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there’s reassurance in the way that he’s pulled closer, and kissed back with just as much intensity as he gives. remy lebeau has dangerous written all over him, from that devil’s glint in his eye to the seductive honey that drips from his lips; a man who gets what he wants. but bucky can’t be sure of what exactly remy wants, even after an evening spent in nothing but the company of the other. it had started as a game, but bucky can feel it becoming something more. every day, every moment, especially moments like this, his resolve weakens just a little bit more and his cards were being revealed one by one. try as he might to keep them hidden for a little while longer, he can’t bring himself to care. not when what was happening in the moment was just too damned good to pass up on.  

❛ ‘could ask you the same thing. ❜ his gaze grows soft as he takes in the sight in front of him, despite the tease in his words and the thirst that’s been clawing at his throat after the first taste of remy he’d gotten. it’s that look of surprise on remy’s face that gets him, features he’s grown to know like the back of his hand stripped of their usual charm, replaced with something that bucky somehow finds even more endearing. remy, a little shaken up ?? he considers that a win. he leans back in, fingers tightening around remy’s hips as if he’s worried he might slip away. ❛ better late than never, right ?? ❜ he murmurs, before sealing their lips once more, this time gentler, less rushed, armed with the knowledge that this can and would happen again.

                        showing  that  you  might  be  attracted  to  someone  was  easy.      it  demanded  no  promises,  no  tomorrows,  there  didn’t  need  to  be  hearts  involved.      it  became  much  more  complicated  when  the  feeling  within  his  chest  seemed  to  be  sincere,  pure,  alive  ———  it  took  his  breath  away,  and  needed  more  courage  than  perhaps  he  even  had.      because  a  part  of  him,  a  part  of  him  already  knew  that  this  wasn’t  just  the  beginning  of  something  (  for  bucky,  he  guessed,  it  could  have  been  ),  for  remy  —  it  had  already  spread  out  inside  and  made  a  home  out  of  him.      he’s  not  going  to  say  the  big  words  for  a  long,  long  time,  but...      fingers  are  delicate  pressed  on  james’  skin,  breath  against  breath  making  him  a  little  disoriented.  

                        and  there’s  a  feeling,  an  urge,  to  take  it  a  step  further,  but  he  doesn’t  push,  even  with  his  whole  body  vibrating  with  energy.      jesus.      

                        ❛  ——shut    up.  ❜      a  scoff,  there’s  annoyance  first  before  a  smile  still  finds  its  place  in  between  his  lips.      maybe  he  should  move  back  a  little,  maybe  he  should  let  go,  just  so  he  wouldn’t  seem  too  eager  (  weren’t  all  of  their  cards  on  the  table  by  now  ?  ).      tongue  darts  through,  and  his  features  soften,  surprised  a  little  less  by  the  second  time  bucky  leans  in.      and  yet,  parted  them  in  a  few  after  all,  but  not  with  bad  intentions,  to  tease,  to  take  back  some  of  the  pride  (  ???  )  he  clearly  lost.      ❛  monsieur  barnes  !      how  inappropriate.      in  a  public  place...  ❜      and  acting  a  little  prudish  could  be  fun...      no  ?

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       Rogue snickers, not even bothering trying to hide the wide smile his outburst causes.  “ Oh Lordy… ”  She breathes out another soft chuckle and shakes her head, moving past him to grab the bottle she’d pointed out.  “ Y’may not be cheap, but you’re certainly IMMATURE, honey. Can’t ya take a tease when ya hear one? ”  She offers the bottle to him.  “ Y’know, you’re so cute when ya pout. ”

                he  grimaces,  a  mocking  and  definitely  childish  whine  comes  out  as  remy  turns  away  for  her  not  to  see  that  —  pointless,  and  yet.      silence  suddenly  falls  upon  them  as  his  mind  finally  registers  what  she  just  said,  and  the  bratty  is  switched  to  that  annoyingly  cocky  expression  he  wears  as  easily  as  a  glove.      did  she  just  call  him  cute  ?      growing  grin  by  the  second,  rogue’s  teasings  are  both  forgiven,  and  forgotten.        ❛  ———y’think  i’m  cute  ?  ❜

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barnes.

❛ you think i’m that easy to win over ?? ❜ truth is, he is. not that a list as enticing as the one remy had just rattled off is easy to come by. he won’t say it out loud just yet, but he considers himself lucky. ❛ throw in some pancakes and i’ll consider it. ❜  

❛ y’r  an  insatiable  man,  barnes. ❜     his  voice  is  a  purr,  despite  words  being  formed  like  an  insult.     it  was  a  gotcha !  moment,  but  not  one  he  wanted  to  be  too  obvious with.     remy  guessed  he  was  just  being  cheeky.    there  was  still  a  lot  he  didn’t  know  about  the  infamous  soldier,  but  one  thing  that  was  bright  as  a  beacon — his  constant  need  to  make  the  cajun’s  life  so  much  harder  than  it  needed  to  be.     from  the  second  time  they  met,  and  all  of  those  times  afterwards,  all  the  bets  and  contests,  and  sharp  tongue  against  another.     ❛ an’  it  looks  like  y’r  tryin’  t’take  advantage  o’  my  golden  heart ! ❜     and  feelings,  too,  probably — they  weren’t  that  hidden,  after  all.     ❛ fine.   but  if  i  throw  in  food  int’  it,  yo’  consideration  is  out  o’  question. ❜

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dino.

it’d be an effective insult, if it wasn’t one that barney was familiar with. since he was a little kid and the big purple dinosaur was wandering around on the television, he’s been teased because of BARNEY. he doesn’t mind it, though. it was a nickname bestowed to him by his brother, and as strained as their relationship has been – barney’s still fond of it. so he just smiles at remy, gives a little shrug. ❛ — well, y’know, my real name is charles. wanna go a round now? ❜

not  barney ?     for  a  second  there,  remy  seems  to  freeze  in  his  place,  ruby  eyes  searching  for  the  truth  in  the  other’s  expression.   it’s  a  bit  of  a  long  pause  before  the  corners  of  his  mouth  twitch  again,  a  sign  of  something  he  unraveled.     ❛ any  time,  mon  ami !     y’wanna  explain  why  the  hell  would  ya  call  yo’self  barney,  o’  all  things,  while  at  it ? ❜

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stormy.

