Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution or it's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.
AN: Lingerie and bra size conversation in this chapter, if that makes anyone weird or uncomfortable. (It certainly did for me, but, eh, details.) I should probably stop doing so many AN's and just let the T rating speak for itself, but I want everyone to feel comfortable reading.
For their wedding menu, they quickly decided on a mix of Mexican, Italian and a little spicy Thai food with a few Cajun dishes mixed in. It was going to be a mostly vegetarian wedding, sans Cajun food. Soup and salad for appetizers, with a doughnut table and candy bar table to snack on, and two kinds of cake (European chocolate and white chocolate), chosen from the boutique for dessert. Fortunately, there were a few high quality buffet restaurants in the area happy to cater to their needs, so it had been considerably easier to pick the caterer then it had the venue. They went with two different places, right near each other on the same block. Remy promised they'd keep looking for a venue during the week, certain they'd find somewhere to have the wedding. They'd already decided to have their bachelorette and bachelor parties at restaurants, but that was a whole other thing to be planned in the future.
"Wow, your list is so short, Remy," Molly remarked, looking at Remy's list of people he wanted to invite later on.
They sat in one of the dark, quiet studies, attempting to get some peace and quiet in the busy mansion, sitting at a round wooden table that had a large brown end table behind it with sticky notes, sheets of paper and a couple pen holders on top of it for students doing their homework. The perfect place for them planning their guest list.
"And you're surprised? It's not like I have tons of close family, and I'm sure as shooting not inviting any of the Guild. The students will take up the majority of the guests anyway, so it's not a big deal. Let's see your list," Remy said.
Molly handed him the list. "It isn't much, but I tried. My close family, our friends that aren't students,
the Cantrelles and, uh, if you don't mind, the brotherhood boys." Molly looked lightly embarrassed.
"They have to behave themselves," Remy glared, then softened, "What about extended family for you? Aunts and uncles and whatever?"
Molly shrugged.
"We don't see them much and nobody else knows I'm a mutant. Guess I could call my family and gauge it," Molly got out her phone again, ringing up her family. "Dad? It's Molly. Listen, do you think I should invite some aunts and uncles to the wedding or just leave well enough alone?...yeah... I know... Sure, sure. Okay, thanks. I'll call you again soon. Bye."
"Well?" Remy wondered.
"He said we can try, but don't count on it. A little might show, some cousins might come, but word around is that some of them got involved with the Friends of Humanity as of late, so they definitely wouldn't come," Molly frowned.
"Ergh," Remy grimaced, "Always fun to know your kin is out there actively stabbing you in the back and making things worse. Let's invite some and see who RSVP's. We can always adjust the hotel room numbers later on."
"Sounds good," Molly said, "So, Remy, looking forward to having in-laws? Specifically, marrying into my family?" Molly smirked.
"Hey, I like your family! We got along, they don't hate me, we're good. I'm sure sometimes your pe're things I'm a little cocky and get ahead of myself, but he likes me okay. You're marrying into my family too, so I don't think you have room to tease either."
"Ah, right," Molly stared into the floor, "I'm kind of, I don't know, a little disappointed I'll never get to meet Jean-Luc."
"Trust me, you're not missing anything there," Remy leaned back into his chair, languidly putting his hands behind his head,
"He's probably too busy stealing and chasing women to even give a crap about me getting married, so don't even give it a second thought. I'm not."
"Sorry, Remy. I shouldn't have brought it up," Molly touched his arm.
"I'm not upset. He's not a part of my life anymore, _you_ are, and that's what's important," Remy smiled, "Let's finish this up and you can start doing wedding dress research, and I can start doing some very important, very mind-numbing lingerie research." Remy gave her a sultry look.
"Oh, fine, but you're not picking out all of it! I get to pick out some too," Molly pouted.
"Of course. You know, it would help to know your under garment sizes if I'm going to look," Remy smirked.
"You mean you don't know them already?" Molly feigned shock, putting hand to her chest.
"No, smarty-pants," Remy stuck out his tongue at her.
Silence as Molly blushed.
