AXEL IM GOING CRAZY THINKING ABOUT THIS... HERE IS MY MEGA POST ABOUT EARTH-9038 REMY HNGHHH... i am so normal about remy lebeau i can be trusted around remy lebeau... (also felicia variant because HEHE im spoiling you enjoyyy eat up). I would draw this if i could i need to stop telling myself i will draw and actually do it + learn anatomy (im lazyyyyyy) If there is anything else ur curious about that I missed/you want more on you should hehe... send another ask or dm me.. heheh.
AS usual i am firing back at you.. ik we talked about it a bit but im very very very eager to hear about YOUR variant of mr lebeau!
Remy LeBeau - Earth 9038:
✦ HNGHH So lost where to start so we can start with like, his hair. He has the 97' pony tail/long hair I do not give a FUCK! My man is rocking his long ass hair and i will be yanking on it trust me... I like brushing and braiding it he lets me. Also I run the verdict here his hair is auburn-reddish (#8F2A13, pardon this may be changed later I'm doing this in the dark and am rather blind LMAOO) leaning, rather than leaning towards brunette like some comics.
✦ On a facial note, he is never seen without his stubble only because he knows it drives me crazyyyy I need that little scratch heh.
✦ Piercings!! I have taken the opportunity to bless this man with: midline tongue piercing, lobes (both standard and high), industrial (right ear), and nipple piercings! (yummy I am a woman of class)
✦ Tattoos! I kept his tattoos from Rivals (MINUS the giant Anna-Marie one, we swapping dat to say Vinnie because I'm wifey). He also has a tramp stamp (something with a spade I have yet to draw it out). Heavy on Fleur de lis and card motifs, however. He also has a little bat on his wrist because of me hehe!!
✦ Sigh... the fun part. Does the carpet match the drapes? The answer? Somewhat. Its a darker color, almost leaning in towards brown territory (#661B0C, again may be changed later I am blind rn).
✦ Overall, he does lean into more alt styles. I am a firm believer in rockstar Remy and I do think he is flaunting himself in crop tops, tiny shorts, and tight clothing from time to time... heh. Definitely falls more into the punk side of things. I have yet to pick out/design his wedding band so stay tuned for that... 👀
✦ He paints his nails! Typically, he goes for black, white, grey, or pinks.
✦ Height: 6'2" | Weight: 195 lbs (Ty marvel wiki/fandom pages + Vinnie adding some weight to them because idk man...)
Felicia Hardy - Earth 9038
✦ Hair! She stays with her white/platinum, faintly grey hair (#d8dcdf, again subject to change). Also, her hair is wavy/slightly curly, I do not fuck with straight haired Felicia I think she needs some bounce in that hair (looking at u spiderman game).
✦ Piercings! She really only has standard lobes, it's a bit of a risk to have all that silver on her if she's getting through metal detectors and not getting snagged/caught on random things!
✦ Again... No, the carpet does not match the drapes. It is black and I stand my fucking ground mama does NOT have bright white pubes LMAOOO.
✦ This girl loves her chokers. She has all sorts of them + collars that she wears daily! They are just part of her outfits and really tie in that black cat image she goes for! Also whenever she's out and about with me there is always jewelry on her. Bangles and bracelets especially, she loves seeing the silver on her hands! The noise also helps conceal the sound and view of smaller items finding their way into her bra/purse...
✦ Height: 5'10" | Weight: 153 lbs. (coming from the ever lovely Marvel fandom/wiki pages + my own lovely twist on weight, I really do think that while yes she is a bit skinnier there is NO reason for this woman to be sitting at 130-140 lb range thats crazy...)
Congrats on the new relationship! How do you and Felicia show love with one another?
— @sirantonyellis ♤
HGJDNJSNS hi axel... blushing rn and sighing heavily. I know I already asked this about you and rem so give me 15 minutes to come up with a devastating ask in your inbox LMAOOO! sorry if this makes no sense im half asleep writing this but i figured i need to write it down now or i'd forget.
How do I show love to Felicia?
✦ It really is the little things. I'm very much the type of person to do anything for the woman I love, including just pampering her. Running her baths, making her favorite meals, leaving her little notes... I like taking care of my partner, and with Felicia it's easy (because she lets me do it without a fight. She likes the pampering so score 1 for Vinnie lmaoo).
