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thorne93 · 5 years

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12 Days of Christmas (Cuddling For Warmth - Remy Lebeau)

Prompt: December 22 - Cuddling for Warmth - Remy Lebeau

Word Count: 2725

Warnings: language… angst

Notes: For the Marvelous Christmas Challenge @until-theend-oftheline @like-a-bag-of-potatoes…. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @carryonmyswansong (thank you both, very much).

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The mansion was alive with wonder, excitement, and children’s excited cries. As a student teacher at the mansion, you promised Professor X to stay during the holidays to help keep a handle on the kids who couldn’t go home. So far though, they were only having fun. Chasing each other around the grounds, ice skating on the pond, decorating each room. Storm had a class earlier this week for everyone to create their own ornaments or garland.

With only two days to go until Christmas, you were rather excited yourself. All the teachers had put their names in for Secret Santa. The students would get each get one gift. Charles put some back from each tuition to cover a gift of decent size. And each year, the children were asked to give a Christmas list. From that list, the teachers picked one gift.

This way, it ensured everyone got something under the tree, and it was usually a pretty magical time. This year, you’d pulled Scott’s name for Secret Santa. All you had to do was ask Jean to tell you what he really wanted. It was a piece of cake. He wanted a new bike helmet.

As for your secret Santa, you had no idea who was getting your gift. That was the whole point, but typically, every year, you had a hunch. This year, not so much. Which was absolutely okay.

It was getting a little late, around 10:00 pm. You could hear the kids screaming and running in the halls. Charles usually wouldn’t allow this behavior, but classes were out for the holidays, and it was only two days to Christmas, so he let the kids do as they please so long as no one got hurt. As for you, you were in pajamas in your bed, reading. In fact, you were about to go to sleep shortly, until a knock came at your door, then it cracked open.

“Y/N? You awake?” The drawl was unmistakable.

“Yeah, what’s up?” you asked, sitting up in the bed. You tried your best to look extra presentable for the charming Cajun. To say you had a soft spot for Remy would be putting it lightly. Being a southern belle yourself, you had instantly fallen for Mr. LeBeau, his accent, his charm, his mutation, and his ultimate compassion.

Remy was an instructor, but he didn’t teach classes. He was almost like a tutor. He was more there as a stand in for kids needing to understand their power or working on how to control it. He didn’t lecture, or teach History or English or Literature. He didn’t have a study plan. He was just a hands on instructor, who wanted to help the kids when they needed it. He was available before classes, during lunch, and after classes. His ability and extent of patience had made you swoon long ago.

“Saw your light was still on. Didn’t know if you might be up for gettin’ hot chocolate downstairs or maybe goin’ down to watch a Christmas movie with me and the kids?”

Just as you were about to contemplate the offers, the lights suddenly went out. Shrieks and cries went all throughout the mansion. Suddenly, Charles voice invaded everyone’s mind.

“Everyone remain calm, the storm must’ve knocked the power out. Please stay in the room you are in right now while Hank and I look at the fuse box.”

Remy and you peered at each other for a moment. “Well, you heard the man,” he stated as he stepped into your room, a cheeky grin on his face before he shut the door.

“And just what gives you the right to look yourself inside a lady’s bedroom at night?” you demanded jokingly.

“Professor said so. He does not want us out roamin’ the halls.” With that, he grabbed the chair from your desk and pulled it to sit at the end of your bed. “So who did you get for secret santa?”

“I am not tellin’ you that,” you chastised.

“Why? Is it moi?” he asked, teasing you. “That’s the only reason you wouldn’t tell me.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but no, it isn’t. The word ‘secret’ is in the name, Remy. I’m not gonna tell you who I got.”

“You take things too seriously,” he accused with a grin.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Maybe you don’t take things seriously enough.”

“Now that’s just mean,” he feigned, putting his hand over his chest.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and letting out a laugh. “Oh please, I couldn’t insult you if I tried. Your ego is impenetrable.”