“Are you planning on daily brushings?”

❛ y’know, i could ask ya the same question, ‘cause o’ yo’ hair.   but i don’t, so. ❜

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twilight.

❛ c’mon now, i didn’t actually give him the glitter. i make a point as a vampire to avoid the sparklies. i got enough twilight comments when i first turned, don’t need those to be a thing again. ❜     shogo just looked up at remy, a big grin full of baby teeth and pink gums. like a tiny little shark. at least shogo thought he was hilarious as a shrill squeal of a laugh erupted from his tiny frame.     ❛ you name the place an’ i’ll get you a drink. i’m getting tired of my usual haunts anyway, it’s always the same people an’ it’s dulling out my senses. ❜

❛ i guess we know what yo’ nickname’s gonna be.   twilight. ❜   a stare full of judgement tossed towards shogo, this was the last time he agreed to be alone with him ( no it wasn’t, he adored kids — and he loved shogo ).    ❛ well, if that’s the case, why didn’t ya say anythin’ earlier ?   i know a ton o’ places y’probably wouldn’t step yo’ foot in, if not for me.   consider that a part o’ yo’ punishment. ❜

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rogue.

       “ Glad to see ya ain’t completely ILLITERATE, Remy. ”  Rogue rolls her eyes, arms crossing loosely over her middle in a small huff.  “ Goody two shoes? Just ‘cause I don’t left my criminal past behind me, doesn’t mean I’m a goody two shoes. ”  Shaking her head, she points at a bottle.  “ I’m partial to that one. If you’re imbibin’, I’m gonna too. Probably make your cheap ass more tolerable. ”  Then, finally, a teasing smile as she reaches for a glass of her own.

❛ cheap-ass ??! ❜   did she actually just call him cheap ?   god, the expression on his face.   the way he froze with such harsh words spoken, mouth agape, eyes barely holding in their holes. it took a few slow seconds to process the displeasure she managed to wake up.   sadly for remy, rogue was never a person he could be actually angry at, no matter how many words like whips she threw in his direction.   ❛ y’r a cheap ass. ❜   he huffed, eyebrows dropping, nose scrunching up while dark gaze never left the woman who was also going to steal his liquor while calling him cheap.   ❛ shut up.   i’m not cheap. ❜    

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You write such a good thief that Remy stole my heart. Thanks for showing everyone's favourite Cajun so much love.

how didn’t i see this wtf ??? thank you so much this means a ton to me!! i love remy with all of my heart, and honestly he deserves so much more than marvel gives him.

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sure, remy was a smooth talker.   every sentence he spoke sounded like thick flirting, and often it was just that, a mixture of words that his lips managed to turn into something charming, something to turn your head to.   the only problem with behavior like that was that when he actually tried to get someone’s attention, to nudge, when he thought he was being open about his feelings — more or less — he wouldn’t be taken seriously.   he had no one else to blame, but himself, of course, and yet, somehow he found this to be a little unfair and kinda annoying.

fingers tangling tight into bucky’s hair, he tried to pull him even closer than he already was, an instinct for a reaction that said finally, finally, finally.   remy has never been known for shyness, and one could only ponder why he hadn’t made the first move himself, but he had no real answer. 

fear, maybe.   a deep rooted, mud-covered insecurity of not being enough.   who could have guessed that someone like the infamous thief suffered from such a thing ?   lips pulled apart, but he remained close, his breath was shaky and he couldn’t even manage a lift of his lips into a teasing smile.   instead, remy looked a little caught by surprise, a little shaken up.   his voice — barely a whisper.   ❛ what took ya so long ? ❜

@luckydcvil      sunday funday sc

they’ve spent a good couple of hours out on the fire escape, warm breeze licking through their hair and carrying away cigarette smoke. they’ve watched the sun make its way down behind the horizon; or rather, bucky’s watched it’s coral-golden glow wash over remy even as he stands in the shadows. bucky had been caught looking a couple of times but since he’s here under no pretences, he’d just held the gaze for a moment, smiled, and looked away with a slow blink. 

he’s looking again now, as two fingers raise a cigarette to a pair of lips that bucky’s come to be familiar with over the past couple of weeks. the end of the cigarette glows orange as lips seal around the other side and remy’s chest rises as he inhales. and that’s the moment, if there was ever going to be one, that bucky’s resolve snaps. he moves fluidly despite contentedness making him slow and drowsy, plucking the cigarette out from between remy’s lips the same time he turns him away from the railing and towards him instead, his own lips replacing the cigarette with a force telling of how long he’s been wanting to do this. he tastes ash and whiskey and sugar from all that sweet-talking he’d somehow fallen for. god damn remy lebeau. 

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Ta-dah! My favourite X-Couple got married instead of that overhyped X-Couple! 

- X-Men Gold v2 #30, 2018 

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Jean: If you bite it and you die it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die it's venomous.

Nightcrawler: What if it bites me and it dies?

Jean: That means you're poisonous.

Kitty: What if it bites itself and I die?

Storm: That's voodoo.

Bobby: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Jean: That's correlation, not causation.

Quicksilver: What if we bite each other and neither of us dies?

Gambit: That's kinky.

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