F2F@ Rietro - Anything for you

After the collar came off, Remy left once for a shower and that was it. People either brought him food or he didn’t eat, Ace Mercue had his food and water by Pietro’s bed and a litter box in the other room. The kitten never went far, either sleeping on the bed or playing with a little stuffed mouse that skittered to and fro on the floor. Remy was either sitting up in his chair, reading something, holding Pietro’s hand, or sleeping half-on-the-chair and half-on-the-bed.

For the moment, he was sleeping, breathing evenly with his head resting on his arms. Remy wasn’t sleeping well these days, but he managed to get a few hours here and there. Usually he woke up on his own to check on Pietro and maybe help change the bandages, but this time, it was Ace Mercue’s meowing that woke him. Opening bleary crimson eyes, the Cajun sat up and popped the joints in his neck before focusing on what the kitten was making a fuss about.

“Pietro! Y’ awake!” The speedster was apparently trying to sit up, and their little baby knew enough about his human daddies to know that it was a bad idea and was making a fuss. Good kitty.

frostbite883 asked:

For the shipping meme. Rogue x Quicksilver.

send me a ship and i’ll tell you which one:

  • immediately begins to shimmy when maroon 5 comes on Probably Pietro while Rogue just rolls her eyes basically until she gets dragged into it.
  • wakes the other up at 3am demanding pancakes waffles Pietro
  • sends the other unsolicited nudes Pietro
  • brags about knowing karate even though they never made it past yellow belt Probs Pietro cause Rogue is actually a very good fighter..
  • comes to a complete halt outside bakeries/candy shops Pietro
  • blows sarcastic kisses after doing ridiculous shit Both of them tbh..
  • killed the guy (also, which hid the body) 
    Honestly, either of them could have killed the guy, but they both hide the body and bicker over it the entire time
  • wears the least clothing around the house Pietro
  • has icky sentimental moments for no apparent reason Probs Rogue
F2F @ Rietro - Boxes, Boxes Everywhere

One box. Two boxes. Three and… Four!

Remy managed to make a neat stack of four boxes against the far wall of the living room, completing his wall of sixteen boxes that contained the majority of the items from the town house. They were each neatly labeled with which room of the new flat they were to be delivered to, with markings to indicate fragile contents on some. Bedroom, office, entertainment, clothing, books, most of the kitchen, and half the bathroom were packed away, just waiting for the movers to come and take them away.

Usually he would insist upon moving his things on his own time, slowly, one by one to their new location but there were people he trusted who could do the job for him and he did not want to insult his father by turning down the offer. Rugs were rolled, bed frame dismantled, and the only things that weren’t packed away in boxes were what they planned on using in the next few days.

The Cajun turned from surveying his domain to the stove where he was cooking a risotto. The stock in the pan bubbled and simmered while the rice slowly absorbed the liquid. They had another few minutes before it was ready to be served, and he had a feeling Pietro would be down soon. This was one of their more relaxing nights. They were able to sit down, relax, enjoy one another’s company, and drink wine if they so chose to utilise the bottle that Remy opened and had breathing in the carafe on the counter far enough from the stove that it would not get warm.

When the rice was in its final sages, he reduced the heat and got their two plates from the almost-empty cupboard. “Cher? Y’ in de house?” If he wasn’t, it was only a phone call away and he could probably be back in under five minutes


Some time in the middle of the night Magneto had been forcibly removed from Pietro’s side by a very insistent Charles, thus leaving Remy alone with the young man. Well, not entirely alone. Before the mission, he’d brought their kitten to the Institute so that someone could take care of him if something should so happen to go wrong with everything. Now he was curled up on Pietro’s chest, purring softly and occasionally lifting his head to check to see that his injured daddy was still breathing.

The Cajun held his beloved’s hand, fingers laced together while he watched his speedster sleep. That collar… he couldn’t even begin to think of how they would get it off. From the very vague diagram that had been thrown in with all the schematics of the facilities they infiltrated, he only knew that the unconscious boy was in pain and if they tried to remove the collar by normal means, he would die.

Using a wet washcloth, he dabbed gently at the pale, bruised forehead. So many wounds… what did they do to him? Whoever was responsible for this would pay, that much was certain. Remy was not a vindictive person, but they’d hurt the most important person in his life, and he was not about to let that go. Luckily, he knew that Magneto had very similar plans. Even if the man hadn’t said a single thing, there was no doubt that he would take his revenge.

“Y’ home now, cher. Y’ safe.” Remy whispered, kissing the soft hand he held. “Ain’ gonna let no one get t’ y’. Ne'er.”