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cera-writes · 4 months

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hey hey hey! I’ve already requested a fic from you before so no pressure to write any of this, but I was wondering if you could write some Gambit smut that focuses on his fingers or his hair? Idk I’m kinda obsessed with his gloves and his long hair they’re important to me. Or if you could indulge me, some Nightcrawler stuff(smut or not smut up to you) with some religious stuff? Sincerely, a fan with a bit of a thing about religious symbolism (again, no pressure to write any of this, kind of silly requests)

A/N: Oooooh, anon. YES. 🤤 Pairing: Remy Lebeau x AFAB!Reader Tags: nsfw, fingering, hair grabbing, bondage, one night stand, focusing on Remy's hands~ Prompt: Reader has a thing for some of Remy's other assets and he shows the reader how he uses them ;) Song inspo: Taste-Ari Abdul

The Hand that Deals

"What's your pleasure tonight, cher?" the smooth, Cajun-accented voice of the handsome man asked, leaning against the doorway of the dimly lit bedroom suite. His piercing eyes locked onto yours, lidded with desire as they traced over your body, taking in every curve. "D'you crave da touch of Gambit's fingers? Or perhaps you can't resist the allure of Gambit's long, silky hair?"

The smirk that played upon his lips was simultaneously playful and devilish, leaving you breathless with anticipation. Remy LeBeau, also known as Gambit, was every bit as charming and seductive as you had imagined, and tonight, he belonged to you. He'd promised you a night of fun, and you weren't about to turn him down on that offer.

Struggling to find your voice, you managed a sultry whisper, "I want... I want to experience everything you have to offer." Your heart raced as you took a step closer, drawn to him like a moth to flame.

Gambit chuckled, low and husky, as he reached out to cup your face with his gloved hand. "Then, mon amie, prepare yourself for a night you'll never forget," he promised, his thumb stroking your cheekbone with a tenderness that belied his roguish demeanor.

As he led you to the plush king-sized bed, your gaze fell upon his gloved hands, their supple leather almost glowing in the ambient light. The fingers of his right hand moved deftly, seemingly effortlessly, as he shuffled and reshuffled a deck of cards. Your mouth watered at the sight, anticipating the feel of those gloved fingers against your skin. Gods. He had you weak.

Remy watched you watching him, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. With a grace born of years of practice, he tossed the cards into the air, where they seemed to hang suspended for a moment before raining down upon the bed, covering the sheets in a colorful blanket of kings, queens, and jacks.

He turned his attention back to you, languidly bearing down upon you until you found yourself lying on the bed, your head resting on a pillow strewn with playing cards. "Now," he purred, "let's see what kinda hand fate has dealt us tonight."

His right hand came to rest on your hip, his gloved fingers toying with the hem of your dress, tracing idle patterns along your skin. The heat emanating from his touch sent shivers down your spine, making you arch into his caress. You let a hiss of surprise and something akin to anticipation slip past your lips.

As if sensing your desire, Gambit began to slide the fabric of your dress upwards, revealing your thighs, then your hips, and finally your waist. Your breath came in ragged gasps as his fingers danced higher, inching closer to the apex of your thighs with each pass.

You couldn't help but moan as his gloved fingertips grazed your mound, teasing you with featherlight touches that left you desperate for more. Remy chuckled at your response, clearly enjoying the power he held over you.

His touch became more insistent, his fingers delving between your folds with an expertise that made your head spin. You bucked your hips, seeking more pressure, more friction, anything to quell the burning desire that threatened to consume you.

And then, just as you thought you couldn't take any more, Gambit pulled back abruptly, leaving you whimpering with need. "Not so fast, mon amie," he admonished, grinning wickedly. "We got all night. Hope you can keep up, chere."

With agonizing slowness, he slipped his fingers into his mouth, coating them with his saliva. The sight of his tongue darting out to catch a stray drop sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. "Tonight, your pleasure is Gambit's pleasure," he murmured, leaning in to kiss you deeply, invading your mouth with his tongue.

His fingers returned to your center, now slick and warm, gliding effortlessly over your sensitive flesh. You cried out into his mouth as he circled your clit with expert precision, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

Just when you thought you couldn't bear it any longer, Gambit slipped one finger inside you, curling it forward to find that spot deep within that sent you careening over the edge. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you in relentless waves as he continued to stroke you with a rhythm that seemed to echo the pounding of your heart.

As your tremors subsided, Remy pulled away, giving you a moment to catch your breath. His red and black eyes twinkled with mischief as he rocked back on his heels, regarding you with a smug grin. "That, mon amie, was jus' the warm-up. You ready for more?"

You nod, unable to find your voice as your body still hums with pleasure from the intense orgasm he gave you. Remy chuckles and leans in close, his breath warm on your ear. "Good," he whispers, "cause Gambit ain't done witchu' yet."

He pulls away, rising to his feet in one fluid motion. His gloved hands slide into the pockets of his trench coat, and he saunters over to the side table, where a deck of cards lies waiting. He picks up the deck and begins to shuffle them with practiced ease, the cards fluttering between his fingers like a flock of birds taking flight.

Your gaze is transfixed by the hypnotic motion of his hands as he performs a series of intricate card tricks, each one more impressive than the last. You can't help but wonder how those same fingers could make you feel such exquisite pleasure.

When he finishes his display, he turns back to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Now, let's see what kinda hand fate has dealt us tonight," he says, dealing a single card onto the bed between you. It's the Ace of Spades.

"Hmm," he muses, tapping the card with a long, gloved finger. "Dis a very interestin' card. It represents both beginnings and endings, life and death... and in dis case, pleasure and pain."

A shiver runs down your spine as he says the last words, but you can't help feeling excited at the prospect of whatever he has in store for you next.

Gambit reaches out with his right hand, gently cupping your chin and tilting your head back. "I want you to keep your eyes on mine while I touch you," he commands softly. "Don' look away, no matter what happens. Can you do dat for me, ma chere?"

You swallow hard, conflicting emotions warring within you, but ultimately, you nod your agreement. Remy's gaze holds yours captive as he trails his left hand down your body, tracing lazy patterns across your skin with his fingertips.

Every time his gloved fingers brush against you, it sends a jolt of electricity through your entire being, making you quiver with anticipation. He takes his time, exploring every inch of your body, teasing you with featherlight touches that leave you aching for more.

Finally, he reaches the apex of your thighs, his fingers hovering just above your center. You can't help but moan as he begins to circle your clit, alternating between light, teasing touches and firmer, more insistent pressure.

Your eyes are locked on his, the intensity of his gaze matching the building heat within you. You feel yourself growing wetter with every passing second, desperate for release, but he doesn't seem to be in any hurry.

"Please," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "I need..."

Remy smirks, leaning in to kiss you deeply, his tongue probing your mouth as if searching for the secrets hidden there. He breaks the kiss abruptly, leaving you gasping for air. "Whatchu need, mon amie?" he asks innocently, resuming his torturous ministrations.

"I need you to fuck me," you blurt out, your inhibitions melting away under the weight of your desire. Remy raises an eyebrow, looking impressed by your boldness.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." He slips two fingers inside you, curling them forward to find that spot deep within that sends you careening over the edge once again. This time, he doesn't stop, pumping his fingers in and out of you relentlessly as you writhe beneath him, caught in the grip of another powerful orgasm.

As your tremors subside, Gambit pulls away, sucking on each of his fingers as he regards you with a self-satisfied smirk. "Dat was just the appetizer," he purrs, reaching for something behind him. When he brings his hand back into view, he's holding a length of silky, black rope. "Now, let's see what else we can get up to, shall we?"

Despite begging for Remy to fuck you, the man refused to give in to your pleadings, instead continuing to tantalize and tease you with his fingers. You cried out your frustration as you writhed on the bed, crashing against wave after wave of delicious agony.

Remy's handiwork left you barely able to catch your breath before he yanked on the rope, drawing taught against your sensitive skin. The rush of sensation sent your mind reeling, and you moaned in desperation, calling out for him to finish what he started.

"D'ya have any idea how beautiful you look right now, chere?" Remy whispered, his breath hot on your neck as he tightened the knot around your wrists. "All tied up and beggin' for Gambit's touch. Mon dieu, it drives me wild."

The ropes bit into your delicate skin, sending a tingle of pleasure-pain rippling through your body. Your senses were heightened, every nerve ending alive with expectation as you awaited his next move.

Remy stepped back, admiring his handiwork, a devilish grin splitting his features as he looked you up and down. "Y'know, Gambit has always been partial to a good ol' fashion game o' cat and mouse," he mused, circling the bed like a predator stalking its prey.

You shuddered as the realization hit you; You were the mouse, and Remy was the cat, ready to pounce when the moment was right.

"But Gambit thinks tonight, he'll be da mouse," he continued, shrugging off his trench coat and letting it fall to the floor. Next came his magenta armor underneath, revealing a simple, form-fitting black shirt that clung to his chiseled physique. Beneath the fabric, you could see the outline of his toned muscles, making your mouth water in anticipation.

As Remy completed his transformation, shedding his clothes and revealing the exquisite form hidden beneath, you felt your heart race, anticipation turning to desperation as you yearned for his touch once more.

"Look at'chu, so eager and anxious," he purred, crawling onto the bed and trailing a single finger down the curve of your spine. " Gambit can't decide if he should give you whatchu want or make you wait jus' a little bit longer."

You whimpered, arching your back to meet his touch, unsure if you could handle any more delay. Your entire body throbbed with desire, and even the lightest brush of his fingers sent shivers racing through you.

Remy laughed, the sound low and dangerous as he straddled your hips, his long, silky hair cascading over you like a dark curtain. "Oh, Gambit think he knows exactly whatchu need," he murmured, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "An' he'll give it to you... on one condition."

You turned your head, meeting his gaze with a mixture of need and fear, desperate to know what he wanted from you. Remy grinned again, his teeth flashing white in the dim light of the room. "I wan'chu to beg for it, chere."

You whimper in response, knowing that you'll do anything to satisfy him, to feel his touch once more. "Please, Remy," you moan, your voice shaky with need. "I need you inside me. I can't take it anymore."

His grin widens at your plea, and he traces a finger along the curve of your spine. "Good girl," he whispers. "But Gambit thinks we need to make things a little more... interestin'."

With a flick of his wrist, Remy conjures a deck of cards. He begins to shuffle them deftly, the sound of paper on paper filling the room. Your eyes track the movement of his fingers, transfixed by the skill on display.

"Now, here's da game," Remy says, holding up the deck. "Gambit's gonna deal out a poker hand. If you get a pair or better, Gambit'll give you whatchu been beggin' for all night."

Your heart races at the thought of being so close to satisfaction, yet still having to prove yourself. "And if I don't?" you ask, dreading the answer.

Remy laughs, a dark and dangerous sound. "Well, den I guess you'll jus' have to keep waitin'," he says, his eyes glinting with amusement.

You nod, knowing there's no other choice. Remy deals out five cards onto your stomach, their faces turned away from you. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

"Go on," Remy urges. "Flip em' over."

Slowly, you turn over the first card: the ace of spades. Your heart skips a beat – a good start. The second card is revealed: the king of hearts. Still in contention.

The third card is the queen of diamonds, followed by the jack of clubs. Four high cards - not bad. But it all hinges on the final card.

With shaking hands, you flip over the fifth card: the ten of hearts. A full house! You've done it!

"Ha!" Remy exclaims, looking genuinely surprised. "Impressive. I didn't think you had it in you."

He leans down, his lips inches from yours. "Alright, since you won fair and square, Gambit'll give you whatchu been askin' for."

Remy undoes the ropes around your wrists, watching with interest as you rub the feeling back into your hands.

Finally, he unties your ankles, and you stretch your legs, reveling in the newfound freedom. Remy stands back, admiring your naked form, his eyes roaming over every inch of your skin.

"Now that you're loose," he says, a hint of mischief in his voice, "it's time to see if you can really handle what I have to offer."

With that, he quickly strips off his clothes, revealing his toned and muscular physique. Your eyes are drawn to the bulge in his briefs, and you can't help but lick your lips in anticipation.

Remy steps closer, until he's standing right beside the bed. He slips his fingers into his hair, pulling it free from its tie, allowing the long locks to cascade down his back. "Grab onto Gambit's hair, ma chere" he commands, his voice low and rough.

You don't hesitate, reaching up and wrapping your fingers around his silky mane. The texture is unlike anything you've ever felt before, and the scent of him fills your nostrils, making your head spin. He's so sexy.

Remy smiles, clearly pleased with your enthusiasm. "Now, hold on tight," he says, positioning himself between your thighs.

With one swift motion, he thrusts his cock deep inside you, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You cry out in ecstasy, your fingers clenching even tighter around his hair as he begins to move, pumping in and out with increasing speed.

Each powerful thrust sends electric jolts of pleasure racing through your veins, and you can't help but moan and writhe beneath him, your body instinctively responding to his every move.

