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seateajessi · 3 years

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Chapter 1

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@chokemeanakin request, my very first fanfic hope you like it <3

There it was this familiar feeling of fear, anger, and frustration creeping into my mind consuming my very soul and leave my body frozen.

I failed.

I needed a moment to realize what just happened, a moment I missed to dodge the shot that split my lightsaber in half.

Not that It was of great use to me, now that I was lying on a destroyed federation tank, probably deadly injured and without any support that could turn things for the better.

The stars dancing over me confirmed my worries and slowly a jabbing pain kept me from breathing in more of the burnt air that wavered over the battlefield.

That was it.

That was the end.

The end of a traitor, of someone who left her troops in the middle of a crucial fight only to hunt down a phantom, a specter. There were clear orders to be followed, there was a code that showed a Jedi how to lead, how to live, and most importantly how to survive.

Especially the last part seemed more reasonable to me, as I was dying on that piece of metal junk.

My vision began to blur and the sounds of the battle surrounding me became numbed.

I desperately tried to reach my communicator and I believe more color left my face when I felt the warm blood on my finger.

Tears formed in my eyes as I started to realize what I had done, in what position I had brought not only my troops but the whole galaxy, the republic ... and General Skywalker.

I winced at the thought of Ani, we were friends since we first met as younglings at the temple.

The mission we were sent to was most likely one of the most significant, it held the potential to capture General Grievous and end that monster once and for all. After a defeat of General Grievous and his droids, the Jedi council and chancellor Palpatine were informed by republic supporters that Grievous fled to the Outer Rim.

Palpatine made it clear that two of the most powerful Jedi should execute this mission to ensure certain success. The council was as confused as I was when the chancellor recommended me for this mission, of course, I was a Jedi knight but I was neither a master nor the chosen one, on the contrary, I had never felt strongly connected to the force or was especially skilled with the lightsaber. If it wasn't for the severity of the situation and the lack of available Jedi, the council would have never even considered sending me on this mission.

I closed my eyes and gasped at the pain that slowly numbed my body and my consciousness.

In the Carlac system, we finally tracked a sign, in hindsight obviously way too easy and after we landed on Carlac it didn´t take long and an army had surrounded us. Any communication was blocked and Anakin and I were separated right at the beginning of the battle.

The snow-covered planet made it difficult to keep an overview, heavy blizzards made it nearly impossible to see more than two feet in front of you.

Tiny sobs escaped me when I thought of him being out there alone facing this gigantic army of battle droids. In the Jedi order was no personal attachment allowed and that was the hardest price to pay in order of being a Jedi. He had to be dead by now, yet I didn´t feel any change in the force.

The tears burned in my eyes, realizing that everyone could be dead by now and my weak connection to the force could easily hide it from me.

My thoughts became disorientated and the aching pain had now reached every limb and bone in my body.

My eyelids became heavier and it started to snow again, flakes nearly as big as my hand, they really looked beautiful combined with the fading sunlight.

Something felt so familiar with that picture and for a moment it soothed my pain sending me into something between sleep and unconsciousness.

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The nightmare that haunted me was the same as I dreamt it almost every night for as long as I could remember.

Usually, I was wandering through a cave until I would spot daylight and hope to escape this hell only to stop before a dead end every single time. A horrifying scream fills the cave, echoes, and becomes louder and louder until I´d crouch on the ground. Desperation and fear would paralyze me until the cave would begin to crumble and collapse burying me.

This time was no different and with a loud gasp I opened my eyes, adjusting to the harsh mechanical lights that were directed on me.

I couldn´t make anything out in the glaring light, apart from the metallic room that surrounded me, and the fact that I was levitating in the middle of this room, held in some sort of slowly spinning electrical captivation.

It was a wonder that I survived the shooting before but there was no way I would live long enough to...my train of thought was interrupted by the opening of the door.

Battle droids of course and behind them a horrendous creature, half a robot and half Kaleesh.

"General Grievous", I stated, trying to sound as unaffected as possible.

His pestering laugh filled the room as he eyed me carefully.

"I´m a Jedi", my voice sounded horrible, an embarrassing mixture between voice cracks and whispering. Why was I even talking to him, I silently cursed myself.

"Jedi scum for sure, but what´s your name little Jedi?"

"Emerald", I answered slowly starting to feel the pain coming back.

"Is this even a name?", the droid next to Grievous chattered, "Never is that a name.", he continued clearly sure of himself, "We found her on the top of a tank, and her lightsaber was broken. I have it right here. Look at it yourself." he proudly held my lightsaber in front of Grievous face.

"What am I supposed to do with it you stupid droid?", the Kaleesh snarled. "You´re soon will look like that saber, Jedi scum. Droids, guard her." with that he stamped out, leaving me with that awful sound of "Rodger, Rodger" echoing through the room.

The thought of Anakin and the clones haunted me, there was no way I would give them up so easily.

This was my chance, a new sparkle of hope gave me life, the moment a somewhat brilliant idea came to my mind.

With my most suffering expression, which I didn't even need to fake that much I wailed "Oh, no. I´m gonna die, I can feel it. If I die now, Grievous can´t kill me. How are you gonna explain to him that you let me die when you were instructed to guard me." I sighed dramatically and slowly closed my eyes.

"Is she dead?", "Hey you, Emerald Jedi.", "I think she is dead", "We need to check, I was just promoted." the discussion continued until I roughly landed on the ground, hearing the two battle droids approaching to check on my health.

I quietly groaned at the aching pain that definitely originated from the left side of my body.

I felt the cold metal hand on my throat, clumsily checking if I was still alive. "I think she is...dead?!"

I calmed myself collecting everything that's left of my strength and grabbed the droid and ripped his head off. "Whaaat the", the other droid screamed in shock, still compensating why I was still breathing, which made it easier to grab his blaster and shoot it.

I gasped again, this time out of physical exertion, this little fight had brought me near unconsciousness again.

Struggling to set one foot before another I reached the door and opened it, trying to be as quiet as possible while sneaking out of the metallic hellhole.

There were only a few other droids, the base definitely didn´t seem heavily guarded, which was somehow strange.

"Grievous, you know that it is of utmost importance that the Jedi girl...", I froze and slowly approached the corner the voices were coming from. "Skywalker has to walk into our trap..." My heart made a little jump when I realized that Anakin probably wasn´t dead. "...Sidious ordered that she is only to be killed when Skywalker watches." I frowned and carefully retreated. The pain became more unbearable by the second and I still needed to find a way out of here.

Still, I couldn´t keep my mind from start rattling about what I just witnessed.

What in the force's name did they mean by setting a trap for Anakin. I wasn´t sure who the other one was, but I was definitely planning on figuring that out.

I needed to get to our ship and contact the fleet, call for help and inform the Jedi council about this.

I looked for something that would keep me alive and my luck had turned at least that's what I thought the moment I spotted a little something above me.

It seemed like there was some sort of container that had a medical sign-on. My shoulder made a terrible sound as I tried to reach for the switch to open it.

The pain that shot through my whole body caused me to abruptly slump down to the hard metal ground.

Before I could hit the ground hard, I was caught by a pair of strong arms that seemed familiar to me.