✦ Like with Remy, I do have sticky fingers, and sometimes will snatch things up for her. I fear however I am the type to splurge on her. She saw an outfit or something she wanted? Oh no, it's in my cart. I'm a huge gift giver so anything she wants is hers, whether we have the funds or not! I love spoiling my partners hnghhh I promise it's not rooted from any sort of mommy issues no never...
How does Felicia show love to me?
✦ She isn't a thief for no reason! Felicia is not shy to put those sticky fingers to work: fancy necklaces, rings, or little things she saw that she thought I'd like... Sometimes a nice fat wad of cash to go splurge on ourselves, if she's lucky!
✦ Felicia is very verbal with her affection. Flirting and teasing are common with her, she just can't help it! Playful phrases slip, and the cat tends to get my tongue quite frequently... Praise and comments are her way of showering me with her love! She loves telling me how much she appreciates me both in and out of bed.
you ask to put porn on while you two make out and he reluctantly agrees, claiming its not his thing-
and then 20 minutes later he's enthralled by it as you furiously stroke his cock. he wanted to wait for any sexual contact, but you're already soaked in one load-
𑣲⋆ HIIIIII I finally got around to (reviewing) my Lawvin meet cute, so here it isssss!!! Shout out to my first husband I love him to pieces. he's the guy who made me realize I was a yume and the first for me to both keep long term + marry so here's to him and our origins. 🥂
If there was one word to describe Sabaody at this time, it would be cramped. Pirates, Marines, and the poor residents were all swarming around.
It was a total mess. Stalls were flipped over, tarot cards laying around on the floor, even interesting footprints... a dinosaur? One could only assume. The island was in shambles, all because all of the Worst Generation happened to be here at the same time.
It seemed pathetic, wasting time over pirates because they had 'potential'. Just because they rose so high at such a young age did not mean they were destined for 'greatness' like Gol. D. Roger was. Could people even consider his life great? The man died with a secret so heavy it set the world ablaze, a new generation of exploration.
Average male behavior, the woman noted. It was pointless, dwelling on the past. Not when the Marines were still corrupt as ever—she knew of this well, being a Kuja pirate... well, a former one.
Her heels dig into the torn up grass, making her way through the shadows of the archipelago. Breaking free from her past left her with nowhere to go, but also, nowhere to run to. Everyone was a distant stranger: the Kujas did not wish for her face ever again, and the Marines would capture her, rendering her either a prisoner in Impel Down, or a future toy for the Celestial Dragons. Neither of those sounded ideal at the moment, or ever, so for now? She hid.
This was probably the worst island she could have picked, however. Literally no one wanted to help pirates now. She hoped it was not obvious she came from a former crew, although kujas did have better manners than others, so it was safe to assume she could breathe a tad bit easier.
Brawls flash by her eyes. Ah, floating tarot cards and a huge angel. Must be Hawkins and Urouge clashing. A T-rex? That’s where the footprints came from, X-Drake. Oh, and of course, Strawhat Luffy was—did she see that right?? Fighting alongside Trafalgar Law and Eustass Kidd? Well, fighting was a decent way to put it. One could say competing was better.
Her hooded figure slinks closer, hiding behind the trees where the three take on Marine troops. Oh, thank the heavens, they busted the auction hall. It was good to know the Celestial Dragons just lost half of their purchases, most of the captured people fleeing.
While she was glad that the Marines were put to rest in this area, she was not happy with the damage those three had done! Seriously, how reckless were men? Towering piles of armor, swords, and ammunition are scattered around the field, Kidd’s devil fruit at the root of the problem—she saw that giant ball of metal get tossed. Then there were the trees and buildings, strategically sliced in half and jumbled around: that would have to be Law’s handiwork.
That left the Strawhat. God, that kid was full of energy. Right now, he seemed to be trying to get the other two captains to work alongside him. It… wasn’t going well. Truly a weak display of power on Luffy’s end, but whatever. The woman watches from the trees still, listening into every word of theirs. She did not trust men, but realistically? One of them would be the only chance for her off this island. So who to pick?
Law was a surgeon. That’s a good start, but what else? His devil fruit is insanely powerful, and just so happens to be in the right hands for it to be used to its full potential. Yet that brings such a large threat, a way for evil to take root in his blood.
Then there was Kidd. He was rambunctious, loud, and a competitive one, but that could make for a good captain. He seemed to be able to assert himself in situations and—try—to take charge. His devil fruit also made for great self defense, but it raised the concern of her metal piercings. Nevermind, that was not something the woman wanted to risk.
