Idk I Like Shenanigans With Young Obi And Little Ani I Would Like Another Three Movies Just About That

Idk I like shenanigans with young Obi and little Ani I would like another three movies just about that please.

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I could go on about how much peter quill and the gotg movies mean to me but that would be a very long caption.

Okay, a bunch of random headcanons for Peter and the Ravagers (trying to) celebrate Christmas:

  The main reason why the Ravagers even try to go out of their way to set that whole Christmas-y thing up is because it got described to them as a feast. And feast means booze. A feast that also has the tradition of getting them the expensive stuff they wished for without having to steal it for themselves, but rather have others of the crew steal it for them, is a big plus, too.

(Reason number two, although nobody really admits it, is because Peter pestered them with it since he found a calendar in what was, like, late October. Kid kept telling them stories about Christmas since then, dropping hints or flat out pointing towards it in every single conversation since then, and while none of them would admit they want to see the boy’s face when he sees what they had come up with, they all can agree they hope Peter will get of their backs afterwards.)

  Some of the traditions get mixed up or lost or interpreted in a completely different way.

The Ravagers don’t really understand why they should sing songs they don’t understand, or why they should wrap presents in expensive and colorful paper when they can clearly just wrap a rag around it and be done with it. But they did get that there’s a tree involved and that it’s kinda important, so they think they can at least do that. The little problem - Peter neglected to mention what kind of tree, so they are left wondering. They scratch the idea of getting one giant tree – over twenty feet tall – and also don’t’ think Peter will be satisfied with a bush or something, so they go for a tree that’s around the height of a grown man.

(Peter, unexplainably for them, will burst out laughing when he understands that they got a leaf tree in it’s wintery, dead state, throwing colorful (mostly red) cloth and scarfs over it to decorate it, instead of a “real” Christmas tree. He doesn’t blame them, though, swallows his laughter even when they look fairly disappointed by his reaction to their trouble.)

  The one tradition that also seems of importance is the whole Santa Clause thing, they conclude while they prepare. Peter used to tell stories about that bearded old man with bright eyes and smiling, excitedly explaining how Santa would bring all children their presents – even though that roused many questions amongst the Ravagers. “Why would ‘e do that?” – “Yeah, why not keep it to ‘imself?” only a very few of them. Some of them declared Santa as downright stupid and not really Ravager-material, but Peter insisted it was “one of the really important things about Christmas!”

So, naturally, they decide that there’s gotta be a Santa on this Ravager-Christmas. Bearded, fat, with a hat and all that.

It takes about twenty minutes of arguing, one sly comment of Tullk, Oblo’s and Kraglin’s combined strength and some very good reflexes, but they finally manage to wrangle a very unhappy and murderous Horuz into a self-made Santa-costume consisting of some extra cleaned Ravager jackets decorated with some (almost) white fur, a self-made, a dangerously slanting self-made hat on top of it all.

“Ain’t ye lookin’ real pretty today Horuz!”

“’M gonna kill the whole lot of y’all one day.”  

“We’re gonna pay ye an extra drink, stop complainin’.”

  Yondu somehow managed to steer clear of most of the preparations, liking to pretend that absolutely nothing of this is happening. Can’t be that vile, heartless Ravagers prepare a feast for a kid, right, booze or not. (Part of him, a really tiny, quiet part that he likes to snuff out, points out that he also didn’t like the reminder of celebrating with family, when he, well, didn’t have that said family anymore.)

But even he can’t ignore when the crew starts dragging the tree down the hallways of the ship – stumbling over each other, knocking more than one thing down on the way – or the fact that Peter somehow always ends up in front of his cabin to ask what is going on, why everyone is avoiding the little Terran and not telling him anything. So Yondu locks a protesting Peter in his cabin and trudges off to catch one of the idjits responsible for this mess.

“Boys!”

“Capt’n?” Kraglin asks, all wide-eyed surprise even though he is currently sitting on Oblo’s shoulders, balancing up there while he tries to attach what looks like colorful scarfs and rags sewn together to the ceiling.

Yondu almost face-palms over their clear enthusiasm for all of this, but decides that even that is a waste of energy.

“One of ya jackasses can grab Quill n’ get ‘im off the ship before ‘e stumbles over y’all preparin’ that shit.”

The surprised and perplexed gazes he gets for that makes him wonder how the actual heck the men had even tried to keep it a secret from Peter up until now.

  When it’s finally time and they have prepared everything – quite well, they think, quite well – and they let Peter into the mess hall, most of them think it was all worth the trouble. Worth it since Peter is beaming brighter than any of the tiny lanterns Oblo had set up, since he’s laughing tears when he catches sight of Horuz dressed as Santa, worth it since the boy races multiple times around the (not quite right) Christmas tree and cheers over how amazing this all is.

If anyone asks them, though, it’s worth it mostly because there is plenty of booze flowing that night.

  Peter is more than happy with the spoils of that evening – fingerless gloves from Tullk, a tiny knife from Kraglin, a set of lock picking tools from Oblo (that the man will probably come to regret) – so happy, in fact, that he decides to be extra generous that evening.

(It’s not like he thought about the gift for over a month, and went through quite some trouble for it. All of that can be ignored. It’s just because he is having a great time.)  

So when Yondu grumbles and shoves at him when the boy clambers on the Captain’s chair and on the Centaurian’s lap from there, then Peter doesn’t even complain, just slips right back off, just his head poking out from under the arm rest carefully.

