ind. priv. sel. canon divergent remy lebeau
18+ for violence, substance abuse, ambiguous morality,
general nsfw, & other potentially dark content
dead dove ; do not eat
a side-blog to @senpaichan
originally est. 06.2011
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essentially, don’t be a dick and don't be foul and we’ll be fine.
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"How's my accent coming along? I've been practicing with the kiddos." She explained as she fastened her seatbelt and got comfortable in the seat. She pulled out her own sunglasses and slipped them on. The car was quite the stunner, and the students had all gathered at the windows to see what the noise was about, excitedly pointing it out to one another as if the school didn't have a jet. "I reckon they'll be flocking to ask for joyrides when we get back." She joked as the car began out of the drive.
"Accent soundin' good. If y' wanna try dat pure French we c'n give it a shot but t'ought y' wanted t' have a fun day out an' not do some extra schoolwork." Remy teased, quietly pleased with the students and their admiration of the car. Some things never changed. He knew he'd been a little obsessed with the cars and motorcycles his brother drove and then taught him how to drive. It was a little like giving back.
"Ain' mind takin' dem 'round de block a few times so long as none'a dem other staff gonna try t' do somethin'." The Cajun continued, turning onto the highway towards the city. "So y' t'inkin' lunch an' den shoppin'r dinner after? Could go either way. Anywhere y' wanna go dis all fo' y', an' dis one payin'."
@itsbeentwelveyears is taking wanda shopping for her birthday.
Wanda smiled as the car came zooming into the courtyard before the school. She waited until it had stopped and swung the door open. "Bonjour." She teased as she slipped into the seat. "Do me a favour, don't tell me where this car is from. Just don't get us arrested for grand theft auto on my birthday." She joked.
"Bonjour," he agreed with a little grin and lowered sunglasses so she could see the wink. "Don' y' fret now, ain' plannin' on gettin' either'a us arrested." So he didn't bother telling her that he owned the sporty little car and that even if he didn't he wouldn't steal one that would be so easily reported stolen. "An' happy Birt'day, m'amie. Glad t' be takin' y' out fo' dat shoppin' trip we was talkin' 'bout." Even if he still hadn't used the visitor's entrance just yet.
Remy revved the engine and made a show of peeling away from the Institute in the daylight. Maybe it was a bad example for the kids, but he planned on making everything as fun as possible start to finish.
Magnus returned the kiss, holding Remy's chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I'm sure there will be plenty who will be jealous of me as well, with the beauty I will have on my arm." He stroked his thumb over Remy's cheek, squeezing the Cajun's hand at the same moment.
Magnus started for the door, keeping Remy's hand in his. He wasn't willing to let go of it, not for a moment. "We'll have the whole rest of the night after we get back for you to take this suit off me, one piece at a time. For now, let's have some good food, good wine, and a nice time."
Out of the hotel room, and down to the Lobby— Magnus had been sure to book everything under a pseudonym, of course. No need to risk their night being ruined by someone out to get Magneto or Gambit, of all people. Just Magnus and Remy, instead. Hopefully, that would give them a worry free dinner.
Sliding into the back of the towncar, Magnus wrapped his arm around Remy, casually possessive. "I've heard the food at this restaurant is excellent. Hopefully it lives up to both our standards." He winked at his lover.
Being somewhere other than the assorted bases or compounds or -- lately -- that Institute was exciting. Not that Remy didn't go out on his own all the time. Not that he didn't have something of a life outside of waiting around for jobs and heists and whatever else he needed to fill the hours and hours and hours of his time.
Still, he was thrilled to be going out like a normal couple. He hadn't been out with a partner on a regular date in a while and it was fun.
He leaned into the embrace in the back of the car, hand easily landing on Erik's thigh while they were driven. "Ain' doubt dat it gonna be good. An' if it ain' at least we went t' find out an' we c'n a'ways pick up burgers'r somet'in' on de way back."
Feeling a little sentimental he pulled out his phone and took a selfie of the two of them in their suits, not sure he would keep it but at least he could have it for a little while. "So other'n hearin' dis place good, anyt'in' else t' know 'bout dis place?"
Magnus couldn't help a smirk at Remy's words. The fact that the Cajun had been momentarily stunned when he'd walked in helped too. Magnus turned from the mirror, a hand on his hip as he looked at his lover.
"You can ruin the suit after dinner all you like. It took me forever to get these reservations, and we're not missing them." He did moved closer to cup Remy's cheek as he leaned in to give him a soft kiss.
"But I take it from your reaction that I picked a good one— the tailor said the asymmetry was very in right now." And who would ever doubt Jumbo Carnation himself?
"Are you ready? Because if you are, we should head out. Our car is waiting for us."