Finally, there was Luffy. The kid was loud as hell, but super friendly. Out of the three, he would be the easiest, and seems eager for people to join his crew. A trust like that could make or break him, leaving room for all sorts of problems in the future.
The three men finally break off, Kidd retreating to the right and Luffy retreating—though, it was more like running—to the left. That made Law her target. He was not a bad choice, he seemed like he could be the most reliable out of the captains.
“You” the woman calls out. Law looks behind him from his perch on a box of crates, amber eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“You’re eavesdropping. Do you have any self-respect?”
Oh, what an asshole. The woman bites her lip, a flash of sharp canines. “Maybe. But it’s for a good reason… Unlike this mess you made of Sabaody. Do you pirates have any self respect?”
“Do you?” He asks, raking his gaze down her body. The woman had nothing on under her black, fur trimmed coat clearly, her thighs clad in a pair of black shorts and fishnets. “You look like some angsty teen, how old are you? I don’t waste time on kids.”
“Twenty-two. And I could make the same assumptions about you. For a doctor, you look like you don’t sleep a lot. Ran away from mommy too soon?” She was no better than him, but he deserved it. If he had the audacity to comment on her, then she could on him as well.
That comment seemed to strike a nerve, a flash of pain crossing his smug face. Good, maybe a little humbling would bring him down to earth. “Whatever, did you need something?”
“I do, actually. Care to let me join your crew? I can be quite helpful, I am trained in hand-to-hand combat, and I ate a devil fruit—” The woman was cut off by a laugh. Seriously?? Did he not have any shame?
“You want to join my crew? After you insulted me? You’re lucky I’m a patient man, woman. I don’t like unnecessary conflict…” Law trails off, looking at his crewmates in the distance. Was that a giant polar bear? What was wrong with this man??
Law taps his knuckles against his sword, the sheathed weapon laying in his lap. He seemed deep in thought, before calling out to the bear. “Bepo! Do we have room and funding for another member? This woman claims she can fight and has a devil fruit.” Oh, she was so going to wipe that smug look off that bastard's face.
“I think so, Captain!” Wait, who squeaked? She looked around, noticing that the bear was the one who made that little chirp. Interesting, such a big creature, yet so timid. “I think Ikkaku would be grateful to have another woman to bunk with, sir!”
“Well, there’s your verdict: you heard the man”, Law replies. “Welcome aboard, woman. I still don’t trust you enough, so my crew’s gonna keep a close eye on you, okay? I’d hate to have to throw you overboard… you said you had a devil fruit, yeah?”
The woman bites back a snarl at him. She was starting to regret this decision a bit. “Whatever. Just take me to your crew and ship.”
“Patience… something tells me we’re not done on this archipelago. Besides, my crew’s itching to do some shopping for supplies. So for now, you’ll be sticking with me. What’s your name?”
“Vinnie.” Maybe she should not have given him her name, but he still did not know she was a former Kuja warrior, or that her devil fruit was highly untrained still.
“Welcome aboard, Vinnie. Hoping I don’t have to use you as cadaver practice soon.”
𑣲⋆ Hello... Remniecia smut on the first day of introducing her? Wow am I pathetic... Hnghhh their dynamic is so fun to work with guys trust me I love them both to pieces and there will be solo Vincia pieces but 👀👀
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“Cher, stay still. De kitty ‘s tryna please ya”.
Vinnie was going to strangle Remy when she was free from his grip. Her hips were being held down by his strong hands, fingers digging into the skin and bones of her hips. Between her thighs? None other than Felicia, tongue working beautifully—moreso than her flirting skills.
She was lazy with it, slow laps up the bat mutant’s slit, kitten licks swirled onto her sensitive clit.
This had been going on for 30 minutes now, and every damn time she got close, Felicia would pull away with a smug smile and a “not yet, baby” before diving back into her.
“Please,” Vinnie whined, cunt grinding on Felicia’s face as Remy’s lips attacked her neck, sucking hickies into the skin, littering the pale surface with soft bites and marks.
“Non, let de chatte get 'er fill, non?” His cheek pressed against Vinnie’s as he looked over her shoulder, inspecting the dripping mess between her thighs. God, was she pretty like this, pinned on the hotel mattress between two thieves—who were both rather skilled with their tongues and hands.
Felicia’s fingers move, spreading Vinnie’s folds as she fucks her tongue in and out, the warm muscle prodding. Another roll of hips meet the cat burglar’s face, sharp nose bumping her clit. “Fuck!”