Could this be... "Ani?", I croaked and turned around, tears once again forming in my eyes as I saw his eyes full of concern and his hurt expression.

"You promised me you weren´t going to do anything reckless", he whispered and tried to sound taunting but his voice broke when he turned me a bit and saw my side.

I tried to form a laugh that sounded more like Grievous coughing, due to the amount of blood that came with it.

"Don´t worry it´s gonna be fine. Help is on its way, we-we contacted the fleet.",

My hand clutched for his that tried desperately to soothe my pain somehow.

"Ani, please hold me", I whimpered holding on to him even stronger. I couldn't read the expression that crept on his face but it scared me.

"They are gonna pay for this, every single one of them." he hissed and my stomach turned.

"Just look at me, Ani, please. It´s not that bad.", I whispered caressing his cheek and tried to smile. His expression softens and he carefully picked me up. "You´re so cold, Ems." I huffed and grabbed his hand pressing it against me, placing a soft kiss on his palm. A sad smile graced his face while he covered me with his robe. "See, I´m here, don´t worry.", he placed in return a kiss on my head.

"Ani, I´m scared." I whispered and I don´t know what hurt more the stabbing pain in my side or how his eyes became watery.

I ran my hand softly over his chest and buried myself into his strong arms. I barely felt the pain nor the burning sensation that had caused his touch.

And once again I drifted into sleep, only this time I felt as safe and warm as I never had before.

#anakin fic #sw anakin #star wars fanfiction #star wars #anakin fluff #anakin x reader #anakin x fem reader #original female character #fluff #hurt #angst

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jgvfhl · 4 years

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An Awkward Bly One Shot

The war had officially been over for a couple months now, and, while there were still small conflicts around the galaxy to put down the last of the Separatist resistance, for the most part, it was oddly peaceful. Odd to the clones, anyway. The Senate was still a mess after the reveal of Chancellor Palpatine’s true nature, but luckily, Bly wasn’t a senator, and he was more than happy to act as a makeshift security detail for General Secura while the Jedi Council went through much the same process of sorting through the mess they’d been left with. Until the entire Coruscant Guard had been through surgery to remove those kriffing inhibitor chips, the Jedi weren’t taking any risks. The generals had sent their commanders for treatment almost immediately after the discovery, so she was safe with him.

Still, that didn’t change the whole “she’s a Jedi” thing. Jedi weren’t supposed to have attachments, and they both knew that, of course. But ever since the scare with the chips, Bly had been loathe to leave her side, and as long as they kept up the appearance of security, she assured him he wouldn’t have to.

The Jedi had arranged places for the commanders to stay within the temple, which had led to some awkward exchanges between batchmates who hadn’t spoken to each other in months or even years. Thankfully, Cody and Wolffe were nowhere near each other, or the others might have had to stage an intervention. However, being across the temple from her was too far for Bly’s comfort, and of course she had noticed, because she noticed everything.

So that was how he had ended up here, gently prying strong blue arms from around his bare torso so he could dress and leave in time to dissuade suspicion.

Aayla’s brows scrunched together and she gave a quiet hum, still half asleep, but aware he was leaving. He tore his eyes off her to glance at the clock on the bedside table. Oh kriff, how--how was it that late?

Quickly, he pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered, “I’m late; I’ll see you soon.” He received a mumble and a small smile in return.

Within two minutes, Bly stuck his head out from the doorway of Aayla’s room, checking to see if anyone was around yet. Luckily, no one was, and he slipped out silently, letting the door slide close and lock behind him. Careful to keep quiet and calm so as not to draw attention to himself, he followed a path back to the commanders’ rooms that avoided main thoroughfares and meeting places. Aayla had shown several to him, to keep him out of trouble.

He was approaching a T-intersection, and he slowed his pace, listening intently for approaching footsteps. Bly was an unfortunately bad liar, so he preferred to have some warning in case he needed to make something up on the spot. However, he heard nothing, so he continued, turning left at the corner.

Of course, the one thing he wouldn’t have heard was another ARC trooper silently listening from the other corridor, which was why colliding with a clone was such a surprise.

Bly stumbled back, adrenaline rushing his system in a heartbeat. He looked up at the man he’d encountered, and his heart stopped. He froze where he stood, already feeling his face turning an embarrassing shade of red.

It was Cody.

Of all his batchmates, it had to be Cody.

For what felt like a small eternity, neither of them spoke, staring in barely-concealed shock at the other. Bly could feel his heart pounding in his chest, because it was one thing to get caught by a Jedi and have to explain why he was sneaking around the temple this early in the morning, but it was quite another to find Cody, who had no doubt heard plenty of rumors about Bly and his general throughout the war and who would not let him live this down. Ever.

On top of that, Bly was very aware that in his haste to leave Aayla’s room, he hadn’t exactly taken the time to perfect his attire. His shirt wasn’t buttoned all the way up--something he never had to deal with wearing blacks, dammit--and he’d only bothered to tuck in the front, and it in no way looked purposeful. Any soldier of his station wouldn’t be caught dead looking like this. And Cody knew that.

In the third second of staring at each other, Bly finally bothered to look at Cody, seeing past his own panic at being caught. He narrowed his eyes slightly. Cody kept a tight ship--as did all the commanders--yet his appearance was showing more and more similarities to Bly’s by the second. His shirt, while it had no buttons to leave undone, was tucked haphazardly into his pants, which were likewise tucked haphazardly into his boots, like he had dressed in a hurry. So far, few clones were as quick changing in and out of civvies as they were with blacks and armor. However, as if to make up for the lack of buttons on the shirt, the vest he had become strangely fond of over the past few weeks was only buttoned in two places, and mismatched places at that.

They still stared.

Finally, Cody moved, using ARC sign to silently communicate. Cody made loose fists and traced two circles over his cheeks. “Bly.”

Bly hated the name sign his batchmates had given him. He couldn’t change it, of course, but it still made him bristle. It was a jab at how easily he blushed. Bly signed back, making two fists, laying the left palm up, the right facing his body, and striking his wrists together. “Cody.”

After another tense few seconds, Cody asked, “How’s General Secura?”

Bly felt his face somehow get redder. “Fine, how’s General Kenobi?” he replied, his hands moving rapidly. He wasn’t the only subject of rumors flying around the GAR. He watched Cody tense when he recognized his general’s name sign. Gotcha.

Another beat of silence went by before Cody signed, “Asleep.”

They held each other’s gaze for a few seconds longer. At length, Bly offered, “Keep this classified?” He knew Cody probably shared the desire to keep his Jedi out of trouble for having “attachments” to--well, anyone.

Cody nodded. “Affirmative.”

Cautiously, they sidestepped each other, switching places in the hall so they could each continue on their way. Eye contact didn’t break between them until they were backing away from each other down respective corridors. When Bly finally turned his back on Cody, he let out a quiet sigh of relief. In his years serving the Republic on the frontlines and nearly dying every other week, he could safely say battle wasn’t nearly as awful as that exchange had just been. Maybe because he’d been trained for battle. How to Keep Calm When Your Batchmate Discovers Your Relationship with Your Jedi General wasn’t exactly in any reg manual.

