Do you think we’re together in every universe? (Rogue x Reader)
A Night Above the Stars
(90's x-men Rogue)
It was a warm evening, and the sky was painted with streaks of soft pinks, oranges, and purples as the sun set over New York City. Y/n hovered over the skyscrapers on a gleaming energy construct shaped like a flying carpet. Beside her, Rogue leaned back, resting on her elbows with a relaxed smile, the cold evening breeze rustling her auburn hair with its signature white streak.
"This... this is Beautiful, sugar," Rogue drawled, glancing sideways at Y/n with a half-smirk. Her Southern accent lilted, playful and teasing. "Ah gotta admit, Ah've had some wild ideas for a date, but this? Sittin’ on a flyin' piece o' magic energy in the sky? Ya outdone yaself, darlin'."
Y/n gave a soft laugh, flexing her fingers slightly to adjust the smooth energy flow beneath them. "Only the best for you,Love. I figured we deserved a quiet night away from the world trying to kill us."
Rogue’s emerald-green eyes twinkled with amusement. "Ah reckon it’s better than fightin’ Sentinels or dealing with Magneto’s Brotherhood." She shifted closer, bumping her shoulder gently against Y/n’s. it was a suttle but safe move as their clothes protected her
Y/n She extended her hand to Rogue, and their fingers brushed—a fleeting touch, but enough to send a shiver down Rogue’s spine. They couldn’t indulge in prolonged contact—Rogue’s mutant powers were always a constant barrier they both wished to get rid off.
Y/n’s smile faltered for a moment, sensing the distance Rogue always had to maintain. "I wish I could—" she began, but Rogue cut her off, her voice gentle but firm.
"Don’t go blamin' yerself for what neither of us can change," Rogue whispered. "This is nice, just like it is. Ah don't need more than this."
The two of them drifted in silence, the stars beginning to peek through the velvet curtain of night. Y/n shifted the construct into a slow glide, taking them over the sparkling city lights below. Rogue tilted her head back to admire the stars.
“Ah don’t know what Ah did ta deserve ya, sugar… but thank ya fer stayin’. Means more than Ah can say,” Rogue said, her voice soft. “Most people, they get scared soon as they figure out Ah ain't exactly the touchin' kind.”
Y/n arched a brow with a playful grin. "Well, I’m not 'most people,' am I?"
Rogue chuckled at that, the sound a low, melodic hum. "No, darlin'. Ya most certainly ain’t."
They spent the rest of the evening floating across the sky, wrapped in the quiet joy of each other’s company, savoring a moment of peace neither of them got often.
The Price to Pay
It had barely been days since the battle on Liberty Island, and the aftermath of Magneto’s attack had left the X-Men regrouping. The world hadn’t gotten any safer, and neither had life as a mutant. Y/n stood outside the mansion, lost in thoughts as she recalls the recent events, in their short time knowing each other they had become close. She could’ve lost rogue that night and that thought was keeping her awake, she had created dancing figures with her powers trying to distract herself.
When Rogue emerged from the mansion, her face lit up at the sight of Y/n. "I was wonderin' where you went," Rogue said softly, wrapping her coat tighter around herself. Turning around Y/n made the constructs disappear
Y/n smiled and reached for her hand—a simple gesture, but one that carried so much weight between them. Rogue hesitated, pulling her gloved hand away slightly. "Y/n... you know what happens when I—"
"I know," Y/n interrupted gently. She pulled off her own glove, exposing her bare hand. "I want to touch you, Rogue. I don't care if it hurts."
Rogue’s expression was pained. "It ain’t just hurtin’, Y/n. I could kill ya."
Y/n stepped closer, determination flickering in her gaze. "You won’t. I trust you."
With a shaky breath, Rogue reached out and let her fingers brush against Y/n’s skin. The contact was electric—painful, overwhelming, and dangerous—but Y/n gritted her teeth through the pain. She could feel her energy slipping away, her life force being siphoned, but she didn’t let go. It was Rogue the one who pulled away worried for Y/n’s safety
Y/n’s hand start to glow her powers instinctively healing the damage. Rogue gasped, she knew well Y/n’s power didn’t healed her unless it was a big damage. "You... you are glowing, a bit longer and you .." she was interrupted by Y/n
"don’t worry, It’s nothing" Y/n said with a soft smile, though her voice was strained. The pain was intense, but being able to touch rogue was worth it. "It doesn’t matter if it hurts, for you I would endure this pain a hundred times over”
Rogue blinked back tears. "Y/n... I don't deserve you."
