A/N: After a long break, I'm finally back! once again..it's Angst/comfort cuz you know i LOVEE that but it's so good to be back! i hope you enjoy this one as much as I loved writing it!! once again you can read the main story on my masterlist!
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Remy Lebeau didn’t have a lot of wishes
He’s many things. A thief, a charmer and a damn good gambler.
But a dreamer? Not possible.
That was until he met you.
You, ever radiant and stunning. You. The one person who slipped through his grasp. The one person who he mourned. Remy took great care of his gear, any blood that spilled onto his leather was scrubbed off and the fabric forgot about it within hours.
But it was a different story when it was your blood.
He let it simmer like étouffée. The red seeped deep into the fabric of his clothes and burned itself into the seams of his coat. Forever stained with the memory of your last moments.
“Chère– C’mon now. You gotta stand–”
It should have been easy. It was in and out. Grab supplies. Why wasn’t it easy? This was supposed to be easy.
Your hand clutched over an everflowing stream of red. Crimson peaked through gaps of your fingers. It never seemed to stop. It seeped into the floor and the dirt just took it.
“Work wit’ me darlin’-- I can’t get you home if you won’t work wit’ me–”
His larger, gloved hand pressed against yours, desperately trying to put an end to the blood but he just couldn’t. It was so hard to focus when tears were blurring his vision. Not you, not like this.
No words slipped from your lips, no sound came out at all. He hated that the most. You couldn’t reassure him. You couldn’t brush this off and shrug. That’s not how it would end.
His fingers brushed the bloodied strands of hair from your face before traveling down to trace the lining of your jaw. He wasn’t ready to give his angel back to the heavens where she belonged. She was his. She can’t go.
“We gon get you home and it’ll fine– Remy’s gon’ get you home–”
Home. Such a silly word. His home was with you but now he’s left stranded. What is a home if you’re not greeting him at the door?
He’s so sure that the entire wasteland they called home heard his wails. Maybe they even took pity on him.
Maybe no one cared at all.
His mind woke up but his eyes remained screwed shut. It wasn’t fair. He needed to bury the memory deep in his brain and never remember it. Grab hold of a shovel and dig a grave for his mind.
The most vicious gasp tore itself from his throat. He shot up so fast he gave himself a headrush. The room was spinning, the walls seemed to form such weird shapes in his vision. That memory, it burned into his brain and left him reeling with agony. He’d never see that face again. Only in his nightmares, only in those final moments that replayed in his head over and over again.
His shoulders jolted where the warm sensation began. A single patch of heat against his bare, cold back.
Remy snapped his head to face you. His usual coordinated composer shattered as he scrambled to reach you. His larger hands engulfed yours entirely. Remy’s head found itself tenderly resting against your chest. More specifically, your heart.
“Mon amour..Ma très chère–”
He was rambling. Totally incoherent aside from a few words. What else could you do besides soothe him and try and soothe him. You ensured that your warm hands rubbed up his muscular back. Trembling. You could feel it. He was trembling.
“I’m here..it’s alright..”
A low groan escaped from his lips as he littered thankful kisses across your chest. His hands grasped your hips, attempting to pull you closer. He succeeded. With your legs either side of his own hip he found it easier to smother you. Feeling every inch and dip to ensure that yes, you were real.
Although he would never tell you the horrors of his past, of the void, of what once was..he would never shy away from telling you how deeply he loved you. His heart had carved a space that was solely meant for you.
Slowly, his movements grew slower and soon..he was momentarily at peace. His mind was fuzzy and soft. There was no fear left to consume him.
“Sorry, Chère, didn’t know dat would–”
Your hand, still warm, gently covered his mouth. A remorseful pair of puppy eyes followed your movement.
“It’s alright..there’s no need for an apology..”
For that, he was thankful. Remy’s hand grasped your wrist, gently pulling it back only to place a soft kiss to the inside of it. He then slowly wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off his lap and lowering you onto your back. For a moment, there was a flush of red scattering on your cheeks. There was a glint in his eye when he leant down, You knew that glint.
He hovered before closing the gap. Remy’s hand slowly slid under your back. Maybe it was the tension of his night terror that caused such a reaction..but his thankful kisses made your head spin.
“Je suis désolé, chérie..”
For a moment you could hear your own heartbeat. He paused at the base of your neck. You felt him sigh softly.
“Y’know, Gambit never t’ought he’d get dis again..”
Remy helped you sit up despite the whiplash that was the last five minutes. He was breathing just as heavily as you were. He cleared his throat, not in an awkward manner, more..lighthearted. Remy reached for your wrist, lifting it to his lips to press a delicate kiss to the back of your hand.
“It’s an honor to love you, Chère.”
Truly, he meant it. He’s never felt more blessed as he did in this very moment. To have you, once more.
With slow movement, he reached to cup your face. Gambit was a smooth, charming X-man..but Remy? He was your sweetheart. It took little to no time to close the gap, a sigh of relief leaving you both. Remy made sure to deliver a playful nip to your bottom lip resulting in a gentle squeak from you.
He barked out a laugh, deepening the kiss. His bare chest against yours could start more than just a fire in that dull muscle. Maybe it was instinct but how could you resist such a charming smile?
His hand, careful as always, dragged along your thigh. Small circles found themselves being traced along the skin. Your hands slipped into his hair, scratching at his scalp which earned the softest groan from the man in front. He huffed out a laugh.
Oh, you really were doomed. This..god sculptured man, this absolute–
“HEY!! I hope you’re awake! You still got that soothing cream? I’ve got a rash on my ass that looks like France! If I wait any longer the British are gonna come! And not in the good way!!”
Wade. Yes, Of course. Both you and Remy fell silent before promptly bursting into laughter.
Yeah, maybe peace is something you’ll earn by moving out..
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