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glassessence · 3 years

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PGR - OC

I got so inspired by everyone’s creativity that I created my own OC ^^” Even though she’s a member of the Purifying Force, I hope she’ll still be received warmly. Special thanks to @punishing-gray-raven-ocs for their detailed posts about character creation that really made me think about Lydias!

Warning: I may have gone a bit overboard with the detail. It’s a long read! Also, I threw in a not-so-subtle reference to the most traumatic Memory Rescue mission lmao. So proceed with caution, I guess HAHA

Name Lydias: Umbral

Type Offensive Support-type Construct

Service time 1 year

Psychological age 24

Activation date 15 March

Height 167 cm

Weight 59 kg

Vital fluid type O

Faction Purifying Force

Rank A

Weapon Chakrams (preferred) / Gun

Damage type 70% Dark, 30% Physical

Lydias is a support-type Construct modelled after Watanabe’s Astral frame. She has extreme stealth capabilities and excels at tracking, making her ideal for the execution of rogue and infected Constructs.

Her missions mostly involve infiltration and spying, although she’s also been deployed on assassination missions. Those orders come straight from Nikola and their records are kept top-secret, inaccessible even to Bianca.

Her frame is designed for long-range sniping and comes equipped with visual accuracy enhancements and superb calculative powers. However, Lydias prefers to engage her targets in close combat. Killing Constructs from afar feels cruel and cold, like they really are meaningless machines instead of former comrades.

She truly believes in the good of the Purifying Force, but hates the things she has to do. She doesn’t feel like she belongs, but also can’t see a future for herself anywhere else.

Her fighting style is very graceful, featuring a lot of spins and flips that are reminiscent of a dance. Her signature move is called “Blade Dance.”

B A C K G R O U N D

Lydias was born to a wealthy family in Babylonia. Her mother joined the war effort as a Commandant shortly after she was born and is known as the leader of the elite task force, Cybele. Since then, Lydias has always wanted to follow in her mother’s famous footsteps.

Originally a Commandant of the Black Wolves, a certain incident caused her to give up the position and apply for reconstruction. Despite having low compatibility for Tantalum-193, her application was approved after negotiations with Nikola. Following her surgery, she was transferred to the Purifying Force.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Shows affection through actions rather than words. Bakes cakes for the humans of Babylonia in her free time

Philosophical, often ponders on the nature of humans and of the war

Likes to make dirty jokes and tease others

Obedient to a fault because she doesn’t trust her own judgement

Comes across as cold, but is just awkward with introductions

Doesn't think very highly of herself. Ignores it when other Constructs call her "traitorous hunting dog" but secretly thinks they're right

Loves the sea and the fathomless depths yet to be explored. Likes to go swimming at every opportunity

Prefers to work alone, but overprotective of her comrades when in a team. Frequently throws herself in harm’s way to shield her teammates. Knows it’s not good, but is too haunted by her past

Trusts easily, but is very guarded with her heart

Knows how to dance a lot of old-school styles like ballroom and ballet, but is too shy to ask anyone to practice with her

S E C R E T S

Has memorised a lot of poetry from before the Punishing Virus outbreak

Gets intensely lonely and jealous when seeing close squad camaraderie like Gray Raven’s

Avoids Kamui because he reminds her of someone she’s lost

Has spied on Watanabe extensively under Babylonian orders and is deeply fascinated by him

Doesn’t trust Nikola, but is unable to disobey his commands

Secretly harbours doubts about Babylonia’s mission to reclaim Earth

Has obtained special permission to download the data of the Black Wolves and often reads the records to keep them alive in her heart

V O I C E L I N E S

“Team leader? No, I refuse. You’re making a grave mistake.”

“I’m not suited for protecting people.”

“My opinion on the Forsaken? They’re hardworking, loyal, and--Nevermind. We seem to share a similar goal.”

“The Black Wolves? Where did you hear of that name?! Don’t mention it again!”

“I baked a cake today. Would you like some?”

“Yes, I can dance. But I’d prefer it if you didn’t tell the others…”

“I can teach you to dance. Privately, if you’d like. Haha, just kidding.”

“Becoming a Construct was a decision I made rashly. I don’t necessarily regret it, but…”

“Are we really doing the right thing? This endless war… All these years… What have we really achieved?”

INTERLUDE

D U S K F A L L

A voice cracked over the intercom. “...dant…Com...ant...Commandant, do you hear me?!”

Lydias blinked. The urgency in his voice caught her off guard. Ferdinand kept his cool even in the most dire of situations. Something was very wrong. “Tell me, Ferdie.” Static. “Ferds? Come through!” Nothing. Communications had been poor ever since they’d entered this area, but they’d managed until now. For it to suddenly fail like that… it couldn’t be a coincidence.

“Shit,” she said, turning to the other two Constructs with her. “On guard, guys. Something’s coming and comms are down.”

Ilya grimaced. “Sure it’s not one of Ferdinand’s pranks again?”

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” Flora offered, even as she tightened her grip on her lance. “Pesky little bastard would find it hilarious.” Lydias said nothing. She was too tense. There was a taste in the air, a metallic tang that churned in her belly. Sweat dripped into her eye. Suddenly, a hand slapped her on the back. “Relax, Commandant,” Ilya chuckled. “We’ll protect you like always. No need to be so scared all the time.”

Something in her loosened, just a bit. “Shouldn’t I be the one protecting you?” she retorted, trying to project confidence. “You guys with your fragile little M.I.N.Ds?” Flora laughed, a deep-belly rumble that Lydias loved. The knot in her stomach unravelled some more. “You do that, Commandant,” Flora said. “We’ll just twirl our pointy sticks at the bad guys.”

Lydias was just about to say something snarky when she caught movement in the corner of her eye. She swirled, gun at the ready. There was still no word from Ferdinand. “I’m sensing a large Corrupted force in our perimeter,” Ilya reported. His voice had lost its casual lilt. “They’ve got us surrounded.”

Lydias cursed. “How’s that Memory retrieval coming along?”

“Slowly,” Ilya replied unhappily. Flora clicked her tongue. The Corrupted were visible now. They weren’t like anything Lydias had seen before. They carried advanced weapons - chainsaws and spears and bows - and seemed to be organised into phalanxes. Dread coiled in her belly. “We’ve been ambushed,” she breathed in horror. “Ferdinand tried to warn us. They must have blocked off comms.”

“Well, shit,” Flora grunted. The Corrupted army was within gunshot range now. “When the fuck did they get so smart?”

“Someone must be leading them,” Ilya said. “How did the information leak?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Lydias said. “We need to retreat. Now.” A bullet flew by her head, burning the shell of her ear as it passed. Her heart hammered. “Back off,” Flora growled. She twirled her spear, eyes flashing as she impaled the Corrupted soldier. Beside her, Ilya stepped forward, fast as a flash, and stabbed one through the neck. Lydias fired off three shots, watching in grim satisfaction as two buried themselves in the heads of two infected Constructs.

The scene descended into chaos just as Ferdinand’s broken voice sounded in her ear. “...n...way! Comm...ant!”

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Flora stumbled back. She was breathing heavily. Vital fluid leaked steadily from several places, staining her coat a rich purple. Ilya was behind her, grimacing. His left arm was gone, torn away at the shoulder. Sparks flew from the exposed wires within. Beside them, Lydias swayed unsteadily. She clutched at her stomach. Red blood seeped through her fingers. All their attempts to break through had failed. Things were looking more hopeless by the minute.

“Commandant,” Ilya said, voice strained. “Turn off my pain receptors.” Flora nodded. “Same here.” Lydias coughed wetly. Her vision was growing dim. “It’s dangerous,” she admitted, wishing she could shut off her own terrible pain. “But there’s no other choice.” She authorised the command. Her team’s face relaxed immediately. She met their determined gazes and nodded. “We’re all gonna go home. Together.”

Ilya smiled. Flora grinned. But there was a sadness in their faces Lydias didn’t want to acknowledge. Her connection with Ferdinand was still blocked. He could be dead for all she knew. She turned away from the thought. Just survive, Lydias. And take the Wolves home.

Together, the Black Wolves rose. Ilya with his dagger and Flora with her spear. Unseen by Lydias, they nodded to each other. An agreement, a pact. A promise. Renewed, they threw themselves at the Corrupted like cornered animals. Slowly, inch by painful inch, an exit was being forced open. Corrupted weapons dug into their bodies, but they pushed on.

Lydias fought beside them, swinging her chakrams haphazardly. Her gun had run out of ammo long ago. She stumbled, half-blind, and almost skewered herself on the end of a Corrupted sword. She could hardly think straight; blood loss was making her weak. Suddenly, a voice crackled in her mind. “Commandant!” Ferdinand’s voice tumbled through her hazy thoughts. “The signal jammer is gone. What’s your status?!”

Her heart soared, bringing with it a brief burst of clarity. “Ferdie! It’s an ambush. We need support!”

“I’ve already informed Babylonia,” he said urgently. “Reinforcement is on the way. I’m coming to you, Commandant. Just hold on!” His signal blinked to life, moving rapidly towards their location. Lydias smiled grimly. Ferdinand was on his way. Support was coming. Surely, they would be okay. They would make it out of this. She just had to hold on for a little longer.

Flora’s signal pulsed unsteadily and Ilya’s grew fainter with every breath. Lydias clung with desperation to the unstable M.I.N.Ds of her Wolves. I will protect you.

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“Coming through!” A ray of energy tore through the Corrupted wave. Lydias spied Ferdinand’s face through the sea of blades. She almost wept with relief. “Retreat,” she said hoarsely, struggling to stay conscious. “Black Wolves, retreat!”

On cue, Ilya and Flora rushed through the tunnel, half-carrying Lydias with them. Between one ferocious breath and the next, they’d broken through the Corrupted circle. She tumbled bonelessly into Ferdinand’s open arms. He took a brief moment to survey her and paled. “The meeting point isn’t far,” he said. “Support will be there.” He picked up Lydias and turned to run, but Ilya and Flora didn’t follow.

“Sorry, but this is the end of the road for me,” Flora said wryly. “Didn’t think it’d end like this.” She spat out a wad of purple fluid. “At least these fuckers will go down with me.”

“And you get the privilege of dying by my side,” Ilya said primly, readjusting his grip on his dagger. Flora laughed, an edge of sadness in her voice. “Yeah, old man, I guess I do.”

Lydias stirred in Ferdinand’s arms. “No,” she said, forcing herself to meet their gazes. “I won’t allow it.”

“Unfortunately, Commandant,” Ilya said. “This time it’s not up to you.” He raised his remaining hand in a salute. “It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

“Go on,” Flora growled. “We’ll make sure nobody pursues you.”

Ferdinand pursed his lips, but nodded tightly. Lydias fought in his grip. She hardly even felt the pain. “No!” she screamed, or tried to. It was hard to tell where her voice was. “Don’t! I forbid it! That’s an order!” He started running. She watched helplessly as the distance grew. “Stop! Go back, we have to help them! Stop!”

In the fading light, Ilya fell and was immediately consumed by a horde of Corrupted hands. His signal weakened then blinked out. A scream tore itself from her throat. She thrashed in Ferdinand’s grip and felt his hold on her loosen. White-hot pain shot through her body as she tumbled to the ground. Mad with grief, she crawled forward desperately, mind blank except for the desire to be with her Wolves.

Strong arms lifted her up. Ferdinand’s lively voice was dull. “Please don’t do this, Lydias.”

“Let go, Ferdie,” she said angrily. “We have to--” Flora’s signal flickered out. Lydias felt her spirit break. “No,” she cried. “Please, no.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. Words abandoned her. The world seemed to shrink, compacting to a single thought: she had failed.

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She woke to white light. Something beeped steadily beside her. Tubes ran from her body to several machines like the tentacles of some deep sea creature. Her entire body hurt. Immediately, she reached for the Black Wolves, but their signals were absent, leaving her mind uncomfortably empty. Panic settled like ice in her veins. It couldn’t be. It was impossible.

Surely, they had recalled their consciousnesses. Surely, she’d simply woken up early. And where was Ferdie? Gasping, Lydias stood, dragging her broken body to the wall of windows. She brought a fist to the cool glass. Nikola watched her from the other side. “Where are they,” she croaked. “What happened?”

He shook his head sympathetically. “They didn’t recall their consciousness. According to our records, Ilya and Flora died protecting you from pursuit. Ferdinand was infected.” His eyes were grave. “He guarded you until reinforcements arrived.”

She didn’t know if she could bear the answer, but she asked anyway. “And then?”

Nikola studied her for a long moment before giving in. “And then the Punishing Virus took over his M.I.N.D. He escaped because we prioritised your survival.” A desperate hope sparked to life within her. “So he’s still alive? Then there’s still a chance! Please, let me find him!”

