The two of you walk in silence back to your shitty apartm- Er, home. Ya, that sounds just about motherfucking right. After waking back up in Tavros' lap, you decided that you were finally ready to leave now that the pain was just a dull throb. Tavros promised to take care of your wounds when you got home, but for now simply supported you as you walked, making sure you don't collapse out of no where from exerting too much effort. You mentally thank him for being such a nice little dude, but don't dare voice your gratitude yet. You need to save all the energy you can and focus on one step in front of the other. Ya, there ya go.
Thankfully, after a couple more minutes, the apartment complex comes into view. The dingy building no longer strikes you as horrendous: hell, it's even welcoming right now. Tavros escorts you inside and up the stairs, which you needed a little more help with, until finally you're standing in front of your apartment door. Tavros goes ahead and opens it for you, using the key he made for himself the other day. Practically carrying you at this point, Tavros helps you settle down on the bed before closing and locking the front down.
Despite having slept just a while ago, you find yourself extremely tired again. You're about to succomb to sleep when Tavros pulls your pants down around your ankles and pours something searingly painful onto your leg, causing you to scream bloody motherfucking murder. As soon as the pain starts to fade, something metallic enters your thigh and begins groping around. For what, you're not sure. All you're sure of is that screaming is the only course of action right now. That and thrashing around.
"Would you stop fucking moving and screaming! I'm trying to get the fucking bullet out, so just cut it out or I'll fucking tie and gag you god dammit!" Tavros shouts with a ferocity you've had glimpses of before. Needless to say, you do your best to shut up and stay still as he continues with his task. After what seems like hours of prodding around in your leg, he pulls out what you now see are tweezers, and between the prongs of them is a shiny grey bullet.
You let out a much-needed groan and twist your head to look at the time. The clock reads 4:37 pm in bright red letters, and you wish you'd checked the time before going under Tavros' operation. You watch as he absconds across the room, then comes back with what you think is a first aid kit. He opens it and pulls out some bandages and stiches, then pours some more of that scalding liquid on your wound. You shout, despite his earlier warning, but he ignores your disobedience in favor of stitching the large hole and wrapping the fabric around your thigh. After securing it in place with a piece of metal, he looks up at you and smiles.
"Now all I need to do is get the bullet out of your stomach," he informs you with a shit-eating grin, and you'd swear he was enjoying this. Cute little bastard. Before you can wonder whether or not this indicates sadism, Tavros is pulling your hoodie off and unwrapping his blood soaked sweater from your waist until you're clad in nothing but your boxers. On any other day, this'd be ideal, but since you're aware of what'll be coming next you kinda wish your clothes were still on.
Disregarding this wish, you brace yourself for the pain always brought on by that damn liquid. Soon it comes, and you manage to merely whimper in discomfort, which seems to satisfy your companion. Then he's back at it with those tweezers, removing the bullet a bit quicker this time, much to your relief. He takes the point of the needle and pierces your skin, continuing like this until the last wound is completely stitched up. Then there he goes again with the bandage, making you arch your back to he has access. When he's finally done, you plop back down and sigh loudly, happy as fuck that there's no more of THAT.
"I'll need to change your bandages daily, and probably pour more alcohol on the areas in a couple days just to make sure they don't get infected," he tells you, ruining your good mood. So that burning shit was alcohol, huh? How motherfucking UNmiraculous.
"Motherfuck Tav, why you gotta be doing all that to me?" you ask, hoping to guilt him into changing his mind. Unfortunately for you, he does not.
"Gotta make sure you're all healthy. Can't have you dying on me before we make ourselves official," he says with a bright smile that distracts you from the numbing sensation in the bandaged parts of your body. You can't help but smile back and reach your arms up, indicating that you wanna hold what's yours.
He gets the hit and lies down, head resting against your chest, wary of your wounds. You wrap an arm around him and pull him as close as physically possible, kissing the top of his head sweetly.
"Tavbabe, can I tell ya something?" you ask, somewhat unsure of yourself. Confessing your feelings wasn't something you'd ever done before, so you weren't entirely certain how to do this properly.
"Of course Gamz," he says in a cheery tone, using a nickname he'd never used for you before. You decide you like it, suddenly filled with the longing to admit how you feel towards him regardless of how it comes out.
"I think I up an' motherfuckin' love you or some shit," you say, obviously not dwelling on romantics. Despite your crude way of saying things, Tavros chuckles and kisses your bare chest before reciprocating with words of his own.
"I um.. I think I 'up and love you too'," he jokes, but you can tell he's sincere about loving you. You smile, content with how things are going, and suddenly you're super fucking grateful that Vriska got arrested. Hell, you don't even think you need weed anymore. Or, better yet, maybe you can get Tavbabe into it. Motherfuck yes, stoned sex. You smirk at your own life goal, but don't let on your plans to Tavros. He'd just have to wait to find out.
Alright so I realized a huge flaw in this story: it was written without a plot. Like, the sequence of events don't lead to anything that correlates with the story. There is simply no point. It's basically just documentation of Gamzee's life after meeting Tavros. That's literally it. Because of this, I'm going to end this story right here. Now, before you Gamtav fanatics have a conniption fit, just chill. Some time within the next couple months, I'll finally be starting something I've planned for awhile and never followed through on: Gamzee and Tavros playing out the Greek myth of Hades and Persephone. So ya, that'll eventually become a thing, although I won't give an exact date because admittedly I don't have one. Anyway, thanks for reading!