Request: “Can you do a Warren x Reader where you and Warren knew each other from way back. You two use to be a couple until one day you disappeared. Then after the apocalypse Warren started attending Xavier’s School. Few weeks later you come in the school as a new student and when Warren finds out he is thrilled because he hasn’t seen you for so long but what he doesn’t know is that you have amnesia (it’s so bad Charles can’t help). So he tries everything he can to do to help you get your memories.”
Warnings: Besides, cage fighting, none I don’t think
A/N: This was fricken cute, I love it
You bounced up
and down nervously, waiting for your turn in the cage. Your boyfriend, Warren,
was on his ninth fight of the night, and if he won this one, it would soon be
your turn.
The
cheers of the crowd signaled the end of the fight, the guard, turning to you.
They spoke in harsh German, pushing you up to the cage. Warren was just
exiting, his face soaked in sweat and his usually pristine white wings smeared
with dust and grime. He gave you one quick kiss before the guard shoved him
away.
“Knock
‘em dead, Y/N!” he called. You grinned.
“You
know I will.”
The
crowd roared as you stepped into the cage, putting a game face on. No matter
how much you hated fighting, you had to admit you were good at it. And everyone
knew it.
The
announcer spoke in German, you preparing to fight whatever mutant they threw
in. You tensed up when the cage opened, a pack of guards throwing a small girl
in. She looked at you, frightened. You summoned up your powers of electricity,
uttering a small, “I’m sorry.” The girl looked at you with wide eyes,
scrambling backwards. You put your right hand to the electrified cage,
absorbing the electricity. You yelled, expelling it towards the girl, the air
filling with the crackle of lighting. The girl screamed, just managing to avoid
the blast. You prepared to do the same, but the girl retaliated quickly. She
threw a blast of fire at you, the heat searing the side of your face as you dodged,
gritting your teeth. She was a pyrokinetic.
You
circled around her, building up enough electricity to shock the entire cage. It
would be a quick end to the fight. But you underestimated the girl, her
recovering quickly and summoning up a huge firestorm. You released your
electricity, but it fizzled out, you screaming as the fire burned your left
arm, knocking you to the ground. The girl walked up to you, taking her time.
She held a ball of fire in each hand, her expression hard. You put up your hands,
your entire left side burning.
“I
yield,” you said, watching the girl slowly relax, her fire disappearing. You
grinned. She had bought the lie. No one yielded in the cage.
You
surged upward, summoning every last bit of strength you had left in you. The
cage exploded, sparks flying. You stepped toward her, letting the power build
up before you released it, an explosion ripping through the air as she tried to
counter with her own fire. You coughed as smoke began to drift up where the
girl was, her body completely hidden. She had to be finished; no one could
sustain that much power.
But
you were wrong. You heard a scream from behind you, you just turning around to
see her run around you, shoving you into the cage. You screamed as the
electricity filled your body, too much for your powers to contain. You dropped
to the ground, smoke furling off your body. You curled up in a ball, your
vision wavering in and out. You could faintly hear the crowd gasping, then
cheering for the new girl. You winced when you felt someone grab you roughly,
hauling you to your feet.
“You’re
finished,” a rough German voice hissed into your ear. You stumbled out of the
cage, trying vainly to get out of the man’s grip. You could hear Warren
screaming behind you, the guards trying to subdue him.
“Y/N!”
he screamed, reaching for you. You managed to turn, pushing against the man.
“Warren!”
you were too weak to fight, your body completely drained. The last thing you
remember seeing was someone hitting Warren in the head, dropping him as your
vision went black.
{——-}
“I
think you’ll love the school.”
The man in the
driver’s seat next to you spoke optimistically, telling you of all the things
the school offered. You sighed, looking out of the window at the rolling green
fields of Westchester. Hank McCoy, the man driving, had been talking on and on
for hours. He had picked you up from the streets of some town of Germany,
someone called Charles Xavier having told him where you were.
You
couldn’t remember anything before that. You could faintly recall someone
yelling your name, but that was it until you woke up on the wet pavement in
Germany, burned badly. You had managed to survive for about a year stealing,
your burns healing into faint scars. You had kept a low profile, living on what
little memories you had of your former life.
“We
might be able to cure your amnesia,” he said. You spun around, hope burning
through you.
“How?
Do you really think you can?” you spoke quickly, excited. Hank turned onto a
grave driveway.
“Professor
Xavier is telepathic. He may be able to restore your memories.”
You
nodded, turning to look outside the window at the huge building up ahead. You
nearly launched out of the car when Hank finally parked in the garage below the
school, leading you up to halls bustling with kids.
“Xavier’s
office is at the end of the hall,” Hank explained. “We’ll see what he can do.”
You
nodded, weaving your way through the crowd. You frowned when you saw someone up
ahead, their mouth open and their eyes wide. They were staring directly at you.
“Y/N?”
the blond boy whispered, his metal wings clanking. You frowned. You didn’t
recognize him.
“Do
you know Warren?” Hank asked, confused. You shook your head. “I- I don’t
remember him.”
Warren
shoved through the crowd, taking your face in his hands.
“Oh
my God, you escaped,” he said. You narrowed your eyes. “Escaped where? I
don’t…”
“From
the cage! I thought they were going to kill you,” Warren breathed. He pulled
you in for a hug, holding your head against his chest. You tensed up, stepping
away when he let you go.
“I
don’t know you,” you said.
“What?”
