Sunny Days And Tag

Sunny Days and Tag

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Title: Sunny Days and Tag

Fandom: X-Men

Disclaimer: All rights reserved to the Creators of X-Men. This fanfiction and it's OCs on the other hand are entirely mine.

Tags: Fluff, Family, Slice of Life, Games,

Main Pairing: Remy LeBeau/Rogue, Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Jubilee & The X-Men

X-men Characters: Jubilee, Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Rogue, Wolverine, Morph, Jean Grey, Scott Summers (Cyclops)

Summary:

“Come on Remy, win and you’ll get something good.” Rogue called out, with a tone that Jubilee knew to avoid… especially on poker nights. That got Gambit’s attention pretty quick, and Jubilee really didn’t want to know what Rogue was promising. Just that Gambit wasn’t playing it so dangerous anymore.

“A good night, Rogue?” Jean teased, and Jubilee quickly covered her ears, and a glance told her that Cyclops was too, with slightly wide eyes. Jean simply laughed at him before whispering in his ear. Jubilee really really didn’t want to know. So she went back to watching the game.

Gambit just had to evade Wolverine for twenty minutes. Twenty minutes and then he wins. However, Wolverine was quick when he wanted to be, and messing with Gambit was his perfect fun.

--- Beginning of Fic ---

Jubilee snickered from where she was curled up on a lawn chair under an umbrella. It was a relatively warm day, and they were all outside enjoying the nice day, and the only day off from training or missions they’d had in a while… Of course Gambit had needed to exert energy and had started a game of tag with Wolverine.

“Come on suga’, I thought you were quicker than that?” Rogue called out, smirking as Gambit paused just long enough for them to see his affronted expression. Jubilee laughed lightly as Gambit’s moment of pause caused him to be tackled by Wolverine who now wore an expression of smugness.

“That was unfair, mon ami.” Gambit groaned, pushing himself up as Wolverine got up himself.

“How was that unfair Gumbo?” Wolverine muttered as Gambit got to standing. They’d been going back and forth for the better part of an hour now, and Jubilee had to wonder just how many bruises Gambit was going to get before he conceded that Wolverine was quicker than he was.

“Rogue distracted me.” Gambit tried, but by the sheepish smile that had crept up showed that he knew he wasn’t going to win. “Again, mon ami?”

“You sure you can handle another loss?” Jubilee called out, getting her own look of offense.

“I’m offended, petite, you don’t think ol’ Gambit can win?”

“You haven’t yet.” Jubilee called back, smiling at Jean who walked past her and handed her a drink. “Thanks Jean!” She was quick to open the can, a smile on her face as she noticed Morph sneaking his way towards Wolverine and Gambit… or towards Gambit, now that Wolverine decided to look back and not tell the Cajun what was approaching.

“I don’t think he can handle the bruises, in all honesty.” Rogue hummed, taking a sip of a drink that Jean had brought her as well. Jubilee smiled at Rogue, trying her hardest not to laugh. She, along with Rogue, lost that particular battle when Morph grabbed Gambit’s shoulders and proceeded to scream as loud as he could.

“Not funny!” Gambit exclaimed loudly… From the ground to which he’d fallen from the scare and shock.

“Sorry suga’,” Rogue giggled, snorting as she set her drink down. She was trying to calm down, but with Jubilee laughing beside her, it took quite a bit of effort. Even Cyclops and Jean were snickering to some degree, and Wolverine was smirking in amusement.

“Okay, one more game.” Wolverine must have taken pity on Gambit, who was pouting at everyone laughing at his apparent misery, even Morph had lost his own battle of wanting to stay silent as he joined the bigger group. “Unless you don’t think you can handle another round?”

“Oui, Gambit can handle another game, mon ami.” Gambit also looked offended at the doubt that he couldn’t.

“He’s going to regret that, isn’t he?” Jubilee asked, tilting her head as she finally started to calm down.

“Oh most definitely.” Rogue responded, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes as she watched after the game. It was definitely a high stakes game, Wolverine and Gambit must have made a bet or wager when Jubilee wasn’t paying attention, because the two were going at this game like they were in battle against sentinels.

