punches an elder being and kills what is probably a god. He really just wanted to get off the bloody Earth before it decalred war on something. Again.

Estranged family - Guardiands of the Galaxy vol. 2 sort of fix-it.The Quadrant got hit by rubble from exploding Ego and sent everyone flying in space. Stakar Ogord showed up fast enough to save them, but trauma and family issues don´t go away just because they are inconvenient.

Not worth the war - Started off as Thor 1 rewrite where the fight on Jotunheim didn´t happen. Now it´s a political novel where Frigga is done, Odin´s empire is falling apart and none of their children are okay. And above it all looms the ever-present threat of the Mad Titan´s ugly mug.

One step back - another Harry Potter fanfiction. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna have been sent back in time during the battle at the ministry. Their memory of their proper time is quickly fading and even the wisdom of the founders and various Merlin´s can stop it. They must get back, but there is a slight problem. In the late 10th century british isles no one has even thought of manipulating time, let alone travelling through it.

Keepers of the Ancient Woods - Four young people get a conveniently easy job - taking care of a patch of land in the middle of nowhere. Except nothing is ever that easy and soon they are trapped on a far larger property where the magical creatures don´t care that the four humans are technically in charge. There is no escape until the contract´s been fullfilled. It´s just too bad they didn´t bother to read it.

Woes of the 4.B class - inspired by the unfortunate group of losers people that´s my class and the shit that goes down on our school. There´s just bad teachers, no organizational skills and a whole lot of swearing. The road to graduation is, after all, paved with tears, bad jokes, bucketloads of chocolate and spite and maybe luck.

I´m going to tag a bunch of people, because why not and also it´s a literal tag game... @writeouswriter @hysteriwah @writtendevastation @emberv @zmlorenz @marewriteblr @goldenzingy46butwriteblr @pens-swords-stuff Feel free to just not, or to join if not tagged.

#tag game #tagged #writeblr #swindler zero #Question of Trust #hogwarts elite

[caatws]

I feel like the ravagers is such a weird situation because we only really got to know Yondu, Kraglin and Yondu's crew. This group was cast out because of the trafficking as you mentioned and all we really know of Stakar is that he cared for Yondu and was heartbroken Yondu did something so terrible with trafficking. Stakar and other ravagers show up for Yondu's funeral because Rocket contacted them but beyond that there's no indication Peter knows those groups well and it was talked about during vol 3 press that Kraglin has been feeling lost and like he doesn't have a real place with Yondu gone, so that means he wasn't close with Stakar or the other ravagers.

I know everyone has different feelings about Gamora being associated with the ravagers and I think for me I wish vol 3 would have explored a relationship between the guardians and the ravagers more through maybe Kraglin being a common link. Like maybe it could have been revealed Kraglin found out where Gamora was a while back and told Nebula. That could have been how Nebula and Gamora got connected again after Endgame. The ravagers could have had a bigger role in the plot where we got to see Gamora's life with them and also see the guardians become part of her life too. Something that allowed everything to fit together and feel more authentic.

But I also feel like regardless of the circumstances we needed more time spent on Gamora's thoughts and perspective. We know a little but not nearly enough about what life had been like for her and why she made the decisions she has and what's driving her. I feel like vol 3 treats Gamora being with the ravagers as if its her origin and where she's always been like Endgame didn't happen. But that's not the case. There are too many gaps in the story when it comes to what Infinity War and Endgame meant for all the characters and it's a noticeable weak spot that becomes more of an issue for Gamora.

yeah you get me anon! to me it always felt like there were the Ravagers(TM) and then the Ravagers (Yondu's Version) (From the Vault) and that the gotg rly only had a relationship with the latter, which seemed to have been wrapped up in vol 2 with yondu's crew imploding on itself and the gotg adopting kraglin. it would've been interesting to see kraglin build a relationship with the other ravagers to then be the bridge between nebula and ravager!gamora! it also could've been a cool callback to vol 1 if the ravagers showed up to help the gotg defeat the high evolutionary at the end and kinda would've sold me more on the Gamora Custody Agreement at the end of the film

but yeah, gamora's parts in vol 3 felt removed enough from the main plot/other characters' arcs at times that it felt like an entirely different character could've existed in her place or they could've written a whole other version of the movie without her, and that's just such a downgrade from her being one of the literal leads in vol 1 and 2

#ask #the gamora situation