Okidokey, I have a gerbil! Yey! I'm trying to decide whether to call it
Remy, Nightcrawler or Kurt. hmm.
Remy: y'gonna name y'gerbil after me chere? Great, now Remy is a gerbil *mutters*
Starlight: Quiet you, he's a cute gerbil anyway, and I might not name him after you.
Remy: Anyway, stop talkin' 'bout y'gerbil and get on wit' de story, dey ain't gonna stick around to read it if you waffle too much.
Starlight: Ok, ok. Here you are:
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the X-men or Gambit, but I do own my gerbil Remy: Enough wit' de gerbil chere! Starlight: oooooh! If I call my gerbil Remy I can say I own you!! Remy: Oh god, sorry 'bout dis folks, one moment please. *sounds of a scuffle* Starlight: Right, *glares at Remy* on with the story.
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After dinner, Remy headed back up to his room and sat down on the bed, nobody had made any comments about his eyes, a few people had stared at them a bit, or done double takes, but they'd tried not to. Remy felt welcome and he was beginning to feel a bit better, finally finding somewhere he could be accepted.
There was a knock on the door, he went to open it, expecting it to be Jean coming to check on him, but it was Kurt. Remy smiled at the younger boy, wondering what he wanted, to Remy's surprise Kurt was looking fairly nervous.
"Can I come in?" Kurt asked, Remy nodded and stood aside to let him in, noticing that his tail was flicking back and forth anxiously like it was when they first met.
"What d'ya want chere?" he looked a little nervous, the 'chere' had just slipped out, but he felt nothing but caring for the shy boy that stood opposite him. He'd only known him a few days but he'd already worked out that Kurt hid a lot from his team-mates, he kept the mask up well, a joking, cheerful face, like he hadn't a care in the world. But Remy could see that every now and again that mask slipped, he was cheerful and friendly, once he got to know people, once he was absolutely sure they had got past his demon image. But before that he was shy, nervous and he tried too hard, desperate for people to like him.
Kurt realised they had stood staring at each other for about 5 minutes now without saying anything and blushed "Uh.just came to say hallo, see how you vere." he muttered. Remy could see that wasn't all, but he didn't want to embarrass Kurt so kept quiet.
"I'm doin' good t'anks chere." He said with a smile.
"Oh.good. Do you vant to come down to the rec-room with me? Ve're all going to vatch a film, dunno vhat." Kurt asked, grinning when Remy nodded, he grabbed his hand, mumbling something about the "quick vay." And bamfed down to the rec-room. There were only two seats left so Kurt and Remy grabbed them before anyone else arrived.
"Remin' me ne'er to ask a lift wit' y'again chere, dat wasn' pleasant." Remy muttered to Kurt as they sat down.
Kurt laughed "Ok, I'll remember that. By the vay, vhat does 'chere' mean? You keep calling me it."
Remy looks a little uncomfortable "Uh, it means 'dear'" he said, Kurt opened his mouth to say something to him but Kitty turned round and shushed them as the film started, it had been girl's choice so they were watching moulin rouge. There were a fair few groans from the boys, a few of them obviously faked, they didn't like to admit it, but at least half the boys liked it as well.
Remy went to bed before the end of the film, he couldn't help but cry at the end of it and decided to escape before they saw him, so Kurt never got the chance to say what he was going to about Remy calling him chere. And the next day Remy slept late and the others had to go to school, so Kurt's reply would have to wait until he got home. Remy spent the day wandering round the mansion again, then the professor asked to talk to him about arrangements for school and things and if Remy would stay with them. He had his first training session with Logan one-on-one since neither of them had anything better to do. He'd also told them his mutant name, something he'd thought of a few years ago during a fight, Gambit.
They told it to everyone else at dinner that night, which Remy helped make again, and they all asked him about it so he had to tell them the story ((A.N I haven't thought of a story, use your imaginations)), which took a little longer than just dinner.
Kurt came up to his room a bit later, not sitting down when Remy offered and pacing nervously.
"Woah, chere, why y'bein' so nervous? Calm down! All dis pacin' is makin' Remy dizzy."
"Sorry." He stopped "You called me chere again."
Remy nodded "Yea? So what? D'ya not like it?"
