Jesse and Genji for the daemon AU!

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“So what’s your daemon supposed to be?” Dulce asks, the first time they meet Genji Shimada, and Jesse near-about dies on the spot.

The daemon in question bares its fangs, and even though neither it or Genji should have the strength to move, Jesse wastes no time in scooping up Dulce into the relative safety of his arms. “Shut up,” he hisses at her, and then to Genji, “I’m sorry, she ain’t got no manners.” 

“I’d say so,” Genji croaks, breath rasping out of his ruined throat. If looks could kill, Dulce’d be a little smear on the floor. 

“Sorry,” Jesse repeats, and beats a hasty retreat from the hospital room. 

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I was asked to do this ages ago by @daceymormont​, so of course I chose to start on this like three days before I’m due to give birth. What can I say? I have great timing. So, if you can’t tell, that means my updating of this will be spotty. I wanted to at least get this part up though, as I think it sets the stage for everything. I’m also unsure if this is going to be a Fix It fic or if I’ve going to leave it to end as it did in canon. That would be really rude of me, wouldn’t it? Notes on the daemons below. More will come as the characters are introduced in the story. I’m still kind of figuring out where this is going. This will be under the tag “rogue daemons”.

Summary: Cassian’s daemon settles when he is six years-old, almost completely unheard of, and Jyn’s when she is eight. They’re light years apart from one another, souls born of the same loss, but in time, they will come together to do the most extraordinary things in the name of rebellion. (Or, Rogue One with daemons, plus extra scenes.)

We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins,
carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains.
93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames,
we are all just stars that have people names.
– Nikita Gill

No one said anything directly to him, but everyone knew the truth regardless: his daemon had settled and at such a painfully young age too.

People didn’t talk about it, especially the daemon superstitious inhabitants of Fest, but there were whispers. Some said that a person was damaged if their daemon settled too young. They were still growing, still learning about the world, still figuring out who they were. To have their soul settle before the proper age meant that there was something very off. The child was stunted. They would never even have the chance to mature into something more, as if their daemon’s settling would imprint on them forever.

Cassian’s daemon settled when he was six years-old.

As the years pass, he will barely be able to recall a time when his Amaya was not settled as one form. It would have been nice if she could change, seeing as how he would become a spy later on, but no, the second he stepped into his deadly silent home, he felt his entire world shift. His very being was glass and it was shattered as his mother’s blood seeped to the soles of his shoes and then it reformed into something else, jagged, cold, irreparably broken.

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