Aundreaux “Wylde Card” Labeau

To grab his bags.

Where I wanna go, uhn right now I wanna get in ma car wit my uhn go home”

Aundreaux said As he said

“ Maw Lemme go get my bags if any O’dem knuckle heads try somt’n jus gib Wylde Card a holla no”

And with that Aundreaux went upstairs

“ See,now ya went and done it ya done Did it.. Ya try Ahn for tell me I can’t go home? I tink not”

*And with that Aundreaux grabbed the arm of François*
Until he passed out*

“ First off Been want’n to do that since I met this windbag never liked em, secondly to quote my Oncle Logan I be goin

Aundreaux’s eyes met his mother as he looked to his family then it happened Gambits uncle Aundreaux’s Great Uncle François spoke

“ Sorry Marie, you tell Remy Aundreaux stay whit us ya ain’t tak’n em wit out de fight”

When Aundreaux heard this he removed the brown glove from his right hand

Aundreaux said softly as he looked into Rogues eye.

Tears pouring down his cheeks

“Pere is hurt and it’s my damn fault I rushed in like a moron, I am not cut out to be an X-Men I am more trouble the I am worth I wanted you and paw happy and I tought if I left yall get dat.. cause I’m only gonna cause more pain”

Aundreaux said looking his mom in the eyes.

The silence stretched between them, thick and unyielding, until finally, Aundreaux looked away. Without a word, as he rushed to his mom and said

“ Why’d ya come fer me Maw-Maw I am only gonna cause you and paw more pain and more suffering You, Emi and Paw deserve better then a loose canon”

The room felt smaller, heavier, as the weight of her gaze bore down on him. He clenched his fists, his heart pounding in his chest, and waited for her to make the first move. But Rogue didn’t speak, either.

Instead, he stood there, staring at her, his mind racing with everything he wanted to say but couldn’t.

stood She hadn’t said a word, but her presence was enough to stop him cold.

Her green eyes met his, unflinching and full of questions he wasn’t ready to answer. Aundreaux's chest tightened as he fought the urge to speak, to say something, anything, to break the silence. But he didn’t.

echoing outside, he froze. There, in the corner of the room, @mississippigirl.bsky.social

Aundreaux smiled, the warmth of their acceptance washing over him. For the first time in weeks, he felt like he belonged.

But the feeling didn’t last.

When he walked into the house, the celebrations still

"Y’ really outdid y’self, cher," one of the elders said, her grin wide and approving. "Ain’t no doubt now—you a LeBeau through and through."

The LeBeaus were waiting for him when he returned, their faces lighting up as he handed over the pouch. They cheered, clapping him on the back and calling him one of their own.

still buzzed in his veins as he made his way back to the LeBeau compound, a secluded hideout on the edge of the city.

The escape was smooth, almost effortless. By the time the estate's security realized something was amiss, Aundreaux was already gone, blending into the crowds of Bourbon Street. The adrenaline

savvy cousins. Within seconds, the safe clicked open, revealing a velvet pouch filled with glittering stones.

*"Too easy,"* he muttered, tucking the pouch into his jacket.

The safe was where they said it would be—in a study lined with dusty old books and antique furniture. Aundreaux smirked, pulling out a small device he’d picked up from one of the LeBeaus' tech-

and the lock on the balcony door gave way. He slipped inside like a shadow, silent and unseen.

He adjusted his gloves, the damp leather gripping the railing as he swung down onto a balcony. The city stretched out behind him, its lights reflecting in the slick streets below. A quick flick of his wrist

estate in the French Quarter, surveying the courtyard below. His target was inside—a safe rumored to hold enough diamonds to fund a small army. The LeBeaus had given him this heist as a test of trust, a rite of passage into the family’s inner circle.

The night was perfect for a job: moonless and quiet, with just enough rain to cover any sound. Aundreaux crouched on the rooftop of a grand

They whispered that he was even better than his father—faster, quieter, and sharper. Aundreaux shrugged off the comparisons, but deep down, a small part of him felt proud. For once, he wasn’t just a shadow in someone else’s life. He was carving out his own path.

couldn’t. But it wasn’t just his skill that earned their trust. It was his charm, his quick wit, and the undeniable trace of Gambit in his blood.

than he expected. At first, it was his skill. Aundreaux had a natural gift for slipping through the shadows, a talent he never really thought much of until the LeBeaus saw it for what it was. They brought him into their world of heists, schemes, and the art of taking what others

into New Orleans, and now he was no longer a wanderer with no direction. He was something more, someone more. The LeBeau family had taken to him quickly—faster

The city embraced Aundreaux like an old friend. Its humid air, the lively chatter, and the music spilling out of every corner felt like a heartbeat that matched his own. Weeks had passed since he rolled

*The sign for Louisiana loomed in the distance, its green letters catching the headlights for a brief moment. Aundreaux didn’t know what he’d find when he reached New Orleans. Maybe nothing. Maybe that was the point. But for now, the road stretched ahead, and all he could do was keep driving.*

world. Aundreaux’s own accent was a strange mix—New York roughness softened by years of hearing his father’s smooth drawl. He wondered if it would sound out of place when he finally got to the city