"Remy, it's gonna gross you out. Can't you just, you know, look, and I'll order what you like later? On my own?" Molly said.
"Ma Ange, nothing about you could gross me out. I love you. We both know how I feel about your luscious body, so whatever size you are, it's not going to gross me out or make me feel disappointed, honest!" Remy squeezed her hand.
Molly turned her head, averting her gaze a moment, embarrassed. She sucked in a breath, grabbing a pen and a sticky note from behind her, scribbling down some things. She silently handed it over to Remy. Molly watched him turn it upside down, and right side up, staring at it quizzically. He looked her body up and down, furrowing his eyebrows a moment, a little confused. "...You're kidding."
"N-no," Molly fiddled with the skirt she had on, clutching the fabric, "That's all me. Why would I joke about that?"
"_Cherie_, come on, it's me. Your adoring one and only that knows you inside and out. You don't have to impress me by writing out ridiculous-though mind blowing-sizes. You're beautiful, you're not _small_, but there's no way..." Remy was very skeptical about the whole thing, holding out his hands in doubt.
Molly blushed dark red, staring into the table and giving Remy back and forth glances.
"I'm... I'm _wide_, okay?! I'm not, uh, huge? Out there? You know, like..." She held her hands out in front of her bust, "So, yeah, that's my real size. I'm not messing with you, honest."
She watched Remy's brain absolutely break. Just explode inside his head as his eyes went huge, glazing over. He'd gone catatonic, mouth open a little as he didn't blink or breath for several moments. He soon caught his breath again, but his brain had turned into pudding. Molly hadn't wanted to shock him this bad, but he did need the sizes and if they were going to be married, it would help to know for later, she surmised. He could surprise her with better fitting clothes and lingerie, since he liked buying her things. It wasn't _just_ about breaking his poor brain. And besides, they'd already crossed a line when she'd inquired of his own body, and that was purely for curiosity's sake. (Okay, as well as maybe, possibly making sure they were physically compatible and that he wasn't going to, well, be too overwhelming for her smaller body.)
In hindsight, she could've eased him into it. Oops. After a few moments, he shook himself out of it. He murmured something in French quickly. "Uh, great. I mean, I always knew you were able to pop off buttons just by breathing, but-and this is purely scientific! Tell me, are you...more...than Jean?"
Molly wasn't quite offended by the question, but it was personal. Boys talked in the locker rooms, Molly knew from Remy, especially before Jean was married. And, obviously, Rogue and Jean were the most, well, noticeable women at the Institute, besides Molly herself.
"Well, yeah. She's, you know, up there, but she isn't _me_," Molly felt a little prouder and more vain. Maybe it came from a slightly perverted place, and she was never one to flaunt her body, but she enjoyed pushing Remy's buttons like this and see him be flabbergasted. He did it to her so much with his compliments, good looks and beautiful body, it was fun to make him feel the same way for once. And maybe more times were in their future. She could hold it over him for a while before the wedding, impressing him. Making him want her even more. It was kind of diabolical.
"And...and R-Rogue too?" Remy's eyes grew three times their size again. Rogue was curvaceous, more than Jean, but Molly had her beat by, honestly, a significant amount.
Molly smiled, running a finger flirtatiously under Remys chin. She had to choose her next words carefully.
"Remy, Rogue absolutely _wishes_ she had all this."
Remy gulped. Hard. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to compose himself, but it was pretty difficult for him. Okay, so they _had_ promised to have chaperons and not make-out as much, and maybe it wasn't the best idea to get her man this flustered. But Remy's brain was so much pudding at the moment, Molly doubted his ability to put one foot in front of the other, much less whisk her off to the bedroom suddenly to try anything. She was safe and their relationship was still chaste. Well, physically anyway. Remy's thoughts surely weren't G-rated at the moment, and his eyes were glued to her.