Y/n leaned in closer, pressing a feather-light kiss to Rogue's gloved hand. "You deserve everything, Anna-Marie."
Rogue’s breath hitched at the sound of her real name, and before she could stop herself, Y/n leaned in, pressing her lips to Rogue’s. The kiss was filled with all the longing they had held back for too long. Rogue was lost in the sentiment, and Y/n refused to let go, as her face started to glow
Breaking the Barrier
(evolution)
The day had arrived—Rogue’s birthday. Y/n had been planning this for weeks, practicing her energy constructs tirelessly until she could maintain a precise force shield around herself. She wanted to give Rogue a gift no one else ever could: a touch without fear.
Rogue stare at herself in the mirror, glancing nervously toward the door. She had no idea what Y/n had planned but she sounded excited, but her heart raced with anticipation. When Y/n finally entered, she had a mischievous grin on her face.
"Happy birthday, Rogue," Y/n said softly, stepping closer.
Rogue tensed instinctively as Y/n reached out to her. "Y/n, ya can't—"
Before she could finish, Y/n wrapped her arms around her in a tight embrace. Rogue froze, waiting for her powers to take effect on Y/n, but... nothing happened. No draining, no pain on Y/n’s face—just warmth.
"How...?" Rogue whispered, stunned.
Y/n pulled back slightly, grinning. "I’ve been practicing. I made a force field, just thin enough to cover me but still strong enough to block your powers." It wasn’t until then that rougue saw the smallest hint of a glow covering Y/n’s body
Rogue’s eyes filled with unshed tears. "Y/n... this is..."
"Shh," Y/n whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Rogue’s forehead. "You deserve to feel normal, at least for tonight."
Rogue sniffled, wiping her eyes quickly. "Ah swear, if ya make me cry on mah birthday..."
Y/n chuckled and took her hand. "C’mon. I’ve got a date planned, and there is no time to waste."
The day went on faster than what either of the girls wanted, they tried everything that Y/n could think of, The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of freshly bloomed flowers from the garden surrounding the Xavier Institute. Rogue still held Y/n's hand as they walked slowly toward the small hill overlooking the grounds. For once, Rogue felt like herself—no barriers, no fears—just her and Y/n. Every step they took hand in hand felt surreal.
“Ah still can't believe ya did this,” Rogue whispered, glancing down at their interlocked fingers. Her thumb brushed over Y/n's knuckles in a soft, absent motion she had never allowed herself before. "All this time, Ah thought we'd never—"
"I told you, Rogue," Y/n said with a warm smile. "I was gonna figure it out one way or another. I just needed a little time... and a lot of practice."
Rogue's lips curled upward into a small smile, and she gave Y/n’s hand a light squeeze. "Ya really outdid yerself, sugar."
They reached the top of the hill, and Y/n waved her hand, summoning a shimmering blanket of glowing energy. The light shifted into patterns like constellations, twinkling faintly. Y/n pulled Rogue gently down onto the energy-blanket with her, the soft hum of Y/n’s power surrounding them.
Rogue sat cross-legged, her heart still racing from the thrill of holding hands without fear. The moment felt too perfect—like a fragile dream she was afraid to wake from. "Ah've been dreamin' about this kinda thing forever," Rogue admitted quietly. "But Ah never really let myself believe it could happen."
Y/n leaned closer, brushing a strand of white hair out of Rogue’s face. "Believe it now."
For a moment, neither of them spoke. They just sat there, wrapped in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence, under the blanket of stars. It was such a simple thing—something most couples took for granted—but to Rogue, this night was magic.
"You know, there’s somethin’ Ah wanna try," Rogue said softly, her green eyes flickering with nervous excitement.
Y/n raised a curious brow. "What’s that?"
Rogue hesitated for a moment before leaning forward. She cupped Y/n’s cheek with her gloved hand, slowly removing the glove with a deliberate motion. The cool night air kissed her bare palm.
Y/n’s breath hitched, but she didn’t move away. Rogue placed her hand carefully against Y/n’s cheek—just her skin, no powers, no pain.
"Ah still can’t believe Ah’m touchin' ya," Rogue whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. " It’s real. Yer really here. And... Ah ain't hurtin' ya..." Rogue’s voice cracked, her green eyes shimmering with disbelief. "It doesn’t feel real, ya know? Like Ah'm gonna wake up and none of this ever happened."
