Hey there, thanks for the ask, and quit it before you give me a big head;)
Seriously though, you’re very welcome, and thank you for looking at what I put out there! I live for nerding out over Romy, and it thrills me to no end to hear about others enjoying any part of it! I certainly hope you continue to do so!
Here's a Christmas game we can play! Can you name a moment in TAS that you adore or that decided for you, "Romy is the ship I sail"? And say a quick word why? Then can you tag the next person to answer the question, and can the next person tag the next person and so on? Happy New Year, everyone!
Oh, how fun! I absolutely adored that show! ❤️
Hmm…well, you’d think this would get a fairly straightforward answer from me, but… lmao. I’d actually already decided I was into Romy when I first watched the show. I’d gotten one of those X-men drink cups and a comic from Pizza Hut, and it had Rogue and Gambit on it:
Sorry for the unclear first pic, but that’s the only one I found with Gambit on the cup! The second image was the Rogue side, Gambit was on the back. To go with it was the TAS comic series.
These marked my very first introduction to X-men and Romy, and I sort of shipped them because I loved that damn cup and the cover of that book. I wasn’t as into it as I best friend was until she forced me to sit and watch an episode on a Saturday morning, though.
My attachment to Rogue and Gambit were further solidified with actually liking the characters individually in ‘Night of the Sentinels’ (Rogue whoopin’ a Sentinel’s ass in that pink dress, and Gambit when he was fighting of the Sentinel for Jubilee!), and then I was 100% heart-eyes and alllllll in when these happened:
Hey, @random-rave! You got a two-for! This isn’t the prompt fic, but it is a scrapped part from that fic that I just couldn’t throw away, so you get two fics:) I haven’t decided yet it if this is going to be a stand-alone, or the chapter before what you’d asked for, but you’re welcome to treat it as either!
“Mmmmmm, now that feels good…”
up at the sound of his wife’s purr coming from their bedroom, and
immediately changes direction from the kitchen toward the hallway,
unceremoniously dumping his school shit on the turn, and already
dropping his singed jacket to the floor and kicking off his shoes along
the way. He knows that sound, it’s the one his Anna-Marie makes when
she’s rubbing one out, and he wants in on that action.
isn’t like he couldn’t do with a good, hard, thorough night wrapped up
in that woman’s arms and legs, anyway. It’s a Friday night to a long-ass
Well, more accurately, a long ass several months, just one
stupid thing after another. If it wasn’t a mutant hating bigot setting
something on fire, or his wife’s obnoxious ex on a war-path and raining
genocide on normal folks, or her fucked up mama threatening to break up
their marriage, or his long-time creepy pal, Sinister, popping up with
an army of someone’s weird-ass clones, it was some kid or another
cropping up a power in his classes. The last is almost always a dramatic
event in and of itself, and today had been no exception, the poor kid
looking like he’d spontaneously combusted in his chair.
no actual spontaneous combustion had taken place, the kid had merely
teleported off to point unknown, but unfortunately for him (and everyone
around him), he ‘bamfs’ explosively, and apparently literally out of his skin.
Thank fuck the poor thing has a helluva healing factor to go with that power.
shivers. Mutanthood really isn’t so kind to some. And there seems to be
more and more mutants popping up lately, at earlier and earlier ages,
with increasingly powerful abilities. Which isn’t a bad thing, all
things considered, except that he’s getting a bit tired of trying not to
die while teaching Sex Ed.
At least he hasn’t had it as bad as
Anna of late. On top of everything else, she’s been in Frost’s hands
since they put feet back down on Earth after a rather…unconventional…honeymoon
in space, trying to work through her mess and get a grip on her power.
It’d worked, but not without sending his wife home sore, with a nasty
headache, and a sour mood every time.
And Christ, the fights
they’d had because of it! Anna would get so frustrated when her mutation
didn’t cooperate, and reach for the collar, desperate as she was for
skin on skin. He’d actually charged the stupid thing to a loud pop
during one fight, and she’d wound up in tears over that. He’d kind of
wanted to slip to the floor and cry with her, because in a brutally
honest moment, he could admit to himself that he was just as desperate
and frustrated for that touch as she was. But that pleasure with the
collar came with a price, in that it killed her head with migraines, and
that it might loosen up any of the hard work she’d put into gaining
Not to mention, dangerous, as it weakened her to the
level of a normal human. Not a great idea to court that trouble, in his
It wasn’t like he hadn’t known what he was getting into when he’d married her, anyway.
it happens, all the bullshit had a payout that’s been so sweet for her,
and him just on principle. She’s gone a solid three months now without a
slip-up, and it’s been easier on her mentally to maintain it.
