#falliblexpenance: remy

[emmatriarchy]

@falliblexpenance requested a starter from rogue to remy - I wanted to do something kinda domestic with them <3

The Southern Belle couldn't figure it out, and she scoffed as she placed another piece of the puzzle back down after failing to find where it had to go in the motif. Someone suggested she does this to calm and center herself, since meditation wasn't something she could do with all the interference in her mind.

She would rather give the pieces to the cats so they could play with it. She looked up from her barely started work - even though she'd been at it for the better part of an hour - to find a hot cup of coffee by her side. "I'd rather work on an engine," she muttered, referring to that time in Valle Soleada where she used to have her own bike shop.

[emmatriarchy]

Even if he was exiled from N'awlins, Belle kept tabs on her husband. Til death did them part, wasn't it? Jusqu'à ce que la mort les sépare. He could run, she would always know where and find him when she wanted to.

"My level of crazy?" she scoffed when he spotted her, placing a hand on her hip, tossing her curly blonde hair back as she considered him.

"My level of crazy got nothin' on yours, mon beau. Did ya really think I wouldn't find ya?"

She chuckled. "How naive of you."

Tribeca wasn't New Orleans but it would do for now. Until he got tired of staying in one place and decided to move again. The occasional job funded his lifestyle. Nothing too serious that would draw unwanted attention to him but enough to keep him happy.

Walking back to his loft, the Cajun had been looking for a glass of whiskey and quiet night with his cats after a lead had gone cold. It was aggravating but not something he wouldn't pick up again the next day after he nursed his hangover. Hand on the handle to the building, he paused with noticing the reflection in the door window and let out a heavy sigh.

"Belle, I'm in no mood for your level of crazy right now." Remy turned to face her.

@emmatriarchy

[xpushback]

💬 Nick, rumor has it you have a crush on the mutant who rescued you

@falliblexpenance

"I don't have a crush on anyone, I'm not twelve. …But c'mon, did you see that guy? He walked in and took out those Division agents like he was shopping for soy sauce. Pretty easy on the eyes too, nice accent, cool power… But no, I don't get mixed up with organized mutants. Nobody's ever accused me of being a team player. We probably won't even see each other again."

[fvzzyelf]

i'm not afraid of anything i feel. i'm afraid of saying it. i'm only afraid of what happens when i do. (Remy)

"mmm," kurt hums thoughtfully when the root of the issue is finally exposed. such tangled roots at that! and isn't that the way of these feelings that make them all so beautifully flawed and wonderful?

he tilts his head, watching remy closely as if inspecting the man and taking a full account of his words and recent actions.

"mein freund, unfortunately that is a fallacy. you can not say you are not afraid of feelings when it is just that you fear in truth. you say you are afraid of the result, of making things a reality by speaking them into existence... so are you not just afraid of how you will feel should the reaction be one you do not want?"

[badcomicsrph]

Price: min. 10€ (PWYW) [LINK]

Semi private commission of 126 gifs of Nick Bateman as Remy LeBeau in the short fanmovie GAMBIT - Play for Keeps (2020). Nick Bateman was around 33 years old at the time of filming. Please note I do not approve of the +/-5 years rule.

Gifs are 268 x 111 px - please do not resize them smaller than 100x100px. Tag @badcomicsrph for credit if you edit and repost. Gifs were not colored, only sharpened.

TW for Gore in one gif (named as such), flashing lights, and fighting scenes

Gifs feature:

Nick Bateman as GAMBIT

Eric Roberts as NICKY LONERO

Ellen Hollman as ROGUE

Adam Senn as ASSASSIN

Anna Butkevych as MAGIK

Gary Kasper as ASHLEY

Pat Lewis as DEALER

Gene Freeman as JABARI

Glen Baggerly as SENATOR JOHNSON

Full credits at the Youtube video of the fanmovie.

Gifs were commissioned by @falliblexpenance - thank you!

[dramatisperscnae]

Remy eyed Matt for a moment, pausing in the act of reaching for his coat. Did he think he could handle Matt in a fight? Quite honestly yes. Matt was damned good, sure, but Remy was no slouch either; even without taking his active powers into account, his reflexes and speed were naturally faster than most humans, and while he didn't box he was an incredibly skilled martial artist in his own right.

He might not win, sure, but he wasn't going to lose, either.

And it would probably do Matt good to have a warm body to vent against. One that probably wouldn't end up in the hospital if he drove too hard.

"Straight match," Remy agreed easily, taking a step or two towards the ring with his eyes never leaving Matt. "Wouldn' use my powers 'gainst you anyway. Ain't lookin' t'cause damage here." Sure, he could control any explosion so as to cause the minimum amount of collateral damage, but that took focus he often didn't have in a combat situation. Besides, in a sparring match like this they had no place anyway. "Skill on skill, you got my word."

