Hurtin'

Title: Hurtin’

Fandom: X-men TAS/X-men 97

Rating: Teen+

Warnings and major tags: Talk of self harm, mental hospital (talk of), swearing, hurt/comfort,

Relationship(s): Gambit X GN!Reader

Summary: Reader gets home from the mental hospital and Gambit is there to greet and comfort them. Gambit was the one who discovered them hurting themselves and wants to be there for them.

Notes: Hey guys, gals, and NB pals! Hope you are doing good. I am not doing great at the moment. But what can you do? Life moves on. I recently got out of the mental hospital as I needed some help. So I wanted to write this work as a comfort piece for myself. Let me know if you want a part two where the reader talks with him about her stay at the hospital.

Word count: 431

Work:

You stood outside the mansion and took a deep breath. The others were expecting you home and would worry if you didn’t show up. You just needed one more breath of fresh air. You close your eyes and take one last deep breath, letting the air fill up your lungs. You exhale and open your eyes, moving your hand to the door handle. You turn the handle as slowly as your body allows you to and drag open the door. At the threshold you see two feet in silver boots.

You know it is Gambit before dragging your eyes up his body and to his face. He had a genuine smile on his face as if he were happy to see you. But you don’t understand how he could be. Not after the way he found you a week and a half ago. Last time you saw him you were having a breakdown. Scratching at your arms until you bled and cursing and hissing at him that you hate him as he called the professor and 911.

He stepped aside so you could walk in but you stayed planted to the front steps.

“Hey, Chere,” Gambit said softly, “How are you holdin’ up?”

You switched hands that held the paper bag with your change of clothes and pajamas.

“You’re not…You’re not mad?” You were barely audible, but he heard you as if you were shouting.

“Now, Y/N, why would I be mad at you?” He took the bag from you and guided you up into the house.

“Because of what I said. What I did.”

“You weren’t you in that moment, you were hurtin’”

“But.” you sighed, “you should hate me.”

He put your bag down next to the table in the foyer. And next thing you knew his arms were around you, enveloping you in a smothering hug.

“I could never hate you, Chere. Especially not now. You needed help is all. You didn’t see it at the time, but you needed help.”

You could feel your tears seep into his shirt.

“Remy, I’m sorry,” you said with a muffled voice.

“There is nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout, Y/N. I was worried ‘cause I love you. I want to help you get through this. But I’m not sorry for calling Xavier or the rescue. You needed them.”

“Thank you” You sobbed into his chest.

He held you like that for what seemed like forever. Then when he broke the hug, he looked to you and smiled.

“Follow me to the kitchen, I have warm beignets with your name on them!”