Remy's fingers find your clit, rubbing and teasing as he continues to fuck you with reckless abandon. The sensations are too much to bear, and you feel yourself building towards a powerful climax.

"Oh fuckkk!" You scream out, wrapping your legs around his waist and gripping his hair tight in your fists.

"That's it," Remy growls, his voice barely recognizable as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. "C'est ça chérie. Laisse-moi te sentir exploser autour de ma bite."

You know he's close. All that teasing had riled him up and you knew he wouldn't last inside of you too much longer. He rails you faster, sloppier, as he thrusts a few more times before you clench around him.

With a final powerful thrust, he sends you hurtling over the precipice, your body convulsing in the throes of an intense orgasm. Remy groans as he feels your inner walls clench around him, and with a few more quick strokes, he joins you in bliss, his release pouring deep inside you.

As you both lie there, spent and satiated, Remy's fingers lazily trace patterns on your skin. Despite the intense sexual encounter, you can't help but feel a sense of connection with him, a bond forged through shared pleasure.

For now, though, you're content to simply enjoy the afterglow, basking in the warmth of his touch and the knowledge that, for tonight at least, you got exactly what you desired.

#xmen #x men 97 #gambit #gambit x reader #remy lebeau #remy lebeau x reader #cera writes

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Masterlist 2

Emoji Guide

Dark themes = 🖤

Smut = ❤️

Find Masterlist 1 here

Marvel

-Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers and his 200 year old partner who he calls daddy (mild ❤️ mentions)

Steve Rogers and his 200 year old partner, ft Logan Howlett, threesome( ❤️)

Steve Rogers x male reader with a choking kink (mild ❤️)

-Moon knight

The moonboys with a male reader whos a stoic tall history teacher

The moonboys (mainly Steven) watching horror movies with alien male reader

The moonboys with a lover who has C-PTSD

The moonboys with omegaverse, with a beta reader.

Moonboys and Khonshu with a touch starved reader

Moonboys with a summer-like reader

-Namor/kukulkan

“Clipped wings” Part 1 Namor x mutant reader

-Eddie Brock(and venom)

Eddie and Venom with a ftm reader

-Andrew Garfield (tasm) Peter Parker

Peter Parker x deadpool male reader

-Logan Howlett/Wolverine

Logan x cyclops variant male reader, post deadpool 3

Logan x Gambit variant male reader, with daddy kink (mild ❤️)

Logan being desperate for male reader, ft some consensual somno❤️

Sub Logan being desperate for praise and affection

-Remy Lebeau/The Gambit

Remy Lebeau x sea monster mutant male reader

Remy Lebeau and his Cajun childhood sweetheart.

-Multiple

Logan and Wade having a brat off and sub bottoming for a cable variant male reader ❤️

Scott, Kurt, Remy, Bobby and Logan with a reader that likes to crochet

Spiderverse

-Miguel O’Hara

Miguel O’Hara scent/sweat smut drabble❤️

-Peter B Parker

Peter B Parker with a narcoleptic boyfriend

-Hobie Brown

Hobie Brown with a boyfriend whos a juggalo and a fellow spiderman

Hobie Brown sfw alphabet

Hobie Brown nsfw alphabet ❤️

Hobie Brown x deadpool male reader

Hobie brown x lead guitarist male reader

Hobie Brown x Male reader whos spiderman and the son of Miguel from another dimension

Hobie Brown x insecure male reader

-Pavitr Prabhakar

Pavitr Prabhakar sfw alphabet

-Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir

Spidernoir with a ftm reader

Spidernoir with a lover who keeps touching his web slit/spinnerette ❤️(a little bit)

-Ben Reilly

Ben Reilly is in spider heat and wants nothing more than for you to dominate him ❤️

-Multiple

Miles and Prowler Miles with a black cat reader whos in love with miles, and is dead in earth-42.

Relationship headcanons for Miles Morales, Miguel O'hara and Hobie Brown.

Platonic/parental headcanons for Peter B and Miguel with a spiderman male reader whos very protective

-Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne x male reader cuddling and edging, drabble ❤️

Bruce Wayne x male reader, meeting the family

-Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson x male reader whos a dancer and hero

Dick Grayson x powered male reader whos the son of oliver queen

Dick Grayson x clarks son reader, who are hopelessly in love.

Dick Grayson x Rogue doctor male reader

-Jason Todd

Jason having a depressive episode and the reader takes care of him, so he goes into subspace ❤️

Jason todd x older vigilante male reader, part two (little bit of ❤️)

Jason Todd x snobby rich male reader with brat taming ❤️

Jason Todd x ftm reader, going to pride, and Jason beating up a transphobe

Jason Todd x ftm reader, slow mornings with their two cats

-Tim Drake

Tim Drake x ftm reader, ft cuddling and homemade coffee

Tim Drake x flirty son of Trigon male reader, whos a sorcerer vigilante

Tim Drake x autistic male reader, where they mirror eachother, ft the batfams reaction to that

Being Tim Drakes boyfriend and his family is protective of him

Tim Drake x male reader, pulling all nighters and falling asleep

Tim Drake x older male reader

-Damian Wayne

Platonic Damian with a Alien reader who pretty much adopts him

-Wally West

Wally West with an autistic male reader

FTM Wally West x Male reader with Wally being eaten out drabble❤️

-Barry Allen

Barry Allen x cat burglar male reader

Barry Allen x alien male reader whos culture roughhouses

-Eobard Thawne

Eobard Thawne with a male reader whos just a normal guy.

-Roy Harper

Roy Harper with a villain male reader

-Clark Kent/Kal-el

Clark Kent being flirted with by a rich male reader, instead of reader flirting with Lois

Clark Kent with a kryptonian partner, featuring scent kink and kryptonian words ❤️

Clark Kent just needing a good cuddle after a long day

-Conner Kent/Kon-El

Conner Kent with a male reader, featuring kryptonian headcanons ❤️(a little)

Conner Kent with a male reader whos culture is similar to kryptonians and who purrs

Conner Kent with a male reader whos stoic around everyone, but cocky and smug with him

Conner Kent with a male reader whos a clone of plastic man.

-Hal Jordan

Hal Jordan x Red Lantern Czarnian male reader (slight ❤️)

Hal Jordan x male reader, with a scent/musk kink ❤️

-Guy Gardner

Guy Gardner relationship headcanons

Guy Gardner nsfw alphabet ❤️

Guy Gardner trying to top fellow lantern reader, but being dominated ❤️

Guy Gardner being put in subspace by his star sapphire lover, with sounding ❤️

-John Constantine

Constantine nsfw alphabet ❤️

Constantine with a male reader whos like Dean Winchester from Supernatural

Constantine x tattoo artist male reader (mild ❤️)

Constantine x Angel male reader

- Patrick “Eel” O’Brian

Patrick “Eel” O’Brian sfw alphabet

-Harvey Dent/Two-Face

Harvey Dent with a male reader who distracts him during work

Harvey Dent/Two-Face cuddle fluff

-Bane

Bane x FTM reader general headcanons

More Bane x FTM reader fluffy headcanons

-Minhkhoa Khan/Ghostmaker

Minhkhoa Khan relationship headcanons

-Multiple

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick part 2 🖤

Batboys with a villain reader who constantly flirts with them

DC characters and my personal headcanons for them (ethnicity, gender, etc)

Martian Headcanons

Kryptonian Headcanons

Dick grayson x Wally West x male reader

Platonic batfam with a kid reader whos a clone of jason, raised by the Joker

Platonic Batfam with a sick vigilante male reader who wont rest

Invincible

-Nolan Grayson/Omni-man

Nolan Grayson nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Mark Grayson/Invincible

Mark Grayson Yandere Alphabet 🖤

Mark Grayson nsfw Alphabet ❤️

Mark Grayson x constantine-like male reader

-Rex Sloan/Rex Splode

Rex x gcn ftm reader and defending them when they get misgendered

-The Immortal

The Immortal x immortal reader who isnt a hero

-Flaxan leader

Flaxan leader with an anti-hero male reader

-Damien Darkblood

Damien Darkblood x detective male reader, wholesome fluff

-Multiple

Nolan and Allen x small but strong ftm reader

Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x dark side leaning male reader

Anakin Skywalker x mandalorian reader with cockwarming ❤️

Anakin Skywalker flirting with the reader and making out

-Paz Vizsla

Paz Vizsla x sith male reader, ft Darth Revan and lots of headcanons

Paz Vizsla x ftm reader headcanons

-Din Djarin

Din Djarin adopting a foundling pantoran reader and being a father figure.

FTM Din Djarin getting eaten out in his pilot seat with his armor on ❤️

-Boba Fett

Boba Fett x male reader with gunplay❤️

The Boys

-Billy Butcher

Billy Butcher x male reader whos Homelanders brother

DomBot Billy Butcher x SubTop supe reader ❤️

-Homelander/John Gillman

Homelander x supe male reader whos much more powerful than him ❤️

Homelander dating a ftm reader

Homelander with a partner with self harm scars

-The Deep/Kevin Moskowitz

The Deep x male reader where he gets off just having his gills played with ❤️

-Multiple

A-Train, MM, Frenchie and Hughie as boyfriends, headcanons

Slashers

-Jason Voorhees

Jason with a male reader whos childhood friends who meet again years later

Jason Voorhees nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Chad Martin-Meeks

Chad with a male reader who grew up together and fell in love.

-Billy Lenz

Billy Lenz with somnophilia ❤️(🖤 cuz theres no explicit consent)

-Poly Ghostface

Billy and Stu with a male reader who has anger issues whos tired of being angry

Billy and Stu comforting their lover who has body dysmorphia

-Multiple

Norman, Patrick, Michael, Jason, Brahms, Billy and Stu with an S/O whos as crazy as them without realizing

One Piece

-Donquixote Doflamingo

Doflamingo with a lover whos shorter than him

Yandere Doflamingo with a male reader who gets stockholm syndrome ❤️(🖤 a bit, cuz yandere)

Doflamingo x young adult male reader with back pains

-Sir Crocodile

Ftm Sir Crocodile being fucked into submission by the reader ❤️

-Dracule Mihawk

FTM dracule mihawk x service top male reader ❤️

-Red Haired Shanks

Shanks x martial artist male reader whos love language is physical affection and words of affirmation

-Trafalgar D Water Law

Law being Bratty and being punished by a bigger Zoan fruit male reader ❤️

Law with a tall intimidating male reader who everyone thinks is the top (mild ❤️)

-Vinsmoke/Black Leg Sanji

Sanji being tied up and desperate to touch the reader ❤️

Reader spanking Sanji to let off some steam ❤️

-Roronoa Zoro

Reader punishing/spanking Zoro, but it ends up with them arguing, but making up❤️

-Edward “Whitebeard” Newgate

Whitebeard with a tall male reader whos never been shorter than anyone before ❤️

-Smoker the white hunter

Smoker SFW alphabet

-multiple

Roronoa Zoro and Portgas D Ace and sounding ❤️

Teen Wolf

-Jackson Whittmore

overall Jackson Whittmore nsfw headcanons ❤️

-Scott McCall

Bottom Scott McCall x kanima-werewolf male reader, ft some tailplay ❤️

Rick and Morty

-Rick Sanchez

Yandere Rick Prime headcanons 🖤

Ovetime

-Josiah Nguyen

Yandere Josiah headcanons 🖤

Call of Duty

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost being secretly married to Soaps brother

Ftm Ghost x male reader smut drabble ❤️

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Ftm Gaz x male reader, pussydrunk reader with overstim, drabble ❤️

-Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Dom rudy headcanons along with a few cute ones ❤️

-Phillip Graves

Graves with a male reader whos gone through a near death experience

Graves with a vampire boyfriend

-Multiple

141 with a male reader who wears a lot of dog tags

Poly Alerudy with a male reader whos childhood best friends and post lovers with Soap

Cod boys with a male reader who wears a mask and has a huge burn scar

Cod boys with a reader who repeats words or phrases they say

Poly alerudy with a short male reader

Alejandro and Graves with a reader who rubs their face against their stubble

Poly alerudy with a tall male reader who is basically a giant cat

Alejandro, Rudy, Graves and Soap with a reader whos create as copying noises

Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy, and König with a reader whos a famous volleyball player

Alejandro and Rudy with a mute s/o

141 with an autistic reader who makes noises, like meowing and hissing

Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Roach and Graves as pups with petplay❤️

Alejandro and Rudy taking care of their sick and hurt lover

Lookism

-Multiple

Lookism characters with a male reader who has a squishable chest and butt

Barbie (2023)

-Kenneth “Ken” Sean Carson

Ken x male reader drabble, where Ken gives the reader head and has a praise kink ❤️

Stereotypical Ken x Male reader x Pompadour Ken where they compete whos best ❤️

Baldurs Gate 3

-Astarion Ancunín

Astarion with a Bard Tiefling male reader, random headcanons

Fight Club

Jack/The Narrator

Jack x medical staff male reader (drabble, from jacks pov)

-multiple

Tyler Durden and Jack “The narrator” throuple relationship headcanons

Scott Pilgrim Takes off

-Todd Ingram

Helping Todd Ingram get over his crush on Wallace and it leads to make outs.

