Gina-Chan1979

I've had a busy few weeks at work that sucked up all my inspiration and I haven't been able to write anything for Romyweek.

But this morning @iIsa_anartist shared this beauty on Twitter :

And inspired this little story for the last day :

Rogue was tired as if she walked for hours. The hallway was long and dark, endless, and her heels echoed against the floor, click, click, click, step after step, she came to a bright room, too bright that the light hurt.

As her eyes adjusted to the light she spotted Remy dozed on a couch still in his white suit. She was in her red dress but she remembered taking it off because it was dirty or because one of her sleeves had torn. Something like that. Something...

She walked to the couch trying to be quiet, Remy looked so calm. The soft smile on his lips made her think he was dreaming something beautiful . She smiled too and sat down next to him.

"You're back," he murmured, eyes closed, slurring his words still half asleep.

"I'm tired, so tired," she spoke in a soft tone.

Remy sat up and she rested her head on his chest. His heart was pounding.

"Your heart beats for me but I can't feel it."

"Somethin is wrong," she said looking around. There was so much light, she was sure she had changed her clothes.

"Everything is fine, chêre," he replied placing a hand on her back. " You need to rest..."

She closed her eyes, she was really exhausted and his arms were so comfortable. Remy was so warm and his hands were soft.

"I can't touch you."

"This is not real... We can't touch each other," She sobbed, clutching the folds of his jacket."You...you...I held your body...and you..."

She didn't have the courage to say it.

"Shsss," Remy kissed her cheek, pressing her against him. ""It doesn't matter... Rest... You've already fought, you can't do anything..."

"I broke your heart, it was wrong.... And you... you..."

"I died?" A cruel chuckle escaped his lips as he said it.

But he did not let her go, his lips still caressed her cheek and she didn't want to, couldn't move aside from him. His warmth, the tenderness with which he held her. The touch of his skin. Everything was so perfect. Nothing was real.

Tears slid down her cheeks. The pain in her heart wouldn't let her breathe.

"The party is over," he whispered as he pulled away from her.

"No please," She begged, grabbing his face with both hands.

"Goodbye, mon ami," Remy smiled, fading between her fingers.

"Remy!" a cry that made her lungs hurt scaped from her lips.

And she was in her room again, not in Genosha, not in Mexico, in the Mansion in a shattered room.

@roguegambitweek

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Comicverse), X-Men ‘97 (Cartoon 2024) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Remy LeBeau/Rogue Characters: Remy LeBeau, Rogue (X-Men) Additional Tags: Alternative Meeting, romyweek2024, Thieves Guild, Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, day:1 Summary:

What if Remy and Anna had met while they were still with their respective adoptive families?

Romyweek2024: Day 1: Alternative meeting.

@rogue/gambitweek

Romyvalentine2024

It was their first Valentine’s Day together. The previous years there was always some drama that made the day a disaster or disappointing. Or simply the superhero’s life barred them from doing anything meaningful.

And she didn’t even know if Remy likes this type of celebrations. Maybe he thought it was stupid. Valentine’s Day was never her thing, just a sad reminder of what she couldn’t have. Why would the untouchable girl celebrate the day of love? So she convinced herself it was just a a dumb day made up by the stores to sell roses and heart-shaped nonsense.

But this year was different, away from the X-Men. Living a quiet life in Valle Soleada was the perfect occasion to do something different. Something just for them.

Remy had Guild business to attend, but he would arrive tonight. When they spoke, he didn’t mention any special plans. Maybe he didn’t even remember what day it was. So she planned to surprise him with a candlelit dinner, a nice dress, and sexy lingerie.

Hopefully, if Remy wasn’t a big fan of Valentine’s Day, he wouldn’t be too overwhelmed.

Despite all the doubts, she felt stupidly happy. The night before she cooked Remy’s favorite meal and adorned the dining room with candles and flowers. Even made pecan pie.

She bought an expensive wine too, the same wine they drank on their first proper date. The memory of that day warmed her heart. The night was so sweet and romantic. Remy’s tender words made her believe it could work. But after a bunch of heartbreaks, of thinking that all was lost for them... Fate had given them a new opportunity. On Valle Soleada, all those dreams of love were coming true.

Before going to work, Rogue left everything ready. So after arriving home, just had to shower and make herself pretty for him.

Rogue saw the house at the end of the road and picked up her pace. Even if Remy wasn’t home, she cherished the feeling of arriving at her little haven. Everything there reminded her of how happy she felt.

As soon as she walked in, she realized that the bathroon light was on. Cursing her bad memory, she went over to turn it off.

But she didn’t expect to find the tub full of bubbles, candles, small lights tangled in the furniture, and petals. There was a bottle of white wine cooling in an ice chest and behind her, the deep voice of Josh Turner sang Your Man.

Rogue suppressed a giggle and felt Remy’s hands wrap around her waist and his lips trailing kisses from her neck to her ear.

“I’m home,” he whispered, kissing her head.

“Welcome,” Rogue whispered back, caressing his arms.

“So you’ve made a surprise dinner, uh?” Remy said with a smile in his voice.

“I tried, but it seems impossible to surprise you, sugah,” Rogue came back, smiling too.

“I love it, nice food and wine. But I figured you’d come home from work tired, and that you wanted a hot bath first,” Remy replied, turning her around. Then he grabbed her hand, and danced with her around the room.

“That sounds fantastic, but only if you join me,” Rogue added, letting herself be carried away by the rhythm of the music.

“Did you doubt it?” Remy caught her by the waist and let her go down into his arms.

“No, never,” she replied, cupping his face to kiss him.

“Bien,” said Remy, barely parting his lips from hers. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mon cœur.”

“Happy Valentine, Remy.”

Later...

It was very late, Remy was sitting across from her, his hair tousled, naked and looking at her so lovingly that Rogue could barely look up from the strings of her guitar.

“I’m warning you, it’s just a stupid little song,” she murmured, feeling her cheeks burn.

“No one has ever written me a song before. I’m sure it’s magnificent,” he responded, so soft, so sweet. This rare miracle of a man was hers. And she couldn’t love him more.

So she sang

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