Y/n leaned into the touch, closing her eyes. "It’s real, Rogue. All of it."
Rogue’s heart felt like it might burst. The overwhelming joy of finally being able to touch someone—someone she loved—was too much to contain. Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them away quickly. "Yer incredible, Y/n," she whispered.
"And you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen," Y/n replied softly, her voice filled with warmth.
Without hesitation, Rogue leaned in and kissed her—slowly, gently, savoring every second. And for the first time in her life, Rogue didn’t have to hold back. No fear, no pain—just love.
Rogue smiled—a rare, unguarded smile. " this is the best birthday Ah’ve ever had."
They stayed on the hill for hours, talking, laughing, and holding each other close, until the night melted into morning and the first rays of sunlight began to peek over the horizon. For the first time in a long time, Rogue felt truly free.
Shattered Trust
(warning not Wanda Friendly)
The reader adjusted the edge of her worn X-Men uniform, her fingers brushing over the insignia she hadn’t worn in months. Not since that day…the Day were thousands of her people died all for the actions of a witch, She stood at the edge of the ruined battlefield, her heart heavy with grief and anger. This was supposed to be a triumphant moment—the X-Men back together, mutants united again. But it didn’t feel like a victory. Not to Y/n, anyway.
The Avengers stood across from them, some in their battle-worn uniforms, others trying to make peace. And among them, Y/n’s gaze landed on Rogue—the woman she loved—standing at Wanda Maximoff’s side. Wanda, the same woman responsible for the catastrophic loss of mutant lives during M-Day. The same woman who had destroyed everything Y/n held dear.
"Rogue," Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible as she took a shaky step forward.
Rogue’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, everything else disappeared—the Avengers, the X-Men, the world itself. It was just the two of them, staring across the divide that had grown between them. "Y/n..." Rogue’s voice was quiet but warm she half expected Y/n to answer with the same love but she was wrong
"You’re working with her," Y/n said, her voice cracking. "After everything she did... after what we lost—"
Rogue stepped forward, her hands raised in a placating gesture. "Y/n, it ain't that simple—"
"It is that simple!" Y/n snapped, her power flaring to life, energy crackling around her like a storm barely contained. She threw her hand forward, creating a glowing green construct that expanded outward, forming a barrier between herself and the Avengers. Iron Man and Captain America shifted, preparing to intervene, but Y/n’s constructs coiled around them like vines, holding them back.
"You don't understand," Rogue said, her voice strained. "Wanda's tryin' to make things right—"
"She took everything from us!" Y/n shouted, her energy surging. The constructs shimmered and shifted—spiked walls, jagged tendrils, the usual beauty and precision of her constructs long gone Her emotions were raw, bleeding into her powers, making them unstable. "And you just... forgave her?"
Rogue’s eyes filled with tears, but she held her ground. "We ain't got the luxury of holdin’ onto hate, Y/n. We're tryin' to move on—"
"Move on?" Y/n laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and broken. "You expect me to move on while you stand next to the person who killed our family?"
Y/n's energy constructs flared around her like jagged shards of glass, glowing and unstable with the force of her emotions. Captain America stood just a few feet away, his shield at his side, his expression calm but resolute.
"Y/n," Steve said gently, raising a hand, "I know you're angry. But Wanda’s trying to make things right. We need to work, together."
Y/n’s laugh was sharp and bitter, cutting through the tense air. "Together? You're working with her. After what she did. You think she deserves redemption?"
Steve held her gaze, his blue eyes steady. "Everyone deserves a second chance—"
"Would you say the same about Hitler, Captain?" Y/n snapped, her energy rippling dangerously as her voice cracked with fury. "Would you have stood beside him? Held out a hand and told him he could ‘make things right’? Or does your mercy only stretch that far for people you know?"
Steve's expression hardened, the weight of her accusation hanging heavy between them. "It’s not the same—"
"No? Wanda wiped us out. Killed more of us than anyone ever could. But here you are, asking me to forgive her?" Y/n’s voice dropped, venomous and full of pain. "You fought wars for less, Rogers."
Her words hit like a punch, and for a moment, Steve looked like he might say something more—but the jagged edges of Y/n’s power surged again, warning him to step back.
"You don’t get to tell me to forgive her," Y/n whispered, her eyes cold. "And if you keep standing in my way, I won’t hold back."