"Molly," Remy finally spoke again, "Uh, Cherie, I know I, uh, call you so curvaceous all the time, but you _really_ are just miles past that. You're...mmmh...voluminous. Zaftig," Remy found his confidence again, "You're nervous about the wedding night, but _Elue_, don't be at all! You're going to make me feel things I never felt before and now I _know_ you'll satisfy me like no other woman could. Positively so. You might be uncomfortable in your own skin sometimes, but to me you're shaped like a dream. Fantasy made real. Not every man gets someone like you, Molly.-I wish I could lay my hands on you right now." Remy laughed.
Molly smiled a little. It made her happy that Remy already thought his expectations would be met, even as far to say she was tops. Incomparable. It suddenly made having bodacious watermelons for curves not seem so bad. (Okay, that was but a slight exaggeration. More like grapefruits or something.) Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let him? He'd been awfully patient. One time couldn't hurt, could it? They were engaged already. Molly was about to open her mouth to speak when...
BAMF!
"Molly, I really need your help on this," Kitty said, letting go of Kurt's shoulders, holding out swatches, "Do you two want cream and red table cloths or red, white and dark purple? I know you said whatever combination is fine, but I can't pick! And what colors are we going to use for the doughnut table decorations?"
"Oh, duty calls," Molly sighed, "Come in Kitty, let's go to my room and, uh, talk." Molly smiled mischievously, leading Kitty away. She couldn't wait to tell her about breaking Remy.
From far off they heard.
"What was that all about? And why are you so sweaty?" Kurt wondered.
"Would you believe me if I said no reason?" Remy's voice cracked.
"Remyyyy!" Kurt's tone was clearly annoyed.
"Trust me, Kurt, you as Molly's best friend don't want to know. Let's just say she's a bombshell of a woman and leave it at that. I've, uh, got stuff to do. I'll see you later."
Molly smirked to herself. She had that boy locked down tighter than fort knox.
After Kitty and Molly spent a while talking, Molly got started on researching what kind of dress she wanted, as well as the styles and colors for bridesmaid dresses out there. Thankfully, Remy and her had decided on red, cream, white, dark purple and a little black (for Remys eyes) for wedding colors. It might've been too many, but they didn't care. It was their wedding, they were only going to do it once, so might as well have lots of color and make it festive! Molly was thinking dark purple with beige accessories for the bridesmaid dresses and matching tuxedos for the men of the wedding party, except Remy. He'd look bang on spectacular in a tuxedo with red accents. Unusual, but it was unique. Molly sat at her computer and started looking. A million-million choices of bridal gowns were laid out in front of her on the screen, but she knew what she wanted.
The ballgown style, with long sleeves. Elegant and demure. A long veil to compliment her short hair, and maybe a small tiara to look classy. Molly scrolled through the styles. That one was too old-fashioned...too pink...too short...too long. The sleeves were good one, but the skirt was too poofy. Another had the right skirt, but no sleeves. And green? Who wanted a bright lime green wedding dress?
Nothing really stuck out to Molly, that screamed 'I'm the one! Buy me!', but with inspiration and a general idea, she figured when it came time to shop for the dress, the right one would find her.
There was a knock on her open door. Molly looked up expecting Remy, but it was David.
"Hey, what's up?" Molly turned her chair and smiled at him.
"Oh, nothing Molly. Jean and Scott went out, and I was just wondering if you know what my dad likes to do? Sounds like he's got a solid week planned for the two of us, but I don't want him to feel bad if we're going to the opera and shopping for books on ancient Mesopotamian culture and I'm bored."
"Uh, yeah, he likes the swanky, fancy stuff. Not exactly a shooting pool and crash in front of the TV with some Bourbon type of guy. Hmm. I know he likes chess...wine...bookstores...the country club...oh, he likes yachts, and he's got some surprisingly cool friends, according to Remy. Maybe see if he can take you to see his friend Amelia Vought in New York. Do some shopping and catch lunch. Then it'll be interesting." Molly said.
"Sounds good," David nodded, stepping behind her chair as Molly continued looking at the screen, "Wedding dress shopping?"
"Just research," Molly said, noticing David getting uncomfortably close as he leaned down behind her so that his head was level with hers. It made her uneasy, but he was a sweet guy. She need not worry.
