Gambling (Remy LeBeau X Reader) One-Shot

You jumped, startled when his Bo staff made its way in front of you, blocking your path.

"Hello there." 

You rolled your eyes.

"Not now, Remy." You scolded half-heartedly. He pouted playfully. "And stop using your charm! You know it only works when the person doesn't know and, trust me, I know it well enough." Sometimes you wondered if the charm trully worked like that. Often you caught yourself staring at him for no good reason, but you figured it was because you were attracted to him. After all, he wasn't such a bad sight for the eyes and his company was enjoyable.

"Why not?"

You showed the books on your arms and raised your brows to emphasize your point.

"I'm kinda busy, you know."

Remy sighed. "Sometimes you make me miss the old times."

You narrowed at him. "Remy..."

"You know I prefer when you call me Gambit."

You rolled your eyes. "Gambit, if you're refering to your thief time, than you beter take back what you just said. I won't tolerate you mentioning that again."

He smirked, stepping closer and you got lost into his red eyes. "Not exactly the theft. It's more about what came with it. And gambling. I always miss gambling."

"Really? And what came with it?" You questioned, kicking his Bo staff and making him stumble for a mere second. You grinned and kept walking.

"Oh, you know. The basics. Money, the thrill..." Remy paused and you thought it was all he could think about, but the word that slipped through his lips next made you stop on your tracks. "Women." You breath hitched and you quickly hid your pained expression. He missed the women. You turned back and glared at him.

"Seriously?"

"What's wrong? Are you jealous, chérie?"

You ignore his question and focused on something else instead. Something that only increased your attraction towards the man.

"Do you speak french?" You tilted your head, genuinely curious. "I mean... I know you're name is french and everything. But..."

"What if I do?"

"You're right. It doesn't matter." You shrugged. Remy chuckled.

"I told you my story. The clan LeBeau let me in when I was young and, even though they lived in New Orleans, french still was used. They called me Le Diable Blanc." You shivered when the french words left his mouth. "Are you alright?" He asked, looking slightly concerned.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine. Perfect. Why are you asking?" You stumbled with your words, afraid you might have given away your weakness. You loved french, the words were so beautiful and soft as silk. It usually made your legs weak, but you put your efforts on standing properly. 

"Aimez-vous quand je parle français?"

You clenched your jaw and blankly stared at him. "I don't really know what you just said, just something about speaking french..."

He smirked and that was when you realized he knew it. Danmit.

"You would be a great addition to our family. The name fits you. Do you know what does Beau means?"

"N-no." You hugged the books tight to your chest.

"Beautiful." He whispered. You felt your cheeks growing warm and trailled your eyes to the floor. "Vous êtes belle."

You growled.

"Quel est le problème?"

"Stop it, Remy. I got it. You can speak french. Whatever." You finally spoke, turning on your heels and, once more, trying to walk away.

"No. We're not done yet." 

"You seriously need to stop using that stick to stop me. Or I'll break it while you sleep!" You threatened looking down at the Bo staff that blocked your way.

"You haven't answer my question yet."

"What question?"

"Were you jealous?" Remy asked, lowering the staff.

"Why would I?"

"You tell me."

"God! You're impossible!" You grunted, resting your book on one arm, while you used your free hand to rub your tired eyes.  "I refuse to answer that."

Remy leaned towards you. "That was answer enough for me."

"Go to he..." He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours, smirking wickedly. In shock, you froze and  your eyes widened, the books slipping from your grasp directly onto your right foot. You shoved him away.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch." You repeated, jumping on your good foot. "What the hell was that?!" You angrily shouted. Remy shook his head, laughing at your chilldish behavior.

"I doubt you don't know what a kiss is. Do I need to show you again?" He neared you once more. You quickly limped back.

"No!" You coldly stated, your hands on his chest to stop him. He shrugged and stepped beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist."What do you think you're doing?"

"Helping you, mon amour." He promply answered, making you blush. Remy chukled when he spotted your red cheeks.

"I can walk." You mumbled, feeling frustrated.

"I know you do, but if we pretend something more severe happened you won't need to finish whatever it was you were doing." Remy pointed to the books and you glanced at him incredulously.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because then we could do something more entertaining like playing cards... maybe kissing some more." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and you couldn't help but giggle.

"C'mon, Remy. You know I can't skip this. Even if I could, the Professor would catch us." You whispered the last part, like if that could prevent the spoken man from hearing you, which was highly doubtfull.

"Sometimed you forget my body is constantly generanting energy, which means static interference in the air. I'm immune to telepaths. And so are you while you're around me."

"That could be useful."

"It is." Remy stated, grinning down at you. "So... what do you say?"

You pretended to think about it for some time.

"I say... you should stop complaining about your life!" You smacked his arms with your fist weakly and winked at him. "But yes, I think we could even do some gambling."

"You're right. I have you, don't I?" He pulled you flush against his side and started walking. "What are we gambling?" Remy questioned as he lead you to the cards room.

"If you win... you get a kiss. A real one."

"What about you?"

"Oh. Don't worry about me. I'll think about something."








~ Bonus Ending ~


"I won!" You cheered happily.

"You cheated!" He accused. You smirked.

"Do you have any proof?"

"I saw it!"

"A physical prove."

He growled. "That's not fair."

"Life is not fair, hun."

Remy sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back on his chair.

"Don't you wanna no what I get?" You got up, slowly making your way towards him.

"Actually... no." He stated, afraid of what you might been thinking.

You soflty kissed his lips, making his eyes fly open, but he soon recovered and replied with as much passion as you did. Remy smirked when you broke for air.

"The same as me?" He quirked a brow.

"Oh, no. That was just the warming-up. I'm getting much more than that." You said, taking his hand and pulling him up.