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Summery: Drinking on Bourbon with Remy for his birthday is one thing, but going for a walk after? That's quite romantic.
Themes: Established Relationship, Mostly Smut, Some Fluff, Clingy/Lovey-dovey Remy AGAIN, Return of Sassy!Reader, Bar/Club setting, Cream pie, Dance, Drinking, Drunk Sex, Multiple Orgasms (Both), NOLA written by a Louisianian, Overly typed accent, Public Sex, Reader is a mutant/X-Man (no powers written), Remy written by a Louisianian, Shorter!Reader, Unprotected sex (wrap it up!),
Word Count: 1,616
The music is loud, but not too loud, as Remy holds your hand, spinning you around. You laugh, and have fun. I mean, how could you not? It's your boyfriend's birthday, you're in New Orleans, you're both drunk. Nothing could ruin this moment.
Except maybe Remy getting too handsy and getting you both kicked out. But that's okay, Bourbon street has a long line of bars he hasn't been kicked out of or banned from before. He holds your hand, the other pulling a bottle out of his jacket pocket.
"When the hell did that get there?" You ask, brows furrowing as he pops it open.
"Don' ask questions you don' wan' da answers ta, cher," he mutters before taking a sip, holding it in front of you. You roll your eyes, looking around before takes a few sips and pushing it back at him.
"You're trouble."
Remy smiles, taking the last sip before pushing you towards the door of a building you're walking by, "Dis should do, mon amour." He tosses the bottle and takes your hand, pulling you to an open spot and swaying with you to the music. "Love ya," he whispers
"Love you, too," you respond, your ear places against his chest, listening to his heart as he hums softly. You dance with each other, both tipsy and needy for each other. You hold hands, your lips meeting every few seconds. It's intense, and feels amazing to not have to care about dangers of being mutants or X-Men troubles.
It's late, and you're both so drunk. You can't help but do drunk things. GIggling at nothing, bar hopping. Eventually, you find yourselves in a back alley, your back planted against the brick and Remy's hands in your hair. "Pretty, baby. So pretty all flushed an' smile-y."
"Sh-shut it, Cajun," you groan out, your eyes rolling as you hiss the words, "you look better in the moonlight-"
The drunken compliment makes both you blush and stammer for a second before erupting into laughs. Remy pulls your face against his, nuzzling into you before capturing you lips.
It's deep, and fast. A growl comes from his chest, rumbling in his throat as he kisses you harder, pressing you between him and the wall. "Mon cher bebe, je t'aime-" He hisses and grits out the sweet words, his hips grinding into yours.
He's hard, extremely so. He leaks slightly as he push his erection against your belly. He's amazed at the feeling, a delicious friction that backs him moan out, deeply. "So warm, mon amour- look at you. All red 'n da face for lil ol' Gambit."
"Sh-shut up, I am not-" You laugh out, nervously and drunkenly lying. He grabs you jaw and pulls you into a deep, long kiss. He has you caged against the alley way wall, licking the inside of your mouth in claiming stripes.
"Non, non... you stay right here and take it," he groans as you squirm.
"Remy- shit- haha-" you laugh out, whining as he grinds into you.
"Keep saying ma name like dat and 'll make ya scream it," he purrs out, directly next to your ear. You squeak, feeling his length throb against you. You manage a slight laugh, making him grind into you again. "Don't laugh at me, cher, you kno' I keep ma promises-"
You gasp, a loud moan leaving your throat before he covers you mouth, "Non, non, you don' get ta be loud just get. Gambit ain't get started yet." He growls, licking your neck and biting it as his free hand unzips his pants, leaking red tip bouncing against his abs.
"You gon' take it down your throat?" He murmurs into your ear. When you don't respond he licks the shell of your ear, "Non, maybe you just want that slutty little hole o' yer's filled?"
You moan out as he pulls at your waistband, hips bucking into him. "Mmm, good petit, tell me what you wan." You moan softly, helping him pull your pants off. He groans as he see your hole, licking his lips.
"Gon need a lil taste, mon cher- s'il vous plait?" He murmurs, bending lower to sniff and lick at your hole. "Such a dirty whore, petit-"
You groan and whimper, feeling his rough tongue and nose press against your sensitive flesh. Remy licks your entrance and hole, poking his tongue inside for just a moment. "Dat's it, my good good lil t'ing, ain't cha?"
"You want Gambit's dick? You wan you man's cock in that cute little hole?" He asks, kissing up your stomach and chest till he reaches your neck, chomping down and purposely making you moan out loudly.
"Good baby, yeah- you wan dis dick so so bad, you gonna scream when you sink down on dis dick-"
It's all so fast, the way he sinks right into your wet hole. You stretch around him in the one thrust, your whole body tensing before you start to shake with pleasure.
"There ya go, mmm..." He groans, thrusting in and out, the lewd plapping sounds echoing in the alley. He presses his lips to your muffle your loud pathetic noises as he pounds you. You're pulled down onto his cock repeatedly, pushed harder in to the wall with each thrust.
He holds his hand over your mouth, holding your jaw tight as he groans and growls, clearly enjoying this more than he normally would. "Such a good t'ing, spreadin' your legs in public-
"You like dat?" He grunts into your ear, and all you can do is nod, your eyes opening just slightly as he pulls back, cock buried deep in you. "Good lil t'ing fa me... so pretty with ya eyes waterin' and hole filled. Good- mmg-"
You tighten around him, moaning and whimpering against his palm as he looks down at you, his red-on-black eyes piercing through you. Something about how his auburn hair covers his sweat riddled face makes you tighten even more, the feeling making him moan out, the sound almost pathetic.
His balls are begging to be emptied inside you, your watery, fucked out eyes making him only want to do so worse. Your legs tremble around him as he starts to move again, crashing his lips against yours. He can't handle it anymore; he needs to let go.
The fact that he's drunk makes him groan and gasp pathetically as he fills you up. He purrs and pants, filling you to the brim. His balls are tight, jumping as he lets out rope after rope. "Ch-cher-"
The broken nickname makes you groan, your own orgasm hitting hard, just like his. His hand slips from your mouth to your throat, pressing lightly and making you even more dizzy as you fall limp.
"Remy-" You gasp. He groans at the sound of his name on your quivering lips.
"Yeah? You love ya Gambit, non?"
You nod, groaning weakly as your head spins. "Ssh, shh... mon amour..."
He holds you close for just a few more minutes. Then, he slowly pulls out, watching you leak and whimper at the lose. "Gambit gon' clean you up real quick. You gonna let him?"
You can't help but nod, head spinning as you pant. Your mind is scrambled, still trying to piece itself back together. But the process is interrupted by his lips pressing against your entrance. He pushes his tongue inside the wetness.
"Mm-" He groans, the vibrations making you almost cum again already. He licks your insides clean, the sensation too much. You're sinking back into the pathetic little thing you were a few minutes ago, moaning and crying out as he laps up his own release out your stretched hole.
He grips your hips, lapping you up and licking the length of you. He's consumed with eating you out, making you cum again, that he doesn't even care about how loud you're getting.
You only shove your hand over your mouth to stop passersby from looking in the alley, seeing him eating you out like a madman. Your bordering on unconsciousness and orgasm. Each lick and suck is hypnotic, making you moan into your own palm.
Your hand slips, the sound of his name on your lips making me double his efforts. He fucks his tongue into your hole, wetting it with his drool and spit before he lazily kisses up your body again.
He wraps your hand around his length as he pushes his own fingers inside you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars and get dizzy.
"Remy-" you sob, "fuck, gonna-"
"I kno, I kno, cher- fuck pump me while I edge you a lil more... fuckin' cum with me, baby-" He growls, kissing your neck as his fingers pump in and out of you. He grunts as your hands wraps around him tighter. You jerk him off, spreading the pre-cum on his tip around.
"Good, good- fuck, cher, gonna make me bust-" Remy moans out softly, breathlessly. "Such a cute lil' t'ing. Cum 'round ma fingers and I'll cum all over ya, bebe."
