#lucifer oliver and figaro lebeau

[tdlb]

remy learnt from the kittens

gambit and wolverine talking about kittens

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I saw you compared Gambit to a cat once. Have you seen the pages of him and his kitties? He has a orange, white and black one I think their names are Figaro, Oliver, and Lucifer

Yesss, I have seen him with his kitties. I have been bouncing around with comics, so I’ve read the issue where Mystique gives him the kitties + their appearances in All New X-Factor. But most importantly, I’ve read all of Marvel Meow. Objectively one of the most important comic book series ever. You must read Marvel Meow or else you aren’t a real comic book fan.

I learned that they’re named after Disney cats. I only recognize Lucifer, since he’s from one of my favorite Disney movies ever, Cinderella. When trying to find Gamboi cat appearances, I noticed some people find it weird that the pelt colors of the kitties don’t match their Disney counterparts. Someone suggested an in-universe solution of Gambit being some sort of colorblind. While I don’t think there needs to be an explanation for Gamboi’s cats to be named what they are, I find that idea very cute.

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Figaro, Oliver and Lucifer in Infinity Paws 2024

+ low quality Gambit with cats

[webshootersandwingdings]

Lucifer, Oliver, and Fígaro play nice 😸

Marvel Meow #16

[burninblood]

some unhinged comic content for you

All-New X-Factor (2014) #5

[stef-plays]

Andddd another random Marvel fact part 2: Gambit has three cats

So yeah Sabretooth wanting a snack so he got three cats to which Mystique found and saved from Sabretooth, so to save the cats from being eaten she gave the cats to Gambit for some reason even though she really hates him(which is another fun fact for another day but Gambit is a VICTIM is all i’m gonna say) so he got three cats and named them Oilver,Figaro, and Lucifer. Another fun little fact is that Gambit named his cats all after Disney characters Oilver named after the protagonist from Oilver & Company, Figaro being named after Geppetto own cat in the movie Pinocchio, then Lucifer named after Lady Tremaine own cat Lucifer in the movie cinderella so Gambit is a Disney adult or at least a big fan of Disney to name his cats after them and yes all these cats are still alive in earth 616.

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Uncanny X-Men V6 #04 (2024)

[bornincaldecott]

a flying brick 💀

&& don't forget the kitty boys!

A family doesn't need to ba a husband a wife and two kids, sometimes it's a lesbian terrorist couple, a flying brick from Mississippi, a Catholic German and a Cajun thief. And I think that's beautiful

[v33n4-c4rn1s]

"Do I look like her?"

Remy Lebeau x fem!reader

A/N: Here's my first little one shot for the after party of our main event! you don't have to read/attend the main event but if you'd like to.. Here's your invitation to "May the cards be in our favour." Thank you for all the support on the main series! Here's a well deserved Angst/comfort tiny tale <3

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Things played out well for you.

Of course it did.

Sure, you lost everything..But you healed. You accepted a new life. Hell, you even got the guy.

So why is it so..numbing?

Why do you feel like you're walking on thin glass, prepared to shatter under the weight of your heavy heart, when you wake up next to him? He’s not a bad guy. Remy Lebeau is anything but bad.

He’s gentle. Despite your past, your fears, he’s never once doubted you..so why are you doubting him? He knows what it’s like to lose someone. He lost you. Well, a version of you. 

That’s what has your mind all twisted.

Her.

Well, you.

It was haunting, knowing that there once was a you that he loved so much. You wonder if maybe..just maybe. If she was still alive, would you stand in the same place? Would you wake up next to him? Would you share breakfast together? Take care of the cats? 

The worst thing was, you didn’t know.

She meant so much to him.

Could you even compare to her? 

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You stand in the kitchen, the cats demand their breakfast. They circle you like you’re prey. Tiny predators pawing at your legs. They’re cute..demanding? But cute. Lucifer, the ginger cat, drags his claws down the food cabinet. You give him a look, something along the lines of, “seriously?” and in response..he does it again. Slower. He’s such a little shit. He really lives up to the name. Oliver, the grey cat, circles you. He nuzzles up to your legs. He's trying to use his affection to coax you into opening that damn cabinet. Finally, Figaro, the white cat, simply just sits there. Purring. He’s using his cute little face to try and win you over.

