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Karma oneshot

@imthepunchlord because they asked.

It had not been a good week for Marinette. Ever since Lila had come back and began to spread her lies, Mari had become more and more isolated from her class. Sure, she had Felix to talk to outside of school but the constant glares and whispering were starting to get to her. She didn’t know how much longer she could sit back and ignore Lila’s lies despite what she’d promised Adrien. They were starting to affect people, case in point being how Marinette had gotten a call from Manon in tears; apparently she had met Lila and fallen victim to her honeyed lies. Lila promised Mrs. Chamack to be Manon’s new babysitter and take her to a show opening, only for Manon to be left waiting for an hour at school, ending with her calling Marinette crying after no one picked her up and her mom too busy to answer. It was tough to listen to Manon’s sobs on the phone but Marinette was able to calm her down after a while, rushing to pick her up and watched her for the day. Despite the trouble with the toddler being dealt with, Marinette had a looming sense of despair afterwards that made her feel like something bad was about to coming.

The next day, as Marinette made her way to school, a box of sweets for the class in hand. When she entered the building she began to hear whispers. Nothing new, really, but they didn’t inspire confidence in her weary heart. As she walked to the classroom she could clearly make out her classmates’ voices, causing her to pause.

“I can’t believe Marinette would do something like that!” Alya’s voice rang out in shock.

“Yeah, she did. She told me that I’m horrible, that I should just–,” the sentence was interrupted by some theatrical sniffling, “– just kill myself. And she- she said you wouldn’t believe me because you were all so stupid,” Lila said through her crocodile tears. “Out of all her words, it was what she said about you guys that really hurt. I’m used to being the target of her tormenting but the idea that anyone would say such horrible things about all of my friends?” the liar continued with painfully fake distress. Marinette rolled her eyes. As if anyone would buy into this bullshit. “It was just too much for me to handle!” Ah, so that’s the end of it at least. Although right around now there’s usually… She heard Lila break down into a fit of false sobs, an attempt to get everyone to come comfort her. Yup, right on cue, Mari thought dryly.

She was about to walk in and ignore the drama of the day when an unexpected declaration echoed through the class. “Well that’s not cool, we need to punish on her!” a male voice declared first from in the classroom. To her shock, many other students mumbled their agreement. But it wasn’t those words that finally brought her down. Rather, it was the lack of any other words. Realizing that of all the friends she’d stood by and supported over the years not a single one spoke in her defense, that was the knowledge that broke her. Mari felt the tears begin to spill down her cheeks.

“Well I found her sketchbook, maybe we could send her a message through it” Lila suggested innocently, her voice immediately losing the crying tone it’d maintained. Oh, no… Marinette dropped the pastries she was holding in a sudden panic and rummaged through her book bag. The panic tightened its grip as she realized that, for once, the liar may be telling the truth. Her sketchbook– it wasn’t there. As her world froze, she could hear the class going to town with her journal. She heard it all. The ripping of binding, the tearing of pages, the insults… She didn’t know what to do, so she just stood by the door in a broken trance until it was finally flung open by Alya as she threw out the destroyed book, the book smacking into Marinettes chest, but she didn’t react. Her friend- well, former friend she supposed, was shocked to see her but fury replaced confusion in an instant. With friends like these, who needs enemies? Alya turned to Marinette with a harsh glare and righteous indignation burning in her eyes, but it faltered when she saw the tears flooding her bluebell eyes, the pastries all over the floor, and the look of utter betrayal fixed on Mari’s face.

Alya didn’t even get a word in before Marinette let out a choked sob and ran away, leaving behind the stunned girl.

“Alya, what’s up” Nino asked in confusion as he watched how his girlfriend stood frozen.

“I think… I think we went too far,” Alya whispered.

As Marinette ran out the school building she crashed into a familiar blond boy. Sadly, it wasn’t the blond boy she was looking for.

“Marinette? What happened?” Adrien asked with genuine concern, trying to reach over to comfort the girl. Hell must have finally frozen over that day because Marinette Dupain-Cheng actually flinched away from Adrien Agreste.

“This is all your fault,” Marinette hissed out through her clenched teeth and tears. Adrien took a step back like he had been slapped. “You think she isn’t doing any harm?! That no one is getting hurt?! Well, I feel pretty hurt!! She turned everyone against me. Just like she said she would. And I stood back and let her rope them in because you said it wouldn’t matter as long as we were in it together. But we weren’t! you stood back and stayed silent, I dealt with the punishment! And now everyone hates me, and you get to keep your distance just like you have been from the start!” Marinette yelled before ending with painful weeping. Adrien tried his best to comfort his friend once more, gently reaching out for her.

“No!” Marinette snapped glaring daggers before running off to god knows where. Adrien just sighed and shook his head. Though he truly didn’t want to, he had a feeling he might have to fight Marinette today. But before he could go after her he needed to find out exactly what it was that made her so upset. Adrien walked towards the school with a newfound determination in his eyes.

Marinette ran to the nearest park. The tears made it hard to see but she didn’t care. She looked for someone, anyone she knew and that would be willing to listen. She just needed to talk to someone - talking would help. She fervently tapped on her phone, texting the blond she would have preferred to run into to meet her in the park. It didn’t take long for him to appear. He looked around in a panic until his eyes finally fell on his friend.

“Marinette?!!” Felix cried, shocked. The shaking girl dropped her bag and collapsed into his steady arms. In all the time he had known the girl, she had never cried like this. She was always one with bright eyes and neverending hope, but today there was nothing but emptiness in her eyes.

“I can’t do this!! I can’t do it anymore!! They hate me! They all hate me, after everything I did for them!! I can’t live like this!” Marinette cried into the boys chest, his arms wrapping tightly around her. Felix took a moment to process the information before pulling back from Mari and giving her some room. He then took one of Marinette’s ribbons, that had come loose at some point during her breakdown, and tied it around their hands, connecting them. Marinette stared in confusion through watery eyes.

“It’s ok. I’m here,” Felix said in a soft voice giving her hand a squeeze. “I’m here,” he repeated as he pulled her back into a hug. The ribbon was a reassurance for his friend, something to ground her to him. She found herself melting into his embrace and with a shaky breath, Marinette began telling him what happened, the betrayal she had felt, the worthlessness that consumed her. With every word Marinette spoke, she felt slightly more at peace with her situation. With every word Marinette spoke, Felix felt increasingly more angry on her behalf.

“Don’t listen to them. They’re idiots that can’t see what’s good even when it’s right in front of them. Don’t worry Karma will come around to them,” Felix said to comfort the girl, but it did nothing but fuel his own anger. If he could go over there, if he could just have 10 minutes alone with that class, he would make them suffer.

He would make them know true pain for what they’ve done to Marinette, his light in the dark.

Both teens were so distracted by their feelings that they failed to notice the black butterfly that flew purposefully towards them. It seemed to hesitate however, like the negative emotions from these two were just too dangerous. Whoever was controlling the little butterfly didn’t seem to care about the risk though and it was soon forced to land on the ribbon that kept them connected. When it hit, both teens seemed to relax, as if being shut down. Little did Hawkmoth know a certain red Kawmi snatched up a pair of earrings and got herself far away alway before the akuma hit.

“Hello, Karma. I am Hawkmoth. I will give you the power to bring punishment to those who deserve it, and mercy to those who do not and all I asked for in return is the Ladybug and Chat Noir Miraculous. Do we have a deal?” The voice in their head asked.

The voice sounded very familiar to both Felix and Marinette… However, Felix was already thinking ten steps ahead. And he knew exactly how he would win.

Felix and Marinette looked forward, eyes filled with tears and rage.

“Yes, Hawkmoth.”

–

Adrien stomped into his classroom, his eyes held fierce flames of judgement. He noticed as he came in that the class had the gall to look proud save for Alya, who looked worriedly at the door. Everyone else held their head so fucking high that it made Adrien want to puke. Or scream. Or both. The worst was Lila; she had such a smug smirk that she looked like the cat that ate the canary.

“What the hell did you guys do?” Adrien snarled, his words like venom. Despite his tone, Lila was undeterred and expertly began her tearful routine.

“Oh Adrien, it’s horrible. Marinette texted me last night. She called me horrible names, and told me to kill myself. Can you believe it?” Lila asked with fresh tears trailing down her face. Most of the class looked angry on Lila’s behalf upon hearing the accusation again, but Alya just ducked her head.

“Actually, no. I can’t believe it. Because Marinette’s phone has been broken for the past week and she only just got it back this morning,” Adrien snapped and the class froze at his words. Lila looked like a deer caught in headlights as she tried to find a way to back up her lie. However, Adrien didn’t let her follow her devious train of thought.

“You came here with your lies and I let it go because I thought you would improve!! But instead you’ve driven away Marinette! Our everyday Ladybug! Do you have any idea what will happen if she gets akumatized?!” Adrien asked and fear laced the last sentence. Marinette was the smartest of the students and the only one who could think like Ladybug. She would be an enemy who could go against Ladybug and have a real shot at winning. It scared Adrien. In truth, it scared them all when they actually stopped and thought about it.

“Dude, is that true?” Nino asked for the rest of the class. If what Adrien said was true, it means they had hurt their everyday Ladybug, their friend, for no reason. God, what had they done.

“Yes. Let’s hope Chat Noir and Ladybug find her fast,” Adrien commented before the teacher came in forcing and forced them to sit down. Clearly, Chat Noir wouldn’t be doing any finding any time soon. The class shared a feeling of hopelessness as they prepared to see their once-friend made into an akuma. Adrien waited impatiently until he had a chance to get away to transform.

Please be alright Marinette, he pleaded quietly, “I’ll be there soon”.

Two figures walked into the hospital. It was very clear they were both akumas. Their skin was a gray color; the girl with dark hair wore black while the guy with white hair wore white. The girl seem to have white as an accenting color, seeing how her dress had white embroiled flowers on it. The guy had the same on his white shirt but with black flowers instead. Both of their outfits seemed to have Chinese roots. And If one had anything, no matter how small, the other had the same thing but flipped and in the opposite color. The only color on the two was their eyes, the girl had piercing red while the boy had soft green; nether comforted the poor staff.

Many of the hospital workers froze. While sometimes akuma affected them indirectly (like flooding the city), they had never had one enter the hospital. Most just stared at the two, though one nurse was smart enough to make a post about it on the Ladyblog. One of doctor’s starring at them had, his attention was pulled away from the akumas by a little girl grabbing his arm.

“Why couldn’t you save him?!” the brown-haired girl screamed out through tears catching everyone’s attention - even that of the akumas. The doctor tried to shush the girl, who didn’t realized they were in danger. She ignored him, gesturing to an open room where an old man lay on a bed, the heart monitor was a flat line. “Why didn’t you save him?! He didn’t do anything!! Why couldn’t you save him?”

The akumas looked over at the commotion, empathizing with the girl full of sadness in her heart. The girl was right, the man didn’t deserve to die. He was a good father who tried to help everyone. He had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time, taking his daughter to school only to be hit by another driver. The black-headed girl brought up her hand, causing the nurses to moved away from the akuma, expecting something bad to happen.