And that you do, coming apart from the inside and sobbing out in the alley way. The air around you is charged, with both lustful energy and kinetic from Remy's powers.
Your shirt is stained with his release, his fingers with your own. He looks down at you, his red eyes glowing a pinkish light in the black void of his sclera, lighting up your face ever so slightly. He grins, his breath smelling of alcohol and minty cigarettes.
You stay like that, staring at each other. Both your eyes widen before laughing, realizing you still have to walk back to the hotel.
Summery: It's Remy's birthday, which means as his partner, you have to make it special. Though, that Cajun is hard to work around.
Themes: [Finished this at 1AM the day it's being posted on our phone, will do better when we wake up] Established Relationship, Fluff, Lovey Dovey, Remy Shenanigans, Cuddling, Kisses, Reader Cooking for Remy, Remy being a brat, Remy being madly in love, Storm Cameo (Ororo my beloved).
Word Count: Over 1k for sure
pt. 2 ;)
June 16th. That's Remy's birthday. You wanted to wake him up with breakfast in bed, but that Cajun is an early riser and stubborn as a mule.
He stares as you leave the bed, grabbing your wrist quickly "Mon amour..." He murmurs, voice gravelly from sleep. "Too early fa you ta even be awake, cher."
You laugh, leaning down and kissing his forehead, cupping his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere far, Rem." You reassure him.
"Then I'm coming with you." He says, opening his red-on-black eyes.
"No, no, it'll ruin your birthday surprise-" You say, quickly cutting yourself off. A wide grin spreads on his face as he raises an eyebrow. "Stay in bed. Please?" You begged.
"What's da point if you not in it, cher?" He mumbled back, reaching out and grabbing your wrist, pulling you back down onto the bed, planting a whole litter of kisses to your cheek, his stubble tickling you.
"Remy Etienne Lebeau-" is all you can muster out before his lips touch yours, claiming them softly.
"You ain't my momma, cher... don't talk to me like dat." He growls out playfully, hands holding you on top of him, slowly creeping down until he squeezes your behind.
"Remy!" You yelp out, pushing your hands against his chest and sitting up.
"Ah, come on cher..." He whispers, pulling you make down. "Just a little longer?"
Remy looks up at you, his red-on-black eyes sparkling in the little sunlight that comes through the window. Your chest fills with warmth as you see his lazy smile, as it does ever time. You roll your eyes before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Fine. Five more minutes, you brat."
"Now you really starting to sound like my momma."
"Shut the fuck up."
And as promised, it was only five more minutes. You flip back onto your side of the bed, a peck to Remy's forehead, then his cheek, and then his lips (though, it was really his fault). You quickly escape your shared bedroom with him before he can manage to drag you back in with his charm.
You quickly made your way downstairs, darting into the kitchen with eyes already searching for what you need. Some other members of the team are awake, raising eyebrows at you as you zoom in and start opening cabinets.
You scoot behind Ororo as she stands against the stove, "Oh, you might wanna move-" You murmur, and she listens, picking up her coffee cup with a walking onto the other side of the island countertop.
"What's the rush?" She asks coolly.
"Gotta make Remy breakfast before he decides he hasn't seen me in too long." You mumble, grabbing eggs and sausage (that you obviously pre-defrosted) from the fridge. You had prepared for this, you have to when you're dating someone who loves you as much as Remy loves you.
He's addicted to being loved. He's addicted to being loved by you, especially. Morning cuddles, kisses and hand holding whenever he can, holding you from behind and swaying you around like the wind does trees. It's reciprocated, obviously. No one would make a man as annoying as Gambit breakfast in bed on his birthday if they didn't love him to the moon and back.
Your eyes widen in horror as you pick up the Cajun seasoning, finding it empty. The container falls from your hand, hitting the counter. It's about to roll off because Ororo pushes it back with a small gust of wind.
"I see you have encountered an issue," She smiles, opening the cabinet more and reaching into the very back, "worry not." You smile wide as she pulls out a new one, handing it to you.
"How did you- you know what- never mind." You stammer before quickly getting back to work.
You finally finish a classic Cajun Breakfast skillet, scooping yourself and Remy some into bowls and bringing it up. You creep back into your shared room, seeing him laying on your side, stomach down and nose planted deep into your pillow.
"Remy." You laugh softly, making him jolt awake. He smiles as you step closer, handing him the food. "Bo ne Fête, mon amour." You say, watching his eyes widen before he starts to laugh.
"Mon ange, you're truly a blessing." He murmurs, sitting up more and pulling you closer, presses a single kiss on your cheek. "What'd this man done ta have da perfect partner?"
You laugh softly, kissing his forehead before sitting next to him on the bed, the both of you eating breakfast. He grabs the two bowls and puts them on the nightstand before wrapping his arms around you. "Come 'ere. Lemme give ya some lovin', sugah."
You laugh as his drags you down into your back, planting a multitude of kisses on your face before he nips softly on your jaw, making you squeak.
"Hey!" You laugh softly, pushing him back and looking up at him, "What do you think you're doing?"
"What, all I get is breakfast in bed fa ma birthday?" He eyes you, smirking as he buries his face in your neck. "Don'tcha love me, cher?"
"Of course I do, Remy. I love you so much." You say, pulling his face down and kissing him.
"Mm... Love ya, too, mon amour." He laughs pulling you closer. "Aight, let's just cuddle fa now. You don't got any mo' surprises for me, do ya?"
"Oh, you know... It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you about it." You murmur, nuzzling against his bare chest. He chuckles lowly, the sound deep under your ear. His arms around you tighten, holding you close as you both enjoy a quiet, relaxing morning together.
Summery: Post birthday morning cuddles, you and Remy (mostly Remy) decide that today is more than an excuse to have fun.
Themes: Established Relationship, Mostly Smut, Some Fluff, Clingy Remy AGAIN, Aftercare, Compliments during Sex, Multiple Orgasms (Reader), Reader gets annoyed (just a little), Slight breeding, Soft Dom!Remy, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!).
Word Count: 1.25k
SMUT, MINORS DNI, NSFW 18+
Remy's nose is buried into your neck, his breath tickling you as he smiles into your skin. "J't'aime avec t'coeur." He whispers repeatedly, kissing your nape. You gasp, tensing the first few times before relaxing, his arms tightly around you, pulling you closer.
"Remy, darling..." You murmur, hand over one of his.
"What, cher? Don't I get a little somet'ing special? Ya know, fa' my birthday, baby?" He smirks as he speaks deliberately against your pulse point.
You groan, laughing softly as you push back against him, his muscles engulfing you. He nips slowly up your next before whispering in your ear sweet nothings as he grinds against you. "So sweet for me, ain'tcha?"
"Mm..." You hum, agreeing as chills run down your body. He hums too, his tongue soothing over the bite marks he leaves in his wake. A groan escapes both of you as his rock hard cock slots between your ass cheeks, a small whimper escaping you, "Remy-"
"Ssh, shh, you're okay," He whispers, turning your head and capturing your lips. He licks your bottom lip, making you open up immediately, no words needed. He claims every inch of your mouth over and over again, his tongue tangling with yours before he pulls away, panting, "Such a good lil t'ing fa me huh?"
"S-shut up-" You growl, turning around you face him and pushing him onto his back.
"Woah, hah, so worked up, huh?" He groans, watching you crawl on top of him. "So sexy up there, baby." He whispers, pulling you down to kiss again. You pull back immediately, laughing as you straddle his hips.
"Who said you're in charge, Remy?" You say, hands cupping his face before running them in his auburn hair. He chuckles softly, a gentle growl escaping his throat.
"You gonna spoil yer man for his birthday?" He says, watching you intently.
"Maybe I'm just gonna spoil myself," You murmur, scooting lower and sitting on your knees between his legs. His eyes widen, already knowing what you're gonna do.
"Mm, you know, I won't mind doing the same fa you, mon amour."