You’re welcome, it’s done. This is likely the shortest piece of writing I’ve ever created. Literally. @sw-maddie @vitodelaney @littlevodika @persaloodles @raf-loves-everything @paragosm @im-x-winging-it @mayorandqueenofthelost @ct7567329 @big1ron @mun-of-501st-verified @darksabered

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damn-stark · 3 years

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Space Crazy final pt

Soulmate Au- Poe Dameron x FirstOrder!reader

Summary- when you’re close to meeting your soulmate you begin to see flashes of shared actions. No matter where in the galaxy either of you are. The closer you are physically, it all gets stronger, you get their same injuries and at times hear what they hear. The only questions now is how does it stop? And should you really leave the First Order?

A/N- last part :(

Warning- angst, fluff, talks of violence and blood

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And just like that you were right back where you started from...literally. Back to walking around the dreaded halls of the First Order, waiting for the next call to be sent out with your squadron.

Only this time you had no one. Your co-pilot was gone. The only one who truly cared for you here was gone. There was no...Poe. It had been a day without him, with the last thing you heard from him was the song he played so you could hear it.

No shared actions to at least know he was still there, to feel him even if he was far. No music. No visible injuries….well there was this sting on your cheek but it was fleeting and could be anything else but him.

Regardless, feeling their pain was one aspect you actually hated feeling.

There was nothing but silence.

Stars you were hooked.

Maybe you just needed it to stop and you’d forget him and let him live his life without you. It’d be better that way...for him.

Even if you tried to tell him you weren’t like your other fellow mates.

Even if since you’ve arrived all you’ve done was think about him. He was infectious, he filled every dark corner of your brain, brightening your entire being—was it the same reason? Because you were soulmates?

Regardless thinking about him was like a drug, you wanted more out of so little. You wanted the small moment you shared to be enough, but it wasn’t enough, you wanted more. You wanted to share one more moment with him so you could fulfill your want.

Would he have checked up on you if he were here? Unlike your “squadmates” who uttered nothing but “L/N, you’re alive?” And then nothing else since then.

Maybe...probably. He stayed behind to wait with you when you so desperately waited for your own squadmates to pick you up when they didn’t. He wouldn’t have stayed if he didn’t care…..

Gosh.

You were definitely space crazy.

Or was it obsessive?

No….you were just space crazy and needed this to stop. But how?

Before you could think more of your problem in question a knock loses your train of thought, making you roll your eyes and roll your seat to open the door, seeing waiting outside your other squadmate, Xam.

You sigh internally and quirk one eyebrow and narrow your gaze on him, instantly at that moment getting pulled back into a flash of another perspective, seeing people that won’t yours and a tall woman with purple hair….Poe’s perspective.

And as quick as it happened, it disappeared, dropping you back to your room, seeing the tall, pale, black haired man at your door, his dark eyes studying your faltering hardened gaze and your smile that threatened to show. But not questioning it at all, just continuing with what he had been here for.

“Commander says to get ready, The resistance is really hitting us hard. We could be called out at any moment.”

You sigh, “okay, I’ll be out there in a moment.”

Nothing else is shared, letting you roll back to your desk to hop out of your chair and slowly get into your jumper; grabbing your small music player and popping your earbuds in your ears to blast music in your ear and just mindlessly walk towards the hall you were needed in.

Partly wondering if he could hear what you were listening to. If he heard the lyrics you might’ve specially chosen to play like he had.

Was he smiling at the convenient song? Who knew...hopefully.

Because as much as you tried to deny it, it’s as the song sang, you really couldn’t get enough of him and you were literally actually made for loving him…..It was a blessing and a curse all together.

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“I’m looking forward to it.”

A smile tugs on your lips as you recall his last words, remember his smile and caring nature even if at first he was cautious. But it was expected and not odd.

Nothing else beside your music really occupied your mind however. No one talked to you or made sure you were okay, they didn’t ask what happened, they just sat off to the side, laughing and talking amongst themselves. Waiting, like you were to be called off to your fighters.

Just waiting for an eternity, until...finally you were called.

At first all you see is the lips of your commander moving before you take your earbuds off and hear his instructions.

“We’re being sent down to Crait, to get rid of what remains of the Resistance.” His voice boomed, a cocky smile on his lips, “they’re basically a skeleton crew now, it should be easy. Blast them out of the hole they’re hiding in.”

What?

You lift your head, “what do you mean, they’re a skeleton crew?”

Your commander chuckles, “have you not paying attention, l/n? Half of their force has been dwindling throughout the day, they’re dying off. Good riddance.”

His comment makes the rest of your squadron snicker before they’re jumping to their feet with the last encouraging comment.

“To your TIES, ladies and gentleman, show them what the First Order is made of and get rid of them once and for all.”

A sigh leaves your lips once more and you drag your new helmet off the table to drag yourself to your new fighter. This time partnerless and with dangerous, worrying thoughts crawling to invade your mind.

Could he be hurt?

No. No. No, you needed to focus on this. You had a task.

“Okay boys and girls, they and them, let’s get this done and get rid of these rebel scum.” The commander spoke through the comms while you flew out to the white, salt planet.

Letting yourself really get assured that you were back where you started from.

Fighting the resistance again. Hopefully for the love of the force, fighting against Poe. It sounded wrong, but he couldn’t be dead.

“Focus on those old land speeders! All fire against them. They’re just one hit away from disintegrating.” The commander instructs once more, making you focus on the speeders leaving a red salt trail behind as they maneuvered their way to the battering ram on the ground. Making your nose scrunch and a small chuckle to leave your lips as you got closer and saw the rust buckets they were driving.

Right as you were flying down in your fighter and you were going to press the trigger, you froze, letting your thumb hover over the button to see as your squadmates flew past and shot down without the hesitation you were fighting.

Is fighting for a cause that didn't even care for you worth it? Did you really want this?

The resistance Poe asked you to join was down there, all you had to do was fly down and change sides, saying Poe asked you to join. He had to be there. He did.

He was there. Most likely fighting in those tin cans.

He said he cared. Unlike your own people, he cared….you weren’t like them...you could have something nice for once. Be alongside the man you were destined to meet and be with.

They were right there….

Fuck it.

Quickly you push forward faster, moving your guns upwards and shooting at the cause you had once been apart of, at the people you had once known. Getting an instant call back.

“L/N?! What the hell is your problem?! You’re shooting—” turning off your comms you cut his words off and continue flying forward, shooting at the TIEs that were now also beginning to shoot you. Take in quick panicked breaths as your mind still couldn’t grasp around the idea. It was thrilling yet terrifying.

Mostly terrifying as another ship began to shoot at you. An old big ugly ship flying towards you, trying to shoot you but missing as you flew out of the way and let it shoot at the others before they zoomed off with a tail of TIEs behind them. Leaving the scene with only the land speeders, walkers and the battering ram left behind. Leaving a perfect opportunity for you to shoot at the battering ram to try and destroy it.

Making no single dent whatsoever and instead leaving you without a wing. Sending your TIE to crash down, scraping against the salt and creating pains all over your body as you tried to control your fighter to stop in one piece. Feeling the heat of the battering ram ray shoot at the mine to try and destroy the doors. Hearing the blasts shooting at your crashed fighter in means to really take you down.