But nothing bad did.

Instead, the girl moved her hand forward, and in that moment the old man who had been dead moments ago took in a big gasp and the heart monitor sputtered to life. This immediately got the crying girls attention and the doctor’s, who both ran into the room to check on the once dead man. The nurses looked at the akuma in shock. This akuma didn’t try and attack anyone, it didn’t try to hurt anyone at all. Just the opposite in fact - they had saved a life, they resurrected the dead.

The two akumas smiled at each other, a message passing without words. The blond boy started to pull the black girls hand to move her through the hospital. As they walked none of the nurses tried to stop them. After all, what harm would they do? It seemed that everyone who was in the hospital because of an accidents or just down on their luck was visited by the akuma. The black-haired girl waved, smiled and gave small gestures to the patients. Every patient that the black-haired girl visited was cured. Cancer cured, bones mended, and sickness gone. Everyone visited was healed.

Except for one.

The man was on a bed, cuffed, cussing up a storm. He was a drunk driver, and the one who had killed the previously mentioned old man in a car wreck, but he didn’t care. Even after sobering, he yelled, screamed and cussed the doctors out, believing he had done nothing wrong. The white-haired boy glared at the man. He could see everything vile the man ever did. He didn’t care for what he had done; he had taken many lives with his drunk driving, had his license revoked, but he didn’t care. The boy just glared at the thrashing man on the bed and then silently brought his hand up to his chest, holding it a few inches from his heart. The boy made a gesture like someone gripping something. At that moment, the man stopped like someone had just clutched his heart. The drunk’s heart monitor was going wild, going in every direction. The nurse quickly ran into the man’s room to try and save his life, but his heart monitor stopped, maintainingd a steady flat line. As the nurse tried to resurrect the dead man, the white-haired boy walked away with a smile.

This was Karma’s wrath.

And Karma’s wrath was about to hit two different areas: the final destination was Hawkmoth, but first they had to make a stop at a school full of stupid teenagers.

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Hawkmoth was panicking, he was really past the point of panicking; his house had been shut down like it was under the threat of an akuma. Because it was. Hawkmoth couldn’t really control the akuma, the two vastly different emotions during akumatization made it much more difficult to control than he expected. He thought they would be a normal akuma trying to get their revenge before having to be reminded to get Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous. It wasn’t until the akuma split up after the hospital that he peered into the boys thoughts, wondering what he was planning. He had figured they would start to go after the miraculous but no that wasn’t the case.

‘Get out of our head Gabriel. We’re coming for you. Karma is coming for you’ the boy thought before Gabriel was complete shut out of his mind. The male, who he discovered was his nephew Felix, had so much anger behind the thought that he didn’t dare take it lightly. He tried to call back the akuma, tried to take away their power; but it couldn’t be done. The akuma had somehow secured their power. Noroo always warned him that abusing the miraculous would be his downfall; he just didn’t think it would be like this. Gabriel order his workers to guard every entrance while he paced back and forth. He was thinking about how to stop this, how to get the akuma back.

How could he stop Karma?

Oh Gabriel, Karma gets everyone eventually

He didn’t get long to think about it before his doors were thrown open. He looked at what was thrown at the door, however it wasn’t an object that was thrown at the door, it was a person. It was Natalie but right now she was Mayura, but she didn’t look like the terrifying villainess that portrayed herself as. She was curled up around a bar that went straight through her, going in her stomach and out her back. She whimpers out softly trying to hold the bar, as if it would stop her pain.

“Natalie!” Gabriel yelled out in shock. How could the akuma do this?

“I warned you, you would suffer Karma if you stood in the way” Felix-no I’m sorry, Karma said shaking his head, like that you would at a small misbehaving child. Karma then looked at Gabriel with his soft green eyes, but they didn’t offer any comfort. Gabriel took a step back when Karma took a step forward.

“Gabriel Agreste. You have committed so many atrocities, you will face Karma’s wrath” Karma said in a stern voice making Gabriel shake, however he tried to hid his fear.

“I’m just trying to save my wife!” Gabriel argued.

“That doesn’t matter. You caused so much grief for people, so much suffering, ; you will get what you deserve” Karma informed with a dead expression, not breaking eye contact he kicked a box towards Gabriel that knocked into something.

“Then I’ll fight you!” Gabriel yelled holding out a cane as a weapon.

“That’s your choice” Karma informed. What Hawkmoth didn’t realized was that the box caused a chain reaction, it hit other stuff, knocked stuff down, let loose a wire. A wire swept down in a flash, around neck height.

The wire severed Hawkmoths head from his body.

Adrien kept tapping his foot, not paying attention to anything his teacher had said. He was worried, really worried about Marinette; he would have transformed and gone to check on her but class started before he got the chance. Some of the class seemed sad, thinking about what they had done while others just looked normal. They didn’t care about what happened, they didn’t care about their friend.

It made him sick.

‘God why does my arm keep itching’ Adrien thought as he rolled up the sleeve to scratch at it. It didn’t take long before he felt pain, a stabbing pain in his arm. Adrien let a scream causing eyes to be turned on to him; red began to spread on of his arm. As it kept going down his arms he could see, a word? Whatever is doing this is carving a word into him. It wasn’t until the word was complete that he knew who it was.

‘Coward’

‘Oh god Marinette did this to me’ he thought through tears. He heard Nino scream in pain before he decided to run out. He needed to find a place to transform, to save his friend, to say he was sorry.

The girl Karma just finished her work on the little Nino doll, words freshly carved in; if she closed her eyes she was in the classroom. She could hear their panic, feel their terror. Karma let out a heavy sigh, she wasn’t made to punish others, that was her other halfs job; however he was going after Hawkmoth so there wasn’t much she could do. She looked down at the doll and it had lost all of its features, appearing to be that of a voodoo doll. Karma took a deep breath before imagining a friend, well a former friend. As her anger built up the doll took the shape of that friend, Alya. Karma just glared down at the doll; needle in hand, ready to make them pay. However she kept hesitating, as it wasn’t in her nature to hurt people.

‘Remember they hurt you’ her other half said in her head, as if some kind of twisted encouragement. She nodded to herself feeling his rage; if he could talk he must have finished his job.

Karma began to work on the Alya doll, as she was carving the word ‘traitor’ into the dolls stomach she heard something close by. It was the sound of feet hitting the ground.

“Marinette please don’t do this” Chat Noir cried out as he moved towards the sitting akuma. Karma just shook her head, she could feel the boy’s worry but it was too late now.

“Go away Chat. I don’t want to have to hurt you” Karma said taking a moment to stop carving.

“I don’t ether. Please just give me the akuma so Ladybug and I can fix it” Chat said holding out his hand, asking for the object. Marinette let out a chuckle, not an evil one, but a sad one. Chat faltered after as he heard the broken sound.

“Ladybug isn’t coming” Marinette said.

“What?”

“Ladybug isn’t coming Chatton. Please go away before I have to hurt you” Marinette pleaded with the hero. He paused for a minute before reaching forward, as if to grab the object. However before he got close enough an object came flying out of nowhere knocking the poor hero back. Her other half appeared by her and just stared at her.

“You ok?” He asked, his voice sounded like a twisted mix of Marinette and Felix’s, just as hers had.

“Yes, I’m dealing with the class. Could you distract the kitty?“ Karma asked and with a simple nod her other half was off to deal with the hero. She quickly gave him a mental note of to not hurt Chat Noir; after all he had came to check on her and didn’t try to attack. Karma then turned her attention to the doll, quickly finishing her carving. Every bit of pain Marinette had felt was transferred to the doll. However she saved most of her anger for one person in particular. She closed her eyes and let out all her anger, every nasty thought she had ever had. When she open them again the doll looked like Lila, the girl that made Marinette’s life a living hell. She brought the needle down on the doll, carving the same word over and over again.

‘Liar’

Chat wasn’t having a good time fighting the boy. It seemed everything he tried to do to stop him was countered and he couldn’t land a hit. The worse part was he wasn’t feeling any of it; it was like the akuma was taunting him, like they were playing cat and mouse. Chat felt like the mouse at this point. He tried everything to get back to Marinette but the other was having none of it. He felt like he was fighting for ages before he saw Marinette walked up. Chat grimaced at this he would have to fight two akumas on his own, God where was Ladybug?

Marinette however didn’t do anything other than go over to the boy, she put a hand on his arm which made him drop his fight pose. They looked at each other before Marinette shook her head no. They started to reach into their pockets, Chat was still on guard though, he didn’t trust them. The akuma held out their hands together and opened them, letting Chat take a peek.

It was the butterfly and peacock miraculous.

“What?-How?” Chat started confuse.

“And the ribbon as well. That’s where the akuma is” Karma states together earning a shock look from Chat.

“Why?” was all Chat could ask.

“We know you know the guardian and he can fix this mess” They offered. Chat stood there in silence for a minute before grabbing the objects and running off. He left Karma behind.

“I’m going to miss this” Felix confessed to the girl.

“I will to, but it’s the right thing to do” Marinette said as they sat down on a bench waiting for the Miraculous cure to happen. They loved the feeling of being so close, of being together; but they had to separate, it’s what Karma would do.

“Master” Chat said flying into the Chinese shop. Any words he had thought up vanished when he saw Ladybug’s Kwami, floating close by Fu with sad eyes.

“So Ladybug wouldn’t help?” Chat asked confused. He didn’t understand, why would Ladybug give up her earrings especially with such a dangerous akuma.

“Chat Noir……The akuma is Ladybug” Fu said, and causing Adriens world to shatter. Ladybug is Marinette, Marinette is Ladybug, he let down Ladybug. Despite his state he handed over the miraculous and the akuma, Fu tried to question him but he wasn’t paying attention, he was numb. He caused his Lady to get akumatized, he let down his friend.

After a few minutes of talking from Tikki, she finally convinces him to power down and put on the earrings. Paris needed the miraculous cure and he was the only one they could trust. He powered down before putting on the earrings and saying the magic words.

“Tikki, spots on!”

After the transformation finished he looked over at the black and white ribbon, the proof that he messed up. He quickly tore it and caught the akuma before shouting the words.

“Miraculous Ladybug”

Everything would go back to normal. They now have the butterfly miraculous, everything would be ok right?

The stinging on his arm said otherwise.

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Different Time

Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Blood and Violence, Strong Language, Happy Endings

Word Count: 2,358

Main Masterlist: Here

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Summary: Being dragged into the Void by your good buddy Wade was not how you imagined to be spending your days after your lover had died.

A single card was fixed between her fingers as she walked behind the other two people on their journey. There was silence all around the trio as they walked through the field. She did not pay attention to what was being said, nor did she care very much. If it was of any importance to her, they would let her know.

Before she knew what was going on, a dog was running straight for them. But the man with long, flowing locks that was running behind made her finger tingle with energy. After Deadpool and the Wolverine ahead of her did not move to attack the man, she let that energy fizzle out. Not that it would have done much damage anyways. It was getting harder and harder to remember what it was like. And yet, she could see it so clearly in her mind; the first time he had shown her what he could do.

