an independent, selective rp blog for marvel x-men’s REMY LEBEAU aka GAMBIT. contains mature themes — tagged accordingly. based on comic lore, loose x-men ’97, xtas, & marvel rivals influences. chargé par bun, she / her, mst.
sporadic activity. multi-ship, canon, crossover + oc friendly. will write with non-mutuals ! blog header banner by hcrctic ♥
he keeps a watchful eye on 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤 , knowing just how deadly the perfectly played hand could be in the hand of 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭 , he was always dealing , always stealing and in a way , quill could 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. Everyone had to make a living somehow , but was peter really gonna let something like that 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 ? What kinda leader would he be if he just let him take his things like it was nothing ? ---- 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓
❛ Ahhh , Remy , 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲 ? did ya say that you wouldn't even if you 𝐬͟𝐭͟𝐢͟𝐥͟𝐥 had it ? cause y'know that wasn't just any magical space rock or anything. , that was a 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 magical space rock , like end the galaxy in a hail of fire and brimstone type of space rock.... ❜ There's audible distress to his words , palm pressed against his forehead , finger spread as he massages his temples a bit.
❛ that was one of the 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 dude , really... 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 dangerous things that i had been hired to gather and give over to someone that would keep em' outta the 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. a sudden realization dawns on the defacto leader of the guardians of the galaxy , blinking a few times as he aims a glance at la beau.
Voice is low , walking to the nearest table and rests his palm against it , hunched over. ❛ So , you uhh... you 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 huh ? did you uhh...happen to remember who because i might need to hire you to pull off a heist to get that back...only problem is....well. i don't have any 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬 so it'd have to be a paid upon completion sorta deal.... ❜
"Mhmm?" Seeing the concern in Quill's eyes told him all he needed to know. Message received.
"Oh! No wonde'a de pay was so good." Remy shrugs, shoving his cards back into his pocket and getting to his feet. He watches as the colour drains from the other man's face, all the while, the thief is grinning.
Before Quill can blow a gasket, he defuses the situation.
"Now don' be gettin' yo' draws in a tizzy, homme. De chaoui's got it," Remy comes to his side, patting the left of the blond's face, "Rocky."
What an elaborate ruse, but if he was able to cause a little trouble to get a buddy's point across, who was he to say no?
"Been tryin' t'get ya'll t'spend a li'l a' dat cash ta upgrade dat dere security a' yers. Now ya'll're broke? Wut betta way t'strike fear in de hearts a' de ignorant den t'hire a maste'a t'ief, non? Least now ya'll got foolproof data." Remy had a reputation for a reason, but if they were going to be in charge of the infinity stones, they should have the security to keep them out of the wrong hands.
"Didn' even need t'blow not'in' up, says a lot. Ya'll're slackin'."
@dxrkeyes asked: "So how long it take 'fore ye noticed yo' ID was missin', homme? Got you a few mo' fans by de way, de rien."
🦻 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ: ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ 🇫🇺🇱🇱 🇧🇦🇹🇹🇪🇷🇾 — ❝ When I went for my hotel key and didn't find it. And I couldn't pay for a replacement because my credit card was gone. I had to call ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ and tell him my wallet got stolen, you Pepé Le Pew asshole. I had to fill out forms for why I was responsible enough for another Avenger's ID and give it to ᴛᴏɴʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ. ❞
"Ah, ain't nothin' like dinne'a paid wit' someone else's money." Remy coos, not a lick of remorse in his voice.
Oh boo-hoo, if he couldn't even keep track of his wallet while out being a superhero, maybe he deserved to have it stolen, "Also stole one'a Stark's suits if it makes ya feel any betta?" He couldn't hold back a snort.
"Mais, I was pretty busy dat month, hein? You feelin' responsible now M'sieur Barton? Mebbe I steal yo' bow next."
As kids his cousin was low-key useless man, Remy had to do everything and all that just for Etienne to get bopped in the head by debris and drown when he did use his powers 😭
If they had to describe their love in a word, it would have been unconventional.
Remy could add a thousand more words and it still wouldn't suffice, there wasn't enough vocabulary in any language to express how he felt about his Rogue. It had done a great deal in teaching him patience and self-acceptance, changed him for the better, something he'd forever be grateful of her for. From being a man who wanted everything for himself, to being one who wanted everything for someone else.
He'd joke about stealing the moon for her, along with the sun, the stars, and everything else that resided up in the heavens. Everyone else be damned—if it was possible in any way, he'd do it in a heartbeat.
For a long time, that was all they could feel of each other: a heartbeat. A palm over covered chest, a gloved hand to his cheek that he could feel the warmth through, and yet it still felt a mile away. They were close and yet they could never be as close as they truly wanted to be, not without the harm that accompanied her gifts. He had learned that the hard way, intentionally every time, and the coma was worth it.
He had long accepted that never touching could very well be their reality for as long as they were together, it never dampened his love for her. A soulmate was a rare thing, so much more than the superficial. To truly know someone was a matter that was more than skin deep, and if there was anyone on this Earth that understood the chaotic inner workings of one Remy LeBeau, it was Rogue.