-Stephen Stills

Stephen Stills x male reader meeting in a club ❤️

My Hero Academia

-Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

Reformed Enji with a hero male reader whos very flirty when they are on patrol

-Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki being self-conscious about wearing lingerie (mild ❤️)

Omega Katsuki helping his ace Alpha partner through their rut

-Tomura Shigaraki

Pre-war Shigaraki with his lover whos vaguely based off Yaga from JJK and their relationship.

Jujutsu Kaisen

-Nanami Kento

Nanami giving dom/top reader aftercare (mild ❤️)

-Ryomen Sukuna

Chubby heian era/true form sukuna x chubby ftm reader, sweet and cuddly hc

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stargazerley · 6 months

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Any Worth While Man

X-Men '97 dropped it's first two episodes this week and, as a Romy (Remy/Rogue) shipper, I have thoughts. Obvious spoilers ahead so this is your warning.

Ok, there are a few scenes of note I want to talk about. First being Gambit's intro. It was great I love his design and voice and his sass remains intact. We see him making beignets, reminding us the man can cook, and that he says "Rogue always saves Gambit." Cocky sure but sweet.

Next is a scene in a club. Gambit and Rogue are watching from above and she laments the curse of her touch while he assures her "any worth while man would suffer your touch for a dance" before offering his hand. She takes it and it's just a sweet moment. (This is important for later.)

Our following scenes are...I don't like them. Anyway this scene doesn't have Gambit but instead Magneto. She appears to have history with him and the type is implied by Magneto (Erik) attempting to remove a glove. She shies away from this and for now he lets it go.

Rogue shows up later and removes her glove showing Erik can touch her but she still seems hesitant. Later we see her leave his office and Gambit has seen her and drops the Queen of Hearts he had in his hand. Later still he rebuffs Erik, clearly jealous/envious.

So the important thing here is that Rogue seems to be more open with Remy and Remy takes her comfort in mind. He didn't trie to take her hand but offered it. He didn't go where he wasn't invited. Erik appeared to invade her space, making her uncomfortable at first.

I think this is evidence for their relationship being more physical than anything else. Erik can give her what she's always wanted, the ability to touch without risk, but she doesn't have her heart open to him. Erik noticeably shelters his touch from hers (if the theory about him using his powers is true) while Gambit would suffer her touch.

All this to say, I think this is the perfect setup for a storyline about different types of love and expression of love. The scenes with Remy feel genuine and intimate while those with Erik just do not. This isn't to say Erik is using or manipulating her, I don't doubt he cares for her. I just don't think she cares for him the way she does Remy.

I don't know if any of that makes any sense but I needed to get it out.

#stargazerley #x men 97 #xmen romy #xmen spoilers #remy lebeau #gambit and rogue #trying to make sense of a plot that gives me the ick

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elitesheepi · 4 months

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Brief thoughts about Rogue's character in X Men 97 cause some things with her character are still bothering me. Bear with me on the structure of this, I'm thinking as a I type and my thoughts are very disjointed sometimes.

Spoilers for X Men 97

I don't know how to feel about Rogue tbh, and it sucks because she was one of my favorite characters. She still is, but I don't think the writers really did her story justice.

Now, I don't like the whole Magento-Rogue-Gambit love triangle. I just don't, it's weird, tacked on, and it feels shoved in considering it's supposed to be a continuation of the original series. And I watched the original TAS run so I have a strong enough reference point for how Rogue was original written. But I could forgive and accept it because it does highlight how desperate for physical contact Rogue is. And maybe it could've been a point of "make or break" for Rogue and Gambit's relationship as it makes Rogue answer the question "Which is better: a physical relationship with no connection or a strong, emotional relationship but without physical touch?"

I actually really feel for Rogue's character in that regard because being touch starved can be really traumatizing and I can get her being drunk on the feeling of finally being able to touch someone and not put them into a coma. What I feel iffy about her character is the whole dance scene in Episode 5. I don't mind her being conflicted about her feelings, but what's bothering me is that whole scene felt so unnecessarily cruel towards Gambit and just unnecessary in general.

In a previous scene, Rogue knows he basically manipulated her into being his Queen. She confronted him and was pissed, and yet an hour later she's all dressed up--wearing the exact same dress she wore on her first date with Gambit--had that entire dance and then kisses Magneto in front of all those people, basically solidifying that she's his queen in their eyes. Yes, afterwards she basically says "nevermind, love is actually deeper than skin." But it's like...what the point of all of that. Gambit already felt like she chose Magneto over him, so what was the point of that entire scene expect just to further dig the knife in the wound??

It just felt so cruel and Rogue really didn't need to do any of that, especially since she knew the game Magneto was playing with her. I get that she understood his vision for Genosha and shared it as it was a beautiful dream--but she knew he was playing her to be his Queen so why did she basically give him what he wanted while hurting Gambit at the same time for no reason? (I'm still miffed over that dress being worn too, like what was the reason?)

Then we get the death scene and it's really touching and I loved watching her have her Woman's wrath moment, but that whole dance scene was just kinda dancing over her character for me like a cloud.

I just keep going back to ask: what was the point of all that? If she's going to have that entire (near) murder spree, what was the point of having her do that charged dance and make out with Magneto if it was functionally going to be unacknowledged and almost glanced over?

Gambit dying believing Rogue chose Magneto over him is some good angst, but the way X Men 97 goes about it just kinda sours Rogue's character for me a bit and that sucks because her character was one of the strongest in 97.

And what still sucks is that they still keep trying to edge them Magneto and Rogue together even after all that (and again, he tried to manipulate her into being his Queen, I feel like that went unacknowledged).

I don't mind Rogue having other love interests--Remy had that one Assassins woman who loved him after all--I think what gets me is she's portrayed as going on this massive campaign for him, wore his jacket. calls him her man, and constantly referenced him in that finale episode...and yet was chill kissing another man in front of him and never planned on making them official. I feel like this would've all hit harder for me personally if she was just steps away from confessing or something before shit hit the fan in Genosha.

Someone argued she's probably filled with guilt over how things happened before he died and yeah I could see that, but I guess that lack of canon or her stating something in vein to that makes me go "huh...pretty strong emotions all of a sudden." It just feels like a lot for someone who was pretty noncommittal to him.

Maybe season 2 will have her acknowledging all of this in some way when faced with Gambit--come on we all know Deathbit is coming likeee--but ye.

Good show, weird writing decisions.

#also would have liked more moments of affection between her and gambit but that's just the romantic in me #they needed time for the Jean gray shit storm's stuff and the others but ye #sheep talks #x men 97 spoilers

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To think that Lenore Zann said in interview that in EP5 we'd finally seen how deep Rogue's love for Gambit is. Seriously, no. I couldn't even feel bad for Rogue in the end because I didn't believe in her love anymore.

I think the only way Rogue can be redeemed in my eyes a little if it will be revealed that all this stuff with Magneto was her trying her best to convince herself that she was right, that her relationship with Gambit was doomed from the start without physical contact and that she sincerely believed she could only be happy with someone she could touch. And only after that scene in the ballroom she realized how wrong she was and what was truly important. ("One last ride" explanation is definitely not acceptable for me). And, of course, she owes Gambit an apologize and a BIG confession (if he returns). Ideally, I would like to see how Rogue proves her worth to Gambit this time but we all know it won't happen.

Not gonna lie. This woman annoys the hell outta me. In a recent video she said that Rogue loves Remy… but also Magneto. Fucking seriously? She loves the old creep as any abused child loves their abuser. He fucking groomed her and that’s fine???

No, of course I didn’t feel bad for her. There’s no plausible and empathetic justification for her actions. I bet she’s playing the victim and feeling altruistic for playing the “queen role”. She should crawl and beg for Gambit’s forgiveness. But we know that’s never gonna happen. He’s going to forgive her (like Kurt said). She never suffers the consequences.

I think that’s the case, with her trying to convince herself, I mean. Yeah, “one last ride” explanation doesn’t cut it for me. However, as much as I hate this situation, I’ve watched the important scenes many times, and you can tell by her micro expressions that she was unsure from the start. But we definitely did not need that gross, almost sexual, dance scene. Disgusting and uncalled for. She was trying to put up a show? That’s fine, but going that far? Disgusting. Her needing to kiss the old creep again after years to know it didn’t feel right is weak. She knew she’d hurt Gambit even deeper. She knew he’d be there watching. I just don’t get it. That can’t be fixed.

Her apologizing to him is a no brainer. But I honestly don’t know how she can prove her love (😡) for him. I hate that his death is impelling her fucking arc. Regardless of what happens next, I bet we Gambit fans won’t be happy about it.

#gambit

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gladrial · 6 months

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The 90s X-Men cartoon was the beginning of my journey into fandoms. While I can point to earlier fandoms I was into as a child, I did not fully understand what that meant: what kind of rabbit holes I could dive into and communities I could be a part of until X-Men. It laid the foundation. So when I found out that they were going to do a continuation on the show, it may surprise you to know that I thought it was a bad idea.

At the time, the show was truly groundbreaking, with its continuing story that built over time and its focus on the characters’ interpersonal relationship. However, while I still enjoy watching it for nostalgia sake, I find its telenovela style very dated. The narrative often holds up, but the delivery does not.

I suspected this new season was going to give us some better animation and action sequences, but, being forced to keep within the style of its predecessor, wasn’t really going to work. It would be fun for nostalgia’s sake and some action-packed scenes, but nothing more.

And after watching the first episode, I felt it was exactly what I expected it would be. A lot of style, little substance. A lot of nostalgia, little new to build on. Many a ‘we did the thing you remember’ and ‘we said the line from the show.’ It was fine, but it didn’t particularly excite me.

That said, the second episode is absolute fire and left me yearning for more. Despite the melodrama, it somehow still worked for reasons I can’t quite explain. I would like to try my best to articulate what worked for me, what didn’t, and what I would like to see in the future.

Lots of spoilers ahead.

Positives:

- Getting to view the power levels of these characters as they were meant to be again has been such a treat. Live action can be held back in so many ways, be it time, money, or striving for something with more realism. But I prefer seeing the possibilities that often only animation can give us. Cyclops and Storm’s power sets both really stood out in these two episodes and it was a joy to behold.

- The action in general is much better obviously with the improvements we’ve seen in animation and the amount of backing this show has received.

- Jubilee’s dance sequence was oh so pretty.

- The look on Logan’s face when Jean went into labor was priceless.

- Storm, my queen, has gotten to shine in ways she hasn’t in the mainstream in years. In decades! And I’m not just referring to the ‘give them the forecast’ scene (which was epic), but every single scene she occupied. They showed her at her fiercest and her most vulnerable. They showed Storm the warrior and Storm the friend. “Do not think. Be silent, heed my commands and you shall survive.” - Yes queen. Whatever you say queen.

- Magneto! I love everything about every scene he is in. Yes, even those scenes. Especially those scenes, you cowards! (We’ll touch on that later. Pun intended.) I love how he’s striving to honor Xavier’s wishes while still clearly not being onboard and not even trying to hide it. He’s making the attempt, but not willing to let another man’s ideals compromise him as made poignant by the “Do not make me let you down” line, while he’s literally dangling his judges in the air. Perfection! Yes, this may all go sideways, but it will be on them if it does. Not him. He’s the most dangerous man in any room and not afraid to let you know it, even when he’s playing nice.

- The Rogue/Gambit/Magneto love triangle got me feeling feels! I saw a hint of something when Rogue defended Magneto’s presence to the chagrin of Gambit, but never thought they’d go as far with it as they did, especially in one episode. To everyone upset, I see you. I hear you. It’s going to be okay. We all know Rogue and Gambit are endgame. Calm down. Rogue doesn’t owe Remy anything (and vice versa). They are obviously very attracted to each other, but the relationship has purposefully been kept surface level by her. Rogue has set a precedent that she enjoys the flirtation, but has a history of shutting him down beyond that, so he’s kept to those rules. She does it to protect them both, not just physically, but emotionally. Then she gets the joy of helping her friend give birth to a child she’ll never conceive with a husband she believes she’ll never have…but back home there’s a man she has a history with. A man she respects. A man with charisma and charm. And it just so happens to literally be the only person she can touch. I do not blame the woman and neither should you. And Xmen has always been about the drama. Everyday, every way, all the time drama. If you don’t want drama, you’re watching the wrong show.

- Xmen has always been woke as hell. It’s kind of their whole deal. But it’s ever so nice that they don’t have to put on kid gloves while making their points anymore. To be fair, it was very progressive at the time, as much as it could have been. But I appreciate that they’ve upped the ante even more.