“So what can you do exactly? You just throw cards at people?”

“Nah, cher,” his hands came up to hold a card between his fingers, “is much more den dat. I charge da playin’ cards wit energy. And den dey go boom.” His chuckle followed shortly afterwards.

“Is that so huh?” She chuckled as well. But the man just smiled, and wrapped his arms around her anyways.

“See is like dis, cher. Watch and learn.”

With his arms around her, he held an ace of hearts. Flicking it in the air caused a pink glow to encompass it. She giggled as he swiped the card from the sky, and touched it to her skin. The resulting kinetic energy made her entire body jolt, but the man kept her grounded as it flowed through each and every muscle.

“Feel dat, cher?” His breath fanned across her cheek as she rested against his chest. Once she had recovered, she held her hand and felt the card laid in her palm. Flipping it over through her fingers, she managed to produce a glow and a light crackling energy field around the object.

“Atta girl, cher.” A kiss was laid upon her cheek, and she felt the day old scruff rub against the crook of her neck.

“You comin’, bub?” A gruff voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Snapping into reality, the three men in front of her were looking like they were off to go somewhere.

“Apologies,” came her reply.

“Did we just miss some exposition about you? I feel like we just missed a vital flashback into your tragic backstory. Besides, I would like to find out what you do exactly. We’ve never gotten a clear answer. You just sort of do everything, like Taylor Swift.” Wade was having none of her dismissal.

“What are you talking about?” She was utterly confused, but Logan waved the red menace of off.

“Don’t pay him any mind. Come on, let’s go.” They all made the trek out to the dense corn that housed an old Honda Odyssey, which made the merc in red pitch a hissy fit.

“Get in the fucking car.” Logan snapped at Wade, utterly feed up with his antics. Before being prompted, she threw open the side door and climbed n the back. She watched as Deadpool tried to run off with the sweet little pup that had found them, but Wolverine put a very fast stop to that. Defeated, Wade climbed in the passenger seat, while Logan went in the driver’s, and they were off.

Somewhere along the way, she must have dozed off. That was the only explanation for the memory she was experiencing right now. Except, she was not exactly experiencing it as t had happened. No, she was watching it from an outsider’s perspective.

The first thing she saw, was a dingy old motel room floor. And the next, was laughing. Looking up, she saw them. It was her, and her beau play fighting on the bed of the motel room.

“Now, you know bettah den to play dirty, cher. Ain’t no coyon, ya know?” Her lover had trapped her arms to her body, and was smiling as big as ever. Plush lips stretched across his face. Hazel eyes twinkled brightly.

“Didn’t hear you complaining about me playing dirty last night,” she teased. Turning in his arms, she looked up at her lover with nothing but adoration.

“Well, Gambit seems to remember you not complainin’ neither.” His lips came down onto hers.

Watching from her spot near the dresser, the future her could still feel the wonderful pressure of their kiss. Tracing her fingers over her own, melancholy filled her heart. He looked so alive in this moment. A moment that she cherished with her whole being.

“Ahh!”

Something far less pleasant awoke her this time from her thoughts. One of Wade’s knives had lodged itself in her shin. Blood steadily poured itself from the wound. And the world fell still for a moment. Raising her eyes, she felt herself shaking in anger and pain as Deadpool met her gaze.

“Oh no. Oh, I am so sorry.” He wheezed. But it was too late.

Her other leg raised and kicked him hard in the head. While he was disoriented, her mind contorted the blade that was in his hands; even the hand that was holding the knife began to bend and break. Holding her knee, she made herself fall through the car and onto the ground below.

“Where’d she go? Magic woman.” She heard Deadpool exclaim loudly. It was followed by a growl and a squeak. And the car started to rock with the force that they were going at each other.

Rolling to her right, she got out from underneath the vehicle before someone sent a blade through to her again. Releasing her leg, she crawled on her belly over to a tree that was still facing the car. Her forearms were covered in dirt and leaves now, as were the entire lower half of her body. While keeping an eye on the Odyssey, she worked to remove her boots and rolled up the pants from her injured leg. She could see the wound eventually and worked to clear her mind.

Regenerating always took a lot from her. It took a lot physically and mentally from her, but she could get it done. Groans slipped from her lips as she could feel her skin, muscles, and even veins being to stitch themselves together. A scar was all that was left in the place of the stab wound. The woman rested against the large piece of wood behind her and watched through blackening vision as both men were thrown through the car, and jumped back in with fervor.

That was the image that she passed out to. That was the last thing in the real world that she saw. She was not sure how much time had passed between her passing out, and when she woke up. But she immediately recognized that she was not where she was before. There were stone walls all around her, and she was lying down on a bed. Before sitting up, she looked and could see Logan with a bottle of liquor to her right.

Voices were muffled all around her. She could not pin point a specific one, but something felt off. Like someone or something was there, and how that was supposed to make her feel, she did not know. Groaning, she sat up and caught the attention of everyone else that was talking. One person much more than anyone else. A familiar drawl called out her name, and her body filled with dread. Footsteps came closer, and the muffs came off from her ear.

“Cher, that you?” Her heart sped up and it felt like it was beating out of her chest. A hand came to her shoulder, but she was not having whatever weird illusion this was. Grabbing whoever’s wrist this was, she used her body weight and center of gravity to pivot the person onto their back on the floor beside the bed she was on.

Staring down, her heart stopped. This was her beau. Remy was staring up at her with wide eyes. Letting out a shaking breath, her hands let go of the man as if he had burned her and stood upon shaking legs. The man on the ground was not doing much better than her. He stood just as quickly, and looked at the woman just the same.

“Oh, thank you Lord. It is you.” He whispered, taking a step closer. But her hand shot up to stop him from getting closer.

“Don’t. Who the hell are you? And what are you doing with that suit on?” She demanded, and watched the confusion sink in.

“Cher, it’s me. It’s your Gambit. I’m jus’ wonderin’ how in da hell you here now.” Remy breathed.

“Oh my god!” Everyone’s attention was brought to Deadpool who was wide eyed in his mask. “This is your tragic backstory. You and him…”

“I need some air.” She turned on her heels, and phased through her wall till she was outside in the forest. Outside, she tried to draw in a deep breath, but found her body starting to seize. Everything got too much. Shaky limbs and sweaty palms found themselves crashing onto the forest floor. She tried to breathe in again but only managed half a breath. Her heart was beating out of her chest. The world began to spin.

“Ay, ay, you alright, cher. Come ‘ere. Let’s settle on down now, ya.” Thick arms encompassed her. They grounded her back to reality. As Remy kept whispering soothing words, she felt her world come back into focus. Her heart slowed down and was now moving at a steady rhythm. She was following Remy’s lead on her breaths; in through the nose for four, hold for four, out for four. Her arms and legs were soothing themselves out and she was able to wipe off her palms onto the legs of her suit.

“Dat’s a good girl, now. Ain’t no reason to be like dat. Just a little frightenin’ is all. Didn’ mean to.” He was apologizing for scaring her? After she had thrown him to the ground and walked out on everyone? Those arms felt so familiar and comforting; she did not want to move rom them. But she had to face this man. She had to know. Turning, her eyes finally came up close and personal with the man that had introduced himself as Gambit, Remy LeBeau.

“You good now, cher? Feelin’ a little bettah?” Even after all of this, he was still so caring.

“Yeah. How are you alive?” She whispered, tracing her eyes over every inch of his face like this was the last time she was going to see it. Because it just might.

“I been wonderin’ da same thing. Don’t know how long I been in dis here Void, but you was gone long before I got here.” One of his hands came up and pet her head so very softly.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” Her attempt at a joke made the Cajun chuckle as well. Sure, both of their laughs were tinged with sadness, but they were laughing together again.

“Well, I uh-” he stammered, trying to find the right words, “was out playin’ cards. Got a feelin’ dat somethin’ was wrong. Went back to the apartment we was stayin’ in. And you… you were gone when I got there. Tracked down who had killed ya, and it turned out to be my ol’ thievin’ ring. Didn’ like da fact dat we was ‘bout to get outta da game apparently. Da hardest thing Remy ever done was buryin’ you. Easiest was killin’ da sons o’ bitches dat took you from me.”

Silence enveloped them as the weight of his words sunk in.

“Something very similar happened in my timeline.” She replied, watching as he seemed to going through the same emotions she was.

“We were on our way back from a mission for Xavier. You and I were with Jean, Scott, and Storm. God, she was making so many jokes about how she was the fifth wheel on that mission and we were making it worse for her. Anyways, we got ambushed by the Brotherhood. We were actually taking out a good chunk of them, but Sabertooth got the drop on you. You bled out in my arms on the way back to the mansion. You had me promise not to do anything rash in the aftermath, but it was difficult.”

Tears welled in both of their eyes. Both of them mourning a love and life lost in tragic fashion. Remy pulled her in close, and she breathed in deeply. That familiar leather and musk scent blended with the fresh air outside. She just wanted that scent bottled up and kept with her at all times.

“So it seems to ol’ Gambit dat we both lost our other half. Maybe you was supposed to be the one that completed my deck, cher.” Her head raised and her eyebrow as she turned to look at the man in confusion.

“You’ve got an incomplete deck,” came her question. She began feeling around for a pocket in her jacket that was directly over her heart.

“Jus’ missin’ one card. Whatchu lookin’ for?” He questioned, letting her move around freely.

“Get your deck out,” his eyebrows raised. “Your card deck, Gambit. Humor me.”

“Whatevea you say, cher.”

The duo shifted until their respective items were grabbed. Remy produced a deck of cards and quickly rearranged them to be in card order. Her card was in between her first two fingers. As Gambit sifted through his deck, he stopped right where a card was missing. And as she revealed what was in her hands, the two suddenly looked at each other with love and tears. Her ace of hearts was missing from his deck, but he had finally found it again. It was a different time, different place, even a different person, but it was the same love that spanned the multiverse.

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Karma oneshot

@imthepunchlord because they asked.

“I can’t believe Marinette would do something like that!” Alya’s voice rang out in shock.

Alya didn’t even get a word in before Marinette let out a choked sob and ran away, leaving behind the stunned girl.

“Alya, what’s up” Nino asked in confusion as he watched how his girlfriend stood frozen.

“I think… I think we went too far,” Alya whispered.

As Marinette ran out the school building she crashed into a familiar blond boy. Sadly, it wasn’t the blond boy she was looking for.

He would make them know true pain for what they’ve done to Marinette, his light in the dark.

The voice sounded very familiar to both Felix and Marinette… However, Felix was already thinking ten steps ahead. And he knew exactly how he would win.

Felix and Marinette looked forward, eyes filled with tears and rage.

“Yes, Hawkmoth.”

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“What the hell did you guys do?” Adrien snarled, his words like venom. Despite his tone, Lila was undeterred and expertly began her tearful routine.

“Dude, is that true?” Nino asked for the rest of the class. If what Adrien said was true, it means they had hurt their everyday Ladybug, their friend, for no reason. God, what had they done.

