Gambit jus' bein' Gambit

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#𝑮𝑴𝑩𝑰𝑰𝑻𝑺 : an independent, selective, & deeply private solo archive devoted to Remy LeBeau — the thief, the traitor, the lover, the loaded deck. born from smoke, sin, & stolen chances. est. 11.15.25. || mutuals only · 21+ to interact · do not follow unless you seek genuine connection. Personals, kindly refrain. content warning: violence, seduction, thievery, manipulation, kinetic energy, gambling, trauma, death, desire, & the fallout of bad decisions. penned by boba / outlaw · 28 · she/her · pst.

A STUDY IN : men built from charm & danger, who grin through heartbreak, kiss like confession, & walk the thin red line between salvation & sin. a soul stitched with secrets — raised by shadows, guided by luck, punished by loyalty. the ache of belonging, the thrill of running, the pull of love he ain’t sure he deserves.

this is a portrait of GAMBIT — a man bound by magic, mischief, & the gamble of a heart that won’t stay dead, haunted by the past, tempted by the future, & always one breath away from trouble.

i. carrd (wip) ii. headcanons iii. aesthetic iv. memes

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Sorry for the silence ... Muse has been very low --!! been on my OC blog for the time being.

[shoogachi]

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“An’ t’ink on dis, chère… no matta how busted-up New Awlins get, yeah? Dat city always crawl back on its feet wit’ music in its lungs, fire in its bones, an’ a lil’ bitta sin still smilin’ in its teeth.”

[absorbslife-deactivated20260426]

the belle crossed limbs over each other , her expression twisted into disdain , ❝ what do ya' think , cajun ? ah swear , ya're too big for yer britches sometimes . ❞

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He currently had five little kittens on him — two perched on his shoulders, one settled right atop his head, another clinging stubbornly to his coat, & the last (and seemingly most pleased of all) curled sweetly within both of his palms. “...Ouì, but how could Ah say non to dis li’l face, chérie?” he murmurs thickly, lifting the kitten cradled in his hands. A beautiful shade of emerald in her gaze, her calico fur a soft, mismatched storm of color. “Looks like you, non? Might jus’ call her Miss Anna-Marie Jr.”

[caosenelviento]

Gambit

By Koosha Karimi

[apolytia]

❝ The title fits you well. You wear it as surely as it wears you. I will not deny you. ❞ Though, truth told, that was not the point she'd inferred initially. . . and she could sense that he knew that. Just as surely, she sensed that the answer she'd been given was one she ought to content herself with.

For now. Arms cross beneath her plate, and the smile she wore for him was tinted black; warm and welcoming like the sun far and away from her. ❝ Did you choose Gambit? Or was it chosen for you? ❞

the road thus traveled, by @gmbiits

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My — well… she is a breathtaking woman, no doubt, with a spirit that gleamed brighter than any golden hour over the bayou. That glow of hers lingered, soft & stubborn, like sunlight caught in river mist. He dips his head in a small, appreciative bow, a faint smile tracing the curve of his mouth. “& i, chére… can say de same f’you.” Gambit tucks the deck of cards back into his coat pocket, fingertips brushing the worn edges with habitual ease. “Wonder Woman, mm…” his voice rolls low, warm as molasses. “A wonder o’ a woman, f’sure.” he pauses for a moment before answering her question. “Picked it m’self… befittin’ f’de kind o’ man Gambit is." A soft huff slips past his lips… something between a laugh & a knowing exhale, amusement glinting in those crimson eyes. “Now… y’turn, chére — ’tough, can’t say I’d be too surprised by how y’got yer name.”

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@absorbslife random ahh starter bc hello

"Now, lissen… p’haps dat wasn’t de best décision, non… but it can’t all be dat bad now, can it, chère?"

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"That’s   not   your   real   name."

FIRST   LINE   PROMPTS 

A steady deck of cards flicks aimlessly from one hand to the other… goin’ overhead in a practiced arc as crimson irises lift toward the woman. “Non…? Y’mean t’tell me Gambit don’t fit dis face, chère?” he drawls, one brow ticking up with that lazy, dangerous sort of charm. Only a few ever knew Remy; had to keep that lil’ detail tucked away (too many debts, too many shadows, & a whole lotta trouble still lookin’ for him…)

[thetinyscald-blog]

Mr & Mrs X

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"Need   a   light?"

FIRST   LINE   PROMPTS 

Gambit swept his hands down his coat … then his pockets … then every hidden seam he’d ever used to stash something dangerous or useful. Nothing. Not even the ghost of a lighter. He exhaled sharply, annoyance tugging at the corner of his smirk. “Merde…” he muttered beneath his breath.

Sure, he could’ve lit the cigarette with the faintest spark of kinetic charge —( child’s play, really )— but there was something ritualistic about a lighter’s ( click & burn. ) A slight flare of real flame felt… grounding. The man who made explosions for fun still preferred a touch of old-world theater.