“Boys..five minutes, literally..just five.”

The door of the bedroom creaks open and there he is. Remy, He got out of the shower earlier, he’s dry and dressed now. Apart from his hair, which you can tell is a little damp still.

His scarlet gaze finds yours and he gives you a grin before turning his attention the his cats, who stare up at him expectantly.

“Boys..what’re you crowdin’ your momma for, aye? Where’s dem manners? You aint supposed to crowd a lady.”

He scolds them so gently, it's actually kinda funny. The best part? They listen.

Oh.

I should probably give context to your current situation.

After the near end of the universe, the destruction of your world and the pain and weight of it all..Wade wilson begged the TVA to let you stay right here. They obliged due to your..heroic acts and now you live across from Wade and Logan, who also agreed to stay. Wade retrieved Remy (and Laura) from the void, blah blah blah..you kissed, he moved in, you’re together and now you own three cats.

All caught up? Good.

Remy heads over to the cabinet, pulling out the cat food tin. The cats crowd him instead. A chorus of pleased meows follow him as he dishes up the food. Normally, you’d find a strange sense of joy watching him tend to his cats but today..you had this nagging feeling. It tugged at your heart, sending dull throbs of longing into your soul.

You were snapped from your trance by familiar hands placing themselves on your waist. The Cajun male presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. It tingles. You knew he was being sincere yet it all felt so..hollow.

“You've been frownin’ since ya got outta bed, chère. C’mon, Tell Gambit what’s got you all tied?..”

You meet his gaze. You always do. He finds your eyes all the time and the weight of his sentence. The affection, the care that’s laced into his words..

It cracks the wall you tried to build, the bricks crumble and you stand there..

Vulnerable.

Before you know it, tears begin to well up and it takes Remy no longer than a second to scoop you up. His strong arms encase your frame so gently, his hand runs up and down your back.

“Ma belle..what’s goin’ on? What’s all dem tears for, huh?”

He coo’s so sweetly, leading you to the couch. He takes a seat, pulling you into his lap so you straddle him. One hand lays on your thigh, his skilled fingers tracing soft circles against the skin whereas his other hand works on wiping your tears and pushing the hair out of your face. He runs a hand over your hair before cupping your cheek. All his movements are with practised ease. He knows your body like he knows his cards.

He deserves an explanation. 

He’s been nothing but a picture perfect boyfriend and you’ve been cold to him. You have no idea how he put up with it.

You gather yourself, alongside your thoughts, and you allow some much needed air into your lungs, soothing your nerves.

“It’s– it’s ridiculous really– I think..I'm jealous? Envious? I don’t know but– it's her! Me! Whoever it is! You..you loved her so much! How..how can i even come close to what she had– who she was to you–”

He was confused for a moment before it clicked. You felt..less inferior to his past version of yourself. He felt sick. A rush of nausea overwhelmed him. He never meant for this to happen. Not like this.

He watched the tears slowly slide down your cheeks, his thumb stilled. For a second, you thought he might shove you off his lap, maybe even leave out the door but instead his palms rushed forward to cradle your face. 

“Oh..chère..mon amour–”

He brings you closer, taking your hand and placing it over his heart so you could feel the steady thump.

“She..she was a piece of me– a piece of my past but oh..chère..”

You could hear it in his voice, he’s getting choked up.

“She ain’t you..and you ain’t her. Even Gambit knows dat. Ya got de same face but not de same heart. Not de same soul..”

He brings his hands down to find yours. His own eyes betray him, they grow watery as he presses kiss after kiss to your knuckles.

“Gambit don’t want you feelin’ like a replacement cuz you ain’t. You’re his future. Dat’s what you are. Ain’t no second choice.”

He presses his forehead to your knuckles, it’s like he’s silently begging for forgiveness. He inhales with a shudder.

You can’t find that feeling anymore. The feeling of nagging, the pain, the anxiety.

It’s all gone. Thanks to him.

