#dadbit

A little domestic girl dad Remy for you all to enjoy. ❤️

Everytime I draw Gambit cooking I get tempted to throwback to his original cooking outfit from the 90s Christmas episode.

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As this is a character x reader blog this will be light Gambit x Reader where he adopts a son with the reader! Nothing romantic really beyond lil forehead kisses. Kind of came to me in a dream last night lol. Ma Mie (according to a website) is an endearment that means the soft part of bread, apologies for poor French or if this is incorrect! Just thought it was cute.

Content warming: mentions of attempting to have a child, bed wetting, potentially incorrect French, no use of Y/N, fluff!!

Word count: 1,079

Accidents happen

Five years of marriage and you had tried time and time again for children. But for whatever reason, it just wasn’t happening. Many sleepless nights and tears over negative pregnancy tests. Until you and Remy settled on adoption. Well, less settled and more ended up adopting a child.

He’d come to Xavier’s School at the age of 6. A small, frail thing saved from the wreckage of an FOH attack on the Morlock’s train station hideout underground. His parents had perished in the attack and, despite Scott and Jean’s best efforts, they couldn’t find living relatives of the orphaned lad. So Xavier allowed him to stay at the school. Luckily, they knew he was a mutant and would fit right in due to his unnatural orange eye colour and the third eye hidden under his dark hair. However, since the accident, he never spoke. No please or thank yous, no explanations as to his name or anything. No one even knew if he spoke English.

You had taken pity on the poor lad, as did most of the other X-men and students alike. The younger students played with him while the older ones would carry him on their shoulders. But somehow, he was always drawn to you. He would show you his drawings first, he would small and wave at every opportunity and follow you like a shadow when he could. Practically attached at the hip! Gambit was thrilled as were you. So you came up with the name Hugo LeBeau together. Soon enough you three settled into a family routine. But there was a catch. Hugo didn’t interact with Gambit. When Gambit would try to hug Hugo, the little guy would run off or hide behind you. When he tried to ask Hugo a question, Gambit wouldn’t get more than a blank stare or being outright ignored. You could tell it was getting to him. And it all came to a head one night.

You were curled up in bed, enjoying your book. Your ears perked at the pattering of shower water coming to a stop and shuffling in the bathroom. Remy soon stepped out with a heavy sigh. Light steam rolled out of the en-suite with him. He only wore pyjama bottoms to bed now he and you had Hugo to look out for but he still didn’t wear a shirt to bed. His usually bright ruby eyes now seemed dulled and framed by dark circles. He climbed under the covers, taking refuge with his arms around your waist and his head on your chest.

“Chere, do ya think Gambit did some’in’ wrong?” Remy asked in an unusually solemn tone. You dogeared the page and set it aside before wrapping his arms around him.

“What do you mean, love?” You replied.

“Gambit worries he done some’in’ to upset Ma mie. Gambit always gives him the best food n try to support ‘im but he don’ seem to even see me sometimes.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“It’ll take him some time, love. We have no idea what he’s gone through, you know? He does the same to Logan and Scott and they’re not his adopted father like you are.”

Remy glanced up at you, almost slight puppy eyes in his expression.

“You right, chere. Gambit’ll give ‘im as much time as he needs. When he ready, Gambit gonna be the best damn papa there is.”

A giggle escaped your lips.

“I know you will, Remy. Now let’s get some sleep, yeah?”

It was hours after he’d fallen asleep that Remy heard quiet sniffling. A groan escaped him as he glanced at the alarm clock. 3:19 am the clock read. He looked around, rubbing his eyes from sleep as he found out where the sniffling had come from. Hugo stood in the doorway of their bedroom, the hall light illuminating him slightly. Tears fell from his three eyes as he sniffled more.

“Ma mie? What’chu doin’ up?” Remy grumbled sleepily as he sat up. His vision cleared, seeing Hugo sniffling and fidgeting with his pyjama top. Even as he tried to hide it, Remy could see the liquid that seeped through his pyjama trousers. Gambit frowned gently.

“Avez-vous eu un accident?” He asked softly. As Remy got up, he knelt down to Hugo’s level. Hugo flinched as Remy went to pat his head, causing the Cajun to pull away.

“Don’t worry, petite. Papa and you will deal wit’ it together and get’cha clean up ok?”

Hugo sniffled before nodding.

30 minutes later, Gambit had stripped the soiled bed sheets and mattress protector (thank goodness the Professor always insisted each bed had these) and chucked them into the laundry. He gave Hugo a pair of fresh pyjamas and underwear to wear.

“You wanna sleep in our bed tonight, petite?” Gambit asked. Hugo looked contemplative for a moment before slowly nodding. Gambit walked a step or two in front of Hugo, glancing back every so often before stopping outside his door.

“We gotta be quiet though, ok ma mie? We don’t wanna wake maman up. And don’ worry, we can explain it to her in da mornin’” Gambit placed a finger to his own lips in a hushed motion. Hugo followed his example which caused Remy to smile.

Slowly, he pushed the door open. You laid there, still snoring softly and curled up in the duvet. One hand was outstretched to the empty right side of the bed. Remy smiled fondly at the sight, knowing you’d missed him while he was briefly gone. The two boys crawled into the bed slowly, quietly, to ensure you didn’t wake up. But of course, you did.

“Mmmmm… Gambit? What’s going on?” You mumbled sleepily. Remy pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Don’cha worry, chere. Ma mie just wanted to sleep here tonight.” He whispered. Hugo squirmed in between the two of you. You wrapped your arms around Hugo, holding him close before Remy wrapped his arms around the two of you.

“Night you two… Love you.” You mumbled, settling in and feeling sleep take over again until a small noise made your eyes snap open.

“Thank you, papa.” Came a small, timid voice from Hugo.

That being said, he's not gonna let his little one get away important things. He can overlook the small stuff (and even encourage it sometimes cause it's Remy, let's be honest) but he raises his kid right.

-he lets his kid braid his hair

-he’s his kid’s biggest supporter and defender

-remy hides his hurt whether it be emotional or physical, when his kid does the same he tells them that they shouldn’t be doing that while the kid says “but you do it”, which made remy realize he needs to stop doing it to set an example

-👏dad👏bod👏gambit

-this is from the headcanon I have of the kid making him homemade playing cards, remy will use these cards everytime he plays with his kid and as the kid gets older they want to use regular playing cards

“Dad please let’s use regular play cards I don’t even know what this is (card with a drawing of a mermaid)”

“But ya made these for me😢”

♥️💯♥️💯 I Love these, your take on gambit is so cute, an i love how you draw him.

I go in order 🕺an i go crazy

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid? 

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?  

More doodles for the day,, and Habit with beauty marks 👀👀💕👌 yes please,