The silence that followed was deafening, and Steve lowered his shield ever so slightly, realizing that no words would reach her now.
The X-Men shifted uncomfortably behind her, and Cyclops stepped forward. "Y/n, we can figure this out. Just—"
"No!" Y/n’s constructs lashed out, restraining the X-Men before they could get too close. "Stay back. All of you."
no one ws able to move, Y/n’s constructs were strong enough to hold them in place, her anger and grief reflected in her constructs, she wanted everyone to feel her pain, the constructs took the form of mutants, kids who died upon losing their powers ,names she would never forget, she turned towards wanda while a disfigured constructs of her fake kids hold her, she wanted to make her pay
“don’t even think about doing anything witch, one single movement and they will have to scrape what is left of you from the ground” she threatened as her constructs glow almost as if they were ready to explore
“you will pay” Y/n said, her voice low and venomous, vibrating with restrained rage. "Because For every mutant you took powers from… for every life you destroyed... I’ll make you suffer."
Rogue’s voice cracked with emotion. "Y/n, please—" she tried to approach her girlfriend, she was the only one free Y/n’s constructs almost refused to get close to her
"It’s too late, Rogue," Y/n whispered, her voice filled with sorrow. "You made your choice... and so did I" her eyes moved towards the avengers “this is my last act of mercy, all of you humans will pay for siding with her’
The last thing Rogue saw was the look of heartbreak in Y/n’s eyes as she disappeared in the air as she flew away leaving behind nothing
And for the first time, Rogue felt like she had truly lost everything.
Yes I Do
The warm sun shone down on the beautiful, open field where the ceremony was set to take place. Chairs were arranged neatly, garlands of wildflowers lining the aisle, and soft music drifted through the air. It was the perfect day—their day.
Y/n adjusted his tie nervously, a pair of energy hands trying to help with very low succes. He tried to maintain calm but his nerves were starting to get the better of him. "How do people do this without freaking out?" he muttered under his breath.
From beside him, one of his closest friend , Jeanne Howlett—the wolverine—snorted in amusement. "Yer askin’ me?" Jeanne said, her gruff voice full of dry humor.
"she got a point there, you are talkin’ to a woman whose idea of romance is not stabbing someone with claws when they say something stupid." Came the voice of his best man Keith Pryde
Y/n huffed a nervous laugh, shaking his head. "Good point."
Jeanne clapped him on the back. "Relax, kid. If anyone's got a reason to be nervous, it's Rogue, not you."
That thought made Y/n grin despite his anxiety. Rogue—or rather, Andre-Marc—was probably just as jittery on the other side of the field, knowing him. Even though Y/n’s energy constructs allowed them to touch for a small time, he was trying to get them stronger, the two of them had never been ones for conventional romance. Rogue’s powers still made things complicated, but they had worked through it. This was the culmination of all that hard work—a day they never thought they’d get.
A familiar voice called from nearby. "Y/n! They’re almost ready."
Y/n turned to see Charlene Xavier, who gave him a warm smile as she adjusted the hem of her elegant navy gown. "It’s time to take your place."
Y/n swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. "Right. Let’s do this."
At the other side of the field, Rogue stood in front of a mirror, adjusting his black tie with shaking hands. His tuxedo fit perfectly—he looked as sharp as ever—but his nerves made him clumsy.
"Andre-Marc," Richard Darkholme said from the doorway, his lips curving into a rare smile. "You’re shaking like a leaf."
"Ah ain't nervous," Rogue muttered, his Southern drawl slipping out heavier than usual as he fumbled with the tie. "Ah’m just... overwhelmed, is all."
Richard rolled his eyes but walked over to help, straightening the tie with ease. "You love him, don’t you?"
Rogue let out a soft sigh. "More than Ah ever thought Ah could."
"Then stop worrying. You’re not in this alone." He gave him a soft pat on the shoulder, his blue skin shimmering slightly in the sunlight filtering through the window. "Now get out there before Y/n thinks you changed your mind."
Rogue gave him a grateful smile, took a deep breath, and left the room, the weight of the moment settling over him.
Y/n stood at the altar, his heart pounding as the music shifted. When Rogue appeared at the end of the aisle, Y/n felt his breath hitch. Rogue looked stunning—his auburn hair combed neatly, his green eyes shining with emotion. He walked with a calm, steady grace, but Y/n could tell by the way Rogue’s hands clenched slightly that he was just as nervous.