Now it’s your turn, you tilt his head up with shaky hands and bring him towards you. His nose gently bumps against yours. He holds your wrists like he’s scared that if he lets go..you’ll vanish.

He knows what’s coming yet his heart still flutters when you press your lips to his. It’s slow at first but then a string of desperation ties itself into the mix. His usual skilled hands scramble to grasp your hips while you tangle your fingers in his hair. It’s soft, still a tiny bit damp from his shower but it’s soft. He pulls back only to kiss your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. He continues to travel till he reaches your collarbone. The whole way down he praises you, he worships you like you're an angel on earth..and to be honest? When you hold him like this he thinks you just might as well be.

He finally pulls away, taking in your flushed cheeks and the dots of red that linger on your skin from his heavy kisses. He gives you a grin. You get to see his jagged canine peek out from his lips. He doesn’t need to say anything because you already know.

He doesn't need to say anything. 

But he does.

“I love you..Gambit loves you so much..”

The cats all clamber onto the couch, trying to figure out what all the commotion is for. 

You return his words, watching him reach down to scratch lucifer behind the ear.

“I love you too..”

It’s four words that bring a man, and his cats, so much joy.

Perhaps you didn’t have the greatest start but that doesn’t mean you’ll be stuck in the unknown for good. Not when he’s here.

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When you get into bed that night, your heart feels full. You crawl into waiting arms. Large hands run up and down your back. You can hear the soft purrs of your beloved felines and that's how you know things are going to be fine. 

Remy presses a kiss to your forehead, humming softly as he checks on you, watching you fight the well deserved sleep that creeps over you.

He chuckles softly, his chest rumbles at his laughter and it pulls a sleepy smile onto your lips. With a final kiss against your hair, you hear him.

“You got me, forever..and dere ain’t nothin’ you can do about it..”

He’s teasing. You know he is because why would you wanna do anything about it? He’s perfect.

And he’s yours.

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[sunroxic]

pairing: Remy LeBeau x Rogue

warning: Nothing just fluff

word count: 700

a/n: HEAVILY based from @/kaydeefoxx ( on twt ) romy art because i am a pure sucker for this couple. Definitely go check out her art, they're all so amazing!!

The morning sun starts to rise marking the start of a new day today. The chirping sounds of birds from outside added with Figaro licking his toes slowly woke Remy up from his slumber.

His eyes slowly greeted by the hint of sunlight outside of the blind in their room. Next to him there is his wife, still very asleep and also looking very peaceful while she's at it.

“Mornin’, chère,” he whispers slowly, not to wake her up. He moves to kiss the top of her head a few times.

Remy scooped Figaro from resting on his legs to give him a few good morning kisses. The rest of the boys are still asleep in their respectable place.

The sound of his stomach was what made him finally slowly climb out of their bed. Giving Rogue more head kisses before putting down Figaro next to her who is still very much asleep.

“Keep y'mama company while I go n’ make us some breakfast, k boys?” He gives both of them more kisses before he actually stands up. He looks at them for a while, just admiring how cute and domestic it feels seeing this view.

As if on cue, the rest of the boys, Oliver and Lucifer, awake from their sleep just to join their brother and their mama on the bed.

“Ya can't be left out, can't you?” He chuckles seeing how the two cats climb up on their bed. Now his bed is filled with three cats and his wife, snuggling.

Quietly, he walked out of their room, leaving Rogue to sleep with the boys. Still in his PJs, he walked straight to the kitchen, thinking of making some breakfast for once his wife woke up.

He hummed along as he starts to cook for breakfast in the kitchen. He's not making something very complicated, just a simple waffle and chicken bites.

Inside their room, Rogue slowly stirred awake from her sleep. She opened her eyes slowly just to see a white furred cat snuggled up close to her. She tried to look for her husband around the room but she couldn't find him, so she assumed he would be outside.

“Mornin’, baby, seems ya papa woke up early,” She greets the cats and gives them a few smooch for each of them before slipping out of her bed slowly, trying to find her husband.

As she walked out of their room and walked down the hall to the kitchen, she could hear his humming, getting louder as she got closer to the kitchen.

