Morally Grey at Best

I'm Giles. LeBeau. As in son of Gambit. Heh, I know, right? I happened to inherit his mutant abilities, and his gambling know how... I dare you to say something about my eyes. You'll run around thinking you're a 4 year old pageant queen for the rest of your life. I spend most of my time with Red. And no, you don't get to call her that. Looks like we're going to be having a baby... Anything can happen, right?

[superpuppet-deactivated20151029]

Dean from Supernatural

by Vincent Vernacatola

[giles-lebeau]

Blaine Sinclaire

[giles-lebeau]

First Comes Love... || Redouche

He patted the side of the crib as a smile graced his lips.  The instructions that hovered in the air beside him folded itself and floated around and tacked itself in his back pocket.  It had taken him approximately 1 hour and 23 minutes to construct it by manual labor.  Mostly, anyways... only once or twice did he use mental prompting to help him in the endeavor.  Hallie's telekinesis was adept enough that she could have assembled it in seconds with a mere wave of her hand.  But he had wanted to use his hands, tactility and the like, turning the screws and bolts into place with care and adoration...

He let go of the screwdriver and it floated to the toolbox and put itself away as the apparatus closed and latched itself closed.  He looked around the room, wondering what color she would choose this time, or if a mural would take place on one of the walls.  They didn't know the sex yet, but the crib was beautiful in either case.  A thought curiously and abrasively assaulted him as he wondered if he could ask Tom to touch the walls and cause his art to sprout across the room like magic.  He needed to catch up with the man.  He shook his head, clearing the thoughts as he stooped to pick up the tool box.

When he stood up right he surveyed his workmanship one last time.  He touched the corner again, remembering when Hallie had torn apart Caleb's crib with her mind...  A sigh of resolve caused his lungs to deflate.  He was here.  He was alive.  He would make sure that didn't happen again.  Their child would be healthy and strong, and possess a family that loved her...

Giles shouldered the toolbox and strode into the living room.  He looked over to see her standing at the windows, peering down over the streets and sidewalks that encased the apartment.  He shrugged off the box and walked up behind her.

He took a hand and swiped the hair that fell over her left shoulder away, bending to plant a tender kiss on the exposed flesh just under her jaw.  His hands slipped down, winding around her and gently pressing against her stomach.

"Hey, Red."  He leaned his head forward, bumping it into hers as he smiled.  She had slipped in on him, back from a trip to the store without his knowledge.  He could become engrossed in a task if it meant enough to him, loosing track of everything else.

"It feels like you've been gone forever!" He flirted with her playfully.  His eyes found hers.  "What is it you're thinking, ma cherie?"  He winked at her as a soft smile smoothed his features.  "It pains me that your mind is the only one I'm not allowed entry to."

[xallthethingsshesaidx]

[giles-lebeau]

Strangers || Tom & Giles

[dr-alchemy]

It helped, being alone. When he was alone he could pretend for a few moments that everything was going to be okay and that he wasn’t close to his breaking point. He saw Giles as he rounded the corner and he froze, unsure of what to do. slowly he turned and began walking back in the direction he came. He and Giles had not ended on good terms and his ex had made it very clear that he did not what tom in his life. So that was what Tom had done and he was going to keep it that way.He heard Giles call his name and he cursed under his breath, pretending not to.

Giles kept talking and he had to stop and look at him, his smile strained. Seeing his old lover still made his heart hurt.Even though he’d moved on and was completely in love with another person, the memories still ached like a wound that had never quite healed.” Oh, I ..I d-d-didn’t s-see you….Hi.” His hand graced the back of his head and he tried to smile. ” I’m really good Giles, how are you?” He heard the cliché conversational piece leave his mouth and part of him wanted to laugh out loud at it. Why was it so awkward to be around someone he had once made love to?

[giles-lebeau]

Giles squinted his eyes at Tom slightly, finding that even after all this time he still had the stutter when he was in his presence.  He had known him long enough it presented itself in moments of anxiety.  He had hoped that by now they would be able to have a conversation without any pressure or anxiety.