“You know it doesn’t work like that.”

“Please,” she begged. “Please.”

He turned away from her. “The Purifying Force has already been sent after him. I’m sorry, Lydias.”

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Three weeks later

“Are you sure?” Nikola asked, studying her with intensity. “Your chances of success are only 47%.”

Lydias stared at him blankly. “I’m sure.”

“I’m afraid I can’t allow it. Commandants are valuable to Babylonia. Perhaps even more than Constructs. Few possess the will and compatibility to stabilize M.I.N.Ds. Someone as experienced as you is not expendable.”

“Then I quit being a Commandant. I refuse to lead another squad.” She looked away. “I couldn’t protect any of them. Not a single one.” Her voice broke. “I’m not… I don’t think I can--I just can’t.”

Nikola considered her with some pity. “What do you want then, Lydias?”

“You know what I want. I’m not afraid of dying.”

“I know you’re not afraid, but it seems to me like you seek it.”

She said nothing. Nikola sighed. “I’d rather not lose you completely. You have experience and ability. The Black Wolves were specifically chosen for that mission for your competence. Aife will increase our combat power significantly against the Corrupted.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s unfortunate, but these things happen at war.”

“Say whatever you want,” Lydias said stubbornly. “But this is my final decision.”

“Fine,” Nikola said. “Your attempt at redemption is admirable. I’ll grant your request, but if you survive, you’ll work directly under me. Is that acceptable?”

“Perfectly.”

INTERLUDE HIDDEN CHAPTER

F A D I N G L I G H T

Flora: Fairfrost - Voice Log

*sounds of fighting* I hope this reaches you, Commandant. I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer and… *grunting* I just wanna say goodbye. The old man’s already gone. I felt his signal die out a while ago. He went down taking a blade for me, can you believe it? Even though I’m the Attacker Construct. *panting* You know what his last words to me were? “It hurts.” As if our pain receptors weren’t turned off. I know what he means though. *blades clashing* After all, we all wanna go back home with you. But life’s a bit unfair, eh? For once, I don’t mind. Protecting your back… it almost makes me feel like a hero. That ain’t something you experience every day, y’know? *metal tearing* I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you. For being someone worthy of love. *crash, wet coughing* It’s been my honour and privilege to have been one of your Wolves, Commandant. You’ll remember me, won’t you?

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Ferdinand: Aegis - Voice Log

Lydias… This will probably be my last communication with you. I never would have thought this would be how it ends, but… Well, I’m just glad that I get to spend my final moments with you. I can feel my M.I.N.D. slipping, but Babylonia will be here any second now. They’ll take care of you, the way I wish I could. *sigh* Ah, there are so many things I want to say. I have nothing to lose anymore, so I hope you’re ready to listen. *deep breath* I love you. The way you laugh at my jokes and tease me. The way you can talk about anything. Your smile, your lips. I love the way you kiss me. And of course, I love our late night activities… Such as you trying to teach me to dance. *short laughter* Were you expecting me to say something else, Commandant? You--*grunt, glitching* Looks like my time is running out. I should go, but promise me one thing, Lydias. Promise me you’ll keep your heart open, so that someone else can love you as you deserve. I--You--*glitches*

DATA CORRUPTED.

#pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr oc

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willowworkswithwords · 2 years

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^_^ 🎵+ Nico from The Old Guard? (/all of the Old Guard lmao)

I watched The Old Guard a week ago for the first time and I am SO in love. I haven't accumulated any songs specifically bc they remind me of anyone in TOG, HOWEVER that did not stop me from going into an old writing inspiration playlist and crying about lyrics

Nico: The Wolves and the Ravens by Rogue Valley

In the morning, by the sea As the fog clears from the sand Have no money in my hand Have no home, I have no land

and

When my hands are old and ache And my memory flickers dim And my bones don't hold my skin There's no place I haven't been

I recall the days were few That is all that I can do Feel the carvings in the tree That give shape for you and me

Nico and Joe: All of My Days by Alexi Murdoch

Now I see clearly It's you I'm looking for All of my days So I smile I know I'll feel this loneliness no more All of my days For I look around me And it seems you've found me And it's coming into sight

Booker: Careless Wishing by Bailen. In a platonic, during/post exile sense. The whole song is gorgeous, but for Booker especially:

Careless, Careless wishing Oh lord now what have I done? Gone and left my only love

and

And love me I couldn't make you dear So long I've been gone So long

Send me a ♫ + a character’s name and I will respond with a song that reminds me of them. Send a ♫ + a ship and I will do the same.

#Kaydear if you have any TOG song recs #Nico or anyone #Please! send them my way #The Old Guard #The Old Guard spoilers #light spoiler i guess #song asks #willow talks

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kurt-nightcrawler · 4 years

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Together Again

John Allerdyce x Female Reader

Request: Hi! I love your your writing (especially the mother nature ones and crush honestly,,,,, art lmao) and I was wondering if you could write something else for John? Like honestly anything I'm just really starved for pyro content 😂 if you don't want to then uh dw 💜

A/N: if you guys want a blurb about wedding vows or baby making sex let me know!!

Warnings: teen pregnancy, swearing, mentions of sex, and some angst.

Word Count: 8.9k

“Hey, I know it’s been a while, but I miss you… and I know I shouldn’t… but I can’t help myself. I’m really sorry for everything I did. I hurt you, I acted out, I ruined all the relationships I had at the mansion…” His voice faltered as tears fell from his eyes.

“Um, you don’t have to call me back… I’m just really sorry for being such an asshole… You deserved better…”

You jokingly scoffed to yourself.

Typical John, You mused. Never realizing his potential.

“I love you…”

The voice message ended. You felt your eyes watering. Despite it all, you missed him. You missed John so much.

He joined Magento’s army, brotherhood, and left you. You didn’t want to side with either of them, Charles or Erik.

You wanted to run away somewhere, live a small-town life, maybe in Europe or something. You hadn’t really figured out all the details, but you assumed that figuring it out as you went along would suffice. As long as you had John by your side, nothing could get in your way.

But then he wasn’t by your side. And your entire world came crashing down.

You had woken up to an empty bed. Unusual, since John was in it with you the night before.

His clothes were gone, and it felt like he had never been there to start with.

You got yourself out of bed, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas. You wanted to know where he went.

You made it downstairs to the den, where your friends were seated with some staff members.

“Ah, (Y/N),” Xavier said. “You’re awake. Please sit down.”

You sat down on the couch next to Kitty. “What’s going on? Where’s John?”

“Allerdyce left,” Logan stated with a bitter tone.

“Left? What do you mean he left?”

“Magento is forming a new brotherhood of mutants, and he’s planning to attack Worthington industries.”

“Is this about the “cure”?” You asked.

Xavier nodded, “John left to join him.”

No… You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “That can’t be true. He wouldn’t just leave and not tell anyone. He would have told me if he was thinking about joining forces with Magento!”

“(Y/N),” You looked over at Bobby, “We had an argument in our room late last night. I tried to convince him to stay but—“

“No…” You were shaking. “You’re— you’re lying!” You stood up too quickly and you got a head rush.

“I wish I was—“

You felt like you were going to be sick. You could hear the blood pounding in your ears. Your vision was blurry, and you were sweating.

You ran to the nearest trash can and dunked your head in as you heaved.

Kitty held your hair back and rubbed your back. “Let it out. Let it out, (Y/N)...”

You puked your guts out until you didn’t have the energy to continue. Then, you turned over, moving your head out of the trash and started crying.

No one knew what to do about you— and Magneto trying to kill a bunch of people was a bit more of a pressing issue.

You didn’t want to go to Worthington industries and fight. You didn’t want to see him. You wanted to be left alone.

Plus, with your mutation, the X-Men thought you’d be a good guard for the mansion if anything happened.

It was a few days before anyone came back, and while they were gone you caught a stomach bug. Constantly vomiting, bad cramps, and your chest was extremely sore.

You didn’t know what to do about it, so you kept a trash can nearby and drank lots of water and took some ibuprofen.

When everyone returned, Bobby, Kitty, and Rogue, all ran to hug you, knowing you’d need it.

“I punched him for you,” Bobby whispered. You held him tighter and let silent tears rain down your face as you hugged him.

The three of them told you about the battle, and what happened to everyone, and a new addition to the team— Scott’s younger brother, Alex Summers, who had apparently been friends with one of the brotherhood members, but decided to switch sides and support his brother.

He was in the medical bay downstairs with everyone else, getting checked out.

“What have you been up to?”

You let out a weak laugh, “Nothing much. I’ve been watching tv and puking my guts out the past few days…”

Your friends nodded in sympathy. “You’re probably sick from all the stress…” Rogue commented.

“Yeah, that’s probably it. When it’s a good time, I’ll ask Dr. Grey to give me some medicine other than pain killers.”

“Good idea…”

“I’m gonna go shower,” Rogue said, getting up from the couch.

“Me too! Kitty replied. “Are you going to change Bobby?”

He looked over at her, “Uh, yeah. I will in a little bit.” The girls walked off, satisfied with his answer.

You patted Bobby’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t talk him out of leaving…”

“He’s… He’s stubborn. I don’t think any of us could have convinced him to stay…”

“(Y/N)...” Bobby sighed.

“He never told me about even wanting to leave!” Your words stung in the air like venom.

“He’s not coming back, is he?”

Bobby shook his head, “I don’t think so. After the fight, the brotherhood just kind of wandered off… We have no idea where any of them went—“

“And that includes John…”

There was a pregnant pause before Bobby spoke up.

“He really loves you.”

“Not enough to stay,” You scoffed.

“He just didn’t want you to get hurt… And while he’s dumb as shit, deep down, he meant well…”

“It’s just…” You snuffled your nose. “Three years, B. We were together for three years. He confided in me, and we trusted each other and we were gonna move out to the countryside in France or maybe Denmark…” Your cries interrupted your words, and all Bobby could do was hug you. Trying his best to comfort you.

You weren’t sick with a stomach bug from stress— you were pregnant.

It was simultaneously the best and worst news of your life. Everyone was supportive and kept reminding you, you didn’t have to keep it, you were only 18.

You weren’t sure what you were going to do. John wasn’t there and you had almost no money.

You didn’t want to raise a child alone, but you didn’t want to send them into foster care either.

It was a messy situation, and with each week passing by, your baby grew, reminding you to make a decision.

“I’m going to keep it. I’m going to stay here and raise my baby. It’ll probably be a mutant, so what better place for a mutant child to grow up?”

Everyone was excited for you and your baby. Kitty was excited to “be an aunt”, Rogue was excited, ablet a little nervous, with her no-touch rule, and Bobby just wanted you to be happy.

You found out you were having a boy, and you were so excited, you cried. Jean and Ororo threw a baby shower for you and Bobby, Logan, and Scott helped redo your room so it could function for the baby too.

Everything was going great. So great, in fact, you didn’t think about him most nights.

You still longed for John, and you wanted him there with you, to see your baby at the ultrasound screenings, feel him kick for the first time, and decide on names. But you had to remain strong. With or without John, you needed to be a good mom for your son.

Before and after his birth.

No one was allowed on the roof normally, but you were especially not allowed in your condition.

Yet you went up there anyway, for a moment of quiet and alone time.

You had snuck up to the roof before in your 4 years at Xavier’s. Most times it had been to hide with John. Or just lay and star gaze— your head resting on his chest, and his hands either preoccupied with his flames, or they’d be in your hair.

You placed a hand on your stomach, thinking it would maybe soothe you, but it didn’t really work.

You heard footsteps, and you quickly looked over to see who it was.

“Sorry— I uh, I didn’t think anyone was up here.” He started to leave.

“Alex, no, you’re fine. You can stay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah! Of course.” He walked over and sat next to you.

“How’ve you been?”

“Good, good.” He nodded. “How have you been?”

“Same as you…” You both awkwardly laughed together.

“That’s good.”

“Mmhmm…”

Alex shifted in his spot awkwardly.

“Are you uh… are you excited about being a mom?”

You laughed. He was so nervous. “Yeah. I mean, I’m nervous as hell, but I have all my friends around, more than willing to help me, and my life is secure and safe.”

Alex nodded, shy and awkward, yet attentive.

“Is… Is Bobby excited about being a dad?”

You were shocked. “Bobby’s gay.”

“I know, but wait— isn’t he— is he—“ Alex was so confused.

“Bobby’s probably my best friend here, his old roommate, um, he’s the father…”

Alex’s face was red as a tomato. “Oh…”

He knew about Bobby’s old roommate, seeing as he took over his spot in his room. He didn’t know much, and he was pretty sure he died or something.

