I've always wanted to try my hand at a steampunk story and I really like this idea I'm working on so here it is :3

Summery: Tavros never expected to fly in the sky like many of the others, not with his condition. But could a strange clown man from the sky change that for him?

Warning: AU, mix of humans and trolls, steampunk, pirates, cussing, typical stuff, who knows what else will be in this story

Pairings: Gamzee/Tavros (of course), still working on figuring out the other couples for this

I own nothing, just the plot and the steampunk designs for the characters

NOTE! Trolls live along side humans, but are not always accepted in society. They are considered second-class citizens, who are usually stuck with the jobs most people do not want and are given low pay. But this depends on their blood. Those of a higher blood color are respected and allowed to be on the same level as humans. Those in the low blood colors part of the system are worse off.

On with the fic!

Makara's Flying Miracles

Chapter One: Sky Clown

"Tavros, quit daydreaming and help me with this."

"C-coming Dirk..!"

A young gray-skinned man, hair in a messy mohawk, wheeled his four-wheeled device towards the blond in dark glasses, working at a table, a robotic device on it. The troll, one Tavros Nitram, placed the tool box on the table for the blond, Dirk Strider.

Who are these people? Well, Tavros is our main character my dear readers, he is the most important character in this story, well, aside from another young man, but you won't see him until a bit later.

Tavros Nitram, age nineteen, is a young troll who has a powerful imagination but a very weak personality. He had always been like that, nervous around others, unable to stop the stutter in his voice and the shyness that surrounded him. Tavros couldn't explain why he was like this, but there was nothing he could do about it all, just as he could not change the brown color of his blood or make his horns smaller and lighter. Damn things, messing up his balance at times.

Aside from the shyness and nervousness, Tavros was rather smart and creative, and his imagination was unmatched. He always had ideas, always drawing out said ideas and perfecting his work. He wanted things to be spectacular, to be great. The boy was also a dreamer, he loved to day dream of being able to soar in the sky on a flying machine, all by himself.

However...

That was nothing more then a dream, for he was handicapped, unable to walk due to an accident as a child. You needed to stand to fly, that was what he had always been told by his friends and professional fliers he had met. He only flew on transportation ships, but they were not the same, the brown-blood wanted to control the flying, to be able to move through the wind by his own hands.

Oh well, even if he couldn't be a flier like he wanted to be, he was fine being an assistant to the mechanics he worked for, fixing ships, robots, and devices. The blond man, well, that was his human boss. Dirk Strider, a strange human who always wore those dark glasses and had an... odd interest in puppets, was a really cool guy and was good at building robots. He really enjoyed it and you could see it in his work.

"Thanks kid." Dirk said, reaching into the tool box, pulling out a screwdriver. "Where are Equius and Nepeta?"

"Oh... uhh... I think they are still trying to repair that broken automobile from the other day. L-last I heard, it kinda... uhh... the engine exploded."

Dirk glanced at him and sighed. "Did Equius try to remove it?"

Tavros nodded and Dirk let out a curse. Poor Equius Zahhak, he was a troll with anger issues and a strength that went unmatched. The blue-blood had the problem of usually denting or destroying things by accident or when he was angered. Luckily he had Nepeta Leijon, a young olive-blood troll girl who loved cats, to help him. They were moirails after all and moirails always stuck together and helped each other.

"Oh well, I'm sure we can fix it, like we usually have to." Dirk was nice enough to put up with the trolls, he was one of those rare humans who didn't give a shit about the difference between humans and trolls, he just did whatever he wanted to do. Because he's cool and ironic like that, or some shit like that, it was hard to tell.

"Do you need my help for anything else D-Dirk?" Tavros asked, glancing at his boss.

"Nah, you can go do... umm... whatever it is you do when you're not in here." The blond human waved him away, going back to work. Tavros shrugged and wheeled himself out of the room, heading outside of the shop.

The shop was outside of the city, it was better that way. They kept a junk yard and a large garage by the shop. Actually, there was more to the repair shop as well, it was also the home of the four mechanics. Dirk and Equius took in Tavros years ago, before his accident. Nepeta came to them during a terrible storm, she had been lost in the bad weather and Equius took a strong attatchment to the young girl and they became instant friends.

There use to be others at the shop, it became a bit of a shelter for lost trolls. Dirk, and his younger brother Dave, took in several trolls before they went off on their own. They all still keep in contact, hell, they were all in the city and would come to visit. But Tavros, Equius and Nepeta decided to stay, they felt comfortable at their home and loved it there, they were not judged and they were kept safe.

But Tavros also stayed for the scenery. They lived by a cliff side that looked over the ocean and it was always a pleasure to see the water. Down the hill of the cliff was a beautiful field, with rusting steam-powered devices dotted around the landscape. When he was younger, the mohawked boy would play on those devices with his troll and human friends, but now he only did it on occassion with the olive-blood girl.

