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Part 2 of Farewell kiss?

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It's Over, isn't it? (Farewell kiss part 2)

Word Count: 774

Remy Lebeau x Reader

Summary: The morning after Remy's departure

The light from the rising sun filtered through the sheer curtains in the kitchen, bathing it in a pretty gold that makes it look almost unrealistic. It was something Y/N loved about this part of the house, one of the reasons she wanted it. Her thoughts are paused by the shuffling of little feet against the hardwood floors. Riley and Rose, still rubbing sleep from their eyes, stumbled into the kitchen, mouths open mid-yawn. Y/N stands flipping pancakes, and lets her gaze drift to the girls before going back to the food.

"Mommy, are you making bunny-shaped pancakes again?" Riley questioned as she pulled herself up into a chair. Y/N moves to put Rose in a chair as well before going to the stove and flipping a pancake. "I sure am, honey." She answered after swallowing thickly, afraid she might cry in front of them if they asked about last night or Remy in general. The air in the house felt almost uncomfortable to her, but she ignored it as much as she could and grabbed plates for the girls pancakes before setting both plates on the table in front of them and moving to grab cups that she filled with orange juice. This was the quietest she had been in years, especially since having Riley and Rose.

"Mommy, where's Daddy?" Rose was always observant and had already caught on to something being wrong the moment her father hadn't appeared when the pancakes were done, like he always had. Y/N freezes like she has been caught committing a crime and stops before she could move the frying pan to the sink. "Daddy had to go out last night, sweetheart." Her heart clenched at the mention of Remy. "He'll be back soon." She added that, trying to reassure them, though uncertainty lingered in her voice, she turned to face the girls, who stared at her with wide eyes that looked full of questions.

Riley was next to speak up, her lower lip quivering and her eyes starting to water. "But why did he have to go?" Her voice wavered, mirroring the anxiety that Y/N felt in her own heart. Y/N moved closer to the table, kneeling down to be level with both girls. She sucked in a breath and wiped her own eyes, trying to gather the strength to answer their question. "Daddy had to go help some people who needed him, just like he always does. But he loves us very much, and he'll come back as soon as he can." Her words were slow as she looked for the right words to say to explain it to the girls.

Riley's brows furrowed in confusion. "But he's always home for pancakes." She spoke in almost a whisper, clearly upset by his disappearance. Rose looks out towards the living room, almost like she was patiently waiting for her father to walk in, but Y/N knew she would be waiting awhile if that were true. "Can we call him?" Riley questioned her eyes, searching Y/N's for reassurance. Y/N smiled softly and nodded before speaking. "Of course we can." Y/N knew he wouldn't answer while he was gone, he never did, but that didn't stop her from leaving voicemail.

Y/N stands to find her phone, which was almost always lost when she was home. Finding it, she scrolls until she finds Remy's contact and brings the phone to the girls as it rings. After a minute, they are met with the automated voice saying to leave a message after the beep, which Y/N let the girls take over most of the recording. "

Hi daddy! You're missing the bunny pancakes today, but I think Mommy can save some for you. Oh, and it's Riley!" She exclaimed, saying her name like her father wouldn't know her voice. Y/N turned the phone towards Rose, who spoke quietly. "Hi daddy, I miss you, but I know when you come home you'll stay for even longer, so it's okay." Y/N's heart hurt at her youngest daughter's words.

Y/N ended the voicemail. "Hey Remy, the girls just wanted to talk to you. I hope you can call me whenever you get a chance. The girls would like to hear your voice, and I wouldn't mind either. Love you." She hangs up with a sigh before smiling at the kids. "Okay girls, finish eating before your food is all cold." She goes to start the dishes.

Y/N wished he picked up the phone just this one time, but the kids were satisfied with leaving a voicemail. But somewhere far from their pretty little house, Remy laid on a battlefield, never hearing any voicemail.

