#remy lebeau fluff

[dinogoofymutated]

Jealousy headcannons! Multi/GN!Reader - Cable, Gambit, Nightcrawler, Quicksilver. Ok I know this wasn't on the schedule butttt Yeahhhh. Cable is going to have an extended version of his fic, and I might do the same for the others but no promises! Also I know that Cable's written half is literally just the snippet I shared with some minor edits but bear with me please his stuff is in the works!!! TWs: Jelousy. Barfights. No violence on Reader but men are creepy. Mentions of sex work. Cable and gambit make public spectacles it's just what they do. The return of wolverine and the X-men Pietro bc I love him

Cable

Look, any man who comes over to flirt with you after you walk in with a legit wall of muscle has to be either stupid or blind.

Cable is by no means a very jealous man. He's not gonna care if a man (or woman) approaches you and starts up a conversation. He might get a little frustrated if they start flirting with you, but he trusts you. He knows you can take care of yourself and he doesn't want you to feel like he's got you on a leash.

But when someone is being persistent, not taking no for an answer, and hell, putting their hands on you? He doesn't take it too well. He's more of an overprotective type when it comes to his flavor of jealousy.

    “That beer for me, Beautiful?” The voice of a stranger cuts through your thoughts, and to be honest, you don’t even think he’s talking to you until you realize how close to you he is. He’s sat on the barstool next to you, leaning towards you like he can’t quite catch his balance. You make a face at him, nonchalantly moving Cable’s beer closer.

    “Last time I checked it wasn’t.” You say curtly. The man has a smile hiding behind his pout as he leans a little closer to you, oblivious to the way you casually recoil from him.

    “Oh c'mon, don’t play hard to get. I’m chill!” You can tell this guy is most definitely drunk, and you find yourself trying not to roll your eyes at him. If only he knew what kind of trouble he was in.

    “Sure you are. But believe me, my Husband is not.” You tell him. You're not married, but to be honest, you knew this guy wasn't going to leave you be if you left him with some vague label. Didn't matter anyway, however, the stranger laughs in your face, and his breath smells like alcohol and cheap cigarettes, a nasty combo that repulses you. You point back at the corner booth where the cable was sitting just a few minutes before, hoping that he’d at least back off at the sight of the six-foot hunk of muscle you call a lover. Unfortunately, He doesn't. 

    “What Husband?” The man says mockingly, and when you look at the booth you find yourself pointing at an empty seat. The sight lights a small flicker of anxiety in you, and your face falls as the man sets a hand on your shoulder and squeezes. It’s not there for long before the weight suddenly disappears. You snap your head around, feeling relief when you see the man’s wrist caught in Cable’s literal iron-clad grip. 

    “This Husband.” Cable grunts.

    All of the blood drains from the stranger’s face in an instant, but it doesn’t take long for the attitude to come back. He tries to yank his arm out of Cable’s grip, but Cable’s arm doesn’t move an inch. To be honest, the sight kinda made you blush a little. Sure, you had seen Cable’s strength many times, but this… well. This was different. The guy starts to yank a little more aggressively, and all Cable has to do is clench his hand for the asshole to yelp and give up. You set a placating hand on his shoulder, and Cable glances back at you. His gaze softens, and he sighs before letting the guy go.

    “What’s your problem, man?” The stranger spits as he holds his bruised wrist. You had already gathered your things and were getting ready to get the hell outta dodge, giving Cable’s shoulder a hard pat as you desperately tried to keep him from getting in a barfight. Cable ignores the guy, walking close behind you as you start to walk away.

    “ -s’ an ugly bitch, anyway.” The stranger mumbles under his breath, but not nearly as quiet as he should’ve. Cable stops in his tracks, wheels around, and slugs the guy with his left arm. There's a sickening crunch and the bar goes silent as the drunken stranger is violently knocked from his seat. Your first instinct is to scold Cable, but the guy had it coming anyway. You look around, and with every eye in the bar squarely on you and Cable, you decide you’ve definitely stayed past your welcome.

Gambit

Gambit is probably the most jealous man in this lineup. Again, He will get fidgety and somewhat aggressive when someone approaches you and begins to flirt, but he trusts you. He doesn't want you to think he doesn't, and as a result, he tends to grit his teeth and bite his tongue to keep himself in check.

There's definitely a very, very thin line in between "I don't want to be overbearing" Remy and "This guy needs to take the fucking hint" Remy.

He's mostly fine with drunk bastards, He thinks they're funny, and as long as they're not bothering you for the most part he'll keep the aggression to a minimum. -But the one thing he absolutely cannot stand is snobby pricks who think they can steal you from him because he's a "swamp rat."

"It's a shame to see such a lovely creature like you standing here all alone." You try not to roll your eyes at the man that approaches you. You and Remy were supposed to have a nice, romantic night out. It was your anniversary, and Remy had told you that he wanted to pull out all the stops for this one. Unfortunately, fate wasn't on either of your sides today. The X-men needed Gambit, and you told him that the plans can wait for another time. Remy, in a very gambit fashion, told you to dress up anyway and he bet he would meet you there. Definitely a rather High-stakes gamble, but you loved him, so you said you'd hold him to it.

Unfortunately for you, it looked like the restaurant was hosting an event at the bar for what looked like a rather stuffy- sorry, High-end law firm. You had been content with waiting for Remy, even if the waitress clearly looked convinced he was standing you up. You had ordered something to drink while you waited, and caught the wrong kind of attention during your trip to the bar.

"I'm not alone, I'm waiting for someone." You say, flashing him an annoyed smile. He smiles back in a smartass kind of way, flashing you his Rolex as he pushes up his glasses. Great. He thinks you're a sugar baby- or maybe a sex worker. Either way, you really wished he was anywhere but here.

"Right. I'll be honest with you, I know you've been waiting here for what- and hour now? Hour and a half? Any guy that leaves you here for that long is not worth your time, sweetheart." You cringe at the nickname, but he clearly can't seem to tell. At this point, you start debating your options. You could run to the bathroom, but there weren't any windows you could crawl out of and he could wait at the door for you to come out. You could try to leave, but you didn't want Remy to think that you left him hanging. It's probably best if you stay and wait for him, but man was this guy getting on your nerves.

"Again, I'm waiting on someone. I'm choosing to wait on him, and frankly, I'm not interested in you." You say bluntly, getting more and more aggravated. The man only smirks at you.

"You're certainly a fiesty one. Don't worry, I like it when they play hard to get." He sends you wink that makes you want to sock him, and to be honest, you start to think about it. The bell at the door of the restaurant dings, and you glance over, face breaking out in a smile at the sight of the man you had been waiting on.

Remy was still in his x-men suit, obviously having come fresh from the fight. He's got some dirt on his face, and his hair is a little messier than normal, but you had never been so happy to see him.

"Well, don't you clean up well." You joke as Remy walks to your table. He chuckles, barely sparing the other man a side-eye before picking up your hand to kiss it.

"Sorry, Chère. Originally, I planned on changin', but I couldn't stand the thought of leaving you here for another moment." Remy's fond gaze turns into a bit of a glare when he finally looks over at the gobsmacked man across the table from you. "I see you've made a new friend?" You roll your eyes at that, shaking your head. Remy gets the message.

There's a gasp from the other patrons of the restaurant, as the sound the contact made was rather loud. There's already a red mark forming on the mans face as you take Remy by the hand and begin to lead him out of the restaurant. Remy is looking at you like he'd fallen in love with you all over again.

"You've been waiting all this time for some Cajun freak?" The man blurts out, finally having found his words.

"Watch it, Mon ami." Remy's shoulders tense as he snarls at the prick. You stand up, giving his bicep a reassuring squeeze before you walk in front of the man. The side of his mouth slightly upturns as you do so, right before you slap the everloving shit out of him.

"I know you really wanted for us to eat here, honey, but to be honest? I like your cooking better anyway."

Nightcrawler

Kurt? Jealous???

Absolutely. He absolutely gets jealous. Kurt is much more of a "cat" kind of jealous than a Guard Dog kind of jealous though. He's not going to do anything crazy like punch anyone, but he's gonna brush up against you, slide his tail around your waist, hold your hand. He wants reassurance from you more than he is angered by whoever is flirting with you.

That's not to say he's not angry. He doesn't like the way some people look at you like a piece of meat instead of the intelligent, beautiful person you are, and he's not afraid to call people out on it.

Kurt knew that the guy you were talking to right now was only stopping to ask you for directions, but he really didn't like how close to you the guy was. Kurt had gone off to get you something to eat from the street food vendor nearby, telling you to just relax and he would be back soon.

When he returned with food in hand, it was obvious to him what was happening, but he still couldn't help but frown. The man is leaning into your space as he shows you the map in his hands. It's fine. There was obviously nothing really going on, the stranger must have been simply touchy. He then watches as the man sets a hand on the back of your waist to point at a building up ahead, and Kurt's mind quickly changes.

