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ｖｏｌｅｕｒｃｉｎｅｔｉｑｕｅ ~ An Indie, low energy and activity, highly selective, & Private  Single-Muse  featuring Remy LeBeau {Gambit} from Marvel's X-Men and other Marvel media. Canon and Fanon Divergent & Headcanon Based. Multiship & Multiverse friendly. written by E  (she/her, 30). Triggers are not tagged. Interact at your own risk!

"A castaway, an imposter Pay for the sins of the father this way Eyes like a ravenous monster By light of dawn, something wicked this way comes"

I'm sorry, can I just… loot the body?

[name] I think you're good now, I think- I think you're good now… you're just embarrassing yourself.

Do you know how to use a door…?

Why are you in my bed…?

Would you like a purple wig?

What the fuck?! I'm on a weird drug trip!

I mean this is a scary banshee. How much scary…ness has… health?

What do you mean? We found the kids. They're dead!

I swear to god, I will turn this horse around!

When you say something bad to your friends, what do you say?

You are so losing your job, [name].

I accidentally tripped and fell… And now I'm dead.

The pigeon knows all!

We're on a field trip from the mental asylum.

Get out of the fucking bar, fucks sake.

So, we were tryna find this guy. Forgotten why.

Are you speaking french?! Who is WE??

The tax bracket is speaking here. The tax bracket is speaking!

[Name] told me I couldn't kill anyone…

LISTEN HERE TAX BRACKET. I WON'T HEAR IT FROM YOU!

Heyyy [name], what'ch doin? Don't think I didn't seeee you.

Hmmmm, those are faancy handcuffs.

No stab!

Surely you should ask for details before getting into illegal activities…

Remy's smile died some as he looked down to the blonde racoon in his hands. His brows furrowing as he sniffed. Sure, Tater didn't smell like a bed of roses, but he didn't think he smelled as bad as the lawyer was implying. The mutant frowned, readjusted the squirming animal in his grip. "Well, dat is jus' how he smells." His voice seemed uncertain, defensive for the creature in his arms. "Ah don' t'ink he's gonna enjoy Gambit givin' 'im ah bath." He wasn't even sure where he would start in that.

Maybe he could stand in the shower with his suit on, shielding him from the claws, and lather the furry fellow up that way? Might be his best option considering he most definitely wasn't current on his vaccines and he was sure Hank would be more than displeased with him if he came back with rabies or something of the sort. "Finnneeeee." The Cajun groaned, throwing his head back dramatically before walking around Matt towards the front door. "Imma get him all smellin' nice and fresh for yer sensitive sniffer."

Jean leaned into his chair. His eyes pinned on Remy with a small grin. When was the last time he saw Remy aside from kicking him from the guild? He couldn't remember. He got up from the chair and spread his arms apart in a welcoming gesture." Remy. Mon Fils." No doubt this was confusing for Remy to see his father welcoming him. But here he was doing it.

"Welcome home." His thick accent shared his calm sence of joy as he gave Remy a hug then placed his hands on his shoulders to get a better look at him. Mutant or not he was his damn son and no one could take that fact away. Strong, independent. He never showed any contempt. Sure they fought as any person would with family. But he was the heir to the Thieves Guild.

Remy remained standing, eyes watching Jean quietly. Nervously really. Not really a fearful sort of nervous, but more of a 'I don't really know how to react' sort of nervous. His lips parted to speak, but then pressed together into a thin line, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Ah....yeah...home." The younger man repeated, hugging his father back. His hand gently patting him on the back. His eyes closed slightly as he inhaled the man's scent. He smelled like his childhood, it wasn't completely a welcoming walk down memory lane. Though he seemed to grab hold of his emotions, plastering on his usual upbeat demeanor. A wide playful smile spreading across his features.

Though the comment about Rouge caused him to flinch. But he managed to keep the smile, it strained at the corners. He took the glass, eyes glancing down at the dark red wine, his reflection staring back at him. What a fool. "Non, dat didn' really work out as ah planned." He spoke, taking a large drink hoping the alcohol would iron out his nerves he was trying very hard to hide. "Let's just say... we wanted different t'ings in life. Ah respect dat." A lie. He really didn't want to get into why they parted really.

He couldn't even tell it to his father.

Oh, yeah so I got a whole bunch of people killed and she found out by kissing me. So she left me for dead in Antarctica.

"Good deal from ah friend?" A laugh, "Don' pull mah leg. Ya stole it. Ah would have too, no lie." He said finally perching himself on an arm of a chair. "What 'bout you, père. How have ya been, hm?"

Remy blinked, taken aback slightly but the comment of being an organic being, but he recovered quickly. "Ah, so yer quite older dan Gambit, non? No shame in dat. Means ya got a whole lotta knowledge he doesn't posses, non?" He spoke, the cards finding their way back into a deck resting in the palm of his gloved hand. "Why, Jean-Luc, my père, is much older dan he looks." He smiled, "Why ah must admit, ya do look much better dan him. Beautiful if ah do say so myself."

Having had to watch Remy slowly turn into a monster had been heart wrenching, but it wasn't like he could have done anything about it aside be there for the Cajun during the times where he struggled the hardest. James simply stood there, a saddened look in his eyes that he rarely ever let through as brown eyes met glowing reds. He knew the other was still in there, still struggling, needing help, but what he was stumped on was how he could help him. A sigh fell from the soldier's lips at those words, knowing fully well that he was indeed making it worse with what he had said.

So when the redhead took a step forward, the brown haired man didn't move, stayed exactly where he stood as brows furrowed. Death wasn't something he was afraid of, what he was afraid of was losing Remy out of this. He exhaled, releasing some tension from his body as he lowered his head for a moment, debating how to approach what was coming. He could wrestle him - but with the enhancements from the eye, James wasn't even sure how long he could last anymore.

Ribs expanded and shrunk as the mutant panted, eyes glowing and locked onto James as he spoke. Pupils blown wide, head tilting to the side as he registered the words in his fogged mind. His instincts, no, not his instincts, the fucking eye urged him forward. To act. But the man still within him held onto the reigns. If only barely. "You'll wrestle me?" He spoke, eyes narrowing to slits. The glow intensified as he let off a deep laugh. A huff of air really. The thought made him want to laugh, but again, he held back, hands curling into fists. Claws digging painfully into his palms.

Remy's will was cracking. He was losing the tug of world within his mind.

"Ah'm not stronger..." Gambit admitted, voice quiet with a slight growl. "If ah was stronger, den ah'd been able ta give it back to de dragon whom owned it before I." Another step forward, boots clicking against the ground as he drew yet another step. "Do it... fight me, Barnes." He inclined his head, smiling, but it was wrong. All teeth and no fondness. He was poking the bear.

However, beneath it, it was a cry for help. Remy begging for some sort of way to gain control again. "Come on! Yer ah soldier. Show Gambit! Or have ya gotten too soft, eh?" His wings expanded, hand pulling out a fan of cards, glowing a darker magenta than normal. "Do it! Now!"