Leaning up into the kiss he almost gave in to pouting while his hands slid around that well-dressed waist. "Y' picked a good one. Y' tailor knew exactly what he were doin'." He agreed and looked the older man up and down. "Ain' sure dis one wanna ruin de suit but maybe give de dry cleaners a run fo' dey money."
He knew it had taken a lot to get the reservation and he was excited to go out. However he had plenty of ideas on how to make the evening plenty interesting staying in. It was a tough call.
Remy sighed and leaned up for another kiss before taking Erik's hand. "Fine, since y' made dem reservations an' all. Guess we gonna get in dat car an' go out all proper befo' we come back." He wasn't pouting but he was playing at it, just for the fun of it. Then, with a little grin, he added, "Guess I gotta go out an' show off dis handsome man in his new suit an' make all'a de other people jealous."
Magnus dusted himself off, though there wasn't a speck on the purple suit. He turned this way and that before the mirror, giving a hum. "Remy, how does this look?" He called, trying to draw his lover into the room.
They were going out.
He knew they'd moved from just no-strings-attached hookups to something more, especially after meeting Charles and that whole near fiasco. But it was one thing to know that and another to actually experience going out not as Gambit and Magneto but as Remy and Erik. And it was close enough to Valentine's Day that he was more than a little tickled.
Remy had procured a nice charcoal grey suit, his pocket square his signature fuchsia but otherwise relatively understated. The sunglasses would be necessary even if Erik had made his opinion about them known but he wanted to have a nice night and maybe forget they were fighting against all of humanity to be allowed to exist.
At least until they finished the appetisers.
Summoned by the question, he strolled back into the room adjusting his cufflinks and stopped in his tracks. He'd expected something simple and immediately wondered why he thought he'd ever see the man in something simple.
The cut of the suit was more than flattering, not too tight but accenting his broad shoulders and slimmer waist though the asymmetrical tails did hide what was an absolutely marvelous asset in at least one Cajun's opinion. Silver and purple and that vest had to be silk and-and-and--
"Well shit." Remy said inelegantly, leaning in the doorway, "If y' lookin' dat good ain' know if we gonna make it out."
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If he does that thing with his lip one more time I might just suck his dick right here in the middle of everything. I don't care who sees, that fucking thing with his lip is too goddamn hot...
Remy watched him from across the room, some stuffy thing for the Avengers that he was expected to attend after their public appearance at Pride. Surely there had to be some kind of private office or something around here somewhere.
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Next time he fucks me I'm going to ask him to leave the gloves on, bet they'd feel good around my neck.
Remy watched as Erik gestured to the map, the display, and gave very specific instructions for their mission he was going to absolutely need to know later. Oh well. He'd just have to figure it out on the fly.
[ ϟ ]— The silence that followed after the call ended gnawed at him further, worry turning inward and the mulling over returning in full force, wondering if he had let something take root that now reached too deep, too fast, into the marrow of his being.
Walking beside him to the edge of the village Valkyrie had utilized all her patience whilst he talked, and explained, her presence a steady counterweight to the storm inside the broad chest. Listening without interruption at first, keen eyes noting everything, especially the unease that lingered. The longing had not been named out loud, yet he did not need to do so, and once finished the clasp upon his shoulder was one that was both comforting and coaxing.
' You've done enough moving and pretending you're fine,' and her voice had carried the barest hint of mirth. ' Go. Tend to whatever it is you're circling like a wounded animal. The realms won't collapse if Thor Odinson takes a day or two to... adjust.'
It felt as permission, even though they both knew it was far from it.
Leaving part of all duties at the threshold thunderer carried injuries and yearning back to the quiet of the Compound as quickly as he could, and there each motion was deliberate, restrained, as though he were preparing for more than company alone. The space felt vast and hollow despite its humble size, and when the knock came he had already been striding to the door.
On the other side Remy stood with an air of weariness and uncertainty about him, exhaustion etched into the slope of his shoulder, and relief surged through the Asgardian form, bright and almost overwhelming, a languid breath drawn in to steady it.
' There you are...' and the greeting is gentle, the stepping aside quick, and gaze fell upon the carrier backpack, warmth gentling the god's expression. ' And the fierce guardian too...'
There was no rush; hands are careful, easing the straps from Remy's shoulders, guiding him inside as though he had not stepped foot in there before.
' You are tired, ' and it is stated more as truth rather than a question.
Gaston was settled, with low murmured praises as the kitten was freed, the small head receiving several strokes from the thunderer's thumbs. Only when the feline wiggled and demanded release was he placed upon the cushions of the couch, and straightening after the gentle act Thor looks at the mutant for a moment before gathering the man in his arms firmly. There were no words, not yet at least, only a curling and shaping of a hold that felt long overdue.
Remy tried to smile, tried to greet Thor properly, but all he wanted to do was fall apart. He was mildly proud of keeping his composure through being shown in and having Gaston freed. He saw the little kitten curl up instantly on one of the couch cushions, completely unbothered by the trip, and was happy for that.