Obviously, you had stepped out of the stranger's reach quickly, uncomfortable with the action, but Kurt still slinked up to your side like a cat, pulling you close with his tail as he hands you your food, resting his newly freed hand behind your back.

"There you are, Meine Liebe. I hope you didn't wait for too long." Kurt says sweetly, giving you a grin. You smile back at him, thanking him for the food. You felt relieved to see him. Sure, the stranger that had been speaking to you seemed to be a nice man, but there was a certain amount of comfort and security Kurt provided when he was near you. Kurt makes a show of leaning in and kissing you on the cheek that makes you giggle. The stranger clears his throat after a quick moment.

"-Sorry if I interrupted your date. I appreciate the directions!" He says quickly, face flushed red from embarresment.

"You're perfectly fine! I hope you're able to find what you're looking for alright." You respond sweetly, waving as the man walks off. Kurt is pouting again when you look at him, tail still wrapped comfortably around you. You can't help but giggle.

"You're so jealous." You laugh. Kurt gives you an innocent look as he brushes off the accusation.

"Whaaat? No. Ich habe dich vermisst. That is all!"

Quicksilver

I'm not even gonna lie the fic half of this is just part of that enemies to lovers hcs that I wrote

anyway!!

Pietro is a very pouty, bratty kind of Jealous.

Like sure he trusts you and all but you actually looked at someone else while they were speaking to you? >:[ Don't look at them. Look at him. Smile at him not them. You're laughing at something they said? Well, he's funnier than them!!

He's just, so pouty over the smallest, pettiest things. He just needs a smooch on the forehead and some reassurance and also possibly cuddles, and he'll be fine. God he's such a brat ILHSM

However, If someone is actually flirting with you or going too far and making you uncomfortable, he will in fact throw hands. Or do his speedster thing and find a way to embarrass them, like pantsing them or planting something embarrassing on them. One time he snatched a guy's cell and called his wife before planting it in the man's pocket so she could hear all the flirting he was doing. Now that was fun.

"So I heard you had dinner with the wolfie guy tonight." The sound of Pietro's voice makes you yelp in surprise. You whirl around to see him leaning against the wall of your room, arms crossed. You scoff, and pick a pillow off of your bed to chuck it at him. He catches it easily.

"His name is Logan, and No. Not really. All we did was happen to sit next to each other at dinner." You turn back around to sit at your vanity, but Pietro is already there, sitting on the stool with the pink pillow tucked into his arms.

"So you did have dinner with him?" He pouts. You roll your eyes at him, holding back a laugh as you shove him off the seat. He looses his balance for less than a second before there's a gust and he's sitting cross-legged on your bed, having tossed the pillow to the side.

"What does it matter to you, anyway? You're not even supposed to be here, Pietro." You tease as you sit down, unable to keep yourself from smiling. You comb through your hair as you ready yourself for bed, still grinning like an idiot as you hear Pietro huff and haw.

"Why shouldn't it matter?" He asks, watching as you complete your routine. "I- I have a reason to care." He stutters out cheeks flushing a light pink that reaches his ears. You cover your mouth to keep yourself from laughing.

"Don't laugh!" Pietro objects, and it sends you into a fit of laughter as you stand back up and flop onto your back on the bed next to him.

"He's not my type anyway." You say. It only takes a second before Pietro is leaning over you, caging you between his arms. There's the ghost of a grin beginning to form on his face, simply at the sight of your own cheesy expression.

"What is your type, then?" He asks, and you cock an eyebrow at him.

"Let's just say I prefer a man who can keep up with me." You say with a wink that may or may not have been the most terribly, corny action you could have done. Pietro doesn't seem to care as his face is split with an equally as corny grin.

Both of you are caught off guard by someone calling your same from the hallway, and then a knock shortly after. You take Pietro's moment of distraction and quickly lean up, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. Pietro looks absolutely shocked.

"You better get going." You whisper. He smiles at you, almost in disbelief, and then he's gone, the window left open and the breeze catching on curtains, blowing gently.

[simpforfandoms]

If possible, would you be willing to write Remy LeBeau x reader on their first date. Please and thank you

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I tried really hard to write a first date but I just can’t so this is as close as it gets

You don’t know how you got here, one second you’re chaperoning a prom and the next Remy is asking if you want to get out of there. And maybe it was the spiked punch (did they really think you wouldn’t notice?) or the fact that you had the slightest bit of a crush (god you sound like a highschooler) on the red eyed mutant that made you say yes. So that’s how you end you’re taking a stroll with Remy throughout the courtyard looking for any teenage mutants doing scandalous things and talking about pointless things

“In France is french kissing just kissing? Or french fires just fries?” You ask

Remy gives you a look, “I’m not French”

“But you know French?”

“Yes but I’m Cajun not French”

“Okay but you can still answer the question.”

“probably just called fries.”

“I thought so.” You shrug, you pause before adding, “not that you have to answer but, what happened between you and Rogue.”

You have been curious. You had heard rumors that they had gotten a divorce so in your eyes his response could be “I don’t know what your talking about” or just confirm that they had divorced. Nevertheless you convince yourself that they’re still together, as not to get you’re hopes up.

He shrugs, “we wanted different things”

You stay silent even though you know you should probably comfort him. Thoughts running through your head a hundred miles per hour. Wait so if him and rogue weren’t together does that mean that this wasn’t just a friendly stroll, could it be like a date? No. Remy could never see you romantically. You hardly know the guy besides secret glances and friendly conversations. Plus Anna Marie is so cool. After being with her he would never go for you. He’s an x-men, you’re just a teacher that teaches at the academy. Nothing special. Not like you save lives or anything. Unless you count evacuating the school as it blows up for the hundredth time.

He eventually notices your long standing silence and asks you a question, one that you didn’t hear but mumbled a ‘yes’ in response.

“do you wanna go somewhere to eat?” He asks

That brings you out of your daze, and you shoot him. A questionable look, “what? We still have to chaperone”

He rolls his eyes, “I never signed up to chaperone”

“What? Then what are you doing here?”

He lets out an oh so attractive chuckle, “isn’t it obvious darlin? I wanted to be with you.”

What. Why would Remy Lebeu of all people want to be with you. As previously discussed, he was an x men and you were, well you.

“So you went to a boring school dance just to be with me?” You almost laugh at the absurdity.

“it’s almost summer, you’ll leave soon and I won’t see you”

“And that’s a problem how”

“God do you play dumb.” He chuckles, “cause I’ll miss you.”

You? He’ll miss you?!?! You?!?!

As if he can sense your questions he answers, “I’ll miss over hearing your lectures every morning, and you always saying goodnight to everyone in the building including me, and how you remember my coffee order after I told you one time-“

“That’s because it’s just black.”

“My point is, I’ll miss you”

“I’ll be back in 3 months” you say

“To long to go without seeing you”

You laugh, “fine I can go for a burger”

…

“This is the best burger I’ve had in my whole life,” you state before taking another bite

“I’ve had better”

“Yeah sure.” You roll your eyes

You look at the time, “oh shit we have to get back before Charles realizes we’re gone.”

“I’ll handle it, don’t worry darlin.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

.

After some delicious burgers Remy walks you back to your dorm or living quarters.

“Sooo…” you pause, “I had fun.”

“Me too.”

“goodnight Remy” You go to turn around but he grabs your arm before you can. And gives you a goodnight kiss. Was it everything you imagined? Maybe.

…

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(So I fell down the down the Gambit rabbit-hole, and this self-insert fic/drabble resulted. Although it's self-insert fic, the descriptions' probably vague enough for a reader to slot themselves into it if you want. Enjoy, regardless!)

"Gambit's got you, mon amie. It's ok."

I groaned, leaning into the strong arms that looped around me. The world slid away from me, starting to swing uncontrollably. My head and body started to turn to lead, and I squeezed at the arms holding me.

"Remy - floor, floor. I need to-"

He acquiesced immediately, hand protectively shielding the back of my head as he helped lower me to the ground. I rolled onto my back, only to be greeted with a solid blue sky, not a horizon nor a cloud to focus on. My stomach cringed as everything continued to spin - maybe if I chose a point in the zenith, that'd work? I had to hope, I didn't want this to get worse, or-

Next thing I knew was the blue being bisected by grey - a straight line - that I could definitely use, and I focused upon it. My vision continued swim but slowly, it began to solidify around the grey 'horizon' - a bo staff, I realised - the spinning sensation easing bit by bit.

"Helping, mon amie?" The Cajun spoke gently, somewhere in my peripheral vision that I dared not glance at, least I set the spinning off again.

"Yeah, definitely. Thanks for that, Remy. You're a lifesaver." I offered him a weak smile.