Please be alright Marinette, he pleaded quietly, “I’ll be there soon”.

But nothing bad did.

Except for one.

This was Karma’s wrath.

And Karma’s wrath was about to hit two different areas: the final destination was Hawkmoth, but first they had to make a stop at a school full of stupid teenagers.

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How could he stop Karma?

Oh Gabriel, Karma gets everyone eventually

“Natalie!” Gabriel yelled out in shock. How could the akuma do this?

“Gabriel Agreste. You have committed so many atrocities, you will face Karma’s wrath” Karma said in a stern voice making Gabriel shake, however he tried to hid his fear.

“I’m just trying to save my wife!” Gabriel argued.

“Then I’ll fight you!” Gabriel yelled holding out a cane as a weapon.

The wire severed Hawkmoths head from his body.

It made him sick.

‘Coward’

‘Remember they hurt you’ her other half said in her head, as if some kind of twisted encouragement. She nodded to herself feeling his rage; if he could talk he must have finished his job.

Karma began to work on the Alya doll, as she was carving the word ‘traitor’ into the dolls stomach she heard something close by. It was the sound of feet hitting the ground.

“Marinette please don’t do this” Chat Noir cried out as he moved towards the sitting akuma. Karma just shook her head, she could feel the boy’s worry but it was too late now.

“Go away Chat. I don’t want to have to hurt you” Karma said taking a moment to stop carving.

“Ladybug isn’t coming” Marinette said.

“What?”

“You ok?” He asked, his voice sounded like a twisted mix of Marinette and Felix’s, just as hers had.

‘Liar’

It was the butterfly and peacock miraculous.

“What?-How?” Chat started confuse.

“And the ribbon as well. That’s where the akuma is” Karma states together earning a shock look from Chat.

“Why?” was all Chat could ask.

“We know you know the guardian and he can fix this mess” They offered. Chat stood there in silence for a minute before grabbing the objects and running off. He left Karma behind.

“I’m going to miss this” Felix confessed to the girl.

“Master” Chat said flying into the Chinese shop. Any words he had thought up vanished when he saw Ladybug’s Kwami, floating close by Fu with sad eyes.

“So Ladybug wouldn’t help?” Chat asked confused. He didn’t understand, why would Ladybug give up her earrings especially with such a dangerous akuma.

“Tikki, spots on!”

After the transformation finished he looked over at the black and white ribbon, the proof that he messed up. He quickly tore it and caught the akuma before shouting the words.

“Miraculous Ladybug”

Everything would go back to normal. They now have the butterfly miraculous, everything would be ok right?

The stinging on his arm said otherwise.

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my-mixed-up-reposts · 14 days ago

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Hello could I request a Remy LeBeau x reader where she has bad insomnia and he tries to help her sleep?

Sleepless Nights and Cajun Comfort

It was one of those nights again—another sleepless, restless night. You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing, unable to shut down. The clock on your nightstand blinked with red numbers that seemed to taunt you, reminding you of just how long you’d been awake. Insomnia had always been your worst enemy, stealing away any hope of a peaceful night.

You sighed, shifting for the hundredth time beneath the sheets, wondering if you’d ever fall asleep. Just as you closed your eyes to try again, a soft knock came from your bedroom door.

“Chère, y’ still up?” Remy’s voice, low and smooth, called out through the door.

You hesitated for a moment before answering, "Yeah… can’t sleep."

The door creaked open, and there he was, Remy LeBeau, leaning against the frame with his usual charm, eyes filled with concern. He stepped inside, wearing that soft smile he always reserved just for you, carrying a cup of tea in his hand.

“Figured as much. Thought y’might need some company,” he said softly, walking over to your bedside.

You sat up slightly, giving him a grateful look. "You didn’t have to do that."

Remy shrugged casually, but there was warmth in his eyes. "What kind o’ gentleman would I be if I let ma fille struggle on her own?" He handed you the cup, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you.

You took a small sip, the warmth of the tea soothing your frayed nerves, though you knew it wouldn’t be enough to knock you out. Still, the gesture was sweet, and you appreciated it more than you could say. “Thanks, Remy… but you should be sleeping too.”

He chuckled, the sound low and comforting. “I’ll sleep when y’do, chère. Besides, I’ve been ‘round long enough t’know sleepin’s better when y’got someone t’share it with.” He raised an eyebrow, a hint of teasing in his voice as he gently nudged you.

You smiled softly, despite your exhaustion. It wasn’t the first time he’d stayed up with you like this, trying his best to help you sleep, even when you were sure nothing could.

Remy reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your cheek. “Why don’t y’lay down, hm? Let ol’ Remy help ya relax.”

You hesitated but nodded, setting the cup aside and laying back down on the bed. He followed, positioning himself next to you, propped up on his side so he could watch you. His touch was gentle as he reached for your hand, his thumb rubbing small circles into your palm.

“You know, back in Nawlins, when someone couldn’t sleep, we’d tell ‘em stories,” he said, his voice low and soothing, like a lullaby.

You chuckled softly, turning your head to look at him. “You have a story for everything.”

Remy grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Maybe. But tonight’s story is ‘bout a beautiful girl who’s got all these thoughts racin’ in her head, keepin’ her awake. Lucky for her, she’s got a handsome Cajun who’s willin’ t’stay up all night t’help her find some peace.”

You smiled at that, feeling the weight of your insomnia lifting just slightly. His voice was enough to make the world feel a little quieter, a little less chaotic.

He shifted closer, his arm draping across your waist as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Close your eyes, chère. I got y’.”

For the first time all night, your eyelids felt heavy. You closed your eyes, letting the sound of his voice and the warmth of his presence lull you into a sense of calm. His hand stayed resting gently on your waist, his thumb occasionally tracing light patterns along your skin.

“You’re too good to me,” you whispered, already feeling sleep pulling at you.

“Only cause y’deserve it, ma belle,” he murmured, his lips brushing your temple as he settled in beside you. “Now, sleep. Remy ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

And just like that, with his warmth surrounding you and his soothing voice in your ear, you finally let go. Sleep came, gentle and quiet, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t have to fight for it. You had Remy beside you, keeping the sleepless nights at bay.

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Hello if your taking requests could we get a Remy LeBeau x mutant!reader were he gets jealous because morph keeps flirting with reader?

Flames of Jealousy

Remy LeBeau leaned against the wall in the rec room, his eyes fixed on you as you laughed at something Morph said. The shapeshifter had taken his usual place at your side, cracking jokes and throwing playful winks your way. Normally, Remy would’ve brushed it off—it was just Morph being his usual flirty self—but today, something about the way Morph leaned in a little too close made Remy’s blood simmer.

You didn’t notice the tension building in the room, too caught up in Morph’s antics, but Remy’s jaw tightened with each passing second. His fingers twitched, the urge to charge one of his cards bubbling up inside him. He hated this feeling—jealousy. It wasn’t something he was used to, but watching Morph flirt so openly with you made it impossible to ignore.

Remy pushed off the wall, deciding he’d had enough. He crossed the room with his usual confident swagger, though his eyes held a sharpness that wasn’t there before. "Y’know, cher, dere’s a lot better company ‘round here than a joker like Morph," he said smoothly, placing himself between you and the shapeshifter.

You blinked, looking up at Remy in surprise. "Oh, hey, Remy. We were just talking about—"

"Yeah, I heard," Remy cut in, his tone a bit sharper than usual. His gaze shifted to Morph, who raised his hands in mock surrender, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting out of Remy.

"Easy there, Gumbo," Morph teased, shifting into a copy of Remy with an exaggerated smirk. "No need to get all territorial."

Remy’s eyes narrowed, not appreciating the mockery. "Ain’t nothin’ territorial ‘bout it. Just lookin’ out for mon cher, is all."

You furrowed your brow, sensing the tension between the two. "What’s going on?"

Remy ignored the question, his gaze fixed on Morph. "You got somewhere else to be, Morph? Maybe a mirror you can go admire yourself in?"

Morph chuckled, clearly unbothered, but he stood up anyway, giving you a playful wink before sauntering off. "Alright, alright. I’ll leave you lovebirds alone."

As Morph left, you turned to Remy, confusion written all over your face. "What was that about?"

Remy ran a hand through his hair, the sharp edge to his demeanor softening as he looked at you. "Nothin’. Just didn’t like de way he was hoverin’ ‘round you, cher."

You raised an eyebrow. "He was just joking around, Remy. You know how Morph is."

Remy sighed, his shoulders relaxing as he stepped closer to you. "I know, but... I don’t like anyone else flirtin’ wit’ you." He met your eyes, his voice lower now, more vulnerable. "Not when you’re mine."

Your eyes widened slightly, the realization of what had been bothering him sinking in. "Remy, are you... jealous?"

He huffed, looking off to the side as if embarrassed by the admission. "Maybe a little." Then, quieter, "A lot."

You couldn’t help but smile at that, the idea of the smooth-talking Gambit being jealous both surprising and endearing. "You don’t have to be jealous," you said softly, stepping closer and placing a hand on his arm. "I only have eyes for you."

Remy’s gaze softened as he looked down at you, the tension melting away. "I know, cher," he murmured, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. "Guess I just don’t like sharin’ de spotlight when it comes to you."

You leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hand against your skin. "You’ll always be center stage, Remy. No competition."

A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face. "Glad to hear it, mon amour." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, the earlier jealousy replaced by the warmth of your affection.

As he pulled back, he gave you that trademark smirk. "Now, how ‘bout we get outta here before Morph comes back? Don’t need dat fool interruptin’ us again."

You laughed, taking his hand. "Lead the way, Cajun."

And with that, Remy’s earlier jealousy faded, knowing full well that your heart belonged to him and only him.

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my-mixed-up-reposts · 14 days ago

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The Other Woman ➺ R.LeBeau 'Gambit'

pairing: '97!Gambit x fem mutant!reader

warning/content: angst, jealousy, oblivious Gambit, best friends to lovers?, love confession, Remy talks french, Gambit is said taller than reader, no description of reader's powers, I swear I love Rogue with all my heart

summary: you're so in love with Gambit it hurts, but it hurts more seeing him run after a girl who can't decide if she wants him or not

word count: 2.1k

a/n: English isn't my first language so please take that into consideration. This is my first time writing for Gambit, or for the x-men in general, I'm doing my best writing their characters.

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Giggles were heard in the corridors of the school and you sighed. A Cajun accented voice reached your ears and a sad smile stretched your lips. You flipped the pages of the paper you were reading and heard your two friends walk into the kitchen. Remy noticed you first and walked up to you before kissing the top of your head. "Good morning, ma jolie." You smiled up at him and waved at Rogue with a smile. You didn't know what he had said to her but you could see she was still trying to hold in her laughter. "What's so funny?" You asked before sipping your coffee, looking between your two friends. "You wouldn't get it." Rogue chuckled before pouring herself a cup of coffee. You noticed Remy biting a smile and looking down at his feet before he went to grab the cream for Rogue's coffee.

