#chat: romy

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close up + alt ver for a print!

[stanshikabutromy]

some of my favorite snippets from my high school no powers au x-men chat fic that i’m writing (1/?) | part two

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Mr & Mrs X #10 (2018)

[a-roguish-gambit]

Rogue and Gambit preparing themselves for the wedding of Mystique x Destiny

@knivxsanddespair

Ooooooooooooo I love it

[a-moth-to-the-light]

if you liked baby queen’s “colours of you” !!!

[ramuelszoo]

haven't had anything in the queue in a while huh! sorry about that, it's been a particularly rough past 2 months, so i really haven't had the time.

hoping to put some more stuff in soon & reply to all the kind things everyone's reblogged my fellas with! 💖 wishing you all a pleasant september ^_^

[stanshikabutromy]

more snippets from high school no powers au x-men chat fic (2/?) | part one

[a-roguish-gambit]

So a plot point that I loved in X Men 97 that few people talk about is when Rogue, despite her fear about her powers, is the one to deliver baby Nathan Summers after the doctor in the hospital refuses to assist the birth because of his bigotry against mutants (mirroring one among examples of real life obstetric violence).

Makes me wonder if in the proccess to loose her fear of coming close and touching other people, Rogue could develop a vocation to become a health care professional, like a surgeon, a physical therapist, a psycologist, a nurse, a surgical intrumentist and anesthesist, a midwife or a paramedic...

Also imagine her telling Cable she delivered him, asking him to call her Aunt, and she being his godmother.

Sorry responding to this so late things have been a bit crazy lately and was focused on the comic

Ok so I love this. I can imagine of she ever leaves the x men she goes to gambit and is like "...do you think it's too late for me to go to med school?"

A big smile splits across his face. "Non chere. I tink ya would be great at it."

She keeps trying to convince herself she can't but Gambit is right there to counter and support her.

"there's no way we could afford this... especially with our little girl's future to consider..."

*gambit pulls out a giant carpet bag full of millions*

"Gambit beg to differ!"

"....gambit...where did you get that?"

"Gambit da prince of theives, chere. Gambit may not steal no mo, but he got plenty of caches of cash squirreled away places. I tink dis one was from ...some middle eastern oil prince? Hired me for a stag party in 87' and I robbed him blind without setting off a single alarm."

".....*cackling* oh Lord gambit...just...incredible you are....we are taking this to our graves aren't we?"

"yup, tho this bag be takin you ta med school!"

[a-roguish-gambit]

Agreed

“Girl dick and boy pussy” not gonna say it twice

[reidsdimples]

Accidental Baby Genius | Part 2

Based on the request from part 1

You tell Spencer about his child, years later.

Fluff/angst/no smut 🖤 🧸

Enjoy some AI renderings of Reid’s son 🫶🏻

3.5 Years later

“Mommy!” Your son raises his arms when you walk in the door. He hugs you tight around the neck.

“Roman,” you sigh and hold him for a minute. You push away the gnawing realization that’s been plaguing you for months.

He looks up at you with big brown eyes and sweeps his wavy brown locks from his face. You put your hand in his hair and mess it all up again and he laughs. Even his laugh- the way his face contorts- it’s so achingly familiar.

The cut of his jaw as he approaches three years old is becoming more pronounced. You can’t unsee it in him, Spencer Reid is his father. And if his looks weren’t enough of a convincer-

“Rome read me three Dr Seuss books and The Very Hungry Caterpillar today,” your sister informs you,

“Four!” He pouts.

Your two year old was reading at a fucking first grade level if not higher. You sigh, in awe of him.

A familiar heartache seizes you. Spencer has no idea that this amazing little boy is his son.

“I think it’s time,” you shake your head and inform your sister.

“I think so too,” she agrees.

Roman as back to his spot on the floor, building a Lego set of the Star Wars star destroyer which is huge and you can’t figure out how to build. But he’s over half done and you can watch him move around and articulate how to do it all day long.

You noticed about a week ago that he’s started to lick his bottom lip when he’s thinking, or bite it when he’s nervous. It’s not a trait he got from you.

In fact the only thing he seemed to get from you was his nose and ears but the jury was still out on that one. It’s like you birthed a mini Spencer Reid.

“Hey Romi,” you call him by his nickname and wave him over.

“Do you remember how you asked me about your dad?”

“Uhuhh,” he uses his palm to brush his hair back with his hands which are too big for him.

“How would you like to meet him?” He turns in your arms and lights up.

“Does he like reading?”

“He does,” you answer and fight back tears.

“What about counting, because I can count all the way to five thousand,” he starts talking faster when he’s excited.

“I think so,” you caress his small face and kiss his forehead.