There in the kitchen, Remy LeBeau is currently cooking while still wearing his red pyjamas. She leaned on the wall as she watched her husband before she walked closer. Her arms wrapped around his torso as she let her head just rest on his shoulder.

“Mornin’, mon coeur, sleep fine last night?” He turned his body to face her, making her rest her head on chest in his embrace.

“Mhm, ah sleep amazin’ last night. You woke up early, sugar,” Her voice sounds a bit muffled as she speaks with her face planted on his chest. She still feels a bit sleepy as she just woke up.

Remy's fingers softly play with her hair, giving a few soft kisses on top of her head, “Thought I'll make som’ breakfast fo’ ma chèrie,” he wrapped his arms around her shoulder, bringing her closer to him, “Made us som’ chicken ‘n waffles for breakfast.”

Rogue lifts up her head to look at his face, “Chicken ‘n waffles? Sugar, you sure do know how to treat a gal on weekend, ain't ya?”

Their lips meet for a moment, it's nothing rushed, just a slow and gentle shared in the middle of the kitchen, as they got hit by the morning light.

After a brief moment, Remy pulls back for air, “How ‘bout you sit there while i serve our breakfast, chère?” Remy suggested as his hand still softly caressed her cheek.

“Sounds like heaven,” she then goes to sit on the dining table as she waits for him to serve their breakfast and spend the rest of their day just being lazy and cuddling all day.

[sokoneedsagun]

If you saw the last one noting is different I just meant to make it longer

If you have a diffrent favorite feel free to drop them in the comments or reblogs

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Meow time.

[nichknack]

Wandering Witchbreed AU: The Knights of Xavier

AU MASTERPOST

Knights within the Kingdom of Ventra

Knights in the world of the Wandering Witchbreed aren't like real life knights found in Medieval Europe, instead they're more akin to Japanese Samurai. Though even that comparison doesn't entirely do them justice. They are warriors first and foremost, bound to the code of chivalry. Knights pledge themselves to the service of a particular noble, protecting their lands and people. Many knights begin their journey to knighthood from a young age, being trained under a noble house as a page/squire to a knight. While the majority of knights are the children of nobility who were pages and squires as children, it is possible for those of lower birth to become knights if they are 'knighted'. This is often done to soldiers who prove themselves to be worthy of the title on the battlefield. A knighting can only be done by a noble lord/lady, or another knight.

The Knights of Xavier

The knights of Xavier were a group of knights pledged to serve Professor Charles Xavier, a viscount who, unbeknown to the other members of the kingdom's nobility, was in fact a witchbreed. After inheriting his father's title, Xavier used his family's wealth to turn the Xavier Manor House into something of a safe place for Witchbreeds, taking them in under the guise of training them to be his knights. The Manor House itself once remained hidden through the use of Xavier's own telekinetic ability, making it difficult for those seeking to harm its inhabitants to locate it. During the decades that the group was active, those working for Xavier would often go out into the wider realm, using their witchbreed abilities to help those in need.

Members -

Leader:

Professor Charles Xavier †

Knights:

Sir Scott Summers the Cyclops †

Sir Jean Grey the Phoenix † (Previously known as the Marvel)

Sir Henry Mccoy the Beast †

Sir Logan Howlett the Wolverine

Sir Kevin Sydney the Morph †

Sir Ororo Munroe the Storm †

Sir Kurt Wagner the Night Crawler †

Squires and Pages:

Anna Marie †

Remy LeBeau †

Jubilation Lee †

Kaden Pryde † (Previously known as "Katherine" but transitioned to male)

Robert Drake †

Animals

Blackbird (Draft Horse)

Lockheed (Dragon)

Lucifer (Cat)

Oliver (Cat)

Figaro (Cat)

The Fall of the House Xavier

While the knights of Xavier were originally often seen as heroes by those they saved, a mixture of anti-witchbreed teachings by The Holy Order drew the ire of the public.

One night, when Logan was away from the grounds, Sentinels and Witchhunters were able to break through the House defences, slaughtering all they could find and leaving Logan the only survivor.

[naviculariis]

"I be the thief, chere......and there you go off stealin' my heart."