Negatives:

- Continuity is huge in this show, and since they insisted on continuing where it left off, you have to heed to that continuity. That means I shouldn’t see Angel in any pictures of the original Xmen (in this iteration), but that's a minor example compared to completely subverting the final episode. Xavier did not die and, while I might understand everyone acting as though he has in public for a variety of reasons, they continue to do so in private, which makes no sense. Additionally, Magneto was handed over the reins in the finale, so no one should be shocked that he’s there. Narratively it’s more dramatic, sure, but it’s not accurate for a show that has historically strived to keep continuity.

- The animation is better obviously, but not as good as it could be… Something looks off in a way that I can’t put my finger on, but I suspect that it has something to do with getting too modern with it would be too jarring from the original series.

- Cyclops fretting about leaving after losing Xavier makes sense. His uncertainty about who will lead in his absence does not. Storm is right there. She’s right there and the groundwork has been put in place for her to take on the role of leadership since season one. Instead, imagine the impact of Cyclops agreeing it was time to step back only for Storm to have been stripped of her powers and walk away, making him second guess whether he should stay.

- Look. I’m not sure why I have to say this, but even back in the 90s, a grown man going ‘NOT!’ was cringe as hell. It’s even more so now. Of all the callbacks, why that one? Bad joke then and bad joke now.

- I love that Magneto does something pragmatic for the Morlocks. His comments to the Xmen in regards to it would have been more than justified if not for the fact that they had been offered sanctuary at the mansion and declined it. Someone in the room should have brought that up.

- I respect Magneto handing himself over to authorities in a ‘I’ll play along’ sort of way. We all know if things didn’t go his way, he would have just turned the tables on them. To that end…I find it very hard to swallow that he’d voluntarily let them collar him. ‘Yes, yes, you may walk me around in your silly little handcuffs. I’ll play along. But I’ll be damned if I let you neuter me.’

- Granted this next one is a nit-pick, but…why didn’t they wait for Storm to get the mohawk until after she lost her powers? She first got the look after she’d been depowered in the comics as part of her learning to cope with the change. It gave her some feeling of control over something when she felt like she didn’t have control over anything. She lost her abilities in the second episode, so it’s not like they would have had to wait long. It’s a great look, don’t get me wrong, just feels like it could have added to the narrative more if they waited. (Update: I was incorrect about the order of events in the comics as pointed out in the replies. It’s a lot of lore to keep up with. Probably projected this narrative into my memory as a youngster. Apologies.)

What I’d like to see:

There’s one thing in particular that’s bugging me. I could probably write a book about why Wolverine is so beloved and, honestly, one of my favorite fictional characters. The 90s cartoon introduced me to him, but there was so much to explore beyond that. He’s one of the best studies in character development that I’ve ever had the pleasure to immerse myself in. This comes from having one person in control of your narrative for seventeen years, a luxury rarely found in the medium of comic books, but one he was fortunate enough to receive. We learn why he’s so guarded and little by little see his defenses being chipped away. Oh, maybe some of these people are okay. Oh, maybe I can call them friends. Oh, maybe they’re strong enough to protect themselves and I won’t lose this bunch like I’ve lost everything else. Oh, maybe I can call them family. Oh, maybe I’m good for something other than violence. Oh, maybe I can nurture this person. Oh, maybe I can help guide this man’s vision that I believe in so much because finally someone saw that I could be more. Oh, maybe I can be the one that carries on his mantle and passes his vision on to the next generation.

He is the best there is at what he does and, despite what he may believe, sometimes what he does is so goddamn beautiful.

I’m ready to see that Wolverine. I’m ready for the Wolverine in this show to grow up. I’m ready for him to get over the most boring woman in the room. Again, Storm’s right there! Or someone else. Or no one else. I honestly don’t care. Grow up. Stop constantly moping. Become more. It’s time. He deserves it. We deserve it. Give it to me. I want it.

#x men 97 #xmen #x men

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sun-snatcher · 1 month

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Say less bestie! Could we get a continuation of limbo losers club but like wade makes y/n trip and kind of falls into gambit’s arms or some cheesy stuff like that please and thank u 🙏🏼 ☺️ hope ur having a good day or night💜

♧ ⎯ CONTACT-HIGH

summ. You and Gambit become roommates. Wade can’t play Poker to save his life, but he can sure as hell play wingman. Kind of. pairing. Void!Gambit x f!Anomaly!reader , (established in #WELUCKYFEW) a/n. A drabble. Have a dash of world-building, domesticity, and more Cajun!

IT TAKES A WEEK to settle in your new home.

Will probably take alot more to break in the whole new-Universe thing, though.

Anyway. Vanessa is a Saint, is what you conclude along with Remy, once you discover she’s the one responsible for pulling at some close strings to find both of you an apartment for the time being.

Favours had been called. I’s dotted, t’s crossed; IOU’s are hashed out— that sort of thing.

Neither of you will fit at Wade’s space, she’d joked over the initial tour, Unless you’re fine with sharing a bed with him and Blind Al, ofcourse. In which case, by all means— I don’t judge.

So she’d thrown a housewarming party as the final cherry ontop. Something simple; something easing.

Acclimatising, if you will.

Sunday evening is already slowing down considerably, the bottle of vodka Laura brought over as a gift having buzzed you high enough to know you should probably avoid pouring yourself a subsequent cup.

(She’d apparently stolen it from Colossus’ collection. “I’m at Professor Xavier’s school, for now,” she’d explained. “It’s… nice. Been awhile since I’ve been around that many mutants.”)

Over a messy table of candies as make-shift chips, an informal game of Poker unravels to its end. Vanessa and you have already folded, taking to watching in amusement as Wade narrows his eyes suspiciously at the Cajun.

“…I bet that blink you just made is your tell. I don’t know, really; this is honestly just an elaborate excuse to stare at that beautiful face of yours—” he rambles, still staring comically for a shift in Remy’s calm mien. “No? Nothing? Damn. I’ll go All in, baby."

“I call,” huffs Logan, sliding his spill of jellybeans forward and sinking back into the sun faded cushions. He tosses down a Three-of-a-kind and a King-high. Decent.

“Full boat,” Wade declares, confidently setting his cards. “Pair of drag-Queens. Three Aces.”

Remy smiles.

…You know that look.

“Pauvre bête,” he coos, spreading out his winning hand almost lazily— Spades in stunning sequence; a Straight Flush. “D’you think Gambit was bluffin’, mes amis?” *

The table erupts in a half-defeated, half-impressed chorus of laughter.

Remy, unconsciously, glances your way.

The wind-chime ring of your laugh is probably the most intoxicating thing in this room. You look different, he thinks privately, eyeing the high slope of your brow; the hollow of your throat as you throw your head back.

You’re bubbly. Glowing. It isn’t the alcohol, no. This is… a flash of yourself before everything.

Not so laden with that forlorn, undersurface grief you always try to hide from him; Not so war-torn nor heartbroken from a moribund time.

It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.

“Lâche pas la patate, mon petit rouge,” Remy gathers his deck back along with his thoughts, self-soothing himself with a comforting shuffle of cards before he drifts any deeper into his head and haywires. “C’est la vie.” *

“Again, not a single word— Stray!” Wade protests, “He’s speaking Simlish again. And I swear he’s cheating. Party magician here probably has an extra card shoved down his pants somewhere.”

Logan snorts. “Did’ya really think you’d win a game against a dealer named Gambit, bub?”

“My friend Domino can. It’s a shame she conveniently disappeared after Deadpool 2 released.” Wade makes a sour face. “And I bet she doesn’t even know how to play Poker.”

Laura, atop a stool, downs the remains of her drink. “As far as I know, only Matt managed to win against him back when we were at the Void.”

Juice goes down the wrong pipe just as you stand, shakily, from your post on the loveseat. “Pause— Daredevil?” you choke out a laugh, “Isn’t he literally blind?”

“Mais, that was one time, chèr!” Remy overrides in light defiance. “He was canaille, he. Listened to my heartbeat as a tell, that couyon.” *

“Wow, Wade, someone who couldn’t even see his own cards beat Gambit before you. What’s your excuse?”

Laura cackles. He feigns a gasp. “That’s, like, totally ableist to my beloved roommate Blind Al. Blindness is a spectrum, you ass!”

“Actually very true. I apologise,” you yield, palms shooting up.

And then you’re stumbling your way through the couch-tangle of everyone’s legs, carefully stamping between spaces as your head swims decidedly between another drink or a trip to the bathroom. “Now, if you’ll excuse m—”

Miscalculation. You barely get the time to react. Wade had left his foot out and mistakenly tagged your ankle on a chaste side-step, and the next thing you know—

You trip.

Hard.

The world tilts on its axis as you stumble.

Someone—

Someone catches you by the forearm.

It’s Remy.

“Easy, chèr,” he steadies, a small laugh bubbling out of him; though it hadn’t been unkind. The sea-green shift in his watchful eyes brim with gentle concern, if anything.

“If y’wanted an excuse t’hold my hand, mais, y’coulda just axed me.”

Something in your chest skips; stutters; stumbles. That lightning-reflex has always been an attractive feat of his. And that annoyingly sharp, charming smile.

“...Y’alright? Casséd, chèr?” *

His accent rings twice as saccharine-sweet in your tipsy haze. “What?”

“Drunk,” he translates patiently, gently guiding you out the fray with an outstretched hand as you pass by.

Contact-high, Remy akins it, this wired strum up his spine. Your hot touch is just as, if not more, intoxicating than your sunburst laugh. He hopes to whatever God above that you don’t feel the current of his instinctual, hesitant, charge crawling underneath his skin.

Your nimble fingers slide away from his.

(Electricity. Static. You wonder if perhaps it’s from the wool of your sweater.)

“No,” you answer, honestly. After all, the sheer embarrassment alone had you sobering up in the space of a breath. You can feel your cheeks aflame as you clear your throat. “Not yet, atleast,” you try to joke, “But I’m good, guys. My bad.”

“My bad, actually,” Wade points out, sounding anything but apologetic. “Whoops.”

Vanessa bites back a laugh.

Couyon, Remy murmurs to him with a piercing look, once you’d finally gone out of sight.

There’s a flash of pink-purple in his eyes.

And then—

Something flicks the merc square in the chest, knocking the breath right out of his lungs.

“F—ucking hell,” Wade croaks.

“Did… did you just fracture my sternum with a beer cap?!”

*Cajun Footnotes:

Pauvre (ti) bête — Poor (little) thing Lâche pas la patate — Don’t give up/hang in there (Literally: don’t let go of the potato) C’est la vie — Such is life/That’s life Canaille — Mischievous/Wily Cassé — Drunk Couyon — Fool/Idiot Mes amis — My friends (Mon) petit rouge — (My) Little red Axe — Ask (Not a translation, more a pronunciation.)

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starrysamu · 4 years

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HI REMY YOU DID NOT INFORM ME THAT THR QUEENS GAMBIT HAD THOMAS BRODIE SANGSTER WEARING A COWBOY HAT IN IT I NEARLY CHOKED ON MY WRAP

PLEASE MISS MOO WHEN I SAY 16 YO ME WAS IN LOVE WITH THAT SKINNY WHITE BOY .....

GIRL I LIKE. LIKE. HOW DOES HE LOOK THE FUCKING SAME!!!!!! MAKE IT MAKE SENSE. BABY FAT AND ALL. okay but miss moo please i cannot deal w whatever p/rnstache thing he’s got going on like i really can’t stand it all .... i’m so upset about it i was really in love w that skinny boy

#I LOOOOOVE THOMAS BRODIE SANGSTER #NEWT IN MAZE RUNNER??#IT WAS DESTINY #PLEASE GIVE ME UR THOTS ON THE SHOW #moo !#remy cooks #remy watches the queen's gambit

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aimless-imagines-for-fun · 3 years

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Characters I Write For

Requests :: l i n k

If you’d like to make a request, here’s a list of characters I write for/feel comfortable writing for(like, I think I would do a good job getting their personality down).

If you don’t see a character you like on the list, just message me and I’ll try giving it a go at writing him. I’ve watched A LOT of movies and tv shows, not every single one is included in this list.