—

“I didn’t know if this was still your number,” you say when Spencer answers his phone.

“I’ve had it for years, what’s up?” He seems distracted and you don’t want to do this over the phone.

“Can we talk… in person,” you ask.

“Sure?” He hasn’t spoken to you since about a month after you left the team so abruptly.

“How’s lunch tomorrow?” You ask.

“I thought you moved?” He presses.

“My sister and I moved to DC last month, I’m working at the pentagon now,” you inform him.

“Wow, okay,” you hear shuffling in the background. “Let’s do pizza, you still like Ray’s?” He asks because you two ate there all the time.

“Yeah, how about 1230?”

“Sounds good, see you then,” he hangs up.

Your sister takes your shaking hand but you calm yourself by looking at your beautiful boy.

You think Spencer will want to be a dad, you think he’s mentioned it before. Especially with how absent his father was. But you’re nervous and unsure. He would have every right to be angry with you, Roman was almost three. But it’s better late than never right?

-

“Spencer,” you beam nervously and he hugs you. He seems taller, his hair seems curlier, and he’s got some facial hair. He looks… matured. You wonder what he’s been through, what he’s seen with the BAU since you last saw him.

“Y/N, how are you?” He asks.

“Good, I’m good,” you guys sit outside and make idle chat about work.

You fall into easy conversation over pepperoni pizza and he laughs about some joke your coworker made about Aristotle.

“You said you needed to talk to me?” He crosses his legs and pushes his hair back with his palm(just like Roman does.)

“Spencer…” you shake your head and look down at your lap. Your throat tightens and it all comes down to this moment.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He leans forward and drops his pizza.

“I’m so sorry,” you don’t expect to cry but you do. He drags the metal outdoor chair closer to you and touches your shoulder:

“Sorry for what? What’s going on?” He seems worried.

“I didn’t just leave the BAU for a new position,” you sigh and wipe your eyes. You turn in your chair towards him and pull your knees to your chest.

His brows are furrowed, full and dark just like your sons.

“I got pregnant,” you huff out a shaky breath.

He slides his chair back. You can’t look at him.

“What are you saying?” His voice is low.

“This is Roman,” you slide your phone across the table towards him. Your lock screen is a picture of your son staring at the camera as though he’s far beyond his years.

Spencer inspects it, his eyes scanning the photo frantically.

“That- he…” and then a tear falls down his face. “Do you have more pictures?”

You take your phone and give him your camera roll.

He swipes for a while, he’s biting his lip, his eyes bloodshot.

“He looks just like me,” he whispers a broken whisper and sits back down.

“I know,” you can hardly speak.

“How long have you known he was mine?” He doesn’t sound angry, just… sad.

“I’ve suspected it for a while, he started talking a year ago and… he’s just so smart. Sickeningly so…”

“He could talk at 1?”

“Spencer he can read books and do math at 2 and a half. I could kid myself on his looks for the first year or so of his life but…” you grab his hand and squeeze. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why did you leave? Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” He asks and looks up at you.

“Because… you had just lost Maeve and there was a chance that the baby wouldn’t be yours and I didn’t want to make things harder on you,” you sniffle.

He rubs at his eye like he used to do when he got a headache.

“Why tell me now?” He asks.

“He asks about his daddy. And now that I know for a fact who that is… you deserve to know.”

“Daddy,” he whispers and his voice cracks as he looks at a photo of Roman as a baby baby.

“He’s even wearing…” he points at the picture.

“My sister was trying to make a point,” you smile softly.

He laughs a little at that.

“Do you want to meet him? You don’t have to. You never have to…”

“Of course I do,” he stops you.

“I don’t want anything from you. That’s not why I’m telling you this,” you assure him. “You can be as involved or not involved as you want.”

“Y/N, he’s my son. I want him to know me and I want to know him,” now he’s squeezing your hand. You nod, you’re relieved.

——

“Okay, are you ready?” You ask your son the next day.

“Yes!” He holds up his toy train that he brought his dad to the park.

You spot Spencer at a picnic table in the shade and pick up your son. The wind blows his hair around as you approach. Spencer stands, his eyes lighting up as he beholds Roman.

“Spencer Reid, this is Roman Jacob Reid,” you say proudly.

“Hi,” he smiles and waves at Roman who you stand on the table.

“I got you a train. It has my name on it, see. R-O-M-A-N,” he points at the letters. Spencer lets out an amazed huff and takes the red engine.

“It’s perfect!” He exaggerates.

“I’m changing his last name tomorrow,” you whisper to Spencer. “If that’s okay.”

“That would be amazing,” he smiles down at you.

“Okay stand back,” Roman pushes Spencer away from the table. “I’m going to show mommy that you’re strong because I’m strong and if I’m a superhero you’re a superhero!”