STATS NAME Remy Etienne LeBeau NICKNAME/ALIAS Le Diable Blanc, Ragin' Cajun, Gambit AGE 23 DATE OF BIRTH June 16th GENDER & PRONOUNS Male; He/Him/Yours ORIENTATION Pansexual RACE/ETHNICITY Human/Devil Fruit User/Acadian [ white ] NATIONALITY South Blue; Crescent Moon Island PHYSICAL HEIGHT 6’2” [ 187.96 ] WEIGHT   179 lbs [ 81.19 kg ] HAIR Red-Brown; tapered sides with a longer top. EYES Black sclera; red irises. [ brown prior to his DF ]. SCARS Multiple Misc. PIERCINGS Both ears twice. TATTOOS N/A FACE CLAIM ---

BACKGROUND PARENTS - Jean-Luc LeBeau SIBLINGS N/A EXES: Anna Marie OTHERS - PETS 3 cats [ Oliver, Figaro, Lucifer ] OCCUPATION Pirate, Thief, occasional agent for the Revolutionary Army HOMETOWN Norleens, Crescent Moon Island, South Blue CURRENT RESIDENCE N/A LANGUAGES: English, Cajun French, Spanish

PERSONAL POSITIVE TRAITS - Charming, Good with kids, Talkative NEUTRAL TRAITS - Flirtatious, Thief, Restless NEGATIVE TRAITS - Morally Gray, Rogue-ish, Self-Isolating ASTROLOGY Sun in Gemini, Moon in Leo, Rising Cancer

TEMPERAMENT: Remy LeBeau has been a charmer since the day he could speak. Always having had a way with words, it was like he was born to be a thief. Though he may come off as a self-centered flirt, his true personality is often misunderstood. Remy is open to talk about absolutely anything - except for his own past, giving him a more mysterious persona. 

Confidence and impulsivity mingle within him - whether it be in the heat of a fight or in a flirtatious encounter. He isn't the sort to back down from a fight, relying on his impulses rather than sound judgment. More often than not, it's his harsh, sarcastic, and witty comments that place him in hot water. Remy is well versed in making folks comfortable- through jokes or soft assurances. He'll sooner check in on his friends before checking in on himself. He rarely shows signs of fear, portraying a confident- almost cocky- attitude.

Despite this, he does allow himself to be vulnerable when it matters most- mostly with those he trusts, of course. Even though he is a thief, Remy lives by a code of honor which is held in the utmost regard. What this code is? Well, cher, that's for Remy to know, and for you… To not. A thief can't reveal all of his tricks, after all.

Remy is deceitful when he has something that he wants, especially when it comes to matters of the Heart. He does find it difficult to get close to people on a more personal or even romantic level due to the betrayals and traumas regarding his past. Perhaps one day.

But not today.

OTHER NEURODIVERGENCES & DISORDERS - PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Self-Isolation PHYSICAL DISABILITIES / CHRONIC ILLNESSES - Sea Water POWERS / ABILITIES - Kinetic-Kinetic Fruit: This Devil Fruit allows the user to manipulate Kinetic Energy in any shape or form. Remy can take the potential energy stored in an object and convert it to kinetic energy, thus "charging" that item with explosive results. He prefers to charge smaller objects, such as his ever-present playing cards, as the time required to charge them is greatly reduced and they are much easier for him to throw. The only real limitation to this ability is the time required to charge the object. The larger it is, the more time it takes.  Dissolution: Gambit can also cause objects to pull themselves apart instead of exploding violently making them harmlessly melt down to nothing. Once having focused charging on dissolving shrapnel in a victim's stomach and at times when jump-started able to overcharge falling debris from crumbling buildings. His control over this has increased to the point he can shatter ice he was encased in without blowing up.  Disruption: Gambit can take his explosive acceleration to temporarily scramble the sensory awareness of a person, knocking them out cold. Static Interference: Creates natural static, because of the charged potential energy always in his body. Can increase the effect by holding a charged object near his head. Vibration Emission: Gambit, through kinetic acceleration instead of conversion, can emit a shockwave accompanying a bright flashbang which leaves a sizable crater in the ground He can also charge items and not have them explode, such as his bo staff. Enhanced Conditioning: Gambit's ability to tap energy also grants him increased speed, strength, reflexes and reactions, flexibility, dexterity, coordination, balance, and endurance as a side effect, bestowing him an added edge he has used to his advantage by developing a unique acrobatic fighting style. Under normal circumstances, the physical "charge" he receives makes his abilities exceptional. This, coupled with the training he received when he was young from Jean-Luc, makes Gambit an expert fighter in both ranged and close combat.  WEAPONS - Bo Staff, Playing Cards