Part 3

Yes please 🙏

A/N okay, so I had no intentions of making a part 3 or even a part 2, but here we are, so I hope you guys like it. 💗

Fixing what's broken (Farewell kiss part 3)

Word count: 878

Remy Lebeau x Reader

Summary: Y/N takes the girls to see Remy

The mansion buzzed with activity, but all Y/N could focus on was the call she had gotten an hour before, which had come from one of the X-Men, who informed her that Remy had been injured during battle, which caused her to almost leap off the couch in a rush to grab the car keys and the kids. Her thoughts almost caused her to walk right past the door to the room Remy was staying in while he recovered, if it wasn't for Riley planting her feet and pulling Y/N to a stop, she would've walked with Rose until she realized. Y/N stares at the door for a moment, the girls taking that as a moment to speak to her before they see their father.

"Mommy, do you think Daddy's gonna be okay?" Riley's voice was timid, like she was afraid of the answer. Y/N tried to give a comforting smile, but she honestly didn't know how comforting it would actually be. "He'll be alright." Y/N's voice sounded unsure despite her words. She turns to Rose, whom she holds in her arms. "Ready to see Daddy?" She opens the door before Rose can do more than nod. When the door opened, Y/N's heart hurt at the sight of Remy lying on a bed, all bandaged up but still alert. There were cuts on his face and bruises forming everywhere that she could see. She didn't want to imagine what his bruising looked like under his clothes. "Hey, there's my beautiful girls!"

Remy's voice sounded much more energetic than his face looked, it probably hurt to smile from all the bruises and cuts. "Daddy!" Both of the girls exclaimed in unison, with Riley crawling up onto the bed to give him a hug and Y/N placing Rose on the bed to do the same. "Be gentle, girls, Daddy's still in pain, okay?" Y/N tells the two before stepping back and watching the sweet reunion. She felt relief and love, but the knot of worry she'd had since Remy left still hadn't gone away. "C’mere chérie. I'm alright, I promise." He spoke after the girls got comfy and snuggled into his side like they used to when they were babies.

Y/N stepped closer to the bed, and Remy reached out his free arm that wasn't wrapped around the girls, pulling her close. "I'm sorry for worryin’ y’all." He squeezed everyone closer in a hug before pressing a kiss on everyone's forehead. "I really didn't mean to scare ya." His words were directed to Y/N, he knew she probably freaked out when she got the phone call. Y/N closed her eyes, squishing closer to him. "You better not scare us like this again, Remy." She says it firmly. "We need you." Y/N opens her eyes, looking up at him, tears welling up in her eyes. Remy brushes a tear away. "I ain’t goin’ nowhere." He speaks in a comforting voice as he runs his other hand over the top of the girls heads.

Riley moves to look up at her parents, her brow furrowed. "Daddy, you have to be more careful!" She exclaimed, and Rose nodded vigorously in agreement. Remy chuckled softly but winced slightly at the pain in his ribs when he laughed. "I hear y’all loud and clear, I promise to be more careful." He tells the girls, knowing he'd agree to anything for them. "We love you, Remy." Y/N says this as she watches him interact with their kids. He places a sweet kiss on her lips before looking at all three of them. "I love y’all more than anything."

The rest of the afternoon was spent together, with the girl deciding to draw pictures for Remy to look at while he recovered and Y/N sitting next to him watching the girls run back and forth to show off each new piece of art. The sun had started to set, and Y/N knew it was almost time to get the girls home, but she didn't want to leave Remy there by himself and knew the kids wouldn't want to go either. "Remy, I think it's time I took the kids home, probably should make dinner and give them a bath." Her voice was quiet, like she didn't want him to hear the words. Remy's face turned into a small frown as he spoke. "Already?" He asked, looking towards the window, seeing the sun setting and the sky getting dark. "Yeah, but you'll be able to come home with us soon." She tried to comfort him with her words as she stood up from the bed and stretched.

"If you want, I can call you before they fall asleep, so you can say goodnight." Y/N offered as he sat up a little, looking tiredly at the girls who were still drawing. "Yeah, that would be great." He still looked sad, but slightly more cheerful. Y/N steps towards Riley and Rose before speaking up. "Okay girls, let's clean up so we can go." Her words were met with lots of 'no's', but Remy reassured them that they would come back tomorrow to see him. It wasn't like he was going anywhere, right?