Spencer glances at you and has no idea what he means but then Roman jumps off of the table towards Spencer in a giant leap with a howling laugh. Spencer doesn’t miss a beat and catches him swiftly with the biggest smile of his face.

“See mommy! Strong! Now I know he’s my daddy for sure!” Roman exclaims.

“Romi be gentle with him,” you warn.

“Romi,” Spencer whispers as he tries out the nickname.

“Mommy says you’re a special agent, are you a spy? Like double oh seven?” Roman asks absentmindedly as he places the train into Spencer’s shoulder and moves it back and forth. He’s sitting on the table in front of his dad who looks like the world just fell in his lap. Your heart feels so full.

“Maybe, what do you know about 007?” He grins at his son.

“Some stuff,” he shrugs.

“I do know magic,” Spencer informs him.

“But magic isn’t real!” Roman swats his dad’s chest.

“No?” Spencer pinches Romans ear. “So you always have a quarter in there?”

“Woah!” Roman stands on the table in awe. “Do it again!”

“What about this? Is this yours?” He reaches towards his other ear and brings out a lollipop.

“It is now,” he giggles and snatches it. “Thank you,” he hugs Spencer around the neck.

Spencer looks at you and you’ve never seen him like this. He seems content, amazed, like he’s finally found a puzzle he can’t solve. You’re hugging Roman’s stuffed bear to your chest as you watch them.

“Thank you,” Spencer whispers to you and hugs Roman again. “Now let’s go get some ice cream,” Spencer says.

“Uh-oh you said the magic word,” you taunt as Roman squeals in excitement.

“I wanna be on your back,” Roman tells Spencer who obliges. He wraps his arms around Spencer’s neck, his legs around his waist while Spencer supports his legs.

He follows you to the ice cream shop across from the park. You think for the first time in a while, that everything just might be okay.

“Would it be weird for me to thank you?” You ask Spencer.

“Thank me for what?” He asks and licks his ice cream cone. Roman is in your lap, gently picking singular sprinkles off of his ice cream and eating them first. Like always.

“For him,” you hug him gently and kiss his head. Roman doesn’t react, too lost in his ice cream.

“You carried him, birthed him, and raised him on your own until now. I should be thanking you. You’re incredible,” he stares into your eyes. Your heart skips a beat and you look away.

“Let’s just say we’re both grateful for him,” you smile. “I never knew, where you stood on children. If you ever wanted them.”

“Children bring such a light into our lives, especially people like us who work in the dark all of the time. They remind us of wonder and innocence and show us compassion and patience. In their presence we are given the opportunity to rediscover the joy in simple moments, the thrill of exploration, and the power of unconditional love. I’ve always wanted children,” he explains.

You don’t know why you had any doubts about him.

“Well, they can be trying too,” you look down at your perfect child. “So I hear,” you shrug and both of you laugh.

[thatonedogart]

I mean what do you think happened off screen in the goblin queen episode? /j

Textless version

I’ll be honest chat this came to me like a vision as all best idea do and I had to make it happen

Don’t get me wrong, Romy is top tier but who doesn’t enjoy WLW ships? Personally I like women so this is a win in every direction

Also here’s some bonus doodles for you

[a-roguish-gambit]

What's Rosemary's relationship with the other x men like? I can see Kurt being the best uncle ever! And the other x men would be the most chaotic babysitters ever

Oh absolutely he spoils her rotten. Kurt is constantly bringing her German candy when he comes, loves listening to her play pretend stories, and is really only strict about bed times.

She loves bugging wolverine. He does not enjoy it but like a dog being harassed by a toddler quietly tolerates it cause he would die for this kid.

Jubilee takes her to arcades and plays crane games with her. Girl is spoiled for plushies. She shows her how to play all the games and will intentionally lose some times if she feels herself start winning a bit too much. She can't do it everytime cause Rosemary gets upset if she figures it out.

Beast wishes she would spend more time with him. He wants to impart all this science onto this potential young protege but s lot of it goes over her head early on. As she gets into school though she goes to him for help a lot with school work and they end up bonding with her.

She calls Xavier Grandpa. Which he finds adorable but it also makes him realize he really is getting old.

She thinks storm is the coolest and wants to be like her when she grows. When she was really little she would run around with a white towel tied around her neck pretending to be storm. She thinks her powers are the coolest and regularly asks for localized rain storms instead sprinkler parties in summer.

Cyclops and jean are pretty standard go to babysitters when Kurt isn't available cause of how responsible they are. Rosemary likes her aunt jean, but is constantly trying to defy uncle Scott's rules. She has her father's perchance for rebellion.

