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Today in Genosha, the twins are about to throw hands with their Dad.
More Wolverine and the X-Men redraws.
#wanda maximoff#pietro maximoff#quicksilver#maximoff twins#x men#wanda and pietro#magneto#erik lehnsherr#wolverine and the x men#watxm#xmen#fan art#my art#marvel#screencap redraw
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mini Wanda x mini Kurt??(both versions of Wolverine and the X-men and Evolution if you can please)
I love their ship dynamic!! they are my OTP :D
Here ya go friend!
Included the version from my evolution au
#hello stranger#nightwitch#kurtwanda#wandakurt#kurt wagner#wanda x kurt#wanda maximoff#nightcrawler#wolverine and the x men#watxm#xmen evolution#x men evolution#turn of the century au#scarletwitch#scarlet witch#my artwork#sweet-tea#mini mutants
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Wolverine and the X-Men
#scogan#cyclops#wolverine#james howlett#logan#scott summers#xmen gifs#xmen#marvel#marvel gifs#wolverine and the xmen#watxm#xmen edit#marvel edit#tv gifs#tv shows#animation#cartoon
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colossus doodles studying the different styles he's drawn in
#piotr rasputin#colossus#x men#x men fanart#x men comics#uncanny x men#uxm#x men the animated series#x men evolution#wolverine and the x men#watxm#my art
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A Thief and An X-Man
Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader
Fandom: X-Men
Request: Yes by Anon
Warnings: Fluff
Word Count: 2,738
Main Masterlist: Here
X-Men Masterlist: Here
Summary: Southern charm is a thing. Something that Remy LeBeau has taken advantage of over the years. All it took was one little X-Man to throw him off his rhythm apparently…
How everyone found themselves in their own current predicament, only the universe knows. The tomfoolery that had followed them during their journey was like something straight out of a superhero book.
Remy panted and hugged his side as he rested against the brick wall behind him. His partner in crime, albeit a reluctant one, mirrored his actions against the other wall of the alleyway. She was glaring hard in between her pants in an attempt to catch her breath.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you Cajun?” There were shouts and the pounding of footsteps getting closer and closer.
“What can I say, chere? I like pretty things.” The weight of the jewels in his pocket weighed down under her gaze.
“We’re being chased because you couldn’t keep your greedy little hands off of stuff that doesn’t belong to you!” Her words were almost drowned completely out by the pounding of footsteps.
Making a split second decision, Remy grabbed her hand and began to haul the woman towards a fire escape that was already pulled down. She was confused, but faced with the possibility of the men that were chasing them catching up? She would take the fire escape with the thief. As soon as they had made it up onto the roof of whatever building this was, Remy leaned over the edge to get a look at their personal mob that now ran by the building and alleyway they had disappeared into. With a smirk, he laid down on the cool tiles below.
“We safe now,” she questioned, almost ready to run again.
“I wouldn’t be layin’ down if we weren’t. Now would I, chere?” His eyes slipped closed as he relaxed as much as he could.
“Oh, of course. Because I should be trusting the person who got us into this mess, to be honest and truthful when he is a known Thief, to get us out of this mess. Wolverine needs to come and extract me right now.” Her grumbling was followed by the sound of her trying to use her transponder. With a frustrated groan, it clattered to the ground when it would not work.
For three days, she had been stuck in Louisiana with the leader of the Thieves Guild. A mission that she had been sent on alone to help the X-Men get a relic that needed to be kept out of the wrong hands. Had they been able to do it solo, they would have. But the Thieves were the only people who had made it to where they needed her to go, and made it back out. Thus, an unlikely alliance was made. And from that point forward, she had been subjected to the rugged charms of the one they call Gambit.
From the second she walked up to him, she had been the focus of his flirtations. Maybe it was the fact that she was a new pretty face for him. Or maybe it was that fact that she was “forbidden fruit” being an X-Man. Whatever it was, for the past three weeks, she had been subject to every one liner and flirty comment.
In all honesty, she did not mind the banter that they usually had. It was better than being with someone that did not talk much, like a certain X-Man she knew. But it was annoying once he got into a flirtatious mood.
“Ooo, chere. Did it hurt when ya fell from heaven? You look so angelic.”
