St John Allerdyce x Anne-Marie X Bobby Drake
Warning: Heavy making out but nothing explicit
John saw her first. Heâd swear on that till the day he died, because one he was right but mostly because Bobby disagreed. Though technically Logan had seen her first, he hadnât really seen her first so he was still right. Heâd been atop the stairs when Storm had been showing her around, giving her the tour they all took. He couldnât remember why heâd been up there but he remembers he was flicking his lighter and she had looked up at the sound. She was wearing the biggest black coat heâd ever seen and even from the second floor he could smell the forest on her, the smell of snow and pine. Bags under her eyes and cheeks sunken in from lack of food, the gloves she wore couldnât hide how small her wrists were and heâd bet the coat was hiding a body in a similar state, without it he imagined a strong wind could blow her over. Maybe he should warn her about Storm's moods, heâd thought idly. Then her eyes connected with his and he felt himself tense for a moment, where he thought heâd see anxiousness, the usual kind that children who came here brought if not of the others,then of themselves, he saw resolution. A fire not unlike his own. Her eyes seemed older and he could imagine her standing in the eye of the storm, swaying as if dancing, as if she were the one controlling it.
Sheâd had him from the first look.
He didnât see her for two weeks after that and he thought maybe sheâd already ran away, like most of them thought of doing but very few did. He could imagine that, her pacing the large furnished rooms all of them were given and running in the middle of the night, feeling choked by the smell of clean sheets. The professor would try to stop her or maybe he wouldn't, he didn't know but that would probably only make it worse, sheâd keep running. It made sense to him though he hadnât even spoken to her yet and it still made his stomach sink a little. Then sheâd been there, in front of the class being introduced as Rogue. Heâd scoffed loudly and sheâd glared at him for it which had made him grin. She was looking at him. Heâd keep it that way.
He wasnât friends with Bobby. He knew the guy, everyone knew the guy. Mister perfect, runner up of having a stick up his ass after Professor Summers. With his ice blue eyes- pun intended-, perfectly coiffed hair, perfect mutation and perfect suburban family he went back to every summer, Bobby was the golden boy. Despite being a total jackass. He couldnât tell if the guy wanted to be his friend or absolutely hated him, because he picked fights with him every chance he got, disagreed with everything he said but he wouldnât have needed to disagree if he hadnât chosen to sit next to him at every possible chance. John hated Bobby, he knew that and he knew why though heâd never say it out loud. Then when he froze his little trick and made her a rose, because of course he did. Looking at her face, how she looked at him. He added another reason to hate him.
Then the statue of Liberty happened. Sheâd come back(thankfully- Bobby never mentioned how he didnât sleep that night and he didnât mention how he didnât either), ever stronger than before though sheâd never say so. Her eyes were darker and he swore pens gravitated to her when she wanted them. He never mentioned it to her. The white streak in her hair suited her, he thought. Like sheâd been born with it and heâd been there when she decided to keep it. Bobby thought she should dye it, why be reminded of such an event? But Bobby had never survived anything before, John doubted heâd ever need to. She wasnât trying to remember what she suffered, she was trying to remember what she survived, thatâs why sheâd looked at John whoâd simply said.
âI like it, very⌠youâ. She smiled at him in that way that he liked but then smiled at Bobby and he realised didnât mind as much as he used to. He didnât know what to think about that.
Then she was his. Or maybe theirs.
They started dating and it stung but he hid it behind an extra taunt and biting quip. He thought that would be it. He wouldnât get the girl but maybe heâd lose the annoying puppy who followed him, though part of him twinged at that thought he ignored it and focused on the feelings he understood. Her. But that didnât happen. Instead he gained a follower.
âA friend John,â she corrected him.Â
âI can be your good friend if you want Rogueyâ he winked and she rolled her eyes, the slight tilt in her lip egging him on.Â
It was weird, their dynamic. He knew that. He may not have the model high school life to base it off but he knew they werenât the norm, so it surprised him on how well it worked. Rogue and Bobby were dating, everyone knew that but everyone also knew they were never without him, heâd tried to escape them for awhile but Rogue was persistent and though he swore it was because of her Bobby was too. They sat with him, talked with him, smoked with him(well Rogue did, Bobby could never and theyâd both made fun of him for it). Theyâd take him to hang out and sometimes it would be just the three of them. He flirted with Rogue and sometimes sheâd flirt back, Bobby would bluster a bit, jabbing at him like they used to except now heâd get closer and say it in a tone not unlike Rogues.Â
Sometimes it would just be him and Rogue, he didnât flirt quite as much when they were alone. Something heâd notice much later on. Theyâd sit watching a movie, or in the garden, or drinking Logan's beers sheâd nicked from his room and that Logan knew sheâd stolen but never stopped her. Silence usually stretched between them, the sound of his lighter filling it, heâd asked her if she wanted him to stop once but she just shook her head smiling at him.
âNah, love it, reminds me of yah sugahâ.Â
Him and Bobby were only left alone when Rogue left them alone and it always ended in a fight. Both of them pushed at each other until one of them was left breathless. Pupils dilated. A calm before a storm. Part of him wanted to keep going, to see how far their game of cat and mouse could go but Bobby always pulled away first, something akin to fear in his eyes and John knew if he pushed too hard it might break their already fragile standing and he realised that he didnât want that.Â
He wanted silk covered hands.
He wanted a cold body pressed to him while he watched the game.
He wanted smoke, laughter and taunts.