Before you know it, both of your mouths are working overtime for the other, making groans and whines around and against each other. His cock twitches in your mouth as you pump is slowly, licking around the head just how he licks it. Precum beads against your tongue and you pull back as you suckle more out of his slit. "Fuck- yeah..." You say before diving back in, bobbing your head.
Hearing your moans and pleasure filled groans, Remy doubles his efforts, trying to make you climax before you make him. Your hands shake as you pump him faster, feeling his tongue against you as he moves his head slightly, lips leaving you before licking around your entrance. Your legs snap together, trapping his head between them, but he doesn't seem to care, pushing in and fucking you slowly with his tongue.
Your head leaves his length, falling to the side as the pleasure becomes too much for you to handle, unable to multitask like you thought you could. You moan out Remy's name, eyes fluttering closed as you feel a coil in your stomach about to snap. "Fuck, Remy, ah..."
"Put those pretty lips back on me before I deny you an orgasm." He says, his lips barely touching your hole.
"No, please-" You beg, your lips against the side of his shaft, playing with his balls, "Please... please, baby." You say, lips wrapped around him again.
"Good baby, that's so good." He murmurs before licking along you again, quickly before focusing on your hole again. His tongue slips in and out of you, making you moan against his length.
"Please, please..." You repeat, tittering on the edge of bliss as he pulls away again, teasing you slowly, before his hand snakes from you hip to pushing in, hitting your sweet spot. "Ah! Please, yes-"
You can barely say anything before his mouth wraps around you and drinks down your release without second thought, like it's his last meal. your body trembles as you crash, hand lazily wrapped around his length but unmoving.
He pulls away from you, flipping you onto your back before dragging you on top of him. He kisses you slowly at first before shoving his tongue into your mouth, forcing you to taste your own release. It wouldn't be the first time this happens, but each time it does it makes you groan.
He pulls back, eyes half lidded and staring at you as you lay on his chest. "So good fa' me... fuck, gonna fuck you so good." He chuckles,spreading your legs. "You gon let me do it raw? It's ma special day, after all..." He growls into your ear.
You nod, biting your lip as he pushes his cock head against your already used hole. "Y-yeah... please... w-wanna feel you, all of you, inside." You murmur against his neck, whining as you try to push him in yourself.
"Nuh uh, gonna take dis as slow as I wan' darlin'." He murmurs against your lips before taking your bottom one into his mouth, biting down because sucking to sooth the slight pain. You gasp and whimper, making him do it again.
"Remy-"
"Nuh uh, quiet till I tell ya." He murmurs against your lips, pushing just the tip inside you, making your eyes open wide before rolling back. "Good, good. Take it like the good lil' t'ing you are." He whispers, pushing deeper, cock already lubed with your spit from earlier.
He sheathes himself in you, his balls heavy as he groans, feeling you wrapped tightly around his girthy length. As you moan softly, his hips bucking, he grunts. "Good, good, cher... Dat's right, tell me how good it feels."
"S-so good, fuck- fuck me-" You beg, bouncing slightly to stir him up.
"I am, baby, I"m fucking you. Agh, fuck you're so tight." Remy groans, head falling back slightly as he thrusts up. "Love dis hole. So good, baby-" He pants out, voice getting hoarse. He bites his lip as he speeds up, chancing the both of your highs.
"Remy, ah... Remy..." You moan, hands pawing his chest as you try to keep yourself up. You bounce with his thrusts, making both you groan and moan, a slight whine getting trapped in his throat. "Fuck, so good-"
It's not long before the both of you finish, his thick seed filling you as your own release covers the both of you. You're finally able to fall against him, chest against chest while he's still deep inside you, cock twitching with aftershocks.
You feel his abs contract against your stomach, his arms wrapping around you immediately, holding you like he never wants to let go; and he doesn't. He's lost in the moment, and so are you, his face buried into your neck as he places smooches on it, marking you further, pulling your skin into his mouth.
After he's thoroughly claimed and marked you, he pulls out of you,laying you down next to him. "You okay, cher? Feeling good?" His voice is barely a whisper, nothing but care and love in his voice.
You nod, humming softly as you open your eyes, staring at his face as he smiles back at you. "Yeah..."
"Dat's good, baby. I know how to make ya feel good, huh? An' vise versa." He grins, planting another kiss to you cheek.
"Mhm... happy birthday..." You whisper before he pulls you against him. You're current that you won't be getting out of bed until someone come banging on the door of your shared room, demanding it's time for him to blow out candles and have cake or something.
Summery: Remy decided there's no better place to bring his love on Valentine's Day than his ol' stomping grounds. The jazz, the food, everything about it speaks that good old fashioned love to him.
Themes: Already Established Relationship, Fluff, light Angst (sorry not sorry), Food, Kissing, Lovey Dovey Gambit, New Orleans written by a Louisianian, Remy written by a Louisianian.
Word Count: 1.1k
"Non, non cher, come on." He murmurs against your skin, pulling you from the bathroom as you stared at yourself in the mirror. "Y're already magnifique, mon amour. No need ta spruce yaself up no mo'."
"But, Rem," You start, but are cut off by his lips pressing against yours. The man can't keep his mouth off of his lover. He turns you around, holding you close.
"Don't care, cher. Y're perfect just da way ya are." He murmurs against your lips, "Now let's get goin before they run out of beignets."
"Are they gonna be as good as yours?"
"Better, if you lemme find da right place." He smirks, pulling you out the motel room, placing a kiss on your knuckles. Or two, or four, as you walk down the metal stairs to his car.
You can't help but be absolutely infatuated with how much he loves you, never taking his eyes off you, always having his lips pressed against any part of you they can reach. It's not just out of love, but pure dedication. He doesn't understand what he did to have you love him, just a rough around the edges Cajun Rogue that didn't get up to no good before he joined the X-Men.
He opens your door, pressing a kiss to your temple before making sure you're buckling up and closing the door. He makes it around to the driver side in no more than five steps, quick to hop in and start the car.
The radio blasts with some local classic rock station, and Remy smiles wide as he looks over at you. You groan slightly as you realize what song is playing.
"I wanna know what love is-" is all that Rem out before you punch his arm, "Ow, ow, alright, no need for violence, cher."
You laugh shaking your head and rubbing your hand slightly, his muscles are solid and hard, shooting a slight pain up your arm. "Whatever, let's go before you decide to become a start a cover band."
"Naw, ya don't like my singin'? Not what you said a few nights ago, mon amour." He purrs, pulling out of the parking lot. Your cheeks heat up at the memory of you both drunkenly singing karaoke on the drive down to Louisiana.
"You know you can't trust the opinions of someone under he influence, Remy."
"Non, but dey say 'Drunk words are sober thoughts, yah?"
You grumble, knowing he's right. You do like his singing, but not when your stomach was eating itself alive. Leaning against the car window, you stare out at the sidewalks of New Orleans. Finally, Gambit pulls over and cuts the engine, getting out and opening your door. "Cafe Beignet, mon amour." He says, pulling you as close as humanly possible.
"Cheesy." You murmur against his lips.
"Ya, almost like giving a handsome devil like moi da last name dat means handsome... oh wait." He smirks. chuckling softly before chauffeuring you inside.
You enter, the sound of live jazz fills the room around you, making you grin from ear to ear. You get a basket of beignets and sit across from Gambit as he sips on his black coffee. "We can get mo' if you like em too much, cher."
You look at him, eyes wide as he stares at you shoving the last bite into your mouth, other hand already reaching out for another. You swallow, a tint of blush on your cheeks that spills to the tips of your ears. "Well, uh... maybe..." Your mumble before taking a bite of your next beignet.
He chuckles, shaking his head as he sips his coffee. You both sit, taking in the atmosphere of jazz and the electric tension between you both, staring into each other's eyes. You're still not used to just how much you love him, and have. Especially not how much he loves you.
You didn't do anything to deserve a caring, handsome man like him. He's almost too caring, almost worshiping your every step. It's nice, but some days it's a little too much.