Updated : 6/23

ACTORS

(if an actor has 4 or more charcters I write for, he gets put under this list)

Cillian Murphy’s Characters

- Jonathan Crane (The Dark Knight Trilogy)

- Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders, seasons 1-4 watched)

- Josef Gabcik (Anthropoid, 2016)

- Chris (Free Fire, 2016)

Alexander Skarsgard’s Characters

- Eric Northman (True Blood, seasons 1-7 watched)

- Tarzan (Tarzan, 2016)

- Leo Briler (Mute, 2018)

- Terry Monroe (War On Everyone, 2016)

- Lukas Matsson(Sucession, only episodes with Alexander watched)

Chris Evans’ Characters

- Steve Rogers (MCU)

- Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out, 2019)

- Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort, 2019)

- Jake Jensen (The Losers, 2010)

Sebastain Stan’s Characters

- Bucky Barnes (MCU)

- Lee Bodecker (The Devil All The Time, 2020)

- Charles Blackwell (We Have Always Lived In The Castle, 2018)

- Jefferson (Once Upon A Time, season 1 & 2 watched)

Henry Cavill’s Characters

- Clark Kent (DCEU)

- Napoleon Solo (The Man From UNCLE, 2015)

- August Walker (Mission Impossible Fallout, 2018)

- Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher, season 1 & 2 watched)

Joel Kinnaman’s Characters

- Rick Flag (DCEU)

- Stephen Holder (The Killing, seasons 1-3 watched)

- Erik Heller (Hanna, season 1 watched)

- Takeshi Kovacs (Altered Carbon, season 1 & 2 watched)

Brad Pitt’s Characters

- Cliff Booth (Once Upon A Time... In Hollywood, 2019)

- Robert Charles ‘Rusty’ Ryan (Ocean’s Trilogy)

- Aldo Raine (Inglorious Basterds, 2009)

- Louis de Pointe du Lac (Interview With A Vampire, 1994)

- Ladybug (Bullet Train, 2022)

Charlie Hunnam’s Characters

- Jax Teller (Sons Of Anarchy, seasons 1-7 watched)

- William ‘Ironhead’ Miller (Triple Frontier, 2019)

- Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen, 2019)

- Arthur Pendragon (King Arthur: Legend Of The Sword, 2017)

DC COMICS

- Older/Adult Damian Wayne (Comics & Animated)

- Dick Greyson (Comics & Animated)

- Jason Todd (Comics & Animated)

- Conner Kent (Young Justice & 80′s/Animated Movie Universe)

- Ray Palmer (DC Legends Of Tomorrow, seasons 1-5 watched)

- John Constantine (Comics, Animated, & DC Legends Of Tomorrow, seasons 1-5 watched )

- Nate Heywood (DC Legends Of Tomorrow, seasons 1-5 watched )

- Behrad Tarazi (DC Legends Of Tomorrow, seasons 1-5 watched )

- Oliver Queen (Comics & Animated)

- Jonah Hex (Comics, Animated & DC Legends Of Tomorrow, seasons 1-5 watched)

- Arthur Curry (DCEU & Animated Movie Universe)

- Clark Kent (Cavill, Reeves, Wellings, Routh, Hoechlin, Animated &Comics)

- Rick Flag (DCEU)

- Jervis Tetch (Gotham, seasons 1-5 watched )

- Jonathan Crane (Dark Knight Trilogy & Gotham, seasons 1-5 watched )

- Terry McGinnis (Comics & Batman Beyond, seasons 1-3 watched)

MARVEL COMICS

- Bucky Barnes (MCU)

- Steve Rogers (MCU)

- Gambit/Remy Etienne LaBeau (Comics & Animated)

- Alex Summers (Animated & X-Men Movies)

- Peitro Maximoff (MCU)

- Peter Maximoff (X-Men Movies)

- Peter Parker (Garfield & Holland)

- Miguel O’Hara (Spiderverse)

- Thor (MCU)

- Loki (MCU)

- Helmut Zemo (MCU)

- Sam Wilson (MCU)

- Ikaris (MCU)

- Druig (MCU)

- Kingo (MCU)

- Shang-Chi (MCU)

- Wenwu (MCU)

- Kraven (MCU)

TV SHOWS

True Blood (seasons 1-7 watched)

- Eric Northman

- Sam Merlotte

- Jason Stackhouse

- Alcide Herveaux

The Alienist (season 1 & 2 watched)

- Laszlo Kreizler

- John Moore

- Marcus Isaacson

Supernatural (seasons 1-15 watched)

- Sam Winchester

- Dean Winchester

- Jack Kline

- Michael

Peaky Blinders (seasons 1-4 watched)

- Thomas Shelby

- Michael Grey

- Luca Changretta

- Bonnie Gold

Vikings (seasons 1-5 watched)

- Ragnar Lothbrok

- Rollo Lothbrok

- Bjorn Ironside

- Ivar The Boneless

- Harald Finehair

- Halfdan The Black

- King Alfred

- Prince Aethelred

Game Of Thrones (seasons 1-8 watched)

- Jon Snow

- Jamie Lannister

- Rob Stark

- Oberyn Martell

The Witcher (season 1 watched)

- Geralt of Rivia

- Jaskier

- Cahir

Merlin (seasons 1-5 watched)

- Merlin

- Arthur

- Gwaine

- Percival

OTHER SHOWS (fandoms with 2 or less characters I write) :

- Aidan Waite (Being Human US, seasons 1-4 watched)

- John Mitchell (Being Human UK, season 1 watched)

- Stefan Salvator (Vampire Diaries, seasons 1 & 2 watched)

- Damon Salvator (Vampire Diaries, seasons 1 & 2 watched)

- Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove, seasons 1-3 watched)

- Peter Rumaneck (Hemlock Grove, seasons 1-3 watched)

- Richie Gecko (From Dusk Till Dawn, seasons 1-3 watched)

- Seth Gecko (From Dusk Till Dawn, seasons 1-3 watched)

- Ezekiel ‘Ez’ Reyes (Mayans MC, seasons 1 & 2 watched)

- J Cody (Animal Kingdom, seasons 1-4 watched)

- Spencer Ried (Criminal Minds, seasons 1-15 watched)

- Will Graham (Hannibal, seasons 1-3 watched)

- Huck Finnigan (Ratched, season 1 watched)

- Billy Butcher (The Boys, season 1 & 2 watched)

- Kurt Wallander (Young Wallander, season 1 watched)

- Barry Berkman (Barry, season 1 & 2 watched)

- Richard Winters (Band Of Brothers, season 1 watched)

- Ronald Speirs (Band Of Brothers, season 1 watched)

- Djarin/Mandalorian (The Mandalorian, season 1 & 2 watched)

- Kit Walker (American Horror Story, seasons 1-8 watched)

- Michael Langdon (American Horror Story, seasons 1-8 watched)

- Bill Hickok (The Young Riders, seasons 1-3 watched)

- Buck Cross (The Young Riders, seasons 1-3 watched)

- Tom Hanson (Twenty One Jump Street, seasons 1-4 watched)

- Dennis Booker (Twenty One Jump Street, seasons 1-4 watched, & Booker, season 1 watched)

- Takeshi Kovacs (Anthony Mackie’s & Joel Kinnaman’s Portrayl : Altered Carbon, all seasons )

- Teddy Flood (Westworld, seasons 1 & 2)

- Hector Escaton (Westworld, seasons 1 & 2)

- Luke Roman (Surrealestate, season 1 watched)

- Michael Cutter (Law and Order, seasons 18, 19 & 20 watched)

- Cyrus Lupo (Law and Order, seasons 18, 19 & 20 watched)

- Angus MacGyver (MacGyver, 1985 & 2016 series completed)

MOVIES

Tarantinoverse

- Cliff Booth (Once Upon A Time... In Hollywood, 2019)

- Rick Dalton (Once Upon A Time... In Hollywood, 2019)

- Aldo Raine (Inglorious Basterds, 2009)

- Donny Donowitz (Inglorious Basterds, 2009)

- Hugo Stiglitz (Inglorious Basterds, 2009)

- Wilhelm Wicki (Inglorious Basterds, 2009)

Kingsman Serise

- Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin

- Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels

- Tequila

Twilight Saga

- Jasper Hale

- Caius Volturi

- Marcus Volturi

- Benjamin

- Seth Clearwater

Ocean’s Trilogy

- Danny Ocean

- Robert Charles ‘Rusty’ Ryan

- Linus Caldwell

OTHER MOVIES (fandoms with 2 or less characters I write) :

- Jareth (Labyrinth, 1986)

- Kandomere (Bright, 2017)

- Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview With A Vampire, 1994)

- Prince Caspian (Narnia Serise)

- Tommy Lee (The Dirt, 2019)

- Dick Best (Midway, 2019)

- Ben Miller (Triple Frontier, 2019)

- Arvin Russell (The Devil All The Time, 2020)

- Miles Tuck (Tuck Everlasting, 2002)

- Jan Kubis (Anthropoid, 2016)

- Carlos ‘Cougar’ Alvarez (The Losers, 2010)

- Duncan Vizla (Polar, 2019)

- Samson Posey (Dirty Dozen, 1967)

- Sir Galahad (King Arthur, 2004)

- Sir Tristian (King Arthur, 2004)

- Tangerine (Bullet Train, 2022)

- Walt De Ville (The Invitation, 2022)

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mypralaya · 4 years

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(I asked for Fanfic Friday suggestions, and @southern-belle-outcasts suggested Haven catsitting for Remy! I used @meretrixious’s cats, and I apologize if they were mischaracterized here!) Haven had not been Remy’s first choice to watch his cats. It was nothing against her, he trusted her with his child, but that was very fairly because children were her area of caretaking expertise. And just as fairly, cats were not. But a lot of other sitters fell through, and all Remy’s friends---the X-Men---were involved in same shit Remy was now, which had happened very fast, was very urgent, and was in outer space and he had to be there NOW and so did the rest of them. So he left this to her. Her, and the book of instructions he’d left her which filled up the first several pages (both sides!) of a journal he’d bought just for this. Some would people think Remy was weird or crazy as they leafed through this mini-manual. But Haven was impressed by the love and care he had for these creatures, and pored over it very seriously. She even texted him a few questions about certain points, and he replied, but soon enough he texted back saying he was going into space now. So now she was on her own if something was unclear. When she arrived at Remy’s apartment and let herself in with the key that had been delivered to her with the manual, she walked in and looked at the cats, who had appeared to peruse her. They were beautiful creatures, and the aptly named Duchess Short Stacks in particular was positively adorable despite meowing very loudly, intimidating Haven somewhat (she in fact just wanted acknowledgement, but Haven worried she was angry, afraid, or injured already) Allsorts, meanwhile, veritably ZOOMED to rub at her legs. “Hello all,” Haven greeted them aloud, “I know you can’t understand me, but I hope I can at least convey I mean you no harm.” She crouched down as she had seen daring people do with dogs---Haven was afraid of dogs, herself---and held out hand for felines to sniff and thus be familiar with her. She understood that was how it worked, and that was about as much as she understood at all. Haven knew lots about animals in the context of folklore and religion, their stories and what they represented in various cultures, but not about their actual behavior, biology, and care. Being the queen at reading poker faces she was, Spades could tell this woman was inept and needed to be supervised. So the moment Haven began walking through HER home, Spades began following with the air of a patrolling guard. Not sure what else to do for the cats til dinner time, she sat on the couch with a book she had brought. Allsorts, who had also followed, began headbumping her ankles. "Oh, hello,” she said, and asked aloud, as if he could answer, “Is this friendly?” Remy had left her a lot of instructions, but they were instructions specific to THESE cats. Not a guide on cats in general. So Haven did not know that headbutting was VERY friendly. She knew when they rubbed your legs, it was, but not about this. But she got the message soon enough, when he started purring, and she petted him. The purring intensified, and Haven exclaimed the obvious---”Oh, you’re purring!”--in surprised delight. Taking this as an invitation, Allsorts jumped on her lap, shoved her book aside, and began kneading. As someone who, again, knew so little of cats, this confused Haven as the headbutting had. But since it seemed just as friendly, she resumed petting him, and he seemed just as happy. Allsorts stayed there for quite sometime, then very randomly decided it was time for ZOOMIES and leaped from her lap on to the floor. Upon hitting it he immediately took off at breakneck speed, running back and forth through the whole flat. Haven was in fact prepared for this, though---Remy’s notes had said that Allsorts had a lot of energy, and that a good way to help him channel it was by playing with him. So she selected a cat toy from the ‘treasure chest’ nearby, sat down on the floor, and began just sort of shaking it around cluelessly.

The ever-aloof diva Duchess looked at her in disgust, but Spades sat by her side and meowed in a way that truly sounded instructive to Haven. As for Allsorts, he nyoomed back into the room and lunged with all his crackhead energy coming out, so much shocking Haven that she dropped the toy as it met its death under his tiny tri-color paws. “Oh goodness! you are a little tiger! I should have called Vyāghra if you had been mine.” She had no idea what that word happened to sound like in English. Remy, if he had been there, would probably have said Shaw would know. Then, Allsorts lunged for HER, and she drew back---only to realize a moment later that his target had been her bangles! He had been enticed by sounds and movement of the jewelry, and Haven laughed a little as she waved it just within reach of his paws. Spades gave a single approving meow. Duchess huffed and rubbed against the woman to remind her SHE was here too and DESERVED this attention, and received due pats from Haven’s free hand.

”Babies! Remy home!” Gambit called out when he at last returned. Allsorts raced to him, Duchess meowed for him to come to HER, and Spades acknowledged his return to her abode. ”Every’ting go alright?” he asked Haven. ”Oh yes, they were perfect,” she said, ”But, whenever you have a moment---some other day, I know you need much time to recover---I really do have a lot of questions about cats.”