Yondu actually seems to hesitate over the child’s lack of resistance, hand half-hovering between shoving again and reaching for his half-empty bottle instead. Behind them, the party is still going, loud and rude and with drinks for days, but between boy and man, there is some sort of careful, fragile peace and quiet for once.

Finally, Yondu gives in. “What is it, Quill.”

Peter grins, getting the hint, and rustles around for a second before quickly pushing a lumpy, clumsily wrapped package onto the Ravager’s lap. “Merry fucking Christmas, old man.”

It’s too quick and Yondu too dumbfounded (drunk, he will later say) and Peter has dashed off to safety before Yondu can find his voice again to snarl at him, or worse, laugh and throw the present back at him.

It’s a good thing he couldn’t, Yondu decides when he unwraps the thing far more carefully than he wants to admit and finds a fine, expensive scarf in it (together with a note that makes him bare his teeth in a crooked grin because that boy got some nerve.) Would have been a waste to throw around something nice like this.

  (And if Peter finds a set of new, child-sized blasters next to his bunk when he wakes up late the next morning, his excited happy yelling waking a hungover crew much to their disgruntlement, then Yondu really doesn’t know anything about where those came from. Nope. Go ask Santa, Quill.)  

So I've got this Gotg headcanon going about little Peter suffering from nightmares during his time on the Eclector. The boy has slept awfully since his mum's death and after his abduction from Earth, he used to wake up in the middle of the night, completely drenched in sweat and shivering, looking around his dark room in fear. Whenever he had a nightmare back home, Peter just would've run to his mother, slip under her blanket only to get shushed and comforted by her soft voice.

But now things were different and there was no one who could possibly give him that kind of (needed) comfort. In fact, the boy was on a ship full of cold-hearted cruel pirates, who cared about nothing and no one.

Yet, one night, Peter eventually sneaks out of his room, tiptoeing through the ship's empty corridors and comes to halt at the Captain's quarters.

The boy hesitates first but his fear of sleeping alone after that awful nightmare clearly outweighed that so he opened the door with a creak and as quietly as possible slipped into the generous room.

There he finds Yondu, snoring loudly to himself on his large bed, having no clue that the Terran kid just sneaked into his private quarters as he hasn't heard him near at all.

Peter stares a while at the Ravager captain, then a child's dainty hand lands on the Centaurian's rough shoulder, shaking it while a whisper runs over his lips.

"Yondu!"

No reaction.

Peter tries it once again and this time, he hears a grunt, then a pair of red eyes flap open in a sudden. A hand grabs the child's arm (a little bit to hard) and the boy squeals in surprise, making Yondu raise his eyebrow in confusion when he probably expected a threat but not the little Terran almost scaring him to death.

He sighes almost relieved, lets go off the boy's arm and his tensed muscles relax a bit.

"'s jus' ya, boy."

"What the hell ya doin' 'ere in the middle of the night?"

Yondu pierces the child with his look, expecting a good explanation for all of this. No one would dare to wake the captain after all, right?

"I've had a nightmare... and now I can't sleep."

"An'?"

Peter avoids his glance, ashamed, looking to the side and mumbles some words under his breath.

"I uh, can I sleep with you tonight?"

That was when the boy caught Yondu off guard completely. Another confused look and raised eyebrow alongside with a few hisses makes Peter almost regret coming here in the first place.

"What? Ain't'cha too old for this, boy? C'mon, get outta 'ere, kid, 'm tired!"

The Ravager turns his back to the kid, pretending to fall asleep and simply waits for the boy to leave his room again, but then he hears a soft sniffle and a child's whiny voice.

"Please, Yondu..."

He turns around again, seeing, how few tears glistened on Peter's cheeks and another sniffle follows while big green eyes caught the captain's stern gaze. And he told the kid many times not to put on that look on his face, not to whine or cry, because Yondu hated whenever the boy did that and couldn't stand his crying. But there was also this feeling in his chest that he couldn't quite understand even up until that day and should he be damned for it, hell, Yondu somehow just couldn't kick the boy out.

So with a few reluctant grumbles and repressed self-pride, the Centaurian eventually makes a bit of space on the bed and Peter's tears disappeared in a sudden when the little Terran scrambs up to him under the blanket.

"But don't'cha make any noise! If I'm hearin' jus' a single un, I'll kick ya out, ye hear me, boy?!"

Peter curles into a little ball, snuggling into the blanket right beside the hissing Ravager who then hears some further whispered words.

"I won't, I promise."

Odd as it is, Yondu has laid awake for a while now and the sleepiness just seemingly dissolved with the little child pressed tightly against his back so the Centaurian turns, hearing Peter's soft breaths and little hands clenched into the blanket while he whimpers in his sleep.

If he'd stick to his words before, now would be the moment to bring the kid back to his bed because Peter actually broke his promise to stay quiet all night. But Ravagers don't make promises anyway and if they did, they'd surely break them, don't they?

Boy better learns t' stop making promises he can't keep.

And that sure has nothing to do with the little Terran crying in his sleep nor Yondu's hand carefully pulling the kid a little bit closer to him or that warm feeling rising in his chest when the boy snuggled into his arms.

No, not at all.

when dad joke backfires 

highly indulgent bb Yondu doodles