Rogue Cheney x Reader Fanfiction

Chapter 16 - A Country With Dragons

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"Damn it, that dumb ass." The person grinds their teeth until they hear that retched sound with a similar appeal that nails on a chalkboard have. "I gave her one damn job." The person groans, holding the bridge of their nose and overthinking the situation. "I never was really good at listening I guess."

Her name was (F/N) (L/N). She had come from the future to warn herself that she was the reason for Rogue's darkness. Well, part of the reason. That guilt hung over her and grew into a tumor of pain.

After losing Frosch, she had almost died, causing the Future Rogue to go into the darkness. The Rogue she knew, wasn't there anymore. She didn't want to leave him, but she had to warn her past self to stay away from Rogue at all costs. If it meant keeping at least a hint of Rogue sane, it was worth it. She had no idea that her communicating would cause her past self so much pain and nausea. If she knew that she never would have tried.

"Great, now me dying is really going to help Rogue." She looks down at her hands, seeing the bright yellow glow. "I should have known better." She sighs. "Great me, now you've really done it." She thinks for a moment and smiles to herself. "Rogue was right, I am a dumb ass." She chuckles.

Almost out of no where, she feels a strange force and a picture was shown in the back of her thoughts. "Was that... the future?" She looks down and notices the past her. "Magic? That changed time?"

Reader

"I just died didn't I?"

You grab a hold of your chest, digging your nails in just to see if you could really feel pain and checking to make sure that was your heart that was beating ferociously. 

You spun around and saw everything from the vision. You remember the dragons attacking and how you needed to escape But where? The top? That was really your only option left, so up you went.

"Damn it!" You limp your way to the top of the building, launching yourself out of the window and sloppily entering the next one over. The building came down just as it did when you imagined it in that strange dream.

You let the thought sink in, but don't let it last. You sneak your way away from the dragons and limp as fast as you could towards someone. Anyone who you could help and they could help you. Or shelter that could keep you secure while you waited for your wound to heal, even the tiniest bit.

What happened helped you more than you could imagine. You manage to find some safe shelter and treat your wounds. "What happened?" You ask yourself, ripping a piece of your clothing with your teeth in order to clean your blood.

"You died." You look up and see a person draped in a black cloak, covering their face with a thick hood. Their attire under the cloak showed they weren't a threat. No weapons or anything, but strong magic radiating off of them was threat enough you supposed.

You stand up in a battle position, getting yourself ready to attack said person. "Who are you?" You asking, inching away from the stranger.

They remove their hood, revealing another you. An older you. The remaining color from you face vanished and you tried to mentally asses yourself to this new and ever more odd situation. "I'm you, from seven years into the future."

You thought it was a sick joke. Maybe someone else was doing this to you, messing with you before they killed you or something. "Excuse me?"

"I've been the one talking to you through telepathy and telling you those things about Rogue." She starts thinking for a moment and looks down. "Sorry, I'm new to the technique so I guess headaches and nausea is a side effect. I guess I drained my own magic doing it too. My magic being your magic."