“Shut up, Cajun.”
“Here, let Gambit take care o’ dat for ya. Ain’t no reason to sweat your pretty brow.”
“If Gambit don’t give me back my tools, I’m not gonna sweat my brow over putting him down.”
It was like this for three days. Any chance he got, he took. She could see that he was just doing it to get a rise out of her, since she refused to be another notch on his belt. Even though some times, she could almost swear there was something genuine about the affectionate quips he made. A sharp bark pulled her from her thoughts and brought her attention to the transponder that was still down by her feet. Careful not to step on it, she opened it to be met with the authoritative voice of a certain Canadian calling her name.
“Where have you been? You were supposed to check in an hour ago, bub.” He was upset, that was for sure. But after all these years, she could hear through the layers to his tone and knew it was just because he cared for his team like his own family.
“Wolverine, I’m fine. We ran into a snag but we should be getting back on track soon. The communicator wouldn’t work earlier or I would have checked in at the appropriate time,” came her retort. A groan trailed into a sigh on the other end of the line.
“Just be safe, kid. Let me know when you get the relic. We’ll be waiting to extract you when you need it.” His voice lowered in volume, and his tone shifted.
“Will do, Wolvie. Just gotta get this Cajun to actually get me to the place, then we’ll be on our way home.” With that, the two X-Men signed off from each other. She sat there for a moment longer as she began to rub her temples. The evening breeze was welcome against her flushed face.
“So you and da Wolverine, huh?” Gambit’s sudden ask brought her out of her head quick.
“What? Me and him? No, god no. We just work well together. He’s the one that got me into the school. Got me into the X-Men,” she stood, and looked around the night sky that was sprinkled with lights. “You gonna take me where I need to go, or do I need to find another thief to do it?”
“Oh, you wound me, chere. Suppose if ya did that, I could call another X-Man to grab the item with me instead.” He teased, finally rising to his feet.
With fluid movements, like that of a skilled ballet dancer, Remy looked towards the streets again. The mutant dubbed them safe enough, and began his descent down the same fire escape that he had them go up on. She followed after him, always maintaining a bit of distance between them as they went closer and closer to where they needed to go.
A well lit mansion greeted the two mutants after a while. This was the house that she had been searching for. She was finally here. Once again, she followed Gambit’s lead. After all, he and his guild made it out of here before with their pockets loaded. They could do it one more time.
Gambit caused a minor explosion on one of the windows in the back of the building making her flinch as she expected the commotion to begin. And yet, there was nothing. No alarms, no dogs barking or humans shouting. He turned back to the stunned woman with nothing short of a pompous smirk on, before he climbed through the window. She took his hand to help stabilize her while she was slipping through the opening.
They had ended up in the west wing of the mansion, only a few doors down from the room that they needed to go to. She had no time to be stunned at how efficient this mutant was seeing as he was already grabbing her hand to pull her through the house. Their journey was cut short when they spotted guards walking towards them in the hallway. Remy tucked them both against a wall that was out of sight, but knew they did not have long. Scanning around, he did not see a spare room or broom closet. He tried not to show the panic on his face, but he could feel his heart speeding up.
“They not supposed to be here, chere. We gotta go back out.” But when he tried to leave, the sounds of quiet conversation and boots on the hardwood floor were far too close now.
“Go with me,” was all the warning that the Cajun was given. In an instant, she made him press her against the wall. What he did not expect even more than that, was the fact that she had him engaged in a full lip lock. Stunned did not even begin to describe what he was feeling. Here this woman was, kissing him voluntarily, after spending the last three days shutting him down at every chance.
Losing himself in the moment that he wished would never end, Remy kept one of his hands on the wall near her head, while the other went to the dip of her waist. Her hands came up and pressed him even closer by the nape of his neck. This was a dream. A wonderful, beautiful dream that he did not want to wake from. Unfortunately, that was not in the cards for him. Right as he was truly enjoying the moment, a wolf whistle caught his attention. But she did not let him turn around. Instead, she pressed his face into her neck while she shouted at the guards that had finally rounded the corner.
“Cad é? Cad atá tú ag féachaint air?” Now that was a language Remy had never heard spoken. His confused face was stuck in the crook of her neck, while he felt her shooing the men away. Apparently, they were just as confused as he was, but left without complaint. As soon as they were away from the par of mutants, she pushed Remy back a bit.
