#it is 1:10am my eyes are burning hsjdbsj

[rockstar-angel]

back alley blitz

summary: a few weeks have passed since their first meeting, and neither rose nor remy can seem to stop thinking about each other. rose finally manages to call remy, which leads to a brawl near the casino where they met last.

shippings: rosemary (rose x remy)

warnings: fight scene, cursing

word count: 2k

a/n: part 3 of the rosemary series!!! part 2 is here in case u missed it!!!

tags: @sealovinq @tuff-and-fluff @soulnottainted (if you wanna be added/removed lmk via asks or dm!)

This was her third phone since first trying to call his number. The first one, she hurled at the wall upon hearing his greeting; the second, she smashed on the ground after listening to him talk for a few moments; this time was the time she would actually talk.

Rose was holding the cellphone in her right hand, the card in her left. Her leg was tapping aggressively as she sat on the couch in her apartment, her thumb hovering over the dial button.

God, how did this happen. Why did this happen. She was supposed to kill him, and now she’s just hitting him up. Standing up off the couch with a noise of effort, she finally gathered the courage to hit the dial button.

When Gambit picked up, she blurted out what was at the front of her mind as fast as possible.

“What did you do to me.”

Gambit got yet another phone call. Usually he didn't get them since he changes phones often to maintain anonymity, despite being an attention hog.

He picked up his phone, and before he could offer a sultry "hellohello~" he was cut off.

He was stunned silent for a moment.

"I, uh... I'm sorry, who is dis? Yer gonna hafta be more specific, I've done lotsa things to lotsa people."

He said nonchalantly as he crossed his leg over the other and leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. He pouted in thought, face scrunched up as he tried to remember.

Rose bit her lip and held the cellphone away from her as she stomped her paw on the ground angrily. She then pulled the phone back to her ear, forcing herself to respond.

“I- I can’t… get you out of my head, you bastard, what did you do?!”

With that line, it clicked. Gambit smiled widely as his face flushed. He grabbed a card from the table and flipped it between his fingers happily. He didn't want to expose that he knew it was her though, otherwise she might hang up.

"Woooaah, no need to be hostile. Jus' looks like I've caught somebody’s eye."

He said, the smirk practically evident in his tone.

Rose rolled her eyes as if he could see her. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock, I can’t do anything without thinking of you.” She blurted, her mouth moving faster than her brain could keep up with. If it was any other circumstance, she probably would’ve been able to tell from the tone in his voice that he knew who she was, but her judgement was clouded. He had that affect on her, and she absolutely hated it.

"Sadly, I'm unable to help with dat predicament. Howeva', I will say dat I'm in a similar boat myself. You've been runnin' through my mind too, mon petit minou.”

Gambit lowered his voice slightly as his words gained more and more genuine feeling and his face grew redder. He continued to absentmindedly flick the card through his fingers, when he caught himself wishing her fingers were entangled with his. He dropped the card at that sudden thought and shook his head. Clear the thoughts, like rolling a dice.

Fuck. It took all of Rose’s strength and then some not to just crush the phone, or hurl it at the wall like she’d done to one of the other phones. She could feel her heart speeding up and a purr catch in her throat and she desperately tried to swallow it before speaking again; she knew if she tried to talk, her voice would merely be a squeak. She held the phone away from her face again as she drew a long breath, calming herself as much as possible before she spoke again.

“When can I see you again.” She asked—though it sounded more like a demand—her voice low as her tail thrashed back and forth behind her.

"Excusez-moi?"

Gambit said, more shocked than anything.

She wanted to see him again.

She wanted to see him again.

He bit his lip to stifle a cry of joy. Instead he hit the air a couple times, as though he were hitting an invisible punching bag. He brought the phone back up to his face and picked up the card, still flipping it wildly.

“You heard me!” Rose barked, forcing herself to keep from shouting; her neighbors had to deal with enough loudness from her as is. “I need to hit you or something.” She growled, making a face as she said it.

Gambit sat in silence for a moment, thinking. He tapped his chin with the card before speaking again.

"Well, I've got a lil’ somethin' tonight. Bank heist, nuthin' special. De one dats near de casino, can't miss it. Dere’s a lotta alleyways, find one ‘n I'll meet ya dere."

He said with a smile at his own brilliant idea. It wasn't that brilliant at all but he only cared about having her attention.

Rose flipped shut her cellphone, staring into space for a few moments. What the hell did she get herself into. Why did she have such a tendency to get roped into things against her will.

Oh well, it gave her something to do. She hung her head with a long sigh, slipping her cellphone into her back pocket and throwing on her jacket before heading out.

———

It wasn’t hard to miss him, the flashy bastard. Rose scrunched her nose. What kind of thief did he think he was? And how in god’s name had he not been caught yet?

Shaking her head as she walked towards him, her breathing shook slightly before she took a longer breath, not even giving him to time to get half his greeting out before she socked him in the face.