Hands wrapped around her shoulders suddenly. "... One such as you will make a beautiful bride, I creidsinn. Your boy'll be mighty proud." Legion's Scottish brogue snaked around her ears, fingers digging into her.
Molly's eyes widened, and she shot up out of her chair in seconds, having started morphing into her tiger form, but David-or Legion-was completely gone from her sight! She checked the hallway and it was empty. What was going on?
Molly high tailed it to the Professor's office. She didn't want to upset him with this new development-she didn't even know what had happened-but he needed to know in case some part of Legion survived. "Professor, we gotta talk!" Molly didn't even bother to knock.
"Yes, Molly? You look distressed, what's the matter?" Charles frowned, coming out from behind his desk.
"It's...it's David. Something really weird happened. I was sitting there talking to him, and all of a sudden, it sounded like Legion was talking to me. I didn't see him, but it felt like he was right there next to me. He...he had his hands on my shoulders. It made my skin crawl. And the next thing I knew, David was gone and no sign of Legion." Molly shuddered, putting a hand to her forehead with shut eyes.
Charles came out from behind his desk, putting a hand on Molly's arm.
"Perhaps I wasn't as thorough in going through David' mind as I should have been, but Jean gave the all clear. I'll bring him in for a second scan. I'm sorry, Molly, I didn't expect this. Everything will be fine, dear."
"It's okay," Molly breathed, "Keep me updated. I'm gonna go."
Molly went to Remy's room to keep him in the loop.
"I'm sorry, what? That little creep put his hands on you?!" Remy glared hotly, quick to be protective.
"It wasn't David! I mean, not exactly. It sounded like Legion. _felt_ like him. This wasn't David, I know that much. I just hope the Professor can get it figured out. It would be horrible for him to lose his only son again so soon after getting him back now." Molly looked distraught.
"You're right. I know I overreacted," Remy admitted, "If Legion is back, we can't take any chances. We have to be ready for him."
"Don't have to tell me twice. Prof's probably scanning him now. I'm sure he's got Jean or Scott in there too. It'll...it'll be fine," Molly said, but she didn't sound completely convinced.
"We'll get through this, Petite, don't worry. We're strong together, as a team," Remy gripped her hand, "So, changing the subject, did you find any dresses you like?"
"Not yet. There's a lot out there," Molly said, "I'm going to wait until I try some on down the line and not rush into anything.
Did _you_ find anything you liked?" Molly teased, glad to be talking about something normal.
"Lots and lots of things," Remy's eyes glowed excitedly, "But I'll let you look. I want you to at least be comfortable."
He got out his phone and practically shoved it in her face. He was pretty excited, but Molly couldn't blame him. It was going to be his first time seeing a woman wearing this stuff. And it was going to be her wearing it, so that probably made him just elated for the honeymoon.
"Hmm...no...too much...that's nice...that one too... I like that," Molly stopped on one in particular, "REMY! How can you expect me to wear THAT?!" She felt herself blush horrendously at one.
"Well you _do_ have the figure for it," Remy said unabashedly, "And it's not like you're going to be strapped into it. I mean, there isn't much there to begin with and, ah, you look good in red."
"Yeah, I look good in red when it actually covers me up!" Molly shot back venomously, then conceded, "... I'm sorry. I know, it's _lingerie_. I just didn't expect your tastes to run so, erm, southern exposure?"
"I know, I know, but I think you'd like it and I really want it. A lot. You wouldn't have to wear it the first night, but eventually, it would be nice to see you in it," Remy put on his best 'please' face.
Well, this was what Molly got for enticing him earlier. Begging her to wear that beyond scantily clad thing. She should've known. It made her regret her earlier actions ten folds, but there was silver lining.
"Fine. I'll wear it, but I want you to do something for me," She smirked. It had to be good.
"Oh, anything. You name it! I'll do it, no questions asked!" Remy looked upbeat again, sitting up to face her with energy.
"I want you to, every day this week if you can, say something nice to Scott and, if I'm going to be wearing that thing, bring me breakfast." It served him right, picking out such a thing. And anyway, it wouldn't kill him to be a little nicer to Scott. This might be the only way to get him to do that.