Not succeeding nonetheless as you kicked your door out and crawled out, coughing out violently and seeing the blood from your mouth blend with the red salt below.

In the distance managing to hear a voice come near as they called out to you in a panicked tone. Poe. “Y/N?! Y/N! What the hell?!”

Pushing yourself to your feet, you look up to see Poe running towards you, his eyes examining your body and widening at your injuries—you smile regardless and try to meet him halfway, stumbling as you dared take a step. Deciding it was best if he came to you.

“What the hell?! I told you, you could join, not to kill yourself in the process!” He throws your arm over his shoulder and he begins to pull you with him. “Sweetheart, what the hell were you thinking?”

You shrug, “that you needed my help.” You cough out again, feeling blood spit out. “But, you-you’re alive,”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his gaze concentrated on you, “but we can talk later, we need to get you on a stretcher.”

“I just,” you interject, “I’m fine.”

He scoffs, “you forget I can feel your pain. You’re not fine.”

You chuckle, “I just need to—need to sit—”

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“...She’ll be fine, right? I can still feel her pain. I just want to make sure.”

“Yes, Poe, she’s fine. And once she wakes up, bring her to me to thank her personally.”

“I will, General.”

Slowly your eyes begin to roll open to take in the bright lights above you, burning your retinas until you look away. You follow by breathing out softly as you sit up, taking in the room with just the single bed and Poe pacing at your side. Stopping once he noticed you look around.

“By the force youre finally up.” He breathes, rushing to your side, “how are you feeling?”

You rub your eyes and exhale out deeply, “uh, better than before that’s for sure.”

Poe let out an amused huff of air and his gaze narrows as he goes serious, “what were you thinking? You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

You roll your head to the side and meet his dark eyes, “I did what I thought was right, I didn’t want to stay there anymore. Plus I wanted to check if you were alive.”

A smile breaks through his worried features, “still could’ve been more careful,” his hand goes on your shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t pull that shit again. You scared me.”

You look down to the bed you were on to hide your smile, reaching to grab his hand that was on your shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze, “I hope it’s fine that I took your word and came.”

“Better than okay, I was hoping you would.” Poe then lifts his hand and cups your cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb to continue adding, “and now that I have you here all alone, I think we should talk about this soulmate thing.”

You blink up to meet his eyes once again, “I wanted to talk about it too. And I think whatever is going to happen we should—”

“Kiss.” He cuts you off, making you blink again and laugh nervously.

“Uh, no. I was going to say we should just take everything slow. I may feel comfortable around you, but I hardly know you.”

His grin falters, and moves his hand back to your shoulder, his eyes searching yours for a clearer explanation. “But, we’re—”

“That doesn’t matter,” you interrupt him, “I can’t kiss a guy I just met him.”

“We met yesterday.”

You grin, “that does not matter, Poe, we hardly know each other. What if you’re tired of me by next week.”

He shakes his head, “impossible. You have single handedly taken my breath away, sweetheart. I can’t see myself without you or getting tired of you ever. Looking at you is like seeing clarity, being next to you feels like something in me has finally connected. Like I found what’s been missing my whole life.”

Your breath hitches and you let a comfortable silence blanket over the both of you while you look at him with a soft look, unable to utter a word. You grin softly and feel your eyes water, letting the silence stay for a moment longer until you were able to think of what to say.

“I’m not good with words but all I can find myself to say is you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are my light that I’ve been looking for my whole life.”

He grins to the point his eyes look smaller. It’s charming and the best thing ever. He proceeds to lean in to press a small peck on your lips. That instant sweet gesture feeling like sparks but nothing more as it was gone too soon, just like that instant change in perspective, that was becoming something that you were getting accustomed to.

Once he fully pulls away he shows you a smug smile, “I’m glad you’re here and before I take you out there, I want to ask you out on a date. Whenever we find a good base. How does that sound? Then we can further explore that kiss.”

Throwing your legs over the bed you nod, “sounds good.”

Poe grabs your hand to help you off the bed before wrapping his arm around your shoulder, stopping with you as you halted before you reached the door to ask. “So how does this stop?”

“Why?” He smirks, “tired of me?”

“No, I’m just wondering.”

Poe shrugs, “I don’t know, but I don’t want it to stop.”

Showing him a smile you press a small kiss on his cheek, “me neither.”

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monamourbladie-mb · 4 years

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Redemption - Anakin Skywalker x Reader

“If you’re up for ideas, I have one for Anakin Skywalker! The reader is under his training and they end up gaining feelings for each other. When Anakin is slowly turning to the dark side, he begins having nightmares about the future. His last dream was about the reader in TROS. In the dream, he saw that Palpatine returns and tries to lure her into the dark side. He had the same vision as Rey did when she saw herself joining the dark side, only this time, it was the reader instead of Rey. He wakes up after she says, “Don’t be afraid of who you really are.” That’s what stops him from going to the dark side.” REQ: @originalposter96

Warnings: Slight angst

Words: 2k

Extra info: The majority of this takes place in third person POV but in Anakin’s dream. On occasion it’ll be confusing cause there’s two Anakins.. one in the dream and the one dreaming it. But just keep in mind that anything italicized is the dream, and anything not is real life. italicized bold are Ani’s thoughts. I added onto the idea to include more of Ani’s downfall, so I hope it’s what you had in mind!

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The Clone Wars were dark times. Death and destruction across the entire galaxy - murder and mayhem in every corner. The Jedi were doing all they could to stop the Separatists and Count Dooku, but they could only do so much.

It seemed that, almost every battle, they would lose another Jedi Master. Of course, this was painful to say goodbye to a friend and fellow Jedi, but it hurt nobody more than it hurt Y/n L/n.

Young Y/n had been trained since she was 7 years old. She was a young orphan - and her parents were criminals. To say that the Jedi saved her life was to say the least.

Her first Master, Master Yindos, was the one who originally found her. She brought her to the Jedi Temple where the Masters agreed to start her training, since the Force was so strong with her.

Sadly, when Y/n was 14 Master Yindos was killed by Dooku during the battle to rescue Padme Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, and Obi Wan Kenobi. She had to be reassigned to a new Jedi Master, Master Ornell, whom trained her until she was 17. He sadly was killed as well during the beginning Clone Wars.

Y/n felt cursed. Each of the Masters she had both met the same fate - Masters Yindos and Ornell had both died. She begged and pleaded for Master Yoda to not give her a new Master, and to let her train to join the Jedi Service Corps. Instead, he assigned her a new Master - Master Skywalker.

Although Anakin was very adamant to accept a Padawan, he eventually warmed up to her quickly and the two became inseparable. Of course, the two of them being only a few years apart in age did complicate things a bit - because both of them thought the other was very attractive.

It wasn’t until the first time Anakin saved her from dying that they realized their feelings for each other. They tried to hide them - but eventually gave up and decided to date in secret instead.

And now, for almost a year, everything was perfect. Y/n felt that the curse had been lifted and she would finally become a Jedi Knight with Anakin as her Master.