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine. You didn’t know…”

“Did he… did he die?”

You rubbed your eyes. “No… he left to join the brotherhood, days before I found out I was pregnant…” Alex listened to your every word. He still didn’t know who this guy was, considering he too, joined the brotherhood during the battle at Worthington industries, but so did a ton of other mutants.

“I don’t really know how to contact him now, and… I don’t really want to at the moment.”

“You don’t have to…” Alex said. “He left, and that’s his problem.”

“Yep… And besides, I’m not alone. I have my friends and family here.”

“Yeah, see! You’re doing great.”

You laughed at Alex’s words. He was cute and dorky. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You were crying. Crying in pain, in joy, in sorrow, in relief— you were extremely emotional. Your baby was finally born.

Once he got all cleaned up, umbilical cord cut, and was in your arms, laying on your bare chest for some bonding, people started coming in.

At first, it was just Bobby, Kitty, Rogue, and Alex. They had some flowers, balloons, and presents with them.

“We got you some things…” Rogue began.

“Awww... how are you guys?” Kitty interrupted.

“We’re fine. He’s asleep.” You glanced down at your chest.

“He’s so small.” Alex’s eyes were glossy.

“He’s all pink,” Bobby observed.

Kitty hit him on the arm, “He just came out of her vagina!”

You laughed, “He was a C-section.”

“Oh, I was a tumor baby.” Everyone looked at Bobby like he grew a second head. “What?”

Rogue rolled her eyes, “Anyway, we all got you a card and some gifts.” She set them down on the ledge near the visiting chairs and window.

“You guys didn’t have to do that.”

“Most of them are for the little guy,” Alex said.

“Still! He’s gonna be so spoiled…”

Your nurse walked in after you said that. “Alright mama, we gotta get him weighed and everything. Just get stuff for the birth certificate…” She set papers down on your table tray. “If you’re up for it, you can fill stuff out now, or have someone else do it for you… We’ll be back in a little bit.”

“Aww, bye…” Your friends cooed at your son.

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “He’ll be in the nursery, and you can go see him in a little bit. Then if he’s fine, he’ll be back here with me and you guys can hold him.”

“We can’t stay in here forever. This room is too small, plus Scott and his posse wanna come say hi.”

“Right, right.” You took a sip from your water bottle the hospital gave you and looked at the birth certificate and other papers with it.

“So… What’s his name?”

“I don’t know…” You admitted. You hadn’t really thought of a name.

Well, you had, but it was kind of stupid.

You wanted to name him after John, his father because he was one of the few things you had left of John. You also wanted to name him after Bobby or Alex, because they’d been some of your best friends and there for you during your pregnancy.

“Well, you have sixty days to think about it.” Bobby reminded you.

“Yeah,” You yawned. “Oh boy… Sorry— Sorry, I just—“

“Nonsense. You gave birth like what maybe an hour or two ago? Take a nap. You deserve it,” Kitty told you.

“Yeah, we’ll go down to the nursery and see if we can spot him.”

“Okay, you guys sure?”

“Yes, mom,” Alex teased. “We’re sure.”

“Okay, okay.”

“We’ll be back.”

Once the four shuffled out of your room, you quickly examined the birth certificate.

You took a pen and wrote down your name, John’s, and the perfect name for your son.

“Johnathan-Robert Alexander (Y/L/N)! Get back here!” Rogue scolded.

“Sorry Marie, I just saw a cool bird, and it flew away…”

She ruffled his hair, “Your mom is gonna be mad if we don’t eat lunch. I let you play outside for an extra twenty minutes.”

“Oh, okay…”

It had been six years since your son was born. You named him after his dad and your two best guy friends. His nickname was Jr, or Junior, because of his initials.

He took after you mostly, except he had John’s eyes and mutation.

You and your friends all became X-Men and teachers at the mansion, and they all pitched in to help raise Junior, despite you telling them over and over again that they didn’t have to.

It wasn’t easy. You were a young mom— there were some pity looks at the grocery store, people asking if Junior was your little brother, you had no biological family around, despite the X-Men making up for it, and you were single.

Not the end of the world, but sometimes, late at night, you thought about John.

You know he did what he thought was right, somehow. You just wish he didn’t leave. Keeping you safe, what bullshit.

Sometimes you resented him and you were glad he was gone. Sometimes you cried and wished he was there with you.

He would have been a great dad. Nervous, and a little unsure at times, sure, but you know he’d love Junior and do anything for him.

You were grading papers when your phone rang.

You didn’t recognize the number, and you had no idea who’d be calling you at noon in the middle of the week.

It stopped ringing and you didn’t look at it again for the rest of the hour.

You glanced over at your phone as you took a bite from your salad. The caller left a message in your voice box, which was weird since spam calls usually don’t do that.

Maybe it was someone with the wrong number, thinking you were a lost loved one.

Oh god! I better listen to the message!

You picked up your phone and went to your messages.

Your finger didn’t even hover over and hesitate when it hit the play button.

You were crying. Six years later. Six years later, and he finally reached out.

You didn’t know what to do.

What did he want?

You rubbed your temple. What if he’d been in trouble with some bad people? What if he was dying?

You quickly selected his number on your screen.

“Would you like to call? Yes or no?”

Your thumb hovered over yes.

Why didn’t you just push it? What were you so afraid of?

“God…” You groaned. “What am I doing?”

“No! No, no… I have to call him back. Urgh!” You ran a hand through your hair.

“Whooooo…” You hit yes, out your phone up to your ear, and let the phone ring.

You were sweating and your heart was pounding like a drum.

What if he didn’t pick up?

“Hello?”

“Hi, John, it’s me… (Y/N).”

You asked him to come to the mansion, to sit down and talk to you. He seemed nervous over the phone, but he agreed to come and talk.

“He called you? After six years of nothing?” Kitty scoffed in disbelief.

“My number isn’t the same as it was in 2006. Plus who knows what he’s been up too since…” Your words trailed off.

“Why didn’t you ask to meet up at like a Starbucks or the library?” Alex asked.

“I want him to meet Junior.”

“Are you insane?!” Rogue asked, looking over at you.

“The mansion is a place we’re both familiar with, and he doesn’t have to see him right away…”

The three all had unsure looks on their faces.

“It’s my decision. And while you’ve all been more than supportive, I believe he has a right to meet his son. He doesn’t have to be in his life permanently, as much as I’d like that, but he should at least know about him. See him once, maybe.”

“You’re right,” Kitty spoke up. “He deserves to meet his kid. We may not like him or want him around, but Junior is his son. We can’t change that.”

“Kitty’s right. John’s not the greatest, but he always tried when it came to you, and he deserves to meet his son.”

“When is he coming over?”

“Tomorrow at 10.”

“Hey, kiddo.” You slowly opened your son’s door and peaked in. “You ready for bed?”

“Yep!” He popped the p. “I fed George and Rock and Socks.” Those were the fish in his little aquarium. “I brushed my teeth, and I put my pajamas on!”

You gave him a hug, “That’s great, sweetie!”

Junior sat under his covers in his bed, and you sat on the edge. “What’d you do in your classes today?”

“Well, Ms. Monroe read us a book about a farm where the cows found a typewriter and made the farmer change the farm up!”

Wow, starting them young.

“And then she taught us about different types of plants. Did you know broccoli is actually a flower?”

“I did not,” You blinked.

“Does this mean I don’t have to eat it anymore? People don’t eat flowers!”

Oh, Junior thought he was so slick.

“Actually kiddo, some flowers are edible. So, no, you can’t cut out broccoli.”

He frowned, “But I don’t wanna eat flowers!”

“Rules are rules… And besides, you wanna eat healthily and get strong, don’t you?”

“Yeah!” Junior’s face lit up. “So I can beat Gabe when we wrestle!”

Gabe was Scott and Alex’s 10-year-old brother, who also went to Xavier’s school. He was one of the few kids even close to Junior’s age, making them almost best friends.

“See! That’s the spirit! Now, do you want me to read to you before you go to sleep?”

“Hmm… Hmm… Hmm…”

You laughed a little, “I’ll take that as a no.”

Junior yawned, “Hmm…”

“I’ll let you get some sleep, okay?” You got up, bending down to kiss his forehead.

“Okay, mom… Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweetie.”

You closed the door behind you as you stepped out. You stood there for a moment to take a breather.

John was going to love him, you weren’t worried about that. You were worried if you still had feelings for him and you were acting irrationally.

No, You decided as you brushed your teeth in your bathroom. I’m not acting irrationally. I’ve wanted to talk to him since he left. I have no anger or sadness left in me, and I just want to catch up.

“(Y/N),” Professor Xavier spoke into your mind. “You’re making part of the mansion shake.”

“Shit!” You dropped your toothbrush into the sink and tried to pace your breath.

“It’s alright, dear.”

You had geological manipulation, and while you had practically mastered it, you still struggled at times.

You rubbed your face with a towel and sighed.

You knew getting any sleep was out the door at that point.

You must have fallen asleep at some point and gotten some sleep because you woke up almost an hour late.

“No, no, no!” You were frantic, slipping on your clothes, trying to brush your hair and somehow rock half-assed bed head and no makeup so you could be presentable in under five minutes.

“Hey, (Y/N), you slept through your alarm—“

“I know, Bobby!” You were running down the hall to get to your classroom.

“So I got Junior dressed and ready for the day—“

You slowed down to stop and open your door, looking at Bobby. “Oh my god. Thank you so much…” You instantly wrapped him into a hug.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay…”

“I’m just so worried… about John and—“

“You’re gonna be fine,” He soothingly rubbed one of his hands on your back.

“I got no sleep last night… I’m anxious about John coming back too. We’re in this together, okay?”

“Yeah, together.”

You stood peeking through a window, waiting for him.

10:00 came, and a rugged, black Jeep pulled through the gates.

You watched him step out of the car— brown leather jacket, facial hair, and he looked slightly more muscular than you’d last seen him. He’d aged, just like you, but not in a bad way, despite the fact he looked a bit tired. But then again, so did you.

You left your hiding spot and went outside to greet him.

“Hey!”

“Hey!” He quickly checked you out, but it didn’t go undetected by you. “Wow, you look— great!”

“You too.” You stood there, face to face, unsure if a hug or a handshake was appropriate.

“So, how have you been?”

“Good, um— well, a lot has changed since you left…”

John nodded awkwardly. “But uh… I could give you a tour. Tell me about what you’ve been up to?”

“Yeah, sure. Sounds good.”

“So… Bobby, Rogue, Kitty, and I all became teachers...“ John chuckled. “What? Hard to believe?”

“No, no…” He shook his head. “Are Bobby and Rogue still together?”

You laughed, “No way! Bobby came out of the closet and Marie sees some guy from New Orleans, I think his name is Remy? I’m not really sure…

John smiled, “Yeah, he told me— junior year, he didn’t like girls.”

“It hurt, Rogue,” You admitted. “But she understood.”

“Well, that’s good, I suppose…”

“Yeah, yeah.” You wandered down the halls a bit, before speaking up.

“So… what have you been up to?”

“Well, I lived in Genosha for awhile…”

“Magento’s hippie colony?”

“Hey!” He jokingly scoffed. “It’s not a hippie colony!”

“Okay, Mister.”

“Anyway, I uh, I started writing…”

You rose your brows in surprise, “Really? What do you write about?”

“Romance, mostly…” John was flustered. “Gothic romance. One of the people on Genosha knew a guy, he’s a literary agent—“

“Wait, are you…?”

“Yeah, I’m an actual published author. I only have two books out right now, the first one came out in 2008, and the other just last year.”

You were baffled, all this time, and you could have contacted him sooner somehow. “I had no idea… congratulations! That’s amazing!”

“Thank you…”

“Yeah, of course. You do anything else?”

“My mom died two years ago… I went to her funeral… I saw my dad.”

“How’d that go?”

“Not great… but, you know how it is.” You nodded in sympathy. “Anyway, what’s new with you? Besides teaching… Any new X-Men? Are you… seeing anyone…?”

“Scott’s younger brother joined the team, and he has another brother—“

“Mommy! Mom!” You froze. John noticed your shift in demeanor and glanced from you to Junior.

“Junior, you’re supposed to be in class.”

“I was, but then Stacy Brown, the girl with the lizard tongue, threw up, so Stacy got taken to Dr. Grey’s lab and Ororo let us leave early.”

“I know who Stacy Brown is, sweetie. You don’t have to tell me she has a lizard tongue. That’s not very nice to point out people’s mutations.”

Junior frowned and sulked a little, “I’m sorry…”

“I forgive you.”

John’s eyes kept moving between you and Junior. When did you have a kid? He couldn’t be any older than five or six.