Besides his inner musings over Tom's stutter and its meaning, he deemed the conversation had already started out as the best they had initiated in a long time.  It wasn't about them being ex's, or who someone was or why Giles had done the things he'd done...

"I'm good."  A goofy smile graced his lips.  "Really, really good actually."  Laughter spilled from him for no apparent reason other than to attest to his state of well being.  "Me and Hallie got an apartment a few months ago."  He blinked into the sunlight as he looked around, not exactly comfortable with direct eye contact.  "Best decision I've made in a long time, really."  

"How's... what's his name, uh... Richard?!"  He raised his eyebrows with expectancy, hoping he had Tom's flame's name pegged right.

[giles-lebeau]

Strangers || Tom & Giles

[To: Red

Be home later.  Dropped off your prenates RX.  Do you need anything from the store before I head home?]  

He typed into his phone, expertly avoiding the busy sidewalk pedestrians as he did so.  Winter was coming soon, and Giles was no friend to the cold.  His roots were laid in the south, and the warmer the better was his motto.  He was out of doors, soaking up every ounce of sun and warmth he could before he would recluse himself inside the apartment.  But even this thought made him smile, conceding that he would weather the cold wrapped snugly in Hallie's embrace.

Why he kept coming back to this park, he had no idea.  Mostly he was a glutton for punishment if he really thought about it.  Fate would have it that he would navigate to the exact same park bench he had once been abducted and have a sit.  As he sat there, he turned his face up to the sun.  He was warmed inside and out.  He felt the best he had in months... years, even.

Who knew a woman would set his world back on its axis.  A musing smile had turned up his lips as he slowly opened his eyes and brought his face down from basking in the sun.  Another stroke of fate would have his eyes opened to none other than Thomas Jones.

"Tom!?" The surprise left him before he could think about it.  He hadn't imagined seeing him there.  His surprise and audible blurt had him standing to his feet in sudden anxiety.  The last time he had seen him was in his labs in Stark Tower.  And he had walked out and told him to have a good life.

"I mean, hey!" He tried to right his prior shock.  "How have you been, stranger?"  His smile was a little too big and his hand was nervously rubbing through the hair on the back of his head.

[giles-lebeau]

The Job || Erika&Giles

Giles LeBeau sat cozily in a low lit corner of his favorite coffee shop.  One leg was crossed lazily over the other as he perused the newspaper that was half folded over his lap.  His eyebrows were expressive, displaying his reactions to the article he was reading.  A sip from his steaming coffee cup nearly made him look professional, and only a little dapper.

The bell of the shop rang with a knowing tone and his eyes darted up from the funnies.  Erika King swept through the door.  The corner of his mouth quirked up in an easy grin.  He was actually happy to see her.  She reminded him of himself.  Snark and sass rolled into a spitfire that had the ability to control minds.  He suddenly wondered if Remy had any siblings, but dismissed it as quickly as he thought it.

He leaned forward and folded the newspaper back into a manageable shape and plopped it onto the table his arm and coffee cup rested on.

"Well, Kiddo.  Look who knows how to clean up!" He winked at her as she joined him at the small table.  He picked the paper back up and began scanning another article.  "You sure you're up for this?"

Seemingly his dark-seeded nature had finally caught up to him in New York.  He had been approached with a job.  And with Fury dead and gone he felt free to do as he utterly pleased.  But he had been out of commission for longer than he would like to admit.  He needed an accomplice. 

And as such, Erika King was sitting across from him, talking over the morning paper and coffee.  Maybe even a scone.

[giles-lebeau]

Guess who’s back?

[shadowspectre]

OOC: Shady? Is Shady back? Should I tell a friend?

[giles-lebeau]

Nooo, it's suppose to be suave him pulling down his shades in a seductive GIles manner, emphasizing his glorious return!

[giles-lebeau]

Guess who's back?

[giles-lebeau]

[giles-lebeau]

Happy Birthday, Giles! (ooc)

And just like that, my baby has grown up, a whole year old today!

How much he has grown and changed!

Mun and muse appreciate all of you, greatly!  I can remember that time last year when tony mun was pushing me toward joining and I was soo skeptical about it. 