Everything had continued to stay perfect - until Anakin’s infamous nightmares started to come back, and he started to become suspiciously close with Chancellor Palpatine.

He’d lay awake at night for hours after one, trying to figure out what they meant. After his mother’s death, any dream he had he took very literal. He wasn’t going to risk any more lives if something happened in his dreams anymore.

One night, Anakin thought he was having what seemed like a peaceful dream. But it felt different. It felt... foreign. And he wasn’t sure why.

“The wayfinder has got to be here somewhere...” a foreign voice said. “I know. I just don’t know where it could be,” Y/n replied to her. Anakin turned around and saw Y/n standing with a young girl who he did not know the name of. She wore what was reminiscent of a Jedi’s clothing, so he assumed it was a Jedi.

“I think I found something,” Anakin spoke, turning back around to a hallway from the strange ruins he was at. “I’ll go down with you, Anakin. I think the command center is down that way...” the girl spoke, nodding for Anakin to come with her.

“Keep him safe, Rey,” Y/n nudged “Rey” and she laughed lightly. “Don’t worry...” she pulled out her lightsaber and Anakin’s eyes widened.

She had his lightsaber. He touched his lightsaber hilt and picked it up, realizing it was the same as his. How could she have his lightsaber?

“He’s safe with me,” she smiled and attached it back to her hip. “C’mon.”

Anakin turned to Y/n, “Are you going to be alright angel?” he asked her, afraid to leave her. She nodded, giving him a thumbs up, “I’m fine! It’s just the ruins of the Death Star, Anakin. Everyone who worked here is long dead.”

Anakin nodded and reluctantly followed Rey.

Y/n hummed to herself softly as she looked around the dark, cold ruins when she passed by a triangular object. She gasped lowly and walked forward, grabbing it from it’s invisible hold and moved it between her fingers. She grinned, about ready to shout to Rey and Anakin when she heard a lightsaber ignite. She turned around and froze still in place, barely able to believe what she saw in front of her.

She saw herself - wrapped in a black cloak wielding a dual-edged lightsaber, smirking. She twirled the lightsaber between her fingers before speaking simply, “Y/n... don’t be afraid of who you are.”

She dropped the Wayfinder and instantly brought out her lightsaber as the dark version of herself swung to attack, blocking it. The two started dueling with each other, blocking over and over until finally Dark Y/n pins the other version of her against a wall, holding the saber threateningly close to her throat.

She struggled against her grasp as a she heard the labored machine-like breathing of a dark, looking figure. He stayed hidden in the shadows behind Dark Y/n and crossed his arms, “Good job, my sweet apprentice,” he spoke lowly. “We shall take her to the Emperor.”

“Think she knows who you are yet?” Dark Y/n smirked. Y/n gulped, what if this was the Sith Lord?

“I would hope so...” he answered, walking into the light. The tall, cloaked man stood beside Dark Rey and the sight of him fully sent chills down her spine. Half of his mask was broken, revealing half of the face of the wearer. “I would hope she would know her own husband.”

Y/n struggled more and Dark Y/n pressed the saber closer to her skin, starting to burn her neck slowly, “A-Anakin-!” she shouted, completely confused as to why her husband looked like that.

“What did you do? What happened to you?!” she choked out, screaming in pain from the burning. Anakin rest his hand on Dark Y/n’s shoulder and she moved the saber away.

“Like I said, Y/n. Don’t be afraid of who you are,” she spoke again.

Instantly, Anakin’s vision began to blur. All around him the Death Star ruins began to disappear and everything became hazy, but the loud mechanical breathing of the Dark Side Anakin blared in his ears.

The sceneries quickly switched and he was on Mustafar, alongside Y/n and Obi Wan.

“I don’t know you anymore. Anakin, you’re breaking my heart!” Y/n started to cry, “You’re going down a path I can’t follow!”

“Because of Obi Wan?” Anakin replied. He was so... angry. Anakin didn’t know why, and it scared him. He hadn’t been this angry since his mother died.

“Because of what you’ve done! What you plan to do! Stop now, and come back! Please! I love you...” her voice was so broken, so worried and scared that it frightened him. What could he have done that caused her this much pain?

The Anakin that’s stood in front of her snapped once he noticed Obi Wan Kenobi from the ship behind them, “LIAR! You’re with him! You brought him here to kill me!”

“No, Anakin-“ she started to say, then she squealed when she was lifted up and started choking. “N-NO!”

Anakin tried to scream but he couldn’t. He was frozen in place watching him choke his lover.

Then, the scenery changed again, and this time he was in a metal room with robots surrounding him. Instead this time he wasn’t a spectator in the dream - he was looking through the eyes of a charred man, laying on an operating table.

Anakin tried to look around but he couldn’t - then suddenly a searing pain ripped through his entire body. He screamed and started to flail around the best he could, but he was strapped down. He was able to look down for a moment and saw his legs had been chopped off - and replaced with metal legs. His arms were both robotic, and his head felt dizzy from all the pain he experienced at once.

He felt it all - every tool drilling through his skin, every piece of charred skin being ripped off. He felt everything.

Even after that tormenting, it did not prepare him for what came next. He looked up and saw a black mask get lowered down onto him. He tried to move but he was immobile, and the mask drew closer to him.

It covered his face and before it could lock he mustered all his strength to scream out, “Y/N HELP ME!”

But it was too late. The mask sealed, and the same horrifying mechanical breathing from earlier emitted from the mask. Anakin had just become Darth Vader.

Then, as quickly as he arrived, the world around him began to disappear again. Everything grew hazy.

Anakin tossed and he turned until suddenly, “NO!” Anakin screamed, sitting up and breathing heavily. “T-that can’t be true...” he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed heavily, “i-it cant be...”

Y/n ran back into their bedroom, fixing her robe when she saw his panicked face. “Ani? Sweetheart, what’s wrong? I heard you screaming...” she walked over and sat beside him, resting her hand on his thigh gently.

He sighed heavily and pulled her into a tight hug, fighting back tears, “I know what I have to do now.” he moved away and cupped her face with his hands, stroking her cheek gently as he looked at her with a worried expression, “I know you know I’ve been different. And I’m ready to talk about why.”

“Anakin, you’re scaring me...” Y/n frowned, holding onto his hand, “Whats going on?”

“I... started to be tempted. To fall into the Dark Side,” Anakin looked down, barely able to look her in the eyes now. “Because I wanted the power to save you from dying. Chancellor Palpatine had promised me that he would teach me that power, and he revealed himself to me as being the Sith Lord. It was him the entire time...” he sighed.

“Oh my God...” Y/n was stunned, “What are we going to do? He has total power over the Senate!”

“We’ll worry about that later, my angel. What’s important right now is the fact that I was almost fully seduced to the dark side, blinded by his lies... and the dream I just had made me realize that.”

“What happened in the dream?” she scanned his blue eyes, and noticed how scared and worn out he looked.

“You and I were looking for something called a Wayfinder. We had to go to a ruined spaceship called the Death Star to find it, and we were accompanied by a young Jedi named Rey. You found the Wayfinder, and you saw an evil version of yourself. She fought you and almost...” he looked down, taking a deep breath, “she almost killed you. And then a man in a black suit came out. He was so cold... so evil,” he winced, “...and he was me.”