As Rogue reached the altar, they locked eyes, and the world seemed to fade away. It was just the two of them, as it always had been—against all odds, against the world.
"You look amazing," Y/n whispered, his voice full of awe.
Rogue chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "And yer lookin' pretty sharp yerself, sugar."
The officiant Hannah McCoy stepped forward, smilingat the two of them. "now that everybody is here we are ready to start”
The ceremony was simple but heartfelt. They exchanged vows, each word carrying the weight of their journey—how they had fought for this moment, how they had struggled but never given up on each other.
"Ah knew Ah wasn’t an easy person to love," Rogue said quietly, his hands trembling slightly as Y/n held them. "But ya stayed. Even when Ah thought Ah’d push ya away... ya stayed."
"I always will," Y/n whispered, his voice steady and sure.
When the moment came to exchange rings, Y/n slipped the ring onto Rogue’s finger, th Rogue looked down at it, his expression soft and full of wonder.
Then came the moment they had both been waiting for—the kiss.
Rogue hesitated for a split second, the old fears bubbling to the surface. But then Y/n gave him a small, reassuring smile. "It’s okay," Y/n whispered. "We’re okay."
And just like that, Rogue leaned in, capturing Y/n’s lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The world around them disappeared, leaving only the warmth of each other it was short enough for Y/n energy shield to hold it.
When they pulled away, the guests erupted into cheers and applause, but Y/n and Rogue barely noticed. They were lost in each other, their foreheads resting together, grinning like fools.
"Ah think we just got married," Rogue whispered, his voice full of wonder.
"Yeah," Y/n said, his heart swelling with joy. "We really did."
Later that evening, as the celebration continued under the glow of fairy lights and stars, Y/n and Rogue sat together, watching their friends dance and laugh. Rogue rested his head on Y/n’s shoulder, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Y/n’s hand.
"Ya think life’ll get any easier now that we’re hitched?" Rogue asked playfully.
Y/n laughed softly. "Not a chance. But it doesn’t matter, as long as I’ve got you."
Rogue smiled, closing his eyes. "Ah reckon Ah feel the same way."
They stayed like that for a while—just two men in love, savoring the quiet joy of a moment they had fought so hard to earn.
And for the first time in a long time, everything felt right.
Familiar faces, worn-out places
The sky above the Void churned with shifting clouds, giving off no sense of time. The jagged remnants of forgotten realities and broken timelines stretched endlessly. There was no beginning, no end—just endless fragments of lost worlds, discarded people, and moments never meant to be. It was a prison without walls, a purgatory for those erased from existence their crime? Existing. And here, in the midst of all that chaos, Rogue and Y/n walked side by side.
They were both silent at first, their boots crunching against cracked asphalt from some long-forgotten road. Off in the distance, ruined buildings rose like jagged teeth, relics left behind of what was devoured by Alioth. They’d been traveling together for a while now—but not long enough to bridge the uneasy tension between them.
Rogue glanced sideways at Y/n for the hundredth time, and just like every other time, it hit her like a punch to the gut. The way Y/n’s lips curled into a faint smirk when she was lost in thought, the way she rolled her shoulders like she was shaking off a weight only she could feel—it was her Y/n all over again. And yet... it wasn’t. The truth gnawed at Rogue like a splinter she couldn’t pull free.
"You stare any harder, and I’ll start thinking you’re trying to burn a hole through me," Y/n said without looking up
Rogue gave a half-smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Ah reckon Ah’ve earned a few stares, considerin' all this weirdness."
Y/n snorted softly. "Weird doesn’t begin to cover it." She kicked a loose piece of rubble down the road, hands shoved into her jacket pockets. "So... how long were you in here before I showed up?"
Rogue exhaled slowly, her gloved fingers twitching at her sides. "Ah lost track. Months? Maybe years. Time don’t exactly behave normal here." Her green eyes flicked toward Y/n again, softening despite herself. "Ah... wasn’t expectin' ta run into you. Not again."
Y/n knew what Rogue meant—her. The other version of her. The one from Rogue’s timeline, the one who had been everything to Rogue. Y/n cleared her throat awkwardly. " I’m not her."
"No," Rogue murmured. "Yer not." She said it softly, but the weight of it still hit Y/n like a blow.