"Gambit be happy to help." Came the reply. "First time your vertigo come on out here. An' quick too. You doin' alright?"

"I should be. Can't think of anything it'd be except for my time of the month." I sighed. "Just my luck."

"Why don't ya get one of those implants?" Gambit asked, not unkindly. "Don't they help with that?"

"In theory, yeah. But I don't really need contraception when I'm not exactly sleeping with anyone. That and I'm not looking forward to everything going haywire for a little while."

There was a silence - brief, but enough that I sensed a switch in the demeanour of the man cupping my head.

"No-one caught ya fancy?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"You're suddenly very interested in my sex life, Gambit. Didn't realize you became my gynaecologist when I wasn't looking."

That made him choke, the staff wobbling. It didn't seem to restart the vertigo, though.

"Well, uh, Gambit jus'...Ah, forget about it." I didn't need to see him to hear his embarrassment, the spare hand that would be scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm gonna try sitting up," I said.

Bracing myself on my arms, I slowly levered myself upright, pausing to let myself adjust to each change of angle.

"Feelin' better?" Gambit asked from behind me.

"I think so...Need a bit before I stand up, though." I reached backwards blindly. "Stay with me? Just in case."

"Gambit not goin' anywhere." His hand brushed mine, gently squeezing it in reassurance. I wished I could turn to see him and not the grass and tree-line; despite his words and touch, Gambit could easily vanish and I'd be none the wiser.

"To answer your question," I began, hoping to hold his attention, "I need to know what you mean by 'fancy'. 'Fancy' as in what Jubilee and Roberto have going on, or 'fancy' as in getting an implant so there aren't any unforeseen consequences to certain indiscretions?"

The sudden silence implied that Gambit was blushing, and I cursed my vertigo that I couldn't see it.

"Both?" Came the oddly shy response. "Is there both?"

"Not yet." I replied. "I got a few crushes going on, but it's mostly aesthetics."

"Any in particular?"

"Storm, for definite. She's very beautiful."

"Ain't that the truth." I could hear his smile. "Anyone else? Rogue?"

"She is pretty, but no." I smirked. "There is this one guy, though."

"Oh? Just the one?"

"Just the one." A smile played over my lips. "I think you'd approve. He's very handsome."

"That don't exactly narrow it down, mon amie." He commented, and my smile became a grin, thrilled to hear his humour returning. "Though Gambit might have some questions if it be Wolverine."

"Mmm, no. Think taller. Has gorgeous eyes I could stare into all day."

"Ain't Cyclops married?" Gambit teased, and I swung an elbow at him. It didn't matter that I missed completely.

"You know what I mean, Remy! Eyes that won't physically fling me into next week!"

"Alright, we down to Gambit, Beast, and Bishop..." He paused. "Do Morph count?"

"No. They're sweet, but their powers are a little too uncanny for me."

I hummed thoughtfully, choosing my next words with care.

"The guy's got a really nice voice. Always makes me smile when I hear it. And even though he can be a huge pain in the arse, I know he's always got my back." A heartbeat's pause. I took the chance, daring to look over my shoulder. "He also cheats at cards."

"Gambit don't cheat! He-!" The Cajun's sputtered indignation came to a screeching halt, and that was when I decided to turn to face him. Gambit blinked at me, his face such a picture of baffled confusion and surprise I couldn't help but giggle.

"Figured it out?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. His expression softened, a small smile pulling at his lips.

"Reckon so." He looked me up and down. "Think you can stand now, mon amie?"

"I think so. Help me?"

Gambit didn't need to answer, taking my hand and supporting my weight as I gingerly got to my feet. He didn't let go as I surveyed my surroundings, turning my head experimentally.

"I think it's passed now." I smiled at him. "Thanks Gambit, glad this didn't happen when I was on my own." I cringed at the memory. "It wouldn't have been a pretty sight to find."

"Non." Gambit agreed. He still hadn't let go of my hand. "Perhaps we better head inside, find something else to do?"

"I suppose." I pretended not to notice as we walked back. "Although, if it's cards..."

"Gambit don't cheat, mon amie." He grinned at me. "You jus' got a terrible poker face."

I lifted a shoulder, chuckling.

"True enough. Never been very good at subtly."

[doctorcorby]

Ice and Thaw (3805 words) by Overlord_Mordax Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Comicverse), Marvel 616, Marvel (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Remy LeBeau/Rogue Characters: Remy LeBeau, Rogue (X-Men) Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Holidays, Ice Skating Summary:

Gambit and Rogue go ice skating together on the pond behind the mansion under two different sets of circumstances.

[naoa-ao3]

Making Up As We Go

They've had a fight but it's nothing new.

Remy sits outside and smokes, the mansion is still around him and he feels bad about the fight now.

It was a stupid thing, he'd made a joke and she'd gotten angry and he'd responded by being petulant and they'd both been stubborn and now they're on different ends of the house. Different ends of the manor.

He sits and pouts on the roof, avoiding the others who always have opinions, even when it has nothing to do with them.

he think's that's the problem with too many people living together in one house. They can't avoid each other.

The moon shines over head and he sighs to himself.

They'll have to make up and just for once he grows tired of it. Tired of the dance and the fighting.

It's half his fault, this fight.

Two stubborn people with too many feelings. Maybe they're both idiots in some way. This happens too often and he's never seen Scott and Jean go at it like this. They're like the opposite of the golden couple. Idiots.

After all, how the hell are you supposed to get close to a woman you can't even touch?

He sighs to himself and looks down at his cigarette. It's almost out. Great. Another thing he'll have to deal with. Lighting another or calling it quits.

He wishes they didn't fight so much. Wishes they could be like Scott and Jean and kiss and make love and be good and perfect. . .

People are always warning him not to break her heart but if they only knew how much his own hurt at times like this then he thinks maybe they might not have been so quick to open their mouths. Still, he understands why they say it and he doesn't want to hurt her. Not ever.

He hates fighting with her. Rogue is his other half, he's known that since the day he met her. It's impossible to deny and yet. . .

He knows he wouldn't have fallen in love with a woman any less passionate. There was probably never a chance of them not fighting. He loves fighting with her almost as much as flirting some times because he loves anything he does with her.

It's stupid. It's why they're in this situation in the first place.

No one is mad, they're both just stubborn and probably too proud for their own good.

He lights another cigarette, feeling entitled to it while he feels sorry for himself and puffs away, watching the smoke drift off and disappear into the darkness above him.

These are the pitfalls of trying to manage a relationship. Of trying to be with someone. Sometimes there are bad moments but it's nothing a little humility won't fix, nothing they can't kiss and make up.

Well. . . kissing might be the wrong word but he's decided he's going to be with someone he can't touch and he's made up his mind on that. He'll find a way and as he thinks about it he feels better, he feels relieved to have the chance.

They always seem to make up, the two of them.

They both know their faults and that helps. Maybe it'll help them to last longer than Scott and Jean but he doubts it. Those two are perfect.

He finishes his second cigarette and get's up, thinking it's time.

It's time to make up and it's better he makes the first move, she might be just a little more stubborn than even he is.

He heads in and looks for Rogue, finding her in her room getting ready for bed.

He can see in her eyes she wants to make up but he plays the part, dancing the dance and leans in the doorway, watching her.

"What do you want, Cajun?" She asks but there's no bite to her voice, she sounds almost sad.

"Nothing." He says. "Jus' thought it was stupid we had a fight."

She shrugs and sits on the bed, looking at him now. "Yeah, pretty stupid." She says, tucking her hair back.

He looks at her, they're proud people. It's a problem in some cases but they know how to speak each other's language. They know how to make up.

"You gonna stay mad, Chere?" He asks.

She shakes her head, making a face and sniffing as though she's turned off by the idea. "I don't think so." She say's.

"Good, cause I'm already not."

Green eyes find him and he feels better.

She sighs and he wishes he could grab her up, hold her properly and kiss her.

Instead he comes and puts a hand on her thigh. She's got long pajamas on. It gives him the illusion of what he wants.

"I don' like fighting with you, Chere." He say's, serious as the grave. "Eats me up."

"It was only a little fight, Remy." She say's, voice softer than he'd expected.

He shrugs and he wants to put his head down on her knees, wants to show her how much he doesn't want to fight. He wonders if she'd let him.

"I don't like fighting with you either." She say's, voice still soft and warm.

He nods and she takes his hand in her still gloved ones.

She never get's a moment to be careless, it's one of the greatest cruelties of their world.

"Den let's not fight any more tonight." He say's.

She yawns and holds his hand a moment. "I can do that."

God he wants to kiss her, he could almost be angry about it except that it won't change anything.

They don't have an ordinary relationship, with them there's work and it's so frustrating. It's just so damn frustrating but he loves her and he loves everything about her from her temper to the danger that comes with loving her.

