THE NAME'S GAMBIT

REMEMBER IT.

[sleighted]

INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE BLOG PORTRAYINGㅤREMY LEBEAUㅤFROM THEㅤX – MENㅤSERIES. PRIMARILY EARTH – 616 BASED, 92131 & 1610 INFLUENCESㅤ[ ... ]ㅤSTUDYING SELF REDEMPTION .

ㅤLINKS.ㅤㅤPROFILE.ㅤ PROMPTS.ㅤ MULTI.ㅤ TIMELINE.

[wovi]

when georges bataille wrote, “no greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound” & when gillian flynn wrote, “a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort” & when ocean vuong wrote, “sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined” & when lisa m. basile wrote, “did you inherit a sickness? did you blame god? do you believe in god? do you believe in yourself? are you still on fire? did you ever put out the fire?” & when stephen a. guirgis wrote, “why didn't you make me good enough so that you could’ve loved me?”

[wovi]

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ada limón, lucky wreck

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heather havrilesky, ask polly

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rayne fisher-quann, home for the holidays

[onenillup]

A very 90’s looking Gambit by Nicholas Tilly Haun

[telekinesis-mind-control-comics]

[snkts]

@sleighted

[sleighted]

PROMPT :ㅤㅤ❝ KISS ME AGAIN. ❞ㅤㅤ[ @down-home-charm ]

THROUGH THE CURTAINS, SUNLIGHT IS CASCADING INTO THE ROOMㅤㅤWhere Remy and Rogue had been sleeping, and where Magnus was still sleeping. Remy had reached to touch Rogue tentatively, testing, when they realized that the magnetic field from the night before remained. Rogue had asked Remy for a kiss, then, and who is Remy to say no to such an oh so sweet, oh so Southern drawl ? Remy's hand curls into Rogue's hair, ❝ Come here, then, chèrie, ❞ And leads Rogue into a kiss, and then another, and then another ⸺ little kisses that leave him smiling and laughing along with her.

He breaks the kiss and brushes his hand through Rogue's hair before glancing down at Magnus, in between them, with wisping, magnetic curls in all their glory that rival Rogue's bedhead. Remy smiles, wondering how the hell he managed to get so lucky, and says. ❝ Guess we wore 'im out. ❞ With his other hand, he touches the whispers of magnetism there. ❝ Thought my bedhead was bad 'til I saw both 'a y'all's. ❞

[nohomodotcom]

Gambit in X-Men '97

[sleighted]

PROMPT :ㅤㅤ❝ WHAT ABOUT ROUND TWO ? ❞ㅤㅤ[ @snkts ]

AGAINST LOGAN'S CHEST, REMY LAUGHS.ㅤㅤAs tempting as round two is, Logan has responsibilities. Remy, too, but Remy is more likely to shirk work for sleeping and sex. Not much more likely, but slightly more likely. ❝ Don't you got work t' do, wolf ? ❞ Hence Remy's kissing of Logan on the lips regardless of having said that. ❝ But maybe you can be a little late ... ❞ And hence Remy's kissing of Logan again and again, with tongue, with little bites to Logan's bottom lip, ❝ Gotta start the day off right, ❞ and smiles in between kisses. But as Remy's hand slides beneath the blankets to touch, it stops.

❝ But maybe startin' the day off right's not startin' the day with a big head, ❞ he hums in faux thought, brows furrowed, head tilted, and hand against Logan's thigh and tap, tap, tapping away there. ❝ Shouldn't put you in too good 'a mood, might not get anything done ... ❞ Remy is more likely to shirk work for sleeping and sex, and Remy is more likely to tease Logan relentlessly for the hell of it ⸺ and, if Remy's being honest, for Logan's reaction.