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cera-writes · 4 months

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"Ma chère, you are mine." 🃏part 5

pairing: Remy "Gambit" LeBeau x F!Reader Tags: slow burn, angst, jealousy Remy never thought there'd be someone else besides Rogue who'd just waltz into his life, but there you were.

Days had passed. Threats were getting worse by the day as mutants and humans couldn't come to a middle ground. If Genosha had taught you anything, it was that mutants would never truly be free. Not here. Not on this earth.

The X-Mansion had been destroyed all in a matter of days too. Zombie sentinels had infiltrated the mansion, nearly killing anything they saw in their path. Luckily, you and Nightcrawler had teamed up and took down at least a room full by yourselves.

You had been trailing Rogue and Professor X that night as you walked the path towards the lake. You were in your own headspace, thinking of every event that had led you here to this moment. It seemed as things were only getting worse ever since Remy had brought you back from the dead.

You and Remy hadn't really spoken much since the day before, but you had managed to catch up with Kurt, whom you had greatly missed in the meantime, and had kicked ass during the times in between.

Just as you were kicking a pebble off the beaten path, the sky opened up. The planet's magnetic field hummed in response as flashes of lightning rained across the sky like chains. You stopped in your tracks, gazing up at the sight before you. It was Magneto. Shit.

The metallic whirring sliced through the air, shattering the tranquil serenity of the X-Mansion grounds. The aurora borealis cascaded around the sky amidst his grand entrance.. He was encased in his iconic helmet, his metallic form radiating an intimidating power.

A low gasp escaped your lips. You hadn't expected him to arrive with such dramatic flair. Below him, Rogue and Charles stood frozen, a tense conversation unfolding between them. You watched with bated breath.

The rest of the X-Men followed close behind you, making a beeline for Charles and Rogue. Remy and Kurt joined your side and the three of you ran towards the confrontation about to play out.

"Looks like the search came to us," Logan inquired, claws at the ready.

Xavier wheeled closer to Magneto, who was now standing on the pier.

"Please. Not this Magnus. Be reasonable." Charles pleaded, looking towards his old friend as if trying to reason with him.

Magneto crossed his arms, "I am not the one who needs to be reasoned with, Charles."

Charles frowned, "there is a large asteroid hovering over my home that begs otherwise."

"Your home?" Magneto nearly scoffed at his words.

Magneto started to levitate as if to gain power over Charles. "When you abandoned us for your Shi'ar Bird-Queen, you bequeathed it to me, asked me to walk your path."

A crackle of lightning flashed in the sky.

"Are you prepared to walk mine?"

Charles gestured around him. "Magnus, your path leads to total destruction for both humans and mutants. You must undo the damage you've done."

Magneto simply frowned in disagreement. "Will humanity undo Genosha?"

His gaze then flickered to yours. Your heart still ached for those that couldn't have been saved, no matter the sacrifice.

"Old friend, you should've seen it. It was just as you said that day in the bar., a promise realized."

You glanced over at Rogue, who had a look of sadness and perhaps even conflict brewing in her green eyes.

Charles spoke once more, "we have a plan to stop Bastion, but we must also repair Earth."

Magneto's eyes were closed in deep thought. "I promised a boy a future free of fear, only to watch his eyes be vaporized inside his tiny skull, because he believed in me," Magneto then flew slowly back down towards all of you, passed Charles, "in the dream you had me sell."

Then, he addressed each of you. "How many more of your bones will pave the way to Xavier's future, where we simper like beggars for tolerance?"

You felt a pang of guilt and sympathy, especially upon remembering the children that died senselessly on Genosha.

"Your professor's dream is dead. So I offer a new one."

Rogue looked up at him, as if contemplating his next words.

"A home to replace what they stole from us. A new Genosha. We have gotten here by walking this man's path. We are left but with two choices. Cling to this dying world, or rise to your future and look down upon this fallen pigsty planet."

Professor Xavier then spoke up again, "We are not gods, Magnus."

Magneto countered, "Gods abandon those who believe in them. Mutants do not. Decide... my X-Men."

What happened next really caught you off guard. Rogue. She was joining Magneto and you nearly reached for her but contemplated what Magneto was offering. He was right, in a way. Mutants would never co-exist peacefully with humans. A new Genosha sounded like paradise. But to let innocents die? You could see his reasoning, but you couldn't allow yourself that luxury. You wouldn't let anymore innocents suffer.

"Rogue, no!" Kurt protested, but Rogue was walking closer to magneto now.

"Chere! Whattaya doin'?" Remy reached out for her but she brushed him off.

"In genosha, I made a choice. To lead our kind to a new age. I stand by that choice." She admitted.

"Rogue, do not turn your back on family." Storm pleaded.

"You were gone, gal. None of you 'cept Kurt, Remy, and Eclipse were there the day Genosha fell. Hell, Eclipse even died to save more innocents from bein' killed in cold blood. I'm surprised you ain't joinin' the club sugah," she glanced at you with a look of sorrow and contempt. Your best friend was ready to leave and switch sides just like that. You almost couldn't believe it.

"Rogue, you can't just abandon the X-Men like this! Abandon us... abandon me," you pleaded, forcing back the lump in your throat.

"Sometimes, sacrifices are needed sugah. You oughta know." she answered before flying up to join Magneto's side.

"So who dies next professor? Jean? Ha. been there done that. Who knows where Bishop is? And hell, Morph was barely on the team for thirty minutes before we tossed them to the wolves. And Remy... I always thought maybe we had somethin' but some things just ain't meant to be," She glanced between you and Gambit and you felt sick. Utterly and distraught-fully sick at her words.

"Jubilee, Roberto... I will not see anymore mutants die."

Another crackle of lightning and thunder clashed ahead as if mixing with the onslaught of emotions flying around in the air.

"So...that's how it is then? What about what we talked about? I thought we came to an understanding. You're just gonna abandon us? Just like that?" You shook your head in disbelief, tears welling in your eyes.

"Some things are better off this way," Rogue answered, turning away from you. You glanced over at Remy who had just as much hurt behind his eyes as you did.

"Please don't do dis' chere." Remy pleaded.

Roberto was the next one to take a stand with Magneto and Rogue, equally catching you off guard. Jubilee, hurt, tried to stop him.

"My mom handed me over to the prime sentinels, Jubilee. They collared me, my own family. What's left here?"

You spared a glance at Jubes, who looked grief stricken at Roberto's words as he turned from her.

"Me..." she said barely above a whisper.

He flew up towards Magneto and Rogue, joining them.

"The offer was made. The door is open."

And with that, Magneto flew the three of them away, leaving the rest of you down on Earth.

The silence after Magneto's retreat was a physical thing, a thick, suffocating blanket snuffing out the vibrant life that had pulsed through the X-Mansion grounds mere moments ago.

Rogue's words echoed in your mind, a cruel melody replaying on a loop. Sacrifice. Some things are better off this way. Each phrase was a searing brand, a betrayal that left a raw, exposed nerve throbbing in its wake. You did what you had to to save everyone at the expense of your own life. But Rogue? She was being reckless.

Beside you, Remy remained rooted to the spot, his face an unreadable mask. You reached out, your hand hovering over his arm, unsure if a touch would offer solace or shatter the fragile shell of his emotions. Finally, Nightcrawler materialized beside you as the smell of brimstone invaded the air around you.

"Well, cher," Remy finally rasped, his voice rough with a barely concealed tremor, "that went about as well as tossing a snowball in the Sahara."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the sting of unshed tears burning your eyes. "Rogue..." you whispered, your voice barely a breath.

Remy let out a humorless scoff, "Always had a soft spot for the bad boys, didn't you, cher?"

His words were laced with a bitterness that stung, but you knew his pain mirrored your own. The anger was a simmering ember beneath the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment.

Nightcrawler, ever the optimist, squeezed your shoulder gently. "We'll get them back," he said, his voice firm despite the tremor in his hand. "We just need a plan."

The three of you trudged back to the X-Mansion, tailing the others who were either walking or flying ahead. Professor Xavier remained behind, lost in deep thought.

Remy kicked a pebble across the path, the crunch a jarring counterpoint to the oppressive silence. His jaw was clenched tight, a muscle flickering in his temple betraying the storm brewing beneath the surface. You ached to reach out, to offer comfort, but the words stuck in your throat, choked by the rising tide of your own anger and grief.

"Looks like the prodigal daughter's finally come home," Kurt muttered, his voice laced with a bitterness that surprised you. "Except this time, she's brought the wrecking crew with her."

You winced. Kurt, ever the optimist, the heart of the team, even he was tainted by the fallout. A wave of nausea washed over you, a physical manifestation of the fracturing you felt deep within the X-Men.

"It ain't all sunshine and rainbows with Magneto, cher, believe me," Remy finally growled, his voice a low rumble. "But hell if I understand what Rogue's thinkin'."

You wanted to scream, to rage against the injustice of it all. But the anger curdled within you, a bitter cocktail laced with a despair so profound it threatened to drag you under.

"Maybe she has a point," you choked out, the words scraping raw against your throat. "Maybe... maybe there is no future for mutants here."

Remy stopped short, his head snapping towards you. His eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now a storm of hurt and confusion. "Whatchu sayin', cher? You think we're jus' gonna give up? Give Magneto the win?"

You flinched under the intensity of his gaze. Giving up. Was that what you were doing? But the fight suddenly felt hollow, a pointless struggle against an ever-growing tide of hate.

"I don't know, Remy," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "I just... I just don't know what to believe anymore."

Kurt placed a hand on your shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort. "We'll figure it out, Meine Beste," he said, his voice gentle despite the tremor in it. "We always do."

But the usual conviction was missing from his words, replaced by a weary uncertainty that mirrored your own. As you continued your trek back to the X-Mansion, the once familiar building now loomed ahead, a stark symbol of the shattered dream within its walls. The future you'd fought for, the future you'd believed in, felt like a wisp of smoke, fading into the twilight sky.

Reaching the mansion doors, you paused, the weight of the decision before you pressing down on you. Step inside, and you'd face the wreckage of your team, the shattered trust, the gaping wound left by Rogue and Roberto's betrayal. But turn away, and what then? Was there even a future for mutants outside of Xavier's dream?

With a deep breath, you pushed open the doors, stepping back into the remnants of a fractured family, the weight of a thousand unspoken questions a heavy burden on your heart. The fight for a peaceful future wasn't over, but for the first time, you truly questioned if it could be won.

#xmen #x men 97 #remy lebeau #gambit #gambit x reader #remy lebeau x reader #cera writes #ma chere you are mine

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aftergloom · 4 years

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If you’re still doing the WIP folder ask (it’s been a hectic few weeks), I’d love to hear more about ’The Ante.’ I started reading it before I had the opportunity to see Evo and this was definitely the story that made me want to watch the show and find out more.

Whoooooo boy. Okay! Story time, then, because lord knows I haven’t touched Rogue/Gambit content in a good long while and nothing that’s been shown to the public in longer.

For context, the following statements are true:

- October is fandom old enough to have written under a different pseud back in the livejournal days. (No one has called me by that name in a very long time.) - The Ante was my first (very) successful fic written under that pseud, and still exists on ffnet with all the original comments in-tact - The Ante was always bigger than I was, and was always an unwieldy, meandering exercise in multiple POVs and multiple plot lines that, at the age I was and the skill level I was at when I was writing it, was too much for me to negotiate - It remains my greatest ambition, and my greatest personal failure, and my greatest endeavour (to this day) is to get past the mental hurdle that I’m (in)capable of finishing it, and finish it -- because if I can finish that story, I will have convinced myself that I am capable of writing literally fucking anything. - When I talk about this fic, it’s with the wistful nostalgia of someone who remembers their glory days. I feel like that asshole. Someone should be like, “Mom, stop talking about the fic that got away.”

Having said all that: The Ante was always intended to marry what we weren’t offered in X-Men Evo’s final missing season and 616 comic book canon. It was an answer to everything that led up to the photograph of all the kids at Xavier’s lined up in front of the mansion, repaired for the umpteenth time, with a few new additions to the roster including X23, Angel, Colossus, and Gambit who, if you recall, passed Rogue “his lucky lady” before rejoining good old Jean Luc and the Thieves Guild while she left to go home with the X-Men --

It was a love story: theirs and mine, fraught with all the distrust of thirty years of storytelling in Marvel canon where no two writers could agree on where they were meant to go as a couple, and me for my love of these two characters who started off on opposite sides.

I haven’t posted anything in chapters following the Mistigris section ever, so here’s a bit of Chapter XXXI “Down to the Felt” below the cut, because the revision is un-fun and ugly, and these words are recent:

Excerpted from The Ante, Ch. XXXI:

Her elbows hit the floor, and coughing on a sob, Rogue raked fingers into her hair — pulling at the roots to divert the pain a bit better — to remind her of the difference between the real and the relived.