With that, he smiled and straightened in his chair. “Why, thank you for noticin’. I work on it a lot.”

“Speaking of egos,” you began, “how is Reggie?”

Reggie was a young mutant, fifteen, who had a peculiar mutation that was a little hard to get ahold of. Rather close to that of Storm’s, Remy’s, or even Scott or Alex’s powers. Yet, for the last five years he kept assuring his parents he had it under control -- that was, until he took out a neighbor’s house one day. Thankfully, the neighbors weren’t home and no one was hurt. Reggie’s parents were loving, supportive, and concerned about they ordeal. They didn’t get mad, but they did put their foot down about him coming to the school. They trusted Reggie with his powers until this summer when they came by with him. They said they wanted him to learn how to properly handle them, because they were worried he might hurt himself or someone else and not mean it.

Remy, was his tutor. He saw him twice a week after his daily classes. Being a teenager, and rebellious, he hated the idea of needing any special attention.

“Ah, he’s still a little spitfire, but I think I’m gettin’ through to him. When I started to show him that having the ultimate, precision and control over his powers was pretty cool, he started to receive my message better. How’s your classes goin’?” he wondered, putting his boot on the foot of your bed, his hands behind his head, and leaning back.

“Rather splendid,” you commented. You did have a study plan though, one that Jean and Charles oversaw. They reviewed your itinerary every week and it had to be approved, and it always was. Your area lied in defense against mutation attacks and computer information systems. It was two separate classes, but you taught every day of the week. “Yeah, yeah. Julie has finally picked up a lot better combat. Aaron helped Jason fix a hard drive this week, so I was very proud of them.”

“That’s great to hear,” he complimented genuinely. “How come you didn’t go home for the holidays?”

“The kids need me here… Well, Charles and Hank need me here,” you corrected with a smile and slight laugh. “My family understands that this is important to me, and encouraged me to be here for the kids, and Charles.”

“Very kind of you, and your family.”

“What about you, cajun? Why aren’t you down South?” you wondered.

He huffed out some air. “Oh, same as you, I s’pose. Thought the staff might need a little help with some of the youngins stickin’ around.”

“Always a noble cause, eh, Remy?” you slightly teased with a coy smile. You peered at him with a sad smile. “You never have found your parents, have you?”

He shook his head, a pensive, but sorrow filled smile on his face. You could tell he was trying to hide the pain, disguise it as charm and wit, but not all that deep down you knew Remy was missing a family. He knew some thieves and friends down in New Orleans, certainly someone he could spend a holiday with. Somehow, you felt, that he’d found a new family though, here, and maybe that’s why he stayed during the holidays.

“Nah, but I figure maybe it’s all for the best. They don’t want me... Been too long, and I am… me.”

You frowned. “Remy, how could they not want you? You’re spectacular.”

“I grew up with thieves and cheats, Y/N,” he retorted with disdain. “I’m not exactly a model citizen.”

“You can’t help what the LeBeau clan did to you…”

“No, but I got these eyes.. That’s why they abandon me, mon cher,” he informed with a slight sadness in his voice.

“Then they are the most stupid people in this world,” you stated with confidence. “Anyone willing to give you up has to be the biggest fool I’ve ever met.”

A gentle smile tugged at his handsome lips before he let himself fall from leaning back in the chair. “It’s gettin’ cold as hell out here. Move over, I’m comin’ in,” he said before he stood up and took his boots off.

It was clear he was changing the subject, but for the past thirty minutes, the temperature had dropped to icy due to the lack of power and heat. You scooted over to the left on your bed and before you knew it, Remy had burrowed himself in the blankets beside you. This, wasn’t unusual. He was your closest friend at the mansion and sometimes you two wound up sleeping on the couch together, or snuggling up to watch a movie in your room on Sunday afternoons, usually slipping into a nap.