You're ripped from your thoughts as you feel his fingers interlock with yours, thumb rubbing the side of your palm. "Cher?"
"Mhm?" You prompt, looking back at him, not even realizing your head had slowly turned down as you got lost in thought.
"Ya good, sugar?" He asks, voice dripping with concern and admiration. "You seemed a lil in ya head. Whatcha t'inkin', mon amour?"
"Ah, nothing. Just... you." You laugh softly, bringing his hand up to your lips and pressing a kiss to it, mirroring his earlier action. You feel him slightly tense as your lips press against his rough, scarred and calloused hands. He quickly relaxes, letting out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding.
He pushes the basket of beignets to the side as well as both of your cups and looks at you head on. "You thinking bout how much ya love me, cher?" He smirks knowingly, "Or the other way 'round?"
You blush again, shaking your head. "Shut up." You mumble, pressing another kiss to his knuckles before pulling your hand away to grab your drink. You take a long sip, looking at him as you do. His never wavering smirk stays plastered on his face, watching you with the same admiration and love as always.
Your attention is drawn to the Jazz band as the music stops and they start packing up. You clear your throat, looking down at the basket of beignets and your drinks. Remy notices, too, and sighs. "T'ink dat's our queue to get going, chouchou."
"Mhm." You say, taking another beignet to your lips before getting up. You eat the small pastry and chug the rest of your drink. Remy throws a twenty on the table before wrapping his arms around you and swaying you slightly, placing his head on top of yours.
"Ya know..." He murmurs to starts, trailing off before anymore words leave his mouth. He shakes his head, pulling you out the cafe and onto the street.
"You can't just do that, you know?" You say, brows knitted together in annoyance.
"What? Oh, uh... I was gonna say I love you." He laughs, opening your door.
"I love you too, asshole." You say, pressing a kiss to his cheek and getting into the car.
You don't even realize it before you're already there, but he brings you to the french quarter, and walks you around, stopping in front of some of the musicians and letting you listen.
"You like da jazz, cher?" He whispers, "I got us a reservation to a nice little restaurant tonight, right next to the band."
"What?!" You ask, eyes widening as you look at him.
"Ya, it's the least I could do for mon amour, cher."
You kiss him, for what feels like the millionth time today. The both of your lips are smiling as he deepens the kiss, holding you close enough that you can feel each other's heart beats. They beat in time with each other, like your were made for each other.
Summery: Gambit comes back from a mission and you missed him a little too much.
Themes: SMUT, PURE SMUT, Aftercare, Condoms (wrap it before ya tap it y'all), Cum Play, Dirty Talk, Grinding, Humping, Multiple Rounds, Needy!Reader, Oral, Semi-Injured!Remy (mentioned like twice). Lemme know if we missed anything.
Word Count: ~2.5k
SMUT WARNING. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.
You look up from your phone as Remy stumbles into your shared room, his red-on-black eyes darting to watch you get up with the bed. Before he can even make a snarky, loving comment towards your excitement, you crash into him, your arms wrapped around his torso and your lips against his own. There's nothing more you've wanted since he left than this moment, seeing him again.
You notice the slight wheeze as you meet him, pulling out of the kiss and looking over him. His face is scratched up and his lips chapped with dried blood. He sees the worry in your eyes, "Cher, I'm fine, really."
"Are you sure?" You say, looking up at him as your hand paws at his chest, the cold metal of his body armor sending a chill down your body.
"Better now that I'm with you." He says with a smirk before leaning down to kiss you again. This time, you notice the iron taste of the dried blood on his lips, the way his breath shakes slightly as he gets closer to you. He's clearly not fine, but he obviously wants you as much as you want him.
You stumble back to the bed, his broad torso above you as he pressed his growing erection to your thigh, smiling into the kiss as he hears your whimpers as he grinds against you. "Ya miss me?"
"More than anything." You pant between breaths, fumbling to take his coat off.
"That's good, cher. Means ya really love me, yah?" He smiles, kissing down your neck as he helps with his coat. His hands cup your faces, stroking your cheek with his leather gloves. He listens to your whines and whimpers until your hands grip his auburn hair. "Feisty lil t'ang, ain't cha?"
You grin, nodding as he pulls back looking down at you. "Lay on the bed, Rem. Lemme take care of you." You mumble, staring into his ruby eyes. He raises an eyebrow before obliging. You watch as he goes to snap off his body armor, reaching out to stop him. "Nuh uh. Not yet."
You smile, straddling his middle and grinding yourself against the metal abs. You moan out at the friction, whining as your thighs squeeze around him tighter. Remy watches with wide eyes, mouth agape as he watches you work yourself along the faux, metal abs of the armor around his core.
"You been wantin' ta do dat a long time, huh?" He chuckles, his hands resting on your hips. You can't speak, too focused on grinding your hips along the ab like bumps in his armor, panting softly. "Mm, I betcha dreamed of it, yah?"
"S-shut up..." You whine out as his hands guide you quicker along his abdomen. He laughs softly, his smirk never faltering as he watches you. "Ah, Remy..."
"Ya close, cher? Getting off just like dat, huh? Such a good lil t'ang ya are." He laughs soft, grabbing your chin to make you look down at him. "Yer not allowed to cum just yet, mon amour. Not till yer riding my cock."
"W-who said I was about to cum?" You snap back snarkily, but he doesn't even have to tell you. The way you leaned down towards him, moaning his name shakily. You were on the verge of orgasm but he stole that high from you, pushing you off his body armor and quickly taking it off while you sit perfectly in his lap.
"You gon be good for me?" He ask, voice husky as he pulls you down, his scruffy stubble against your cheek as he whispers, "You gon ride my big cock, yah? You gonna take good care of ya Gambit?"
You nod, whimper softly as he whispers in your ear, breath hot against the shell, sending shivers down your spine and heating up the coil in your stomach. "Y-yes, sir."
"Good, good... dat's it." He coos, his hands traveling down your body before resting on your hips again, gripping your loose, lounge pants, "Lift up fa me, sweetie." He commands, voice gentle yet dominate.
You listen, of course, not having any other choice, melting at just the thought of having him inside you. He slips off your pants, smirking as he sees the obvious display of your arousal. "Mm, you really wan' me dat bad, baby?"
You nod as he fully undresses you, running your throbbing hole over his massive bulge in his pants. "Yer gon' be good and take it all, or else I ain't givin' it ta ya." He growls, making sure you know even if you're on top of him, he's still in control. Even if you said you're going to take care of him, he can command and break you whenever he wants.
Before you know it, he has his cock against your stomach, slowly rolling a condom down it. You watch, eyes locked as his fingers move down his shaft. He chuckles, making you look up at his face. "You always enjoy dat part, huh? Watching me stroke my cock..."
His voice sends shivers down your body. You nod, quickly positioning yourself on the tip of his cock, looking down for permission. He smiles, his hands on your hips lowering you, "Go ahead, cher. Ride me. Take care of me like you said you would, darlin'."
You whine softly as you stretch around his cock, slowly pushing more of it into your hole. You moan out, head falling back as he bucks up into you, forcing more of himself into your tight, hungry entrance. "Fuck, Remy, fuck..." You whimper, realizing that you really missed the feeling of him inside you.
"Mmhmm, been too long since ya had dis, huh? Yer so tight 'round my dick, grippin' it like a vice." He laughs, thrusting up into you, slamming the rest of his length into your tight hole. He chuckles as you whine, groaning softly as you fall forward, your hands landing on his chest. "You gon' bounce and ride my dick or just sit on it?"
"Sh-shut up, I-I needa... mm.. get used to it again." You mumble, your mouth filling with saliva. Swallowing hard, you move up, his cock dragging out of you before you plop back onto his lap, pushing it deeper into you than before. This causes Gambit to moan out, a grunt to try and keep quiet.