Tavros went down the ramp connected to the front door and looked about, what a lovely day. He smelt the sea air in the breeze and sighed softly, it was going to be a good day, he just knew it. Heck, he was so at peace that he hadn't noticed the loud metallic explosion from the garage. That was normal, Nepeta made something explode again, best to ignore it, Dirk or Equius had it covered.

He rolled down the small trail, looking for his favorite spot, a large oak tree. It was huge and covered in painted and pre-colored glass bottles and jars. One summer, Nepeta came up with the crazy idea and had all the trolls, Dave, Dirk, and their human friends paint clear bottles and gather colored-glass ones and hang them from the tree. All the trolls picked bottles to paint as their blood color, the humans picked their favorite colors. It was a beautiful sight of rainbow glass. They've been up their for years, it's amazing how none have ever fallen off.

Getting to the tree, Tavros parked his wheelchair and slipped out of it, moving to sit under the tree. He could see the beach and ocean from where he was sitting and in the distance he could see the grand city. He never cared to go there, but sometimes he liked to just for a little trip to buy nice things. Dirk usually went there with Nepeta to go shopping, Tavros and his blue-blooded friend usually stayed at the repair shop.

The calm air and feeling of the day made Tavros yawn and he closed his eyes, drifting off into his dreamworld of flying through the air and having the ability to use his legs once more.

A sudden urge to open his eyes and be alert made the young troll wake up with a start. He looked around, trying to see what made him wake up. A moment, that was all it took for him to see something falling out of the sky.

It looked to be a steamship, part of the front was on fire and same for one of the back engines. It was coming down fast, toward the beach. Tavros quickly got into his chair and rushed to the beach as fast as he could, it would be terrible if anyone on that air ship was hurt!

He reached the beach, having to go down the trail from the cliff to the shore which was down a hill, a speed boast for him, just as the burning ship slammed right into the sand with a loud crash. Tavros winced, hearing the sound before he carefully made his way over.

The ship was damaged but the ocean water it had landed into had mostly put out the large flames. Tavros saw that the front was ruined, same with the back, but the middle seemed alright. But that's when he noticed on the small ship, it looked like it could hold maybe four people, a body.

"Oh no...!" The brown-blood moved as fast as he could and got to the ship. "Sir! Are you alright?!" Tavros yelled, reaching out and grabbing at the other, pulling him out of the ship and dropping him on the sand. Thank Gog for his upper body strength. When the man hit the sand, several loud honking sounds came from him person.

Blinking, brown-eyes looked at the person now on the sand. It was a troll, a male troll. He was dressed in a strange suit of black and indigo. The pants were covered in spots and his jacket was covered in horns and pocket watches, well, that explained the honks. His hair was black and all over the place and on his face was white and gray makeup. Tavros could see that he was breathing a bit, he must have passed out or was knocked out during the crash.

He frowned, what could he do? Should he pick him up? "Umm... maybe I should get Equius or Dirk..." He mumbled, but he didn't want to leave this poor guy all by himself. Tavros looked at the ship, the fire was put out and he could see the damage better. Yeah... there was no way in hell that thing was gonna fly any time soon, not without being worked on, and that might take a few weeks.

He noticed that there were things on the ship, luckily mostly undamaged items, just a few scorch marks, nothing too serious. He could ask one of the others to get those for this knocked out man, but right now Tavros had a job to do. Reaching down, Tavros carefully lifted up the other troll.

Okay... this wasn't going well, this guy was heavy! Shit, he looked really thin but damn was he heavy...! It took almost ten minutes for Tavros to get this guy on his lap, the whole time he was still knocked out. Once on Tavros' lap and hanging over his shoulder a bit, the lowblood noticed that the man had a cut on his head, indigo blood dripping down the side of his face. 'A high-blood...' He thought as he started to make his was back to the shop.

The extra weight on the chair made it difficult for Tavros to get through the soft sand but somehow, by the grace of Gog and the wonderful work of Dirk, the chair made it to the trail and he started the difficult trip uphill.

It took almost twenty minutes of painful work to get back to the shop and Tavros had lost all his energy by the time he got to the door. He'd have to rely on one of the others to help. "D-Dirk...! Equ-Equius...! Nepeta...! HELP!" He yelled as he panted, laying back on the chair.

A small sigh came from the sleeping man, making Tavros blink. The man shifted a little, his arms lazily hugging Tavros. He gulped, blushing a bit. A moment later the door opened, the tall blue-blood looked down, surprised.

"Tavros... who is this?" Equius asked, his tone stiff as usual.

"I-I watched his ship crash into the beach, come on, let's... uhh... let's take him to my room, patch him up... yeah, then go check his ship..." The smaller troll stuttered out, looking up at the other. "Can you help...?"

