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The Odd Jobber >> Yondu Udonta X Reader

Title: The Odd Jobber

Paring: Yondu Udonta X Reader

Warnings: features cleaning, cutesy, fluff, partial nudity, suggestive themes, Peter Quill is a little shit. 

Spoilers: set between Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol 1 and Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol 2. There are no spoilers for the second movie, because this story happens before it!

Requested By: AshliDinkelman

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You were just a pilot, and yet, you never flew anymore. You'd only joined the Ravagers when you had been rescued from your failing ship on Xandar. It had been the day that the Ravagers and the Nova Corps teamed up to defeat the Kree radical, Ronan the Accuser, which, unlike any day, was something that would forever be fresh in your memory. Maybe it was because that was the same day that when you had been dug out from the wreckage of your ship, you saw him for the first time.

He said his name was Yondu, and ever since, you were smitten. Him and his crooked teeth, kind eyes and cussing like a sailor, and not trying to hide it. When he took you on board his crew's main ship, you told yourself it was temporary, and yet, two lunar months later, you were still on board.

You would offer repeatedly to be a part of the functionality of his crew, and even though you had a lifetime of certified open space flight training, Yondu would refuse your offer as kindly as he could. So, you did what anyone else would do. And that would be to find another place on board his ship that had an opening for work. There were enough people who knew weaponry, and enough people who operated the computers, enough cooks, cleaners, medical experts. Kraglin was already First Mate, and there was not an opening for that, or Second Mate, either.

You became the Odd Jobber.

It began with you tidying up after the Ravagers, putting things back where they belonged, filing in numbers of things that needed to be stocked at the next planet, cleaning out the messes of things crammed into the broom closets. And, you sometimes played a homemade guitar (made from a crate and mechanical wire) at meal times. By the end of the month, it was your official title, and you did your best to live up to it.

"Can you fix my socks? There's holes in them." One Ravager asked, on Monday.

"I need an extra hand carrying these supplies in! __________, can you help?" Another asked on Thursday, after docking planet side.

"Where's my blaster?" Kraglin asked on Saturday, before a battle.

You passed it to him. "It sounded a little blocked last time you fired it," you told him, proud of your work. "I think I fixed the problem with the extra kick in it now."

But, it was the Wednesday after that which proved to be...eventful. It wasn't like everyday wasn't eventful, being a Ravager was enough to always have something happening. But – Wednesday was one which would forever stay marked in your memory. It began the usual way – a hot cup of kaf, a bowl of something mushy. Then, you were approached by Tullk, and Oblo, who handed you a bucket of soapy water, and a mop.

"If y'wouldn't mind," Tullk said, sparing a small smile, "there's a mess tha' needs cleanin'."

Oblo nodded, voice low, "It's in the hallway in front o' Captain Udonta's room."

You didn't need to be told twice. Having once witnessed Captain Yondu's face upon seeing one of the famed messes across the ship, you made way to the location that Oblo sent you to clean up. True to their word, there was a small mess – a charred outline of someone upon the floor, some blood upon the walls of the ship. Gritting your teeth at the barbarity of it, you got to work.