#thiefcfhearts

[prydeofx]

[SPILL] the sender spills their drink on the receiver @thiefcfhearts

"Oh--!" Kitty bites her tongue, spotting a kid down the hallway, "--frick."

The front of her shirt was soaked. She'd been too busy looking at her phone, checking the time she had left to plan for her next class, and mentally going through her to-do checklist before she turned the corner and bumped into someone.

Kitty took a step back, ready to apologize, until she realized who she was looking at. She sighed, "Remy. Now I have to find a new shirt. Do I want to know why you're at the school?"

[snikt-23]

[BANDAGE] the sender bandages receiver's wound... Reverse! @thiefcfhearts

Laura's brow was set hard above her eyes. Her jaw clenched and it took everything in her to not let her claws extend from her hands. She wanted something she could fight, tear apart, and make bleed. It's what her hands were made for. But when Remy showed up at her small apartment with a gash on his arm, Laura found herself sitting him down on the couch and carefully stitching together the wound. Her hands were made for war, but she'd learned over time that they could also heal. In rare, small moments like this one. "Quien hizo -- who did this?"

[skunkheaded-archive]

@thiefcfhearts​

It had been too long since they had done this. That, in part, was Rogue’s fault. It was no secret that the X-Men -- while incredibly fulfilling -- had also dominated her life. Her time for her husband had dwindled, and as a result her marriage had fallen to the side. It hadn’t been deliberate or on purpose; maybe that was the worst part of it all: the fact that Rogue hadn’t even meant to slide away.

It wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed, however. They remained firmly in love and cared deeply for each other. Rogue had fought to find enough peace with her body and powers so that she could learn to love another fully, and that wasn’t something she would let go of.

“Hey now,” the mutant glanced over her shoulder before returning her attention to the bubbling stew. She had been making dinner for the two of them and her attention was repeatedly getting diverted. “You ain’t gonna be happy if you make me burn this, swap rat. Make yourself useful ‘n pour us a drink.”

[bamfelf]

@thiefcfhearts​ | gambit

💙 — “What did I tell you?!” the fuzzy elf scolded. BAMF and he was coming in hot, from above, to land mere feet from the other mutant — right beside. Right where Kurt needed to be to reach up and adjust a decoration, as if Remy had been the one to put it in some ‘incorrect’ orientation. His earlier proclamation, pure fabrication. All an excuse to give his old teammate a hard time. “There. Much better.” Grinning wildly toward his friend, but at himself.

[offollies]

( @thiefcfhearts​ ) NATASHA ROMANOFF and REMY LEBEAU

things had... become concerning as of late for natasha - not anything to really do with the killiseum - that at least was running smoothly and as correctly and perfect as she could get it. but the arrival of new locations, an ominous message from doom to not be ‘concerned’ about ‘things’ and silence from some of her contacts was certainly... concerning. it was why, in that moment, that she had contacted gambit for his abilities to aid her. she’d worked with him before, found his methods to be exactly what she needed, and was happy to pay him again. when he arrived to her office, she gave him a quick smile before launching into her concerns. “i trust that you came here without being followed? i’m a spy and i’m paranoid - and i honestly think our emperor is even more paranoid than i am right now. did you hear about the changes?”

[greatresponsibility]

@thiefcfhearts​ | peter parker + remy lebeau

He’d known New York by heart. His heart had beaten in time with the subway rushing underfoot; his veins, bred in Queens, had runout to the furthest reaches of the Bronx (not Staten Island though; they were their own beast). He’d never lived anywhere else, and he wasn’t sure he knew how. Here, though: Doom had saved just enough of the city to pretend you were still home, just enough to almost imagine it was real, until you turned a corner and suddenly there was an unfamiliar world beyond it.

Basically, Peter was getting lost. It was worse than lost, though; it had been there. He had known it. With a sigh, he turned to a passerby. “Hey, uh... I don’t suppose you know the way to the ESU labs? I got a bit turned around.”

[psymond-arc]

for @thiefcfhearts​ ( closed starter )

she needs this. emma thinks everyone needs this. the last years were tough on everyone - both those who were snapped and those who weren’t. mutantkind was already a DWINDLING population. the snap just made it worse. so emma had spent the last 5 years or so trying to rally mutants and whatever was left of the x-men. thankfully, she had remy to help out. he had been operating as an independent agent OF SORTS but he was willing to send new mutants her way who needed help and guidance. so she wanted to spend the night saying thank you. ❝ have all the drinks you want remy. it’s on the house. consider it a TOKEN of my appreciation for your help over the last 5 years. ❞