The pain on Warren’s face was unbearable. You shook your head. “I don’t
remember you, I’m sorry. Who are you?”
“Warren,”
he said desperately. “We fought together, in Germany.” His voice grew softer.
“We loved each other.”
“I
still don’t-“
Hank
cut you off, putting an arm in front of you.
“Y/N
had lost their memories. We’re taking them to Charles.” Hank spoke softly, as
if he didn’t want you to hear.
“What
do you mean?” Warren asked.
“Whatever
happened to them in Germany, they took their memories,” Hank explained. “You
seem to have known them.”
Warren
nodded. “I did.”
“Then
you can come with us to see Charles. Maybe you’ll help.” Hank motioned for you
to follow him, Warren falling in behind you. You kept your head down, ignoring
the students who stared at you as you passed. Hank reached the door at the end
of the hallway, knocking. A voice called for you to enter, Hank turning the
knob.
You
walked into the office hesitantly, a man in a wheelchair greeting you.
Bookshelves lined the walls, various pictures among them. A window gave a wide
view out onto the grounds where students were playing and practicing their
mutant abilities. The man motioned for you to sit in the chair in front of his
desk, Hank taking the other one. Warren stood a little ways behind you, his
arms crossed.
“So,
you’re Y/N,” he said. You nodded, shaking his offered hand. “I’m Charles
Xavier. I may be able to restore the memories you lost.”
“I
hope you can,” you said, aware of Warren’s presence.
“Here,
let me try.” Xavier wheeled out from behind his desk, coming to a stop next to
you. He reached out his hands, touching the side of your head gently. He took a
deep breath, you closing your eyes. You could feel him in your mind, picking
out memories and various dreams. But after a minute, nothing changed. You
opened your eyes to see a sorrowful Charles, his eyes soft.
“Whoever
took your memories, they did a good job of it. I’m afraid I can’t bring them back,”
he apologized. You stood up, almost knocking your chair over.
“But
you have to! I can’t remember anything, it’s like I’m a ghost, I don’t exist,”
you felt your eyes prick with tears. Charles shook his head.
“I
can’t do anything, I’m sorry.”
Your
breath became quick, your heartbeat speeding up. You were stuck in your own
mind.
“I
can try,” Warren said. He stepped forward, Charles turning to look at him.
“I
knew them a while ago, we were close. I can try and recall the memories, or at
least tell them about them.”
Charles
nodded hesitantly, glancing at you.
“Are
you okay with this?”
You
met Warren’s eyes. “I’ll do anything.”
Over
the next few months, Warren tried everything to recall your memories; even
recreating some of the dates the two of you went on. But nothing helped. The
only thing that felt familiar was Warren. You could faintly remember his touch,
the feeling of his arm around you. You began to trust him a lot more, the two
of you growing closer and closer. Warren refused to give up, and he never did.
One
night, the two of you were on the roof of the school, the stars shining above
you in a clear indigo sky. You were seated in Warren’s lap, his arms tight
around you. You rested your head back on his chest, his breath stirring your
hair.
“What
do you remember?” he asked. You took a deep breath, recalling what shreds of
memories were left over.
“I
remember feelings, emotions,” you whispered. “I remember being held by someone
when I was hurt, the screams of a crowd, the feeling of someone’s lips on
mine.” You twisted to look up at Warren. “I remember you now, making sure the
guards treated me right, bandaging my wounds, training with each other. But its
just flashes, nothing else.”
“We’ll
keep trying,” Warren said, running a gentle hand up your arm where the faint
burn marks remained from an event you couldn’t remember.
“How
did I get the scars?” you asked. Warren’s hand paused.
“It
was the night you were taken, the last time I saw you, and you had to fight a
pyrokinetic. They beat you in the cage, burning you badly. The guards took you
out. You had lost the fight, you see. And if you lost, you were killed.”
You
shuddered, from cold or fear, you couldn’t tell. But Warren wrapped his arms
tighter around you, his jacket encompassing both of you.
“I
tried to reach you, but the guards knocked me out. I’ve regretted the day ever
since. You were part of the reason I joined Apocalypse. I had this weird
instinct to protect you, to find you. And becoming stronger just influenced
that.”
“You
know, no one blames you for joining him, right?” you said, holding his hand
tightly. Warren nodded, sighing.
“I
know.”
“Good.”
You
looked into his eyes, your fluttering shut as he leaned closer, pressing his
lips hesitantly to yours. The two of you hadn’t kissed since you came to the
school, but it felt so familiar to you. The two of you fit together perfectly,
his lips moving soundly against yours as you deepened the kiss, melting into
him. You gasped when suddenly a wave of memories hit you, from a girl who wove
fire to fighting in the cage, to staying with Warren in a cold, concrete room,
laughing in his arms.
“What
is it?” Warren said worriedly. Your faces was just inches from his, your eyes
wide.
“I
remember. I remember everything,” you spoke quickly, your hand still on Warren’s
face. Warren grinned wider than you had ever seen.
“You
do?” he asked, standing up in surprise. You nodded, pulled to your feet with
him.
“I
do.”
Warren
laughed, swinging you up into his arms, spinning you around.
“I
told you we could do it!” he said. You kissed him again, his hands securely
against your back.
“I
love you,” you whispered against his lips. “Thank you for never giving up.”
“I
love you too,” Warren said, holding you tight against him, holding your head
against his chest, his face tucked into the side of your neck. “I’ll never let
you go again.”
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