“Oh, high stakes today?” Jean hummed, also watching the game with almost rapt attention.

“What did they wager?” Jubilee asked, glancing over as she took a drink of her soda. She was getting a little warm, and she wondered about taking her jacket off and using it to wrap around behind her.

“I’m… not quite sure.” Jean answered, glancing towards her before back at the game. Most of the team was quiet, watching with their full attention, unless they were making small comments about the round.

Tag was always a little terrifying when you watched Gambit and Wolverine play, something about Wolverine's instincts and Gambit liking the feel of being in danger, or something like that. Jubilee wasn’t entirely sure what it was about playing tag with Wolverine, having done it once herself, she found she wasn’t entirely willing to do so again.

Gambit played near daily with Wolverine. Twice if they had training assigned together.

Jubilee found herself waiting in suspense as she leaned forward. Gambit liked playing dangerous when he knew he was safe, she remembered; Barely escaping Wolverine’s grabs and lunges, even a few swipes with his claws when Wolverine would get particularly annoyed by Gambit escaping him.

“Come on Remy, win and you’ll get something good.” Rogue called out, with a tone that Jubilee knew to avoid… especially on poker nights. That got Gambit’s attention pretty quick, and Jubilee really didn’t want to know what Rogue was promising. Just that Gambit wasn’t playing it so dangerous anymore.

“A good night, Rogue?” Jean teased, and Jubilee quickly covered her ears, and a glance told her that Cyclops was too, with slightly wide eyes. Jean simply laughed at him before whispering in his ear. Jubilee really really didn’t want to know. So she went back to watching the game.

Gambit just had to evade Wolverine for twenty minutes. Twenty minutes and then he wins. However, Wolverine was quick when he wanted to be, and messing with Gambit was his perfect fun.

“Come on Gambit,” Jubilee murmured, she barely realized she was sitting at the edge of her seat.

“Suga’, you need to lean back a little, you’re going to get sunburned.” Rogue murmured, leaning forward and tapping on the sleeve of Jubilee’s jacket. Jubilee blinked, sitting straight up and turning towards her. She glanced up and realized that she had moved out from under the umbrella.

She smiled as she moved back again, curling up once more and watching the game. Gambit ducked under a wide swipe of Wolverine’s claws, laughing about something that he’d said, and jumping backwards before Wolverine had the chance to turn around to try and grab him again.

“Gambit’s gonna win, Jubilee,” Rogue said decidedly. “He’s got this.”

“For whatever you must have promised him? I don’t doubt that.” Jubilee responded, cupping her hands around her can and taking a sip, humming with a tilt of her head. Rogue merely laughed, another twinkle in her eyes as she mimicked Jubilee.

Another five minutes went by in silence before Gambit scurried up a tree, a particularly large one that had let Gambit up much quicker than it was letting Wolverine up.

The cheer when an alarm sounded had the rest of the team cheering.

“Gambit won!” Jubilee cheered, jumping up, and barely managing to avoid spilling her drink as Wolverine and Gambit dropped down from the tree, one looking less smug than earlier and the other looking proud of himself. Red on black eyes dancing with pride as Rogue jumped up, her drink set on the glass side table that was pulled out for the girls.

“How was that, chère?” Gambit asked, “Petite?” Gambit looked at Jubilee, who stuck her tongue out at him with a smile.

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Morph x Logan fans come get your food. The creator of 97 just explicity confirmed Morph has romantic feelings for Logan.

Catboy Gambit Brainrot

Gambit glared at the mirror with his, now, cat-like eyes that were narrowed into slits. The tail that was now attached to him was flicking in agitation behind him. He was uncomfortable, he was upset, and there was a low growling like noise rumbling through his chest. He didn’t quite know what had happened, other than he woke up in pain and now he was… he was part cat.

Gambit wanted to cry.

Don’t get him wrong, Gambit loved cats. He owned three cats too, and they were curled up at the end of the bed together; a black cat with white paws, a light gray cat, and an orange tabby. But that didn’t mean he wanted to be a cat.

