Do you believe in fairies? (GamTav)

AUs: Fairy!Tavros, Tavros isn't paraplegic

terminallyCapricious [TC] started trolling adiosToreador at 18:22

TC: HeY TaVbRo :o)

AT: uHH, hEY gAMZEE, }:o)

TC: AwW LoOk aT ThAt, YoU'Ve gOt mY NoSe.

TC: AnYwAy, MaYbE I ShOuLd mOtHeRfUcKiNg cRaSh aT YoUr pLaCe fOr a fEw dAyS

TC: We cAn pLaY HiDe aNd sEeK

TC: ThRoW SiCk rHyMeS

TC: AnD MaYbE M

TC: ...

AT: gAMZEE?

AT: aRE YOU, oKAY?

TC: Aw, DoN'T WoRrY AbOuT It bRo!

TC: I JuSt mOtHeRfUcKiNg cAuGhT MySeLf aT ThE LaSt MiNuTe

AT: uHHH, oKAY, sURE

AT: yOU CAN COME OVER,

TC: GrEaT :o)

TC: AlRiGhT, i'm oN My mOtHeRfUcKiNg wAy nOw

AT: oKAY, cOOL,

TC: HoNk

terminallyCapricious [TC] ceased trolling adiosToreador at 18:27

Tavros leaned back and looked at his chair. He didn't really have anything to do tonight, so why not have his best friend spend the night? Yes... "Best friend"... Wait, why was he dwelling on that now? Augh, nevermind that, Tavros had to get ready!

Tavros bolted up from his chair to dash to change out of his pajamas and into normal clothes. He took off his shirt and gazed in annoyance at the things on his back. He stared at strap on the dresser in dismay before reluctantly pulling it around his upper back and clicking it together. He flinched, he hated wearing this thing, but he would probably get more than a few weird looks if he didn't.

He finished getting on proper clothes and headed to the meal block, deciding to make something. But what to make, what to make... Sandwiches? Might as well ask.

He returned to his computer to ask, hoping Gamzee had his phone on him.

adiosToreador started trolling terminallyCapricious [TC] at 18:39

AT: uH, hEY, gAMZEE?

AT: dO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE SOME PB&JS OR SOMETHING?

TC: SuRe mOtHeRfUcKeR!

AT: gREAT,

adiosToreador ceased trolling terminallyCapricious [TC] at 18:40

Tavros walked back into the meal block and got out the bread, then the grape jelly and peanut butter. He got a butter knife as well and began to put it all together.

Just as he finished, there was a knock on the door. "I'll be right there!" he called, putting up the things he had used and putting the sandwiches on paper nutrition plateaus.

Leaving the sandwiches on the meal block counter he walked to the door and opened it, revealing his best friend's hunched form. "Sup Tavbro," Gamzee greeted, the ever-constant rumble behind his voice. Tavros smiled, replying with a "Hey Gamz," before inviting him to come inside. He did.

Gamzee looked around lazily before Tavros walked past him, saying, "Come on, the meal block's this way." Gamzee smiled and followed.

"Nice motherfuckin' place you got here," Gamzee remarked. Tavros handed one of the plates to him before replying, "It's cozy."

Now, in some friendships you might notice that the two participants of the friendship in question may need to keep up conversation in order to stay interested in their time together. For instance if they were watching a movie, or eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, an awkward silence may fall over them, and they might just be sitting there, avoiding eye contact, desperately searching for something to keep the conversation up, because they have nothing to say, and don't want the other to hate them.

Or maybe that's just my experience. I don't really have a lot of friends.

But in the case of Gamzee and Tavros, this was not true. They were the type of friends who could just sit in a room together, not saying anything, and still have a good time. And that's exactly what they were doing just now.

They just simply sat there until they finished their food and tossed the remains in the dross coffer (which is a trash can I think).

Afterwards they participated in a number of activities, such as throwing some unbelievably awful sick fires, playing Fiduspawn, so on and so forth, until they seemingly had nothing much left to do. So they sat on the floor of Tavros' respiteblock for a moment, and thought.

They had been having so much fun, Tavros realized, that he had completely forgotten about his problem. He wanted so desperately to show him, to spill out everything he had been feeling. He hadn't even really spoken to his lusus about it very much, and he just wanted to tell someone, to get it off his chest, to, to, to...

"So... What's motherfuckin next?" Gamzee suddenly broke the silence, and Tavros' thoughts.

"I... Really don't know, actually," Tavros replied, pausing before finally continuing with, "All the sandwiches are eaten, all the sick fires are thrown, all the Oogonibombs are hatched and host plushes impregnated..." He stopped.

Should he tell him?

The thought struck Tavros like a lance. He started shaking and breathing more heavily just thinking about it. What would Gamzee think? Would he think he was weird? Would he not want to talk to him anymore? Would he leave?

Would he hate him?

"Tavros!"

Said troll gasped and stared at the person who had called his name, panting. Gamzee was staring back, looking extremely worried. "Tav, are you okay? You were shaking like a motherfuckin leaf."

Tavros steadied his breathing and bit his lip, looking away. He realized that, if he never told Gamzee, tension between them would just grow and grow until it was unbearable.

He took a deep breath and stood up.

"Gamzee, there's something that I really need to show you."

Said juggalo tilted his head in confusion. "Okay, motherfuckin show me, brother."

Tavros bit his lip again and swallowed. He turned around, lifting up his shirt a bit. He just barely caught a glimpse of Gamzee's face gaining a heavy indigo hue to it in the mirror.

He reached under his shirt and undid the strap, tossing it to the floor. He finished taking off his shirt and the objects on his back spread out to their full size.

Wings.

A pair of large bronze colored, fairy-like wings resting on the similarly bronze-blooded troll's back, sparkling in what little moonlight streamed through the window and fluttering a bit every now and then.

Tavros waited for a scream, or a disgusted look, but it never came.

Instead, Gamzee stood, walked forward, and barely ghosted the tips of the wings with his fingers.

"Motherfuckin beautiful," Gamzee breathed.

Tavros felt his face heat up, turning his head a bit. He was used to being called a freak. Mutant. Peasant. But Gamzee didn't mind?

"Y-you... Really... Think so...?"

The highblood walked in front of his lowblood best friend and smiled, hugging him tightly.

"Of course I do. And, I motherfuckin have something to show you too."

Tavros wrapped his arms around Gamzee as well. "Okay, what is it?"

Now it was Gamzee's turn to take a breath, and bite his lip.

He pulled away from their embrace just long enough to kiss Tav right on the lips.

Tavros' eyes widened, realizing that Gamzee's lips were on his, his arms around his waist. And he also realized, he enjoyed the feeling. It just felt so right.

He started to kiss back, and pressed himself against the taller troll, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Gamzee smiled into the kiss.

After a few moments Tavros surprisingly initiated a deeper kiss, tugging at Gamzee's bottom lip playfully. They both opened their mouths, tongues swirling and writhing at each other. When they finally broke apart for air, a thin string of saliva connected their mouths as they simply got lost in each other's eyes.

Gamzee finally said, "Tav, would you up and do me a motherfuckin honor, and fill my red quadrant?"

Tavros smiled.

"I'd love to, Gamzee."