“Anakin-“

“Then... I-I choked you. Nearly to death. I think, I think I did kill you, actually,” Anakin gripped the sheets with his metal hand, sighing. “I cant put you through that pain to watch me turn into a monster. I won’t let myself go down that path, and you too.” he held her hands and squeezed them gently, “I love you too much to let both of us go down a dark path.”

“Anakin, I promise none of that would ever happen.” she smiled and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his lips, “You won’t lose me to the dark side. And you won’t ever turn into a monster, Ani. I promise.”

He nodded and simply held her close to his chest, all the thoughts he had about joining the Chancellor fading away. That dream made him realize how evil the dark side really was - and all his recent dreams made sense now.

Rey was a recurring character throughout them, as were strange people by the names of Luke, Leia, and Kylo Ren. Their stories were affected by Anakin’s choice to become that man, and he was going to make it absolutely certain that he would never, ever turn into that monster.

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One story ends and a new one begins

Galaxy was in her office going over papers she attained and a massive map on a cork board. She had been marking spots Quintessa could be hiding in. Except it was much harder than it seemed. The leader of the Quintessons was sneaky and refused to be caught.

Galaxy groaned and rubbed her temples.

"How hard is it to find the one responsible for nearly resurrecting the Cybertronian equivalent of Satan." she muttered to herself.

Unaware to her someone had entered her office and watched as she scrambled around. He raised an eyebrow at Galaxy before speaking.

"Are you certain you are not my brother's child? he asked and Galaxy jumped.

She turned around and gave the man an annoyed look.

"Yes Megatron. I am very certain I am not related to Optimus. Besides wouldn't you already know if he had children?" she asked.

"You have a point child. Now what are you doing?" the Warlord asked.

"Trying to track down Quintessa." she grumbled.

Megatron then froze in shock. He prayed he miss heard her but he knew he didn't. He then grabbed Galaxy's jaw in a rather tight grip.

"I suggest you stay out of this matter this time. This is one thing poking your nose into that will get you in her line of sight." he growled.

"I know that but the sooner we find her, the sooner we can stop her. I don't like the fact she can mess with someone's head and brainwash them." Galaxy snapped freeing her jaw.

"She will kill you because of what you did.' Megatron told her.

"Not the first time someone wanted to kill me. I mean I already have to deal with you and an aunt who hates me for even existing. So Quintessa won't be a problem." Galaxy said unaware of what came out of her mouth.

"You have a what?" Megatron seethed.

Galaxy then paled as her previous comment went through her mind. She looked at Megatron in horror before he grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of her office. The Warlord however was livid. The girl had a family member who hated her for living.

How was that even a thing. He soon found his brother in the library. He would have rolled his eyes if he wasn't so angry.

"Your favourite pet has something to tell you Prime." Megatron snarled getting Optimus's attention and shoving Galaxy over to him.

"Galaxy? Is something wrong?" Optimus asked her.

"There's something I forgot to mention about my family." Galaxy said pulling on her sleeve nervous.

She didn't want to say anything due to the fear of Celeste killing them like she did to the girls.

"What about your family?" he asked.

"Serena and I have an aunt but she's a monster. She hates me for existing and I don't know why." Galaxy explained as tears welled up in her eyes.

Optimus immediately hugged her and held her tightly. Witnessing this both brothers saw Galaxy was a child forced to grow up far too fast and put into situations that terrified her.

"Why didn't you say anything. We could have helped." the Autobot leader said.

"You can't. She killed mine and Serena's best friends, our family, because they were protecting me. She'll kill all of you as well. I don't want that to happen." Galaxy said sobbing.

"Like she could kill us." Megatron growled.

"She can do what I can but darker and more powerful. She was the previous Keeper of the Imperial Silver Crystal before me. Celeste has more training and power than I do. There is a reason I try to get my magic stronger. And I think she was the one who turned all of you human." Galaxy explained as Optimus let her go.

She then sat down on one of the couches as the brothers looked at one another. This did not sit well with them at all. But one thing came to mind and they wanted to know.

"Galaxy, how old were you when you dealt with her the first time?" Optimus asked walking over to her.

"I was fifteen. And before that I was ten when I started protecting Earth." she admitted not looking at either leader.

"You were a sparkling when you began keeping this planet safe?!" Megatron snarled demanding an answer.

"Yeah but to be honest I had no choice in the matter." Galaxy explained and they both winced.

"Still you were a child and had to grow up fast." Optimus said looking at the human he grew close to.

"True but you have seen me act like a child too." Galaxy pointed out now smiling.

"I don't want to know." Megatron said after seeing his brother's expression.

Galaxy giggled before standing up and was about to leave when she heard Megatron speak.

"Also the brat was looking for Quintessa." he said and Optimus had a look of horror.

"Galaxy why are you looking for her?" Optimus asked.

"So she can be stopped. I don't like the thought of her being out there." the young woman explained as she turned around to look at them.

"I understand that Galaxy but this is one enemy I do not want you to face let alone fight. With what happened she will not be happy with you. I do not want you to engage her at all. Am I clear." Optimus said.

Galaxy nodded understanding. She could locate her but not face her. The blonde understood Optimus's reasoning. Quintessa would be out to get her because of their previous battle with her.

This was one enemy she could not underestimate

Three weeks later

Galaxy groaned in pain as she attempted to move. Quintessa had been the one to find her and Galaxy tried to get away but couldn't. Quintessa beat her black, blue and bloody mess. The girl tried to get up on her feet but couldn't.

"How amusing you are the girl who the Primes chose to barer the title. You can barely fight me." Quintessa mocked.

"I promised Optimus I wouldn't and that I would avoid you." Galaxy groaned out.

"How cute. But look where it got you." Quintessa stated as she walked over to the fallen blonde.

Galaxy stared at the monster in fear before crying out as she was kicked in the ribs. Quintessa enjoyed torturing the blonde before get shot at. That was the last thing Galaxy saw before she passed out.

When she woke up, Galaxy saw she was in Ratchet's med bay covered in bandages. She attempted to sit up but a gentle hand was placed on her shoulder. Galaxy saw it was Optimus who was next to her.

"Optimus I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to encounter her." she said and he smiled softly at her.

"I know. I am just glad we got in time." Optimus told her and she nodded.

"I take it I'll be here for a while?" Galaxy asked.

"Yes. Ratchet was not happy at all. So don't expect to get out of here so soon. But with Quintessa gone thanks to your sister sealing her away, we can help you and her deal with your aunt." Optimus explained.

Galaxy gave him a surprised look. She never expected that at all.

"Optimus you don't have to." the injured human said.

"You helped us for years, now it is our turn to help you. This is something you and your sister can't do alone. Now get some rest. You had a eventful and painful day." Optimus said and Galaxy nodded.

He smiled as he saw Galaxy fall back to sleep. He adored her and saw her as his daughter, adopted but still. Seeing Quintessa use her like a rag doll infuriated him. But not as much as Serena.

When he left, Optimus ran into Serena and Bumblebee right outside the med bay doors.