You brushed it off with a shake of your head and finished your drink before leaving the empty cup in the sink. You smiled at Remy on your way out and swallowed the uncomfortable feeling creeping up your throat. Your eyes burned with fresh tears as you joined your room to change and your heart was beating fast and hard against your chest. You loved Gambit with your whole being, feeling like you could die, kill, for him. But for a few months already, you noticed his attention was caught by the pretty red head with deadly touch. You'd be lying if you said you didn't understand the attraction he held for her. She was beautiful, smart, funny and so strong. You knew that if she could take off those gloves and take Remy's hands in hers, they'd be going on real dates and in a few years you'd be standing next to him at the altar, watching him marry the beauty.

You then joined the danger room, ready for your training with Logan and Morph, the two of them being the best adversaries you could ask for. You opened the door, finding Logan and Morph already fighting. You smiled and decided to leave your feelings for Remy out of the room and focus on the training. Morph noticed you and waved you over, earning them a blow from a chuckling Logan who took advantage of their distraction. You jumped into the fight and used your powers on them, trying your best to dodge the different attacks from the two mutants. You managed to push Logan on the floor, and struggled to maintain the wild force still as you fought with Morph, the mutant taking your own appearance and using your powers against yours.

You didn't know how long you spent in the room but you managed to forget about Remy and Rogue for a moment, having fun with your friends. That until you slipped out of the room and fell face to face with Gambit, smiling widely at you. But no Rogue in sight this time. "Ma jolie! I didn't know you were on the schedule this morning." He said before looking over your shoulder and noticing both Logan and Morph behind you. He slightly frowned but his smile never faltered. "Come on, guys. Don't you think it's a little bit unfair against the lady here?" He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You forced a smile and saw Morph grimace while Logan only walked past the both of you. "Don't worry, Gumbo. She can defend herself pretty well." And with that, he disappeared in the hallways, leaving the three friends alone. Gambit laughed at the nickname and looked down at you, his red irises piercing your more natural looking ones. "Who are you training with today?" You asked, waiting for Rogue's name to fall out of Remy's lips. "I'm alone this morning. Wanna practice my aim without being distracted." He smirked before stepping around you and opening the door. No Rogue? You exchanged a look with Morph who only shrugged before waving you off and leaving to go take a shower.

"Do you mind if I join you in a bit?" You asked, wanting to get a little bit of alone time with him. You missed your best friend. Gambit's lips stretched with a grin and his eyes squinted with joy. "I'd love to, ma jolie." Oh, how you loved when he called you that. He once told you it meant darling, but you got curious and searched it up. For years, Remy was calling you my lovely and you had no idea. Your cheeks flushed with a deep red color and you never mentioned it to him, only appreciating the term of endearment he got used to call you with.

You smiled at Gambit and left him train alone for a bit, doing your best to not rush into the danger room before Rogue could ever have the chance. About an hour later, you joined Remy into the room where he was catching his breath, multiples sentinels defeated on the holographic floor. "Ready for round two?" You asked, planting your hands on your hips and watching him straighten up. You nervously swallowed as he looked down at you, his tall frame dominating your smaller one. His uneven breaths were making it hard for you to focus on something else than his parted lips. But you managed to pull your gaze away, instead looking deep into his dark eyes. Those same eyes that cost him his family and a normal life, as normal as a mutant could ask for. Those same eyes you found yourself falling for every time they looked in your direction. You were about to say something when you heard the door open behind you. "There you are, sugar!" Rogue's southern accent rang through the room. Your smile faltered as Remy's widened, walking past you to join the red head. You turned to the duo and hid your grimace the best you could. "You don't mind if I tag along, do you?" She asked you with a charming smile. And how could you say no when Remy was looking at you the way he was right now? His eyes were practically begging you to accept.

"I don't mind, the more the merrier." You smiled at them and cracked your knuckles before stretching your muscles, getting ready for training. The surroundings changed and now showed a deep forest with tall trees all around you. You could smell the fresh grass, still wet from a rainy night. You looked up and saw some birds flying among the branches. "So, sugar. What did you choose to train on?" Rogue asked Gambit as you all looked around, in search of the enemy. "He should show up any time now." Gambit said as he charged his staff with his kinetic energy before he slammed it to the ground to reach a tree branch where he perched. A man's voice echoed in the forest and Gambit smiled as he looked in the direction of the voice. "There he is." He announced before a flash of red and purple passed in front of you.

You watched Rogue's eyes widen and Gambit jumped down from his perch to land right between you and Rogue. "Team work, ladies." Gambit called before running to Magneto, sending the attack. You followed right after him, using your powers to dodge what the older mutant was sending in your direction and helped Gambit reach a higher point to attack the enemy. Rogue took a bit longer before joining you and you noticed she was holding back when punching. You didn't really know why but guessed she didn't want to harm any of you by accident.

After almost an hour of training, you finally noticed a weakness and you could finish it off if only the three of you attacked at the same time. You shared a look with Remy who nodded, getting your idea. You sent a look to Rogue who also nodded and when both you and Gambit jumped on Magneto, Rogue missed her attack and the two of you were sent back, colliding harshly on the ground. Remy wrapped his arms around your body as you rolled on the ground, protecting you. When you finally stopped, the illusion around you faded and you caught your breath, wincing slightly as your whole body hurt. Gambit got off of you and helped you get up as Rogue ran to you. "Are you okay?" You sighed at her question and turned to her, frowning in anger. "What was that? You could've gotten us seriously hurt!" You exclaimed and you could see she felt guilty for what happened but Remy's hand on your shoulder surprised you. "Come on, it was an accident, ma jolie." His smooth tone and cute nickname for you didn't soothe you, quite the contrary. "We could've had him! If only you followed the movement. What next? You're gonna do the same on an actual mission? Leave us hanging and hurt? Or worse, dead?" You pushed Remy's hand off your shoulder and stepped towards Rogue who stuttered. Gambit called your name but you only saw red, not hearing his voice. You pushed Rogue who stumbled back and Gambit's body slid between the two of you. "That's enough!" He pushed you off her. You snapped back to reality and looked up at him, surprised.

You silently pleaded for him not to choose her but he didn't back off. You sighed and left the danger room, furious and heartbroken. You took the stairs to the first floor and locked yourself in your room, stripping out of your suit and grabbed regular clothes before screaming out your frustration and pain. The anger had your powers make some mess in your room but you couldn't care less. Three knocks at your door pulled you out of your thoughts and you were about to open when you heard his voice. "Ma jolie? Can we talk please?" You sighed and leaned on the door, silent tears running down your face. "I know you're listening, darling. Please open the door." You did as he asked, unable to refuse him anything. Once he noticed your crying eyes, he felt his heart clench. "Oh, ma jolie..." He sighed, stepping into your room and closing the door behind him. Once it was done, he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly as you cried against him. "What's wrong, ma jolie? You never reacted like this before, you scared me."

"I can't deal with her anymore, I just can't..." You whispered, still snuggled into Remy's arms, scared he might disappeared to meet her once again. "Who, Rogue?" He frowned, not knowing what the problem was between the two of you. Things got a little heated in the danger room today but before that, everything was fine. "She's always there, I can't have a single moment with you anymore. I feel like I'm losing you." You confessed, some of the weight on your heart lifting up. "Oh, darling. You're not losing me, I can promise you that. She's not replacing you, ever. She's got another place in my heart than you." And that's what scared you the most, she had the best, the biggest place in his heart. The place you forever wanted. "Why are you so scared of her taking your place?" He then asked, pulling back from your embrace and looking down into your eyes.

"Because I love you." You murmured, looking deep into his demon-like eyes. As tempting as the devil himself. He raised his eyebrows, surprised. "What did you just say?" His arms slipped from your waist, only his fingers now ghosted over your body. "I love you, Remy. I've been falling in love with you for years and it hurts. You have no idea how much it hurts to see you chase after her when she can't pull herself to pick you. I picked you. I always did and will always do." You hiccupped a sob and shrugged your shoulders in defeat. "It's alright if you don't reciprocate my feelings, I can live with that, I have been for years now. But don't keep me around when you're courting her, my heart can't handle it." You added with a sad smile, leaving Remy speechless. You loved him? You have for years? "I... Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked and you frowned, feeling like the answer was pretty obvious. "You're my best friend, Remy. I couldn't ruin that."

"But I loved you." He sighed, vulnerability deeply anchored in his eyes as your heart clenched at his words.

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My Red Thread - Gambit x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: After being sent to the Void alongside your chaotic companions Deadpool and Logan, the very last thing on your mind is the rarity of a soulmate bond. That is, until yours snaps into place. (Soulmate! AU)

Warnings: Fluff, mutant! Reader (undefined powers), a bit of romantic tension, attempts at humor, Wade Wilson ruining The Moment™️

Authors Note: For some reason editing this took way longer than actually writing it did. I’m still getting a feel for the characters, so I apologize if anything is kinda ooc! :)

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Laying with your back against a mostly broken couch, you have a view of the full room, including a set of stairs that allow streams of sunlight to cascade in. Your eyes shift lazily between Logan—who's taking the opportunity to drink himself into oblivion— and Deadpool—who's closing out his second straight hour of snooping through drawers and cabinets.

When the three of you awoke in this new location hours ago, you almost instantly flew into a fit of arguing. First about how and why you were here, then about who would be the first to go up the stairs. After a much heated debate, the consensus became that an unknown person—agreed to be either the ghost of Johnny coming back to avenge himself or the vengeful, forgotten sister from earlier—brought you here for reasons that probably didn't end with any of you walking out of here alive.

Whoever it was most likely got the drop on you first, seeing as how you decided to try your luck at hitchhiking through the void instead of sitting around and watching your two companions tear each other, along with your only ride, to shreds. As for the situation with the stairs, a rare moment of agreement was shared when you decided to stand and fight whatever possible threat was lurking. Once that was decided you all assumed the positions you currently found yourselves in.

With each tick of the dusty clock on the wall, you were growing more and more impatient, You'd been fighting for your life, quite literally, from the moment Wade got you sent to the void. Now your adrenaline had all but crashed, leaving your body to scream in agony over being brought to the brink of death more times over the last twenty four hours than you’d ever care to count. It was at the point now that you honestly began to wish that whoever had brought you here would muster up the cajones and come finish you off for good.

As if on cue, you and Logan sat upright as you sensed movement outside. You rolled off the couch and joined Wade in the middle of the room, taking up fighting stances while Logan simply sat back in his chair and continued nursing the bottle of whiskey he found without a care in the world.

Prepping for yet another fight, you were left feeling as dumbfounded as Deadpool looked when Elektra descended into the room. Your hands stayed raised but your mind began to run with possibilities. Wade began a refreshed round of incessant rambling, not missing a beat as Blade followed Elektra into the room only seconds later.

Your eyes shoot over to Logan in an effort to ensure that someone a bit less prone to hallucinations than you and Deadpool were seeing this too. His eyes flash confirmingly to yours. You swallow hard, having a brief internal battle with the childhood version of you who apparently thinks that now is the best time to start fangirling.

Tuning out Wade's awkward banter, you try and piece together the situation unfolding in front of you together. You were well aware of how people got sent to the void, but you realized then that you never thought any deeper about who exactly you could run into during your stay.