Then Thor had him in his arms and he pulled the thunderer in, holding him tighter than was necessary and certainly tighter than was comfortable. Remy hid his face against Thor and took a few unsteady breaths.
"Real good t' see y' again." He managed after a few moments, even though his fingers still dug into muscle. "De food still comin'."
That didn't matter, his appetite for food less than his appetite for comfort.
Maybe it would have been different if they'd had a chance to spend time together before the X-Men had to go finish clearing the scene. If he'd had the time to hold Thor and comfort him and take care of his wounds. But instead they were still both shaken and needed one another.
"Am tired." Remy agreed after a few moments. "Real tired, cher. Need t' get Gaston set up but y' t'ink we maybe c'n... c'n we jus' go on t' bed?" Screw the food. He just needed Thor.
"If I say yes, what are we doing with t-rex bones?"
"So glad y' asked dere, Stormy. See what we do is take dem t-rex bones an' keep 'em safe fo' 'bout a year den we put 'em right back like ain' nothin' happen."
❝ you don’t have to pretend to be fine, if you need me to stay i will. ❞ - pietro
STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS // Accepting
Three weeks after their encounter with the Sentinels and he could not sleep.
He had not been sleeping well since Pietro collapsed on the way back, the image of him limp and pale---er than normal in medical burned on the inside of his eyelids. The speedster had recovered but it had been far, far too familiar. A fifteen year flashback in the flesh that had left him more than a little shaken even while he was still trying to convince everyone that he deserved to be there. That he was okay. That he was safe.
Breathing exercises weren't cutting it. Journaling wasn't cutting it. Every time he jerked awake seeing blood where there hadn't been or not finding a pulse or running forever as the Sentinel bore down on Pietro over and over and over again, he wanted a drink.
That was the thing about being back that was most familiar. He knew that for the rest of his life he would struggle against the urge to take a drink where one was too many and two wasn't enough but he hadn't felt craving on that level in years. And now, in front of the person who mattered the most, he was struggling.
"Thank you, Doctor. I'll call again next week." Remy said, finishing his two-am phone call. He'd neglected his weekly therapy appointments, It had made sense when he first started to have morning appointments, something to finish and then the rest of the day could be for processing, but thanks to the time zones he was finishing his day right when it felt like it should be getting started.
Which totally helped with his lack of sleep. Absolutely.
He hung up the phone and let out a breath, not feeling any better or any worse but the same dull anxiety. After a few minutes he climbed down from the roof, careful as ever, and dropped to the ledge by his window. It was still open and easy enough to simply slide inside like the young man he certainly wasn't any longer. As he turned back to close the window again, quiet as ever, he was interrupted.
"Where have you been?"
Remy banged his head on the windowsill and swore, turning quickly to face Pietro who stood leaning against the far wall.
"Just been on de roof, ch-- Pietro. Ain' no big deal."
"You weren't here."
"Were just about... forty feet away, okay? Ain' gone far. Just... Needed t' make a call an' everyt'in' were a lot in here."
He half expected an accusation about his drinking but the anger and the suspicion about not being where he was expected to be was justified. He knew it was justified. He was so tired.
Sitting heavily on the bed he pulled off his shoes and shucked off the hoodie he'd thrown on before going up top. "Promise, ain' goin' nowhere. Just needed t' make dat call." Because something else was needed he just shrugged, "It were t' de t'erapist. Weekly sessions, been neglectin' dem. Time zones're a bitch, hein? Gonna be in fo' de rest'a de night. So if y' just doin' a bed check ain' got no reason t' worry. Y' should get some sleep y'self."
Next to him the mattress dipped and a pale hand caught his.
"Don't do that. You don't have to pretend to be fine." The last word sounded like it had been dunked in disgust, "if you-- if you need me to stay, I will."
The offer was soft as snow on the edge of a cliff. Crimson eyes darted sideways and met blue doing the same. Remy knew he wasn't doing well and Pietro knew it too and whatever anger he'd been about to express at finding one misplaced Cajun was apparently being put aside in favour of... whatever this was. The tentative hand -- both literal and metaphorical -- burned like fire keeping away the chill and he swallowed, hard.
"Yeah."
"Fine. Lay down."
Remy did, still in his sweats and t-shirt, unwilling to take the time to get more ready for bed if it meant maybe giving room for the speedster to change his mind. He held up the blankets as an invitation and was mildly surprised when the other man slid next to him. A firm arm closed around his waist and a hand pushed his head down onto the pillow.
"Go the fuck to sleep... I'll... I'll be here. For a while."
"Merci, cher."
The correction never came. The space for it faded and crumbled just like his grasp on the waking world and the last thing he felt was familiar breath on the nape of his neck for the first time in over twelve years.