They walked in silence for a few minutes more, the tension stretching between them like a taut wire. Y/n wasn’t sure why she stayed with Rogue—there was no logical reason for it. But something about Rogue’s presence that made her feel less like the fractured mess she usually was. She figured that was reason enough to stay close.
They stopped for the nightby the ruins of a crumbling diner. It had been ripped out of some forgotten timeline, its neon signs flickering faintly, spelling nonsense words from missing letters. Rogue sat on the counter while Y/n paced restlessly near the shattered windows, glancing at the horizon where Alioth’s dark storm clouds drifted far away.
"You always move around so much?" Rogue asked, watching Y/n with quiet curiosity.
Y/n gave a half-hearted shrug, her hands twitching at her sides. "I... don’t like sitting still."
Rogue tilted her head, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she observed the little tells—the way Y/n’s jaw clenched and unclenched, the restless shift in her stance. They were so familiar it hurt. "Yer holdin' somethin' back, sugar."
Y/n froze for a fraction of a second, then forced herself to relax. "You could say that."
"Ah’ve known enough o' you ta tell when somethin’s eatin' ya." Rogue hopped off the counter, walking toward her slowly. "Why don’t ya tell me what’s goin' on?"
Y/n hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip. She hadn’t told Rogue the whole truth about herself—about what lived inside her. But the weight of keeping it in was growing heavier by the day. And she needed to be honest if they where going to continue traveling together
Finally, Y/n exhaled, running a hand through her hair. "There’s... something you should know."
Rogue crossed her arms, waiting patiently.
Y/n’s voice dropped, low and guarded. "I didn’t have powers. Not like the ones your Y/n had. I... I have something else."
Rogue raised a brow. "What do ya mean?"
Y/n closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the familiar burn crawl under her skin, the restless presence that lurked just beneath the surface—The Spirit. It stirred like a caged beast, eager to be unleashed, its hunger gnawing at the edges of her mind.
"You ever hear of the Spirit of vengance?" Y/n asked quietly, her hands tightening into fists.
Rogue’s eyes widened slightly. "Ah’ve heard of ghost rider. the one that deals with vengeance? Some kinda spirit inside you?"
Y/n gave a bitter laugh. "Yeah. That’s the one." She opened her eyes, and for a brief second, a faint glow flickered within them—a glimpse of the fire that lay beneath. "It’s not... just apresence. It’s more like a curse. A thing inside me. And when it takes over..." She trailed off, swallowing hard. "It doesn’t care about anything but it’s twisted version of Justice and vengeance."
Rogue studied her for a long moment, her gaze unreadable. "How do ya keep it from takin' over?"
"Most days? I don’t." Y/n’s voice was raw. "It’s a matter of control. It’s like I’m balancing on a knife’s edge every second."
Rogue took a slow breath, absorbing the weight of Y/n’s words. "That’s... heavy, sugar."
"You have no idea," Y/n muttered, her hands still trembling slightly. "I didn’t tell you sooner because... I didn’t want to scare you off. I know I’m not her—your Y/n. I can’t be what she was to you."
Rogue’s expression softened, her voice quiet but firm. "Ah ain't askin' ya ta be her." She stepped closer, resting a gloved hand gently on Y/n’s shoulder. "But... that don’t mean Ah don't see pieces o' her in you."
Y/n swallowed hard, her throat tightening. "That’s the problem, isn’t it? I’m not her, but I look like her. Act like her. I’ve seen it in your eyes, Rogue. You’re trying not to compare us, but you can’t help it."
Rogue exhaled slowly, guilt flickering across her face. "Yer right. Ah do compare ya. Ah can’t help it... but that don’t mean Ah ain’t tryin’ ta see you for who ya are."
The sincerity in Rogue’s voice made Y/n’s chest ache. It wasn’t fair—to either of them. Rogue had lost someone she loved, and now here Y/n was, wearing that same face but carrying a completely different story.
Y/n’s voice cracked as she whispered, "I don’t know if I can be what you what me to be."
Rogue gave her a small, sad smile. "Ah don’t know if Ah can be what you need either. But we ain’t gotta figure that all out tonight."
Y/n let out a shaky breath, nodding. "Yeah... one step at a time, right?"
"One step at a time," Rogue agreed softly.
And for that moment, it was enough. They sat side by side in the ruins of the diner, two broken souls in a broken world, trying to make sense of who they were and who they could become.
And maybe, just maybe, they’d find a way to heal—together.