"Wish I could kiss you, chere." He whispers, squeezing her hand.

"Me too, Remy." She says, squeezing back. "Me too." She sounds small when she say's it. Genuine.

They lean against each other, it's safe. It's almost like what other couples get and through the piteous denial of the flesh, he knows he's never loved another woman like this.

Knows he probably never will again.

They may not be perfect but they do love each other and it's moments like this, moments when they come back to each other that refuse to let him forget it. It's in these moments that he might just love her the most.

Making up is almost like making out for them. An endless dance that never quite finishes.

[cera-writes]

your gambit fics are so good you write him amazingly 💕 gambit or magneto x reader fluff pls?

Merci, mon ami! <3 For real though, thank you that is such a great compliment!! I'll definitely write for both requests! Erik x Reader will be in a separate post. But I do plan on writing for him <3 Pairing: Remy "Gambit" LeBeau x Reader Prompt: Remy shows the reader how to make his famous creole gumbo and a confession with lots of fluff ensues tags: sfw, fluff, and Remy just being his lovable ragin' Cajun self.

"Let ol' Gambit show you how it's done."

You were busy prepping supper in the kitchen of the mansion, taking over dinner duties that afternoon. Thing was though, that you couldn't quite figure out just what you wanted to make.

You'd pulled out every cookbook Professor Xavier had stored in the kitchen but nothing was quite to your liking.

You flipped through the pages, eyes scanning over every recipe on every page but nothing spoke to you. You really just didn't know what you specifically had the taste for.

You sighed, growing frustrated with your lack of a decision for picking something to eat.

"Geez, this should not be that hard," you scolded yourself. "Screw it. I'm just gonna pop a frozen lasagna in the oven."

You had just opened the freezer and pulled out the frozen food and closed the door when you nearly had a heart attack seeing Gambit standing on the other side.

You nearly dropped the frozen lasagna before Remy grabbed it out of your hands.

Gambit took one look at the monstrocity you were about to make before tossing it back into the cold tundra. He then made a disgusted face.

"Gambit know you ain't about to cook that, petite!"

You folded your arms over your chest raising a brow at him. "You have any better ideas?" You asked, daring him to give you his suggestions.

"As a matter of fact I do, chere. Let ol' Gambit show you how it's done."

You watched as he started pulling out different types of ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator.

"Help Gambit out darlin' and grab that big pot out from over there," he pointed to one of the bottom cabinets that held all the cookware.

You huffed before doing just that as he laid out all the ingredients on the counter.

"Gambit gonna show you how to make his famous gumbo."

You had no objections. "Be my guest, monsieur."

He grinned at the use of your French vocabulary.

"It may take a while to cook but this'll have everybody comin' back for seconds," he smirked, grabbing a knife from the cutlery set.

He then motioned for you to stand in front of him, guiding the knife into your hand as he helped you chop some of the ingredients up.

Your back was pressed flush to his chest and you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. It was no secret that the two of you had unspoken feelings towards each other. He always found ways to brush up against you or use some excuse to get close to you. Right now was no exception either.

"Just like that, chere..." Remy trailed off, helping you slice up the food and put it into the pot. He was so close to your ear that you felt his breath tickle the sensitive skin there. It made your heart rate quicken.

"You're doin' a mighty fine job of that," Gambit praised you, causing your cheeks to heat up. He then moved away, letting you catch your breath. He knew exactly how to rile you up. And it always seemed to work.

Soon, he had the pot boiling on the stove. "Now we let it simmer to perfection," he made a little chef's kiss motion, bringing his fingers to his lips. "But in the meantime, Gambit can find other ways to pass the time with you ma petite." He tossed you a playful wink.

His eyes then trailed over your frame, noticing what you were wearing. "Not gonna lie chere, you look delectable in an apron."

You rolled your eyes, not being able to hide your smile at his compliment. He was such a shameless flirt.

He moved closer to you again, wanting to just be near you. He loved your presence. You somehow always had a way of lighting up the room when you were around. He backed you up against the counter, placing his hands on either sides of you.

"You wanna know somethin' ma cherie?" His gaze lowered to yours, face just mere inches from kissing you. You swallowed hard, wondering what he was about to say.

"Gambit has, well, liked you for a while. And ain't referring to like in a friend sort of way. You do somethin to me and I need to show you what that means..."

He cupped a hand to your cheek, leaning in as his stubble brushed against the skin there. His lips melted into yours, causing sparks to fly in a figurative sense. You gasped softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him in closer to you.

Once you both finally pulled away for air, the pot had started boiling over.

"Merde!" Gambit cursed under his breath, reluctantly breaking away from you to tend to the food.

Once he got that settled, he immediately turned his attention back to you only to find you with your hands on your knees laughing at the whole situation. "What?" He smirked. "We almost let the food burn from makin' out."

"Exactly," you grinned, face flushed red with happiness and humor.

He couldn't help but sweep you off your feet this time as he sat you on the counter. He moved some stray hair from your face before he gazed into your eyes.

"I need to know if you feel the same for Gambit..." his voice was low and husky now and suddenly all seriousness returned back to your features as he trailed his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Do you even need to ask, Remy?"

You grabbed his shirt and crashed your lips into his this time. He kissed you back eagerly, until you both heard the sound of someone clearing their throat awkwardly.

You both turned to look and see Wolverine, Morph, Cyclops, and the rest of the X-Men standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

"Uh, It's dinner time. Or were we interrupting something else?" Cyclops raised a brow.

You both smiled sheepishly.

Remy scratched the back of his neck and smirked, "Dinner's ready," before giving you a wink as if to say we'll finish this later.

[kermit-coded]

you treat your mouth as if it's heaven's gate (the rest of you like you're the tsa) (542 words) by kermit_coded Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men (Comicverse), Marvel (Comics), X-Men '97 (Cartoon 2024) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Remy LeBeau/Rogue Characters: Rogue (X-Men), Remy LeBeau Additional Tags: Unresolved Sexual Tension, Pre-Relationship, Attempt at Remy LeBeau's Accent, Remy LeBeau Flirts, POV Remy LeBeau, Slice of Life, Fluff, Sweet Remy LeBeau Summary: Rogue and Remy share a drink.

[dinogoofymutated]

im 100% new to x-men(i grew up in a DC family lol) but I am just. SO down bad for remy. idk how to write requests or anything, but can I ask for headcanons for him with a touchstarved fem reader? sfw or nsfw, both, idc really he's just rotating in my brain, gambit my beloved

Gambit/GN!reader

Dude I completely get it!! I was a HUGE x-men fan as a kid and as I grew up the hyperfixation fell into the back of my mind. I too grew up mostly on DC and I feel like the reason DC became my go-to was because there's just not a ton of fanfiction for the x-men, reader inserts in particular. I'm working on fixing that! But my full-length fics are a little hard to finish/start. Anyway- Remy is definitely one of the top #3 x-men to be down bad for lol!

TWs: none that I can think of atm. Mostly fluffy goodness! Written picturing a fem! Reader but no pronouns mentioned

I definitely think that it's not a completely ridiculous idea that one of Remy's love languages could be touch, despite how his relationship with Rogue revolves around the absence of touch!

Tbh, I feel like he's just respectful of his partner's wants and needs in a relationship, and if touching and cuddling is a no-go he's perfectly fine with backing off and showing his love in other ways!

BUT! when you give him the go-ahead, he's all over you. Hugs, cuddles, kisses, PDA, all of it!

One of his favorite things to do is catch you in the kitchen, coming up behind you and snaking his hands around your waist. He'll press his face into your hair and neck, sometimes giving you kisses, but really he just does it because he wants to feel you against him.

I think he secretly enjoys how easy it is to get you melting in his embrace. He goes out of his way to fluster you, flirting until you go red, then pulls you close. He'll nuzzle you affectionately, kiss your temple and cheeks, hold you lovingly until he feels all the tension leave your body. He especially likes when you lean into his hands when he holds your face. He knows just how much you love him, and he's determined to show you all the love he knows you deserve.

    “Cher.” Remy’s chest rumbles with the words. You only respond with a hum, tucked into his side comfortably. The afternoon had started with a movie, originally. The two of you had some free time, and Gambit had a movie he really wanted to watch, so movie night it was. You were watching at first, you promise you were, but it was easy to get distracted by Remy. When the movie started, you were sitting next to him, leaning into his side with a bowl of popcorn in your lap, but that position could only be comfortable for so long. You were squirming, trying to relax as best you could, but after 45 minutes of sitting on this couch, it was like every bump and corner on the sofa was digging into you.