“I know, sweetie, I’m tryin! You taste so so good, I’m like the cat who got the cream—literally.” A giggle falls from Felicia’s lips as she pulls away, pink tongue peaking out to lick Vinnie’s arousal off her mouth. “I think she’s wet ‘nough for you, Cajun… Unless, ya know, we try out the backdoor?”
Vinnie moaned, head rolling back on Remy’s shoulder at the idea of that. Fuck, she could get behind that…
“Wanna do de honors, cat? I t’ink mon chaueve-souris would love t’ feel de kitty’s claws in 'er.” Remy’s hands roamed over towards Vinnie’s chest, pinching and rolling her nipples, the stiff peaks pierced and shimmering under the dim hotel lighting. “She looks very pleased under ya, mademoiselle.”
“Mmm, real sweet, LeBeau. I’d take you up on that, if this pretty kitty didn’t have claws.” Felicia lifts her slickened fingers up towards him, sharp nails on display. Remy sticks his tongue out in offering, groaning at the taste of his wife off her girlfriend’s fingers.
Fuck, he could get used to this arrangement.
“Works f’ me, Remy knows dis ass well, huh?” His breath is warm against Vinnie’s ear, a finger gathering her slick, before dragging it down towards her puckered hole, circling the rim gently. “Gon’ be real good f’ me, right bébé?”
All Vinnie could do was nod, Felicia taking over Remy’s job of holding her down. Sharp nails graze her thighs as the man slowly inserts his finger, sinking in. “Wouldya look at dat, real pretty, cher, takin’ Remy s’ well.” His lips trace her shoulder and neck, littering the bat mutant in kisses and filthy praises as he stretches her out.
“Mmm, give her another, LeBeau… Think she’s ready.” Felicia’s lips curl up, moving her body further up to give attention to her girlfriend’s chest. Her tongue darts out, twirling around a nipple, green eyes locking onto half-lidded blue ones. “Eyes on me, darlin’, let Remy getcha nice and ready for us, ok?”
Vinnie nodded, watching the cat burglar suckle on her nipple, a slender finger snaking down to rub shapes onto her clit. She squirmed, eyes squeezing shut as she felt the intrusion of Remy’s second finger.
Fuck, she was going crazy, there was a stimulation everywhere—two of Remy’s fingers in her ass, Felicia’s tongue on her tits, and now that stupid thumb on her clit from the other woman. She was going insane, drowning in pleasure. Fuck, maybe she could cum—
“Think she’s ready for ya.” Stupid cat and her damn good senses. Vinnie whined at the loss of Remy’s fingers, giving Felicia a dirty look. “What? Be grateful, Vin, that man is gonna rock your world, ok?”
She wasn’t wrong about that. Vinnie’s head rolled back once again as Remy dragged his cock against her cunt, collecting her slick and arousal. His hand trails down, batting Felicia’s out of the way so he can coat himself in her, lubricating himself.
"Hey, Cajun! I was busy down there!”
“Quit yer squawkin’, chatte, Remy needs t’ be in 'is wife.” There it was, that subtle competition that lingered beneath the surface. No matter if he agreed to this arrangement, he always made sure Felicia was aware who Vinnie really belonged to—if the last name LeBeau wasn’t enough of a reminder.
Felicia rolled her eyes, hands back on Vinnie’s hips as she watched him slowly push into that ring of muscle, her clit throbbing at every whimper of pleasure falling from the other woman’s lips. “Feelin’ good, Vin? I can tell you’re close.”
“Merde, cher—Lord,” Remy groaned, strings of curses falling from his lips. He barely gave Vinnie a second to adjust, hips rocking into her, feeling her clamp around him, as if she was sucking him in further. “Doin’ so well f’ us—”
Remy pulled Vinnie closer to his chest, her back pressed tight as he fucked into her ass, panting into her neck. His hands roamed up her body, batting Felicia away from her once again.
“Hey! Play nice, LeBeau! Ugh, what a dick!” Felicia snarls, before diving back between Vinnie’s thighs, fingers returning to spreading her folds and fucking her tongue into her. Two could play that game, and Felicia wasn’t one to be out done—not by his ego, at least.
Vinnie’s mind was swimming, head turning to the side to take Remy’s tongue into her mouth, swirling against his. The ‘kiss’ dissolved into more of open-mouthed licking, desperation getting the better of them both. Vinnie’s body was burning up, the two thieves driving her closer and closer towards the edge.