"Nooo, I can't write, you don't even knoooowww!"

Heh... who knew such a bender of pain was in this one, eh?

Thank you all so much for being the wonderful people you are, putting up with me, and helping me improve my writing craft!

From mun and muse:

WE LOVE YOU!

[giles-lebeau]

ooc

And thus did endeth the RiddledAU of one Giles LeBeau, in which many a mun bent the pain in honor of the feels.

So, I'm just gonna go on over and curl up in a small, tinsy tiny little ball and boo-hoo myself to sleep.

[riddledmagic]

The End of An Era || The end of a Riddled AU

[blainesinclaire]

He froze as the memories hit him, so strong it was as if he was living them there in that moment. They were almost familiar, the things he was being shown resounding deep in his heart. His heart tore, seeing the truth in front of him, knowing.

Stumbling back when Giles shoved him, he didn’t have an answer. Every word was a knife to his chest, every flash of a memory another tear to his already bleeding heart. 

Blaine knew what had to happen, knew as soon as he had the thought that it was the only answer, the only outcome that was ever possible. He walked across the room, taking GIles’ face in his hand and kissing him, one last time. He rested his forehead against his, breathing in his scent.

He didn’t open his eyes, didn’t think he could go through with it if he had to see those eyes while it happened.

"It’s ok, Giles, I know what to do. Just take care of yourself, ok? Hallie too. Swear it to me, that you wont let anything else happen to her or yourself, and that you’ll grow old and happy together." His voice broke on that last part, and he couldn’t keep his eyes closed anymore.Tears streaming down his face, he looked into the perfect blue depths of the eyes of the man he loved more than anything else, more than life itself.

"Go back, Giles. Just go back. Make things right." He could feel it then, the shift in the room. He didn’t look at himself, didn’t want to see it as he faded, as the room began to shift, to fade to black. Before he lost the ability, he whispered one last thing, then faded away completely, no longer a part of this world or any other.

"I love you, GIles LeBeau."

[giles-lebeau]

The air felt cold, his limbs numb.  At first he resisted him, but then relented and melted into the embrace Blaine gave him.  It felt wrong... Not like the times before when he knew it would happen again...  This felt like a goodbye.

"No," he sobbed into Blaine's neck and he hugged into him tighter.  "No," he could feel it now, too.  Everything was coming apart at the seams, reality rending in-two.

"Blaine, stop it," Giles sobbed, bringing his hand up to his face where he framed it, then moved it back to his neck and grasped him tight.

"I won't let you go," he began to cry in earnest.  "Don't," he shook his head, "don't do this... stop talking!"  He pressed into him and clutched him as tight as he could.  He could see the edges of the room begin to bleed into white. 

He knew it wouldn't happen.  He would lose him again.  He knew.

Blaine whispered to him and it was a knife in his heart.  Giles fell forward then as the matter that was Blaine simply dissipated.

"NO!" he screamed into an abyss of white.  "Blaine!!" he gasped as he whirled around, seeing nothing.

He closed his eyes hoping so much that it hurt that he would wake up from a horrible nightmare and roll over to kiss his love good morning.

"I love you, too..."  He whispered and the white blinked out, along with Giles.

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His eyes flew open and he gasped in a breath, a cold sweat shining across his chest.  He frantically searched his surroundings, the subtle realization that he was in his apartment finally donning on him.  He was in Hallie's room tonight, as it was the last place they had ended up.

He slid down under the sheets and rolled over to her and thread his arm through hers, shivering as the cool sheets tickled his side.  She turned to him, groggy.

"What's wrong?" She asked him, red hair spilling over her shoulder.

"Just a bad dream," he smiled at her, "go back to sleep."  He leaned up and gave her a tender kiss.  She smiled back at him, happy.

He wrapped a leg over hers and closed his eyes again, seeing hazel-green ones staring back at him.  

It made him happy, knowing a man that loved them both was watching over them.  

"Goodnight," he whispered, and drifted off to a peaceful sleep with Hallie safe in his arms.

Just like he promised.

