#gamzeerose

So I thought I might post some fanfictions too! Here's a fill I made for the kink-meme, OP asking for Sober!GamzeexGrimdark!Rose.

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He was laughing, he usually laughed when he had killed someone. It was an often humourless laugh, desperate and bizarrely angry, but a laughter anyway. You, on the other hand, never laughed. Sometimes watching him break out in mad joy, you admitted to being a little bit jealous. Whenever you would open your mouth to speak, only the words of the Horrorterrors would escape. At most, you would muster up a small smile but you never laughed and never talked. It was fine though. It was fine because he never misunderstood what you wanted, even when you didn’t speak. Sometimes he could have a conversation that you never participated in fully, but still he answered to everything you might have said if you could. Sometimes you wondered if he actually spoke to you, or only spoke to the insanity you both shared. It didn’t matter much to you anyway, you liked hearing his voice, screaming and whispering sounds exchanging each other in a pattern you could only wish to understand. Only after the laughter died down to chuckling, did he looked towards your form, running up to you and, ignoring the fact that you could fly, picked you up from the ground and spun your around, all the while laughing, only fully stopping when your feet once again touched the blood-soaked ground. (Turns out trolls have a lot more blood than humans). He then kissed you, and you let him. Blood smudged out over your face as he cupped your chin. The sensation made your thoughts drifted back to when they first met, when all of the trolls met with the humans and you knew that <i>this is wrong</i>. Back then he had taken one look at you, when you managed to be alone for the first time, and had sweetly asked if he could paint your face. When you asked what he would paint with, he had only given that smile you now knew and loved over everything. (Well, love was a weird word, and didn’t quite describe the feelings between the two of you. Maybe pity, and fear, and hate and some kind of mutual understanding would be better to explain it). You tried not to look at the bodies of your shared friends on the ground, tried not to think of how terrified they had looked when you and Gamzee together raised your weapons. Not even the God-tiers could get away, at least not John, not Vriska. You tried not to think of how you tracked, hunted, down those who escaped, both in reality and in dreams. Killing them one after one. But if you thought of it, and that was most of the time actually, you would always feel the same surprise when you didn’t feel any remorse. You believed Gamzee felt the same, though he obviously thought it was amusing too, if you were to trust his facial expression. You could feel his smirk on your lips before you pulled away to see it, slowly landing on the ground (you had a bad habit of starting to hover slightly when you kissed just so that you could reach up to him). A sound interrupted you, something you both had been waiting for and together you turned around, facing the being standing in the doorway, anger, sadness and betrayal shining clear reflected in his broken sword. You looked Dave in the eyes, looking at those wide red eyes, and just tried to make him understand. Understand why this had to done. Just as he and Aradia had certain roles in the game, you and Gamzee had specific roles too, something that would only apply when in a special doomed timeline. And this timeline wasn’t right, you had felt it the moment you all landed in the Veil and the voices of the Horrorterrors went from whispers to screaming. This was wrong, and it was your job to wipe this session clean. In a way, you were the subordinates to the time-players, signalling when it was time for them to go back and change the past. “LOOK WHO WE GOT HERE! seems like the knight who couldn’t PROTECT A-NY-ONE.” Gamzee taunted, the rage always hidden close beneath his skin showing through, though you couldn’t find it in you to scold him. You wouldn’t be able to say anything anyway but Gamzee still turned around and gave you a calm grin, as if knowing what you would say if you could, once again.