As Remy drove his hips harder into her, Felicia bumped her clit with her nose, tongue licking and lapping eagerly. Those emerald eyes gaze up once more, taking in the dazed expression, Vinnie’s cheeks red and heated, cunt clenching down around nothing but the tip of her tongue. Perfect, she was close.
With a few more sucks and thrust, Vinnie was moaning loudly, a manicured hand tangling in the white locks of Felicia’s hair. “Shit, shitshitshitshitshitttt—”
Her orgasm hit hard, release gushing onto the thief’s face. Felica drank every last drop, helping Vinnie ride through the aftershocks as Remy became erratic and messy.
“Mmmm, merde, mon chaueve-souris, Remy’s awfully close—” He whispered against her skin, earning a dirty look from Felicia, who’s thumb was currently circling Vinnie’s overstimulated clit.
“Awww, cmon, the King of Thieves can’t even cum from his wife? Pathetic…” she teased, earning a snarl from his lips.
“Can it, cat! Remy can take dis lil ménage à trois from ya real quick…”
That shut her up, eyes rolling as she watched the man cum, whispering sweet nothings into Vinnie’s ear.
“Look at her, so pleased from you cumming in her ass… and of course me eating her better than you could. A woman knows a woman’s body best, just saying—”
One dark eyebrow raised, silencing her once again. “Fine, fine. You did your part too, Cajun… Now, while you two lovebirds recover, this kitty’s got a few things she saw in the lobby she wanted to steal.
Vinnie didn’t have the strength to argue against her, letting the other woman plant a wet kiss on her cheek. She knew Felicia would be back later, curled up against her side like the cat she was.
Remy lounged beside her, massaging her hip with one hand, the other brushing sweat-slicked hair out of her face.
He could complain all he wanted to see like it bothered him, but deep down Vinnie could tell he was rather pleased with the arrangement.
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★ Background: A recent addition to Vinnie's love life, Felicia first spotted Vinnie out with Remy Lebeau. Captivated by her beauty, the woman stalked her through the roof tops, eager to win over the mutant's heart is some way. Her idea? Propose a way to share the woman with the X-Men member.
After a few more nights peering through windows and following through town, she casually flirts with Vinnie in front of Remy (much to the Cajun's disliking). After offering a necklace she stole for the married woman, Remy recognizes her as the Black Cat, and a member of the New York Thieves' Guild. Hesitantly, he agrees to the arrangement: Vinnie can meet up with Felicia every few nights, but under his supervision.
Slowly, Remy warmed up to the idea of sharing Vinnie with the fellow thief, much to everyone's liking. Vinnie spent her nights with Felicia stealing artifacts and priceless jewels, rolling around in wads of stolen cash, and bringing misfortune to those who cross their path. After all, black cats and bats are omens of both bad luck and good fortune.
── .✦ EXTRA INFO
★ Felicia is ever the thoughtful lover. If she sees something she thinks Vinnie would like, she's snatching it up eagerly!
★ Felicia is a huge fan of Tubbies and Vader! The kitties are like her children, and she would willing do anything for her newfound fur babies.
★ Felicia's tongue is quite clever! She uses flirtation to get what she wants from Vinnie (which is rather easy, Vinnie is smitten and would do anything to make the thief happy).
★ Vinnie often comforts Felicia through memories of her unfortunate past. Vinnie knows Felicia's lifestyle is a habit formed from revenge she never got to seek, and is willing to work around any difficulties opening up and trauma the woman has: she wants to be there for her.
★ Prowling through the streets is a common date for these two! Mall shopping and days spent out spending money (stolen) is how they spend their days when they can... With some shop lifting added in. Felicia does have an eye for bigger prizes, however...
It’s what made the night life exhilerating: you never knew if you would steal or be stolen from.
That, and the beautiful women who roamed the streets. She caught Felicia’s eye so easily. Platinum hair, all black clothes with pretty heeled boots, and a collection of shimmering silver piercings. Felicia could smell the trouble the beautiful woman and the tall man beside her were about to get into… wait, a man?
Ugh. The thief’s heart dropped, noticing the way his hand was tangled with hers, those crimson eyes almost heart shaped at the sight of his woman. What. A. Drag.
Yet, she lurked in the alleys, following them throughout the streets. Such an interesting couple, they were. So infatuated, yet there was something off about them—ah, there it was. That quick slight of hand: a card flicked to replace a diamond necklace the man stole, a flash of a bat wing to cover a camera while black-painted nails snatched up some rings.