"How is she?" Serena asked.

"Sleeping but healing perfectly fine." he told her.

Both of them sighed in relief. The two of them were scared and worried about her. However they knew Galaxy would pull through like she always did.

"By the way thank you for wanting to help us with Celeste. Even with the possibility of us dying." Serena said looking at the two Autobots.

"No problem. She helped us a lot, so why not do the same in return. And that's a risk we are willing to take since Gal did the same." Bumblebee said smiling at Serena.

However in the med bay Galaxy could hear them clear as day. Tears fell down her cheeks and her heart ached. She didn't want them to do that but she knew she couldn't stop them either. Galaxy prayed to every deity out there no one would die this time.

Three months later

Galaxy struggled to get the rubble out of her way as she left the destroyed estate. Celeste had attacked them viciously without warning. They barely had time to have Galaxy hide. Once outside she let out a cry of pain.

She knew this would happen and it hurt because she couldn't prevent it. Galaxy then stood up and began making her way to Celeste's base. As she walked Galaxy got more and more angrier. By the time she reached Celeste's base her eyes were pure black.

She kicked down the door and marched through. The demons and monsters stood no chance against her. Galaxy took them down with ease using her magic, sword and gun.

"Where's my family!" she yelled storming through the place.

The blonde soon found Celeste and her family but they were imprisoned.

"Glad you could come." Celeste said with a sneer.

Galaxy glared at the woman before walking over to those she locked up. She froze when Celeste began to talk.

"Sadly you won't be getting them back." she said.

Galaxy watched in horror as she slaughtered all of them with ease. She began to tremble as tears fell down her face. However when Galaxy turned to face Celeste she had a look of murderous rage.

She summoned her wings and sword and lunged at her vile aunt attacking. Celeste cackled and countered the attack. They went back and forth for a while, Galaxy not giving in despite feeling tired.

"You certainly are stubborn. But that only gets you so far." Celeste said with a grin.

Galaxy glared and charged again but this time Celeste waited. She then severed Galaxy's wings and the young woman rolled after hitting the ground. Galaxy struggled to sit up due to the pain.

"This time you won't get away." Celeste said walking towards Galaxy.

Except she never did because Galaxy vanished in a flash of light. Celeste snarled and looked around.

"You can't hide from me you little disgrace." she yelled.

"Are you sure of that?" Alpha Trion said as he appeared before her with Vector Prime next to him.

"We sent her somewhere she will be safe from you." Vector Prime said glaring.

"And to make sure you can't we are trapping you within a inescapable prison. Galaxy does not deserve this." Alpha Trion said.

Celeste was then sucked through a portal snarling in rage and yelling. Once she was gone Vector turned to his brother.

"I hope we made the right call sending young Galaxy to that dimension." he said.

"We did. She will be able to help them. I also deaged her to twenty one so she is the age of those she will meet who are like her. Galaxy will be fine." Alpha Trion said.

"I hope you are right. Now we best give those Celeste killed a happy afterlife. I am just glad she didn't go for their human allies. Not including Serena." Vector Prime said.

"Agreed. I left them all letters explaining what I plan to do. Now it is best if we leave." Alpha Trion said.

They all soon left leaving the area empty as if no one was there.

In a different dimension

Galaxy groaned as she woke up in a bed. She blinked confused but winced when she stretched hurting the now healing scars on her back. The young woman got up and went to the mirror in her room and saw she was once again twenty one.

She blinked in confusion until she saw a note on her bedside table. Galaxy picked it up and smiled.

"Of course you two would do this." she said quietly.

Galaxy then decided to look for a job. She did need some form of income to live. Picking up a newspaper, Galaxy flipped to the job offerings page. However one ad caught her eye.

"'Night guard position available at Freddy Fazbear’s pizzeria'. That actually sounds like fun." she said out loud.

Galaxy decided to call later to apply but for now she would rest. This was a new start for her and she would make the most of it.

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Guardians of The Galaxy Vol 2: Unspoken Things

Title: Unspoken Things Rating: T Characters: Yondu Udonta, Rocket, Kraglin Obfonteri Summary:

Conversations that must have happened in Volume 2, that we never saw.

Eclector Prison Cell

“So, since we’ve got some time to kill, wanna tell me the real reason you kept Quill?”

Yondu glanced up, staring at the rodent that shared his cell, before shrugging and returning his attention to the corridor, looking for the small twig that would hopefully be bringing his fin this time around.

“I already told you. He was sm-“

“Oh, don’t even try it” Rocket interrupts, smirking at Yondu. “That explanation might work on Quill, but I’m not that stupid.”

“It aint stupid” Yondu warns. “I’ve got photos, kid was skinny-“

“Oh please” Rocket snaps. “There’s a million small, skinny, starving kids on every fricking planet in the galaxy. Most of which would be elated to find a ticket out. Yet you kept the one kid that didn’t wanna be with you, and came with a payday you chose to ignore. Nobody does that for no good reason, specially a crook like you.”

“Is that a fact?”

Rocket shrugged. “You tell me. For whatever reason, you raised Quill when all the evidence says you should have delivered him. Makes a guy curious-”

His ears prick up. Here comes Groot again.

“-As to why you thought giving him to his old man would be worse than growing up as a Ravager.”

Yondu’s lips purse on reflex, before the stinging pain on his forehead reminds him it’s useless.

“I reckon you’ll find out soon enough if you go looking for Quill rat” he says, ears pricking at the sound of tiny footsteps. To his relief, Rocket steps back in acceptance.

When they break out and the rodent immediately sets course for Ego, Yondu wishes he’d picked his words a bit more carefully.

The Quadrant, above Ego “Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up!” Rocket squawks, running Yondu’s ‘about to fight a planet’ line through his head. “What do you mean, fight a planet?”

Yondu ignored his, pulling Kraglin close.

“What ships made it through the blast?”

“Two M-ships are still in flight worthy condition” Kraglin offered, pulling up the specs. Yondu immediately shook his head.

“No good. If we’re gonna get Quill out before Ego reacts, we’ll need to do it hard and fast. He’ll rip apart an M-ship before we get off the ground. Got something that’ll take a beatin?”

“Well, we still got that shuttle from the Askaveri Bank job.”

“That’ll do.”

“The Askaveri – that was you?” Rocket spluttered, before shaking his head and storming over.

“How about you start talking.”

Yondu rolled his eyes and headed off the brig.

“Follow me rodent, we’ll walk and talk.”

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“You know, there’s considerable walking and not so much talking happening right now…”

Yondu sighs.

“Like dealing with Quill in puberty all over again.”

“I will shoot you archer boy.”

They reached the lift, and Yondu waved a hand to push him away while navigating them down.

“Fine. You want to know what you’ve signed us up for? Ego didn’t just name the planet boy, he is the planet. Also known as a Celestial.”

Rocket stumbled.

“…As in the god Celestial?”

“That’s the one.”

The raccoon groaned.

“Dammit, Quill is gonna be insufferable. He’s a freakin god?”

They hit the right floor, and Yonda heads out.

“Right now we’ll be lucky if he’s even still alive.”

Rocket freezes, only chasing after the Centaurian when he realised the doors were closing.

