#heart' filled by 18 year old like they're not THAT far apart in age but like. cmon I dont think its 'creepy' just kind of demeaning to her

[deus-and-the-machina]

ngl one of my least favorite theories around 3 is stuff about random characters being related to other past ones. Like. ok in future redeemed it warrants some discussion but stuff like “cammuravi is pyras kid” or “ashera is dunbans”. idk I know its anime and they usually use hair and eye color to denote relation but. more than one fire blade exists sobs. Who would Dunban even have kids with.

Like I personally don’t mind the cast of future redeemed being so interconnected and related bc first off its kind of funny. they’re a big family road trip. and second there’s clearly a sadness behind it bc rex and shulk probably dont want to tell these versions of their kids who they believe dont have long left that “hey you have a family but you’ll barely get to enjoy it”. Like Nia in the base game, they have to put aside their feelings as parents while also giving their kids support when they can.

Also it’s a dlc and not a main story game so it being a lot of legacy characters also doesn’t bother me as much. Like when all but one of 3′s main party followed the Xenoblade trend of being “just some guys” overall (yes Noah had a reincarnation thing but Noah/N in general doesn’t have a bloodline connection he seems to just have been a kid from the Bionis) the fact that they went a bit ham on the fanservice here feels a bit more deserved, if that makes sense.

That being said I do generally dislike the idea important characters have to always be related to just some other important character. It’s boring and makes the world feel smaller and I heavily dislike implications that to be important you need to be related to someone important. just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

#ik that panacea girl is most likely gonna be Sharla and reyns kid and that bothers me a BIT more ngl. somewhat on principle but also bc i #just dont like sharla and reyn as a couple the game is so weird about it no I dont wanna see an older engaged woman have the 'hole in her #heart' filled by 18 year old like they're not THAT far apart in age but like. cmon I dont think its 'creepy' just kind of demeaning to her #kind of also reminds me of what warrior cats is doing rn with its love interests lol #ok the only one I do like is that dirk is mythras son is fucking hilarious until proven wrong im going to be thinking about it #xenoblade #xenoblade chronicles

[georgiapeach30513]

Can we please get more James/Iris content? U can totally ignore this but missing my fav pair so much🥺

GOAH!! These two are such couple goals! When I created these I knew they would end up together, so I wanted them to just have such a mature relationship at an early age. James is such a fun loving, easy going person, and Iris has so many confidence issues. But James thinks she is just such the epitome of perfect wife.

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Mr. & Mrs. James Rogers

Summary:

Pairings: James Rogers X Iris Rogers

Rating:

Warnings: 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Iris Drysdale Masterlist

You give your daughter a soft smile when she steps into her dress.  Can see her mind racing as she takes a deep breath when you and Aster go to pull the white satin up her body.  With Story holding onto Posie and Lucy beside the two of them, her eyes fill with tears when her arms slip through the delicate lace sleeves.  "Look at mommy, sweet girl," Story coos taking a deep sniffle, wiping at her eyes.  "Icy, you look beautiful."

Stepping behind her, the two of you work together to zip her up, and then move out of the way for her to view herself in the mirror.  Immediately she starts fanning at her eyes, attempting to stop the tears, and you can't help but think she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.  Your sweet little baby, finally marrying her lifelong partner.  Her best friend turned man of her dreams.  The little boy that had a connection with your sweet baby the moment they met.  

All it took was two words, 'My dog,' for James to be captivated by her.  Getting to watch the two of them grow up.  The maturity of their relationship from so early on.  To the heart shattering time of her pregnancy during his capture.  Even their struggle when he came back a bit of a changed man.  His PTSD strong and overwhelming, especially coming home to find a daughter he didn't even know he had.  Aster wipes away the tears falling down her own face, cussing at her sister to stop.  "It's finally happening," Iris giggles.  "We used to pretend we were getting married.  Pretend we were married, and now...mama, I have his baby, and look at her," everyone turns to see the smiling two-year-old pulling at Story's dress, who tries to deter her from exposing herself.

"She reminds me so much of you, baby, but definitely has her daddy's outgoing personality," Iris takes a deep breath at that word, knowing that she still has to have her first look with Ransom and Frank.  "You don't have to."