[sleighted]

PROMPT :ㅤㅤ❝ I'M GLAD I INVITED YOU IN. ❞ㅤㅤ[ @n0vembrs ]

GAMBIT'S STRETCHING, CAT-LIKE, ON THE HOTEL ROOM'S KING SIZED BED,ㅤㅤAll twisted in the thin, cotton sheets. He's not alone, nor is the hotel room he's in his hotel room ⸺ the hotel room belongs to the woman with the brunette hair who he's cuddling with, her head against his chest. ❝ I'm glad you invited me in, too, chére. ❞ He curls and uncurls a lock of her hair around his index finger, ❝ Thanks for last night, and for not kickin' me to th' curb after, ❞ And fights the urge to fall back asleep.

Fighting the urge to fall back asleep and searching blindly for the telephone on the bedside table with his free hand. ❝ You wan' room service ? I'll pick up the tab. I'd invite 'ya out to breakfast, but I don't wanna be too forward 'bout it. ❞ As if it's the invitation to breakfast that's too forward, not the sex they'd had the night before. ❝ 's up to you, ❞ he says, before adding, ❝ you're the boss. ❞

[boycritter]

if we ignore all the stuff that's gone wrong ive kind of had nothing but wins

[sleighted]

the time travel shenanigans in the finale reminded me that both of gambit's parents were born in the 19th century, like jean luc, and took the elixir of life, hence gambit's canonical birth being in the mid-to-later 20th century. but there's definitely a verse where gambit was born earlier ( and also took the elixir of life later on because aging scares him ) that i need to write up soon.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER *  adjust as necessary, nsfw implied

this... isn't my bed.

i'll make us breakfast.

wait, how long have you been here?

did you stay the night?

you're so beautiful like this.

did i give you that hickey?

don't get up. stay right here.

kiss me again.

nice bedhead.

are you... wearing anything?

this was a bad idea.

i've wanted to do that forever.

did you enjoy it?

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

is this your shirt?

maybe you should go.

i had a great time.

if you stay, i'll make us coffee.

i shouldn't have stayed over.

come back here. please?

i've never been like that with anyone before.

there's a bra on the ceiling fan.

did we... actually...?

we could do it again, if you want.

you made me feel... incredible.

was it... okay?

you look beautiful in my bed.

what do you remember?

was i too loud?

you can borrow my shirt.

i guess this makes us more than friends.

this can't be happening.

i could spend the day just like this, right here with you.

is that a hickey?

this was just for fun. it doesn't mean we're together.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

should we talk about it?

what time is it? i'm late for work.

how long have you been awake?

i remember... everything.

we should do that again sometime.

i think we cuddled.

that was the best night of my life.

what parts do you remember?

why don't you stay for breakfast?

was it good for you?

the sex was great.

how do you like your eggs?

are we still friends?

sorry, i've got morning breath.

i'd really like to keep seeing you.

i'm glad i invited you in.

finally... fucking finally.

please don't leave the bed.

don't make fun of me if i walk funny.

this doesn't mean anything.

my friends are never going to believe this.

i don't even know who i was last night.

no one's ever taken care of me like that.

let me help you clean up.

maybe we should forget this even happened.

i'm just going to... leave.

you said some wild things last night.

you're wearing my shirt.

maybe we could make this a regular thing.

am i blushing? i'm blushing, aren't i.

where did i put my glasses?

your clothes are in the living room.

i need a shower.

your hair's a mess.

you make a great pillow.

i thought we agreed this would ruin our relationship.

did i do something wrong?

we were pretty loud.

do you want me to leave?

i asked you to stay the night.

i bet your neighbors hate us.

stay like this.

well, that's one way to bounce back.

what about round two?

don't let go of me.

why don't you join me in the shower?

we can't keep doing this.

we're fucked, aren't we.

how long have i been asleep?

i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.

[sleighted]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH ! gambit is a bisexual trans man & that's only one of the reasons why he was & still is so understanding with rogue's fear of touch: it was a fear of his, too.

[magntx]

His silence is a storm brewing.

Magnus had a glint in his eyes, laced with a ... perverse mix of defiance and... enjoyment? His lips form a line. He catches himself in the act-- in the mere process of thoughts. He imagined the rogue would have bruises on his toned body the next day, reminding him of it.