All the days of blood, sweat, and tears had paid off. The day he could confidently lay his touch on her bare skin, feel the softness, the comfort, and the longing of it just as he had imagined, all of her own volition. Something that so many people took for granted, he cherished every opportunity given to him, and he used those opportunities to show her that touch wasn't only pain or fear, it could be love and pleasure too.
It could be revering every inch of her, from the curve of her brow to the tips of her fingers. Committing to memory what made her heart race, what calmed her, what pleased her. It could be passionate and carnal, as she was now, whenever he was inside of her. He was always observant then, fulfilling her needs long before his own. She was all-consuming and everything he wanted and needed, all else falling away but her.
His lips leave tender trails on her flushed skin, her fingers combing and tugging at his hair, hips rocking into her that desperately chased the high they'd no doubt both reach. The sweet, divine sounds spilling from her setting his blood alight.
She guides his hand between them and he obliges, stroking firm and sure at the swell of her apex. She comes apart then, and he smiles over her, not that far off himself.
"Right so, mon coeur," he shifts forward, just enough to angle her up off the mattress, "je n'y rêverais jamais, not wit' you layin' pretty."
He kisses her, driving his thrusts deep and at a pace he knows will satisfy her. He chuckles lightly in regards to himself, how she was the only one to get him to unravel so easily.
He kisses at her temple, and along her hairline, rapture exhaled into the ivory locks, "Can neva get 'nuff a' ya."
Here’s a question: What are your LEAST FAVORITE X-Men comics/iterations of Gambit from them, if you have any?
// Ooof yeah there's a few. Working so I can't pull up the exact issues but I might add them later.
Mostly in his older solo comics. I understand it's because they're a product of their time (60s...70s...type deal). He was depicted as a womanizer and smoked heavily, mainly because that was what was considered cool at the time. He was supposed to be the mysterious, suave newcomer to the X-men, so that was the character trait they used.
tw: s.exual a.ssault & pe.do shit under the cut
Also the way that they emphasized him being handsome/a beautiful man led to some really creepy interactions, some were him being s.exually a.ssaulted and it was played off as a joke (because back then people only associate that with women). He's 22/23 and a senior woman is blatantly drooling over him and commenting on how she'd rather see him in less/no clothing. He's groped w/o his consent and a cop smacks him on the butt.
Another instance is when he's 15/16 and Candra, an adult, is flirting with him while she's cradling his face. At 17 he's encouraged to use sex as a way to complete his thieves guild trial/heist. It's different when he's an adult but like he's A MINOR at the time. IT'S A LOT.
I have qualms about his most recent comics too but that's mostly because of the writers he gets. Some are better at depicting him than others; like he's always been head over heels for Rogue, and we joke about him being a male-wife with her being the stronger one of the two of them, but some writers take that too far with domesticating him. As much as I love the Outliers, Remy is the Guildmaster of an international crime ring of thieves but he's mostly at home looking after kids, even in his old age. Wasted potential imo.
That's part of the reason why I have his main verse take place around the time he first becomes an X-man and just before Krakoa because of the weird writer's shift lately.
"Self inquires if selffriendGambit could consider taking self on as a pupil... Self has always let self's true emotions go undisguised, but self is intrigued by the concept of a so-called 'poker face.' Query: should self start by learning the Earth game poker? Will becoming prodigious at this game allow self to conceal self's emotions from those that self does not wish to share with? Self does not know when such a skill might be of use... But self suspects having it will take self's enemies by surprise."
"Franchement, smilin' o' stone-faced, t'ink dey be mo' caught off guard by de fact you's uh..." Remy gestures to Warlock's form, "Well you, mon ami."
Because how many people had actually seen a Technarch? Aside from the kick he had gotten out of imaging him playing poker, he wondered if there were levels to his question.
"Don' mind teachin' ya poke'a, but is it jus' enemies you worried 'bout showin' dat emotion to, o' friends?"
chin in palm, she flicks a strand of his hair with the opposite hand, “ so, how do you want to be addressed? remz, remsters, rem-noxious, rem-diculous, ratatouille, rem-aldo… ” she could go on for days, “ remitto, rem-stinkers, rembit, ribbit…? ”
"Uh-uh, Remster be taken, ain't got privileges fuh dat one. De fuck 're de last quatre?" The mutant pulled a face, "Remy o' Gambit, prefer'bly de latte'a, 'cause where you findin' de audacity fuh nicknames, femme? Ye betta put it back."
A taste of his own medicine it seemed, like why Storm hated the one he had given her.
"Can borrow it if y'like." It was age appropriate, he mainly enjoyed the book because of the lessons in it.
She then brought up the revelation that she had never actually had anyone read to her before.
"Naw? You ain't join de othe'a kids when Marcus was readin' t'em?" Then again, maybe she wasn't all that interested in hearing about monsters and heroes like the others were. Fair enough.
"Y'want me t'read it t'you in English o' Français?"