"But Cherie, why would you want me to-"
"Ah, ah," Molly waggled her finger, "No questions asked."
"Alright, I'll do it," Remy sat back and crossed his arms in a huff, "But I won't be happy about it."
"Good boy," Molly pat his head like he was a drooling dog. (Well, that was kind of apt description.)
The amusing moment was interrupted by the Professor's call.
'X-Men, please come to my office.'
The team shortly met in his office. He summarized what had happened with Molly.
"I'm sorry to report I couldn't find any sign of Legion. I will keep trying," Charles said, "For now, everyone should be aware of the situation, but let's not lose our heads over it. If something is wrong, we'll figure it out as a team."
"Right, Professor," Scott said, "Everyone be cool. There has to be a logical explanation."
"Pfft! Logical he says," Molly looked to the side, arms crossed, "Yeah, there's total logic to me hearing Legion and him disappearing like Jason Vorhees. Come on, Scott! Professor, can't we look harder? Bring on outside help? I don't like this."
Molly felt Remy's arm wrap tighter around her shoulders and his other hand squeeze hers comfortingly.
"Molly, I'll consider it, but I think we're doing the best with what we have. You're also under a lot of stress yourself, it could be you very well imagined everything, I'm sorry to say." Professor Xavier confessed.
"Imagined?!" Molly was taken aback by the suggestion, "Really? We're going to take the 'stressed out bride' route? I felt his hands on me! I..." Molly faltered, realized everyone was staring at her in various states of shock. It wasn't like her to snap at the Professor so disrespectfully. Molly shamefully hung her head, confused and not knowing what to think, "Okay, okay. Sorry Professor. I guess we'll just deal with it if anything happens again."
Everyone left the room.
"For what it's worth, I believe you Molly," Remy held her face in the hallway.
"Of course you believe me. You're _supposed_ to, you love me," Molly frowned.
"No, not just because of that," Remy smiled, "Because you're honest, and even at you're most stressed out, your mind usually doesn't betray you. We're going to figure this out, don't you worry."
"I hope so, Remy." Molly hugged him.
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AN (sorry for the novel here):
Creidsinn=Gaelic for believe (Originally, it was "I ken", which flows better, but sounds so generic/stereo-typical Scotsman.)
Pe're=dad.
I've written stuff for my own amusement/scratching that writer's itch to fill in plot blanks about Remy meeting and spending time with the folks, where he calls Molly's father this. It's cute as heck! Don't think I've ever seen any Romy fics do it with Logan, so I like to think it's unique. Also, I mostly got over the awkwardness of writing a very loose version of my family into fics. As in, not like my family at all. I just changed the personalites completely and that did it. (Molly greatly underestimated her dad being overprotective.) Also, I wanted one of the cakes to be chocolate from Germany, because it's really up there (the best chocolate I ever had though was from France, that a teacher had gotten and let me try some. My family gets german chocolate from the store all the time and I love it), but traditional german chocolate cake has coconut and as I'm not big on that, I just put European instead. Covers all the bases.
It's not like all of Molly's family would be gung-ho for mutants. Having a few in the FOH might be steering it too hard, but the shift for loyalties paints an interesting picture and it puts them into the humans vs. mutants conflict directly then just being plain ol' mutant haters. Also shows the far reach of the FOH and that they accept the average man and aren't all just a bunch of steroid using lunkheads in berets.
And lastly, Molly, being based off me, as I've pointed out a million-billion times for some reason, (because Remy likes it I guess?), isn't small all over. She's definitely above a G, as I found out for myself later in life. (I'm not always comfortable disclosing my sizes online, and no one cares anyway.) I always wondered if I should keep the same history with Molly, but writing this, I thought it'd be fun to blow up Remy's brain.
Molly found out soon after moving to the School, having to buy new clothes and got measured properly to check her size and found out, I'm writing this to you for continuity's sake. Pro-tip, have an old lady measure you for a bra. They know what they're doing. I got measured at Lane Bryant all wrong (by a much younger woman in comparison), as nice as they were.