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May 8th, 2009

Logan/Remy recs, the oldies but goodies

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In further procrastination this morning and upon seeing someone voice a "where is all the hot Logan/Remy?" I dug up the links to my favourite fics.

I rec'd these on my LJ years ago, and am relieved to find working links for them! The accented dialogue of Remy's speech frequently is reproduced as it was in the comics, so if that's a peeve of yours go in forewarned. Somewhere out there is a Logan/Remy danger room fic that was also panty-melting. I'll see if I can track down.

Logan's Experiment by O. This is and always probably will be my favourite Logan/Remy story. It has a beautiful lyrical quality to the prose. The first time I read it, it took me a few paragraphs to get into the flow, but after that initial hurdle it's always been a fluid read. This one also brings in those few hints of Remy's telepathy.

"Left y'here for the clean-up crew, eh?" Logan murmured, appreciating the drape of outstretched body, long and spare, the lift of deep ribs hollowing out a hard narrow belly like a young hunting hound.


Games by Cheyenne Dancer. There are certain tropes that I don't see very often anymore, but maybe I'm just reading in the wrong places. This, however, is one of my favourite sex club fics ever.

He could worry about why Logan had shown up here, tonight, later... after he had given him the slip. Remy felt the heat traveling up his face, started to say something and then changed his mind. He could play Logan's game. It might even be fun. He was sure the X-man was all bluff. And bluffing was Gambit's game.


The Rough, The Smooth, & The Inbetween by Glamour Ghoul. This one's a Logan/Jean/Remy with an established Logan/Jean adding Remy to pot and it is smoking hot. If you like doubleteaming hetporn with a light sprinkling of slash, this fic is for you.

Her mind raced backward several days, to a quiet afternoon when she and Betsy had made tea and pondered what Logan and Remy could possibly be discussing with such seriousness. Now, without using even the tiniest bit of her power, she was absolutely sure what it was.

Her.
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