jennifer-darknight

-Despair - Life was beautiful, full of fascinating experiences that the Older X would hold close to him forever. And yet, it was cruel. Finally, he'd attained a tiny, heartfelt happiness, and he couldn't even express it the way he wanted to. He had to imagine flesh against flesh, dream about lips on lips and think about their fingers entwining so hard that he wished his desire alone would make him corporeal. – End - X almost didn't even hear the faint, heartfelt "I love you" as his older self faded away for good, clutching himself and sobbing for failing someone he couldn't have saved to begin with. – Food - "Can you only eat

"Master X...you look well." "I should be saying that to you, Harpuia." The two stood, watched one another. The normally bustling sounds of the medical bay, with the nurse reploids chattering amongst the elves that worked alongside them, were stilled to silence, as all eyes were glued to the couple standing in front of the now-vacant medical pod. "My wounds were not of much consequence," Harpuia said. X shook his head, stepping forward. His hands moved to reach out for the other's, but as though he remembered himself, he lowered them back to his sides. "You nearly died." Harpuia nodded. "I know." Footsteps could be heard behind them, fo

Some would say that such a devotion to a model that was outdated, outclassed, and an archaic example of old 21XX technology was one bred of stubbornness, of Harpuia's inability to accept that X's influence was slowly waning from not only Neo Arcadia, but the world at large. It was a sad thing, to slowly be forgotten by those he had worked so hard to protect, becoming little more than stories and Legends whispered amongst futuristic storytellers around fires of code and pixels. Many felt that way, though few had the courage (or stupidity) to ever utter such a thing in Harpuia's presence (and fewer did not regret it later). But as Master X's

Master X – the green-eyed Master X – had so many stories to tell, and Harpuia was always willing to indulge him and listen. Tales of another time, in which the world was green and covered with beautiful vegetation; tales of valor, protecting humans on the field of battle; and even stories of light-hearted comraderie. But it was always one sort of story in particular that would make his mind stop in his tracks. "That's how Zero was; even if he was rough on us rookies, he was really a nice guy underneath it all. Why, one time—" Master X stopped mid-breath, his face clouding in worry. "Are you all right?" Harpuia let out a si

When he booted up again, his ears were assaulted by the howl over dead sand and stone. The cold feeling of hard metal was gone, replaced by the warmth that only a scorching desert could give, raw sediment sticking in his hair and on his face. Luckily none managed to get in his eyes or nose, though with his optics flickering as they were, it might as well have. Colors filtered into one another and the sense of distant static blurred the landscape; though at least he could see at all. Considering the dull ache of combat damage in every limb, and the slight tremble of his own body, he'd take what he could get. Is it over? On shaking arms, Ze

Title: Repairs Fandom: Megaman X / Rockman X Characters: Zero, X, Roll. Mentions of Lifesaver, Dr. Cain, and Iris. Pairing: So Zero / X it hurts. Genre: Romance Warnings: This is an Alternate Universe Fic! X is a human in this, so there are a few changes to the canon that I kind of have hinted about this fic. Like Roll's existence (as a teenage model no less) in the X universe. And that Iris is alive and well post-X4. This is part of a much larger Universe of my own creation, but I did my best to have this stand alone without needing much explanation to enjoy the fluff within. Also, this is unbetaed; so please forgive any issues the st

On a normal day, she would have probably been annoyed that she had lost her favorite ribbon—no, undoubtedly, she was going to have a straight-up panic attack once she woke up and the reality set in. It was her absolute favorite, made from soft silk with a bright golden hue, and it was always, always in her hair. Even when the Millennium Puzzle had taken its spot as a rather bizarre hairpiece (how the girl'd managed to apply the proper counterweights to keep it there was anyone's guess), she'd somehow found a way to weave that ribbon in with the puzzle itself, complementing the gold exterior rather than clashing with i