    Remy, being the observant sweetheart he is, didn’t hesitate to scoop you up into his lap. You squealed at first, surprised by the action, but Remy simply laughed at you, leaning back to lay down on the couch with you against his chest. Unsurprisingly, this was much more comfortable. Maybe a little too comfortable, as it didn’t take long for you to stop paying attention to the TV entirely. You snuggled closer to Remy as you started to doze off. One of his hands rested against your lower back, his other hand cupping the back of your neck, caressing and threading his fingers through his hair. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep against him.

    “Cheerrr.” Remy says again, drawing the words out. “Movie’s been over f’ a while.” You pout at him, sighing sleepily as you tuck your face into his neck. He chuckles again, thumbs caressing your skin idly.

    “You don’t wanna cuddle anymore?” You ask, maybe a little bit more sad than you should be, or would’ve been if you were more awake.

    “Now Gambit didn’t say that.” Remy purrs. You whine again as he moves a little, adjusting a little so that he can press a kiss to your temple. You reluctantly untuck yourself from his neck, rewarded with a sweet kiss from Remy. The action makes you smile. He’s looking at you with such love and adoration, like no one has looked at you before, and it has you feeling loved beyond measure. You lean into his touch as he cups your face, holding his hand to your cheek to keep him there.

    Content couldn’t begin to explain how you felt in this moment.

[simpforfandoms]

I saw that you write for marvel and if x-men are in that can you do headcanons for dating each of the x-men? Well not like all of them but some of them.

Headcanon’s for Dating X-Men

anon didn’t state which ones to do so I took creative liberty. I like doing head canons, i don’t have to write as formal

includes: Scott Summer, Jean Grey, (Young) Charles Xavier, Anna Marie and, Remy LeBeau

warnings: swearing, some self-doubt, bad grammer?

masterlist

Scott Summers

starting off with my bae

jk he’s all yours

he puts on a strong facade but when you guys are alone he a little teddy bear

always wanting to cuddle

always wanting to hold you

Always wanting to kiss you

But when you’re in front of the team?

It’s a whole different story

He gives you the cold shoulder

Acts like you don’t even exist

He says it’s for safety reasons

“The bad guys can’t know we’re together or else they’re target you to get to me”

But when you try to ask why he won’t even talk to you around the team because they aren’t bad guys

He claims that he can’t trust them

some part of you believes that he just wants to seem like an eligible bachelor

The people that know of your relationship is Charles and Logan

Charles is a given

Logan walked in on you and Scott making out

He promised not to tell anyone if you two promised not to be so loud

Logan needs his sleep man

Anyways because of Scott keeping the relationship a secret you’ve become insecure

As if you weren’t already

Everytime you try to bring up your concerns he dismisses it

You insecurities have gotten so bad that you begin to distance yourself from everyone

I mean even just seeing them makes you compare yourself to them

Of course Scott notices right away

Because you weren’t only distancing from the rest of the team but from him too

So of course homie tracked you down

Like he actually tracked you down because you have invisible powers (wow shocker)

Anyways so he cornered you after a meeting

“Why are you avoiding me”

“How can I avoid you if you don’t even talk to me in the first place Summers?”

There was people around so against your better judgement you kept the facade

“C’mon Y/n really? This is what this is about?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now if you excuse me I have places to be and people to meet”

You were being difficult

But honestly I can’t blame you

So Scott did the only logical thing

He kissed you

Right in front of everyone

You were shocked

“About time” Logan says

when he finally pulled away from the kiss he said that he loved you

Awwwwwwww

Well now your relationship was public

So you stopped distancing yourself

But also you were still insecure

After a while you told Scott about your worries

So every now and then he has to remind you how perfect you are

Also Scott doesn’t really like PDA so him kissing you infront if the team was like a one time thing

Until you and him were in life threatening danger

But that’s a story for another hour

Jean Grey

now onto Jean

let’s just pretend that she didn’t out Bobby for the sake of these headcanons

Jean absolutely adores you

Like sometimes she’ll just stare into your eyes

Unlike Scott she wasn’t one to hide your relationship from the team

but she didn’t exactly tell them

Like she would hug you and cuddle with you infront of them

But they didn’t really peice it together

They just thought you guys were really close

It wasn’t until she got the Phoenix that the team found out

like for some reason it made her incredibly confident

So i mean she just randomly grabbed your face and kissed you

You didn’t really mind

The team was kinda shocked

When the shabloom went down you were there to comfort her and kiss you

after she learned to control the phoenix she was still confident

Like she still would just randomly kiss you in front of the team

During training

During teaching

 during meals

And not like pecks

Like full on make out sessions

It got so bad one time that Charles had to put you too in the same room so you wouldn’t have so much pent up tension

if you know what I mean ;)

Anyways you and Jean were perfect for each other

If anyone dared touched you she would rip them to shreds

metaphorically

unless you like actually died

Then the whole world would burn

You would do the same for her

You two match each other’s energy and it’s perfect

I would say more but

Jk

I’m saying more you fools

If you’re a woman

Kurt said that he wanted a threesome with you and jeans

Which resulted in 2 bitch slaps

One from Jean

One from you

The disrespect

Then of course as you and Jean were walking away you said

“Hey let’s have a threesome with Scott”

“Oh come on”

(Young) Charles Xavier

You weren’t a mutant

You were simply his next door neighbor (and best friend)

When you found out he was mutant you obviously didn’t care

When you found out he had been taking care of raven you supported him

Kinda hurt because of how him and raven were close

But supportive non the less

When he had explained to you the idea of Charles Xavier school for gifted youngsters you supported him

You even moved in with him

His logic was that he needed his best friend by his side

So you have always been supportive of him

When he told you about the X-Men you were hesitant

“Are you sure that’s a good idea Charles?”

“Trust me on this Y/n”

“Ok.”

And so you did

All the x-men were nice

However you didn’t exactly like how Erik constantly said that you were scum

But you could deal with it (for the most part)

One day it had gotten bad though

“Why are you even here Y/n? You’re useless. Utterly and completely useless.”

You just sat there and took his shit

He had started to blow up on you because you used the last of milk

no body else was around to witness it

“Y’know what Erik, you’re right. I am useless. I’m leaving.”

You walked out of the room and the building

are you okay y/n?

Charles get out of my head, we made an agreement

I sensed that you were feeling down

I’m leaving

Why?

Get out of my head and come talk to me

Charles showed up not even 10 seconds later

“If you were so close why didn’t you just talk to me normally”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You stared into his eyes

Then his lips

Then his eyes

Then his lips

Charles just kiss me already

Then he did

After that it was smooth surfing

Well until you got caught in the crossfire

And instead of Charles getting hit

You did

And died

But hey Charles could still walk

Anna Marie (Rogue)

you first met rogue while at Xavier's

It was like love at first sight

well for you

Anna on the other hand avoided you

which was weird

because you practically had the same powers

well not really

you could mimic powers and skills by sight

while rogue could absorb powers and strength by touch for long periods of time

you could only mimic them as long as their in your eyesight

anyways you practically followed rogue around everywhere

trying to get her attention

she just never talked to anyone but charles

when Charles finally classified you and rogue as apart of the x-men you were thrilled

rogue seemed to be too

on your first mission she finally talked to you

"you're pretty cool"

"so are you"

You smiled as you defeated the next villian

after that you and rogue continue getting closer and closer till you too finally revealed feeling for one another

Rogue was to scared to do anything that could result in skin to skin contact

so all you really did was hand holding

until you convinced her to kiss you

"are you sure about this"

"100% percent"

"then why do we have to do it infront of everybody"

"incase something goes wrong"

"but you're 100% sure"

"Look hank says that my powers will cancel out yours and we'll be fine as long as I keep my eyes open"

"Just kiss already!" Jean shouts

and with that, you lean in and kiss Anna

it was as magical as you expected

and nothing went wrong

now anna wasn't afraid to touch you

life was good

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

you met remy on the streets

you thought he was a prostitute at first

but turns out he was just recruiting you to be a part of the x-men

"I think, I'll pass"

"C'mon darling we could really use someone with your skills"

"Are you sure you're not a prostitute?"

He laughs and hands you a card

"Call me if you change your mind"

The interaction kept replaying in your head

so you called him

you became a part of the x-men

yay

anyways you were sparring with gambit

when things got a little heated

like a tad

"What the fuck was that? You do that out in the field and you're gonna end up six feet under."

"Oh please, don't act like you give a fuck!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm done sparring with you, I'm gonna go find a different partner. Maybe Scott."

"We're not done here y/n!"

"Yeah, we are!"

You storm off to your room where you find jean

"You gotta fix the sexual tension between you and Remy. It's literly killing me!"

"What tension?"

"You're not dumb y/n, figure it out."

As she walks out, Remy walks in

"I do care about you"

You hum in response

"m'sorry"

"ugh. just kiss me already."