CONNECTIONS - Felicia Hardy [ WARNER; POSSIBLE ROMANTIC CONNECTION ]

VERSES -UPON THE LAND, UPON THE SEA CLOSED VERSE. -NAVICULARIS. CANON VERSE. Canon compliant timeline in which Remy is a lone pirate who sails the seas in search of new treasures to take, as well as a side agent for the Revolutionary Army.

[thefoxdenrp]

Remy LeBeau Headcanon

Remy has three cats, all of them named after cats from Disney movies.

The gray one is Oliver (from Oliver and Company)

The orange one is Lucifer (from Cinderella)

The white one is Figaro (from Pinocchio)

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The Start of The Family LeBeau

Characters: Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Anna Marie Darkholme (Rogue)

Chapters: 3/?

Words: 3,329

Status: In Progress

Fanfic Links:

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Remy hummed, laying half across Rogue’s lap as she played with his hair. The movie’s credits were rolling, though Remy had barely noticed. He was content to just lay there, a throw blanket across his shoulders with Rogue home, much earlier than either anticipated. He also didn’t want to move because one of his cats was laying on his back and was purring in content.

“You still awake, suga’?” Rogue asked quietly, and Remy made a noise as he nuzzled against her leg a little. He very much didn’t want to be awake, and Rogue had the remote, so she could turn on any movie she wanted with neither having to move.

“No.” Rogue laughed lightly, scratching his scalp lightly.

“You have to, I gotta get up.” Remy whined, his eyes opening as he tried to press a little closer to Rogue. “I gotta pee.” Remy huffed, though pushed himself up carefully, pouting as the cat on his back complained, getting up and jumping away.

When he was sat up, he looked and found that it had been Lucifer on his back. He pouted, though smiled at Rogue as she ruffled his hair.

“Sorry,” Rogue told him, but he shook his head. Needing to use the bathroom was natural, and they’d watched two movies that morning already. He laid back down on the couch, stretching out on his back as he tried to entice Lucifer into laying on his stomach again. He could feel it cooling off, and although he wanted to turn it back on, he knew that he really should let the pad cool off before it turned itself off… permanently. And he really didn’t want to have to buy a new heating pad.

He hummed as Figaro surprised him by jumping up onto his stomach, he winced as his paws dug into Remy’s gut. He made a pained face, though he waited for Figaro to get comfortable curled up on his stomach. One hand rested on Figaro as Lucifer stretched out on the back of the couch, his other hand flopped to hang in the air.

He smiled as Oliver came over for attention too, moving from the armchair where he’d been sleeping peacefully for the last hour. He made a face, looking towards the ceiling when he started feeling sick. This was something that he hadn’t missed, and something he wished had stayed away.

“Remy?” He turned his head, smiling at Rogue even as she frowned in concern towards him. “You okay hun?” He nodded briefly before shaking his head. “What’s wrong?” She moved forward, smiling briefly as Oliver meowed up at her.

“Jus’ feel a little sick, chère, nothing to worry about.” Remy responded with a small shrug. He closed his eyes as Rogue ran a hand through his hair, smiling softly when he felt her press a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m going to put together some lunch, is there anything you want?” She asked, and while Remy would have answered her honestly, he was craving meat. He wasn’t sure, but a burger sounded good, tacos sounded even better. Maybe steak. But he wasn’t sure how confident Rogue was with her cooking yet; maybe he could convince her to let him cook dinner that night.