That… and he could semi understand what his cats were saying. They were purring with one another in a cuddle pile. They were talking a little about Rogue, they were talking about him and about checking on him to see if he was okay, and they were talking something about Wolverine having snuck out of the house.

Gambit took a deep breath, glancing down at his hands and finding his hands flexing. His nails were sharper than he normally kept them, and a little longer than how he had them the night before. Biting his nails was a terrible habit that he had yet to break… in private. He could taste a little blood in his mouth from when he bit the inside of his cheek and had found out, the hard way, that his teeth were extremely sharp now.

Snippet of something I'm working on, I blame @a-roguish-gambit (sorry for the tag? I can edit the tag out if you are uncomfortable with being tagged)

Also, can anyone give me advice on how to write X-Men characters? I'm still very much learning.

This headline gives comic ROMY vibes so bad. LOL

Dances and Conversations (With Hopeful Futures)

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Title: Dances and Conversations (With Hopeful Futures)

Fandom: Avengers

Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Stan Lee. Aside from the Norse Gods, which belong to their Mythologies. This Fanfiction and its OCs on the other hand are entirely mine.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Engagements, Talks of the Future,

Main Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/Vision

Avengers Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Vision

Summary:

“No, no, it’s alright. Admittedly, I could try more to reach out to him or find him, but…” Wanda sighed, grabbing her key ring and reaching to unlock the door. There was a tiny picture frame attached to her keyring, and it made her pause. It was a picture of her and Pietro, with Vision in the background holding Nathaniel, Clint’s youngest son, in confusion. She smiled as she unlocked the door and let the both of them inside.

Vision followed her inside, carefully slipping his shoes off as the door shut behind them. She slipped off her jacket, hanging it up on the front door, a hook placed nicely over the peephole for her jacket. She slipped her shoes off and felt any remaining tension slip away as Vision hugged her, a smile falling into place as she hugged him back.

It almost felt like an assurance that she still had Vision.

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Wanda smiled a soft smile as Vision offered his hand towards her. There was music playing in the background, a restaurant that had an area for dancing for teens or couples on a date. She didn’t know the song that was playing, but Vision seemed to recognize it enough. There was a smirk forming on his expression.

“Dance with me?” Vision asked, a smile on his illusioned face. He never felt the need to hide from her, but they were easily overlooked when Vision hid himself when they were out on dates. The one time that he hadn’t… they were gawked at and watched with distrustful eyes, so she understood his need for it.

Didn’t mean that they would need it later, when they were back at her apartment… Hopefully back at her apartment that night.

“Okay, let’s dance.” Wanda smiled brighter, letting Vision pull her from their table and towards the dance floor near the back of the restaurant. Vision spun her, which startled a laugh out of her as she ended up facing him, one hand resting on his upper arm, and the other held gently by his own hand. His free hand rested on her waist as he sheepishly smiled at her. “How long have you been waiting for that one?” She asked.

“Admittedly, a little while.” Vision huffed, spinning her and taking a side step and twirling the two of them. Wanda smiled and rested her head on his chest, letting him direct their movements. She wasn’t much of a dancer herself, but Vision seemed to love pulling her into small dances, getting her used to dancing to at least a few dances that he knew off the top of his head.

She giggled lightly, the smile on her face never once slipping even a fraction.

There was something about indulging a partner in one of their hobbies, like he did with her cooking. She could handle dancing for the most of an hour, because seeing him so happy made her glow with pride. Almost literally, she noted when a soft red mist sparked off her right hand. She was quick to catch that small burst of power that rushed through her.

“What are your plans tonight?” Wanda asked, lightly swinging their hands in between them. Their date had gone wonderfully, and Wanda didn’t want the night to end, not yet, when there was still so much time that Wanda wanted to spend with Vision. Their meetups and dates were so far apart that some days, it felt like the separation would kill her; So they’d taken a walk through a nearby park.

“I…” Vision paused, thinking to himself as they walked. Wanda wasn’t looking at him, more towards the ground, so she couldn’t see his expression. “I was wondering if you would like to have me over.” Wanda’s head snapped up quickly, hope in her eyes.

