#GamzeeRose

[davekat-sucks]

GamRose aka Book Club is better than Davekat.

[sakilya]

Something Like a Laugh GamzeexRose

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.

Dave sent a clear glare towards Gamzee, but it was then trained at you. He threw his arms out, creating an opening but never really losing the grip of the sword. “What the hell, Lalonde? What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled and it was such a weird expression to hear his voice constrict around. “I fucking trusted you, EVERYONE fucking trusted you goddamned…” He trailed off and you gave a sympathetic smile, only guessing what it would feel like for him to believe that you were actually safe, and then see then how everything breaks apart again. Especially when the one who broke it was his own newfound sister. With the role of the sister you also knew it was your job to get him serious, and force him to stop flipping out. (Some part of your mind might also have been opposed to let Gamzee get his hands on your brother, but that was ignored). So with the thorns raised, and the shadows moving around you quicker and fierce, you attacked. Only to never hit your target as something red flashed before your eyes and you couldn’t move. Everything stopped in a moment that seemed to last forever and still shorter than it took for you to blink. It was the second person you had hoped to see, the wings flapping behind the God-tier suddenly flying behind Dave and looked (not really glaring, it was more understanding but yet not forgiving) straight at you. You smiled as Aradia met your eyes and she grabbed Dave, making him struggle and scream before the room around them started to warp. You mouthed thank you (but you guess she wouldn’t understand the horrorterror anyway) as they disappeared and the time magic dropped you on the ground. By the sound of clubs releasing onto the ground behind you, Gamzee had also been stuck and now knew what was going on. It was quiet more now than ever as you carefully stood back up, closing your eyes and inhaling quietly, letting the shadows seep away from your body. You were now alone in the Veil. You were now alone in this timeline. You were now the only players left in this universe. You were now probably supposed to kill each other. By the orders of the Horrorterrors and the Messiahs you were probably supposed to end this once and for all but… For the first time you disobeyed the orders just because you didn’t feel up to it. Gamzee wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and you could feel him shaking from rage and laughter and excitement and probably more, but you felt no track of fear. His face was in your hair and you could feel a small kind of rippling going through both of your bodies. In most books they would probably have written it off as a small giggling, but it was nothing like that for you. The mad, desperate and wonderful sound shook your chest until you felt how thick black tears ran down your cheeks and messed up the careful paint (white and all colours of the rainbow) on your face. You laughed.