“Hi. Who are you?” The kid spoke to him.

“Oh,” John crouched down to equal eye level. “I’m John… What’s your name?”

“My name is John, too! Well, actually Johnathan-Robert, I was named after my dad and one of his closest friends, even though his name isn’t actually Johnathan. Everyone calls me Junior though, cause my initials are JR.”

John was floored. He had a son.

He had a son, and he left him. He left you.

Oh, God…

“Uh, Mr… Mr. John?” Junior asked. “Why are you crying?”

“Uh, Junior, sweetie…” You trailed off. “He’s your dad.”

“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry…”

John wiped his eyes and stood up, “What for?”

“I made you cry… I’m really sorry…”

“It’s okay. They were happy tears.” He rubbed his eyes.

“Oh… Do you wanna see my fish? I have 3 of them in my room, they live in a terrarium!”

“Aquarium,” You corrected him.

“That’s what I said!”

John smiled, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Come on, then!” Junior grabbed his hand and led him upstairs.

John moved back in.

Not with you necessarily, but he wanted to be a part of Junior’s life. He felt like the world’s biggest asshole for leaving days before you found out you were pregnant.

He joined the brotherhood because he felt like you were the only person who saw him as a decent human being. He didn’t agree with everything Xavier said and stood for, and he was tired of people comparing him to Bobby.

He wanted to fight for what he thought was right. He wanted to be able to just do what he wanted without hurting the one person he cared about. Which is why he didn’t tell you he was leaving.

But he knew he hurt you. He knew soon as the battle was over and he claimed one of the small homes on Genosha as his.

He was scared to reach out the first few months. And then he assumed you left Xavier’s and he didn’t know how to contact you from there. He only just got your number because a graduate from Xavier’s moved to Genosha, giving him your number and telling him you hadn’t left.

He didn’t even hesitate to call you. He didn’t even care if you cursed him out on the other line, yelling about how you never wanted to see him again. He just wanted to hear your voice one more time.

What he wouldn’t have done to hold you in his arms again, feel your soft, pink lips against his, your bodies pressed against each other, becoming one.

But he knew he didn’t deserve any of it. He didn’t deserve you. He knew he fucked up.

And what hurt him the most was he thought he was worse than his own father. The one who beat him, called him a monster, sent him away to a foreign country, left in the care of strangers— he thought he was worse because he wasn’t there in the beginning. He wasn’t there for the doctor’s appointments, the birth, or his first steps and words.

You talked to him. Tried to convince him he wasn’t bad, while still holding your ground and making him responsible for just up and leaving.

“I should have gone with you. You know I would have. I would have followed you to the fucking moon if you asked.”

“I know… I just thought keeping you out of all that was the best choice.”

“We were fucking kids John! We really didn’t know much. We still don’t! We’re 23 with a child.”

“You don’t have to forgive me. You don’t have to love me again. I just want to be in my son’s life, please.” He was trying his best to not cry again.

“Most of the time you’re a great guy. I want you in Junior’s life… I just… I don’t know if we can ever go back to how it was before.” I still love you, but I’m not ready to rush into anything…

“Yeah, no, I get that. You have no reason to trust me, and no obligations to date me…”

You sighed, “I want us to be friends. Not for anyone’s sake but for our own… because as much as I should… I don’t hate you.”

“Thank you.” His voice was breaking.

“Friends?”

He nodded, “Yeah, friends.” You wrapped him in your arms in place of a handshake. Neither of you said anything. Nothing needed to be said.

John had been living at the X-Mansion for almost two years. He taught an English class or two and continued to write more gothic romance novels while spending as much time as he could with Junior.

He became friends with Bobby, Kitty, and Rogue again. He became friends with Alex. He was friends with you, despite wanting more.

But he knew he didn’t deserve it, and he was just glad to get what he could.

“So… what do they like, do in Romania?”

You looked up from your lesson plan for the week and gave John a funny look.

“What do they do in Romania? Aren’t you the one writing about vampires? You should know.”

“Yeah, but you’re a history teacher!”

“I teach kids about the civil war, Marie Antionette, and the Han dynasty.”

You sometimes worked together in the library or in one of your rooms or classrooms. John— writing the next chapter of his novel— and you, usually doing lesson plans or grading tests.

“What are you writing about anyway?” You turned in your chair to watch John scribble words down in his notebook. He preferred to write down on paper first, then type it up.

“Well, she’s making Von take her on a date since she’s been living with him for a month and he confessed he liked her.”

“Isn’t Von a vampire?”

John nodded, “Half. Anyway, he’s gonna like, take her stargazing on the rooftop. I don’t know what else they’re gonna do after that.”

You pondered for a moment, “We used to do that all the time…”

“Yeah, um…”

You laughed a little, teasing him. “Do you base all your stories on our romantic endeavors?”

“Not all of them!” He defended.

“That so?” John hummed in response. “What has the great womanizer, St. John Allerdyce, been up to in his love life the last few years?”

“Not much,” He admitted. “I went on a few dates, a handful of hookups, but nothing really worked out…” He tried to shake the feeling of longing for you off, “What about you?”

“Same as you. Not much luck, especially with being a young mom, and raising a kid with two of her best friends who are guys, it tends to… scare people away…”

John swung his legs to the side of the bed, about to get up.

“They’re pussies,” He said while looking at you.

You nodded, not noticing he got up, “Yeah, besides I’m busy…”

Your train of thought was forgotten as John’s eyes looked into yours. You weren’t speaking.

Your eyes glanced down at his lips. They were soft and pink.

You cleared your throat, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts, unaware John’s brain was on the same page as yours.

He unexpectedly pressed his lips against yours. You were wide-eyed with shock as he did so. You weren’t expecting that.

But you were glad it happened.

He broke away too quickly for your liking. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have—“

“Do it again.”

“What?” John almost thought you were kidding.

“Kiss me again, Sinjin.”

And so he did. His lips collided with yours, your mouths moving in sync.

His weight and force caused you to fall back in your chair, with John straddling your waist. Your hands were tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to moan a little against your mouth. His hands were roaming up and down your body.

You partially ground against his crotch, causing him to break his lips away from yours and curse.

It didn’t last long, as he went back to kissing your lips like a horny teenager, pulling your shirt up off of you.

“Wait, wait, stop.” John froze, looking you directly in the eyes, his face barely two inches away from yours.

“Is everything alright?”

“Buy me dinner first, before you undress me, okay?”

You didn’t want to get carried away. You wanted a clear mind before you slept with him again. Kissing and going on a few dates and whatever else you were doing was enough at that moment.

He nodded, in total awe of you— The small details of your face one could only see if they were this close— “Tomorrow at 7. Does that work for you?”

“That’s perfect.”

“So I need you— if you can’t that’s fine! You have lives of your own— but I kind of need someone to watch Junior for the night.”

You really hated asking people to babysit, but it was Kitty and Rogue. They wouldn’t care.

“Not that we won’t do it,” Kitty said. “But why can’t John watch him?”

“Well—“

suddenly, Bobby burst through the door, screaming the girls’ names.

“KATHERINE! ANNA MARIE! I HAVE HUGE NEWS!”

“What is it?”

“John—“ He looked at you, and then stopped his sentence.

“Oh… I’m assuming you told them.”

“Told us what?” Rogue asked.

“John and (Y/N) are going on a date.”

“Finally,” Kitty let out.

You were confused, “What do you mean, finally?”

“Are— are you serious?” Bobby asked in disbelief.

You nodded.

“You two are so in love, it’s sickening sometimes!” Rogue scoffed.

“We are not!” You knew that wasn’t true. You obviously still had feelings and so did he, but love? You weren’t sure if it was that.

“Please, he never stopped loving you, and you never stopped loving him.”

“Bobby…”

“(Y/N)...”

You groaned.

“Look, I’m not gonna push you into saying the L-word anytime soon, but the guy writes romance novels for fuck’s sake! You’re gonna have a great time no matter what.”

Yeah, you thought to yourself as John drove down the crowded New York roads.

We’re gonna have a great time no matter what.

You went to some restaurant that just opened. It wasn’t too fancy or too casual, but since it was new, you still needed a reservation.

After dinner, you walked around the city streets, just catching up, looking at shops and apartment buildings and all the people.

It almost felt like you were teenagers again.

Holding hands, watching the sunset…

John pulled out his phone to snap a few pictures. You decided to try and photobomb, making dumb faces and peeking your head into view of the camera.

John shifted his hands and arms so you were the camera’s main focus.

The way the sun's rays reflected through the lens behind you making you glow, (John already thought you were most of the time), your goofy smile— he took a picture, but to him, it looked more like a renaissance painting.

He glanced away from his phone to see you without a lense.

You still looked like a heavenly being to him. You always did— strong, beautiful, intelligent, witty, and you were an amazing mom.

He didn’t have anyone to use as a base for “mom skills”, but he didn’t need that to know you were amazing. Not just with Junior, but all the young kids at the mansion.

Of course, there were times when you faltered or felt like you weren’t good enough, times where you would make the mansion shake on accident, but everyone had weak points.

John didn’t see you as any lesser for them, he knew your life wasn’t easy. Even if he had never left, it wouldn’t have been perfect.

But he couldn’t dwell on the past forever, despite how much he wanted to at some of his weaker moments.

“Whatcha looking at?”

He blinked. “You… The sunset… You look like an angel.”

You nervously laughed, “Stop it.”

John put his phone away and got back to your side.

“I’m serious, you’re beautiful…”

Your gaze fell down to your feet, not unnoticed by John.

“Hey,” He cupped your face with his hand, forcing your gaze on him. “It’s okay if you don’t believe me right now, but you will one day… I promise you that.”

His hand faltered and you hugged him.

“God, you’re so nice to me.”

“I don’t deserve you.” He plainly stated.

You narrowed your eyes at him and pointed a finger. “No self-deprecating talk!”

John laughed at your attitude shift. It was cute. “Alright, but that means nothing from you either.“

“Fine.”

John kissed the top of your head, causing you to smile like a madman. It made his heart flutter a bit.

Your first date was almost two years ago. It seemed so long ago, yet almost like it was yesterday.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm.

You immediately woke up, but John just groaned and stirred in his sleep a little.

He had an arm wrapped around you, so you had to wiggle your way out of bed. “Come on, sleepyhead…”

John groaned some more, his grip on you just got tighter.

“If you don’t let me out, I’ll pee on the bed.”

John’s eyes shot open, and you smirked to yourself, having been victorious.

“That would be hot.”

You gagged as you walked into your bathroom. “Gross!”

John followed you, “You know I’m just joking.”

You shook your head, a smile evident on your face. “I know, I know.”

You turned the sink on and began washing your face. John used the empty space in the mirror to brush out his bed head.

You caught him starring at you a few times as you both went through your morning routines.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” He kissed the crook of your neck. “Today’s just gonna be a good day. That’s all. I can feel it.”

You let his words sink in for a moment.

“Yeah, today’s gonna be a good day.”

That’s when John knew. His instinct, gut, or whatever you call it, knew this was it.

He casually walked out of the bathroom and grabbed a small box. You were preoccupied with applying some makeup.

He came back in, on one knee in the doorway.

You looked over at him, nearly dropping your brush on to the floor, your jaw slack.

“(Y/N), I love you. And this isn’t some big romantic gesture, but love isn’t only seen in big romantic gestures. It’s the small things, the intimate moments. I did have something planned, but I really couldn’t wait. I love you… and…” John’s words trailed off. He was starting to cry. Your eyes were watering too.

“Will you marry me?”

You nodded, “Yes, yes!”

John got up and kissed you. Then he slipped the ring on your finger.

You admired it, “Wow… it’s beautiful…”

“So are you.”

You kissed him without missing a beat.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

John didn’t hesitate with that.

People cheered and some jokingly wolf-whistled. Junior made a sour face.

Your wedding was magical, and despite having to say hello to every guest and dance at least twice, you were happy. So happy.

John was happy too. He had a big smile on his face the whole time, no matter what and he was so excited to call himself your husband.

Some people teased him and others were very surprised, claiming John was really out of his element.

You knew better though. You both just loved each other, and after John spilled his guts on how much he loved you in front of everyone at the altar, he couldn’t care less who saw him like this.

You just had a quick breakfast before you had to teach your first-hour class. You didn’t think anything of it as you were running a bit behind.

You were fine though, and your schedule was going smoothly, your class was taking notes as you talked about the French Revolution. Students were asking questions when needed, and most of them were paying attention.

Suddenly, you felt a wave of nausea hit you. You tried to keep it down, but you couldn’t, and immediately darted to the trash can near your desk.

Your students were murmuring among each other, unsure of what to do.