[giles-lebeau]

Lego House, A Drabble

Giles LeBeau swept the kitchen, smiling to himself as he did so.  He mused, remembering watching old Linda Fay do the same thing.  She would dance around the kitchen with a broom in her hand and a star-struck smile would be on her lips with every sweep.  He always thought she was half a loon, doing things like that, but now, now he understood.

She must have known something, that old loon.  Some secret, some knowledge that brought her peace and happiness, much like he felt at that exact moment.  

He knew he could sweep the floor of its debris in mere moments with his mind, but the mechanics of the action were therapeutic and gave him time to think.  After he was done with the floors he moved to the kitchen counters, deciding to wash the dishes by hand than to place them in the automatic dishwasher.

He hummed a tune as he worked, washing rinsing and placing them in the drainer to dry.  Only when they were dry would he use his telekinesis to place them away in their respectful homes.

He picked up Hallie's favorite coffee mug and his smile broadened.  Flashes of the night danced behind his eyes and he blushed.  The night tried to elicit different reactions from him, but he stuffed those feelings away for now...

She was something he had never expected.  She was his friend.  She was his family.  She was his love.  And though her shape was different than what he had anticipated, the feelings he had for her were natural.  Right.  He longed for her in a way he had never felt before.

Though he thought that entertaining the thoughts so soon was too soon, he could feel that what was between them was something he had never experienced before.  Of course, she was a woman, but it was something deeper than that.  Whatever it was that tied them together was binding, complete and sturdy.

When he had concluded cleaning the kitchen he sauntered into the living room and plopped down on the sofa and propped his feet up on the coffee table.  The morning paper floated into his hand and he unfurled it, looking over the headlines.

She had been so quiet he hadn't even noticed her approaching.

He turned to her, smiling sweetly.  "Hey, I didn't hear you-" he cut off his own words, seeing her face.  His eyes followed her eyes down to the apparatus she held in her hand.  He stood and braced against the arm of the couch as he came to stand before her.  He brought the stick up to eye level and stared a hole through it.

He dropped his hands and his eyes focused on Hallie.  His mouth gaped and his eyes were wide.

The only girl he had ever done the deed with and she was handing him a positive pregnancy test.  

He kept his gaze on hers as he reached and fumbled at, and finally grasping her hand tight.  "So... What now?" he asked with a small voice, scared out of his mind with everything he knew and didn't...

[riddledmagic]

The End of An Era || The end of a Riddled AU

[blainesinclaire]

Sleep was one of the only real ways to get peace now, the last few days having been complete hell in every sense of the word. He’d tried everything, from trying to talk about it, to distractions, to ignoring it all. He couldn’t cope, couldn’t deal with his own pain, nor Giles’. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Giles weeping over the lifeless body of their friend, her broken body. Every time he slept, it was all he dreamed about.

Giles never spoke, never said anything, just wept. Silently, loudly, in the shower when Blaine forced him to do something. He wouldn’t eat, and the only thing that kept Blaine moving was because he knew he couldn’t survive if he lost Giles too. 

He opened his eyes slowly, trying to listen to see if he could figure out what Giles was doing. He knew he was up, because the other side of the bed was cold. He couldn’t hear the shower or breathing, so he sat up and looked around the room. Nothing seemed touched, and he ran his hands down his face, feeling the stubble there from days of ignoring a razor.

He rested his head in his hands, knowing he should get up, shower or go looking for Giles, but for the moment it took all of his efforts just to hold himself together. His whole world had crashed to a stop, and now he was trying to pick up the pieces without losing the last of his heart.

Pushing himself up off the bed, he shuffled to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He stripped and stepped in, letting the hot water rain down on him, wishing it could melt away the pain, the loss. After a few minutes he moved, going through the motions without really paying attention. It didn’t really matter, Giles wouldn’t care, and no one else would either.

He stepped out of the bathroom, pulling on some jeans and a tshirt with some tennis shoes, setting his mind on going to look for Giles.It might be his city, but he hoped he hadn’t run far.