“Better?” you inquired once you settled down beside him.

“At least I ain’t g’ttn frostbite,” he retorted, putting his hands on his face and rubbing them backwards. “When is the damn power g’n be back on?”

Shaking your head, you answered, “No idea.”

The two of you lied in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he spoke again, curiosity in his voice. “Did ah eva tell you that I was engaged once b’fore?”

You frowned, turning just your head to face him. “What? No? When? How?” You couldn’t help the little green eyed monster that creeped up inside you.

He kept his face aimed at your high, dark ceiling, sighing. “Long… long ago. It was to a girl named Bella Donna. It was actually an arranged marriage.”

“Wow. Really? What was the gain?”

“Settlin’ a feud between two of the bands of criminals.” He let out a huff of air. “But her brother was against it, and he challenged me to a duel.”

A gasped escaped without your permission. The thought of Remy doing something so… dangerous, made your heart still in your chest.

“Well, so what happened?” you urged when he didn’t continue, your face turned back towards the ceiling.

“After the wedding…when Julien had challenged me, I agreed. Bein’ raised as ah was, it wasn’t taken lightly. So I agreed to his terms. Only when we got there, the bastard was such a terrible shot…” He stopped, trying to collect his thoughts, you supposed. “His shot breezed past my shoulder and by pure reflex, I shot back, hit him square in the chest.”

You frowned. You knew Gambit had a terribly sad upbringing, another thing that had made you fall easily in love with him. Someone born from so much sorrow brought so much joy into the world. He was so… good, and pure, his dark past was in no way a reflection of him now.

“That’s so sad… How… how did your wife take it?”

“Uh, actually, I didn’t really know. They banished me from N’awlins for a long time. Til Bella Donna needed my help with somethin’. Professor let me take the X-Men back down to help her, but when we all got to an astral plane… I don’ know, somethan happened and Bella Donna died... “

A full second passed before you grabbed his hand under the blankets. All you wanted to do with the action was comfort him, show your support.

“I’m so sorry that happened. Do you miss her?”

“I did. But it turns out she’s alive, livin’ down in N’awlins.”

This took you aback. Gambit had a wife, but he didn’t… miss her? Sure it was arranged but…

“So… you don’t miss her?”

He let out a breath. “Well… I did, at first. We sort of grew up together. She was my first love. But after her family banished me, and I sort of got out on my own, well, there wasn’t much to miss. Then when I found out she was alive, I just wanted her to be happy. I got no desire to be with her.”

“Are you still married to her?”

“No, no. We took care of that years ago. Cut ties. Now, we don’t talk, but it’s alright. She’s got her life, I got mine.”

A blip of silence fell over you two. “I’m so sorry all of that happened to you, Remy,” you suddenly offered, your voice sad, laced with sincerity. You wanted nothing more than to hug him and make any pain or guilt go away.

“Did you really mean what you said, about the… uh... about my parents not wantin’ me?” he asked, not seeming to want to address his past directly.

You turned your head to face him, keeping your head settled on the pillow. “Of course. Remy, I think you’re wonderful. It’s a privilege to know you.”

“You’re not just sayin’ that, are you?”

“No, no. There’s a reason you’re my best friend. I like you. You’re a good person. In fact, I’m rather jealous of this Bella Donna lady. Anyone who gets to be your wife is one hell of a lucky woman.”

Now, it was his turn to face you.

“You really mean that? You think… you think it’s lucky to be my betrothed?”

“I think she hit the jackpot if she got you. Arranged or otherwise.”

He stared at you for just a few moments more, making your cheeks heat to a million degrees.

“Uh, Remy, what’re you staring at?” you wondered.

“Does it bother you?”

“Only because I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinkin’ you are the sweetest, most kind, most compassionate, most powerful, person I’ve ever met. I’m thinkin’ you make me laugh when I don’t wanna. You never let my past represent me. You look past all my flaws. I’m thinkin’ you’re just about damned perfect, Y/N and I’d like nothin’ more than to kiss you right now.”