Does anyone have any requests or suggestions on what to write? I'm kinda lacking in the ideas department as of late for Remy.

If you're still asking for Remy/reader suggestions - maybe something where reader is injured and Remy has to stay at the mansion with reader or reader will sneak on the x-jet?

Healing Heart's

Word count: 682

Remy Lebeau x Reader

Summary: Y/N gets injured and Remy takes care of her

The fluorescent lights were harsh on Y/N's eyes as she lay in a bed in the medbay. The battle she was in had been hard, but the X-men came out on top, like usual, but as always, it came with someone being injured. Y/N's body ached and burned from scrapes, and she probably had a broken rib or two.

As she looked over, she let out a groan from the pain of shifting in the bed and moving to get up before noticing someone sitting beside her. Remy sat with worry etched on his face, watching her try to leave the bed. "Chérie, stop. You gotta rest." He places a hand on her shoulder to keep her from getting out of bed.

"There's no time for rest, there's always something to do," she huffs, being pushed flat against the pillows. "And the team needs me, Remy. I can't just sit here." She rolls over, leaving her back to face him. "De team can manage without you for a while, you need to heal." She leaves him in silence, definitely upset at the thought of having to stay in the medbay for, god knows, how long.

Over the next few days, Y/N's frustration grew. Every time she heard the rest of the X-Men leave, she felt guilty, causing them to be down a member. She tried many times to sneak out of the mansion, but Remy was always one step ahead of her.

Days later, Y/N was officially done with staying inside and off her feet, she was determined to board the X-Jet with the rest of the X-men. But just as she was about to step on it when Remy appeared in front of her, blocking her path. "Remy, move!" she said, her voice filled with frustration.

She tries to step around him, but Remy moves to block her every time. Remy stood with his arms crossed. "Non, chérie. I ain't lettin' you go out dere to get hurt again when you aren't even fully healed." Y/N stared at him with her brows furrowed in anger before feeling tears of anger and helplessness well up in her eyes. "You don't understand." Her voice wavered. "I have to be there, I have to help." Remy's eyes softened before stepping closer.

He brought his hand up to gently hold her arm. "I do understand." He starts, "But you ain't helpin' nobody if you get hurt worse, let me take care of you." With a huff from Y/N, Remy guides her back into the mansion.

Y/N reluctantly returns to her room, still feeling the guilt gnawing at her. That evening, she laid in bed, tossing and turning, realizing just how boring the mansion was when everyone was on a mission.

A knock pulls her away from her blank stare at the wall. "Brought you somethin' to eat," he said with a smile while opening the door. Y/N sat up in bed, accepting the tray of food.

"Thanks, Remy." Her voice sounded bored when she spoke. "I know it's hard for you to stay behind, but de team understands," he says, taking a seat beside her on the bed. "All we want is for you to get better." Y/N looks into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and concern there. "I'm sorry for being so stubborn."

Remy chuckled after she spoke. "It's one of de t'ings I love about you," he said, smiling at her again. "But you gotta promise me you'll rest and let yourself heal." She sighs before nodding. "I promise."

Over the next few days, Y/N let Remy help her with most things, and she realized that taking care of herself is just as important as helping her team. One morning, when Y/N was able to move around more without pain, she found Remy in the kitchen, making breakfast. Her steps were quiet as she walked up behind him, slipping her arms around his waist. "Merci, Remy," she whispered. "For everything." Remy turns in her hold to look at her, placing a kiss on her nose. "Anytime, chérie, you mean de world to me."

But why ?

Villain ≠ Hot

Hot = Villain

Innocence gone Bad

You were always the baby of the group. The one that needed to be 'protected'. To your family if you had no one around you something would happen to their precious sister/child. Everyone seemed to adore you. I mean who wouldn't you were this innocent, happy, kind, and beautiful person. Everyone wanted to be in your presence because it was calming. You liked it. No you loved it. You loved it because you loved your family, they were all that you needed in life.