Kurt bit his lip "I don't mind.but." he trailed off, unsure what to say, looking down.
He felt a hand push his face up and he was suddenly confronted by Remy's red-on-black eyes staring intently down at him. "Calm down chere, what's up wit' y'today? You weren' dis nervous when you got home from school, c'mon, tell Remy what's up."
Kurt stared at him for about 10 minutes while Remy waited patiently for an answer, still stood close to Kurt, his hand still on Kurt's chin, his red-on-black eyes still staring down into Kurt's yellow ones. Eventually, Kurt pushed himself up on his toes a little more, brushing his lips against Remy's softly, then turned bright red and bamfed out without a word.
Once Remy had recovered from the coughing fit the smoke caused, he stood, fairly shocked, but nervous and wary at the same time. That was similar to how his relationship with Pietro had started, maybe Kurt was as good an actor as the speed demon had been, maybe Kurt was using him to feel accepted, like Pietro had used him for his fun. Sitting down on the bed, he stared into space, what if Kurt really did mean it? He could be happy. but what if he didn't? It would only cause more pain. Lying back on the bed, Remy looked at the ceiling, deciding the safest way was to not get close to anyone here, to stay the outsider, and that way he wouldn't get hurt.
Meanwhile, up in Kurt's room, the younger mutant was staring at himself in the mirror, why had he done that? He was an idiot! Remy would hate him now, he'd ruined any chance for friendship let alone love. And for once he couldn't blame his looks, Remy's eyes had obviously caused trouble for him and so he wouldn't be superficial enough to judge Kurt on his demon appearance. So it must be something about Kurt himself that Remy hates. Kurt locks the door to his room and sits on his bed, trying to decide what it is that makes him so horrible in Remy's eyes, ignoring the thought that Remy might not actually be gay, concentrating on all his bad points.
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Awwwww, damn my writing style, no fair. Because Kurt thinks there's something wrong with him and Remy'll hate him, and Remy thinks Kurt will use him so he's going to be all cold and detached with him, and of course Kurt won't notice he's doing it to everyone else too. Poor boys. I'm sure I can make it work out for them in the end.
Reviews please! I've not had any yet.
Remy: y'gonna name y'gerbil after me chere? Great, now Remy is a gerbil *mutters*
Starlight: Quiet you, he's a cute gerbil anyway, and I might not name him after you.
Remy: Anyway, stop talkin' 'bout y'gerbil and get on wit' de story, dey ain't gonna stick around to read it if you waffle too much.
Starlight: Ok, ok. Here you are:
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the X-men or Gambit, but I do own my gerbil Remy: Enough wit' de gerbil chere! Starlight: oooooh! If I call my gerbil Remy I can say I own you!! Remy: Oh god, sorry 'bout dis folks, one moment please. *sounds of a scuffle* Starlight: Right, *glares at Remy* on with the story.
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After dinner, Remy headed back up to his room and sat down on the bed, nobody had made any comments about his eyes, a few people had stared at them a bit, or done double takes, but they'd tried not to. Remy felt welcome and he was beginning to feel a bit better, finally finding somewhere he could be accepted.
There was a knock on the door, he went to open it, expecting it to be Jean coming to check on him, but it was Kurt. Remy smiled at the younger boy, wondering what he wanted, to Remy's surprise Kurt was looking fairly nervous.
"Can I come in?" Kurt asked, Remy nodded and stood aside to let him in, noticing that his tail was flicking back and forth anxiously like it was when they first met.
"What d'ya want chere?" he looked a little nervous, the 'chere' had just slipped out, but he felt nothing but caring for the shy boy that stood opposite him. He'd only known him a few days but he'd already worked out that Kurt hid a lot from his team-mates, he kept the mask up well, a joking, cheerful face, like he hadn't a care in the world. But Remy could see that every now and again that mask slipped, he was cheerful and friendly, once he got to know people, once he was absolutely sure they had got past his demon image. But before that he was shy, nervous and he tried too hard, desperate for people to like him.
Kurt realised they had stood staring at each other for about 5 minutes now without saying anything and blushed "Uh.just came to say hallo, see how you vere." he muttered. Remy could see that wasn't all, but he didn't want to embarrass Kurt so kept quiet.