“Now, where in da world is dat language from, chere? Gambit ain’t never heard nothin’ like it in his whole life.” He was a bit out of breath but it was understandable.
“I used to go visit my grandmother in Ireland when I was a kid. She made me fluent in Gaelic.” She was just as out of breath as him, but neither called attention as to the reason why.
They both sat there for a moment, not moving from their spots where they were oh so close to one another. This was the closest they had been physically the entire time they had been working together. And it was breaking down barriers that had been put in place for their own sanity and safety.
“Let’s get going before someone else catches us and we can’t get out of it as easily,” she stated breathily. For her own sake, she needed to do something, and soon before she could not stop herself. Remy nodded to himself, to confirm that he had heard her or to shake himself out of his own stupor, who knows. But soon, they were back on track with him grabbing her hand and leading them to the room once more.
Gambit made quick work of picking the lock, and then they were inside. Encased in glass was a small pendant and necklace. Unassuming at first, but they knew better. This one little artifact was responsible for so much suffering around the world, and more of it if they did not get it out of non-mutant hands. Remy approached the glass case and looked for a way to get it open without disturbing it too much. But the sound of glass shattering spooked him, made him jump back from the shards.
“You were taking too long.” She shrugged, turning back to look at the pendant. Pulling out her own case for the necklace, she tried very hard not to touch the jewel in the center. Once it was secured, Remy did another look out to make sure that the coast was clear.
“Let’s get going, chere. Don’t want no unwelcome guests taggin’ along now.” The two mutants slipped out the same way that they entered. It was such a shock for her, not having any hangups during a mission. Usually it was every chance the universe got to make something go wrong, it did. So to have one go this smoothly was a welcomed change of pace.
They fled into the night before them, and did not look back until they were safe in the heart of New Orleans once more. Lights, music, and conversation drowned out any and all thoughts they had for just a minute or two. Instead of going somewhere quiet and out of the way, Gambit ended up leading them further not the heart of the city to a late night cafe.
As soon as they sat down, he ordered something for them both to eat and drink, but she was not paying any attention to him. Instead, she was trying to figure out how she was going to discreetly call her team back at the mansion to go home. For some reason though, it was not working right now.
“This thing has been finicky the entire time I’ve been here. Doesn’t know whether or not it wants to work when I need it to.” She lamented, tossing the item down onto the table before them.
“So, now that you got whatcha came here for, just gonna head home? Like that?” There was a mournful tone to his voice that did not miss her ears. Neither one needed to say exactly why he sounded so upset at her leaving, or rather neither wanted to acknowledge why he was upset.
“Well, there’s always someone else that needs saving. Or a disaster that needs to be avoided,” she said, watching his face carefully.
“Right, right…” he trailed off, not quite knowing where to take it from here. Thankfully, a waitress came by with two bowls, and two drinks for them to enjoy.
“What on earth did you order for me?” Poking her spoon around in the stew like dish in front of her, she arched an eyebrow and looked at the Cajun.
“Dat right der is what we call gumbo, chere. It’s real good. Gotta use dat piece o’ baguette at the end though.” When she still did not eat, he tried a different tactic. “Come on. Humor me before ya head on home, chere?”
If you ever asked her, she would vehemently deny that she had given in to the soft way he pleaded with her. Bringing the spoonful of hot stew and rice to her lips, a symphony of flavors erupted on her tongue. It was unlike anything she had ever eaten. The chicken, sausage and shrimp were so tender and perfectly cooked. The veggies melted, and the rice was the perfect binder.
While she was busy devouring her food, Remy was taking that time to lock in on her joyful face. If this was going to be the last time he saw her, he was going to make it count. But his day dreaming was interrupted by the transponder on the table suddenly jumping to life. As fast as she could, she set down her spoon, wiped her face, and grabbed the item.
“Wolverine,” she began, “listen, I got the necklace. Ready when you are on the extraction.”
Her eyes drifted over to the man in front of her who was trying very hard not to eavesdrop on the conversation happening two feet away from him. The long she listened to Wolverine talk, and watched Remy’s face, the more her heart moaned in pain. It was an unusual feeling to have, especially for someone that she swore she did not get along with or that she had not known for too long.