With fatigue setting deeper into your bones, you lean your hip onto the dusty wood table beside you. You fall halfway out of your defensive stance and let Wade command the room as usual, tuning back into the conversation just in time to hear him make an oddly pointed quip about some man named Ben Affleck.

Picking up on more movement from above, your attention shifts across the room. Your eyes lock on the stairs as if glued there. You to watch on silently as a shimmery purple card floats into the room and a man follows closely behind. You barely have enough time to register the flashes of purple dancing away from his hands before a force you have never felt before—and have absolutely no interest in feeling again—slams so solidly into your chest that it sends you flying over the table you were leaning against.

"Fuck!" "Merde!"

You yell out in unison. Instinct has you pulling yourself up off the floor as soon as you hit it, albeit slowly, as you try to call the air back into your lungs. Using the table for support, you manage to raise up on shaking feet. The once busy room has now fallen deadly silent. Quiet in a way you hadn't experienced since joining up with Deadpool several months ago. You suck in a few intentional breaths before letting your head rise up from its hanging position.

"What the hell was tha-" you start, only to fall silent as you take notice of everyone's eyes flashing between you and a man who looks just as confused and winded as you do.

Time seems to slow as your eyes lock with his. A smaller blow hits you somewhere deep beneath your ribs, though this time you only stumble.

"Ho-ly shit!" Wade gasps, bringing his gloved hands up to his face and flicking his head back and forth dramatically between the both of you, no doubt starting to pick up on what's happening.

A second thrumming blooms in your chest then. It's equal parts similar and different from your own. Your mind nearly starts to panic, but it's silenced by something buried in your chemical makeup coming alive.

Wade drops his hands from his face, only to end up pointing at you like an old Spiderman meme.

"You two are-"

"Soulmates," you breathe out.

Absentmindedly, your hand rises to your chest. The feel of your soulmates' heart beating in time with yours is oddly comforting, in a way not unlike finally coming home after a long, difficult mission.

Soulmates were a rare but well documented phenomenon back in your reality. Most people would go their entire lives without meeting someone who was lucky enough to bond, let alone experience it themselves. You silently cursed all of those articles and accounts you read as a hopeful tween for failing to mention just how sudden and violently the bond snapped into place.

"Say something! Suck each other's faces off! Maybe even-"

"That's enough," Logan hisses, slapping a large hand down onto Deadpool's shoulder.

You laugh awkwardly at the absurdity of this entire situation. Unsure of what to say or how to go about any of this. Bonded or not, you and the upsettingly handsome man in front of you were still strangers.

"I've been lookin' for you a long time, mon amour." He drawls. And fuck if his sultry cajun drawl isn't something you'd be happy to hear for the rest of your lifetime.

'Well, It's good to finally meet you, um..." you stammer out, only to remember that you hadn't even learned his name yet.

"Remy!" Elektra whispers to you excitedly.

You repeat his name under your breath, somehow feeling like you miss it as the syllables roll off of your tongue.

"It's lovely to finally meet you, Remy," you try again.

Logan takes the opportunity to introduce you like Elektra did for Remy. He sends you a soft smile as he learns your name, though it shines so bright and warm that you can't decide if you want to fall back against the table or leap into his arms.

You step towards him, happy to feel both of your heartbeats pumping in your chest as you both move to close the distance between you. When you're only a mere inches away from each other, his hand rises into view, silently asking permission to caress your cheek. You wait with bated breath to feel his touch, only for it to fall short when a certain red and black clad anti-hero steps between you—acting as if your entire world wasn't just flipped on its axis.

"Sorry to interrupt this precious little love session you two have going on, but I feel that I must remind you of the very pressing matters still at hand," Wade says with a look that is anything but sorry.

You look to Remy, whose face says only that he's ready to explode Deadpool with his mind and reach around Wade to place a gentle hand on his shoulder. You smile up at Remy, and watch as an unmistakable look of complete adoration flashes across his eyes.

You use your powers to send the mercenary flying backward through the air, leaving him screaming as you finally close the gap between you and Remy.

He brings you into his arms without hesitation. A stray tear slips from your eye as you realize just how right his touch feels against your skin. His nimble fingers wipe away the tear that fell onto your cheek, already coming into tune with the thousands of different emotions flowing through you.

"Don't cry chéri, Gambit's gotcha."

His words bring a fresh new crop of tears to your eyes. You savor the contact for several long moments before reluctantly pulling away. You waste no time in reaching over to interlock your hands, pulling him back a few steps.

A chorus of stifled laughter sounds throughout the room as you spot Wade stumbling back onto his feet. You squeeze Remy's hand when you hear him mutter "couyon," disapprovingly, something that earns another round of poorly dampened laughter from the group.

"Wade,” You call over to him, "Are you done being an asshole for the time being?"

"Never!”

"Can you idiots focus for five seconds?" Logan asks from the corner while taking a swig of whiskey. The rebuttal you’d prepared for Wade does in your throat, but you still give him a disapproving eye roll. Deadpool, unable to have someone speak up before him, pushes his way past Logan.

"Yeah, like I know the writer needs to hit their word count and all, but we've still got a baldheaded bitch to kill."

Getting out of the void has always been your top priority, but with your newfound bond, it felt all the more pressing.

Stepping aside to let Wade through, he begins to command the room as always. Ideas intertwine with his usual self deprecating jokes. You and Remy stand next to each other on the sidelines, as tensions begin to lower.

As the night drug on, the conversation began to buzz with urgent anticipation. Everyone takes a shot at pitching an idea or strategy that plays to some of their strengths. Logan had retreated outside while Blade, Electra, and Wade stood and paced around the room, focused on the task at hand.

With guards lowered and tensions gone, you and Remy retreated to a nearby couch. You both gave out the occasional opinion or bit of intel, but your minds never strayed far from each other.

The conversation slows, and you felt Gambit's hand brush against yours. You reach out and intertwine your fingers with his before he can back away. His fingers tighten against yours gently before letting up. You mirror his squeeze instantly, a thousand words passing in the silence hanging between you. You lift your eyes and meet his gaze, giving him a soft, barely perceptible nod. You can the low kinetic current coursing through his touch. It serves as yet another reminder of how strong your bond already feels.

Your head drops onto his shoulder, earning a low hum. Just above a whisper, and with a smile playing on your lips, you both promise that no matter what lies ahead, you are ready to face it—simply because you now have each other.

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Take your time but PLEASE WE(mostly just me) NEED MORE DOMESTIC (d&w) GAMBIT AND READER 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐

Your just giving my an excuse to write more for this lovely man. Channing Tatum deserves that solo Gambit movie. I’m no joking, give me two and a half hours of this beauty and I’ll have my ass sat down for it.

If there was anything Remy loved more then you- which is impossible by the way- it was making you breakfast in the morning just so he could get to see your half awake stumble into the kitchen, half awake, and cuddling yourself into his back.

‘Remy, why did you leave me all alone to the cold.’ You whined as you burrowed your face into his bare back. Remy often slept shirtless most nights but he also did this because he knew how much you loved seeing him shirtless, that and he loved skin on skin contact with you, for to him it felt as though your souls were harmonising with one another and oh so sweetly it almost sounded like birds softly chirping in the early morning.

Remy chuckles. ‘Apologise Cher but as much as staying in bed with the most important person in my life sounded like a good idea, I unfortunately know how you get when you get hungry.’

You gasped, looking at him with a pout as you gently slapped his bicep. ‘If you are insinuating that I get grumpy when hungry, then you’re wrong Mr playing cards.’ Remy raised his hands as he attempted to hold back his laughter but was failing miserably every time he went to look at you. ‘You are the one who said it mon Amour, remember that.’ He said as he brought one of your hands from his waist, holding it up to his lips to kiss it repeatedly before back to his waist.

‘You being cute and sexy as you make breakfast doesn’t give you an out of jail free card you know.’ You mumbled against his back, tightening your grip on him but all you were doing was making him smile and feel even more loved than before. Life before you was a nightmare for Remy that he wishes to never return to, not when your clinging onto him like a koala, tightening your grip on him as he reached for the top cupboards for plates to put your breakfast on all the while letting his mind drift off to future mornings he planed on sharing with you.

He couldn’t help it, you held his heart as though it were made of glass between your hand, making sure to kiss each and every wound it has ever harboured to heal it from pain of the past. Remy knew that he wanted to wake up with the from the very moment you greeted him way back when and not once had he ever regretted it. After all your early morning clinginess was cute enough to make the man want to put down the spatula he was holding and smother your face in kisses.

Remy stopped. ‘Actually that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.’ He said to himself before shifting himself in your arms to have a better look at you as his hands cupped your face, stroking your cheeks as you melted into his touch much like a cat would. ‘Are you trying to make me fall asleep standing up?’ You asked him, finding it harder to keep your eyes open when Remy was caressing your face so soft and tenderly, you swore that man had magic, especially given how often you felt weak in the knees whenever he held you like this after a long and hard day. ‘Because it’s kinda working.’ You add but Remy was quick to pull his hands away from your face and smirked cheekily.

‘You dick I was enjoying that.’ You pouted as Remy chuckled, resting his head against your own.

‘Well I have something you might enjoy a lot more Cher.’ He whispers.

‘And what’s that?’ You whispered back, looking deep into his eyes and finding nothing but the purest of love, adoration and warmth within them staring back at you. Remy didn’t say nothing and just started smothering you in plenty of kisses while you squealed in his arms, trying weakly to get away but you loved the affection as much as Remy did giving it you as he tightened his grip on you and laughing at your squeals of surprise.

‘Remy!’ You exclaimed. ‘Breakfast will burn if you’re too busy drowning me in kisses!’

Remy only peppered more kisses to your face, neck and shoulders. ‘You are far too irresistible Cher, I couldn’t help myself from acting on what my heart wants and it wants you.’ He says and you couldn’t help but met at his buttery words as they always made you feel special and unique in his eyes, which you very much were and Remy wasn’t about to let you forget that as long as he had air in his lungs. ‘You really are a sappy romantic.’ You told him fondly as you ran your hand through his hair, keeping his face buried in your neck as you hummed at each and every kiss he gave you there.

‘But you love me for it.’ Remy replied knowingly.

‘I do, it’s a curse ow!’ You yelped when you felt him pinch your side and softly slapped his bicep again, making him chuckle. ‘That hurt you littl- do you smell burning?’ You asked and Remy was quick to remove himself off of you to look behind him, only to see that he had left the bacon on the stove a little too long and now they were burnt to a crisp; Something that almost never happens when Remy cooks. He then looks back at you with a sly smile. ‘Is that lazy day in bed still up for grabs mon Cher?’ He asked and you couldn’t help but sigh lightheartedly before getting towards the door. ‘Come on then handsome, back to bed we got for a couple of minutes or half a hour.’ You said as you and Remy left the kitchens together, though not before throwing away the burnt bacon and cleaning up after yourselves.

Breakfast might’ve not gone well but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to enjoy snuggling under the covers and possibly falling asleep until mid-day until Wade and Logan come by to drag you both into their shenanigans again.