"I want to.  I don't want them to see me right before walking down the aisle," she walks over to Story picking up and holding tightly to her precious toddler.  The baby that kept her sane during James' absence.  The baby that made James want to push through countless therapy sessions.  "Stay with your aunts and Mimi, okay?" Posie whispers out an okay before kissing her mom ever so sweetly.

"They're in the room across from ours.  The boys are down a different hallway.  When you get back, I believe it'll be time to switch gifts," you give her a quick wink as she goes to see her Daddy and Pops, and you're glad you aren't going to be apart of that blubbering mess.

Iris gives the door a soft knock, and Ransom turns around, telling her she can come on in.  Iris needing a moment with just him first.  Ransom the man that stepped up, and earned the right to be her father.  The man that loved her like his own flesh and blood, and sometimes even more.  His sweet daughter, the one that was far too hard on herself, with a determination to be perfect in everything she did.  With a soft, "Daddy," he turns to look at her.  His head tilts to the side, and he smiles through his tears.  Walking closer to him, she puts a hand on his cheek.  Ransom slowly closes his eyes, remembering rescuing the three of you, and that little baby first said dada.  His world from that point on was right.  And now here he stands with that same baby, and her hand pressed softly on his cheek whispering, "Daddy...Daddy say something.”

He puffs his cheeks out and releases a slow exhale, "I can't.  My God, you look beautiful.  It's almost like staring at your mother," his fingers trace down the lace.  The very lace that was designed to look like the one on your dress.  "My baby."

"Lucy's your baby."

"You and Az were my first.  I remember looking at the two of you in that hospital.  Couldn't even touch you, but I knew...you’re mine.  And now..." his fingers press into his tear ducts, trying to push the tears back in to no avail.  "I've gotta give you away to the bonehead."

"Tweedle Dee," she giggles through her tears.  "I'm not going anywhere."

"Yeah, you are.  You're going to your own home.  Have your own family, the family you pretended to have with Tweedle Dee.  You always knew didn't you?" she shakes her head up at him.  "I hate him for taking you away from me, but I love that he's worth it.  Icy, he's a good man.  One of the best.  He loves you like you deserve.  He's good to that baby.  He works so hard for his family, fuck if he isn't one of the nicest people, and I hate him for it," closing her eyes she laughs at her ridiculous father.  "I'm so happy for you and Posie.  There was a time I wasn't sure this day was going to come, but...we're here.  I want to hold you and keep you all to myself, but I think there's a Pops outside that wants some time with you, too."

"Daddy, I love you.  You were always my first love.  Thank you for loving me and my mom," Ransom only chokes out a you're welcome heading to the door.  Not even sparing a look at Frank, and he walks back to the bridal suite, going to hold you.  Needing some extra bit of attention after that.

"Hey, Pops," Frank smiles at his beautiful daughter.  A daughter he reluctantly let another man raise.  It was the right and fair thing to do, heaven knows he didn't deserve to raise her.  A daughter that was without a doubt conceived in love.  And the amount of times he wishes and begs to go back to that day and just introduce himself as Frank.  His eyes roam over her, looking almost angelic.  A near spitting image of you, with his eyes.  

"Wow," so many thoughts are running through his head, and he can't vocalize any of them.  It's overwhelming to see her so poised, and so sure of the man she's marrying.  A good man that adores her and her family.  A good father that will protect her daughter.  A fighter that will do anything he can to provide and take care of his family.  A man worthy of her hand, and one that thinks she's the most perfect thing on this earth.  "Sweetheart, I..." he licks the tears that drip down to his lips.  Frank is but a simple man, and with how beautiful his daughter looks, he can't think.  "I'm sure your dad had more to say?" she nods her head at him.  "Iris I'm proud you.  The woman you've become, how strong you are, you're such a good mom, and I know without a doubt, you're going to be a perfect wife to James.  Trust your heart," he leans forward giving her a sweet kiss to her cheek before walking out.

Iris returns to the bridal suite nervously walking around the room, waiting on the arrival of the best man with her gift.  Carter opens the door, and gives a quick look over at Story still holding onto Posie.  She shyly looks down at the girl, trying hard not to give him too many stares.  Walking over to Iris, he holds onto her wrists, "You look beautiful, Icy."