"I'm doin' good t'anks chere." He said with a smile.
"Oh.good. Do you vant to come down to the rec-room with me? Ve're all going to vatch a film, dunno vhat." Kurt asked, grinning when Remy nodded, he grabbed his hand, mumbling something about the "quick vay." And bamfed down to the rec-room. There were only two seats left so Kurt and Remy grabbed them before anyone else arrived.
"Remin' me ne'er to ask a lift wit' y'again chere, dat wasn' pleasant." Remy muttered to Kurt as they sat down.
Kurt laughed "Ok, I'll remember that. By the vay, vhat does 'chere' mean? You keep calling me it."
Remy looks a little uncomfortable "Uh, it means 'dear'" he said, Kurt opened his mouth to say something to him but Kitty turned round and shushed them as the film started, it had been girl's choice so they were watching moulin rouge. There were a fair few groans from the boys, a few of them obviously faked, they didn't like to admit it, but at least half the boys liked it as well.
Remy went to bed before the end of the film, he couldn't help but cry at the end of it and decided to escape before they saw him, so Kurt never got the chance to say what he was going to about Remy calling him chere. And the next day Remy slept late and the others had to go to school, so Kurt's reply would have to wait until he got home. Remy spent the day wandering round the mansion again, then the professor asked to talk to him about arrangements for school and things and if Remy would stay with them. He had his first training session with Logan one-on-one since neither of them had anything better to do. He'd also told them his mutant name, something he'd thought of a few years ago during a fight, Gambit.
They told it to everyone else at dinner that night, which Remy helped make again, and they all asked him about it so he had to tell them the story ((A.N I haven't thought of a story, use your imaginations)), which took a little longer than just dinner.
Kurt came up to his room a bit later, not sitting down when Remy offered and pacing nervously.
"Woah, chere, why y'bein' so nervous? Calm down! All dis pacin' is makin' Remy dizzy."
"Sorry." He stopped "You called me chere again."
Remy nodded "Yea? So what? D'ya not like it?"
Kurt bit his lip "I don't mind.but." he trailed off, unsure what to say, looking down.
He felt a hand push his face up and he was suddenly confronted by Remy's red-on-black eyes staring intently down at him. "Calm down chere, what's up wit' y'today? You weren' dis nervous when you got home from school, c'mon, tell Remy what's up."
Kurt stared at him for about 10 minutes while Remy waited patiently for an answer, still stood close to Kurt, his hand still on Kurt's chin, his red-on-black eyes still staring down into Kurt's yellow ones. Eventually, Kurt pushed himself up on his toes a little more, brushing his lips against Remy's softly, then turned bright red and bamfed out without a word.
Once Remy had recovered from the coughing fit the smoke caused, he stood, fairly shocked, but nervous and wary at the same time. That was similar to how his relationship with Pietro had started, maybe Kurt was as good an actor as the speed demon had been, maybe Kurt was using him to feel accepted, like Pietro had used him for his fun. Sitting down on the bed, he stared into space, what if Kurt really did mean it? He could be happy. but what if he didn't? It would only cause more pain. Lying back on the bed, Remy looked at the ceiling, deciding the safest way was to not get close to anyone here, to stay the outsider, and that way he wouldn't get hurt.
Meanwhile, up in Kurt's room, the younger mutant was staring at himself in the mirror, why had he done that? He was an idiot! Remy would hate him now, he'd ruined any chance for friendship let alone love. And for once he couldn't blame his looks, Remy's eyes had obviously caused trouble for him and so he wouldn't be superficial enough to judge Kurt on his demon appearance. So it must be something about Kurt himself that Remy hates. Kurt locks the door to his room and sits on his bed, trying to decide what it is that makes him so horrible in Remy's eyes, ignoring the thought that Remy might not actually be gay, concentrating on all his bad points.
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Awwwww, damn my writing style, no fair. Because Kurt thinks there's something wrong with him and Remy'll hate him, and Remy thinks Kurt will use him so he's going to be all cold and detached with him, and of course Kurt won't notice he's doing it to everyone else too. Poor boys. I'm sure I can make it work out for them in the end.
Reviews please! I've not had any yet.