“Um… Ms. (Y/L/N)? Are you okay?”

You used a tissue to wipe your mouth and applied some hand sanitizer.

“Yeah— um—“

You couldn’t come up with an excuse though, for one of your students opened a portal and grabbed John and another teacher.

John rushed to your aid, asking if you were alright.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“I’m gonna take you to Dr. Grey. Piotr, can you watch her class for a little bit?”

“Yeah, sure.” He replied, a little unsure and worried about your well being.

John helped you out of your classroom, despite you insisting you didn’t need help.

Thankfully Jean was in the lab, so you didn’t have to go looking for her.

As you explained what happened, John sat at your side like a nervous puppy.

“Babe, I’m not going to die. I probably just ate something bad and my stomach didn’t agree with it.”

“Food poisoning is really serious—“

“It’s probably not that.”

“You rarely get sick aside from the common cold or seasonal allergies.” He reminded you.

Jean smiled, at how much John was worrying. It showed he cared.

“Have you had anything else happen to you lately?”

“I’ve been a lot more tired, and more headaches, but that’s just aging, right?”

“Probably. I’m gonna have you fill this out though, just in case.” Jean handed you a clipboard with a questionnaire attached.

You read each question, leaving a checkmark or an x, depending on what it was. You handed it back to Jean and she read it over.

“I’m gonna have you pee in a cup, just so I can test it for a few things.” Jean opened a plastic wrapping and handed you a small plastic cup.

“Bathroom’s on the right.”

You came back quickly, informing Jean you left the cup in the bathroom.

“I’ll go get that… and I should be back with your results soon.”

She walked out, leaving you and John alone.

You checked your phone, seeing some missed texts from Kitty.

KITTY: Hey

KITTY: heard you puked in class today :( you alright?

(Y/N): yeah, I’m in Jean’s lab. She’s testing my urine for something…

KITTY: oh my god! Are you pregnant?

(Y/N): What!!?

KITTY: that’s usually why they test urine. Although, when I’d go to the dr. they’d make me pee to see if there was like protein in my pee or something

KITTY: idk

(Y/N): There’s no way!

(Y/N): Well...

KITTY: *side eye emoji* didn’t you tell me your period was a little late?

(Y/N): Yeah, but that’s normal!

KITTY: You’re almost 30

(Y/N): So? Your period isn’t always regular, and we’re the same age

KITTY: I’m a lesbian. You have a husband.

You turned your phone off. What if you were pregnant again?

Obviously, you were in a good place, you would be fine having a kid. (Plus, Junior had been asking for a sibling awhile back.) You just hadn’t really discussed it with John.

Why mess up a good thing? You, know? You didn’t need another child, but you wouldn’t be disappointed.

Oh god! You were definitely pregnant and what if John didn’t want more kids? What if your body couldn’t handle carrying another baby? What if—

“Sweetheart, you’re shaking.” John’s hands held yours, trying to keep them from moving. “Are you alright? Do you feel like you’re gonna faint?”

“I might be pregnant…” You whispered. You don’t know why you whispered it.

“Are you sure?”

“My period is late— but even after five different kinds of birth controls it’s never really been on a regular schedule. Me throwing up could have been morning sickness—“

John couldn’t hide the smile on his face. You were rambling about how you were probably pregnant and how worried you were. He just held your hand, and calmly said your name.

“(Y/N), you’re gonna be okay. You’re an amazing mom, and I’m gonna be with you through all of it this time.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

Jean came back with your results.

“So?”

“You must have eaten something bad, or your period is coming up. Some women vomit during PMS.”

“Am I pregnant?” You asked.

“No, why? We’re you expecting that?”

“Oh, no. We’re not— I just thought— cause you made me pee—“

Jean shrugged as she typed on her computer. “I did test for that. But no baby…”

You nodded, asking what to do next.

John sat, lost in his thoughts. He was so excited at the thought of you being pregnant.

Do I want another kid?...

When Junior had asked for a sibling not too long ago, John said, “No way.”

Now?

“Just drink plenty of water, and bed rest. I’ll get someone to cover your classes for tomorrow after we disinfect your room. If you don’t puke or have any new symptoms within the next 48 hours, you can go back to teaching.”

“Make sure she stays in her room, okay?” Jean said to John.

“Yes, ma’am.” He half-joked.

John led you up to your shared room, shutting the door behind him.

“Lay on the bed. I’ll get you some pajamas, and then some water. How do you feel? Do you need more blankets? I’m sure I can get Bobby to cover my next class, I can cuddle with you if you’d like.”

“No, Sinjin, I’m fine, really… besides, I can make another lesson plan, or finish my book—“

“Oh no, you don’t. Jean said you needed to rest. So, that’s exactly what you’re gonna do. Even if that means I have to sit and watch you.”

“Creep,” You teased as you changed into your pajamas.

“Edward did it with Bella,” He argued, while quickly texting Bobby, asking to sub for him.

“Didn’t you say Stephanie Myer was an ‘embarrassment in the gothic romance community?’”

“Besides the point…”

“Okay, Edward Cullen.”

John removed his shoes and socks and joined you in bed, “Shut up.”

“Make me,” You teased, eyes bearing into his. John kissed your forehead.

“I would, but you puked up breakfast not even three hours ago.”

You frowned, “Then don’t cuddle with me! You’ll get sick.”

“My body is like a furnace. Most diseases don’t last in me.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

John shrugged as he draped an arm over you, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb.

You shifted a little, trying to get comfortable, before settling on a position.

“Hey, Sinjin…”

“Yeah?”

“What if I was pregnant?”

John’s hand stopped.

“We thought I was for a minute, and you looked excited, despite the fact I was freaking out… Do you want another kid?”

John flinched a little at your sharp question. “I mean… it’s your body. It’s up to you.”

“No, no, we’re in this together. Do you want another kid?”

“Honestly?... Yeah, I do. I know I was on the fence when Junior first asked, but that was months ago… I want to experience everything, and be there for you this time… do you want to have another kid?

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay… Wait— when can we— Jean said 48 hours without puking—“

You glanced over at the clock, “10:43 AM. This Wednesday.”

“Right. At exactly 10:43 AM, on Wednesday, we can have sex… Oh my god.” John laughed, somewhat disappointed and embarrassed by his words.

“What?”

“We’re like an old couple, scheduling when to have sex.”

You laughed, “Plenty of people schedule sex— remember when we were younger? We’d plan around when Bobby and Kitty wouldn’t be around so one of our rooms were empty—“

“Okay, okay… I’ll go to the store and get some viagra.”

You snorted, “Don’t think you’ll be needing that big guy.”

“You’re right. I’ll just get some extra large condoms.” John joked.

“First off, that defeats the whole point of baby-making, and second, you need small at best.”

“You wound me, woman!”

You smiled stuck your tongue out like a child.

When you were in better health, you and John didn’t waste any time— You went at it like rabbits.

You thought you’d get pregnant on the first try, seeing as you weren’t even trying for Junior, but that wasn’t the case. You had to try a few more times before getting there.

Test after test, until finally, one said positive.

You and John were so excited, not a dry eye between the two of you.

“We’re having a baby!” John held you close, his hands down at your stomach.

“I’m not showing yet, it’s too early…”

“I know, I know,” He sheepishly admitted. “I’m just excited.”

“We can’t tell anyone until the second trimester, or well, we’re not supposed to, because it’s such early development right now that something could go wrong, usually it doesn’t— but that’s what all the doctors and books and mommy blogs online say.”

John nodded, he’d read a few books, and some articles online, but he knew you’d already been to doctors before and just knew more.

“When do you think we should tell Junior?”

“How are we gonna tell Junior,” You corrected him.

“He wanted a sibling. This should be easy.”

You squinted your eyes at him. “If we start to struggle how to explain this to him, it’s all on you buddy.”

“Alright.”

John knew what was going to happen. He knew what a cesarean section was. He even watched videos, about it.

But boy, oh, boy, seeing it in person was so much different.

Your doctor let him cut the umbilical cord, which he was super nervous about. He was anxious about everything.

Was your daughter safe? What if you woke up before you got stitched up? What if you had a sudden health complication?

His mind raced as he watched your baby get cleaned off and checked on.

“Is she okay?”

“So far. We’re going to take her to the nursery to get her weighed and measured and move her mom out of the delivery room. Stay with her, when the anesthesia wears off she’s gonna be pretty sore.”

John didn’t want to leave your baby girl, but he wasn’t going to disobey your doctor.

You made it into your recovery room without any trouble, and after a few minutes, your nurse left you and John alone, saying he could visit your daughter in the nursery soon.

“I’ll wait until our friends and family get here.”

Your nurse nodded and reminded you to press the button on the side of your bed if you needed anything, before heading out the door.

You named your daughter after your other two best friends, Katherine Anne Allerdyce. John wanted to name her after you, but you argued what if you had another girl?

He got all flustered and nervous at the idea, which you found cute.

“Do you wanna hold her?” He asked Junior.

He nodded and was told to sit down in one of the chairs.

“She’s so… tiny…” He emphasized.

Everyone laughed or chuckled at Junior’s demeanor.

“She was born a few hours ago,” You reminded him.

“Oh… Yeah.”

Everyone else took turns holding her and cooing and doting over Kat.

“Aww, hello… Hello Kat… Aww, you’re so cute.”

“Bobby she’s asleep.”

“Hush let me hold my niece.”

John frowned. “She’s my child and I’ve held her less than you have.”

You rolled your eyes, “Babe, let Bobby dote.”

“Fine…”

Kitty pulled out her phone, “Let me get a picture of you guys! Bobby, John, and Katherine. I think it’ll be cute!”

“Fine, fine.” John rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.

He scooted closer to Bobby and grinned up at Kitty’s phone as the flash went off.

“Ow!” Bobby winced. “Did you have to use flash?”

“Aww… you blinked.” She pouted.

“I was blinded!”

“Hush it, you big baby. Let me take another one.” Kitty positioned her phone to take another picture again.

“No flash this time!”

“It’s not on!”

John smiled again and so did Bobby. Kitty took her photo and then admired her work.

“Aww, you guys look so cute together!”

She handed her phone to John so he and Bobby could look at the picture.

John smiled.

He looked tired, normal with age, raising a kid, and being up for hours while his wife gave birth.

But he was happy.

His life wasn’t how he thought it would be, but unplanned plans are usually the best ones.

He had a family— not just you, Junior, and Kat— but Bobby, Kitty, Alex, Rogue, and everyone else at the mansion. He had people to fall back on and that supported and loved him.

He looked over at you, talking to Alex while sipping from the straw of your hospital cup/water bottle they gave you. His heart yearned. Despite how tired you were, and how you couldn’t even walk at the moment due to giving birth not even 24 hours ago, John still thought you were the most beautiful and brave person he knew. His writing could never compare or encapture your character, no matter how hard he tried.

But it didn’t matter.

You both had what you never knew you wanted.

And you were happy.

#john allerdyce #john allerdyce x reader #pyro x reader #x-men x reader #x-men oneshot #john allerdyce x you #pyro x you #john allerdyce oneshot #pyro oneshot #x-men x you #early 2000s #original x-men movies #modified timeline #oneshot #x reader

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princecharmingtobe · 3 years

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Oh man, I realized I don’t think I shared the ridiculous shenanigans that happened in this weekend’s D&D game

Somewhat NSFW talk and brief mention of drug use below

So. For those who haven’t been keeping up, I’m playing in a game where we are a special unit in a war. The party was my human artificer, Jack, a wood elf rogue, Rowen, and a half-orc barbarian, Grarg. However recently Grarg’s player decided he didn’t like playing Grarg and wanted to switch characters. Enter Terra, a human monk with purple hair (dyed with berries, this will be important later).

So Terra’s introduction to the party is kind of funny, because she wasn’t invited to join the party. Hell, she didn’t even ask. She just kind of showed up and made herself at home. Now, Terra’s character motivation is that she is a bookworm, and noticed that in the books about war, they tended to be heavily biased toward the victor. So she joined this war because she wants to write her own book, as accurate as possible and totally unbiased. This means that she is constantly taking notes. About everything. And everyone.

In their first official interaction (the morning after Terra joined us), Terra tried to flirt with Jack to see how he would react. Jack hadn’t had his coffee yet so he just kind of brushed her off and went back to breakfast. She was not subtle about immediately writing about it in her notes, so Jack caught on. The night before she had overheard Jack asking to sleep in Rowen’s room (Both are paranoid about assassins, so since Rowen does his elf trance in a dark corner instead of the bed, Jack sleeps on the bed, acting as a decoy while Rowen acts as sort of a guard dog), so that combined with the breakfast interaction resulted in her notes on him reading “Not easily swayed by feminine wiles, probably likes men.”