Before he got the second shoe on the door burst open, and he looked up to see a frantic looking Giles. He stood, automatically heading for the other man, the distress evident in his body. He reached out to touch him, and Giles crumpled to the floor, arms wrapped around Blaine’s legs, face buried in his thigh. He could feel the wetness of tears through his pants, and knelt down, taking him in his arms, making quiet noises trying to calm him, comfort him.

[giles-lebeau]

"It's not real..."  He whispered into the hands of his lover that were cradling his face.  "None of this is real..."  He felt Blaine's healing power surge through his skin, the action healing the wounds his tears had trenched into his face.

"No," he said defiantly.  He deserved those marks, those scars.  He looked away from Blaine, unable to meet his eyes for some reason.  With everything he knew now, it was different.  It was as if he was a ghost.

His hands came up to run over the man's features.  He felt the strong jawline under his palms, the stubble that prickled his fingers.  

He brought his head forward and rested against Blaine's.

<You're dead...>  He echoed in the other man's mind.  He shared the memories he had received from the witch, everything that he had experienced that was different because he hadn't met Thomas Jones.

Tears poured from his eyes.  He thought that by now he would have worn out his tear ducts... but Blaine could heal anything, he supposed. 

Giles was angry, he shoved Blaine away.  "You son of a bitch!" he yelled at him.  "How could you have left her!  Me!!  Went and got yourself killed!!"  His eyes were wild as he stood and suddenly he dropped his face into his hands as he sobbed grossly.  

Hallie was dead, and meant more to him than he could have ever anticipated.  The man of his dreams had been dead, but now wasn't.

He dropped his hands from his face and stared into Blaine's eyes, those beautiful eyes he thought at one point in time he would never see again.  His features were pained, contorted.

"I don't know what to do anymore," he choked out.  "I never thought that I was going to see you again..."  He thought of the last time he remembered actually seeing Blaine... They had fought, and his lover's eyes had been as black as coal.

"Blaine...  I'm the cause of so much pain...  Destruction."  At least he had picked a good code name.

He began to shake his head.  "I can't..."  he waved his arms around.  "I can't do this anymore..."

[giles-lebeau]

Shattered [Riddled AU] || Redouche

[halliemcleod]

Hallie ignored the telepathic goading that Giles sent her, her concentration in full employ. Something was happening to her, something that she didn’t understand, and it was beginning to frighten her. Her mental grasp on everything was weakening, and she couldn’t do a thing. She had no idea of whether this was normal or not, having never used her powers so intensely on the offensive.

She searched her mind, rifling through the memories that had come with Ahriman at rapid speed. She could find nothing that helped her in this situation, and grew frustrated. She could sense the water coming toward her, but all she could do to spare herself was cool it, and it hit her in a riptide, no longer boiling, but warm as a jacuzzi. She staggered from the force, feeling something within her fizzle out and die. When the water receded she found herself on the ground.

There was no more that she could do. The cards seemed to fly at her in slow motion, and she could feel all of her anger, all of the hate that had spurred her to this moment slowly fading away. It seemed to seep into the ground around her, and it was evident in Giles that he was feeling what she had been feeling.

The blasts hit her like a case of bricks, but she felt nothing, physically and emotionally numb. Something in the air changed, and she could feel her own self returning to the surface, panicking and trying to backpedal. What had she done? What had Giles done? How had everything become such a big mess?

She vaguely became aware that she had blacked out, and when her eyes fluttered back open Giles was kneeling above her, looking as confused as, if not more than she felt. His hands fluttered over her broken form, unsure of what to do. She tried to sit up, but the effort sent flashes of light through her senses. She grimaced in pain. She was going to die.

And her child was going to die with her, if she hadn’t already lost it. Tears filled her eyes and she felt herself being cradled into Giles’ arms, and she was filled with an unfamiliar feeling. She ignored the screaming pain in her arms and brought them up to cradle her stomach, grief etched across her features. She looked up at Giles, trying to convey through her eyes what she couldn’t put into words.

"I’m- so sorry." She said, her voice hoarse and broken. That was all she could manage. A tear slipped from its peers and ran its way down her face, as if trying to escape the magnitude of feeling that she was radiating. She shook her head in protest, opening her mouth to make some kind of amends.