Then you kiss

mwah

anyways you and Remy date

Unlike Scott, he's really one for PDA

like we're talking kisses out of nowhere

he constantly reminds you that you're his

and you remind him that you're not an object

but you like it

anyways happily ever after

[mthofferings]

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[blackberry-gingham]

All We've Ever Known

Gambit x fem!reader | Chpt 1 > Chpt 2

Also available on ao3!

Summary: Retired from the X-Men, and on course for a new life, you and Remy have enjoyed a happy marriage of the last few years. With the slew of welcome, happy changes it's brought to his life, it's little surprise that they've begun to leave their mark on Gambit's person.

You see a happy, loving man who's simply grown into his body at last after a life of rigorous living. He sees a man so disgustingly different from the one you married, it makes him ill. Sparking a one sided divide in your relationship, things come to a head when you try to address things. Little do you know, He's felt this way for a long time now- And the infamous Remy Lebeau is nothing if not stubborn.

Tags: Body image issues, past weight gain, angst, fluff, married couple, and of course dad bod gambit

Tag list: @greenheart99 (I promise this one ends happy bestie 🥲🙏🏻) @samatedeansbroccoli (idk if dad bod is even your thing, feel free to ignore lol)

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Another shirt on the bed. and another. and a small pile of pants all around on the floor. The things that fit, he doesn't like. Or, they don't fit well. Not like the way they should, anyway. Like how they used to.

So, here's another pair of pants, the need for a shirt currently put aside it would seem. These he used to love, strange that he's forgotten where they were for so long. They feel so restrictive coming up- but that's alright, they was always tight in the thigh. "Skinny jeans" and all that. Then with just a little more effort then he remembers needing, they're over the ass and...

They won't close.

But...? No, no. No, if he just pulls real hard and squeezes just right and sucks it in a little, maybe the lips of each hem will at least kiss. Right? They don't even have to button- he'd be happy just to have this... This one, little thing. So he gives one more good, solid pull.

He gives up soon after.

A kiss? Pah- more like a restraining order.

Gambit's arms, thick with muscle, drop to his side. They're far too tired from wrestling with garment after garment in the mirror. He used to love this pair, that he remembers well. Would wear them near everyday, as a mater of fact- Now it feels like he's lucky just to have gotten them up to his ass.

Where oh where has it all gone wrong... Things were so fine, so perfect when you two finally made it. After all the hardships and the differences and the figuring out, you finally made it. You were ready. He was ready. Ready for the long road. Ready for the big commitment.

More then ready- for one girl. Forever.

He can remember every detail from your wedding together- from your flowers to your makeup and hair and dress. The weather the time the songs the food they served the name of the venue- He's still got the suit he wore, you know. Anyone but you would've called it an eyesore, but it was far too him for you to have complained- perfect enough for your perfect day, on that merit alone. It's somewhere in this house, packed away in all this mess...

But he wouldn't dare try to look for it now.

Wouldn't look at it, wouldn't hold it up, and God forbid- wouldn't try it on.

No, he's far too terrified of what he'll be faced with for that. For the reality. The situation he's put himself into. The disappointment. It's a pain he cannot bear- Not lately. Especially not when it's such a dear memory so closely tied to you.

All that was years ago... Your wedding day. Sure you've gotten a little older. A little different here and there. But to him, you are always just the same. Just as gorgeous. Just as perfect. It's so unfair- You're the same now as when he first saw you, on that hot and humid day down in New Orleans. And when he went on that first, fancy date with you after weeks and weeks of trying to convince you. And when he proposed. And when you said yes. And when you got your first house together, and-

But him? Oh, he's changed alright. Just not nearly as gracefully. He used to be so lean and hard when you were dating. Always the same. Always handsome and fit. He was thief, a street rat. What was he if not limber and agile and tight? It was an achievement. A prize that had him winning in the game of life. He had something back then that every man wanted.

Wolverine was a little too bulky.

Cyclops and Kurt way too skinny.

But him? He was always perfect. The right amount of everything- They all knew it, the ladies too. Deep down, he always knew. It was obvious. Obvious enough that he didn't have to pretend to be so confident. So self assured and self absorbed.

Not like the way he has to now.

And wouldn't you know... It worked. Of course it did. He had so much attention. So many women. He could get anyone he wanted, because when all it was down to was his body versus another's- he was every bit the superior.

For a long time, he figured that was just what he'd won you over with. He had looks in the face and a body he knew you wanted to touch, and well... The rest is history. Sure, you would try to tell him it wasn't about that, but that's just how things were between you two. Always kidding. Always teasing, playfully taking the other down a peg.

He knew you didn't mean it when you said that.

It was the same thing when you'd tell him he wasn't taking care of himself. That he didn't eat well, or enough. "A cigarette isn't breakfast", you say. "A glass of whiskey isn't dinner", you say. But he'd only do those things once in a while- So it was fine, wasn't it? Like he said, all jokes. Just teasing.

Until... You got married. Then it was out with the old, in with the new. A new life. New habits. A new him.

Hell, he was so happy... He'd have brought you the moon, if only you'd ask. He still would, too.

Anything to make you happy. Anything that would earn him just a little more of your favor. He'd eat around you, just to keep you appeased. The both of you were living together now, there soon became no excuse to not eat what you'd give him. No excuse to live like a bachelor, and eat like shit- if at all. Not even an excuse to eat lean and calculated protein diets, like the damn X-Men wanted him to. That life was over, and all he remembers is... You were so, so happy. Just to be with him. Just to see him. Just to wake up each morning to these black and red eyes that landed him in the streets, and to go to bed each night listening to the amplified snores out of this big, proud, French nose.

You were finally married. Living together full time. Having every meal together. Every spare moment together. When he was so happy- he forgot all about what he looked like. What he felt like. What did it matter? He was married to the love of his life. He was free at last, never having to worry about ending up alone. So what did he care? He ate a little more- but he could still be the same. He could still wear his clothes and count a few ribs and when you touched his body he had abs to show you and veins and tendons and bones sticking out all over- You like the kind of stuff... right? He always thought so, at least. Why else were you with him, if not?

But somewhere along the way, he started to slip-

He wasn't thinking about what he was and wasn't eating. He wasn't paying attention to when he'd need or receive new or bigger clothes. Maybe here and there it would bother him... But you never treated him any different. Never stopped wanting to be with him or close to him. Never stopped being intimate. Never commented much at all on his looks, save to call him handsome or some such.

Nothing had changed between him and you- and that was all that mattered to him.

For a time, anyway.

Gambit continues to stare blankly at the mirror before him. Palms open, he runs his hand up his torso- from the waistband of his ill fitting pants, over his belly, to just bellow the lumps of his pectorals. The skin tenses as he pulls it up, returning with a gentle bounce when he lets go. He can't even see all the complex, intricate veins and tendons on the back of his hands anymore- His abs are long gone, and all those sinewy, thick veins too.

He's left with a shadow of his collar bone, a blanket over his once sharp, taught jawline and a wealth of pink, itching stretchmarks not quite through with the process of fading to white. They lace up his hips and his stomach and thighs, and if he looks too closely there's even one or two eking out from the sides of pecs-

And all he can think about, is how they never used to be there at all.

Forget the X-Men for a moment- Being a professional thief keeps you in a certain shape all in its own right, especially when you're running with the Guild. Toned but sleek. Streamline but buff. Hell, even when he finally did trade that life for the X-Men, things hardly changed. A little more muscle for the ladies, but not enough to cause him any damage. Quite the opposite, really-

And look at him now, huh?

Gambit turns a little to the side, just enough to get a good look as he flexes his thick arm. All at once as he does so, as though shocked with a stimulating current, the soft fat immediately gives way- Nowhere near as sharp as he'd like, but the entire extremity hardens and shapes. A few shallow lines and dents appear in the flesh, all showing off the magnificently impressive muscles hiding below the surface.

He could split firewood with his bare hands in a body like this- but what use is strength to him at the steep cost of his looks? At the cost of his abs? At the cost of his superhuman agility? At the cost of all the things that he's certain drew you to him to begin with. Those are the things that made him who he was. They defined him, and indeed they still do- They are what allow him to earn your love, after all.

And so without them...

With a deep sigh, Gambit relaxes his arm. Looking back in the mirror and to the long faded stretch marks marring his triceps, he can't help but remember- These were the first. The first, and perhaps the only ones he could tolerate. Who doesn't want bigger biceps, after all? These were but a small toll to pay for that larger goal. Thick muscles to show off all his hard work and training, after all- but Then... Then came all the rest.

He looks back down to his hips and belly. From this angle, he can best see the gentle furrows, the wrinkles, these scars of his carelessness have given him.

Wrinkles... at his age? Who indeed would want that-

"Remy! Are you coming?", you call up, laughing lightly, from somewhere downstairs.

Gambit snaps out of his nightmare, calling back a knee jerk response, "I'm comin'! I'm comin'...", he calls, then sighs.

