u/DaGambitLeboom

Magneto has left, he got business to attend to. This whole Frost situation got only worse since I died, apparently. De rift brought me here, jus’ to be met with de news I was a ghost in dis timeline. Is it time travel? Multiverse? Gambit got no idea chère.

I just sit here, before de stone with my name on it.
“Remy Etiènne Lebeau” it reads.

Erik said Rogue took it real bad. Can’t blame ‘er. Not sayin’ we argued last time I saw her but I didn’ approve of her bein’ with back the brotherhood.
He also said she shows up here daily. Maybe if I wait enough I’ll see her. Hopefully befo’ growin’ mold an’ moss like dis rock already doin’. I wonder how de kids are doin’ as well.

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((OOC: Only Rogue interacts!))

“Gambit gettin’ mighty bored down here🫩.”

Xavier is making a very strained focused face, staring through Gambit.

“De hell is ‘rong with you, professor?🤨”

“Uh nothing my child.. absolutely not trying to get past your mental barriers to see what cards you’re holding…😁😁😁😁”

“…you need ta cheat at Uno😐?”

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Disclaimers:
- Gambit’s mental barrier isn’t that strong.
- I do not own the bald
- Jeff sucks
- Only canon thing about this is Gambit being dead as hell

((Events following Gambit and Rogue’s interaction in this post: https://www.reddit.com/r/MarvelComicsRoleplay/s/KAwvNV3Xo5 ))

Days.
Remy was stuck in the darkness.
No dreams, no nightmares.
No light, no sound.

Only the steady beeping of machinery of the mansion’s medbay.
The plan should have been flawless, just kiss her and let her see with her eyes that he loved only her. But no, something went terribly wrong.
Rogue’s memory absorption had been twisted as well. She almost killed him in anger, if he was awake he wouldn’t blame her. He knew she was not herself. And honestly? Maybe he deserved the coma he was in. He couldn’t help her, she had to rely on dark forces. How useless he felt in his last conscious moments, staring at those raging eyes clouded by darkness.

I started this drawing like months ago as a normal Gambit and dropped it lol, today I finished it.

>!Ok all Gambit fans (me included) knew this day was gonna come, I honestly thought he’d be revealed at the end of ep 7 but anyway.!<

>!You know how Archangel says that they couldn’t save War because only Rogue can touch and snap a horseman out of Apocalypse’s control? Okay, Rogue gonna kiss Gambit to make him good again. Obvious? BUT.!<

>!What if.!<

>!What if he’s immune to her touch? What if she manages to kiss him only for it to not work. Probably not gonna happen since I don’t think they could make another sensed way to ‘cleanse’ him since there is no Sunfire to burn him. But I thought it would be cool.!<

>!Imagine Rogue pouring her soul in that kiss only to feel nothing, and him not giving a single f*ck about her anymore. My angst craving soul would love that.!<
>!It would break Rogue’s heart even more, and when they get back together make it more satisfying!!<

“Not so scary now huh m*t*e**? That Emma Frost of yours has no chance against real humans like us.”
Someone spoke, lowering down his smoking automatic gun.
Another chimed in, reloading and scoffing:
“I bet that Pryde woman on TV is even weaker than this devil-eyed bastard.”

They laughed with the other attackers as they left him like a dog, not even having the slightest amount of pity to put him out of his misery*.*

He was lying down in an alley, back against the cold wet asphalt, the side of his face in a puddle. Thunder came down, it was raining. He wheezed hard, a hand on his bleeding chest and the other limp on the side.

Remy Lebeau… you’re such an idiot.

That’s what he would have said if he had any strength left.

He was full of gunshots, ‘more holes dan a slice o’ cheese’. Each of them leaking red, too much to be fixed.
After the whole ‘Mother’ Emma situation, as she likes to be called, the survivors that hated mutants came to hate ‘em even more.
Grouping together to take down single targets. And in a moment of weakness, Gambit stepped inside one of their traps.

The hateful spit of one anti-mutant bastard had already washed away.
Rain poured down, mixing with his blood.
He was alive maybe, not for long anyway. His signature vibrant red irises were already dulling as he stared at the thundering sky through half lidded eyes.
Blood trickled from his lips as well.

“I’m dying.”
He thought. He would have laughed at that. He survived sentinels, manic villains and exes, the literal apocalypse and for what? To die like a stray in some back alley.

He thought of all the mistakes he made. How finally he was paying for them.

Then his mind shifted to those he loved like family: Jubilee, Logan, Onyxx, Ororo, Jean, Scott, Laura… Anna Marie. Rogue. His chère.

Oh Anna.

He failed her, he thought. Couldn’t help her. He let her go away. Didn’t try hard enough to love her, to make her feel safe with him.
The last fading image he saw were her eyes. Those beautiful green eyes that almost shifted in color under the light.

He wished to see them a bit longer.

But everything faded.

A weak inhale.

An even weaker exhale.

His lips didn’t fully close after that.

His eyes glanced towards the sky, forever unseeing.

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The mansion is a mess, the world is a mess. What has Emma unleashed? Gambit won’t let anybody else suffer by her hands. He looks for the poor souls she is controlling, hoping not to find familiar faces.
Honestly, he doesn’t know how to snap them back to themselves. Or if that is even a possibility. But Gambit played with worse odds before and won. He’s not gonna fold on these people.

“Whoever is out dere, I’ll get you home. I promise.”