Details of her surroundings fit together in an odd patchwork: a different carpet. Hardwood. Gloves straining over her knuckles. Her sweat-chilled tanktop sticking to her spine. The ache in her muscles as if she’d been seizing on the ground. Shaking with relief.

Was it over?

Her head hurt too, as if it were shifting to accomodate the stolen things in her mind; glimmers of coveted answers that jostled her own sense of who she is. Was. Who she might be becoming.

A fading image on her retinas: one last look into the swamp over her shoulder, catching his grin in the dim — the fire of those eyes buning so brightly before he turned away, a tightness in her chest at the goodbye, and the errant thought that she was pressing the Queen of Hearts too tightly to her chest as if it were —

“A talisman,” she breathed, squeezing her eyes shut.

Remy. Oh, Remy.

There wasn’t enough room for both of them in her mind, she thought, and that’s why it hurt so damned bad. For a second Rogue made a fist, wanting to hit something, but —

She heard him breathing, besides — that’s how she knew she was back in her own brain.

And superimposed on those last moments, Rogue understood something further:

He’d walked away thinking she was better off without him.

With shaking hands she wiped at her face, slipping the mask back on with trembling fingers — touching her features as if to assure herself that she’d returned, and that the weight of it all hadn’t broken her. Time lumbered forward, catching her up and leaving her raw with the knowledge that surely there was more to it: more than the blood on his hands and the guilt and the expectation that he could be so much more but there was no point in trying.

Looking up, Rogue’s heart gave a squeeze, finding him not three feet away, shoulders notched against the foot of her bed. Waiting. Empty handed. Without anything to offer more than he already had — which was everything, really.

Remy, naked to her with all his scars exposed, even though he was fully dressed. Rogue found she could read every regret etched into the downturn of his mouth.

Somewhere a grandfather clock ticked, measuring the moments as they crashed together while time restarted, the noise of Remy’s thoughts and memories a fading anthem —

Her heart hammered as if waking from restless dreams, those lingering remnants clinging to her like spiderweb, hinting at other things that were fading out the closer she rose to surfacing. One thing was certain: no one could survive that and not wake changed.

“Hey chere,” he said.

#dat ask #wip tag game #the ante #x-men: evolution #romy #rogue/gambit #old school #Rogue #Gambit #Anna Marie Darkholme #Piotr Rasputin #Warren Worthington #X23 #xme #x-men

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chellerbelles · 5 years

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Rogue/Gambit Fanworks week, Day 4: What Gambit Keeps in the Pockets of his Trenchcoat

FYI: This story takes place in the X-Men Evolution universe

Rogue straightened, Vertigo’s unconscious body on the ground before her. She caught her breath sharply and began running down the hallway.

“Rogue!” Jean called after her. “Where are you going? We have to stay—”

Rogue turned the corner, continued running down the hall, made a left, and finally stopped outside of a door, which she opened using Vertigo’s code. She stepped inside.

Hanging from the ceiling in an excessive number of chains, and stripped down to his underwear, was Gambit.

“Why Roguey, isn’t this a nice surprise?” Gambit greeted her.

“Huh,” Rogue said as she looked him over. “And here everyone was thinking you were working for Sinister.”

“Everyone?” Gambit asked pointedly.

“Well,” Rogue gave him a coy smile, “everyone except me. I’m guessing Sinister doesn’t trust you.”

“I can’t imagine why he would think I was at all untrustworthy,” Gambit replied. “Soooo, whatcha say you get me down? I think I’m starting to lose feeling in my arm…” He looked over at his left arm and flexed his fingers.

“I think I could manage something.”

Rogue looked around the room. It was little more than a cell. There was a camera in one corner, but Rogue knew Kitty had already disabled base security so the camera was recording exactly nothing right now. Rogue frowned and tugged at Veritgo’s mind, which was still fresh.

“Hmm…” Rogue said thoughtfully. “Your stuff is just next door. I’ll be right back.”

“I already miss you,” Gambit called after her.

Rogue chuckled to herself. She let herself into the nearby storage room, where a box simply labelled “Gambit” had been temporally stashed. She lifted the lid and peeked inside, but everything was still as Vertigo remembered it. Rogue grabbed the box, and his staff which was leaning on a wall nearby, and headed back to Gambit cell.

“Now, let me see,” Rogue said as she set the staff against the wall. “I’m sure that you’ve got multiple sets of lockpicks in here.”

“Whatever makes you think that?” Gambit asked mischievously as Rogue sat on the floor and opened up the box once more.

“What do you think?”

Rogue started pulling things out of the box. Half a dozen decks of cards, one half empty; nail clippers.

“Talcum powder?” Rogue asked, and held up the small container for him to see.

“Did they go through the pockets on my coat?” Gambit frowned.

“Yep. What’s this for?”

“Stopping my cards from getting sticky,” he replied, “you know, from the oils on your skin.”

Rogue looked at him, and then set the powder by the mostly-new playing cards. “I find it very hard to believe that any deck of cards stays in your hands long enough to get sticky.”

Gambit grinned wickedly at her. “There might be other, say we say, professional reasons why I keep that on me.”

“Now that I can believe,” Rogue replied.

Out came a set of weighted dice, his phone, a packet of gum, and a palm-sized mirror. Rogue held the mirror up.

“I always suspected you were a narcissist,” she said teasingly.

“How else am I supposed to make sure I look gorgeous before entering a room?” Gambit replied with a smirk.

Rogue gave him a long look and shook her head. “This is a thief thing too, isn’t it?”

Gambit chuckled as she set the phone aside. “Mayyyybe.”

“Uh huh.” Rogue pulled out a bottle of oil, partially wrapped in a cloth.

“My lockpicks cannot possibly be that deeply buried. I have at least seven sets on me at all times.”

Rogue removed a small bottle of graphite. “Better make that eight and start keeping one in your underwear.”

“Good idea.”

Rogue glanced up at him as she set aside a small ball of rubber bands. “Of course you would take that seriously.”

“I’ve been chained to a wall.”

Rogue gestured towards him with a slim jim. “If you had any in your underwear right now, you wouldn’t be able to reach them.”

“No,” Gambit replied slyly, “but you would.”

“Touche.”

She pulled out a cable crimper, a pair of pliers, tweezers, and a bottle of clear nail polish before she finally found not just one, but three sets of lockpicks.

“Ah ha!” Rogue stood, lockpicks in hand, and looked up at Gambit hanging from the ceiling. “Right, so, how are we doing this? Do I need to absorb you and pick the locks myself?”

“Nah. There’s a notch on the end of my staff. Just hook the lockpicks on that and lift them up to my mouth,” Gambit replied cheerfully.

Rogue grabbed his staff and spotted the notch. She hooked the lockpicks on and then looked up.

“Wait, what lock are you going to be unpicking?” she asked with a frown. “There’s nothing in reach.”

“This one,” Gambit said, and gestured with his head towards a lock that was just to the left of behind his head.

“How? You can’t turn around.”

“I can turn around enough. Just pass me the lockpicks. I wasn’t kidding about losing feeling in my arm.”

“Alright,” Rogue replied dubiously.

She lifted the staff and held it carefully in place. Gambit snagged the lockpicks with this teeth, and after taking a moment to move them around, twisted himself around to attack the lock.

“Oh hell!” Rogue exclaimed. “No! No one should be able to contort themselves like that. It’s just wrong.”

She turned around in complete refusal to watch any more, and looked back at the box. She started pulling out his clothes, all but his belt and boots had been cut open in various places, no doubt to get at hidden pockets. As she shook the clothes out, other items were dislodged, which she put back into the box (along with the other bits and pieces she’d taken out in her search). She found the rest of his lockpicks, most of them singular; a screwdriver with multiple heads; a pen; and electrical tape.

“Ooh, condoms,” Rogue said as she picked them up off the ground. “Good to know you’re fully prepared for our next date.”

The chains rattled and Rogue reluctantly looked up to see Gambit wriggling himself free of several layers of chains. He passed the lock picks along to his right hand, and started work on the next lock.

“I won’t be caught off guard again,” Gambit replied. “Although, it was fun breaking into Scott’s room.”

“I thought you said it was easy?”

“It was. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t still fun.”

And with another rattle of chains, Gambit dropped to the ground. He stretched and wriggled his arms and legs.

“Ah,” he said. “Much better.”

As he began to get dressed, Rogue looked around for anything she might have missed. She turned, and saw that a small white jewellery box had fallen behind her. She grabbed it.

“Who’d ya steal this from?” she asked as she opened the box.

Inside was a ring. A heart shaped ruby, surrounded by smaller diamonds, and set in a white gold band. She started at it. Her mind raced: Was this what it looked like? Was it meant for her? Did her original thought still apply and this was just something he stole from someone else? Were both options true?

Gambit dropped his tattered coat into the box, interupting her chain of thought. “Gonna have to fix that before I can be seen wearing it again.” He grinned at Rogue, who continued to look at the ring. “Thanks for getting me out of a jam.”

Rogue’s head jerked up. “Oh, um, sure, any time, sugar.”

He smiled faintly at her. “You should read the inscription.”

Rogue gave him a long, searching gaze, and then slowly pulled the ring out of the box. Inside it said “Queen of Hearts.”

“Is… is this…” she stammered.

“Yes,” Gambit replied as he lifted the box of his gear. “But I’m not going to pop the question in one of Sinister’s lairs.”

Rogue smiled shyly at at him. “It’s not very romantic, is it?”

They heard the sound of multiple footsteps coming towards them and tensed up. A moment later they heard Logan say “she went this way.”

Gambit looked back at Rogue. “Not in the slightest.”

The door burst open. Rogue snapped shut the jewellery box and dropped it in Gambit’s box of stuff just as Logan stepped in. Scott and Jean were close behind him.

“Rogue what are you…” Logan stopped and looked at Gambit, then at the chains behind him. He narrowed his eyes. “You.”

“When I absorbed Vertigo, I found out they’d taken Remy prisoner,” Rogue explained, then took Gambit’s hand in hers, and smiled at him, knowing he would feel the ring on her finger. “I wasn’t about to leave you behind. Ever.”

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the--sad--hatter · 6 years

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Name Calling (28)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION - In which the ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on how much you would enjoy it.

Current Word Count - 79,652

Chapter Twenty Eight - An Old Friend

** Italics are memories/flashbacks.**

You had hung up on Tony after his revelation. What were you supposed to say to him? You were too shocked to know how to deal with the information. You had told them to take your memories and lie to you about it? You felt a deep stab of self loathing at your cowardice, having the memories taken away instead of dealing with them. You were rudely snapped out of your thinking by Deadpool repeatedly hitting you on the shoulder.

“It’s happening!” Wade shrieked and started running around like a headless chicken before he hurried to stand next to you and leaned against the wall in the most uncasual attempt at a casual position you had ever seen.

You looked up to watch the crowd of people coming down the hall towards you. The first person you noticed was the white haired woman who walked with the confidence and grace of a queen. The traditionally handsome brunette man next to her had some kind of visor covering his eyes and his hand was linked with a strikingly beautiful red head. In the centre of the crowd was an older bald gentleman in a fancy wheelchair, his eyes held wisdom and his smile was kind.

As they approached it was the fifth member of the group who your attention was focused on though. The imposing wild looking man was making the hairs on the back of your neck shiver and your hackles raised. You had an almost instinctual reaction to him and it wasn’t a good one. Especially when he leant over and took a deep whiff of your hair.

“Did… did you just sniff me?” You asked uncomfortably and shuffled away from him, opting to hide behind Wade.

“Do you want to sniff me?” Wade asked Logan hopefully.

“Logan?” The professor asked.

“I thought she smelled familiar. Smelled a bit like someone I used to know.” Logan explained.

“Interesting. I apologise for Logan Miss Stark, he didn’t mean to startle you. He has an almost uncanny sense of smell and something about your scent appears to have caught his interest.” The Professor apologised.

“So do I but I don’t go around sniffing people. You know why? Because it’s rude.” You reprimanded Logan.

“I’ll try to watch my manners in future Princess.” Logan snarled sarcastically and you knew he would do anything but.

“Miss Stark I am Professor Charles Xavier, I’m glad to finally have the chance to meet you. This is Jean Grey, Scot Summers and Ororo Munroe. Though you may know the former two better as Cyclops and Storm. This of course is Logan, or Wolverine.”

Wade unceremoniously shoved you out of the way so he could take the Professor's hand and shake it enthusiastically.

“I have waited so long for this moment, you don’t even want to know the things I had to do for the author to make it happen.” He said with a shudder.

You rolled your eyes at him and turned to Professor Xavier.

“It’s nice to meet you Professor. I owe you and the X-Men a long overdue debt of gratitude for the part you all played in taking down the facility I was being held in.”

“Miss Stark are you unaware of how the X-Men came to find the facility?” Storm asked you with a frown.