Until they simply weren't in your life anymore. That fateful day in 1521 CE tore you to peices. Everyone split ways leaving you to be alone in the world. Eventhough they had promise no matter what they would always be with you, they weren't. That night was the night you started to loathe your so called family. The feeling of betrayal and anger and sadness was overwhelming. It was like being in the ocean and these humongous waves were crashing down on you. There was no telling when it would end. It sent you on a frezy. Of course after calming down you realised that you could not blame your dear mother and father figures Gilgamesh and Thena. Thena in her state could go off at any minute and hurt you. They had an excuse the rest didn't.

You lived your life hating the rest of the eternals wishing they could feel the pain you felt. Unbestknown to you they were feeling the emptyness of not having their darling angel with them. You never wanted to see or hear from them again except Gilgamesh and Thena of coures. Unfortunatly the universe seemed to want to piss you off. So here you are going to save the world with the people who left you behind.

To be continued

I gain an enemy?

When we entered the classroom, Clint went to sit at a blacktopped lab table exactly like the ones I was used to at home. He already had a neighbour. In fact, all the tables were filled but one. Net to the centre aisle, I recognised Natasha Romanoff, sitting next to that single open seat.

My heart started pounding a little faster than usual.

As I walked down the aisle to do my required intro for the teacher and get my slip signed, I was watching her, trying to make it convert. Just as I passed, she suddenly went rigid in her seat. Her face jerked up toward mine so fast it surprised me, staring with the strangest expression—it was more than angry, it was furious, hostile. I looked away, stunned, going red again. I stumbled over a book in the walkway and had to catch myself on the edge of a table. The girl sitting there giggled.

I'd been right about the eyes. They were black—coal black. Mrs. Banner (I vaguely noticed that she shared a last name with Bruce) signed my slip and handed me a book with no nonsense of instructions. I could tell we were going to get along. Of course, she no choice but to send me to the one open seat in the middle of the room. I kept my eyes down as I went to sit by her, confused and awkward, wondering what I could have done to earn the antagonistic glare she'd given me.

I didn't look up as I set my book on the table and took my sea, But I saw her posture change from the corner of my eye. She was leaning away from me, sitting on the extreme edge of her chair and averting her face like she smelled something bad. Inconspicuously, I sniffed. MY shirt smelled like laundry detergent. How could that be offensive? I scooted my chair to the right, giving her as much space as I could, and tried to pay attention to the teacher.

The lecture was on cellular anatomy, something I'd already studied. I took notes carefully anyway, looking down. I couldn't stop myself from shooting the occasional glance at the strange girl next to me. Through the entire class, she never relaxed her stiff position on the edge of her chair, sitting as far from me as possible, with her hair hiding most of her face. Her hand was clenched into a fist on top of her left thigh, tendons standing out under her pale skin. This, too, she never relaxed. She had the sleeves of her white henley pushed up to her elbows, and her forearm flexed with surprisingly hard muscle beneath her pale skin. I couldn't help but notice how perfect that skin was. Not one freckle, not one scar.

The class seemed to drag on longer than the rest. Was it because the day was finally ending, or because I was waiting for her tight fist to loosen? It never did; she continued to sit so still it looked like she wasn't even breathing. What was wrong with her? Was this how she usually acted? I questioned my quick judgement on Maria's sour grapes at lunch today. Maybe she wasn't just resentful.

This couldn't have anything to do with me. She didn't know me.

Mrs. Banner passed some quizzes back when the class was almost done. She handed me one to give to the girl. I glanced at the top automatically - one hundred percent.

I glanced down at her as I slid the paper over, and then instantly regretted it. She was glaring up at me again, her long, black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from the hate radiating from her, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind,

At that moment, the being rang loudly, making me jump, and Natasha Romanoff as out of her seat. She moved like a dancer, every perfect line of her slim body in harmony with all the others, her back to me, and she was out the door before anyone else was out of their seat.