“Wait, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying Peter wasn’t the first kid of Ego’s I brought to him” Yonda explains, regret deep in his voice. There were ten more before him. Each a different race, different mothers. Guy got around.”

Rocket whistled. “Okay, so guy liked to spread his oats. What’s that go to do with anything.”

Yondu just shook his head, barely aware of the question.

“I should never have taken the jobs. I knew something was up, but the records matched, and the money was so good. Even when my gut was screaming I looked the other way. Wasn’t till one of my men spoke to Ego’s pet that I couldn’t pretend no more.”

“Pet? You mean bug girl?”

Yondu shrugged. “That’s the one. He asked her how the brats were all doing. She couldn’t even name em – had the first one almost a year and his damn near constant companion, whose whole schtick was emotions, couldn’t put a name to a face.”

Rocket felt ice pool in his stomach.

“I didn’t tell em I figured it out, and a few months later he sent me another job. Kid on a backwater dump called Terra whose mother was dying. Realised pretty quickly that if I didn’t take the job he’d just find someone else to do it, so I grabbed Quill and hid em on the ship. Took some sweet talking and threats to get the crew on board, but the old timers had figured out the same thing. Only chance Quill had was with us. Ship’s no place for a kid, but we didn’t have much options.”

The centuarian gritted his teeth.

“Course, a few months in, Ego starts getting curious. I blank his calls and he calls my bluff. Tracks down Stakar and tells him what I’ve been doing the past few years. Stakar came to me and asked what the hell I’d been doing, and I couldn’t…”

His hands clench.

“Stakar was going to take Quill to his old man. Escorting kids was just about within the code. So I told him what Ego was doing. Had to admit I’d trafficked ten kids to their deaths. The look on his face…”

They’re almost at the loading dock, but Yondu pauses, eyes closed and teeth clenched.

“Kicked me out of the Ravagers right then and there. But Quill, he left on board. Told Ego he couldn’t find a trace of the kid, and not to contact the Ravagers for any more jobs involving his brats.”

Rocket paused next to him, eyes wide with the new information.

“You never told Quill.”

Yondu gave a choked laugh. “You know that boy. The second you tell him not to do something he’s halfway into doing it. Knew if I told him anything about his old man he’d either not believe me or go straight for him. Ignorance has always been his best defence.”

The raccoon really can’t find fault with that, and Yondu’s starting to shake off the hesitance from earlier, so Rocket pushes on with one last question.

“What does he want with him?”

“I don’t know” Yondu admits. “But considering what happened to his siblings, Quill’s in serious trouble.”

He heads into the loading bay, heading for an old mining ship that’s long since seen better days, while Rocket mulls over what he’s learned.

‘Hope the old man’s not as big a dick as you orphan boy.’

He winces as his last words to the terran run through his head. Dammit, he only said it because Quill’s Dad was supposed to be the guy someone like Peter should be allowed to get as a father. If he’d known the guy was a murderous asshole he would have kept his damn mouth shut, or at the very least shot the man that night. How the hell was he supposed to know Ego was a nutcase?

By the grace of his biggest gun, Quill better still be alive for Rocket to rescue from Ego or the raccoon will never forgive himse…Quill – he’ll never forgive Quill – for it.

Wait…there’s an obvious way to find out.

“Hey Yondu!” he yells, running into the bay. “You got any handheld radios that’ll reach the surface in here?”

The Quadrant, on Ego

Trying to land a ship the size of the Quadrant on a planet literally falling to pieces was a difficult job at the best of times. Trying to do it solo was a lesson in skill Kraglin had never wanted.

But the Captain needed him, and he was in no position to complain. Now that those strange white tentacles had freed them, he could see the Tattoo Giant running towards them, a tiny figure in his arms.

Suddenly, the radio lurched into life, and the grainy audio of Yondu’s collar phone echoed in the cabin.

“Kraglin, you hear me?”

The man lunges for the radio.

“Loud and clear Captain. You on your way up?”

Instead of the affirmative followed by cursing that he expected, Kraglin felt his heart chill when Yondu just sighed.

“Kraglin, the rodent’s on his way up. Once he gives you the order, you head out, you clear.”

The Xandarian froze.

“Kraglin! We clear?”

He swallowed.

“Cap…I can’t leave you behind. S’not right.”

Over the radio, he heard Yondu sigh again.

“I can’t leave him behind” he says. “I’ve screwed up every damn time he needed me to pull through, I need to do this.”

He doesn’t. That’s what Kraglin wants to say. His Captain had done more than anyone could have done for Peter without losing the respect of his crew. Peter won’t even be expecting him to stay.

Not like Kraglin, who through his own stupidity only has Yondu left.

“Cap…”

“You were a better first mate than I deserved Kraglin” Yondu interrupts with his usual abruptness. “Sorry you had to put up with so much crap from me.”

“Don’t say that” Kraglin snaps. “I’m the one who screwed up. I should be the one down there – head on up and I’ll extract Peter.”

Yondu just laughs.

“It don’t surprise me that the one mutiny that worked was cause you spoke up Krags” Yondu laughs. “Known for years if you wanted to take control I’d probably lose. Whole ship answered to you and you never even knew it. Expect you’ll be flying with your own crew in a few years.”

“No” Kraglin says. Forcefully enough that he can practically hear the capital. Beneath him he can hear Quill’s giant friend clambering on board. “In a few years I’ll be right where I need to be. By your side handling your new crew.”

“That aint gonna happen son” Yondu replies, and Kraglin’s knees feel weak. “Peter’s my boy, but he’s no Ravager. You’re gonna have to carry the crimson clan yourself from now on. Can’t think of a better heir to the title.”

It’s not becoming of a Ravager to cry, but Kraglin’s about ready to do just that.

“Captain…”

“Tell me Kraglin” Yondu snaps, back to business. “Tell me you heard the order. When the rodent lands, you leave.”

Kraglin’s hand tightens around the radio.

“Kraglin!”

He swallows.

“Aye, aye Captain” he chokes out.

Yondu sighs, and the man can practically see his shoulders relax.

“Good man. I might not die under the Colours of Ogord, but promise I”ll be there to wave you on when your time comes. Make me proud Kraglin.”

The radio cuts off, and Kraglin punches the control panel just as Drax arrives.

“The others will soon arrive” he states, walking over and glancing out the window. There are two figures climbing out the crevice. One’s Gamora and the other…

Huh. Guess the sister murdering didn’t work out so well. Hopefully that means she wont wanna kill Kraglin for messing up her payday either.

He pays no attention to their mad scramble to the doors. All Kraglin can look at is the crevice. Hoping, begging, that the next body out will be a centaurian lugging a red coated terran with him.

But it’s not.

It’s Rocket.

Who refuses to answer Gamora’s yells, and orders Kraglin to leave.

Drax is yelling now, realising that Quill isn’t on board. Kraglin ignores him, firing up the engines and fulfilling Yondu’s last order.

He won’t go any further than he has to. Just far enough outside the planet’s atmosphere that he can escape its gravity. If Yondu and Quill find a way out, maybe he can get to them in time. Maybe it don’t have to be the way the Captain plans…

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