“Whatever you want, chère.” Remy answered as he opened his eyes. Rogue raised an eyebrow, a frown on her face as she tried to read Remy. “Remy wants to make dinner though,” He tried for a look of innocence, but Rogue had figured him out years ago.

“You’re craving something I can’t make, aren’t ya’?”

“Absolutely.” Remy sighed, making a pained noise when Figaro decided he didn’t want to lay on Remy anymore, having gotten up and jumped onto Lucifer. Both cats tumbled to the ground behind the couch and Remy turned and curled up in a small ball as his eyes squeezed closed.

“Remy!” He could hear the brief panic in Rogue’s voice; she absolutely hated seeing him in pain.

“Fine, chère.” Remy responded, barely noticing his clenched teeth as he turned his head into the couch cushions. “Remy’s fine,” ‘for the most part’ was left unsaid. He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly before opening his eyes and offering a smile to Rogue who didn’t know what to do, her hands twitching slightly from where they were half raised towards him. “Remy’s fine, cat paws just hurt.”

Rogue winced, looking to the side of the couch as both cats came racing around the couch, Lucifer chasing after Figaro, which led to Oliver also jumping to chase after Figaro. Remy pouted after them, though made no immediate movement to call any of them back or follow.

“Well, tell me what you want made first, then I’ll decide,” Rogue told him, leaning forward and smiling at him as Remy turned towards her, laying on his side and curled up in a partial ball.

“Something with meat, I think.” Rogue snorted, as Remy watched her. There were times, or days even, that his breath was taken away by his wife. She was absolutely stunning, and he wondered if he told her that enough. “You’re gorgeous.” The words slipped out after Remy thought them. Rogue, who had been about to say something, stopped suddenly, stuttering and staring at him in confusion before laughing. “Absolutely stunning.” He continued.

“Where does your mind go, Remy?” Rogue laughed, eyes wide and bright as she leaned forwards and graced him with a kiss. Remy was smiling bashfully when she pulled back. Her eyes were overly fond as she ran one hand through his hair. “What do you want to eat.”

“You.” Remy muttered, smirking even as he averted his eyes. Rogue snorted, one hand moving to cover her mouth as she started laughing.

“Sorry, suga’, wrong meat this week. What do you want to eat for lunch.” Rogue told him after she’d stopped laughing. Remy was smiling as if he’d won some competition, probably a cooking one.

“Burgers sounded good… tacos even better… but a steak…” Remy groaned as he thought about the different options. He could hear Rogue stifle her laughter, and when he looked back over at her, she was smiling brightly.

“Well, Logan did teach me how to grill chicken… and he told me to call him if I wanted to try something…” Rogue was very clearly suggesting that he trust her enough to cook something on the grill, or maybe trying to convince him to have chicken.

“Burgers? On the grill?” Remy asked, “And a salad…” He added as an afterthought, humming as he thought about the possibilities.

“I’ll let you make the salad, I’ll call Logan to walk me through making burgers.” Rogue told him, leaning forward and kissing his temple. Remy smiled at her, watching after her after she’d gotten up and moved to leave the room.

The Start of The Family LeBeau

Summary:

Remy and Rogue are wanting to start a family, but that means Remy has to make a few sacrifices. One of them causes him to, unfortunately, get his period again. But it'll be worth it once it's all over, and he knew it... Doesn't mean he won't sometimes need a little help getting through it.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Trans Remy LeBeau, Start of Periods, mentions of blood, cramping, pain medication

Characters: Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Anna Marie Darkholme (Rogue)

Chapters: 3/?

Words: 3,329

Status: In Progress

Fanfic Links:

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When he woke up, he knew immediately what was going on. His gut was clenching and there was a pain that he hadn’t felt in almost several years. There was a shudder that ran through him as he pushed the blanket off of him and found that… yep. He’d gotten his period, and suddenly he was fighting back tears.

He swallowed back his tears, pushing himself up and making his way towards his dresser. New boxers, a pair of sweatpants, and a sweatshirt. He needed a shower and then he needed to fix the sheets. He set his change of clothes in the attached bathroom before turning and moving to tear the sheets off of the bed, with relief flooding him when he pulled the protector off the bed and found that it hadn’t leaked through the protector. Much easier mess to clean up than the last time.