Even from here, the smell of fresh breakfast wafts through the air. Between the two of you, and with a little training at the start from you to him, this house sees plenty of cooking. He loves to tease that you never make the food spicy enough, and he will all day long if you let him. If anyone else asked, however, he'll be quick to supply the truth- He loves your food. Besides, the simple fact that you'd go through that kind of trouble to make sure he's fed to begin with makes everything taste all the better, he thinks. No ones ever loved him like that before.

Gambit shucks the ill fitting jeans and trades them for whatever it is he was wearing to bed. He doesn't even bother checking the mirror to think about what to match them with- instead he grabs a sweater from the closet beside him. This sweater was his go to back when he was first starting to lose his abs. Just something big and baggy to hide away in- only until he could get his body back and all, of course.

Nowadays it clings to him far more then he would like.

Remy takes a deep breath, sucking it in as he straightens down the front of his top. Whatever you've got prepared, he's not sure he's willing to wait any longer- His stomach growls gruffly at the distant promise of food after a night of being empty.

Either hand already bracing his torso, Gambit clicks his tongue, muttering at the organ, "Now you hush"

With a huff, he lets go of his body and turns to take the long trek downstairs. The felted fabric rubs against his skin with each trot down the steps, itching uncomfortably against his scars, newer and older, and the trail of hair down below. It itches and jostles- and it makes him sick, just at the thought of himself.

They cloud his head all the way down, until he turns the corner... and the refreshing surprise of your lips on his clear the noise away. Caught off guard, a blissful groan escapes from him to you and the wash of peace is almost enough to distract him from your hands resting on his stomach. In your defense, he knows it's not your fault- It's only for balance on account of having to lean up and now over, too, to reach him.

Gambit sighs again, only this time without the joy of the first one. He remembers a time when your hands went to his chest when you kissed- He could pull you flat against his abs, get that little rush when you'd reach up on the tips of your toes to kiss him. Now he has no choice but to lean forward or be pulled in to meet you half way if he wants just one of said kisses.

You give his waist a welcoming few scratches and steal another kiss. Gambit takes your hands in his, holding them gently but firmly enough to ensure you cease such ministrations. He massages the back of your hands instead and anoints you with a kiss for forgiveness. There's something about your nails on the thin skin of his scars, even through his clothes, that scratch those old itches so, deliciously right.

He wonders if you know what it does to him. The relief. The comfort. The intimacy- He figures you must. After all, you're too sharp for him. Too attuned to his moods. To his subtle sounds and gestures and looks. Besides, he's none to proud of the noises that little move has gotten from him whenever he was too tired to know better. If that wasn't a give away, he's not sure what would've been.

Looking up with nothing but that sweet, sweet smile you let him hold your hands between the two of you.

"Mornin' ta you too, Cher"

You laugh, "I was starting to think you weren't coming"

"Aw, you know Gambit never miss a meal a' yours darlin", he squeezes your hands once more and nuzzles you with a playful growl- if only to disguise the petulant rumbling of his stomach.

The eggs and all are still warm when at last you both sit. You eat in a comfortable silence, a small but essential detail to married life. Strange, he never thought about the comforts of something as small as having someone to eat each meal with would offer... but he now knows it's one he wouldn't want to live without.

As always, the food is tasty and satisfying. He scarfs it down a little faster then he wants to, just to get his guts to be silent. You return his play of events with a curious glance, "Would you slow down? No one's going to take it from you, baby"

Your attempt at lighthearted teasing is far too overshadowed by the notes of concern within your own voice. In truth, it's not the speed that concerns you- no, you're used to him being a good, strong eater. It's the subtle things. The way he stabs the food a little too aggressively. The way he continues to huff bitterly through his nose.

It's not that he's not enjoying his meal- the satisfied little sighs after every other mouthful or so tells you that. It's more like... like he just wants to get this out of the way.

Odd... That's not like him.

As soon as you speak up, the strange mood seems to lift. He tries to smile and blow a compulsory huff of laughter and apology. He slows down, but that's not the change you were looking to help with. Still, it'll do you suppose. You shake the interaction out of your head and go back to your meal. When you've cut all that needs cutting upon your plate, you reach out to hold his hand while you eat- as you always do. You both enjoy quietly, with the occasional small talk around mouthfuls of food, as you always do. And when he's finished fighting with his meal, you offer him the remainder of what you couldn't finish from yours, just as you always do.

Gambit looks from his plate to yours, a guilty twinge coming over his thoughts. He makes a habit to never get enough food for himself- it feels far too incriminating to just outright take the amount he'd really like to have. It's an odd habit you think. And indeed, you know he does it- but still, one you've come to adapt to anyway. To compensate, you always take a little more for yourself then you know you can eat and give the intentional leftovers to him. He's never complained before- and after a while, it's now simply become habit.

The uncomfortable gnaw of a not quite satisfied stomach aches at him. It's almost like a pain. A wound. He can feel it, and the temptation to patch it up is so, so obtainable... He leans forward no more then a hair, just barely into the commitment of accepting your offer, only...

A half empty stomach may feel bad- but not quite as terrible as the way this shirt feels clinging around the paunch in his lap.

Gambit sniffs, twitching his aquiline nose sharply- a quick and clever disguise over the flash of a sneer he makes at himself, "Uh, no t'anks mama- Gambit not hungry"

He leaves you no room to question his choice- instead, he rises taking his and your plates with him to the sink. Any suspicions you would pose, are shut down with a grateful kiss to your forehead before he walks off. With an unreadable expression, you watch him scrape the food off your plate and down the sink.

Strange, you've never seen him turn you down before...

But you give your head a little shake to clear it. Perhaps he really is just full. No need to think too hard- You sigh to yourself and get up to help. On your way to clear the stove, you lay a hand across his back as thanks. After all, if there were an issue, you're sure he would tell you.

Right?

Breakfast passes and the dishes are done. The dissatisfaction of his stomach turns from mere annoyance, back to hunger, in a matter of hardly an hour. He tells himself he isn't hungry over and over and over again... but the success rate is low indeed. So instead, there he stands before the washer and dryer- burying himself in chores to distract from his woes.

In a set of real clothes at last, Gambit pulls out a shirt of his and gives it a snap before finding a hanger to put it on. He grumbles and hikes up his jeans yet again before leaning back down for the next article. Really, he grows weary of this room. Of this chore- This is just the place when he started to really take notice of how bad things were getting for himself, after all.

Now, he'll never forget.

Doing his own laundry. Hanging up his own jeans. Only to think to himself... There was no way these could be his. He'd always had a boxy waist, true enough. But only proportionately. Only in that it never cut in much from the width of his ribs. Even so- he was always slim. Slim enough that he's certain he'd never see pants of his that could be this wide.

But, they had to be- They were all like that, after all. Every single one in the wash, all roughly the same size as the last. Even now, he wishes he could choose not to believe it. He snaps the pants out and holds them aloft, inspecting them until he can no longer stand to look at them in full. He holds them closer and rolls apart the front and back of the waistband. On the back tag, he has only to read the inches starting with "4" before he winces.

He remembers when all his pants started with a low 3-somethng. Even just that difference was far more preferable to the 40s he's holding now.

Once, a while ago, the idea had entered his head that perhaps he was merely remembering wrong. He'd always been boxy, was he ever really that small in the waist? After all, he still had old clothes stored up somewhere... Where were those? He just wanted to see... Call it peace of mind, if you will.

Maybe he was remembering wrong- Surely that was all.

He remembers cutting out from the laundry room that day, the perfect time to do this without your notice. He remembers scuttling up to the attic, digging through all the boxes and boxes of old shit that he always told you he'd get around to getting rid of, but never did- He remembers he was so determined to be right. So sure that he hadn't let things get all too bad. He just needed to see that things hadn't changed as much as he thought.

Yes... That would do. That would appease him. It would soothe his ego enough for now before he made work towards shedding the weight. Towards getting back on track.

And when he finally found that box he was looking for... All he remembered, was how his blood ran cold.

Not quite a pair of pants, but there was that shirt- The one he'd wear under his armor, for compression and a tad of extra protection. It was a special weave, meant to supplement the suit he wore on the outside. And when he held it up, all those months ago...

It felt like a garment for a child.

It hadn't been washed. Hadn't shrunk. It was perfectly preserved up here with all the rest, and yet... What more was there to say? After such a crushing blow as that- He hadn't the heart to keep digging through the old clothes. No, his next move was to package it up in defeat and let you give it all away. He didn't even want the possibility of a reminder.

To this day, he still doesn't quite remember what those old pants of his used to measure. And further still- He's not sure he wants to.

That was about 4 months ago.