But he didnât want it like this. It was weird and it didnât make sense. An outsider and an insider at the same time. He didnât fit in what was quickly becoming the school's IT couple. Rogue and Bobby fit, Rogue with her inner storm and Bobby with his calming nature. They were perfect. Pretty. So when he left, he didnât look back. He didnât think about them at all. Not when he found others. A brown haired girl but with brown eyes not grey, the blonde haired man with blue eyes, a mutant who could control temperature- cold or hot, he told him he preferred heat and heâd laughed at the joke. He didnât think about them when he found out about the cure, how he knew sheâd want it because despite him telling her how amazing her mutation was, how Bobby had told her he hadnât cared if sheâd had it, he knew she would always want to touch, to get rid of something that made her, her. He said he hated her for it.Â
Heâd seen Bobby there and he knew before heâd even asked but she wasnât there, of that he was sure. This was the closest cure centre to Xaviers(and why had he chosen that cure centre in particular? He lied to himself about the reason) she wouldnât be that dumb, she had to know Bobby would go looking for her. He was half-surprised Logan wasnât there, heâd probably find her and if he wasnât here, she probably wasnât. Bobby had frozen when heâd seen him, it had made him feel good because damn right he should be frozen, he should be scared. He was Pyro now and the resentment had grown, now he hated Bobby Drake. He was sure. He had to. Except Bobby wasnât scared of him, no he had that same look in his eye whenever he pulled away from him, he was anxious, wanting something he couldnât have. That made him angrier. He wouldnât get pulled into that and end up with nothing to show for it. Not again. So he set it ablaze, letting his power consume him to burn away the pain.
She wasnât there in the final battle and for that he was grateful, but in the end it didnât matter because heâd lost. Heâd fuckin lost. Heâd woken up long after the battle had ended and nothing but ash and corpses were left. Heâd released everything he had left and left it all burning. He hadnât cared if there were living among the dead because heâd fuckin lost.Â
The months that followed were a blur, a few of the other brotherhood members had found him and theyâd gone back to what they did but none of it felt right. He bumped into a few x-men on the way but never them and for that he was glad. He wondered if they were avoiding him as much as he was avoiding them or if they even thought about him at all. He told himself he didnât care. It had been years now and yet it still festered inside him, a flame he couldnât put out.
Then everything went to shit and Magneto came back to take him back to hell. He fought tooth and nail in denial because heâd rather die than go back until he realised those truly were his only options. To die or go back. He truly didnât fancy dying so he found himself sitting opposite them. Sheâd gone off and grown up, wearing the uniform with a confidence she hadnât shown before- but sheâd always had it, oh yes he knew that- and curves he didnât even try to hide admiring. She scowled at him but not like she used to. Bobby was older too, bulkier. Bulkier than him whoâd always been more on the lean side and that irritated him slightly. They werenât sitting together but that didnât mean they werenât together, this was a pretty important meeting after all, no time for PDA, though theyâd never been into much before anyway and part of him wouldnât mind if they were now. He told that part to shut the hell up and go die.
They were both strong. Heâd known that they would be, there was no doubt in his body that they wouldnât grow up strong. Like him, Especially when he learnt the cure wasnât permanent, though he didnât even know if Rogue took it. But seeing them in action, in the danger room was something else. Rogue had super speed, strength, indestructibility and could fly. He wanted to know how, when ,who, where but he knew he had no right to ask. Bobby could level the whole playing field with one move. And they were most definitely together, or at least still sickeningly in love because the way they fought together, counted on each other. It was unmatched and they were a team up the brotherhood members learnt quickly not to mess with.Â
And she could control it now, he tried to not think about what that meant.
Rogue tried to talk to him first but heâd walked away. Then sheâd tried again. Then Logan tried but only half-heartedly- obviously only doing it for Rogues sake- and it had ended with a claw to his chest when his taunts hit a little too close to home for old Wolvy. The professor and magneto had told them to both back off but they hadnât spoken since. Then Bobby challenged him for a round in the danger room, one on one. He could see it for what it was, they always fought, it was their language but the chance to settle the score was too good to give up so he jumped at the chance.Â
Their fight was amazing. While Bobby had gotten stronger, so had he and he gave just as good as he got. Their powers met in a reckless and dangerous dance, his flames even beginning to burn him. He was sure they shook the whole building but they didnât care, he taunted and cursed but Bobby stayed silent, taking every moment of distraction as a chance to attack. The hits were aimed to kill but neither could best the other, until the final moment where John let everything out, Bobbyâs pushed back and in that second he jumps forward, forcing him to the ground. He wants to say he won but he feels the tell tale feeling of an icicle touching his back and while his hand is on his chest, heâs all out of fire but Bobby doesnât know that and never let it be said he didnât know how to bluff.
âI winâ he whispers because he canât find it in himself to shout and Bobby doesnât say anything, blue eyes locked with his, he rushes forward smashing his lips to his. Itâs cold and biting and desperate and John never wants to stop. He hears footsteps but he doesnât stop and the feeling of gloved hands caressing his sides just makes him push into the kiss harder, body grinding down on Bobby who groans in his mouth. Soft lips on his neck, that nip and bite no doubt leaving marks.
They share a room and heâs welcomed into it and though he always says heâs not there for good, he never leaves, his clothes have their own drawer and his lighter sits with Rogues' own in the nightstand, she doesnât use it now that heâs there. She looks at him but she also looks at Bobby- and sometimes Logan- and he and Bobby still fight. Heâs still with the brotherhood and they're still with the x-men but they work because though their dynamic is weird, theyâve always worked. Him and Bobby never talk about what they are but Rogue just smiles at them as if knowing what their thinking and maybe she does,
âYouâre mine arenât ya, loves?â. And yeah, he supposes they are- even if he saw her first - he supposes they can both be hers.
Re-watched a few of the xmen movies and became addicted to Rogue ships and of course this throuple is at the top of my list. They are probably the only real love triangle I know of, since both guys liked her and now their hooking up in the comics *chefs kiss, Beautiful. It was my first time writing about a poly ship but I'm happy with how this came out so I thought I'd share.
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