To say that quality of life has greatly
improved in the LeBeau household would be an understatement. As it is,
Remy had been an over the moon, happily married man from the start, and now…
Well, his blessings are so stacked for a change, he can’t even begin to count that high, so he doesn’t bother.
strides into bedroom to hear her hum in pleasure again, and his eyes
hit the closed bathroom door. He licks his lips, his mind already
playing out memories of things she’d do when they couldn’t touch, and
reminding him of the things he can do now that she can.
Goddamn, he’s going to split that girl in half soon as he gets his hands on her!
He hears water sloshing around in the tub, and grins as he silently turns the handle on the door, because hell yes,
Anna’s already naked and in a bath, which means she’s pampering, which
means her skin is going to butter-soft and smelling like something he’d
really like to sink his teeth into-
“Oh my god, this feels amazing, it actually does deliver on the soothin’, like it promised!”
Anna-Marie LeBeau coos, rubbing evidently moan-inducing, soothing
strokes along her throat and under her chin, “I’m totally buyin’ this
shit agai- Remy!” She squawks at him, grabbing her knees and
hugging them close, “shut the door, sugar, y'all are lettin’ out all the
warm, and lettin’ in all the cold-”
“Oh non, beb, can’t have
that, now can we?” Remy teases, flashing his teeth at his utterly
adorable wife sitting nearly chin-deep in a bath clearly going cold if
her chattering teeth are anything to go by, her hair piled up in a
frizzy top-knot, and her face covered with one of those sheet mask
things she loves, her chin and neck positively dripping with whatever
that shit is from the mask. “I ain’t about lettin’ you get cold, no?” He
continues, moving in and shutting the door behind him.
what’re you doin’?” She asks him suspiciously, and he laughs, because
even though he can’t actually see her eyes narrowed down to slits at him
for that mask, he can feel it.
“Oh, nothin, chere. Jus’ thinkin’ I might need a bath, is all.”
“Remy, no,” she replies, somewhat of a note of alarm in her tone, “I’m usin’ all new stuff, good stuff, and the good stuff is expensi- Remy!”
She gasps and splutters as he joins her in the tub, still in his
clothes, and sloshing water out on the floor, and pulls her back to his
“Chere, I don’ know what you was complainin’ about me
openin’ the door that half a second for, this water’s done gone colder
than it is out there.” He drops a kiss on the nape of her neck, sliding a
hand up to cup a breast, pulling a charge up in the other hand as he
swirls the water, heating it up. “Issa good thing I came in, else you’d
like to freeze to death in here.” He drops a series of open kisses along
her shoulder, the soft scents of honeysuckle and creamy vanilla making
his mouth water up over her skin.
“Dammit, Remy, why you always do
this?” She snips half heartedly, turning a weak as hell frown on him,
“you always try me when I’m usin’ my nice things, tryin’ to relax, and be good to my skin, and-”
“-mmm, sweetheart, I can do good and nice and then some to y’ skin, and I promise,” he practically eats along the side of her neck, turning her back around, “you be all kinds of relaxed when I’m done-”
“-and I just wanna smell good and feel clean,”
she fusses, letting him push her head back over his shoulder so he can
lick a line up to her chin, “and soak the sore out of my body, and then
you- ohhhhh, oh sugar, that-”
“-yeah, that,” he
agrees through a wicked grin she can’t even see, his free hand sliding
up between her legs, “you was sayin’ what now, chere?”
“Just to let you know, sugar, what I was sayin’ earlier is that I just wanted to pamper, relax, be clean, smell good, snuggle up, and pass out.”
Remy chuckles down at the persnickety woman dropping drowsy kisses across his chest in between each bitching word meant just to let him know. “Seems to me like you about to do every bit of that, so I don’ know what you goin’ on about, che—ouw! The fuck?” He half yelps, half laughs as she gives his nipple a sharp little bite.