"How's he doing?"

"Awful.  I think he's passed out a few times.  The Sam Adams is helping a bit," you notice how the end of every sentence, he keeps looking back at Story.  Hoping that eventually they can pull themselves together when Ransom is in the room.

Iris's fingers tremble opening up the gift of a framed map, a heart around the place where they first met, a picture of the two of them as kids playing with Axel, and the date.  "Ugh, I love him so much I hate him," her finger rubs over the picture of the three of them.  Not remembering that moment, and still feeling like she does.  The smell of Thanksgiving and meeting her best friend and partner for life.  "We really were babies, mama."

She sets down the photo, and hands a box to Aster.  Carter and Aster walk out together, and she gives him a little elbow shrug, "You bring that girlfriend of yours?" he shakes his head no.  It's true he didn't bring her, but he's choosing to omit that she's actually here.  Looking beautiful as ever.  "He pick that gift out on his own?"

"You know James is nothing but the most obviously softest man in the world, Az.  Yes, that sap picked that out on his own."

"Well, what would the great Carter Baizen get his fiancé on her wedding day?"

He giggles at her, "Which gift?  I'd start with a necklace, that'd be the day before the wedding.  But the day of the wedding," he goes to open the door, knowing as soon as the words come out of his mouth, she may think too hard about it.  May know exactly who he’s referring to, "A tiara."

Aster rolls her eyes, not even thinking about the comment, handing Iris's sappy little gift to James.  Her eyes look her basically brother up and down, looking very handsome in his Army blues as he opens up a shadow box.  The two of their outfits from her parents wedding all pressed inside, with an engraved, 'My forever wedding date'.  "You two are the perfect pair.  Just mush spewing out of you."

James laughs because he wants to cry.  A little photo of the two of them dancing in their outfits.  "Mom," Aster tells him, and he looks up at her.  "Mom keeps everything.  She knew that you two were going to be something.  Asked Steve for your suit.  It's was Iris's idea for the gift though.  Well, I'll see you two in just a moment."

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Iris stands to the side watching Lucy hold the hand of Posie who just wants to run to her daddy.  His bright and shining face watching the most perfect daughter try to drag her aunt down the aisle, but Lucy is more stubborn.  Holding her ground and trying to smile through it.  His eyes look from his daughter, back to the doors, knowing it's almost time.  Seeing a little sliver of Ransom's arm.

"Please, don't let me fall," she whispers up at him.  

"Wouldn't dream about it angel," he leans over to peak at you picking up Posie, handing her a little applesauce pack to distract her.  "Let's go."

He steps to the side pulling Iris and Frank with him.  The two of them walking her down the aisle, but everyone only stares at a James sobbing.  His hands wiping away the tears that continue to cascade down his cheeks.  Reaching the front the two men struggle to give her away.  Neither wanting to, even though they know she's right where she belongs.  Stepping aside to let her hand her bouquet to Aster, holding both of his hands.  The two of them in their own little bubble as they say their vows of a lifelong love.

You have no worries about this union.  They've always been perfect for each other, no matter which stage they were in.  The moment they met everything was so easy, so right.  And seeing them now, overcoming everything that they had.  Created the most perfect baby girl, who was happy and thriving.  Giggling at her sniffling parents who struggle to say their vows.  But when, "You may now kiss the bride," is said, and they hold each other tight, not even coming up for air.  They had finally made it.  

Ransom clears his throat, but they continue to kiss.  His head shakes and he looks around the venue, returning to see them still lip locked, and you give him an elbow, reminding him how you didn't want to let go either.  "Let her breathe!" he says loud enough for James to hear.  James pulls back, the two of them taking a deep breath before crashing their lips back together.  "Oh, good grief."

Everyone laughs at your ridiculously dramatic husband, but when Posie screams a 'Daddy!' the two finally pull apart.  "I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. James Rogers," walking down the aisle, to get Posie until fully leaving as an official family of three.

Masterlist

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #DA AU #DA AU request #iris drysdale #james rogers #james rogers x iris rogers