I sat frozen in my seat, staring blankly after her. She was so harsh. I began gathering up my things slowly, trying to block out the confusion and guilt that filled me. Why should I feel guilty? I hadn't done anything wrong. How could I have? I hadn't actually even met her.

"Aren't you Y/n Fury?" a female voice asked.

I looked up to see a somewhat squared faced girl, light brown eyes, and blonde hair at shoulder length, smiling at me in a friendly way. She obviously didn't think I smelled bad.

"Yeah," I replied, smiling back.

"I'm Carol."

"Hi, Carol."

"Do you need any help finding your next class?"

"I'm headed to the gym, actually. I think I can find it."

"That's my next class, too." She seemed thrilled, though it wasn't such a big coincidence in a school this small.

We walked to class together; she was a chatterer—she supplied most of the conversation, which made it easy for me. She'd lived in California till she was ten, so she got how I felt about the sun. It turned out she'd been in my English class also. She was the nicest person I met today.

But as we were entering the gym she asked, "So, did you stab Natasha Romanoff with a pencil or what? I've never seen her act like that."

I winced. I guess I wasn't the only one who had noticed. And, apparently, that wasn't Natasha Romanoff's usual behaviour. I decided to play dumb.

"Was that the girl I sat next to in Biology?"

"Yeah," she said. "She looked like she was in pain or something."

"I don't know," I responded. "I never spoke to her."

"She's weird." Carol and I lingered by the girls dressing room. "If I got to sit by you, I would have talked to you."

I smiled at her before walking towards the gym teacher. She was kind and seemed to like me. But that wasn't enough to make me forget the last strange hour.

The gym teacher, Coach Clapp, found me a uniform, but she didn't make me dress down for today's class. At t home, only two years of P.E were required. Here P.E was mandatory all four years. My own special version of hell.

I watched four volleyball games running simultaneously. Remembering how many injuries I had sustained—and inflicted—playing volleyball, I felt a little nauseated.

The final bell rang at last. I walked slowly to the office to return my paperwork. The rain had faded away, but the wind was strong, and colder. I zipped my jacket up and shoved my free hand into a pocket.

When I walked into the warm office, I almost turned around and walked back out.

Natasha Romanoff stood at the desk in front of me. Impossible not to recognise her tangled red hair. She didn't seem to notice the sound of my entrance. I stood pressed against the back wall, waiting for the balding receptionist to be free.

She was arguing with him in a low, velvety voice. I quickly picked up the gist of the argument. She was trying to trade from sixth-hour Biology to another time—any other time.

This could not be about me. It had to be something else, something that happened before I got to the Biology room. The look on her face must have been about some other problem. It was impossible that a stranger could take such a sudden, intense dislike to me. I wasn't interesting enough to be worth that strong of a reaction.

The door opened again, and the cold wind suddenly gusted through the room, rustling the papers on the desk, waving through my hair. The girl who came in merely stepped to the desk, placed a note in the wire basket, and walked out again. But Natasha Romanoff's back stiffened, and she turned slowly to glare at me—her face was ridiculously perfect, not even one tiny flaw to make her seem human—with piercing hate-filled eyes. For an instant, I felt the oddest thrill of fear, raising the hair on my arms. As if she were going to pull a gun out and shoot me. The look only lasted a second, but it was colder than the freezing wind. She turned back to the receptionist.

"Never mind, then," she said quickly in a voice like a silk. "I can see that's impossible. Thank you so much for your help." And she turned on her heel without another look at me, and disappeared out the door.

I went robotically to the desk, my face white for once instead of red, and handed him the signed slip.

"How did your first day go, Kid?" he asked

"Fine," I lied, my voice cracking. I could see I hadn't convinced him.

When I got to the truck, it was almost the last car in the lot. It seemed like a haven, already the closet thing to home I had in this wet, green hell. But soon I was cold enough to want the heater, so I turned the key and the engine roared to life. I headed back to Charlie's house, trying to think of nothing at all.