Matt knew his anger was borderline irrational at the moment, that he needed to calm down. But it felt nearly impossible. It was as if a wildfire had been lit inside of him and there was only dried timber in its way. Every little thing made it worse. From the sound of a car passing by outside to the soft the florescent lights in the hallway. It all fueled the rage inside in him and made his skin crawl. And now, he most likely just ruined his relationship with Remy because of it.

Somehow the Cajun remained even tempered and did not throw the same venom back at him. Ever the poker player, Matt scoffed to himself with a short of his head. He was far better man than him. Even with Remy not returning the same energy he was given, he felt no better about any of it. If anything, guilt was now compounded on top of the anger.

"I might not be a mutant but I was born to fight. You think you can handle me in the ring?" Matt huffed out a laugh, trying not to sound completely sardonic. It was enough, though, to get him to stop and turn back around to toss the towel back at his bag. "With no little bombs going off or using your powers to distract me? No using that Southern charm of yours?"

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@falliblexpenance asked “I know its been a long time, and I’m sorry to show up out of the blue, but — “ (Charles, Remy)

Charles smiles at the other and shakes his head "You know you'll always be welcome here Remy. We'll have to get you a new room the one you used to use has a couple of kids in it right now but as i have said anytime you want or need to come back here then you will be able too." He rolls over to Remy from his place behind the desk and chuckles "But tell me what has happened to you since you left? i would imagine that you have gotten yourself into some good adventures. Let a man live through you huh and tell me about some of them."

[southern-belle-outcasts]

“what is this place?” (Rogue, Remy..first meet?)

@falliblexpenance

Rogue gave the newcomer a wary look-over. He was clearly too old to have recently come into his power, but his dark eyes were a tip off so he was very obviously a mutant of some kind. “Ah’d wager you know, if’n you’re here,” she said, the suspicion dripping off her words. “The gate did kinda say Xavier’s. Unless ya got in here elsewhere.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Who are you?”

[stilltheworstwolverine]

you could start by coming closer. (Remy)

@falliblexpenance

He really had no idea how they had got to this point. He’d been annoying him all day and now somehow it had ended in Remy betting he wouldn’t kiss him. Logan wasn’t about to lose such a stupid bet. It wasn’t even that he was in any way opposed to kissing him but the entire situation had just gotten out of hand at this point.

He gave an exaggerated eye roll before shifting forward so their noses were almost touching. “There, happy?” He huffed “anything else you need or were you actually planning on kissing me some point today?”

[dramatisperscnae]

Remy kept himself largely out of the way - though still within arm's reach of Matt - when Claire arrived, though he was quick to back up Matt's defense. It hadn't been Matt's fault, at least this time; hell, Matt had been trying to avoid the fight. Still, given how often Claire did have to patch Matt back up, her annoyance was at least a little understandable.

It was a relief when Claire finally sat back and declared it a mild concussion. The order to rest came as no surprise - that was pretty much the only treatment for a concussion, as far as Remy knew - but everything else got a nod. No need to panic yet, so long as things didn't get worse. That was good.

Two weeks offduty, though…that was going to be the hard part. Matt took his work seriously, Remy knew, and two weeks with Daredevil on the streets was going to be a very tall order to achieve. Remy could go on patrol in his place, sure, but that brought the risk of Matt slipping out anyway with no one to keep an eye on him.

Handcuffing him to the bed might actually be necessary.

But he could worry about that later. For now he just wanted to get Matt settled again.

His eyes softened at Matt's renewed insistence reassurance, and he reached out to cup his alleycat's cheeks gently in his hands. "No you ain't," he said softly, fondly. "I know you tough, Mathieu, an' I know you gon' be jus' fine, but right at dis very moment you ain't runnin' at a hundred percent. I coulda lost you las' night. So let's jus' take dis a day at a time, hein?"

His thumb stroked over Matt's cheek. "A li'l bedrest ain't gon' do you no harm, chèr, you know dat. An' I'll take on de patrols for de nex' day or so, at least. Make sure y'town still looked after good. A'right?"

Claire arrived faster than Matt had anticipated, though he had been dozing on and off against Remy’s side for most of the time until the Cajun began to move with the knock at the door. He slid out of the other’s embrace and then from the bed to stretch out his tense muscles, waiting until he heard Remy's footsteps reach the living room before lazily following in the man's wake, waiting there against the couch for him to answer the door.

“In my defense, I wasn’t out on patrol this time. I could probably argue that I was innocent.” A flash of a charming yet sheepish smile to try to tame her anger, if even in the slightest.