She licks the teeth marks, kisses them, and lifts herself up just enough to level him a look. “I meant pass out still clean and smellin’ nice, and I definitely ain’t any of that now.”
“All a matter of opinion, Anna-Marie. I think you smell jus’ fine.”
“Yeah, I notice you didn’t mention the lack of clean part,” she snorts at him, lower lip already sulking out.
He shrugs and grins unrepentantly up at her. “We can always go for a shower, non?”
sure, why not?” She grumps, “might as well, we hit about every surface
between here and the tub, I’m sure the shower’s feelin’ left out.”
laughs and pulls her back down, flattening her out over his chest. She
loves to act like it pisses her off when he completely ruins one of her good
girly nights, but he knows better. She does all that stuff for him as
much as herself, and if she really wasn’t having him at any point, he’d
know. Body language doesn’t lie, and his wife wouldn’t pull her punches
in letting him know it in no uncertain terms, either.
sure as hell wouldn’t have let him nail her in the tub, then again,
bent over the countertop after she’d gotten smart with him while
attempting to re-start her facial…skin care…whatever
session, and yet again, tossed into the bed, where he’d pounced and
caged her down in his arms and hips after she’d laughed, squealed, and
tried to run from him.
He’s absolutely so damn gone on her, loves
her. He loves this woman with every squeeze of his stupid heart, and
where most folks might be put off by her acting grumbly over shit she’s
not actually all that upset over, he thinks she’s utterly adorable.
He’s been called crazy a time or few for that, even by others who love her, too.
Maybe he is a bit crazy.
He doesn’t care. He’s the happiest he’s ever been in his crazy, so he’ll take it.
laces fingers through her hair and kisses her forehead, the end of her
nose, then her mouth. When she fully relaxes and purrs into that kiss,
he pulls back and grins at her. “Since you’re lookin’ awfully relaxed
and ready to pass out—jus’ like I promised you earlier, might I add—how
about you go ahead and do that, and you an’ me get to includin’ that
shower in our business in the mornin’, yeah?”
He watches those stunning eyes sizzle right back up and her brows slam together. “Remy, I swear, you can ruin moments like—”
just grins wider and smacks her ass, making her squawk at him. “I ain’t
ruinin’ nothing, Anna-Marie, you the one fuckin’ up y’ beauty routine
“I’m fuckin—Remy, you’re the one who interrupted my beauty routine twice—”
you the one always insisting that gettin’ adequate sleep is part of y’
primpin’ and pampering thing you do?” He cuts her off with a laugh, “so
yeah, you jus’ settle down and get your beauty sleep-”
Cajun.” She claps her hand across his mouth, a brow arched nearly up
into her hairline. When Remy reaches up to press her palm firm against
his lips for a kiss, he watches those stunning, grass green eyes melt to
liquid, her lids dropping back to drowsy slits.
“You’re lucky I
love you, swamp rat,” she snorts, snuggling back down into his side,
popping a loud kiss on his chest. “'Cause I was really enjoyin’ that
bath you messed up, and that mask, too—” she pauses to yawn, “and I was
really lookin’ forward to this new serum I got, it’s made out snail
slime extracts, and then there was that body butter you liked so much
last time, that one with sweet orange and palo santo in it—” this time,
she yawns so hard, her little nerd-out over skin care shit blurs into
loud, adorable yawny noises. “Nummanum,” she smacks her lips into his shoulder, “nevermind. Just know y'all got yours comin’ later, Cajun.”
don’ doubt you one bit,” he chuckles out, lifting his arm just a bit to
let her wiggle in even more til she’s comfortable, her eyes closed all
And he doesn’t doubt her warning in the slightest. His
wife has a good little petty streak in her when it suits her. It’s just
her ideas on retaliation are…unusual…at times. Rarely actually to
his detriment, though always at his expense, are her one-ups on him.
he leans up to kiss into fluffy, white curls, lingering for a moment.
“'Night, Anna-Marie. Sleep sweet,” he murmurs, kissing her one more
He settles back on his pillow, hand tucked under his head,
and turns his face toward her, smile softening as he finally drifts off,