"Dat's it, baby, work my cock." He whispers, his accent becoming more prominent as you bounce on his length. Your moans mingle with his, the soft pants as you ride him, his thick dick dragging in and out of your tight, convulsing hole. "Soo good fa me. Such a good lil t'ang for me, yah? Good, good..."
His voice sends you over the edge as you cum, you hole clenching his length as you continue to ride him through your orgasm. "That's right, cher, that's it, baby." He whispers as he pumps into you, not letting you rest, driving for his own release.
"P-please, ah... Remy..." You pant out, whining as he bucks his cock further into you, holding you by your hips to help driving him in more.
"Almost dere, sweetie. Gonna cum real soon, den we can take as long a break ya need, cher." He grunts, huffing as he thrusts deeper into you, his length throbbing. His breathing picks up and you can tell he's close as he rams into you harder. He curses under his breath, groaning as he unloads himself into the condom.
As you fall forward on his chest, he strokes your hair, chuckling softly. He pulls out, taking off the condom and tying it off before tossing it towards the bathroom. "You okay, cher?"
"Mhm..." You hum, fucked out of your mind as you hug his torso tightly. You nuzzle against his neck, softly nipping at his exposed skin.
"Use ya words, baby." He coos, biting his lip as he tilts your chin to look up at him.
"Yeah... I'm good." You mumble, closing your eyes and pressing your ear to his chest, his heartbeat racing underneath. His laughing rumbles through his chest as he strokes your back, kneading into your skin soothingly.
"You need anything, darlin'? Water?" He whispers softly.
"Uhuh... maybe..." You whisper back. He turns over onto his side, gently laying you on your back and getting up. He walks over to the bathroom, picking up the discarded condom from earlier as he goes. He comes back a few minutes later with a small cup of water and kneels by the bed, helping you sit up.
"Here, cher. Drinky drinky, mon amour." He laughs softly, bringing the cup to your lips. As you gulp down the water, he caressing your cheek, staring at you with pure love.
"You're so pretty, baby..." You whisper, looking at him with a wide, cock drunk smile. He laughs softly, pressing a kiss against your lips.
"I'm da pretty one, huh? I thought that was you. You're the prettiest lil t'ang I've ever seen." He murmurs against your skin, nuzzling against your face as he crawls onto the bed, the cup sitting on the bedside table.
"Nuh, you are..." You mumble, giggling as his muscular arms wrap around your smaller body, a stark reminder of your size difference. "I love you."
"I love ya, too, mon amour. Je t'aime aussi, tellement." He says, whispering softly into your ear, his nose nuzzling into your hair. Whenever he speaks french, your knees get weak, and he knows.
He chuckles, his calloused hands rubbing up and down your body as you shiver, continuing to whisper soft nothings into your ear. His words get softer as his face slowly gets lower, turning into gentle kisses. They start slow and gentle but get hungrier and sloppier the lower he gets. You moan out, your back arching off the bed as you whimper.
"Need me again already?" He chuckles, his fingers running up and down your thigh. You nod, panting softly and you feel your core start to ache. "Mm, lemme get another condom and you can have me."
"N-no, wait-" You mutter out, your hands on his chest. "C-can I... suck you off? Please?" You ask, eyes wide and pleading as you watch his reaction closely.
His red-on-black eyes widen as his smirks. "Yeah, baby, of course." He chuckles, getting off of you and laying on his back. You quickly get on your hands and knees and position yourself between his muscular legs, hands wrapping around his dick and pumping slowly as you situate yourself. His head falls back against the pillows, eyes rolling and mouth agape as you work his length. "Fuck..."
You smile as he curses, licking your lips as you watch his face contort in pleasure. You slowly run your tongue up and down his shaft, a rough breath escaping his throat. "Fuck yeah, ah... forgot how good your tongue felt on dis dick..."
You giggle slightly as he praises you, kissing his tip before taking it in your mouth slowly. He hisses, his chest falling as he moans out. Your hand travels under his tight black shirt as your other plays with his balls. "So good, baby, such a pretty lil t'ang with my cock in your mouth." He groans, breathing heavier as he watches your head bob up and down.
Pushing more of his cock into your mouth, his moans get more frequent, your tongue working around his thick length, your hand pumping whatever you can't fit in while the other continues to juggle his balls. "Yah, keep going, oh... That's right, suck dis fat dick like the good lil bitch you are." He hisses out, his cock twitching in your mouth as precum coats your tongue.
You meet his eyes, your brows furrowing as he degrades and praises you at the same time. You push more of his cock into your mouth, your throat convulsing around the head and pushing him over the edge. He grabs you by your hair and yanks your head up and down his length, causing your eyes to roll back as you lose control of what you were so confident in.
You gag as he pushes all of himself down your throat, pulling you back and pushing it right back in. This repeats this a few times before he starts cumming. Most of it goes straight down your throat, till he pulls out and paints your face with the last few spurts of his thick, white cream.
"Lookin' so pretty now, huh? Covered in my cum." He chuckles, fist still gripping your hair. You manage a small smile, tears streaming down your face without you even realizing it. "Lemme clean this up..." He coos, licking his lips as he smears it around.
"Remy- Rem, stop that," you laugh softly, shaking your head.
"Nuh uh, I'm doing so well." He laughs, pulling you onto him. He presses his lips against yours, licking a small bit of his release from your lips before snaking his tongue into your mouth.
He moans into the kiss as he deepens it, wrapping his arms around your waist, hands possessively squeezing your ass. He chuckles as you squirm, his grip on your bottom getting rougher. "R-Remy, stop-"
"Make me." He growls into your ear, his hands squeezing and kneading into your skin rougher, one traveling up and the other traveling down.
You groan, whimpering slightly before overpowering him enough to sit up. You bite your lip as you look down at him, a small smirk coming to your face. You straddle his chest, taking some of the smeared jizz off your face and sticking your fingers in his mouth. His eyes widen for a moment before he laughs around your fingers, happily licking them clean. "Oh, cher, you're gonna have to think of something else d'an that."
"You're a freak, you know that?"
"Mhm..." He hums, pulling your fingers out of his mouth before taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. The soft, romantic gesture makes you blush, despite the both of you being naked and the position you're in on top of his chest. "Ya love it though, darlin'."
"Course I do. What's not to love?" You laugh softly, grabbing a tissue from the side table and wiping your face before the sticky whiteness on your face dries. "You're still an asshole for doing that."
"Oh? Am I, cher? Or are ya just mad it wasn't yer idea? Hmm?"
"Shut up." You say with no bite to it, reaching over and grabbing another condom, putting the wrapper between your teeth and looking down at him. His eyes light up slightly as he grins, taking the wrapper and ripping it open.
Author's Note: I do not enjoy the design of black gambit in the comics so i decided to go with another design(that i made the fuck up), my apologies horseman gambit fans.... anyways enjoy the first fic we're posting here !!! thank you @genderqueerbarbie777 for beta reading :3
Summery: Remy was dead. Or so you thought. There was a man that sounded like him, had his powers, but... why did he look like that? Who was this? This wasn't your Remy.
Themes: Angst, Hurt w/ No Comfort, Previous Relationship, Betrayal, Crying, Cursing, Kidnapping, R's a mutant/x-man (no powers written), Violence.
Word Count: 1.6k
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Apocalypse had chosen the perfect moment to strike, the X-Men still mourning Gambit's death. You were still shaken up about it, though it had happened months ago. You loved him, you really loved him. Even if you never let anyone but him know. You stood up from the blast, dusting yourself off till you're frozen, hearing a voice behind you.
"Cher...?" You heard, a raspy of remnant of something from your past. It wasn't him. It couldn't be. You turned to look for Remy, but you were met with something... ghoulish.
"Y-... you're not him." You say, voice strained as you look at the creature that stood there, stolen Remy's voice to fool you. The silvery skinned man smirked. He wore Remy's jacket, his fucking jacket, he had his voice, a dark deck of cards in one hand and a baton in the other. This had to be some kind of trick, an illusion, anything but real.