“I would love nothing more.” She would love to hear from her brother more than once a month, but that was more her and her brother’s issue. She smiled brightly at him, and she could see Vision relax. He brought their hands up, kissing her knuckle with a mischievous smile before letting them drop again. Wanda picked up on swinging them back and forth once more.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Vision told her truthfully. “I… wanted to talk with you about something important.” Wanda felt a rush of nerves, but knew that with Vision it could only be about clarifying something. That was something she had learned early on in their relationship, which had been a breath of fresh air.

“Alright.” She smiled at him reassuringly. They walked the ten minute walk back towards her apartment in easy silence. The fresh air doing much to clear any extra nerves Wanda might have been feeling, a gentle breeze pushing away any extra heat that was still permeating the air from the recent heat wave.

“Have you heard from your brother recently?” Vision asked her as they reached the apartment building.

“No, not recently.” Wanda sighed, a frown appearing on her face momentarily. Their shared birthday was approaching and it was making her anxious that she’d barely heard from her brother in the last year, much less seen him. And now it was possible that she would experience her birthday without her brother around.

“I’m… sorry, I thought he would have reached out to you?” Vision seemed confused, and Wanda smiled, though she knew it looked more like a grimace. “I’m sorry to have brought that up.”

“No, no, it’s alright. Admittedly, I could try more to reach out to him or find him, but…” Wanda sighed, grabbing her key ring and reaching to unlock the door. There was a tiny picture frame attached to her keyring, and it made her pause. It was a picture of her and Pietro, with Vision in the background holding Nathaniel, Clint’s youngest son, in confusion. She smiled as she unlocked the door and let the both of them inside.

She felt herself relax as she passed through the door.

Call her crazy, but she felt safer in her home than being just outside of it or anywhere else. Everywhere else she felt watched and she felt judged.

Vision followed her inside, carefully slipping his shoes off as the door shut behind them. She slipped off her jacket, hanging it up on the front door, a hook placed nicely over the peephole for her jacket. She slipped her shoes off and felt any remaining tension slip away as Vision hugged her, a smile falling into place as she hugged him back.

It almost felt like an assurance that she still had Vision.

He took his own jacket off, hanging it up on the matching hook next to the one holding Wanda’s jacket.

“Living room?” Wanda asked, tilting her head as she watched Vision’s reactions. He tilted his head and nodded.

“Wherever is most comfortable.” His voice was smooth, no hints at all to any nervousness.

“I mean, my room is the most comfortable, but that might lead to some things that I don’t think you were aiming for.” Wanda tried for a light hearted comment, amusement running through her at the red that appeared on Vision’s illusioned face.

“Not… Not tonight, Wanda. Maybe.” Wanda perked up at Vision’s words, eyes lighting up almost playfully. “Shall we sit down and talk?”

“Would you like some water? Even if you aren’t thirsty now, I know that when I get nervous or I need something to just do, having water helps.” Wanda offered, already making her way towards the cupboard with her glasses. She preferred drinking water during conversations, to keep up her hydration, otherwise she forgot. Natasha and Clint had seemed amused by the embarrassed admission Wanda had told them, but it did help her quite a bit.

“Sure, that sounds like a good idea.” Vision nodded, and so Wanda brought down two glasses, and used a bit of her enhancement to open the fridge and grab the pitcher full of water. Another thing she did was add fresh fruit, in some way, to her water to give it a little flavor.

“Any ice?”

“No, thank you, Wanda.” Vision sounded amused, while Wanda felt a little bit embarrassed. She hadn’t had anyone over in nearly three months, which was the last time she’d seen Natasha, who’d come to see how she was. She filled the two glasses before sending the pitcher back into the fridge, and closing it. The red died down around her as she picked up the two cups and walked towards the living room, where Vision was sitting comfortably on the couch.

Wanda wished that he would stay, just so that she could forever have him home with her. She quite liked the image of him being on the couch so comfortably, and wanted more moments like that. She stepped around the couch, setting both cups on the coffee table, and sat down next to Vision. There was still enough space between them to be comfortable but not awkward. If this was a serious discussion, she couldn’t really be pressed against his side like he was about to disappear on her.