Gambit judges him for the opposite of what Magneto had considered himself to be...

"Unpredictable. You get what you ask for, dear boy."

Defiant laughter turned to breathless gasps in the face of Magnus' force. He feels the rapid pulse of Gambit's heart, the heat radiating from his skin, a tangible map of his submission. And the master of magnetism was holding him .... like a sculpture held a creation.

He was heaving above Gambit. His one hand fell away to support his body up instead of pinning the man. His movements had been precise, calculated, powerful, but he had let himself become ... unhinged. Measured force had become more. But he had been careful not to injure.

With a groan, he moves off of the Cajun. A cruel smile plays on his lips, a hint of amusement at the sudden change of tune. Gambit is putty in Magneto's hands, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

He watches the way Gambit looks flushed and dishevelled. His hand still hold onto him. The grip firmly cradling, as if he fully expects the rogue to jump up and continue.

"Perhaps," Magneto says, his voice devoid of emotion, "we shall. You did very well, boy." "I will not deny another challenge. If you can take it."

-- @sleighted ||

[sleighted]

WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT THAT MAGNUS WOULD MATCH GAMBIT'S DIABLERIE ?ㅤㅤGambit hadn't thought so. Dare Gambit say that Magnus hadn't thought so, either. As dignified and as even-tempered as Magneto always is, there's an air of uneasiness, almost, in the atmosphere. And dare Gambit say that Magnus is embarrassed, too. He dares, and he dares, and he dares again with a smirk and a sufficient ego stroke. Although with a voice devoid of emotion, Magnus's ❝ You did very well, boy, ❞ will live in Remy's head, heart, and elsewhere for an eternity.

❝ Whatever you give, I can take, chér, ❞ Remy coos, almost purring, although still flushed red and with frissons. He pushes off the floor and sits face to face with Magnus, whose hand ⸺ the touch soft and magnetic ⸺ he reaches almost cautiously for. ❝ Thanks for the fight, aimant. ❞ And, with a wicked smile that's oh so pretty, presses a kiss to the center of Magneto's palm. ❝ You're good. ❞ He stands, somewhat shaky as he does, and he, once again, dares to say, ❝ Hope you like that li'l souvenir I gave you. ❞ He touches his side, already tender to the touch and will surely ache more and more tender with time. ❝ I like mine. ❞

[sleighted]

RUNNING THROUGH THE WOODS ISN'T HOW GAMBIT THOUGHT THE AFTERNOON WOULD GO,ㅤㅤBut he's having a great time, shoving the students to the wolves to save his own skin. The students need to learn how to adapt, to learn how to survive against the odds. And Gambit isn't against throwing the kids to the wolves, nor is Gambit against guffawing at the kids's choice of words at the so-called cheating that Gambit's doing, to win the game. ❝ Don't blame me 'cause you rely too much on your powers, mon petit ami, ❞ He'd shout, while grinning wildly, to the poor soul he'd slighted. ❝ An' don't blame me for takin' advantage 'a your fear 'a bugs, Mikoto ⸺ the number one rule's never lettin' your opponent know your weaknesses, rainette. ❞ But Gambit's too preoccupied with lambasting the students' lack of situational and spatial awareness to notice the snake hole until it's too late: Gambit stumbles ever so slightly, but it's enough for his pursuer to pounce. ❝ Shit ⸺ ❞ As he's shoved into a nearby tree, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to leave him breathless. But he looks at his pursuer, who's plucking twigs and leaves from his hair, and he's smiling, blushing, even.

❝ You only won 'cause those kids 'a yours distracted me, wolf. ❞ He passes his hand through Logan's hair, then, to preen him. ❝ Think you put 'em up to it. ❞

PROMPT :ㅤㅤPLUCK & PRESSㅤㅤ[ @snkts ]

[caosenelviento]

Gambit

By Rivana

[letheanwater]

eileen, ottessa moshfegh