He was on the verge of giving in, ready to accept defeat at the hands of his own damn pockets, when a soft shift in the air tilted his attention upward. An unexpected angel, haloed in streetlight, lingered just a few paces off… close enough to see his struggle, far enough to make the moment feel almost staged. Gambit’s grin curled slowly & deliberately, much different than what was previously plastered on his expression. “Well… jus’ when I t’ought m’day couldn’t sink no lower, looks like de fates finally slipped a good card in m’deck, non?”

[keithdontpanic]

Gambit and Rogue from last year

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I am here & active !! Just been busy grinding lord on Gambit (which i got....... :3c) dsfasdf will be answering & making those remainder starters soon! <3

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›        FIRST   LINE   PROMPTS       

"You’re   not   on   the   list."

"Need   a   light?"

"You   dropped   this."

"Is   that   your   drink   or   mine?"

"You're   late."

"I   thought   you'd   be   taller."

"You   always   stare   like   that?"

"They   told   me   not   to   trust   you."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   you."

"You   clean   up   well."

"You   look   lost."

"Haven’t   we   met?"

"Not   what   I   imagined."

"Are   you   following   me?"

"You’re   not   from   around   here."

"You’ve   got   something   on   your   cheek."

"Mind   if   I   cut   in?"

"You're   sitting   in   my   seat."

"I   was   warned   about   you."

"That’s   a   dangerous   smile."

"This   seat   taken?"

"You're   the   distraction."

"Why   are   you   looking   at   me   like   that?"

"You're   early."

"You're   late   on   purpose."

"First   time   here?"

"Try   the   champagne."

"That   color   suits   you."

"You're   exactly   how   I   pictured   you."

"We’re   not   supposed   to   talk."

"We   shouldn’t   be   seen   together."

"Do   I   know   you?"

"That   watch   doesn’t   match   your   suit."

"You’re   not   very   good   at   hiding."

"Someone’s   been   asking   about   you."

"Thought   you’d   never   show."

"You   have   good   taste   in   music."

"Don't   turn   around."

"Guess   we’re   partners   now."

"You   shouldn’t   be   here."

"Do   you   believe   in   fate?"

"You’re   late.   I   almost   left."

"That’s   my   drink."

"I   think   you’re   in   the   wrong   place."

"Your   cover’s   slipping."

"Tell   me   that   wasn’t   on   purpose."

"Are   you   going   to   apologize?"

"Care   to   dance?"

"That’s   quite   an   entrance."

"You   always   this   bold?"

"I’ve   heard   of   you."

"You’re   not   easy   to   find."

"You   look   nervous."

"Sit.   Please."

"You   read   the   file?"

"You   shouldn’t   trust   me."

"Nice   aim."

"We   weren’t   supposed   to   meet   yet."

"You   took   your   time."

"So,   you’re   the   infamous   one."

"Someone's   been   watching   me."

"Your   timing’s   suspicious."

"You   look   like   trouble."

"That’s   a   nice   trick."

"I’ve   been   looking   for   you."

"Are   you   hurt?"

"They   didn’t   say   you’d   be   charming."

"You   always   arrive   like   this?"

"That’s   classified."

"Don’t   trust   the   bartender."

"You're   bleeding."

"You   have   five   minutes."

"Where’s   your   partner?"

"I   wasn’t   briefed   on   you."

"You   have   terrible   timing."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   company."

"I   thought   you   were   a   myth."

"You   look   bored."

"I   saw   you   watching   me."

"You're   not   like   the   others."

"So,   you're   the   backup?"

"Try   not   to   get   killed."

"That's   a   dangerous   dress."

"You   don't   belong   here."

"We   meet   at   last."

"That’s   not   your   real   name."

"You   weren’t   followed,   right?"

"We’ve   never   met.   Officially."

"Don’t   say   my   name."

"Is   this   seat   cursed   too?"

"No   sudden   moves."

"We’re   alone   now."

"Take   off   the   mask."

"I   know   what   you   did."

"Who   let   you   in?"

"You’re   prettier   in   person."

"You’re   not   what   I   expected."

"You   shouldn’t   smile   like   that."

"Don’t   flatter   yourself."

"What   took   you   so   long?"

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@anmaries liked for a starter:

"De night still young, ma p’tite… how ’bout we go fo’ a lil’ drahv, hein? Non?"

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Starter call!! :3 gonna be small

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@personaei liked for a starter:

“What’s sittin’ heavy in dat pretty head o’ yers, doll?” Gambit asked, brow tipping up in that way that said he’d already read the shift in their mood. He’d caught that dimming spark; the quiet ache tucked behind their eyes, & it didn’t sit right with him. (Not when it came to Rogue.) He steps in closer, voice low & warm like dusk on the bayou. “C’mon, chère… talk t’me. Lemme know what’s gnawin’ at ya, hein?” A soft smirk tugs at his lips. “Gambit can whip up some fresh beignets… hot ’n dusted sweet.” He tilts his head, eyes glintin’. “Ain’t nev’a had a bad day dat beignets couldn’t fix, oui?"