Jack doesn’t actually care what people think of him or his sexuality (he’s aroace but not repulsed and uses sex as a means to an end), but he’s not impressed with her just showing up, making herself at home and taking notes on him. So he decided to mess with her. When the party found a tavern to stay at for the evening Jack picked out a conventionally attractive woman to flirt with, intending to screw with Terra’s already inaccurate data. He didn’t really expect to get anywhere, but due to a roll by the DM it was determined that this lady was Down to Fuck, and she began leading Jack to her room. Now, Jack wasn’t too concerned just yet. He figured once the door was closed he could explain the situation and hopefully the woman would play along. Buuuut then Terra decided to get involved.

Terra came over pretending to be Jack’s girlfriend, with the intention of cockblocking him, however another roll by the DM had the NPC mistake them for a couple looking for a threesome. Which she was down for. And which Terra was also down for. And Jack was just screaming internally at this point. However, he is a stubborn idiot, and felt like if he backed out now it would mean Terra “won”. Sooooo...

They fucked. Within a day of meeting each other Jack and Terra (and some nameless NPC) had a threesome. To quote the DM: “I knew you guys would fuck around this session but I didn’t know you guys would FUCK AROUND"

And all while this was happening Rowen had gone off to stock up on poisons, and apparently his poison dealer is also a drug dealer, and Rowen decided to try out some “magic cocaine”. He can cast faerie fire now!

So after their little romp Jack went outside to smoke. I should note that Terra tried to “see how much Jack could take before going catatonic”, but he rolled a high con save and she rolled low, so he was largely unbothered and she was a mess lol. While he was smoking Rowen came back and they had a chat. Jack: Get what you need? Rowen: A little more than I bargained for actually. Jack: *sighs* I can relate. Rowen: How so? Jack: I don’t wanna talk about it.

Finding that suspicious, Rowen looked him over for anything amiss and with a high roll noticed he looked more disheveled than usual, in a manner indicative of Having Fucked Recently. He made a comment about Jack being popular that evening, only for Jack to keep quiet and avoid eye contact, which is sort of uncharacteristic of him. With such a high roll, upon getting closer Rowen could actually smell Terra on him (her hair dye gives her a distinct scent).

Rowen: Really? Grape Juice (his nickname for her)? Did she bewitch you or something? Jack: *groans and brings a hand to his face* It’s complicated and I don’t want to talk about it!

I’ve joked about Jack knowing no shame but he sure knew it that night lol

After letting that go they talked about her and their mutual distrust of her. Someone joins you uninvited in the middle of a war and starts asking a lot of questions, you gotta be a little suspicious. So Rowen suggested teaching Jack drow sign language, which he picked up as part of his backstory, so that they could communicate without being eavesdropped on. It’ll be an ongoing process, but he spent an hour teaching him some basics and with a high int roll from Jack the DM has let us pick 5 short phrases he can use. We’re still deciding on what they should be. So far we have: 1. We should speak in private. 2. This person is lying. 3. Danger/Watch your back. 4. I am lying, play along

As they went to turn in for the night Terra popped her head out to ask if Jack was up for a second round. Jack just told her she couldn’t handle it and ducked into his and Rowen’s room, and Terra shrugged and went back into the NPC’s room (presumably for round 2). It’s unfortunate that she left so quickly because Rowen’s player said later that had she lingered a bit longer he would have told her “Thanks for keepin’ it warm for me” just to further mess with her, and make Jack regret his entire existence.

Couple more notable quotes:

"And that's where we're going to end our session With two of you participating in a three way And the other doing cocaine with his friend Congratulations you bunch of degenerates lmao" - DM

"shout out to our party for getting promoted by the future king, who trusts us so much... and then proceeding to spend the evening making poor life choices" - me

#dnd #d&d #dungeons & dragons #Dungeons and Dragons #Jack the Artificer

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crappyimagines · 5 years

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don’t do anything brave - steve rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader (with powers)

Summary: he specifically told you not to do anything brave yet you being you, you did something brave and caused steve to suffer major heartbreak

Warning/s: fluff, angst, death, steve is kind of an asshole, not proofread

A/N: don’t ask me why i keep making fics where the reader dies because i don’t know either LMAO. this is a oneshot btw. the cuts are gonne be annoying but whatever. hope you enjoy!

You’re partially human and you have potential.

You have what it takes and everyone sees it. That’s why everyone was shocked to see you fall and cause yourself injuries. It’s a surprise that you could even get injured.

You’re strong and powerful but apparently, you’re not invincible.

A simple bullet caused you to stumble down a building and fall meters down to the ground. You weren’t too weak to die from the impact, though. That showed off some of your not-so-mundane skills. You survived the fall but it left you severely injured.

Your lover, Steve Rogers keeps pacing back and forth just beside the hospital bed where you lay, biting his tongue to prevent himself from telling you off about being reckless and not being careful.

“Go ahead.” You smiled cheekily at the soldier. He looked at you with a frown.

“I’m ready for your lecture” you snorted, wincing a little. Steve immediately rushed to your side, asking what was wrong or what was hurting.

“Relax! I’m fine. Just a little sore.” You teased him as he scoffed and straightened his posture.

“You need to stop joking about everything, Y/N. ” he frowned.

“And you need to stop being so uptight, babe” you slurred jokingly. Steve shook his head and chuckled.

“I would chastise you but I don’t think you would even listen.” He joked.

“You’re damn right, I won’t!” you laughed.

“Language, doll. Now take some rest and heal up.” He kissed your forehead as you smiled at him.

“Okay, okay. I know how much you’ll miss me in bed.” You winked and laughed when you saw him reddening.

It didn’t take too long for you to be able to go back into doing missions. It took a lot of vexing and begging for the Captain to say yes but he came through.

You weren’t completely back to normal but you could manage.

Being stuck in that bed was awful and going on a mission will be refreshing.

“Now, doll. I expect you to be careful this time. You’re not fully healed yet so be extra cautious and-” he paused to grip your frame and made you look at him.

“Don’t do anything brave”

You gulped at his serious tone and nodded.

“I will. I promise you that I will. Now just relax and let’s kiss some ass!” you cheered and ran towards the aircraft.

Steve shook his head at your choice of words but smiled at your cheerfulness and followed you.

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It was supposed to be basic. It was supposed to be an easy mission. It was elementary. All you had to do was infiltrate the base, get the information that Fury tasked you to take, and then leave. Three easy steps. Three easy steps that you all could’ve done but hindrances were presented.

The mission only consisted of you, Steve, Sam, Nat and Bucky. Enough to do splits. You were obviously with Steve on this one. Sam went solo, and Bucky was with Nat. Sam was assigned to keep eye from above, watching the entrances to see if you got any companion. Nat and Bucky were assigned to collect the files which leaves Steve and yourself to be the guards that makes sure no casualties were to happen with Nat and Bucky.

Everything was going well. Nat and Buck got the information and went out to meet with you and Steve. The four of you were about to leave when Sam spoke.

“Cap! It’s a trap! They knew we were coming! We’re outnumbered! I’m coming in!” Sam shouted in your earpiece.

Steve stiffened and took a deep breath.

“No, Sam. It’s too dangerous if we’re outnumbered. Call for backup.” Steve commanded.

“Alright, Cap.” Sam does as he said.

The doors busted open and suddenly, you were surrounded. There was a long pause filled with heated staring contests before the fight started. Nat, Bucky, Steve, and yourself fought of every HYDRA agent and didn’t have second thoughts in killing them.

It’s either kill or be killed.

Back up came. Tony, Rhodey, and even the kid, Peter Parker came for back up. They came and everything go easier. Every HYDRA agent was down and all were good. Everyone was walking out when you saw it from the corner of your eyes. A shimmer.

A HYDRA agent holding a dagger, limping towards Peter who was conveniently the closest one to the rogue so she went for him. You were faster, though. Before she could even jab at the kid, you pushed Peter away and held the woman’s hand that was holding the dagger. She looked at you in shock but that expression turned into a smirk.

You tilted your head in confusion and that’s when you felt a sharp pain shoot through the right side of your abdomen.

You looked down to see a needle stuck to your right side and the liquid went into your body when the woman pushed the end of it.

“Got you.” she whispered.

“Ms. Y/N!” Peter yelled as he webbed the dagger from the lady’s other hand. Everyone turned to look at the both of you with shocked looks and a few gasps. Steve ran as fast as he could and was beside you in a flash, holding you up. He looked at the needle poking out of your right side and frowned.

Natasha went ahead and took care of the rogue.

“What happened?” Steve’s voice boomed.

You only winced in response, feeling your body being weaker by the second.

“The lady went out of nowhere. She was about to stab me when Ms. Y/N pushed me away and stopped the lady. The lady suddenly injected her with that when Ms. Y/N was occupied with the dagger in her other hand. I’m sorry, I didn’t m-mean to-” Peter blabbered when you did your best to reach out to him and pat his shoulder.

“It’s not your fault, kid. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” You assured him.

Are you?

Are you really fine?

Steve held you tighter which made you look at him.

“I told you not to do anything brave.” He whispered, anger and worry seeping through his tone.

You chuckled and shook your head when you started feeling faint.

“Are you okay? Doll?” Steve shook you as you blink dizzily.

“I feel weird”

“Get to the plane, now! Get Banner or Cho!” Steve barked out orders, worried about you. Steve carried you to the plane and then placed you on a small bed. A doctor came towards you and started checking your vitals and such.

You were unconscious.

You were unconscious for too long.

To say Steve was super worried is an understatement.

You’ve been unconscious for three weeks now and everyone started getting jittery.

Everyone was affected. Steve was the most affected but so was Peter.

Peter was blaming himself and Steve wasn’t helping him with it. Steve was almost implying that it was indeed, Peter’s fault. Steve became cranky as hell and everyone was either annoyed or scared. Annoyed because he’s traumatizing poor Peter and scared because no one’s ever seen the golden boy this mad. They were also worried for Steve as they were for you. Steve wasn’t handling your situation well. You needed to wake up.

You have to wake up.

As if the universe was playing tricks with everyone, the doctor announced that if you don’t wake up with in the next two weeks, it’s over. Your vitals were low and your heath rate was to low. You were only alive because of the machine. The news wasn’t well received by the team. Peter was devastated and guilty as fuck while Tony tries to cheer him up. Steve was horrible.

Steve was the most affected by this but he wasn’t giving up. He will wait. He’ll give you time. You’re a fighter. You’ll fight through this. You were always stubborn. You wouldn’t let this killer serum end you. You wouldn’t.

Steve waited. Steve was patient but then you just stopped.

You stopped breathing. Even with the machine on, you stopped.

Flat line and that deafening sound clouded Steve’s senses as he was pushed out of the room as the doctors worked on you.

‘This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.’ Were the words that kept replaying in Steve’s mind.

You can’t leave him. You can’t. You promised.

You promised.

But that was it.

You were gone.

There was a funeral.

You were buried because that’s what you wanted.

You were gone.

Peter cried at your funeral, feeling responsible for everything.

The other avengers mourned.

Steve was devastated.

What was his purpose now?

How could he move on?

Why did you have to be so stubborn?

“I told you not to do anything brave.” He whispered; pain laced in his voice.

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It’s been three days since your funeral and everyone was still in shock.

The Y/N that they knew was gone. She was always someone who was looked up to. How did it happen to be just a serum that killed you? It doesn’t make any sense but nonetheless, it killed you.

Life is full of surprises.

Life is full of surprises indeed.

That night was specifically different. The night was cold and wet. The rain was nonstop and it’s like the god of thunder himself is unleashing his wrath but Thor denied that it was him.

The night was eerie and the avengers sat in the living room, having a cozy night while Steve isolated himself in the kitchen. Everyone was drinking something hot when the A.I., Friday spoke.

“System breached. Someone is trying to enter the building.” It said.

Everyone ran down, Steve leading the group.

Like Friday said, there was indeed someone trying to break in. Pounding on the glass door was a body covered in wet mud all over.

“What the fuck? Let me in! I live here. Guys?!” the figure screamed.

Steve stiffened. Everyone stared.

“Umm. Guys what the fuck. Is this a prank?” the figure shouted.

Steve quickly went to the doors, opening it and grabbing the figure.

“Y/N?” he asked as he wiped your face with his hands.

“The one and only” your voice sounded unsure, finding the whole situation weird.

Steve didn’t waste his time as he embraced you, not caring if he got all dirty from your mud.

“Are you real? Are you really here?” he whispered. The others were just staring in confusion and in shock.

“I think so?” you answered, then added;

“I feel weird”

Steve was alerted and started to guide you inside.