“Shut it, counselor.” Claire snapped back, dropping her medical bag onto the couch beside him.

~~~~

A half hour had passed before the nurse had finished her examination, the occasional comment about how he was going to get himself killed one of these days muttered under her breath, though Matt did not try to correct her. Instead he was focused on sitting still and being a good patient for Remy's sake. Once she was done, she hiked her kit back up onto her shoulder and walked over to Remy.

“I’m going to tell you since a certain someone doesn’t have the best track record of taking care of himself; obviously, he has a concussion. I would say it’s mild, even with the brief memory loss you told me about earlier. He should be alright if he rests. Just because it’s mild now doesn't mean it won’t get worse if he doesn’t allow his body the chance to heal.

“If he gets any worse than how he is right now, then he needs to go to the hospital. He may be a little confused like he was a little earlier, that’s alright. He just can’t get any worse. Understand? If his headache gets worse, hospital. If he starts to get ill, hospital. Some confusion is normal, don’t panic. Two weeks is the minimum amount of rest he needs before he goes back out. Longer if you feel he isn’t better. You have my permission to handcuff him to the bed if you need to. No alcohol.”

“Claire, you’re overreacting-“ Matt tried to interject.

“Don’t even, Matthew!” Snapping over her shoulder, Claire turned back to Remy. “Hot baths for the bruising. Good luck with him. You’re going to need it.”

Matt waited until he heard the door shut before he dared to speak again. "Remy, she's overreacting. I'm fine."

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in the link (and source) you will find 083 RP icons of Remy LeBeau as Death. Those icons are sized 100x100 px and 150x150 px. You can find the folders in the zip. They are 1€+ (pwyw) & capped from Marvel Comics. They were capped from the books:

X-Men #184 + 185 + 186 + 187 (2006)

X-Men: Legacy #229 + 230 + 244 + Annual (2009-2011)

X-Men: Hellbound #2 + 3 (2010)

Knights of X #5 (2022)

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Possible triggers: unnatural eye color, glowing eyes, choking, fire.

Ethnicity: Unspecified (AFAIK) Sexuality: Bisexual (Implied - AFAIK) Other: N/A

Writer: Various Artist: Various

Semi private commission for @falliblexpenance - Thanks!

[emmatriarchy]

I wanna thank @falliblexpenance for asking for those gifs of bateman as remy (and commissioning me <3 heart on you pal) because wow love to see him do Stuff and Things.

(semi private commission so when I'm done the gifs will be available on my kofi for a price)

[emmatriarchy]

Of course, Remy's luck would be that the first time he was stealing in Big Apple, some vigilante type would happen upon the scene. He rolled his sensitive eyes, flicking the card in his hand - one might think it was a nervous habit, but Remy was actually very calm and ready to charge and flick the card as needed.

"Now, mon ami, I'm a honest thief. Only stealin' back what's been stolen."

He did it for a price from the original owners, and for the thrill of the act... but was it information he had to share with someone threatening him?

"Is that a problem, homme?" he asked as he slid a small charge into the card, holding it for now. The card emitted a light magenta color, buzzing with the potential energy begging to be released.

There was something different about the man that caught his attention; his scent. Matt didn’t know what exactly, having never encountered. It was curious but now wasn't exactly the time to dwell on it.

“That’s coming from the man picking a lock to a building that isn’t his? I believe the phrase is, the pot calling the kettle black?" He tensed briefly with the thief reaching into his pocket, though he already knew he didn't have a gun. But that didn't mean he couldn't have another weapon.

“I’m more of looking to dissuade you from taking something that is not yours. Whether if it’s something you consider bothering, then yeah, we could have a problem." He couldn't exactly peg what the man had in his hands; some sort of paper product? Maybe it was a little thicker than paper? With ink?

"Well, do we have a problem?"

[phencyclidinc]

Having a place to go back to felt weird. Especially a place like this. Long before being made into a mutate, Angel managed to survive because she could see other people's true feelings and intentions regarding her. Which is why she was so confused when Colossus was so eager to bring her in and the Professor accepted her at all. She was well aware that some people did not want her around and she didn't blame them. Still, she resigned herself to staying until she could pay her debt back, or until one of three people - Ellie, Piotr, or Charles himself - told her to get out.

Regardless, she didn't spend much time around. Between her own investigations on other mutate factories and being called in to work with SHIELD, she could stay away for weeks at a time. Coming back from a long mission in the late hours, Angel decided to get a head start on the paperwork when someone else walked in.

"Hey." Setting the papers aside for a second, she looked up at the clock and then pressed a palm to her waist as if checking something. "Yeah, just returned from a mission. I, uh... Don't wanna risk waking Logan again." Angel had underestimated his nose once before and headed upstairs while freshly injured, only to be met with him standing guard at her door. Just to be safe, she showered downstairs and was waiting for her healing factor to close the wound up completely. "You just getting back too?"