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Rightful Spot

Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst, Mentions of Fighting

Word Count: 1,521

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Summary: After coming back to his timeline and finally joining in on missions, Remy underestimated how powerful cuddles could be.

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Looking back on it now, he could have stuck that landing better. However, the circumstances leading to him having to stick a landing were a bit unforgiving, so it should not have been terribly surprising. Still, falling from the sky and rolling into a dark alleyway was not how Remy wanted his welcome home to be.

He could not complain though. Remy was home. He was back in his own universe, and now had a renewed sense of purpose. Stumbling out into where he could see lights, familiar sights and sounds greeted him like old friends. New Orleans, Louisiana; home sweet home. Gambit was on Bourbon Street, which was always hustling and bustling.

His feet began the trek to who knows where. All he knew was that they were going some place familiar and safe. The man ducked and weaved, making his way effortlessly through the crowds. In his hands, a card was always there, just in case. Further and further from the crowds, his feet took him. Down to where there were some apartment buildings, his brain finally started catching up with his feet. Taking over, Remy bolted up to the top, and began to run across the rooftops to his destination.

Dropping onto the fire escape, he thanked whatever was out there that he managed to keep mostly quiet. Peaking inside the window, he was shocked to see someone was still awake. In fact, multiple someone’s had been awake and moving about the apartment. Remy could not hear what was being said, but he knew those faces. Scott with his red glasses, and Jean with her matching red hair, Storm with her flowing white locks, and her. His cher was sitting there entertaining them all.

She looked like she was exhausted. Not from sleep, but mentally and emotionally tired. She looked like how Remy felt being in the Void. In her hands was a mug of something warm, probably that tea she likes to drink, and one of Gambit’s jackets around her. His heart tugged at the sight, and his lips curled in a smile. She never did do well with the cold.

Picking the lock on the window, Remy silently creeped into the apartment. Their eyes had not noticed the new person in the apartment, but he noticed how quiet it had gotten. Before he could speak, his body was suspended in the air as Jean turned to face the man. But she gasped in shock and let the man go almost immediately. The rest of the party was just a second behind her.

“Now, that ain’t no way to treat da Gambit, no?” His hands began massaging his body as the other people finally reacted to the new arrival. He heard her voice whisper out his name as he stood once more.

“Cher, I’m home. I’m so sorry.” But before he got any closer, Scott stepped in front of the ladies.

“If you really are Gambit, what’s something only he would know, huh? What was the last thing he said to me?” Scott pressed, worried that this might be an imposter.

“Cyclops, really? I just got back, mon ami. We really gonna have us an inquisition right now?” But the man was not swayed.

“What was the last thing Gambit told me?”

The Cajun was looked around for someone to support him not doing this, and just wanted to lay his eyes on his girl again. But he groaned, and wiped a hand over his face in frustration.

“Gambit told ya, ‘I’ll go on the mission. Jean needs ya here. Tell my cher dat I love her.’ That was the last thing I told ya before leaving for that damn mission to go so some recon on the brotherhood.” Everyone stood down. But Scott was still unimpressed.

“Where have you been all this time? And why only come back now?” He continued, even though Jean was tugging at his sleeve.

“Went on dat mission, and touched down in da forest. Didn’t find no brotherhood, but instead some people called da TVA takin’ bunch o’ dem out. Next thing I know, I wake up in da desert in some place called the Void. Been der evea’ since. Den a Deadpool and a Wolverine fought to leave the Void, and bargained for my freedom to come back as well as others. Believe me now, Scott?” Remy was getting fed up with answering questions. All he wanted was to get her in his arms.

Before anyone could speak again, he was nearly knocked over by the weight and force of something hitting him hard and fast. Remy regained his balance and looked down to see his girl squeezing him tight. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Hands landed on his arms, and he found Scott and Jean there on one side, with Storm on the other. Remy pulled the rest of the gang close as he relished this moment he never expected to have again.

After a few months of training, flying back to New York to go live at the school again, and a brief adjustment period to not always being on edge about who or what was going to find him, Gambit was back in the field. He did not do solo missions anymore, but he was excelling in team exercises again. This last one had kicked everyone’s butt though.

What was meant to be a simple mission of going down to help stop a mutant riot in the city, turned into a full scale brawl with the Brotherhood. In the end, they had eventually stopped the riot, but not without acquiring some scratches and bumps. The flight back to the school was a silent one; one where everyone that was not navigating the plane just wanted to rest with their eyes closed, and their brain off.

It was a smooth landing, which was a blessing. But having to walk back up was a curse. Every bone felt ten times heavier, and their feet felt like they were made of lead, but they did it. Bidding his teammates adieu, Remy continued his climb to where their room was. Thankfully, she had moved back into the mansion, having left when Remy disappeared, and was staying in their old room together. It was just like no time had passed.

Creaking the door open, he was delighted to see that she was folding some laundry with music playing somewhere in the background. Upon hearing the footsteps, she looked up, smiled, and abandoned her task.

“Remy, you’re home! Are you alright?” Her arms wrapped around him in a tight hug that made him groan.

“Ease up, cher. Ol’ Gambit done had the card house dropped on him.” Pulling away, she saw that a bruise was starting to form right underneath his chin. She traced a feather light touch over it, and furrowed her brows.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” She pleaded, worried to see what other marks he had gained in the afternoon that he had been gone.

“Non, cher. Just finish wit’ dem clothes so we can lay down, yeah? Gonna go get out of my suit now.” Gambit pressed a kiss to her lips, but was careful over the split he felt in the corner. While he went to the bathroom to change, she resumed her task of getting the laundry done.

Her mind was distracted, and worried about her lover that was just on the other side of the door. She could hear his groans and hisses, especially once the water started and he was underneath the stream. Setting out a loose shirt, and an equally loose pair of pajama pants, she went to work putting the rest of the clothes away while waiting for him to come out.

The door opened, and she just had to turn to see. Bruises started darkening already, and there were some minor scrapes, but that seemed to be the brunt of his injuries. With a towel loose around his hips, he grabbed the clothes from the bed, and sent his lover a wink. Not a seductive or even teasing wink, but rather a way to say thank you. He disappeared back into the bathroom, and she changed herself to something a bit more comfortable. As she was pulling the covers back from the bed, Remy emerged once more, with damp hair, and a fresh set of clothes on.

Gambit crawled into the plush bed, and sunk into it with a groan. She giggled, but crawled in beside her lover all the same. His arms, no matter how bruised or sore, opened wide to accept her right where she was supposed to be. They were facing each other, and her hands were tucked up against his chest to keep her close. One arm under her neck, and one around her waist, Remy kept her as close as humanly possible.

“Je t’aime, cher.” Remy whispered, pressing a kiss to her hairline as they began to drift off.

“I love you too, Remy.” She replied, feeling perfectly at peace in her spot with her lover.

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How they react when you’re on your period (Headcanons)

Characters: Gambit, Deadpool, and Wolverine.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, domestic bliss, mentions of pain, mentions of blood and getting stabbed (thanks, Wade!) — Reader is gender neutral but has a uterus!

Authors Note: Got kinda caught up with life and writing and forgot to post for a week, but I'm back now lol

Gambit:

Remy is the biggest, softest teddy bear ever when it comes to you

seeing you tired and uncomfortable feels like a punch in the gut for him, so he makes it his mission to right things

Anything you need or want, he'll get for you

Need better painkillers? He's already at the store.

Just want to take a nap together? He’s dragging you to the nearest soft surface and holding you for hours

He cooks you all of your favorite comfort foods and keeps pints of your favorite ice creams stocked in your freezer

He’s a big, strong guy, and because of his mutation he's always super warm to the touch

Not only does that make him fantastic to cuddle, but he becomes your personal heating pad (and he loves every second of it!)

Remy would go to the ends of the earth to fulfill even your slightest whim, meaning this man won’t sleep until he’s convinced you’re as happy, well fed, and comfortable as can be :)

Deadpool:

whoever said laughter was the best medicine is 100% right

his first line of defense is to distract you with humor

Wade is very used to blood and everything but the way you’re expected to just go about your day like everything is fine while you’re actively bleeding out is crazy to him

so crazy that he honestly finds you kinda scary (which in turn makes him find you even more sexy)

because of that he’d basically becomes your dedicated house husband for a week every month, frilly printed apron included

he’s doing laundry! (with too much soap)

he’s cooking dinner! (it’s burnt on one side, raw on the other, and somehow both over seasoned and extremely bland)

he’s giving you a massage at the end of each day! (theres no catch here. His hands are literal magic)

If your cramps get too bad, he even offers to let you stab him so he can better sympathize with you.

though if you accept, it’ll just leave you both on the couch to groan in pain

Logan:

Logan, bless him, genuinely wouldn't know what to do at first

He knows it's just nature, but that doesn't make seeing you in pain any easier to deal with

It's not long before he becomes committed to fixing it (or at least easing your discomfort)

He'd secretly spend hours researching what he should do in his current situation

only to show up at your door that evening with big gift basket full of your favorite treats and products

Logan is a stoic man, so learning that he memorized all of your favorite things nearly brings you to tears

(but your tears turn into laughter when you see how panicked he is at your reaction)

after you take some medicine, you grab the snacks he brought you and settle in for a cute movie night

this is the only time he’ll let you decide what to watch, and he only groans loudly (no claws this time) when you pick something cheesy or romantic :)

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Jealousy headcannons! Multi/GN!Reader - Cable, Gambit, Nightcrawler, Quicksilver. Ok I know this wasn't on the schedule butttt Yeahhhh. Cable is going to have an extended version of his fic, and I might do the same for the others but no promises! Also I know that Cable's written half is literally just the snippet I shared with some minor edits but bear with me please his stuff is in the works!!! TWs: Jelousy. Barfights. No violence on Reader but men are creepy. Mentions of sex work. Cable and gambit make public spectacles it's just what they do. The return of wolverine and the X-men Pietro bc I love him

Cable

Look, any man who comes over to flirt with you after you walk in with a legit wall of muscle has to be either stupid or blind.

Cable is by no means a very jealous man. He's not gonna care if a man (or woman) approaches you and starts up a conversation. He might get a little frustrated if they start flirting with you, but he trusts you. He knows you can take care of yourself and he doesn't want you to feel like he's got you on a leash.

But when someone is being persistent, not taking no for an answer, and hell, putting their hands on you? He doesn't take it too well. He's more of an overprotective type when it comes to his flavor of jealousy.

“That beer for me, Beautiful?” The voice of a stranger cuts through your thoughts, and to be honest, you don’t even think he’s talking to you until you realize how close to you he is. He’s sat on the barstool next to you, leaning towards you like he can’t quite catch his balance. You make a face at him, nonchalantly moving Cable’s beer closer.

“Last time I checked it wasn’t.” You say curtly. The man has a smile hiding behind his pout as he leans a little closer to you, oblivious to the way you casually recoil from him.

“Oh c'mon, don’t play hard to get. I’m chill!” You can tell this guy is most definitely drunk, and you find yourself trying not to roll your eyes at him. If only he knew what kind of trouble he was in.