“Bruce! Check her up, please?” Steve was pleading, he didn’t want to lose you again. You just came back.

You stopped Steve. “I feel weird but in a good way.” You say confusingly.

Steve nodded and led you to your shared room to wash up.

It looked the same. It was untouched. Steve slept in a guess room because he was too scared that he would sniff all you remaining smell away, as weird as that sounds. He couldn’t bring himself to sleep there so the room was left untouched.

You took a shower for the first time in a while and you savored it.

Steve got worried because you were taking too long. Maybe something happened?

“Y/N? Doll?” he knocked.

You opened the door and looked up at the super soldier.

“I’m fine, Steve. Gosh you’re still such an uneasy person, geez.” You joked.

Steve looked at you, you were wrapped in a towel and so was your hair.

“I can’t help it. I lost you once and I won’t let that happen again.” He said as he pulled you in for a heartwarming hug.

“Which reminds me. You mind telling us what happened?” Steve looked at you and you sighed.

“Yeah. Let me just put clothes on.” Steve nodded and bit his bottom lip.

“Easy, Captain. I just got back.” You joked and laughed as Steve shook his head in annoyance yet laughed at your usual cheekiness.

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“I saw everything” you started as everyone listened to you.

“Everything flashed before me and yeah. I thought that I was still in a coma but apparently, you all buried me because I have to crawl my way up to the surface.” You joked as everyone eased at your playful tone.

“So, like, there was this weird dude who claimed to be a God. Probably good friends with your pops, Thor.” You nodded at Thor as Sam snorted. Bucky elbowed the man, making him shut up.

“Apparently, I’m not human. Well, I was human until I died. Which made me what I am now.” You tried to explain, hoping that they would get the point.

“Yeah? And exactly, what are you now?” Tony questioned.

“I don’t know. I’m not boasting but apparently, I’m a demigod now.” You bit your lip as you looked at everyone’s expression. Some were confused, some were amused, some where dumbfounded. Thor was smiling as he stood up and approached you.

“Cheers to that, lady Y/N” you high fived him as everyone started bombarding you with questions.

“Look, guys. I don’t know much but it is what it is. I’m just thankful that I’m back because I’m not yet done annoying the hell out of you.” You joked and went over to Steve.

“Especially this one.” You hugged him sideways.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I miss your stubbornness.” Steve joked which caused everyone to laugh.

The night went on with all of you just talking and the next day came. Peter Parker was in the tower and by what Tony told you, you have a lot of parenting to do and you dragged Steve with you.

“Peter!” you called. The kid looked at you in shock as you laughed.

“Missed me?”you joked.

“Ms. Y/N!” the kid couldn’t help himself and launched towards you, hugging you. Only pulling away when he sensed Steve’s presence.

“I-I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to get you killed. I’m really-” you cut him off with a pat on the head.

“Peter, it’s not your fault. Really!” You elbowed Steve on the stomach as he groaned like a teen.

“Right, Captain?”you asked him. Steve sighed and nodded.

“That’s right. I’m sorry if I blamed it on you. I wasn’t aware of my emotions when all that happened and I took it out on you.” Steve looked down at Peter as Peter stared at him with wide eyes.

“It’s okay, Captain. I-I understand. We’re cool.” Peter stuttered.

“We’re cool” Steve repeated and glared at you when he heard you let out a laugh.

“Look at Captain America being so hip!” Y/N teased as she laid an arm around Peter’s shoulder.

Peter looked at you, feeling relief and happy for the first time in weeks.

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Steve looked at you as the both of you laid in bed. You were facing up and he was facing you. You turned your face towards him and chuckled.

“What?” you asked.

“I just like looking at you.” He smiled.

“Okay, Mr. Weirdo” you joked causing him to let out a hearty laugh.

“You scared us. You scared me.” He whispered. You turn your body towards him and sighed,

“I know. But I’m back and I’m not going anywhere.”

He nodded and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him so your head was against his chest and you can feel his chin on the top of your head.

“I love you.” He says as you feel his lips press on your head. You looked up at him and smiled.

“I love you more” you replied and pressed a kiss on his nose.

“Well, I love you most.” He chuckled and placed a kiss on your lips.

In that moment, everything was perfect. Ups and Downs were faced. Mostly downs but for now, everything’s perfect. Your love was perfect.

-end-

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers oneshot #steve rogers angst #steve rogers #captain america #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #captain america angst #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #peter parker x reader platonic

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xhorass · 5 years

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Things that happened in today’s d&d game:

The bard was left chained to his bed by his succubus wife. I overheard his cries for help and promptly went to sketch him in his moment of crisis. trickster clerics are fun :)

Attempted to prank the rogue’s gf, who’s the mother of the bard’s succubus wife. (I missed two sessions and that happened somehow, though it is literally the least insane thing that happened while I was gone) poured vinegar into her wine, and then promptly turned that into a new drink for our tavern, which is called the Buttery Biscuit Empirium and has a drug operation running out of its basement that employs an army of drug addicted rats who worship the Dragonborn druid (all of this, btw, happened while I was gone lmao)

Spent five weeks writing The Rat Bible for our drug addicted rats in order to improve my wisdom score. the bard suggested we call it the Torat (name still in debate for being slightly sacrilegious)

Converted the leader of the rats, who’s bipedal and named Bigsby, to the Traveller. Jester would be proud

Attended an opera that was meant to be a cover for the bard to receive a message from a guild, but quickly turned into a stealth/deception mission because the nobles who took the rogue’s daughter were also attending

Side note: we realized when the curtains rose that the opera singer was the bard’s succubus wife

In order to get past the guards for the nobles’ private viewing box, the bard charmed an old female drink server into switching clothes with him, and then he pushed her drink cart with the rogue hidden underneath into the box and left both the cart and the rogue there

Which was a fantastic plan right up until the guild delivered their message and promptly kicked us out of the opera

With some clever usage of invoke duplicity and my changeling abilities, I managed to sneak back, pretend to be the drink server, and tried to get the cart back, but ultimately failed because the nobles wanted to keep it

Got 50 gold out of it though, cause they paid me to keep it lol

The bard then decided the next logical plan would be to use a spell to make it sound like there was a bomb in the middle of the theater, which I decided to assist with by using thaumaturgy to yell “there’s a bomb”

Unfortunately as the chaos began the nobles revealed that they knew the rogue was there and kidnapped him, already gone by the time I managed to get back and look for the cart

Luckily I remembered that I had locate object prepared and used it to track him, managed to get past the guards by pretending to be one of them and followed the nobles to the roof

Back to unfortunately—the bard and wizard did not have those abilities and had to fight the guards. The wizard decided that using a fire spell in the middle of an entirely wooden opera theater was a good idea

Almost got shot by the nobles TWICE, but I held person on one of them, the rogue got free, and then they attempted to teleport but I tackled the paralyzed one so now we’ve got a hostage :)

Got teleported home by the bard’s succubus wife, who was very very upset that her husband royally fucked up her performance. Also discovered that while we were gone, Bigsby and the bard’s ghost servant, who we left in charge of the tavern, started a fighting ring in the tavern and attracted the city guard, who arrested most of our customers rip

Overall: I think we’ve gone far, far off track from the Waterdeep module. Also, our DM looked like he wanted to TPK us multiple times. Pretty sure this is the normal D&D experience though

#rey talks shit #long post #d&d

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unicyclehippo · 5 years

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the game

it was rly fun !! & i hope it was fun for my players too !

the party consists of a gnome wizard, a kenku gunslinger, an aasimar rogue, & a goat centaur bard who does know she has magic.

they had finished up a job in the city & had agreed to another contract outside of the city so they bought a map & took a portal to a drop station about halfway to the small town of erroks fall. on the walk there, they encountered some giant vultures clustered around a dead body, which they investigated, looted & buried. somehow we were cursed with very funny (not good) investigation & perception for most of the night, very amusing for me (i think we had like 10 nat 1’s in this game lmao)

they made it to the village, met some people, heard about a whole load of strange things that had been happening: soured milk, cutlery planted in gardens, missing food, a clock turned into cheese that continued to tick away (hard cheese inside, soft cheese outside), the golden goose feather of the gold goose tavern stolen. (rogue: hmm wow the most expensive item in town. wonder if that will go missing. me: you wake the following morning to find a man sobbing in the town centre, crying about how the golden goose feather has gone missing. rogue: ¯\_(ツ) )

they met a very handsome captain of the guard, a real hunk, & they followed the tracks of some missing people to a mine nearby & within they crossed through a fairy ring into the domain of a fey lord. the missing things were found, some missing people were eating the food there, none of my players succumbed to eating the food, they found the children & fought briefly with the fae & then met the fey lord whose domain they had entered. he introduced himself as lord cair & allowed them to take whatever items they could name as having been stolen. the wizard (not happy with people being charmed or led away) was a little rude & so lord cair charmed him to jump up & down. lord cair requested a boon in turn if he were to allow them to leave out of the fairy ring they had crossed - nothing too extraordinary, a find & retrieval like they seem to be so good at. they agreed & he gave some small gifts & let them leave

now they get to level up to lvl four! & they each can choose a feat in addition to levelling, a boon from the fey lord that may manifest in interesting ways

im thinking Very Seriously about giving them a simple combat session next time bc mysteries are Hard & combat is fun

#dnd tag #bastion campaign #happy tag

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artofthero · 5 years

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i made a post about this a while ago, but it got lost when i accidentally deleted the blog and i don’t think anyone reblogged it (that i could find at least)

so! i wanted to share the backstories for my hetalia/DnD au that i have so far, as well as a bit of their time as party. it’s not a complete story and some parts are lifted from other DnD shows bc i haven’t actually played much myself and don’t really have any other inspiration lmao, but i remember it being a well-received au so hopefully someone will enjoy this!

e.stonia/eduard – high elf bard

the heir to a long-standing family of elven military officers who offered their servitude to their king. the alliance had lasted so long, the position was practically hereditary. eduard studied military tactics and strategy dutifully, along with his music, but when it came to practice, he froze in the face of battle. raivis’s quick-thinking saved him and his soldiers, but he surrendered the position, ashamed of his failure and filled with dread at the thought of getting soldiers killed by his poor command. his family was equally shamed and shunned him. he left for the life of a bard, cutting his hair to signify his exile. he grew up privileged but not spoiled and adapted quickly to the lifestyle of a traveling musician. he is a studious reader and skilled with the kannel, with which he casts his spells. as a caster, he is rarely in the midst of a battle, and has proved himself a brilliant tactician from this distance

l.atvia/raivis – halfling trickster rogue

one of many street urchins who grew up in a large city. he scraped a living together through a combination of thievery and deception, using his small stature to gain sympathy, posing as a human child even as an adult. he never stole for the sake of stealing, just for survival, but became quite adept at slipping authorities by navigating through tight, small spaces. despite his skill, the life of a thief made him anxious and paranoid, and he is often quite fearful. he generally covers this with bluster and snark but can break if pushed. his greatest vice is his drinking, but his biggest virtue is his loyalty. though he struggles to make friends due to his paranoia, once he makes them, he will fiercely stand by them in the face of danger

l.ithuania/toris – tiefling sorcerer

his family’s demonic bloodline had remained dormant for several generations, so when he was born with demonic features, it was a horrifying surprise and he was abandoned, perceived as a bad omen. he was found by a traveling family and adopted, raised by the eldest sister, a cleric named katya, alongside her younger siblings, ivan and natalia. they helped him train and hone his inherent demonic magic, eventually finding he could channel it safely through amber. he grew up cared for, but his presence often created trouble for his adopted family. the guilt eventually drove him to leave, thinking they were better off without him, and he became a mercenary sorcerer, facing a lot of hardships on the battle field. having seen some of the worst of life, he aims to be kind and peaceful when possible, but will fight when needed

a.merica/alfred – human champion fighter

a native resident of a small village that bordered on two rival principalities, along with his twin brother matthew. as part of a farming family, he grew up doing significant physical labor and became very strong and durable. frustrated at the abuse his friends and neighbors suffered at the hands of both principalities’ armies, he began standing up to the soldiers, picking fights and often ending up beaten, bloody, and lying in the dust. however, he remained determined to defend his home and neighbors, training and continuing to fight until both armies went from seeing him as a pest to a threat. along with his brother, he drove the soldiers out of the town, even facing off against the armies’ officers. together, they chased the armies out and warned the princes to leave their home out of their petty fighting, lest there be consequences. incredibly brave, bordering on foolishness, he will rush headlong into battle, especially if someone needs to be defended. he has a strong sense of justice and makes friends easily. his fighting style is as loud and boisterous as he is, swinging his fists wildly and wielding massive weapons with ease