Morph is not allowed to baby sit her alone. Not cause they are mean or cruel or anything. But they will absolutely not enforce curfews and let her have junk food for dinner. It's almost as if they need their own babysitter. Rosemary loves them. They are the best guest for pretend tea parties....Remy might be slightly jealous of his daughters declaration of that.

[a-roguish-gambit]

Ok ngl it is really weird especially considering that canonically nightcrawler is covered in blue fur...like that's not his skin, it's FUR. There is already fluff growing there with a predetermined uniform growth pattern and rate. Like, why is there suddenly a fucking different color and length of fur there? Is it a hormone fluctuation thing like a lions mane? Is it like his winter coat? If so does he naturally shed it like a dog? Is he interionally growing out his fur and then trimming everywhere else and dying the fluff to match his hair????

Unpopular opinion: I hate Nightcrawler with a beard. Hate hate hate it. Maybe because I hate facial hair in general and only like it on a few select characters but he’s literally covered in hair depending on who you ask, why would he need a beard ? I think it’s ugly and unnecessary and I wish they’d get rid of it already if they haven’t. When I first saw it I got the strongest ick.

[icarusredwings]

Im watching the Original X men and theres a scene where Gambit RUNS UP A WALL

JUMPS into the convertable with Rouge and is like "How about a kiss before you go?"

Rouge pulls over, gets out of the car and is like "You know what happens when I touch people! You wanna end up in the hospital!?"

And gambit ofc responds "Maybe it would be worth it" or something really smooth.

My 5 year old just said, the same one who doesn't agree that sliced bread is real bread;

"He's gonna die! SHE'S GONNA KISS HIM TO DEATH"

Let's just say chat; I think we just secured another Romy fan.

[cruel-hiraeth]

Kae, I've had hybrid brain worms today, so I was wondering if you had any spare hybrid thoughts about your favs? 🎤

romy i have so many hybrid thoughts............. let’s discuss.............

zoro - tiger hybrid zoro is deceptively docile; he loves to nap and sun himself, and is—despite what he may claim—a cuddler at heart. his ideal afternoon is with you curled up on top of him in the warm afternoon sunlight, drifting in and out of sleep... but while he often maintains a calm demeanor, he has a vicious growl, and an even scarier bite. he’s well-attuned with his environment and his company, so, while he doesn’t jump to action unless he deems it absolutely necessary, his teeth and claws are always on standby. usually, a single, withering stare from him is enough to stop anyone in their tracks. despite his gruff, aloof appearance, he is unexpectedly possessive.

yuuji - another tiger hybrid, yuuji is quite playful and energetic. he’ll nap with you if you insist, but he’d much rather wrestle, go on a walk, or chat. one of his favorite hobbies is grooming you; if you don’t like it, you’re going to have to deal with it, because it’s his primary means of showing affection. you will have to set firm boundaries with him, though, otherwise he’ll keep his tongue on you at all times and rub your skin raw. he’ll paw at you and ask for permission before wrapping his tail around your leg and working his tongue over your skin. while this activity is by no means sexual, if he isn’t careful, it will almost certainly escalate.

labru - i haven’t settled on breeds (yet), but laios is a dog hybrid and kabru is a cat hybrid. the dog/cat dynamic almost perfectly encapsulates their relationship. i will say that kabru is very sociable for a cat, but he’s pragmatic and cunning in ways that a dog could never be. and while laios is loyal to a fault and a bit obtuse, he has keen senses, and is incredibly protective. despite being different types of hybrids and having different mating habits, they work so well together. in fact, they can be quite intimidating to other hybrids, and are especially intimidating to humans. they are a (mostly) united front, and are adept at getting whatever they want.

childe - childe is undoubtedly a fox hybrid. he’s sly, cunning, and intelligent—both a scavenger and a hunter. he’s smooth and charming and will try to convince you that he’s harmless and innocent (can’t you see his cute ears and fluffy tail?) but appearances are deceiving, and over time, he allows you to see more and more of his true nature. gift giving is one of his love languages, and he often leaves presents for you—be it a bouquet of flowers or a dead animal (don’t ask him if he found it that way or if he killed it himself; you’ll never get an answer). and—under no circumstances—should you ever tell him that you’ll do any activity of his choosing. he calls it “tag-cum-hide-and-seek,” but in actuality, it’s a chase through the forest. the winner gets to force the loser to do whatever they want. and what does childe want, you may ask? if the gleam of drool on his fangs and the bulge in his pants doesn’t give it away, let me say it straight: he wants you. on his knot, in the forest. good luck…

[a-roguish-gambit]

Not one for other Gambit ships usually but the idea that in the void Gambit was domming Johnny storm of all people is hilarious.

Listen, I may actually just be insane but why is no one talking about Gambit calling Johnny their "sweet baby angel"??