“Don’t cry, don’t you dare cry.” Remy muttered towards himself as he dumped the mess of blankets and sheets near the door. He needed a shower and then he could start on laundry. The things he’d go through so that they could start a family. He sighed as he got back to the bathroom, turning the shower on and cracking his neck as the last dreads of sleep fell from him. He moved to undress, dropping his clothes to the floor by the door. He slipped past the shower curtain and relaxed under the stream of water.

“Mon dieu,” Remy hummed, letting his eyes close for a few moments. How long had it been since he just let water work its magic and just relaxed in the shower? Well, better late than never, he supposed.

He hated tampons and pads with a passion, Remy decided as he walked out of the bathroom. He was dressed in fresh clothes, a tampon in with a pad as well to catch if he missed when he needed to change his tampon. He dumped his clothes on top of the pile of blankets and sheets, turning and moving to find his brush. He needed to braid his hair and then he could start laundry.

He glanced out the window and realized after a moment that… It was nearly three in the morning. He was in the shower for probably an hour… He sighed, as he grabbed his brush and began working on his hair. Of course, he had bangs that fell in front of his eyes, fine by him of course, but his hair was poking him in the eye. He used his fingers and brushed it off to the side, finding a hair tie and beginning the braid to fall over his shoulder.

“Laundry and then Remy can put new sheets on and go back to sleep.” Remy muttered to himself, turning and grimacing at the pile. “Just get two more things done, then back to sleep.” He told himself, sighing and setting the brush down. Two things to do, and then back to sleep. He forced himself to walk over to the pile and picked it up, making a face and making sure that none of the blood was touching him, or exposed to the air.

He walked through the house, trying his best to ignore the pain in his gut as he walked down into the basement, sighing in relief as he felt the cooler air hit his face. He loved wearing hoodies, but he did overheat from his own body heat sometimes. It was a curse as much as it was a blessing.

“Wonder if Rogue replaced the pain meds down here or if Remy will have to go to the medicine cabinet upstairs…” Remu mused to himself, opening the washer and dropping the sheet and protector sheet into the washer, and his dirty clothes in the hamper beside it. Soap was added and then he set the washer to start. He shut the washer with a satisfied hum, listening to the filling water for a moment.

He pushed himself off the washer when he realized that he was beginning to fall asleep. He moved towards the bathroom, and cheered quietly to himself when he found the pain meds in the basement bathroom, humming happily as he grabbed two tylenol and two ibuprofen. He’d grab some water when he made his way back to bed so that he could actually take them.

He hummed to himself, moving back up and through the house, wondering if he should text Rogue and tell her that he was on his period, or if he should wait for a couple days, let Rogue finish up her latest mission with the X-Men. Maybe he should wait til it was daylight out before making a decision, he mused.

He detoured to the kitchen, humming as he grabbed a water bottle that he’d put together the night before. He’d have to put another one together tomorrow, a day he decided he wouldn’t work out.

Pain meds taken, he hummed as he made his way back upstairs, stopping only once to find a set of spare sheets and then back to his room. Make the bed, and then he could crash on it. His body temperature would keep him warm enough to get through the night in just his sweatpants and hoodie.

He sighed as he saw the bed, rubbing his eyes as he felt himself starting to crash. Panic was out of his system, the shower had done wonders in relaxing him, and the pain meds would take a few minutes to kick in, but once they had, he’d be crashing and just going to sleep.

He started to hum, keeping himself awake as he pulled the pillows, and the few throw blankets that were wrapped up around the blankets that had gotten spared. He opened the spare sheets, bobbing his head lightly as he started to put the sheets on the bed, though he had to go and find a spare protector sheet to go on first.

Sheets on, and the pillows back in place, he grabbed the throw blankets and threw them over top of the pillows, making them a little more comfortable for him to curl up against them. And perfect timing, the pain meds had taken effect, and now he could curl up comfortably in bed.

He sighed in relief as he curled up in bed, quite literally, he was half curled up in a ball, with a bit of his face nuzzled against the blankets.