They were thieves, too. No wonder she was so damn drawn to them…
If only she could get the woman alone. Or, maybe, strike up a deal… A little sharing of partners never hurt anyone, right? This cat was on the prowl, and she had just found her new toy: a cute bat mutant with a husband. How ironic.
Cats and bats are often signs of both fortune and fear… maybe this black cat could strike gold?
✦ giggling rn i never imagined this day would come... everyone say HI to felicia she has officially been added into my roster! i'll drop more info on me and her and her/me/remy dynamics soon, as these two are QUITE a handful (literally 🫣).
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𑣲⋆ I promised y'all a Lawvin fic and i delivered... somewhat!! Sighs dreamily I love that stupid surgeon man and his stupid tendencies to neglect his sleep schedule... #icanfixhim.
“Law, cmon,” Vinnie’s voice rumbled out from the pillows, breaking Law from his trance. “It’s bed time, ‘m sick of seeing that damn light on at yer desk…” The sheets shift as she sits up, brushing platnium hair out of her eyes.
The pirate looked away from his books for the first time that night, tired eyes peering over reading glasses. Right, Vinnie. He honestly forgot she was in the room, despite the fact they’d been sharing the bed for months. “I’m almost done, Vinnie-ya, you can hold on, right?”
He knew that was a dumb question. Vinnie didn’t take lightly to Law overworking himself. Not when he had visible eyebags, not when he slept like the dead when he did finally lay next to her… She knew his work habits were bad, and since she slunk into his heart she’d been (slowly) working on correcting them.
“Law. I said cmon. ‘s lateee.” There it was, that groan in her voice: the one that said she wasn’t playing anymore, she wanted Law in bed, and now.
One blue eye blinks open, dark eyeliner and mascara from the day smudged into her skin—it never really came off fully, no matter how hard she scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed.
With a sigh, Law pushed away from the desk, gently closing the anatomy book he’d been looking over. He slowly dragged himself into the sheets, feeling the exhaustion from the day creeping up within. The urge to fall asleep was clouding his brain, the sweet smell of whatever shampoo Vinnie used filling his nose.
Right. He rememberd why he let this woman get her way more than half the time.
Vinnie let out a satisfied huff when he was finally in the sheets, feeling the warmth of his body press into her back. She settled back down, letting Law—hesitantly, he still was akward when it came to physical touch, despite being married to the woman—wrap his arms around her, holding her body close to his.
“You’re lucky I give into you so much, pup.” Law’s breath was warm against her neck, sleep once again washing over the woman.
“Shut up and sleep.”
He gave a soft snort, eyes rolling in his skull as he settles against her for the night. They both knew he’d be out within minutes, the scent and feel of her comforting, even if he didn’t dare confess it.
Law could easily say he was the luckiest pirate in the seas.
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love sometimes blooms in unexpected ways... a certain cat seems to have captivated vinnie's heart for the time being... but will this thief finish the heist successfully, or lose one of her nine lives?
i will not be pinging u two i feel bad i do it so often... but hi answering ur questions yall fired back at me axel and caprinox... yall are the best ilysm /p also this made me think a lot.. so tysm for this!! my french is shit so there are missing nicknames on his end because... yea. also sorry if this is a mess my brain is scattered rn heheh
What reminds me of Remy?
✦ Cats, playing cards (specifically the heart and spade suits), the colors purple + magenta/hotter pinks, stars, carnations (specifically the colors of them + romantic meanings of gratitude/love), art museums/pop ups, cigarettes, summer, beignets, gumbo (duh).
What reminds Remy of me?
✦ Bats, seals, the colors black + pink, horror movies/novels, forget-me-nots (they are my favorite flower), the moon, vinyls, cheetah print, fruity ass drinks/jungle juice (don't ask), high heels, winter, mangoes, greasy chinese takeout (my favorite).
Nicknames I call Remy:
✦ Cajun, Gumbo, baby, my love, hun, Rem, asshole (affectionately). I like calling him mushy cliche romantic pet names because they make him go crazy... He is so easy to fluster when I want it is very fun. I also have such a foul mouth so asshole is a common one that lets him know he's on my nerves and to keep it coming LMAO... Big sexy is up there if I wanna rile him up.
Nicknames Remy calls me:
✦ cher, mon chaueve-souris (my bat), mon cœur, bébé, Vin, V, lil bat. Really, any affectionate name he can call me in Cajun French, he's doing so. He knows how much his accent (especially when it gets all thick when he speaks French) makes my heart all fluttery hehe... He loves referring to my mutation a lot or calling me some form of Vinnie.
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