“Sure you are. But believe me, my Husband is not.” You tell him. You're not married, but to be honest, you knew this guy wasn't going to leave you be if you left him with some vague label. Didn't matter anyway, however, the stranger laughs in your face, and his breath smells like alcohol and cheap cigarettes, a nasty combo that repulses you. You point back at the corner booth where the cable was sitting just a few minutes before, hoping that he’d at least back off at the sight of the six-foot hunk of muscle you call a lover. Unfortunately, He doesn't.

“What Husband?” The man says mockingly, and when you look at the booth you find yourself pointing at an empty seat. The sight lights a small flicker of anxiety in you, and your face falls as the man sets a hand on your shoulder and squeezes. It’s not there for long before the weight suddenly disappears. You snap your head around, feeling relief when you see the man’s wrist caught in Cable’s literal iron-clad grip.

“This Husband.” Cable grunts.

All of the blood drains from the stranger’s face in an instant, but it doesn’t take long for the attitude to come back. He tries to yank his arm out of Cable’s grip, but Cable’s arm doesn’t move an inch. To be honest, the sight kinda made you blush a little. Sure, you had seen Cable’s strength many times, but this… well. This was different. The guy starts to yank a little more aggressively, and all Cable has to do is clench his hand for the asshole to yelp and give up. You set a placating hand on his shoulder, and Cable glances back at you. His gaze softens, and he sighs before letting the guy go.

“What’s your problem, man?” The stranger spits as he holds his bruised wrist. You had already gathered your things and were getting ready to get the hell outta dodge, giving Cable’s shoulder a hard pat as you desperately tried to keep him from getting in a barfight. Cable ignores the guy, walking close behind you as you start to walk away.

“ -s’ an ugly bitch, anyway.” The stranger mumbles under his breath, but not nearly as quiet as he should’ve. Cable stops in his tracks, wheels around, and slugs the guy with his left arm. There's a sickening crunch and the bar goes silent as the drunken stranger is violently knocked from his seat. Your first instinct is to scold Cable, but the guy had it coming anyway. You look around, and with every eye in the bar squarely on you and Cable, you decide you’ve definitely stayed past your welcome.

Gambit

Gambit is probably the most jealous man in this lineup. Again, He will get fidgety and somewhat aggressive when someone approaches you and begins to flirt, but he trusts you. He doesn't want you to think he doesn't, and as a result, he tends to grit his teeth and bite his tongue to keep himself in check.

There's definitely a very, very thin line in between "I don't want to be overbearing" Remy and "This guy needs to take the fucking hint" Remy.

He's mostly fine with drunk bastards, He thinks they're funny, and as long as they're not bothering you for the most part he'll keep the aggression to a minimum. -But the one thing he absolutely cannot stand is snobby pricks who think they can steal you from him because he's a "swamp rat."

"It's a shame to see such a lovely creature like you standing here all alone." You try not to roll your eyes at the man that approaches you. You and Remy were supposed to have a nice, romantic night out. It was your anniversary, and Remy had told you that he wanted to pull out all the stops for this one. Unfortunately, fate wasn't on either of your sides today. The X-men needed Gambit, and you told him that the plans can wait for another time. Remy, in a very gambit fashion, told you to dress up anyway and he bet he would meet you there. Definitely a rather High-stakes gamble, but you loved him, so you said you'd hold him to it.

Unfortunately for you, it looked like the restaurant was hosting an event at the bar for what looked like a rather stuffy- sorry, High-end law firm. You had been content with waiting for Remy, even if the waitress clearly looked convinced he was standing you up. You had ordered something to drink while you waited, and caught the wrong kind of attention during your trip to the bar.

"I'm not alone, I'm waiting for someone." You say, flashing him an annoyed smile. He smiles back in a smartass kind of way, flashing you his Rolex as he pushes up his glasses. Great. He thinks you're a sugar baby- or maybe a sex worker. Either way, you really wished he was anywhere but here.

"Right. I'll be honest with you, I know you've been waiting here for what- and hour now? Hour and a half? Any guy that leaves you here for that long is not worth your time, sweetheart." You cringe at the nickname, but he clearly can't seem to tell. At this point, you start debating your options. You could run to the bathroom, but there weren't any windows you could crawl out of and he could wait at the door for you to come out. You could try to leave, but you didn't want Remy to think that you left him hanging. It's probably best if you stay and wait for him, but man was this guy getting on your nerves.

"Again, I'm waiting on someone. I'm choosing to wait on him, and frankly, I'm not interested in you." You say bluntly, getting more and more aggravated. The man only smirks at you.

"You're certainly a fiesty one. Don't worry, I like it when they play hard to get." He sends you wink that makes you want to sock him, and to be honest, you start to think about it. The bell at the door of the restaurant dings, and you glance over, face breaking out in a smile at the sight of the man you had been waiting on.

Remy was still in his x-men suit, obviously having come fresh from the fight. He's got some dirt on his face, and his hair is a little messier than normal, but you had never been so happy to see him.

"Well, don't you clean up well." You joke as Remy walks to your table. He chuckles, barely sparing the other man a side-eye before picking up your hand to kiss it.

"Sorry, Chère. Originally, I planned on changin', but I couldn't stand the thought of leaving you here for another moment." Remy's fond gaze turns into a bit of a glare when he finally looks over at the gobsmacked man across the table from you. "I see you've made a new friend?" You roll your eyes at that, shaking your head. Remy gets the message.

There's a gasp from the other patrons of the restaurant, as the sound the contact made was rather loud. There's already a red mark forming on the mans face as you take Remy by the hand and begin to lead him out of the restaurant. Remy is looking at you like he'd fallen in love with you all over again.

"You've been waiting all this time for some Cajun freak?" The man blurts out, finally having found his words.

"Watch it, Mon ami." Remy's shoulders tense as he snarls at the prick. You stand up, giving his bicep a reassuring squeeze before you walk in front of the man. The side of his mouth slightly upturns as you do so, right before you slap the everloving shit out of him.

"I know you really wanted for us to eat here, honey, but to be honest? I like your cooking better anyway."

Nightcrawler

Kurt? Jealous???

Absolutely. He absolutely gets jealous. Kurt is much more of a "cat" kind of jealous than a Guard Dog kind of jealous though. He's not going to do anything crazy like punch anyone, but he's gonna brush up against you, slide his tail around your waist, hold your hand. He wants reassurance from you more than he is angered by whoever is flirting with you.

That's not to say he's not angry. He doesn't like the way some people look at you like a piece of meat instead of the intelligent, beautiful person you are, and he's not afraid to call people out on it.

Kurt knew that the guy you were talking to right now was only stopping to ask you for directions, but he really didn't like how close to you the guy was. Kurt had gone off to get you something to eat from the street food vendor nearby, telling you to just relax and he would be back soon.

When he returned with food in hand, it was obvious to him what was happening, but he still couldn't help but frown. The man is leaning into your space as he shows you the map in his hands. It's fine. There was obviously nothing really going on, the stranger must have been simply touchy. He then watches as the man sets a hand on the back of your waist to point at a building up ahead, and Kurt's mind quickly changes.

Obviously, you had stepped out of the stranger's reach quickly, uncomfortable with the action, but Kurt still slinked up to your side like a cat, pulling you close with his tail as he hands you your food, resting his newly freed hand behind your back.

"There you are, Meine Liebe. I hope you didn't wait for too long." Kurt says sweetly, giving you a grin. You smile back at him, thanking him for the food. You felt relieved to see him. Sure, the stranger that had been speaking to you seemed to be a nice man, but there was a certain amount of comfort and security Kurt provided when he was near you. Kurt makes a show of leaning in and kissing you on the cheek that makes you giggle. The stranger clears his throat after a quick moment.

"-Sorry if I interrupted your date. I appreciate the directions!" He says quickly, face flushed red from embarresment.

"You're perfectly fine! I hope you're able to find what you're looking for alright." You respond sweetly, waving as the man walks off. Kurt is pouting again when you look at him, tail still wrapped comfortably around you. You can't help but giggle.

"You're so jealous." You laugh. Kurt gives you an innocent look as he brushes off the accusation.

"Whaaat? No. Ich habe dich vermisst. That is all!"

Quicksilver

I'm not even gonna lie the fic half of this is just part of that enemies to lovers hcs that I wrote

anyway!!

Pietro is a very pouty, bratty kind of Jealous.

Like sure he trusts you and all but you actually looked at someone else while they were speaking to you? >:[ Don't look at them. Look at him. Smile at him not them. You're laughing at something they said? Well, he's funnier than them!!

He's just, so pouty over the smallest, pettiest things. He just needs a smooch on the forehead and some reassurance and also possibly cuddles, and he'll be fine. God he's such a brat ILHSM

However, If someone is actually flirting with you or going too far and making you uncomfortable, he will in fact throw hands. Or do his speedster thing and find a way to embarrass them, like pantsing them or planting something embarrassing on them. One time he snatched a guy's cell and called his wife before planting it in the man's pocket so she could hear all the flirting he was doing. Now that was fun.

"So I heard you had dinner with the wolfie guy tonight." The sound of Pietro's voice makes you yelp in surprise. You whirl around to see him leaning against the wall of your room, arms crossed. You scoff, and pick a pillow off of your bed to chuck it at him. He catches it easily.

"His name is Logan, and No. Not really. All we did was happen to sit next to each other at dinner." You turn back around to sit at your vanity, but Pietro is already there, sitting on the stool with the pink pillow tucked into his arms.

"So you did have dinner with him?" He pouts. You roll your eyes at him, holding back a laugh as you shove him off the seat. He looses his balance for less than a second before there's a gust and he's sitting cross-legged on your bed, having tossed the pillow to the side.

"What does it matter to you, anyway? You're not even supposed to be here, Pietro." You tease as you sit down, unable to keep yourself from smiling. You comb through your hair as you ready yourself for bed, still grinning like an idiot as you hear Pietro huff and haw.

"Why shouldn't it matter?" He asks, watching as you complete your routine. "I- I have a reason to care." He stutters out cheeks flushing a light pink that reaches his ears. You cover your mouth to keep yourself from laughing.

"Don't laugh!" Pietro objects, and it sends you into a fit of laughter as you stand back up and flop onto your back on the bed next to him.

"He's not my type anyway." You say. It only takes a second before Pietro is leaning over you, caging you between his arms. There's the ghost of a grin beginning to form on his face, simply at the sight of your own cheesy expression.

"What is your type, then?" He asks, and you cock an eyebrow at him.

"Let's just say I prefer a man who can keep up with me." You say with a wink that may or may not have been the most terribly, corny action you could have done. Pietro doesn't seem to care as his face is split with an equally as corny grin.

Both of you are caught off guard by someone calling your same from the hallway, and then a knock shortly after. You take Pietro's moment of distraction and quickly lean up, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. Pietro looks absolutely shocked.

"You better get going." You whisper. He smiles at you, almost in disbelief, and then he's gone, the window left open and the breeze catching on curtains, blowing gently.

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