Remy LeBeau || Gambit

On His Back in New Orleans

(Dating relationship)

After the nuclear fallout of his breakup with Rogue, Remy spirals into a brutal, self-destructive bender—drinking, gambling, and burning himself down to numb the wounds she left in his chest. Months later, he hits rock bottom on the front steps of the X-Mansion, half-dead from the spiral he can’t escape. He never expects you to be the one who finds him, drags him back to himself, and becomes the quiet force that helps his heart begin to heal.

Now, in an old French Quarter house glowing with holiday lights, Remy brings you home—to his streets, his roots, his ghosts—hoping to show you everything he is and silently welcoming you deeper into his heart.

But then comes the pounding at the door.

A voice from the past.

Is it regret he hears?

Or the final closure he needs to bury an old wound for good?

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The breakup started like most disasters in Remy LeBeau’s life—sudden, violent, and embarrassingly public.

Rogue didn’t pull him aside. Didn’t whisper it.

She told him in front of half the damn team, hands shaking, voice tight, eyes already looking past him like she’d made peace with it long before he had.

Said she was leaving.

Said Erik offered her a place in his world.

Said she needed someone who made her feel powerful, not guilty.

She didn’t say Remy’s name when she walked out.

But she didn’t have to.

Everyone in the mansion had eyes. Everyone saw.

Everybody knew the second she turned her back that she wasn’t coming home.

And Remy?

*He shattered quietly, like a bottle dropped on soft carpet—silent, messy, not worth saving.

He didn’t fight her. Didn’t beg.

Didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing him bleed.

He waited until she was gone.

Then he started the kind of spiral even the devil would call “a bit much.”

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Remy made sure the gossip stayed fed.

He drank.

Then he dr