"Oh, but Gambit is him, petit..." The ash covered man walked towards you, his white hair covering his blackened eyes. Even his walk, his mannerisms, they were Remy's. But he was dead, Remy Lebeau was dead. You watched his casket get put in the ground, there was no way this was your lost love.
You backed away as he stood in front of you, looking down with pink glowing eyes as he put the deck of cards in the inner pocket of his jacket. He went to place his bone-y, gaunt hand on your cheek, being met with a quick swat as you took another step back.
"N-no, you're not! Wh-what are you?!" You yelled out, tears swelling in your eyes as you yelled at the thing in front of you, mocking you, mimicking the man you loved, the man you watched die.
This Remy chuckles, a sound that would normally make your heart swell with love, but this... this was dark, something evil behind it. You know if this was really Remy, he'd never hurt you, but you couldn't help the chills that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He grabs your wrist, pulling you close.
"Gambit's 'Death', baby..." He starts, another low chuckle coming from his lips, "But he remembers you, cher. You're mine, remember?" These words, they brought a memory that shook you to your core.
"Cher, what are you doing?" Remy spoke softly, watching you walk into his room at the mansion. He laughed at the sight of you, your face flushed as you took off your jacket. "Ya gonna answer ol' Remy or nah?"
"I'm tired. I want... to be held." You murmur, laying on the bed next to him, quick to get his attention away from whatever he was doing before. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling the covers over you and placing you between his arm, flush against his bare chest.
You both laid there in silence, breathing synced up as he caged you in his arms, head nuzzling your neck, his stubble tickling your skin. "You're okay, mon amour... You're here, you're... mine."
You tried pulling back, the walking corpse in front of you growling lowly. "Don't ya dare fight my hold on you." His voice hissed, strong hand gripping your wrist so hard it made you gasp in pain, the tears finally falling from your eyes.
There's a shocked look on his face, grip loosening ever so slightly as he watches you closely. You notice something slight, something that reminded you of the Remy before. "P-please..." you cry out softly, "Lemme go, Rem."
This upset him, but it also made him smile as you finally acknowledge he's really who he says he is. "I don't think I will, cher..." He turns you around, placing an arm across your middle to hold you against him, other hand still tight on your wrist. "I ain't gonna leave you again. And yer not leavin' me, ya hear?"
The gaunt hand holding your wrist lets go, traveling up your arm, up your neck before finally resting on your chin, holding it softly, thumb caressing your cheek. You can't help but shiver. This causes Remy to laugh again, nuzzling into your skin. "Why are ya afraid of lil ol' me, petit? I ain't gonna hurtcha..."
"Y-you're not?" You ask, voice hoarse and breathy. You smile nervously, leaning your head back against his chest to try and show him you want to trust him. You swallow hard as he sits up, setting his chin on the top of your head.
"Of course not, cher. Why would Gambit do that to ya?" He says softly, eyes looking around at the make shift battlefield that used to be the X Mansion, pointing his baton at your teammates as they fight in the distance. "Looks like they've forgotten you, amour."
Your eyes widen as you realize what he means. It wasn't just that they'd forgotten you, you knew this wasn't true, but that they were fighting without you. They hadn't even bothered to look for you. "No, they... they need me-" You go to walk forwards but his arm around your middle brings you back flush against him.
"No they don't. I do." He growls out, his hand on your chin turning your gaze up to him. "I said it already. We ain't leavin' each other again, yer coming with me." His eyes glow, staring down at you as his grip around you tightens even more.
Your eyes widen "With you? What are you-" You're cut off by his hand on your chin covering you mouth, Remy shushing you softly. Before you can protest, you feel his baton snap to your neck, hitting a pressure point and causing you to pass out.
"Cher? Cher, wake up, please..." You heard, the cold sting of the metal table in the medical bay pressed against your back.
"Remy?" you said weakly, feeling his hands move from your own to your face, pulling you flush against his chest, a tear falling from his eyes. "What's wrong? W-what happened?" You ask, unable to remember the fight from before.
"You got hurt, bad, petit... Gambit though he was gonna lose ya fo' a moment..." He says softly, nuzzling into your skin, his warm touch against your cold skin sending chills up and down your body. It was nice, being in his arms, but in this situation? It felt live a saving grace.
You woke up, your vision blurred and and the sounds around you muffled under a sharp ringing in your ears. You can't move, the small amount you can making your realize you're tied down, laid against the corner of two walls. You try to focus on the voices, eyes closing.
"You brought an X-Man here?! Are you fucking stupid?!" An unfamiliar voice says, angry.
"It's not just any X-Man, it's... my cher..." Remy says, voice breaking slightly. After a second you hear him scream out in pain, causing you to wake up fully, your eyes wide as you look in the direction.
"Weak... he shouldn't even be able to remember his life before becoming Death!" You see the tall, menacing Apocalypse, his arm turning from some kind of taser to his normal hand. He looks over at you, eyes widening as he sees your awake. "What a surprise, though..." He takes a step towards you.
"N-no, don't!" You say, backing yourself against the corner as the towering monster stands a few feet in front of you. You scream out as he grabs you, taking you across the room and throwing you down once again. You hear a click as something snaps around your neck. Your binds are taken off just to be replaced with the same metal that adorns your neck, pressing you flat against whatever surface you're on.
Your eyes look back at Remy as he stands up, face full of defeat as he looks at Apocalypse. "Sir, I'm sorry-" He starts, cutting himself off as the man looks at him. He backs away, lowering his head. You still can't believe it, Remy's alive, but... not himself, working for Apocalypse.
"Well, now that we have an X-Man... why don't we celebrate? This means we won the fight." The tall, broad creature known as Apocalypse says, voice dark with intent. He looks down at you, a grim smile on his face as he speaks again, "Don't try to do anything, mutant. Your powers are useless with the bindings you're in. If you do, however, there will be punishment."
You don't want to test his words, nodding quickly. Your fear and submission causes the man to laugh, clearly entertained that you're so quick to listen. "It seems Gambit has picked the perfect hostage." Apocalypse chuckles, turning his back to you as he addresses the others in the room. "That does not mean I am not disappointed, though, feeble mutant."
He walks up to Remy, who sits up, eyes shaking as he looks up at the taller man. In a swift movement, Apocalypse grabs him by the throat, causing you to yell out. He brings Remy to eye level before speaking, "If you were not needed for the unstoppable force of the Apocalypse, you'd be dead by my hand. Do you understand, mutant?"
Remy nods, closing his eyes as the other man drops him. You stare at him as he lands on his knees, not fighting back. It was strange to see him so... weak, submitting to the orders of terrible force. It was frightening, even. Remy opened his eyes and looked up at Apocalypse, "Yes, sir."
His voice was just as weak as he looked next to Apocalypse. You could tell by the ways his eyes shifted that he was biting back an insult or some smart alack response. That was until they met yours again, all of the pain in them leaving and being replaced with something much more positive. A love that you'd seen many times before, making you sure that this was in fact your Remy.
Author's Note: We were a little over welp with the response on this fic !! i'm really glad you all liked it tho !! again, @genderqueerbarbie777 beta read. you should follow them !!
Summery: After you're kidnapped by The Horseman of Death, and your former lover, Gambit, you're taken back to Apocalypse's hidden base. You witness the little respect Apocalypse has for his horsemen, unable to do anything as you fight against your bindings. Now though? You're alone with the former shell of your man, his hands on your cheek, whispering...
Themes: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Previous Relationship, Betrayal, Choking (the bad kind), Crying, Cursing, Kidnapping, Panic Attacks (R's), R's a mutant/x-man (no powers described), Violence.
Word Count: 2k
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The rest of the Horsemen and Apocalypse leave the room, leaving Gambit huffing on his knees as he tries to catch his breath, eyes locked on yours. You feel the need to run to him, wrap your arms around him, things you would do for your Remy. But you couldn't, not with the bindings that held you down. "Remy?" You finally mutter, his head perking up at the sound of his name.
