This one's a little short, just so you know... It's Gamzee/Aradia for a guest by the name of DreamingofDerse. This is a cool pairing! I might write a one-shot for this again some other time :)
His eyes fluttered shut, closed out the outside world, let his thoughts wander. He'd killed his own dream self a long time ago just for the heck of it, so he was wandering in the middle of one of his favourite dream bubbles.
He was sitting with all the trolls, before the whole game had begun, and they were all just chatting about nothing. Eridan was hitting on Feferi. Sollux and Aradia were having fun talking. Nepeta was telling Equius about all her favourite ships. Karkat was yelling at everybody.
Wait a minute… Aradia wasn't there. What the motherfucking fuck? I could have motherfucking sworn she was there.
Oh. Of course.
"Long time no see, Makara," she smiled from behind him, all dolled up in her god tier outfit. "You look wonderful as usual."
"And you."
She smiled. Unbeknownst to everybody, they had recently started a matespritship, and they were actually quite happy together.
They did share a common interest, after all.
Death.
"What should we do before the party breaks up?" Aradia said, taking his hand.
Gamzee grinned. "I think a good motherfucking painting party is in motherfucking order."
There was one thing he truly loved to do in dreams, the one thing he couldn't do in real life. He didn't want to lose his friends again. This was the way to do it.
He held Aradia's hand tightly in his. This was one of the reasons she loved him. He loved destruction as much as she did. And the one thing she truly loved to do, she couldn't do in real life. She couldn't do it where other trolls could see. Only Gamzee Makara. Because he understood.
He understood everything.
Gamzee dived at the trolls, breaking their necks, clawing at them, spraying blood everywhere. There were so many screams, so many beautiful screams. Aradia looked on in fascination, finishing off jobs every once in a while, smiling all the while.
"Motherfucking miracles," she smiled.
"Isn't it motherfucking beautiful, sis? Do you wanna paint a picture?"
"Of course!" All the death, all the death, it was so amazing… she was free with him. She always was.
They painted themselves on the walls, in all the different colours of the rainbow. Except for Aradia's dark red.
Aradia knew he would never harm her. She knew she was all he really had. He adored Karkat, but he could never share this part of himself like he did with her. That was just the way it worked.
That was the way it would always work.