The color slowly seeped from the world, and the last thing that Hallie saw was the horrified and grief stricken face of her best friend. Her hands fell limply, and her gaze became unfocused until she was staring glassy eyed at nothing, seeing nothing, feeling nothing. She died before she could register the broken sobs of anyone around her.

[giles-lebeau]

The cards were spent, the explosions over.  The space was silent, devoid of any noise save for the babbling of the fountains.

"Hallie?" he whispered, out of breath.  He stopped breathing...  She wasn't moving...  "R-Red?"  He whispered again, his voice just barely louder than the bubbling water.  His sense had been returned to him, the world no longer colored in black and red.

Why wasn't she moving?  What had he done?

"Hallie," he whispered at her more desperately.

He became un-hinged when she finally moved.  Within the span of his next intake of breath he was hovering over her, holding out his hands over her bruised, bloody and broken body, wanting to help but not knowing how.

A blow worse than anything she could have dealt him hit him when she tried to move...  He knew, could feel it...  The life was slipping out of her.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Hallie!"  he yelled her name, slumping down and mentally pulling her up into his arms.  Her arms fitted themselves over her stomach, cradling it.  The tactility let him connect with her mind, and his eyes widened.  

He couldn't speak, only cry.  He wiped at the tears that slid down her face.

"It's okay," he cooed at her, forcing himself to smile.  "It's okay... nothing to forgive..."  He sucked in a ragged breath, one that was caught on a sob.  "Blaine.  Blaine will be here... It'll be okay."  He laid his free hand over the ones she had placed on her stomach.  "It's going to be okay," he assured her again.

"Hallie" he whispered to her.  He felt the connection to her mind flicker, a strange and terrible sensation.  Her eyes gazed up at him and she was no more.

"Hallie?" he asked as he turned his at her, confused.  "Hallie?", softer this time.  He surged his telepathy, finding nothing... a blank and empty void where he had just held his best friend.

"HALLIE!"  he cried desperately.  He took her by the shoulders and her head dangled limply.  He shook her.  "God dammit, HALLIE!"  

He devolved into hysterics.  Gently he laid her down and stood, turning wild eyes up to the sky.  He began to whirl around, searching.

"BLAINE!"  He called.  "BLAINE!!"  He blubbered out the last calling, desperately hoping the healer would appear.  He stumbled back over to her, falling at her side and grasping her hand.

"No, Hallie, dammit!!"  He was barely coherent, words spilling out in ugly sobs.  "He'll come, he'll heal you...  It'll be okay."

But he knew... he knew that Blaine Sinclaire could not heal the dead.  Pieces of statue, the rubble they had created began to swirl around him, a physical tornado of emotion.

He was defeated... Spent.

Shattered.

He hugged into himself, hoping the pressure would keep his chest from exploding.  He began to rock back and forth before her, staring into her lifeless eyes.

At first he thought a piece of the rubble had bumped into his shoulder from his telekinetic storm, but he turned to find green eyes looking over the debacle. 

Fresh tears streaked down his face as he launched himself off the ground and entangled the man.

"Blaine," he said shakily as he pulled back.  "Ha-hallie...", he moved out of the way.  "Just... Blaine, heal her!" he shoved him toward her.

"Heal her," he blubbered, still hugging himself.  He gave Blaine an incredulous look.  "What are you doing?" he questioned.

"HEAL HER!"  he screamed.  "Heal her, or I swear to God, Blaine Sinclaire..."  

His hysterics became so much that he blacked out, slipping out of time, refusing to deal with a reality he himself had shattered.

When he would wake again he would ask Blaine where he was, and tell him of the terrible nightmare he had... only to be told what he thought could only be possible in a nightmare was his reality...

That Hallie McLeod was dead, and by his own hand.

[giles-lebeau]

Just Stahp These Real Life Feels.

Don't go, Red...

[fuckinarightidid]

Visit Original Link

I could show you love In a tidal wave of mystery You’ll still be standing next to me You could be my luck Even if we’re six feet underground I know that we’ll be safe and sound We’re safe and sound

[giles-lebeau]

In which i see Giles and Hallie dancing around with each other to this song in various states of undress.