“Now, I… I feel terrible during the time that we are not with one another.” Vision started, coughing a little awkwardly when his words processed through his own mind.

“I do as well,” Wanda admitted. “I hate that you won’t stay, even if it’s for my protection.” Wanda rolled her eyes. She was very much capable and able to protect herself, however Vision was as protective of her as she was of him. Her stint of being in The Raft had only made that stronger for the android, however. Which was fair, she’d been pretty messed up after she’d been saved. Clint nearly went mental when he saw the burns from the shock collar.

She still hadn’t told Pietro about that.

“I’m beginning to also regret my reasoning.” Vision admitted, sighing a little as he fidgeted a little. It was such a human thing to see from someone who was normally much more self assured. He literally had the internet in his mind, could search up anything with a tilt of his head, he was typically always right.

But he also underestimated people and humanity in small and little ways… and sometimes in massive ways.

“You’ll stay?” Wanda processed what he’d said, eyes lighting up with hope as she moved to sit a bit straighter and turned to face him a bit more properly.

“I’m staying, if you’ll have me.” Vision told her, a smile on his face. Wanda felt ecstatic.

“Of course I will, though I only have the one room…” She smiled a little as Vision flushed a little once more. That was something that he struggled with, people being in bed together before they’re married, even if it was only sleeping. He had adopted a more Christian mindset to religion, even if he was not human.

“That is fine, because that brings up the next thing I wanted to mention, or talk about…” Vision seemed a little embarrassed, and found himself surprised that he was still illusioned, which he promptly changed. She smiled as he looked much more comfortable. “I would like to marry you, Wanda Maximoff.” Wanda felt surprise rush through her, eyes widening as she froze.

“Really?” Wanda asked, “You’re serious?”

“Of course I am.” Vision told her, moving to sit more firmly in front of her, reaching out carefully and grabbing her hands in his own. “I am in love with you, Wanda Maximoff. I love you, and I forever will, nothing will ever change that, and my love only grows stronger every moment that I am with you.” His voice was nothing but honesty. “I want to marry you, but only if you want to marry me.”

“Vision, I would love nothing more than to marry you.” Wanda told him, tears welling up in her eyes. His expression softened, and he gently pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her as she wrapped hers around him.

They curled up on the couch a little, with Vision letting Wanda use him as a pillow. It was quiet for a while. Wanda processing that Vision wanted to marry her, something that she had once thought she never would have wanted, but now she couldn’t imagine anything else…

Well…

“What about… having kids?” Wanda asked quietly, her eyes locked on a corner of the room as Vision tensed a little beneath her. “After we’re married or something, or when we feel that we are ready for kids… if that’s even possible.” Wanda didn’t even know if Vision could have children. He was an android, which means that he doesn’t have DNA… but the Dr. Cho… Helen Cho, had a machine that made genetics which is what had created Vision…

Was it possible?

“I would love to one day have children with you,” Vision murmured, kissing her temple. “Whether that be now, in one year, five or even ten.” He told her, and Wanda felt like she wanted to cry for an entirely different reason now. She hid her face against his chest, feeling safe as Vision kept his arms wrapped around.

“Bed? You’ll stay tonight right?” She knew that he was staying elsewhere, typically, and had things he’d want to go get… but that didn’t need to be right now, did it?

“Of course.” Vision told her, rubbing her back gently.

They didn’t move for a while, but eventually, Wanda and Vision did get up, with Wanda pouting at the water sitting on the coffee table. Their discussion had been too quick, and neither of them had actually tried to drink any water. They agreed too quickly on topics that most would need lengthy discussions on. She put both glasses in the fridge before both Vision and Wanda made it into the bedroom, just off from the living room and across a small hall to the bathroom.

She did have some clothes for him, since there were occasional nights in the last two, nearly three, years that Vision had stayed over. He’d needed something to sleep in and wear the next day.

They both changed quickly, and curled up in bed, with Vision wrapping his arms around her in a way that felt protective.

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