Tonight, Gambit braces his hands on the bathroom sink, leaning in close to the mirror before him. He clears a circle in the residual steam from his shower to take a good long look at his face. A swath of stubble has overtaken his jaw and chin. Normally this is admittedly of little interest to him- After all, the women always loved a little scruff, who cared if it wasn't perfectly shaped up all the time?

But, that was back when he couldn't see the underside of his jaw while looking straight on. Back when he didn't have this ghost of a double chin- Back when he actually had a nice jawline to give the hair some shape. Now? He feels like just another disheveled slob.

It's always a battle choosing. To shave or not to shave? And even then- how much is too much, or too little? He hates the way it grows down to his throat, but so too does he despise the way being perfectly clean shaven highlights that puffy, baby look his cheeks have come to possess. With a practiced flick, Gambit opens his straight edge and decides to get to work. Now that he's thinking about it, he doesn't want to have to look this long at himself for a while...

Maybe shaving down completely is for the best.

With long strokes of the razor, soon enough he falls into habit again. Gambit watches his hand for a little, before growing bored. His eyes flick back up in the mirror, making contact with his own reflection. His eyes, black with all but glowing rings of red, stare back at him. They look so, so tired... To think, these were the very things that got him put out by his own parents. Dumped in the streets and on the fringes of society ever since.

It was different enough to be noticed, but never so much so that it scared off the masses too bad. He was... unique, sure. But he never thought of himself much as a monster. To claim such a title would be laughable at best and distasteful at worst with the likes of Hank and Kurt around, but... Now? Now he thinks about it all the time. What else is there to call himself? Big and ugly and nothing like how he used to be not but a few years back-

Now, he looks more the part. The disgusting creature all those anti mutant mobs want to make people like him, like mutant kind as a whole, out to be. His limbs are thick and muscular, his body heavy set now that it's filled out to it's potential. Like he could cause some real damage if he wanted. Like he could rip through rebar or punch through rocks- like he could be scary. Dangerous, even, only now you can see it with but the assistance of his discolored eyes, instead of getting caught off guard by the surprise and might of his powers.

It doesn't feel good.

It doesn't feel earned or empowering or brag worthy... To be so big. So strong. So intimidating to look at.

It feels like it makes him ugly. Like he doesn't deserve someone as gorgeous and perfectly normal as you. Like he doesn't deserve the food he eats, or the clothes he wears, or the tender affections you lie and bestow upon him.

Gambit turns his head this way and that, inspecting the shave job. He runs a hand from his chin to his throat, feeling the soft little slope of skin disguising the bone beneath it, then eyes the expected outcome- those puffy baby cheeks and that soft jaw on full, glistening display. With that same long gaze, he watches the man in the mirror. His eyes are lost, scanning all over at the imperfections. God, he could stand here all night picking himself apart- Which makes him at least a little thankful to be rescued by your voice.

You call him out of the bathroom, urging him to come to bed at last. Remy sighs, reaching tiredly for one of many vaguely baggy shirts that he's regulated to a pj top.

"Comin", he calls back, pulling the shirt over his mostly dry body and trudging out the door.

The two of you exchange greetings and small talk for a decent while- but it's not until the conversation hits that sweet spot, the one where he knows you're going to lean in to wind down. The part where you're going to reach over to touch him. To try and cuddle. This past week, he's done a masterful job of evading this little part.

Although... Not because he wants to, per say.

It's because he must.

He's done so much to try and hide himself from you. Only he can know how far he's let himself go. Only he can be allowed the sting of being faced with the fact that he is no longer the man you married. The Remy you knew was svelte and trim and the most handsome man around. If you knew how much different he was, how really different- There's not a doubt in his mind that you'd come to hate him. To reject him-

Just as he hates and rejects himself.

What good is he to you like this? An embarrassment- That's what.

You continue on with your sentence, blissfully unaware of the turmoil in his mind, as your hand reaches out to rest on his dense body. Ever the clever mind, Gambit yawns and stretches big. He doesn't interrupt your little speech- but he does turn to his side and lay down. Away from you.

He pulls the blanket up, and hums along to show at least some degree of engagement with the things you say. But even so- it pains him to hear that drop of disappointment in your voice. He thinks again, maybe a little glance over his shoulder to at least look at you while you talk. Not good enough, it would seem.

With a barely disguised frown, you lay down on your own side too, watching his back dejectedly as you finish up your closing thought.

"Are you, uh... tired, then?"

Gambit turns over his shoulder once, then twice, as though your statement surprises him, "Hm? Oh, uh- yeah. Sorry cherie, Gambit have a long day, das' all"

You hum and nod, more to yourself then anything else. Gambit shoots you a small smile, doing wonders to conceal the guilt pounding inside him. With nothing left to be said, you wish him a good night... and click off the light.

[lovelymel]

𝓒haracter 𝓛ist + 𝓡equest 𝓘nfo !!

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i will write :: lgbtq, male + female + gn! readers, fluff, angst, smut, headcanons, drabbles, somewhat dark themes for horror characters

i won’t write :: big age gaps, incest, super freaky kinks, any stuff like that man 👽

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⏤͟͟͞͞ ✦ 𝓨oung 𝓙ustice :: season 1 & season 2

kid flash — wally west

impulse — bart allen

robin — dick grayson

superboy — connor kent

aqualad — kaldur’ahm

miss martian — m’gann m’orzz

artemis — artemis crock

⏤͟͟͞͞ ✦ 𝓧-𝓜en :: live action & ‘97

wolverine — logan howlette

cyclops — scott summers

magneto — erik lehnsherr

professor x — charles xavier

gambit — remy lebeau

storm — ororo monroe

phoenix — jean grey

⏤͟͟͞͞ ✦ 𝓑ASEketball

joe “coop” cooper

doug remer

⏤͟͟͞͞ ✦ 𝓞rgazmo

joseph “joe” young

⏤͟͟͞͞ ✦ 𝓑ill & 𝓣ed

bill s. preston esq.

ted “theodore” logan

⏤͟͟͞͞ ✦ 𝓢cream

billy loomis

stu macher

⏤͟͟͞͞ ✦ 𝓣he 𝓛ost 𝓑oys

david

dwayne

paul

marko

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For requests, here are the things I can do/write for:

Fandoms:

• X-Men: The Animated Series

• X-Men Evolution

• X-MCU

(I can do a crossover of these with other Marvel heroes, just as long as your request is platonic and has something to do with X-Men, I can do it)

Categories:

• Fluff

• Angst

• Hurt/Comfort

• 5 + 1 Things

• Creepy Fluff

• Forced Adoption

• A/B/O (Alpha, Beta, and Omega)

• Platonic Cuddling

(Just ask/request what you want, as specific as you can, so I cover it to the best of my ability. If I say no, or can't do it, i will ask if i can write something else for you)

Characters I Write For:

• Professor X/Charles Xavier

• Storm/Ororo Munroe

• Wolverine/Logan Howlett

• Beast/Hank McCoy

• Shadowcat/Kitty Pryde

• Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

• Rogue/Anna Marie

• Spyke/Evan Daniels

• Cyclops/Scott Summers

• Marvel Girl/The Phoenix/Jean Grey

• X-23/Laura Kinney

• Magneto/Erik Lehnsherr

• Mystique/Raven Darkholme

• Sabretooth/Victor Creed

• Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

• Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

• Toad/Mortymer Tonybee/Todd Tolansky

• The Blob/Fred Dukes

• Avalanche/Lance Alvers

• Gambit/Remy LeBeau

• Colossus/Piotr Rasputin

• Pyro/St. John Allerdyce

(If there is another character I didn't name that you want, just ask, and I'll see what I can do)

AU Ideas (If you're curious):

• A/B/O

• Dark (A Better World Inspired AU)

• Villain

• Hunger Games

• Vampire

• Drider

• Naga

• Dragon

• Wings of Fire

• Zombie Apocalypse

• Siren

• Selkie

• Werewolf

• Reincarnation

(If you have any you want to see or like any of these, don't hesitate to request it)

Possible Mutant!Readers:

• Pyrokinesis

• Electrokinesis

• Foresight

• Invisibility

• Snake

• Cat

• Spider

• Creator (makes things out of nothing)

• Gembody (like Emma Frost)

• Telepath

• Telekinetic

• Hydrokinesis

• Botanokinesis/Phyokinesis (control plants)

• Crystallokinesis (manipulate and control gems and rocks and minerals)

• Hemokinesis (control and manipulate blood)

• Wings/Flight

• Light

• Darkness/Shadows

• Were-creature (can be human, turn into a n animal, and/or have a mixed form)

(If you have any mutant powers you want Reader to have, please mention it, otherwise I will keep it neutral or pick out one myself)

I hope this helps y'all if you are having problems putting together your thoughts. I know organizing some options can help, as I have OCD and like to know my options, too, and have have in their own categories. Y'all have a lovely day💛