Equius looked down at him before giving a nod and easily picked up the indigo-blood. "B-be careful...!" Tavros squeaked as he watched the older man take the other away. Tavros sighed and called for Nepeta to follow him to the beach, hearing a squeal come from inside of the shop somewhere.

His head hurt, so did his back, and his left arm hurt the most. This pain was so motherfucking painful, totally not a miracle...

Indigo eyes opened, blinking as they adjusted to the light. The first thing this man, one Gamzee Makara, saw was a strange mobile, made up of little copper ships of different designs and models. The ceiling had stars and clouds painted all over it, small metal faerie looking toys also hung from the ceiling, scattered about.

It was rather cute, Gamzee smiled a bit. This was a really motherfucking awesome room. He continued to glance around, seeing a bookshelf, covered in so many different books of different colors and sizes, next to it was a work desk, covered in blue prints and pieces of metal of different types. There looked to be a dresser, a flight cap and goggles were on top of it. Whoever owned this room really liked flying, Gamzee liked that.

As he continued to glance, he finally looked right to his side and saw someone sitting there, asleep. The indigo-blooded man looked at the sleeping figure. He was a troll, obviously, with a cute mohawk cut. He was handicapped it seem due to the four wheeled-device he was sitting in, a book placed on his lap. Was this the owner of this room? He hoped so, only someone as cute looking as him could have such an interesting look place.

Gamzee stared at him, he looked... familiar... OH! He remembered him! Gamzee had woken up to someone screaming and had looked at this other troll for only a brief moment before he passed out again. Did this boy... save him? A small sound came from the bull-horned troll and he yawned, stretching, having not noticed Gamzee was awake.

A grin came to the clown-faced man's lips. "HONK!"

A startled yell came from the other boy and he turned, his brown-eyes wide and a hand clutched at his shirt. "O-oh my Gog...! You scared...! You're awake..!"

The other chuckled, smiling brightly at him. "Did you motherfucking save my life bro?"

The other blinked, confused by the way he spoke but shrugged. "Y-yes... I did, I'm Tavros Nitram."

"Gamzee Makara." Gamzee grinned, going to sit down before groaning in pain, falling back on the bed.

Tavros frowned, helping him down. "You should be careful, you suffered some pretty bad injuries Mr. Makara... You... uhh... got a small concussion, bruised your back, I think you might have... umm... cracked a rib or two, and your arm is broken..."

Gamzee looked at his arm, it was in a sling. "Oh fuck, that sucks. Do you know what I did to get this fucked up?"

"I don't really know... I saw your ship falling from the sky, it was on fi-!" Before Tavros' knew it, his arm was gripped tightly by Gamzee's hand, a wild, panicked look on the other's face.

"MY SHIP! My flying miracle! Oh shit, is it motherfucking gone!?" The taller troll looked so distress, a total change from the happy look he had moments ago.

The mohawked haired boy shook his head. "N-no...! It's still around, just beaten up pretty badly...! My friends will... uhh... fix it for you, don't worry... please let go of my arm, that really hurts..." He winced, knowing he was oging to have a nice, dark bruise from that tight grip. He felt a tear of pain come down his cheek, Gamzee was very strong.

The other troll stared at him before he let go, his face relaxing so quickly. "Oh that is so bitchtits right there..." He sighed in relief, laughing a bit. "What about my stuff? Is that okay?"

Tavros nodded, rubbing his arm. "All your stuff is okay, my friend and I brought it all in..." He pointed towards a small pile of items, all the items that Gamzee had on his ship. Gamzee grinned before glancing at the other, feeling sorry for grabbing him and apologized. Tavros smiled a little and waved him off. "It's alright..."

"Sorry, I can'r afford to lose any of the shit on Flying Miracle." He sighed, his poor ship was damaged, and he had a pretty good idea who could have done it... he paused, noticing he had balled his hand into a fist, no, no... can't have anger, gotta stay calm. He glanced at Tavros, watching him put the book he had been reading back on the shelf. He calmed down, watching the boy.

"Thanks for saving this motherfucker Tavbro." Gamzee grinned brightly, looking at Tavros who turned, blinking.

"Oh... umm... you're welcome." He smiled back, and Gamzee chuckled before yawning and relaxing into the bed. "You should rest, you did suffer some p-pretty bad injuries..."

"Ah sure, no problem."

"I'll be back in to wake you up for dinner, alright?" Tavros mumbled as he headed for the door. Gamzee nodded and shut his eyes, falling back to sleep. The brown-blood looked at the now-sleeping man and he smiled a bit, well, this was really... random.

It wouldn't be the last of the random moments brought on by this Gamzee Makara character.

TBC

Don't worry, it will get more steampunk-ish later, this is just the start.

By the way, if there is a pairing you want to see, do tell. I'm interested in see what other pairings I could try for this story.

Please review, this is all new to me and I would love to know how I'm doing. (By the way, if you review, I'll update faster~)