"Cher?" He laughed, standing up slowly. He walked towards you, the limping creature that looked and sounded and acted and even smelled like Remy. You couldn't be sure, your mind still in a daze from the last two scenes of your own personal movie. Is this really him?
You tense up at the man's gaunt hands holding your cheek. He notices your shudder and stops himself from laying your foreheads together. "I'm sorry... I had no choice, mon amour." His voice is hoarse, whispering with his head laying against the metal that you laid, binded against. He sobs slightly, true tears forming from his eyes. You watched one fall down his cheek before he speaks again.
"I had ta... 'f I didn't, I don't know what they'd do to you...?" He looked at you, his black sclera and and pink irises gaze from behind his white hair.
"Rem- you..." You choked on the his name, fighting with what your brain says and what your heart says. You know if you were free, your hands would be all over him, trying to see if he felt like Remy. Because there was nothing beside the strange new look of him that told you this wasn't the love of your life.
"Remy, dear?" You cooed out after finding him asleep in a corner of the library. He didn't even stir, clearly out of it as he drooled on the wooden table his head decided was a perfect pillow. You walk around to him, putting your hands on his shoulders and slowly wrapping your arms around him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
This made him jump awake, looking at the state of your arms tangled around him and how close you were to him. He blinks, realizing he had fallen asleep in the first place. "An' true loves kiss wakes da prince" he mumbles out, grabbing your chin and placing a soft kiss against your lips. "How are ya, mon amour?" He smiled, pressing your foreheads together.
"Better now that I've found you, dear." You smile widely, tightening your grasp around his shoulders and slumping against the back of his chair. "Come on, we're needed in the War Room." You say, nuzzling against his neck, trying to wake him up more.
"Alright, alright, cher, I get it..." He groans lowly, sitting back into you and stretching, his arms caging your head in place most definitely on purpose. He places another light kiss on your cheek before lowering his hands, using them to stand up. "Let's go den, ya?"
"Cher? What'd you say?" You snap back to the present, the ghost of your lover still there, still having the silvery skin and locks. His hand comes out to hold you again, your head jerking back at the cold touch. The face you made told Remy everything, slowly retreating backwards as his looked at you. "I-... I get it, petit... Gambit ain't like how you remember, ya? This is," he gestures to himself, "a lot ta take in."
You look at him, instinctively trying to step towards him, but the metal around your limbs stop you, tightening around you can they detect a struggle. You choke, making his eyes dart from the floor back to you. You laugh through the pain, watching as he looks over the panel you're strap to, brain working overtime to try and figure out how it works. He quickly looks at you, touching the metal around your neck.
This causes it the snap open, allowing you to breathe normally once again. You slowly turn your head toward Remy, eyes half lidded. "Go." You rasp out.
"What? What do you mean go-" you quickly cut him off.
"Before they come back to get you, dummy." You watch as he sits up, shoulders rolling back as he clears his throat. He shoots down a loving look at you before walking away. You realize what you've just done, something you would have done before his...
As soon as the door closes, you're met with darkness. The lights completely go out, leaving you alone, in a room, strapped down to some kind of metal board. It was cold, and on top of the darkness, it was terrifying. You decide to focus on your breathing.
You weren't afraid of the dark, per say, but what could creep up to you in it. In your room, it was fine. You knew what every square inch of it looked like. But now, as a hostage, you're shaking as you stare into the dark, empty room. Shapes of things you'd only barely seen before warp, turning into unrecognizable things.
In... and out. In... and out.
You reminded yourself, closing your eyes so you didn't have to try and make out your surrounds. Your head fell back against the metal, actually able to relax without the collar like metal from before. You quickly remembered the words of Apocalypse; "Your powers are useless with the bindings you're in". But he had said that when your had the neck latch on... would it be less painful to try now?
You'd try anything to get out of the dark room, your mind racing at ways you could free yourself with your powers. As soon as you moved the slightest muscle to use any of them, however, a jolt of pain ran through your body from the metal around your wrists and ankles. You scream out, eye shutting tighter.
"So what you're saying is... you found me with this?" You ask Charles, looking at the helmet of Cerebro around his head in the War Room. You can't help but chuckle at the thing, it looked so silly. But if it did work, it was amazing.
"Yes. This silly machine is how I found most of the mutants I take in." Charles responded, eyes narrowing as he repeated the word you used to describe Cerebro in your thoughts before smiling. "It's quite amazing, isn't it?"
Your mind races with questions, and you can tell Charles hears every single one as he smiles at your curiosity. Before he can pick a question to answer, someone else walks into the War Room. A tall man with auburn hair wearing a long, brown trench coat. He looks at the two of you, raising an eyebrow.
"Who's da new kid?" He asks, his Cajun drawl a little shocking. You studied him further, noting the strangeness of his eyes; black sclera and rose colored irises. He held a desk of cards between his hands, fidgeting with them, shuffling and flipping through them without even looking.
You quickly look at Charles, who nods. You introduce yourself and the Cajun smiles widely. "Nice to meetcha. Name's Remy Lebeau, but da X-Men calls me Gambit."
You wake up, panting. If the X-Men knew you were missing, wouldn't they be looking for you? Would the Professor be searching for you with Cerebro? You couldn't think of an answer before the door slide open and the lights blinded you for a few seconds.
"Ah, you're awake. That's good." The distorted voice came out of Apocalypse's mouth, guttural and as intimidating as always. He saw your neck binding was off, brows furrowing with anger. He didn't bring it up, though, thankfully. "You're going to tell me more about your fellow mutants." He said deeply, walking towards you threateningly.
"T-the X-Men? Don't you already know about them?" You ask, which made the man laugh. You tensed at the menacing sound, leaning back into the panel you were against instinctively. "What do you want?"
"I want to know about all the other's relationships with your dear 'Gambit'. Your-" he grabs your chin, tilting your head up to look at him "-love?" Your eyes widened as he stares down at you, his expression nothing but pure evil.
"Why? Y-you should already know that? He won't tell you?"
"Ah, no, Death is... still secretive, much like the real thing, yes? He's kept his smart mouth and mystery from his previous life." Apocalypse sighs as he turns his back to you, only to turn his head to meet your eye. "He remembers you fondly."
Your heart pounds in your chest at those words. Fondly? If he had such sweet memories of you, that means that he was still your Remy. He was still your Gambit, your love. You accidentally let out a nervous laughter, which intrigues the sinister man in front of you. "So you do love him still?" Apocalypse chuckles, "What an unnecessary emotion."
Your face burns at the question. Did you love this version of Remy? Or just the ghost of what he used to be before he...
"Do you not?" He cuts off your thoughts of the past. Your eyes look at him as he stands in front of you, looking down at you like a kid with a magnifying glass over an ant hill.
"I-I..." You stutter, the looming feeling of dread making you swallow the words as your eyes meet the terrifying. "I did." You finally spit out.
"And now? Do you not appreciate what I've done? I brought him back from the dead!" He laughs down at you, punching the metal right next to your head. You turned your head, closing your eyes in fear, causing the man to laugh again, "You don't like what Death has done to himself... his new look, is that it?"
The image of Remy burns into the back of your eyelids, his ghostly pale skin and silvery hair, the same black and pink eyes he had in life... The black body armor under his brown trench coat, the chain collar around his neck, matching chain bracelets that have a few links that hang off of them. It hurt just thinking of him.
"I love Remy Lebeau. That.... that's not Remy. Not my Remy." You sob out, a lone tear rolling down your cheek. You open your eyes, gasping as you see him standing behind Apocalypse. Your expression makes the latter howl with sadistic laughter.
"I told you, Death, they're weak! Everyone else but us, they're weak and will never understand our mission. Forget your pitiful life before. Then maybe we can get something done, properly, for once." He says before leaving. Your eyes are wide as you see Remy there, frozen at what you had said. You see his black and pink eyes shine with the tears in them, threatening to fall.