“Then what are you waitin’ for?” you asked in a soft voice and before you could blink, he let go of your hand to wrap you in a tight embrace. Fingers danced through your hair with skill, making you shiver from his touch. His face slowly got closer to yours, as you helped close the gap from your side as well. Before you knew it, you two finally connected, igniting your body like a Christmas tree. His lips were surprisingly softer than you expected, but firm and plump. Surprising you, his hand slid down your side, around your waist, where he pulled you closer to him, pressing you against his body. The sensation made you yearn to run your hands into his long hair, hold him close, stay in his arms forever.

Suddenly, the power came back on, lights flooded your room, your bedside clock turned on, your TV regained power, and the mystique that had bewitched the room, was now slowly receding.

The two of you broke apart and stared at each other, unsure what to say. His arm was still around your waist, and your arm was still on his back, but neither of you spoke.

“Wow… That was…” You breathed, slightly laughing.

“Yeah… That… uh… was….” he agreed.

The next thing was Charles back in everyone’s head. “Alright everyone, it’s late. Go to bed. You’re free to leave the rooms you’re in.”

The two of you came back out of the informative thought, peering at one another.

“Do… you wanna leave?” you tentatively asked him, wondering where you two stood now.

“Not at all, unless you want me to go?” he questioned, slightly worried about another rejection.

You brought your hand up, your fingertips stroking his face. “I never want you to go anywhere, Remy. I want you right here, in my arms. So long as you’ll have me.”

An adoring smile touched his face as he pulled you closer again. “I’ll never want anything, or anyone but you, Y/F/N.”

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ourquicksilvered · 5 years

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But You Say He’s Just A Friend

Warnings: Mentions of sex, cursing

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x reader, Gambit x reader

You and Peter Maximoff have been friends with benefits for a few months now and just about everyone and their mother knows it. However things turn sour once someone catches feels....

I sigh as Peter uses his super speed to hop out of my bed, dresses himself, and kisses my cheek before muttering a quick “that was amazing” before speeding off.

Every time it was the same. He didn’t want to stay to cuddle or just talk. So why did I think that anything would change over time? I knew that he was full of shit and yet I fall for it and sleep with him anyway, thinking our friend with benefits agreement would either just work out or turn into something else-- not turn into a situation where he now only acknowledges me in private and won’t even make eye contact with me when others are around. So why do I continue?....because the sex is mindblowing of course. Like that’s any real reason.

I missed playing video games with him, pigging out on junk food, and going to concerts with him. Or how we’d play pranks on everyone. Or even just how we’d just stay up and talk/listen to music all night when we couldn’t sleep. I regret the night that we first hooked up....

I hop out of bed and trudge to the shower, slowly gaining control of my legs again. I sigh in contentment as the hot water runs down my body and run my hand through my kinky curls as I try to run conditioner through my thick curly hair.

Once out of the shower, I lotion up and look at the clock seeing that it was just now only 10pm. Deciding that I wasn’t going to go back to bed and pity myself, I change into a little black dress with a pair of silver Doc Martens, getting ready to go out.

“Where ya goin’ Cherie?” A familiar voice asks as I exit my room and walk down the corridor. The voice (that I could definitely hear the smirk in) belonged to a cocky ass, but very attractive Cajun.

“None of your business, darlin’.” My own southern accent seeping out as I smirk at none other than Remy LeBeau, aka Gambit who’s leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face.

“Wha’? Did boy wonda finish too quick?” He continues, his red eyes glowing with mischief.

He follows me down the corridor of the mansion, once he sees that I wasn’t going to answer. I open my mouth, about to defend Peter and then shrug wondering why I should.

“Remy, love, don’t you have something better to do?” I turn on my heels and look at the mutant while pulling a solid black flask out of my purse and sipping of the whiskey within it.