"Oh hel-"

Remy stumbled back as she punched him, holding a hand to his already bleeding nose.

"Straight to de point, are we? A’ight, let's see whatcha got."

He said with a smirk despite already looking beaten. He brought out his deck of cards and set them aflame with energy, tossing them down at his opponent.

Rose bared her teeth, growling lowly as she leapt backwards to dodge. She then jumped up to grab Gambit’s ankle, slamming him back down to the ground.

“Uh-uh. No mutation bullshit. Hand-to-hand or I’m leaving.” She said, a smirk tugging at the sides of her face for once.

"W’uh oh."

Gambit muttered after he recovered from being slammed to the ground. He was strong, but he wasn't Wolverine type strong. In fact, he was scared Rose was going to snap him like a toothpick.

He put the rest of his cards in his pocket and raised his fists more or less nervously. He didn't want to hit her, but he also didn't feel like being beaten half to death. In the time it took him to think about his options, he had already been punched in the jaw, sending him flying.

"You've got a mean swing-"

He was going to say something quippy when she attacked again.

“Thanks.” Rose responded half-sarcastically before throwing another hit at Gambit then backing off to defend. Her grin was evident now.

“Don’t worry about hitting me, cher. I’m not a girl, you don’t gotta worry about breaking your code of honor or whatever the fuck.” She jeered, her tail already thrashing as she waited for her opponent to make a move.

Gambit’s eyes widened at that. Cher. His face flushed a bright red and he was forever grateful that it was so dimly lit. But, wait, if Rose was a cat, couldn't she see in the dark? Gambit didn't have time to answer his own question. He sat up and wiped the blood from his face.

"A’ight then, note to self, don't underestimate de angel.”

He smirked before rushing to try and tackle her. He knew he weighed more than her, but she was faster, she dodged and he fell to the ground.

He quickly sat up and went to swing at her face, although it was dark so he couldn't see much; he was more likely to hit a wall than her.

Rose grunted as Gambit’s fist collided with her shoulder, sending her tumbling to the left before she rolled over into a crouching position.

“More like a demon if you ask me.” She muttered under her breath, giving no context before standing up and pacing back towards him, throwing an uppercut at his chin.

Gambit was thrown backwards, obviously tired but stubborn as ever. He held himself against the wall, face bruised and red with blood and blush.

“Oh petit ange, can’t you see your wings and divine figure? How could you be a demon?”

He asked with genuine curiosity, expression slightly sad that she thought of herself that way.

Rose stood still, other than her form heaving slightly from being tired, as she stared at Gambit with an unreadable expression. She then looked down at her hands, her knuckles darkened from the repeated impacts and slightly stained with blood. Her eyes widened a little before she looked back at Gambit, now holding a completely different exterior.

A defense mechanism.

“Can’t you tell? Do I need to beat you up even more? I will.” She pressed jokingly to deflect from having to tell the truth. They’d be there all night if she explained all the reasons why she felt that way, and frankly, she’d probably kill him before she’d finish.

"Doin' bad things don't make you a bad person. Just like doin' good things doesn't make you a good one."

Gambit said between pants. He was still trying to catch his breath.

"You can beat me up more, if you wanna."

He said genuinely, his expression slightly saddened. There seemed to be so much more to her than he first thought. Kinda like him.

He held his hands up and walked to Rose, showing defeat. When he stumbled close enough, he grabbed something from his pocket and gently and slowly wrapped one of her hands in his, placing whatever he had in her palm. He spoke softly, still holding her hand.

"I think you're de closest thing to an angel I've ever seen."

He said softly, his eyes averted and face flushed.

Rose’s eyes widened and her face tinted red. She stayed still for a few moments before yanking her hand away, turning away and trying to use the collar of her jacket to conceal her blush.

That felt so nice. Why did that feel so nice. Why was he being nice to her.

Her head was clouded and fuzzy with thoughts that didn’t quite feel like her own as she slowly and tentatively opened her palm to look at what he’d given her.

Gambit took a deep breath and put his hands in his pockets. He turned to walk out of the alleyway, talking back at Rose on his way out.

"Don't let de cops see it. But I have a feelin' you avoid cops anyway, so."

When he made it to the sidewalk, he twirled back to Rose and bowed at her dramatically before walking away.

As he walked back to whatever place he was staying for the week, he thought about how he’d given the most expensive piece of jewelry away to impress someone. His "father" would have lectured him til his ears bled.

Gambit escaped him and he still has moments that remind him of his "dad" but he was free now.

He smiled softly at imagining her wearing that necklace as he walked back to his abode happily.

Rose couldn’t find the words to respond to Gambit when he said his goodbyes. She sent a look back at him before looking at what he’d put in her palm.

What she found was a diamond necklace and yet another card he’d written on, but this time it said ‘same time same place next week?’

It was subconscious, it was genuine, and she forced herself to stop when she realized; but for a moment, she was smiling.

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