“Uh, actually I don’t know the exact details.” You admitted.

“I sent them there my darling.” Someone said as he came down the corridor. A very familiar someone.

“We have a new acquisition for you to play with today Vernichtung.” One of the guards taunted you as you were dragged from your cell at gunpoint.

You were shoved unceremoniously into the training room or as the guards called it ‘The Battledome’.

The door on the opposite side of the room opened and a man was dragged in.

“Put this one through his paces little monster, or we will.” A guard said as she shoved him towards you.

There was a clanging sound as the doors were locked from the outside and the man looked up, his eyes locking on you.

“Remy?” You asked, hardly daring to believe it.

He grinned charmingly at you and you sprinted down the hall and threw your arms around him.

“Wait, there was no foreshadowing this! How do you know Gambit?” Wade demanded.

Remy smiled jovially as he embraced you.

“Ah but the lady and I go back a long ways, do we not?” He said.

“I had no idea you survived Remy. You sent the X-Men?”

“I had a debt to repay, let it never be said Remy Lebeau does not pay his debts hmm?”

“Alright Remy Lannister you might have seen her first but I seen her more. As in more of her. I sneaked a peek when we were doing our makeover montage.” Wade said shamelessly.

“I knew it!”

“Ah but Wade, the lady and I are bonded by something that runs far deeper than your mere infatuation.” Remy insisted.

“We have to fight, it will be easier if you just submit.” You told the man.

“Ma cherie, to submit is not in my nature. Though for a woman as sublime as you I could have made an exception if it were not for the circumstances.”

“If you don’t submit, they will find a way to make you. You’ll bend or you’ll break. They don’t care which.”

“Or I will escape, Remy is good at that.”

“Remy? That’s your name?”

“My apologies, I should have introduced myself sooner. Remy Lebeau, at your service.”

“I am sorry Remy.” You said, and you truly were.

But you attacked regardless.

“I am not infatuated!” Wade said indignantly.

“You stole me out of government custody because footage of me killing people gave you a boner.” You deadpanned.

“Sounds like you alright Wade.” Logan huffed.

“I’m glad you finally have the chance to be reunited.” The professor smiled at you and Remy.

“I always thought you had died, or hoped if you weren’t dead you had forgotten about that horrible place.” You said to Remy.

Day after day they pitted you against Remy, making you fight until one or both of you were bleeding.

“Remy could leave, if you would help him.” He whispered to you as he tried to pin your arms.

“There is no escape, not from this place. There is no hope.” You said under your breath.

“Remy simply refuses to believe that. Help him and Remy will show you.”

You could not escape but you were Vernichtung, they would never let you go. If Remy tried they would just kill him but that was a kinder fate than the one that was waiting for him. There was also the very slimmest of chances he would actually get away. Either way, his best chance would be outside of these walls.”

“Take a hit, go down. When the guards come in I will take them out, that will be your only chance.” You told him quietly.

“Remy will take it.”

“He didn’t forget. He told us of the facility, where it was and the mutants being held there.” Professor Xavier informed you.

“Thank you.” You told Remy earnestly.

“You don’t owe the X-Men a thanks for taking it down, if it weren’t for you we might never have known about it.” Storm told you.

You were slightly taken aback. In all the time since you had been away from that place you hadn’t realized you had been partially responsible for your own freedom. All because of one act of kindness for the man stood next to you.

“Perhaps you and I could retire to my study to discuss your impromptu but not unwelcome visit Miss Stark.” The professor suggested.

“Yes, thank you professor. I’ll see you soon Remy, Wade… Behave, at least a little?” You begged.

As you followed the professor you knew Wade wouldn’t listen, but hey at least you’d tried. You were led to a cosy, elegant study and took the proffered seat.

“Do I really need to tell you why I’m here Professor?” You asked.

“Our friend Wade led you to believe I can help you uncover your memories.”

“The way you said that sounds like he was wrong.” You said dejectedly.

“It depends Miss Stark. Miss Maximoff was the one to hide your memories and while I could uncover them it would be easier if she were to do it. However I believe I can assist her to make the process smoother for you. The buried memories contain quite a bit of trauma. Which leads me to ask, are you sure you want to recover them?”

“I’m sure. They’re mine and I need them. What I did isn’t something I can hide from.”

“You can, but you don’t think you deserve to.”

“There’s no hiding anything from you I guess.” You sighed.

“No, there is not unfortunately. I commend you for wanting the memories back though. Hiding from oneself is never a wise plan.”

“So if I can get Wanda here, you’ll help me?” You confirmed.

“I will certainly try but the mind is a complex thing and I make no promises.”

“Trying is more than enough Professor.”

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“So let me be real clear about this, you know where she is but you won’t tell us and you’re not going after her?” Sam clarified with an irritated look.

“Yeah Icarus, I’m giving her space because the alternative is pushing her away.” Tony snapped.

“As long as you’re sure she’s safe man. That girl has a gift for getting in trouble.” Sam sighed.

“You don’t have to tell me. I could handle it if she was trashing sports cars or sleeping her way down the eastern seaboard but she keeps getting in trouble while trying to do the right thing.” Tony bemoaned.

“Wonder where she gets that from?” Sam said sarcastically.

“Are you implying I try to do good? I am offended Wilson, very offended.”

“All I’m saying is we’re lucky she hasn’t created a killer robot yet.”

“Boss, Miss Maximoff wants you to know she has received a call from Professor Charles Xavier asking her to go to his school so she can help him recover Miss Starks lost memories.” Friday announced.

“She’s with the X-Men? I thought you said they couldn’t break her out?” Sam demanded.

“They didn’t. It was someone much, much worse.” Tony admitted with a sigh.

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“WADE!” Someone yelled angrily as you walked down the hallway to find the man in question.

Deadpool came flying out of a doorway and crashed into a wall. You rushed to him in a panic and were horrified to see three puncture wounds on his chest. You whirled round to see Logan standing with three metal claws protruding from his knuckles and you snarled, assuming a protective stance over Wade.

“Back down Princess, he had it coming” Logan snarled back at you.

“He’s ok, look.” Storm urged.

You glanced back at Wade, who was leaning casually in a provocative position on the floor and waving at you.

“Never knew you cared Peaches.” He giggled.

“Healing mutation. Wade is very hard to kill.” Jean told you with a kind smile.

“My mother had the same mutation.” You said with a hint of wonder.

Saying it out loud caused something to click into place in your head and your eyes went wide at the realization.

“I think I know how I survived being shot in the chest. I have multiple mutant strains and they’re all cut off from me, only accessible by Vernichtung. What if healing is one of those mutations? What if it’s the only mutation this isn’t synthetic?” You asked, though you weren’t sure who you were asking.

“Didn’t you blast those aliens without accessing the veiny black eyed demoness?” Wade pointed out.

“It’s not the only mutation you’re accessing.” Logan said gruffly.

“Beg your pardon?” You said.

Instead of answering Logan opted to take an intimidating stance and growl at you. Without thinking you growled back.

“You have animal characteristics. Sensed them the second I walked in.” Logan said.

“Do you exhibit any typically animal like behaviour?” Jean enquired.

You opened your mouth to rebut the accusations but paused. There was a reason Tony called you Kit Kat and Natasha called you Kotonok. Even as far back as the church you would leap through the rafters and prowl about. You were incredibly affectionate with people you cared for and standoffish with those you didn’t. You growled at people when you were displeased and your sense of smell and hearing were a little better than Steve and Bucky’s. It was more than possible Logan was right, it actually made a lot of sense.

“I might have a few things in common with… cats.” You admitted.

“Feline animalistic mutation.”

“Partially repressed, but it’s bleeding through. Hate to break it to you princess, but the damn is starting to leak.” Logan informed you.

And just when you thought the bad news was done. Was this bad news though?

“What does this mean? Is Vernichtung fading or is it getting stronger?” You wondered out loud.

“Don’t ask me, I’m not one of the sciencey types.” Logan huffed and walked away.

“I understand your father wanted to keep you away from the school, understandably. He wanted to keep you away from a testing environment, however maybe you could benefit from spending some time here occasionally.” Jean suggested.

“We could help you figure out the answers to some of your questions and if your mutations are surfacing we could help you learn to control them. You don’t need to make any decisions straight away.” Storm assured you.

“Is nobody going to pay attention to my very sexy posing going on down here?” Wade demanded.

“No”

You, Jean and Storm said in unison.

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Logan knocked on the door of the professors study and leaned on the doorframe.

“You didn’t tell her.” Logan said.

“That we suspect we know the identity of her biological father? No, I didn’t.” The Professor sighed.

“Think it’s a good idea to keep that from her?”

“After all that poor girl has endured, I think it would be kinder to keep it from her. She has found peace with Tony Stark, telling her anything could just cause her further upset. Perhaps one day she will be ready to hear it. However it is not my decision Logan, it is yours. And you have to be certain before you say anything.”

“She has the mutation and I can smell it on her. I’m sure.” Logan said heavily, sitting down on a chair.

“What are you going to do Logan?”

“I don’t know Chuck.”

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Lots of spanners being thrown in this chapter. What are we thinking of them?

The Avengers return in the next chapter... Which means they'll meet the X-men. And Bucky will meet Wade Wilson and Remy... Muhahahahahaha.

I'm still planning a sequel but I'm wondering if this fic will ever end tbh, I think I'll be posting chapters every day for the rest of my life! Probably after, depends on if any of you are good with an Ouija board.

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X-Children I Created

HUNTER

Hunter is the child of Logan and Emma “White Queen” Frost.

Hunter has his father's heightened senses and regenerative powers & his mother's diamond skin. Sinister also augmented the diamond skin gene, so Hunter can not only create a diamond skin over his whole body, but he can also create a diamond skin over parts of his body at will, such as creating diamond claws (diamond skin only over his nails). He can also create diamond projectiles.

PAROXYSM

Jeanne Marie is the child of Lorna “Polaris” Dane and “Remy “Gambit” LeBeau. She is known as Paroxysm. She has her father’s hypnotic charm that allows her to exert a subtle influence over any sentient mind. This power allows Paroxysm to compel others to believe what she says and agree with anything she suggests. She also has her father’s mutant ability to tap into the potential energy contained within an object and transform it into kinetic energy upon touching it. She has her mother’s ability to manipulate magnetism. Paroxysm is able to combine her abilities to cause living beings to explode. She learned that one day when one of Sinister’s minions tried to rape her.

ANBU

Hikari [ (光) Feminine form of Japanese unisex Hikaru, meaning "radiance."] Ashida is the daughter of Noriko “Surge” Ashida and Shatterstar. In the Post M-Pox/X-Haven world, the two formed a close bond while living in X-Haven and working as members of Storm’s X-Men. One day, Noriko approached Shatterstar and Rictor about how she wanted to be a mother and wanted Shatterstar to be the father. She told Rictor that the consent to be the father was a decision for him and his partner to discuss and decide, and, if the decision was yes, she let both men be part of the child’s life. A week after Surge approached the couple, Rictor told her their answer: yes. Two weeks later, Rictor was sent off on an undercover assignment that lasted over a year. In Rictor’s absence, Shatterstar depended on Surge for emotional support. Surge kept things on a friendly level between the two of them, until they returned from a mission where half their team was severely wounded and they almost died while saving the others. When they returned to X-Haven, that night they made need. They needed to feel alive and remember what being alive meant. Shatterstar and Surge never mentioned that night to Rictor when he returned. He just knew that the tragic mission was the reason the 3 of them were having a child. Hikari grew up loved by her 3 parents, though she did enjoy from time to time pitting DaddyStar against Haha (Japanese for mom) and Daddy-Jules, especially after a training session with DaddyStar. She started her training with ShatterStar when she was 4 under the watchful eye of Surge. Through her training sessions, her superhuman agility, balance, dexterity, and reflexes emerged. Her powers manifested during puberty: she has her mother’s electricity absorption, lightning blasts, super-speed and dad’s regenerative healing powers and teleportation. However, the teleportation is powered by the electricity she absorbs.

APOLLO AND ARTEMIS

Jean & Scott have fraternal twins: John Xavier Summers and Elaine Katherine Summers, named after Jean’s parents, Charles Xavier, & Scott’s mother. They are raised in the loving and chaotic environment that only the X-Men can give and create. John has telepathy, can generate and direct concussive blasts from his hands, create concussive bombs and throw them, and has a low-level of telekinesis. Elaine has telepathy, telekinesis, and can manifest a telepathic/telekinetic bow and arrow like her mentor Dani Moonstar. She can also “attach” her brother’s concussive bombs to her arrows, creating a devastating offensive and defensive weapon. Like their father and Uncle Alex, they are immune to each other’s powers and give each other a serious power boost.

#x-men #wolverine #emma frost #polaris #lorna dane #gambit #Remy LeBeau #jean grey #scott summers #Marvel Girl #Cyclops #surge #shatterstar #noriko ashida

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