< Marvel > XM/NXM: Crushes
Title: Crushes
Rating: PG
Comic(s): New X-Men, X-Men
Character(s): Victor Borkowski, Remy LeBeau
A/N: …..I blame those that fed the plot bunnies….I really do. Oh, and just for the record, I'm still practicing when it comes to writing Remy's accent.
Part 1 of the The Gambit/Anole Collection
The lake seemed to be the calmest place at the institute. You could avoid people, sit and relax, and just enjoy being by yourself.
Victor sighed softly as he tossed another flat stone out over the water, watching as it skipped across the surface. For him, the lake was an escape.
Sometimes he just needed to get away and it was just one of those days.
Julian had been acting more egotistical that usual and had let slip some rather rude comments. So Vic had just walked away and eventually found himself near the lake.
Leaning down, the mutant reached for another flat stone only to be stopped by a foot stepping on his chosen rock. With a sigh, Anole’s eyes closed a moment before he started to look up, expecting to see Julian.
“Look, I’m not in the mood to argue…”
“Why would I want to argue, mom petit vert?”
The teen startled, brown eyes opening to meet red.
“Ah! Professor LeBeau!” he squeaked. Remy rolled his eyes a bit.
“Non of dat ‘professor’ stuff. You can call me Remy or Gambit, like da others.” He mused, grinning as Victor blushed brightly.
“Ah…right. Was…Was there something I could help you with Pr..Remy?”
“Nah. I saw da argument earlier and came ta check on ya.”
If Victor’s blush could have gotten any brighter, it would have.
“I’m alright, really. It was just a misunderstanding!” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his head as he looked away from Remy. Said X-Men scowled a bit.
“Dat’s not what I saw. What I saw was Hellion tearin’ ya apart, petit vert.” Reaching out, Gambit rested a hand on Victor’s head, making the teen startle and meet his gaze. “Dun be ‘friad to stand up to him. Just ‘cause he’s one of Emma’s dun mean anything.”
“O..Okay.” Vic murmured.
“Good! Now, let’s head back eh?” Without waiting for an answer, Remy’s arm slipped around Victor’s shoulders and he steered the teen back towards the school.
Trying his hardest not to blush anymore than he already was, Victor made a mental note to find out the meaning on ‘petit vert’.
Rating: PG
Comic(s): New X-Men, X-Men
Character(s): Victor Borkowski, Remy LeBeau
A/N: …..I blame those that fed the plot bunnies….I really do. Oh, and just for the record, I'm still practicing when it comes to writing Remy's accent.
Part 1 of the The Gambit/Anole Collection
The lake seemed to be the calmest place at the institute. You could avoid people, sit and relax, and just enjoy being by yourself.
Victor sighed softly as he tossed another flat stone out over the water, watching as it skipped across the surface. For him, the lake was an escape.
Sometimes he just needed to get away and it was just one of those days.
Julian had been acting more egotistical that usual and had let slip some rather rude comments. So Vic had just walked away and eventually found himself near the lake.
Leaning down, the mutant reached for another flat stone only to be stopped by a foot stepping on his chosen rock. With a sigh, Anole’s eyes closed a moment before he started to look up, expecting to see Julian.
“Look, I’m not in the mood to argue…”
“Why would I want to argue, mom petit vert?”
The teen startled, brown eyes opening to meet red.
“Ah! Professor LeBeau!” he squeaked. Remy rolled his eyes a bit.
“Non of dat ‘professor’ stuff. You can call me Remy or Gambit, like da others.” He mused, grinning as Victor blushed brightly.
“Ah…right. Was…Was there something I could help you with Pr..Remy?”
“Nah. I saw da argument earlier and came ta check on ya.”
If Victor’s blush could have gotten any brighter, it would have.
“I’m alright, really. It was just a misunderstanding!” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his head as he looked away from Remy. Said X-Men scowled a bit.
“Dat’s not what I saw. What I saw was Hellion tearin’ ya apart, petit vert.” Reaching out, Gambit rested a hand on Victor’s head, making the teen startle and meet his gaze. “Dun be ‘friad to stand up to him. Just ‘cause he’s one of Emma’s dun mean anything.”
“O..Okay.” Vic murmured.
“Good! Now, let’s head back eh?” Without waiting for an answer, Remy’s arm slipped around Victor’s shoulders and he steered the teen back towards the school.
Trying his hardest not to blush anymore than he already was, Victor made a mental note to find out the meaning on ‘petit vert’.