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Staying in one place had never been his thing since being exiled from New Orleans. It just didn’t feel right until Storm had introduced him to Charles Xavier and his X-Men, quickly being set up with a room at the school. Even then, Remy would never stay longer than a few months before taking off again. He would stay away for some time and randomly show up at the mansion again, his room always waiting for him, this time being no different.

Remy walked into the kitchen with his bag slung over his shoulder to grab something to drink before he headed up to his room. It was something he did every time he returned to the mansion, except generally there wasn’t someone sitting at the table in the middle of the night. He casually raised an eyebrow in her direction but more out of curiosity than anything else.

“A little late to be up and about. Everything alright, mon ami?”

[80sretroboom]

Jubilee did NOT want to go to her next class, instead she was standing in the hall just staring at the paper in her hand that told her where her next class would be, math. Why'd it have to be math? Needless to say that Jubilee hearing someone shouting in what seemed liked her direction, she welcomed the distraction and turned around immediately. turned around to see...see well...uh....Jubilee turned around to see a hunk. Her neon clear pink sunglasses falling down over her eyes. "Well. Hello there, Mr. rugged with the accent." Out of reflexive, no filtered, response about her attraction to the handsome man standing before her looking for help. Jubilee snapped out of it, taking a deep breath to compose herself. Oh! He needed help finding the Professor, here's a perfect excuse that she can use to get out of class for a bit. "The Professor? His office I think. Need a guide?" She said cheerfully, in her own sing song way. Jubilee really did just want to be helpful, even if she did get the benefit of getting out of class and hanging out with a cute guy at the same time. Who says that being helpful can't also have things that make you feel good in the process, right? "I'm Jubilee, by the way." Jubilation Lee, or Jubilee as she preferred to be called, held out her hand, in greeting to the stranger.

@falliblexpenance

It had been months since the last time the Cajun had made his way through the halls of Xavier's School of Gifted Youngsters, bag hiked up on his shoulder. The sea students parted around him as they hurried to their next class, paying him no mind. Though he was sure there would have been more lingering stares if he wasn't wearing the sunglasses that hid his black and red eyes.

"Lookin' for da professor." Remy called out to a girl who seemed to be lingering behind in the hallway while the classroom doors had already began to shut, hands sliding into the pockets of his long coat. "Any chance you've seen 'im? Gotta find out which room he had set aside for me."

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[brooklynislandgirl]

Beth would never use that particular word outside of her own head, it just wasn't done, but the rescuing stranger isn't wrong. More to the point, the men who eye him before running off as if terrified by the well over six foot and broad frame, should have offered the stranger a debt of gratitude that starts with an apology. Backed into a corner and fending off a human wolf-pack, Beth might have had to resort defending herself. Instead, it's left to her to both thank him and apologise in turn, which she plans to do until he turns around, very self-possessed and maybe there's a touch of smugness to his smile and Beth finds herself blushing. It isn't because she has designs on the handsome stranger, but mostly it's in the fact that she realises his accent isn't that much different than her own and that immediately puts her at ease. "Mais oui," she murmurs, French for yes, very. Then she can't help but giggle. She isn't teasing him but she is so very relieved to not be treated like so much meat. "I'm sorry, wha' I should be sayin' is mahalo, mistah. Some people nevah know how to take disappointment an' really I would have hate t' see wha' happen if you hadn't come along. Is dere any way you'd accept a token of my gratitude? Funnel cake? Ride on da carousel? Walk t'rough da hay-bale maze? Drink a' da beer garden? Jus' name it."

@brooklynislandgirl liked for a fall starter

Fairs were not really his thing but since he was already making a pit stop in the town, Remy figured why not. At least, he could go while it was still daylight out and he wouldn’t stand out wearing his sunglasses, needing to hide his black and red eyes. A lap or two around the fair grounds and then he would head back to his motel for the evening, review the details of his next job. He wasn't there long before he saw what looked to be a few men harassing a woman who clearly wasn't enjoying the attention. There was only one thing a halfway decent man, and x-men, could do.

Remy stepped in between the woman and the men with no less swagger in his step. "You know, most men would take da hint and leave da pretty lady alone da first time she tell ya to fuck off. I suggest ya'll take dat advice and leave. Now." With that, his chin dipped in the slightest so his sunglasses would slide down the brim of his nose just enough to give them a glimpse of his black eyes and send them hurrying off.

"Dare, solved dat problem." A pleased smirk as he turned around to check on her. "You all right, mon ami?"