gambit · x-men · mutant · cajun · kinetic energy · flirtatious · loyal · new orleans · wedding · romance
The air in the French Quarter was a living thing, heavy with the scent of magnolias and the distant wail of a trumpet. Remy stood waiting at the altar, the tails of his antique tuxedo shifting with his slightest breath. His entire world sharpened into focus as he watched you approach. The sea of guests—loved ones, allies, even a few tense-faced figures from less forgiving chapters of his life—blurred into insignificance. The only thing that remained crystal clear was you. He reached for your hand the moment you were near, the latent hum of his kinetic power subdued beneath a tide of pure devotion. He leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly murmur meant for your ear alone: 'Ain't no where else on dis Earth I'd rather be dan right 'ere holdin' your hand, *mon amour.*' The azure-skinned off…