c.anada/matthew – human druid

a native resident of a small village that bordered on two rival principalities, along with his twin brother alfred. as part of a farming family, he grew up close to nature and animals, finding a deep respect for the natural world. frustrated at the abuse his friends and neighbors suffered at the hands of both principalities’ armies, he slipped into the surrounding forests to learn magic from the local fae, mastering the druidic arts. he grew powerful, especially after finding his familiar – a massive white bear being dragged around by one of the armies as a living weapon, which matthew freed and befriended. along with alfred, he drove the soldiers from their town, and made clear to the princes that their home would no longer be a part of their fight. generally quiet and reserved, he tends to be calm and logical, but has a sharp sense of humor. his magic tends to manifest through trees and ice

u.kraine/katya – human cleric

a traveling healer, she fled a destructive fire in her hometown with her two younger siblings, only to return to find they had no home to go back to. softhearted and strong, she prefers not to fight but will stand firm when needed. she worries often for her family, and sometimes fails to take proper care of herself because of it. ultimately, all she wants is a happy and safe life for the people she cares for

r.ussia/ivan – human caster (warlock? wizard? unsure)

fleeing his burning home with his sisters as a child, ivan grew up without much, and became very protective of what he did have. after he and his siblings took in toris, he began to quietly resent the tiefling for his inherent skills in magic. when toris left, he became determined to keep his sisters safe, seeking magical artifacts to use as weapons. though usually amicable and friendly, something dark lurks under the surface, something a more malicious artifact seems to be taking advantage of

b.elarus/natalia - human rogue

forced to flee her home due to a devastating fire when she was very young, natalia has grown up going from place to place with her older brother and sister, never quite knowing what “home” was. she has difficulty forming attachments outside her family and can come across as distant and forceful. though not an assassin by trade, she certainly wields the knife and stealth skills of one. she cares deeply for her siblings, especially her brother, who she fears is going down a dark path

eduard and eaivis met first, while eduard was still living with his family. raivis attempted to pickpocket him but was caught by family guards and quite violently roughed up. eduard stepped in, saying he was just a street urchin who didn’t know better (which raivis didn’t appreciate but he did appreciate eduard getting the guards to stop). the family demanded some form of penance though, and raivis was “appointed” as eduard’s attendant (it was either that or a dungeon…). though he was bitter at first, eduard proved to be kind and sensible, and raivis grew fond of him. he was the one to snap eduard out of his shock in his first battle, keeping his senses about him so he could call a retreat

as a mercenary, toris was hired to fight in the same battle as eduard’s failed debut and consoled him at the camp after the retreat. following his exile, raivis chose to stay with eduard, much to the latter’s surprise, saying he had no idea how to live out in the world and he needed some street smarts to survive. they sought out Toris, still staying nearby, and the three set out to adventure

on their travels they came across alfred and matthew’s village, under siege from the two rival principalities who aimed to starve out the pests who kept interrupting their fight. they slipped through the blockades and helped the two brothers fight their way out from the inside, dealing significant damage to both armies. assured that the princes were gone for good, alfred and matthew joined up with them

the party met up with toris’ adopted family by chance in what was a relatively happy reunion, but toris noticed something was off. ivan had gotten a hold of an artifact called the ring of winter, which gave him elemental power over ice and snow but subtly manipulated him, and it was already making katya and natalia uneasy. before long, ivan’s paranoia and jealousy, exacerbated by the ring, got the better of him and he turned on the rest of the party, only breaking its grip when natalia managed to sever the finger on which he wore the ring

from here on, the story is still unknown. but, i may be adding to this in the future!

#hetalia #aph estonia #aph latvia #aph lithuania #aph america #aph canada #aph ukraine #aph russia #aph belarus #aph baltics #aph na bros #aph kieven rus siblings #dungeons and dragons #nations and dragons #not art

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chibicrow · 5 years

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This is the other ship request @breakdawn-avenue had sent. But uh. It was getting VERY lengthy, beyond the “mini-fic” parameters so I just. decided to make the fic (which might get expanded even more at some point lmao) its own post.

(it’s nearly 2,000 words fam.......... so......)

all I gotta say is GET YOUR TISSUE BOXES READY B/C BOI WAS I IN A MOOD WHEN I WROTE MOST OF THIS LMAO...... (it was the “playmaker’s unconscious” part of the episode summaries that set me off ok)

also I just want y’all to know I wrote the bulk of this well before episode 93 and wrote the final part after 93 and I’m definitely not okay. ;A;

anyway uh. I hope y’all like this in spite of the intense despair LMAO.

#16 things you said with no space between us (Datastorm)

Ryoken had sworn he would never again set foot in another hospital. His naivete had placed six kids there. Many were sent here during the Another incident. His crimes are too obvious here.

Yet, all who had come with him to face the rogue Ignis - and had fallen - are here. As the ringleader of the group, he felt obligated at least to visit those who had gone along with his risk-filled mission, his desire to wipe out the errant Ignis who had caused so much trouble. Oddly enough, Homura - Soulburner in Link VRAINS - was the only one who had made it out of the battle physically unscathed. The only one to whom he had, in his own way, made a conscious effort to apologize.

He grit his teeth at the realization.

He had already visited Blue Maiden - Zaizen, who was no stranger to hospitals or the Lost Incident. The doctors informed him she was showing signs of progress, already having woken up and taken small bites of food, though she still fatigues easily. This was good for him - it would mean that the older brother wouldn’t throw as hard of a punch if he ever saw him walking around. Or recognized him, for that matter.

And Spectre was … well, Spectre. He had maintained a severe brain injury upon returning to the real world, but his sense of bad joke telling was also as severe as ever. At least, whenever Ryoken visited with the rest of the Knights of Hanoi. If Ryoken is by himself, Spectre toned it down, oddly regretful of having been taken out by “that Ignis,” he would say. If he had been obsessed with destroying the Ignis as before, he would have affirmed Spectre’s regret. But, he just couldn’t bring himself to criticize him. Not for losing to Lightning. Not when he had accomplished Extra Link Full Mode.

He was a comrade … a friend.

But, even with the others having woken up, there was still one who has yet to regain consciousness, even after three weeks. And it, admittedly, was eating at him with each deliberate step. Every step toward his door - that was probably still closed - filled Ryoken with feelings he’d been suppressing all along: sadness, guilt, anger.

Fear.

He had been to the hospital so many times, he didn’t have to ask the nurses where the room was (as it was sectioned way off from the others) or the room number. It was ingrained in his memory:

01386 Fujiki, Yusaku

Ryoken’s icy blue eyes stared at the sign. If he stared at it long enough, the door would be opened. Catching himself, he put a hand to his forehead.

“What am I, eight years old?“ he laughed, leaning his head back.

At that moment, one of the nurses appeared, carrying a clipboard. Her brown eyes stared into his, as if he had intruded upon her work.

“I’m sorry. Are you here to see someone?” she asked, her apology sounding forced.

“Yes. The person in this room,” he replied, pointing to the sign.

She raised her eyebrow. “Fujiki, huh? ‘fraid I can’t let you do that. Doctor’s orders, “ she replied curtly.

Ryoken sighed. The expected response, the one he’d gotten every time he’s been at the hospital, and the one he didn’t understand. It’s not like his condition’s contagious, so what’s the deal? Still, he knew better than to argue with the nurse, so he said, “I understand. If you’ll excuse me.”

He had made it past several rooms, past the main corridor, trying to not let the disappointment express itself outwardly. What was he feeling disappointed for, anyway? What was he surprised about? Out of all of them, Playmaker was the most traumatized from this whole ordeal; physically, mentally, emotionally. Even if he wakes up, even if his physical state heals in a timely manner, there were the other two states to consider. It’s very likely that he’ll be locked up one way or another for a while. Months at the very least, a couple of years at most.

Ryoken sighed, sighed in a way that he never thought he was capable. A high-pitched sigh.

He was nervous. And regretful.

To think the past would come back and bite him like this.

And to think he was hurt because of him.... again.

The white-haired man made his way to the floor exit when he heard a loud swish and a low-pitch voice yelling, “He’s - he’s awake!” He turned around at the source of the noise and saw a handful of other doctors and nurses make their way to what looked like the room he was just in front of.

Was he finally….?

Ryoken calmly walked back, in the midst of all the hurrying medical staff, stopping right in front of Playmaker’s room. The door was opened, but he couldn’t see anything out of the side of his eye, other than a mass of white coats. The white-haired teen could vaguely decipher the mumble of rapid-fire questions the staff was throwing at the patient.

“What happened to you?”

“How are you feeling?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

He’s awake... Ryoken realized, a little on the glad side. An involuntary smile escaped as he made his way to the right of the door, waiting for his chance to see for himself. It’s not like he had any other obligations that day.

The doctors paraded out of the door, as suspected, and Ryoken used the chaos to slip inside, momentarily blinded by just how bright the room was, even brighter than the main hospital hall. When his eyes adjusted, he saw Playmaker sitting upright, slightly slouching, drinking probably some water.

“Playmaker...” Ryoken exhaled, a little too loudly.

The bedridden teen nearly dropped his cup at the sound and jerked his head towards him.

“Revolver?!” he gasped. As if he overexerted himself, he grabbed his head in pain. Ryoken gave a noise of disapproval.

“You should really take it easy,” he said, walking towards him, pulling up a chair. “You’ve been out cold for a month.”

“Wha-What are you doing here?” the other asked, still clutching his head.

He sighed, having expected the question, but had had no response prepared.

“Your friend Soulburner asked me to check on you. That’s all,” he lied. While it was true he and Soulburner did have a conversation prior to Ryoken stopping by, it was more about the safety of the Ignis. In fact, it’d probably kill Soulburner to find out he was here.

But Playmaker didn’t need to know that.

The bed-ridden teen looked at Ryoken for a moment before taking another gulp of water.

“What about Kusanagi-san? His brother?” he asked. “And Lightning. What happened?”

Ryoken sighed. Another round of questions he expected. These he had answers to, but he wasn’t sure he wanted Playmaker to know what those were. Although the Kusanagis were safe in physical terms, their mental states were up in the air. He had Vyra and Ghost Girl look into their condition, but it could be weeks, maybe months, before they comes up with a solution.

As for Lightning... Even he wasn’t sure what had happened, although it probably means it won’t be a threat for a while. It was nothing Playmaker needed to worry about.

“You just focus on getting better,” he replied. “When you do that, I’ll tell you.”

Playmaker’s eyes narrowed. “Something happened, didn’t it? You’re hiding something.”

“Playmaker...”

“I just want to know if Kusanagi-san and his brother are okay, and you won’t tell me?”

“It’s for your own good -”

“Some good!” he spat, throwing an arm and catching Ryoken off-guard. He never raised his voice like this with him - at least, not that high-pitched. “I’ve been out since who knows when and I don’t know what’s going on, and keeping me in the dark is supposed to make me feel better?”

Ryoken bit his bottom lip. “I never said it’d make you feel better. I said it was for your own good.”

“For crying out loud,” he said, and Ryoken braced himself for another verbal assault - he did deserve it, after all. But, instead, he felt a shaky hand grip his. Looking up, he saw Playmaker, his body shivering.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare go anywhere,” he said, his voice trembling.

Ryoken knew intellectually that he had suffered severe emotional damage, but to experience it up-close...

He could feel all the mental and emotional barriers he had built up crumbling. He thought he had been beyond feeling compassion and empathy. He thought he had thrown those feelings away, all for the mission his father left behind for him. He thought he had genuinely changed in those ten years, to atone for what he indirectly his father through after the Lost Incident.

And maybe he did change.

But was it really worth putting Playmaker - putting Yusaku through this, over and over again? For ten years?

Casting aside his duties as the leader of the Knights of Hanoi, casting aside the mission entrusted to him by his father, Ryoken decided he was going to put himself first, and not cling to the past. He stood up from his chair.

“Where are you goin-”

“Can you get up?” Ryoken interjected. Yusaku raised an eyebrow, but didn’t respond as he slowly moved to the side, carefully placing both feet on the ground. He was a little wobbly standing up, but, for someone who’s been out for a month, he was better than expected.

“Revolver, what’s the meaning of thi-” he started to say, but Ryoken took the moment to wrap the other in a tight embrace. He felt the other stiffen, probably processing what was happening, but then relax and return the hug. The only sound that could be heard was the light humming coming from the other side of the door and Yusaku’s sniffling, which gradually turned into hiccuping sobs.

Ryoken knew this wouldn’t fix everything he’d done, but just being there for him would be a start.

“I’m so sorry, Yusaku.”

#breakdawn-avenue #natsumi's fanfiction #datastormshipping #kogami ryoken #fujiki yusaku #now if you'll excuse me i'll be bawling my eyes out

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