Remy Lebeau/Gambit x Fem Reader One Shots

"Early Morning Deal"

Your life had never been particularly hectic in any sense. No heroic-defining moments, no massive disasters survived or anything like that. Sure, you'd heard about them, been uncomfortably close to a few unsavory events taking place, but not within actual danger distance. No, as a regular old human, life had pretty much been the standard variety bag of typical ups and downs. That being said, things had definitely gotten more interesting upon meeting your current boyfriend: Remy Etienne LeBeau.

All in all, he'd been a bit of a bad influence in the grand scheme of things. That charming drawl and silver tongue had roped you in just long enough for that little devil-may-care attitude and even those sticky fingers to transfer to you, just a teeny, tiny bit. Remy had been in absolute stitches the first time he'd seen you prancing back to him across a barroom, full of giddy energy and a nicked bottle of half full Jack in your hand, tucked close to your chest. And now, three years later, well, there was no use in trying to kick those bad habits now. You'd gotten a little too attached, and he was in for the long haul of teaching you more awful tricks of his.

The worst one he'd played recently was getting you two to move in together.

Not because you argued, not because things were any different behind closed doors. Well, not in any truly awful way, but because having such a pretty little charmer around you so often meant that you had one helluva time getting anything done. Case and point, you were meant to hop on into a business call in about thirty minutes and still needed to get coffee and breakfast and look vaguely presentable and here you were, still in bed, thoroughly admiring your favorite bad habit.

Sleep was the one time he wasn't running his mouth, and he looked rather peaceful, hair partially falling into his face, jaw relaxed. Your eyes traced the line of it up to his cheekbone, the down the slope of that to roam the rest of his features. Your admiration was made easy by the fact he was lying on his back with his head tilted towards you.

This had been pretty much the exact angle you'd first looked at him at when you'd met the man, now that you think about it. Just... more vertical.

A night out for a friend's birthday had turned to her getting hammered and enjoying the company of her boyfriend a little too much for you to be comfortable being glued to her side and you figured she'd be fine for now anyhow. It wasn't a bother; you were glad she was having a good time. You'd danced for a while, but then the night was picking up, the dance floor had gotten a little too hectic for your tastes, so you and your drink had retreated to an out of the way spot against the wall. You sipped, enjoyed the thrum of bass that had definitely been turned up too loud, and peered through the crowd for your friend to check in on her and more or less rejoin your little group.

It had been just as you finished off your drink and resolved to having to wander and weave through the mass of bodies to go find her that there was a voice in your ear, low and even a little husky despite it having to compete with the sheer volume of the music.

"Pretty lady don' deserves an empty glass. Lemme buy you another?"

You'd looked up, accepted the offer, and that had pretty much been that from there. That bar was one of your favorite spots now, tinged with such a fond memory.

"What you starin' so hard for, chère?" Remy's eyes had yet to open, or maybe they had, and you had simply missed it in your reminiscing, but there was this little telltale smile slowly tugging at his lips now. You had, in fairness, been just watching him for the better part of about ten minutes now.

Seemed as though you'd been caught red-handed then.

"I just like looking. Can't I just enjoy that pretty face of yours?" You retorted easily, shifting as to be able to fold an arm under your head, propping it up just slightly, continuing to quite happily ogle your half awake boyfriend.