He then takes the flask from me and takes a long sip himself, looking me in the eye sensually the whole time as I raise a brow as to say what the hell.

“Actually...I was thinkin’ o’ goin’ out tonight ta gamble, but now I think I’d have mo’ fun wit you Cherie .” He smirks, coming closer to me.

I know damn well that he was using his charm on me because I suddenly felt sort of warm and my hair was standing on end. I wanted him closer to me, to inhale his scent and feel his warmth against me.

"Cat got ya tongue?” He smirks. He was now so close that I could smell my whiskey on his breath.

“Whatever LeBeau. You can come but drinks are on you darlin’.” I say pushing him away from me.

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Peter’s POV

“No, I mean it Cherie. I don’ know why ya waste ya time wit da kid. He don’ ‘preciate how beautiful ya are.” Gambit slurs as he and Y/n try to make their way across the lawn.

I couldn’t sleep and needed to burn off some energy, so since Y/n wasn’t picking up her phone to go for another round, I thought I’d go for a run and happen to almost literally run into the two. I quickly run out of sight to where I could hear their conversation in secret.

“Remy you’re just saying that so I’d sleep with you.” Y/n groans as she lays on a nearby bench.

She looked cool as always with her black dress and silver boots. Her hair was loose for once and sat like a crown on her head.

“I wouldn’ be opposed ta dat. But I mean it, Cherie. If I was ya man, I’d show ev’rybody ya mine.” He says standing before Y/n, who starts crying.

I immediately feel like a complete and total prick. I never meant to make her feel this way but I didn’t want her to gain feelings for me either. I honestly missed having her as my friend and seeing LeBeau now take my place made my blood boil.

"Y’know what, you’re right. Fuck him!” She yells, causing LeBeau to put a hand over her mouth, while laughing himself.

“Damn Cherie! Ya wanna wake up da whole school?” He laughs, picking up Y/n, and bringing her to her feet.

They both look into each other’s eyes, for a moment before Y/n groans.

“Stop using your charm power on me.” She groans, with her head falling back.

“I assure ya dat I’m not usin’ it right now.” He smirks, making me want to go over and punch it off his face.

They slowly near each other, going in for a kiss and I speed off.

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Y/n’s POV

I groan as I wake up from the sun peeking through my blinds. I squint my eyes as I take in my surroundings, relieved that I was in my room this time and not Peter’s room...or the living room like the last time I blacked out.

After showering and lotioning up, I put on a black Alice in Chains t-shirt, a pair of black shorts and a flannel tied around my waist before heading out to the lawn barefoot. It was a bright and sunny Spring day (thanks mainly to Storm) and not a single cloud in the sky. I walked across the lawn waving at some familiar faces as I walk over to my favorite tree with a book in hand.

“Hey Y/n, wait up!” I hear behind me and roll my eyes recognizing it as Peter’s voice.

I continue my path to the tree, ignoring him but he suddenly appears before me, making me jump.

“Did you forget that I’m fast?” He has the audacity to smirk, which falls once he sees that I wasn’t having it.

“No Peter but considering that this is the first time in months that you’ve acknowledged me in public, I figured I just imagined you were calling me.” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have--” Peter begins but gets cut off by Remy who was lounging on a branch above us, eating an apple.

“Been a dick ta ma girl?” Remy finishes, hopping from his branch and landing gracefully beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Peter looks at us in surprise as Gambit and I smirk at him.

“But I mus’ say dat I owe ya one. If ya hadn’tve screwed up wit her, don’ know if I’d be able ta call ‘er mine.” Remy continues, and kisses me tenderly on the lips.

I almost feel bad as Peter speeds off, but then remember how I felt for months.

“Wow Gambit, you deserve an Oscar. I almost believed your performance.” I laugh, playfully pushing him away.

I stop laughing when I notice his eyebrow raised and arms crossed.

“Cherie, I meant ev’ry word.”

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