"Not... yours, cher?" He says, a slight chuckle as the tears pool onto the sunken orbit of his face, rolling down his cheeks. "What do you mean? Last I checked, I was Remy Lebeau, dearie." You shaked at the anger in his voice. You couldn't respond, watching his fists curl and uncurl as if debating on doing something in his head.
"I know that!" You cry out, tears steaming down your face as you sob, "I-I watched you die, Remy! I set a rose on your coffin as it was lowered into the ground! Every part of me wants to believe it's you, it does, I just-... I can't handle that." You open your eyes to look at him, his face unreadable, something you were only used to when playing poker with him.
"Mon amour..." He murmurs, looking at you. He goes to wipe your tears from your face, stepping ever so closer, but stops himself, hand turning back to a fist. He turns to the side, still looking at you softly. "Didya say you loved me 'cause ya liked da way it sounds?"
Before you can answer, his narrowed eyes leave your gaze, turning around to leave. But before he reached the door, everything starts to shake. His anger subsides immediately as he jumps towards you, an instinctive action to protect you.
The room around you is filled with a bright, red light, the door falling down and figures appearing in the smoke.
Author's Notes: i am so sorry this one is short i just couldn't think of how to continue it without another big plot device that i wanted to save for the next chapter. @genderqueerbarbie777 beta read again :3
Summery: The X-Men come to save you and meet an unfamiliar familiar face.
Themes: ANGST, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Death, Previous Relationship, Betrayal, Cameos, Crying, Cursing, Death, Kidnapping, Panic Attacks (R's), R's a mutant/x-man (no powers described), Violence.
Word Count: 1.2k
first pt , prev pt
You cough as you feel Gambit quickly undo your bindings, letting you move freely as rumble and dust fills the room. You hear voices, besides his, calling out your name. You look at the man with his arms around you, eyes wide with fear, not knowing what's happening.
"Let 'em go, bub." You hear suddenly, looking to see Wolverine come from the smoke. He pauses as he looks at Remy, tilting his head. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Back off, Logan." Remy hisses, making the other man unsheathe his claws.
"What the- Yer not da Cajun. Ya can steal his looks an' voice, but you can't-" Wolverine is cut off as he smells the air, taking a step back.
"Wolverine!" A voice from the smoke, one you recognize as Scott's. "Who are you talking to-" He looks at Remy, hand rising to his visor. "Gambit?"
Your eyes widen as you see the two X-Men in front of you, looking at Gambit as you realize what's going to happen. Gambit grabs his baton with a smirk, "Don't worry, cher, I can handle myself." He extends and spins the rod before holding it at his side.
"Gambit, no!" You yell out, grabbing his by the sleeve of his coat, "P-please, you don't have to fight with Apocalypse!"
Remy looks back at you, his smirk fading as his brow furrows. He doesn't respond as he looks at Scott and Logan, who slowly approach. Gambit backs up, shielding you with his arm as he feels you press against his back. He narrows his eyes at his ex-teammates.
"Remy, you're alive?" Scott asks, his voice breaking slightly as he looks between the two of you. "That's... impossible!" The shaky air of the situation, glancing between all of the people in front of you, you can't help my shiver.
"Gambit!" You and Scott yell out in unison, Remy being sent back with a yellow blast that came from the palm of Mister Sinister. You run over to him and cradle his face in your hands before searching for his pulse point. "Please, please, God, fuck!"
"Don't worry, cher. Gonna take a lot mo' 'an that to knock ol' Gambit down." he says weakly, using his baton to sit up, You press your hand against his chest, holding him down as you continue to make sure he's okay.
"Come on, no, you're not going anywhere." You murmur, eyes looking over him as you spot something a little too late. A terrible, stupid mistake. Gambit cries out in pain as a green, sharp plantlike object goes straight through his chest, your eyes widening as you gasp. "Remy!" You cry, tears streaming down your face.
He grabs your face, barely able to move as he sinks down to the ground, sliding deeper on the hardened, mossy wood. He laughs softly as he looks up at you, eyes wide. "Mon amour, don't cry.... Gambit's bounced b-back from... worse" He talks, blood dripping from his lips and into your palm as you cup his cheek.
You press your forehead against his, shushing him softly as your tears fall down onto his face, "No, no you're not making it out of this.... please, please.... I love you." Your voice shakes as you weep, "Please, don't go, Remy, please..."
"Like you said, petit, I ain't goin' n'where." He laughs, clearly hurting himself as he does. He looks past you as Scott stands above the two of you. "Hey, Scotty boy..."
"Gambit, I-" Cyclops starts, putting his hand over his mouth as he truly takes in the sight. "I'm so sorry-"
"Naw, it's ain't nobody's... fault." Gambit groans, clearly trying to make his last moments slightly more comfortable. His eyes gaze back into yours, his pupils dilating and the red of his irises disappearing. "Don't beat chaself up. It was bound t' happen. This Cajun been kickin' a little too easy lately."
"Don't say that, no, Remy, please." You sob, pulling back and looking at the green, harden wood spear through his chest, trying to figure out what to do. You look up at Scott, eyes bloodshot and vision blurred by the constant flow of tears. "Please, we have to do something, Cyclops! Please-" you grab Scott's legs, "-we gotta keep him alive, please..."
"Remy, please..." You put your arms around him, holding him back, "Come back with us." You whisper softly, your nose planted into his shoulder blade.
"Listen to 'em, ya don't wanna make 'em start crying like last time, Cajun." Logan said, pulling off his mask as he looked at the two of you, taking another step forward.
Gambit's eyes flicked between the two in front of him and then you behind him. He sighed slightly before crackling a smirk. "I mean, you said it yourself, cher. You don't love me." He pushes you, throwing you into Wolverine's arms as he growled slightly. "You loved da old me, and I 'ain't him' huh?"
Cyclops put his fingers back up to his visor as he looked back at Gambit, "Remy-" He starts, quickly being cut off.
"Nope. Wrong number, mon ami." Gambit laughed darkly, "Name's Death." He smirked, running a hand through his silver locks before grabbing a card, lighting it with kinetic energy before throwing towards the feet of you and Wolverine.
"God damn it, not an'ther brainwashed idiot." Logan growls, pulling you away, "Come on, you ain't in no shape t' fight." He picks you up in his arms and slowly start walking backwards, looking between Scoot and gambit. "You got this, Cyke?"
"Yeah, I can handle him. Bring them to safety and head back A.S.A.P."
"Don't gotta tell me twice." He chuckles, slipping into the still dust cloud behind you both, "Jean! Storm!" He yells out, walking towards the hole in the wall where a door used to me. You tense as you realize more of the team are here, whether it be to save you or defeat Apocalypse, you can't believe that they found you so quickly.
Even if it was true you didn't know just how long you were down there, but by the look on everyone's faces when Logan brought you to them told you anything, it was quite a while. Wolverine sets you down next to Jean, who quickly holds you upright, "You alright?"
You nod, watching Wolverine turn back towards the room. "Storm, with me. Jean, take 'em outta hear. It might get ugly."
"No, please!" You call out, reaching for Logan's shoulder, "Don't hurt him! H-he's still in there, I'm just... stupid. I upset him."
Logan's eyes narrow at you before he rolls them, putting his mask back on. "Doesn't matter. That's not Remy, not the 'ne we knew."
"But he is! He remembers everything, he remembers us. All of us, I'm sure. He remembers me, specifically. And, I'm sure he... he cares deep down." You look at Jean, your face filled with as much worry as your voice. You sniffle slightly, "Please... don't kill him."
There was a silence between the X-Men for a few seconds before one sighed. "They're right. Gambit's still, well... himself." Jean said, walking in front of Wolverine. "If anyone can convince him to come back, it's them." She nodded towards you, a soft smile on her lips.
You didn't even have to ask what she meant, and she didn't tell you. You collected yourself before standing between Jean and Logan, looking towards the room where Scott was fighting Gambit, the sounds of cards exploding and lasers hitting walls echoing through the hall. "Let's go before one of them kills the other."