“Kid, we’ll be there in a couple hours, okay? We’re gonna track you by your communicator and then we’ll-”
“Actually, Wolvie,” she cut the man off, “I think I’m gonna stick around New Orleans for a few days. Just to make sure that nobody comes looking for this thing. I’ll let you know when it’s safe to come home.”
The transponder was shut off fast, and tucked into one of the pockets of her uniform. When she looked up again, the startled face of Gambit greeted her. His eyes were wider than the bowls they were eating out of, but she paid it no mind. Picking up her spoon again, she sent a teasing smirk across the table.
“Hope you don’t mind that I’ll be sticking around a little more.” She brought another spoonful of gumbo to her mouth while Gambit took a minute to recover.
“Not at all, chere. Not at all.”
#rebelliousstories#writing#wolverine and the x men#watxm#watxm gambit#remy lebeau imagine#remy lebeau#remy lebeau x reader#gambit x reader#gambit imagine#gambit#xmen imagine#x men 97#x men comics#x men movies#x men imagine#x men#deadpool and wolverine
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JULIAN KELLER / HELLION in WOLVERINE AND THE X-MEN (2009)
#julian keller#hellion#marvel#x-men#watxm#wolverine and the x-men#marveledit#xmenedit#watxmedit#hellionedit#animatededit#animationedit#cartoonedit#animationsdaily#marveldaily#BABY BOY!!! BA BY BOY!!!
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Idk I just think they’d be the ultimate plutonic power couple
#posting without the fic linked#X-men#x men nightcrawler#Nightcrawler#emh vision#emh#earths mightiest heroes#watxm nightcrawler#watxm#x-man vision AU#vision and the x-men
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“You two take the 50 on the left, I’ll take the 50 on the right.”
“Sugah, I’ll take them all.”
More River inserts, along with my brand new Rogue redesign. I wanted to make a design reminiscent of all Rogues that have come before.
#x men#xmen#quicksilver#pietro maximoff#rogue#anne marie#xmen rogue#oc#original character#marvel#marvel oc#xmen oc#x men oc#wolverine and the x men#watxm#screenshot redraw#my art#screencap redraw#marvel animation
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Nighttime grooming rituals with Emma Frost and Hank Mccoy on Wolverine and the X-Men
#emma frost#hank mccoy#beast#white queen#watxm#wolverine and the x-men#xmen animations#xmen gifs#marvel#marvel gifs#xmen
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Might as well do one more :p @a-roguish-gambit @ariel-seagull-wings
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*scooping up Mini WatXM Nightcrawler and petting him with Mini WatXM Scarlet Witch on the shoulder*
Here ya go!
#kurtwanda#wanda marvel#wanda maximoff#nightcrawler#kurt wagner#wolverine and the x men#watxm#mini mutants#sweet tea#hello stranger#my artwork
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Logan reaches out to Scott in Wolverine and the X-Men
#cyclops#wolverine#scott summers#scogan#james howlett#logan#x-men#wolverine and the xmen#watxm#marvel#marvel gifs#xmen gifs#dailymarvelgifs#xmen#xmen edit#animation#tv shows#tv gifs#cartoon#jean grey#watxm gifs
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ily watxm kurt most gorgeous bisexual man ive ever seen
#wolverine and the xmen#i know its only one season long and got so much content cut but can we talk more about watxm i love watxm. who here loves watxm#watxm#x men#x men fanart#kurt wagner#nightcrawler#nightcrawler fanart#trans artist#my art
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And a little extra to this (x) because I love Hank in this scene.
#<<𓅪 𝐎𝐎𝐂 : 𝐌𝐔𝐍 𝘐𝘐 𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 : 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𓅪>>#hank mccoy#marvel beast#beast xmen#wolverine and the x men#watxm#the way he casually climbs up the bookcase#and the little sigh and oh when he finds another book#hank ma beloved!#can't stop watching this!#this is the hank i love
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Percher and perchee
#when Logan’s busy Kurt has to find someone else to climb on#x-man vision AU#vision and the x-men#wolverine and the x men#watxm nightcrawler#watxm#earths mightiest heroes#EMH vision
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