Crimson Days(GerardxReader)

Chapter One:The Awakening

"Y/N...?"
Someone's voice is calling to you, coercing you into waking from your slumber; darkness embraced you-soothing you in her arms. Two immovable forces that wanted you to do the opposite on one another. That voice calls again, though it sounds like it would if you were underwater. You feel like your shoulders are weighed down by a pair of weights. Something otherworldly was drawing you in, pulling you away from the confines of your mortal body. Are you dying?

Panic sets in. The realisation of what's happening to you makes your heartbeat race and that voice sounds again-sounding just as panicked as you feel.

"What's happening to her?"

"I think she's goin' into shock,"

This time it's another voice, one that reminds you of home on a summer's day; the windchimes on the porch, the laughter of your family and the mouthwatering scent of the barbecue.

These voices are filling your mind with memories you don't recognise, you can't recall the sound of cheering and church bells. You don't recall the sound of laughter-and joyful crying-and the feel of soft lips on yours, you don't remember the swelling of your heart when someone's arms wrapped around your waist-the flashing of cameras and the soft tickling of confetti against your skin.

It confuses you.

You have no idea what's going on...

"Y/N? Please, don't leave me, sugar, don't leave me, we need you here, please don't leave Y/N I-I can't live without you..."

That voice rings out again, you're confused. This voice sounds so familiar, it brings back more memories that you don't recognise; someone taking a hold of your hand and kissing the smooth skin of your knuckles, someone bringing you into their chest for a comforting hug and their arms feeling like home. Your mind's eye pans upward and sees a man smiling at you, his hazel eyes gazing into yours like you're the reason he's awake and alive. His hair is dyed a brilliant shade of crimson, his lips are thin and pale-yet soft and kissable. He's got a strong jawline and a face that's stuck in a constant daydream.

You like him already and you haven't even met him yet.

"Gee's right, babygirl, it's time to wake up, you're really worrying us,"

There's the other voice again, this one brings back memories of childhood and dirty knees. A little boy who offers you his hand with a kind smile, his eyes were bright and happy-he was like the older brother you never had.

A best friend?

You couldn't remember anything. Save for your name of course, it seemed to be the only piece of you that remained-everything else had seemed to evade you. The very thought alone made you want to cry. You wanted to wake from whatever horrid nightmare this was-

"It's my fault!! I should have driven her, i-it's all my fault, Frank,"

"No it's not, Gerard, you couldn't have known, it's not your fault-"

"I'm losing her, Fr-"

"Gerard Arthur Way! You cannot let yourself believe that!"

Frank? Gerard? Were these the voice's names? Were they the men that you could see in the foreign memories that fogged your mind? There was only one way to find out:

YOU HAD TO WAKE UP!

Your eyes snapped open and you let out a groan of pain, your head hammered and your mid-section ached terribly. You took in the sights around you and saw the red-haired man-Gerard?-staring at you with wide eyes, both of which had teared up and he brought one shaking hand up to cup you cheek, "Y/N...thank god, you're okay! You're alive! Oh my darling girl, you're okay,"

"G-Gerard?" You voice was but a mere stutter as you leaned into his hand, confused and yet you felt so at home.

"Yes, sugar, it's me, your husband, Gerard," He frowned a little as he grabbed your other hand, and something clinked together-you looked down and saw your rings, you felt yourself tear up.

"I don't remember a thing," You stuttered, closing your eyes and sobbing.

"Babygirl," Frank's voice sounded and you turned to face him, "You...are you sure?"

You sobbed again and clenched your eyes shut, feeling empty as you refused to meet their gazes. Gerard's hand remained on your cheek as you sobbed, you felt him move toward you and press a soft kiss to your forehead-you open your eyes and you gaze up at him with a quivering bottom lip. "I love you, Y/N...I'm sticking by you, no matter what,"

"So am I," You felt Frank's hand on your wrist, squeezing comfortingly.

"Thank you...thank you..."

You let out a final sob before flashing an uncertain smile, making them both smile at you, silently telling you, "You're welcome,"

"Mr Way? Mr Iero? I'm going to have to ask you to leave, visiting hours are over," A tall, male doctor approaches with a clipboard and a tight lipped smiles, "Ah, Mrs Way, you're awake, good to see you're finally making process,"

Gerard rolls his eyes at the doctor and kisses your head again, "I'll come see you tomorrow, okay, Sugar?" You nod and smile, he squeezes your hand before standing and beginning to walk away, "I love you..."

"I'll see you tomorrow as well, bestie," Frank leaned over and blew a raspberry on your cheek and you smiled at him, "See ya, princess,"

"Bye...Frank..." You mumble, eyes still watering-pain and confusion rattling your mind-as Frank presses a soft kiss to your temple and leaves with a smile. "I think I love you too...Gerard..." You find yourself whispering as the tall doctor from before ushers Frank and Gerard out of the room and into the hallway.

You let yourself lean heavily against the pillows as your frown at the ceiling, how could you possibly have been married? Oh God. You didn't have children did you?

You feel your heart sink as you lie there, your mind whirring with so many crazy possibilities that you exhaust yourself and end up falling asleep...

AUTHOR NOTE: Ahhhh! So this is my first MCR type story and I hope you will all enjoy it!! I'm excited to see what you guys think of it! Follows, Votes and Comments are much appreciated little doves <3333