35So this is my first attempt at something longer than a one-shot. It's also my first attempt at Romy, but I have read almost everything on them. This fic is kind of AU, the history is very much so the same, but there is no mutants. "No mutants?" you say, well don't worry this fic will still have the ever so loved, and hated Romy angst. Reviews are appreciated, even flames, I'll roast marshmallows on them. Okay, so here we go at my first attempt!
Chapter 1: Untouchable
He sighed as he climbed off his motorcycle, the gravel crunched underneath his feet.
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Remy LeBeau had just returned from a trip to Paris, when his father asked his to do a job. "It is important dat dis organization has de 'ieve's guild's loyalty. The 'Brotherhood' controls mos' of de American government an' can do anythin' they please." It was his father's stern words afterwards that had convinced Remy to go on the mission; he loved his family and would do anything he could to help.
Remy decided to take his Harley instead of his car; it was the only 'woman' he enjoyed seeing every day. He would be meeting the leader's VP, and wife, in a bar they owned in Mississippi. Remy took his time on the drive, to take in the sites of lovely ladies in convertibles.
He sighed as he climbed off his motorcycle, the gravel crunched underneath his feet.
He approached what looked like a veteran's retirement home basement, and steped inside. He wondered what the woman, known to the world as 'Mystique', would look like. As he approached the bar a woman walked in from the back. He sat down and heard the click of her heels; he glanced over his shoulder to see a woman with short red hair, in a vibrant blue, pinstriped suit. Her suit jacket was slightly larger to hold her shoulder holster, but no the less, her suit was tight and made her legs go on for days.
She slowly walked towards him and handed him a card. "Gambit, I presume" she said in an almost auto tuned voiced. He gave her a nod and turned to face the dangerous looking woman. Mystique looked him up and down twice, and with a smirk on her face handed him an envelope and walked back into the room she came from.
The card read Raven Darkhӧlme. She was married to the leader, Magneto, and was possible one of the scariest women out there. There were also romours that she was a lesbian, and that her son was living with her lover. Magneto's three children were stationed around the world, being leaders of the branches of the organization. But along with those romours was one that said they always traveled with Mystique's adopted child.
Remy shook the romours out of his head and pocketed the envelope, already knowing what's inside. He looked up at the spot which Mystique had occupied less than a few moments ago, and saw a very young woman sitting at the bar on the other end. He let his eyes roam over the unknown beauty across the room. She was slender, but had the most feminine curves he had ever seen; she had medium length curly, brown hair, with an odd white stripe in the front. The white stripe was surprisingly attractive, and held its place behind a creamy white ear. She had ever-so pale, flawless white skin and showed it off with her barely there outfit. She wore cut-off jean shorts and skin tight white tank top; she looked very at home in the south. The woman was drinking what appeared to be sweet tea, with a swirl of the straw she glanced over in his direction.
Remy froze when his red on black eyes met the greenest eyes he had ever seen, they were more of an emerald than a green, and they were more beautiful than all of the emeralds he had stolen put together. She moved her eyes back to her drink and took a sip, shifting slightly in her seat. Remy took a second to recompose himself; he ran a hand through his hair whilst relearning how to breathe. With one final deep exhale, he stood and began to walk over to the beauty with the sweet tea.
He sat down in the stool next to her, "How 'bout you let dis Cajun buy yo' a drink?" he said with his most flirtatious smirk. She turned towards him, and smiled "Sorry Sugah this gal is und' age." Remy had to blink a few times before he could speak once more; this southern belle took his breath away.
"What's yo' name, chere?"
"Anna Marie is mah name sugah, what's yo' name swamp rat?"
"Chere, swamp rat is hardly de way t' describe dis Cajun. De name's Remy LeBeau-" he lightly kissed the top of her hand, causing her to blush. Remy lifted his face inches away from her and spoke just above a whisper "-but yo' can call Remy anythin' yo' like, as long as yo' be screamin' it in pleasure."
Remy felt a sharp searing pain across his cheek as the belle was now standing with a look of rage on her face. She glared at him a moment longer before leaving; her body lightly brushed against his arm and leg, Remy had to hold in a groan. He grabbed her wrist tightly, but not enough to cause pain; she looked back at his red on black eyes as he shot her an apologetic stare. Her face softened and she gave him a sweet smile before tugging out of his grasp and walking to the door Mystique had ventured through.
Remy had a short wave of lingering sadness at the realization he may never see this woman again. He shook it off, and turned towards the bar tender, who was cleaning glasses. "She be de mos' belle femme Remy has ever seen."
"Yeah, she is very beautiful, but she sure is a sad girl, poor Miss Darkhӧlme." The bar tender said, shaking his head.
"Mon chere is Mystique's daughter?"
"Yeah, she is her adopted daughter, her Rogue. It truly is a shame that such a beautiful girl like her is untouchable"
"What do yo' mean?"
"Do you really think the leaders of The Brotherhood would let their daughter date? It doesn't matter that the girl is almost eighteen; she has never had a relationship, they won't let her."
"Mon Dieu, de femme has never been kissed! Remy will have t' change dat, after all Remy be stayin' at dere house now." Remy smirked as he thought of what to come, and stood up to leave.
"Good luck, man!" the bar tender shouted at Remy, "you're going to need it" he said in a smaller voice.
"Non, Remy don' need luck, he be de King o' Hearts, non femme can resist him. She be tomber en amour already." He said leaving the dark empty bar. Before reaching his bike, he looked into the envelope and picked out the address for the Mississippi mansion of the Brotherhood. Remy smirked as he rode off to find a place with good morning coffee. Remy had an hour before he had to be at the mansion, and he would use this time to his advantage.
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Tomber en amour = falling in love
A/N: so this was just a little intro into the story. I know I married off Magneto and Mystique, but I think they are a cute couple. In this Rogue is almost 18, and Remy is just 21, so don't worry. Next chapter will have Remy's morning 'coffee' and a look into The Brotherhood's high ranking members traveling with them. There will be some Pyro in the next chapters, because we Aussies gotta stick together! Lol, thanks for reading.