Homestuck x reader

Metamorphosis (Gamzee x reader) part 1

(Warning: usage of weed. Oh, who am I kidding? This is Gamzee, there was bound to be narcotics. Also, there is a bit of blood.)

When you opened the door to the house, you were hoping that Gamzee would come to greet you, hug you, kiss you, help carry in the groceries. But sadly, that wasn't what met your eyes. There was smoke coming from the kitchen, the alarm beeping, and so much crashing you would've thought you were being ransacked by an army.

You dropped the bags, rushed into the kitchen, and found him running back and forth, to the flaming stove, to the sink and then trying to hit the alarm button with a broom handle. He was muttering 'shit' over and over again, mantra like. He didn't even see you.

You, however, calmly went over to the corner of the wall, and found a small switch. You flipped it, and the ceiling sprinklers came on. The fire hissed and died down. Gamzee looked up at the ceiling in astonishment.

"How the motherfuck-..." his eyes landed on you and his mouth split into a wide grin.

"Hey! It's my lil cutie! Back from, uh, wherever you went to?" Gamzee held his arms wide open for you to run into a hug. But you weren't in the mood for hugs.

"Gamzee," you said, keeping your voice calm. "What did I say before I went out?"

"Uhhh," he furrowed his brows, raking his brain. "Something about... umm..." he scratched the back of his neck and laughed. "Sorry, (Name), looks my memories decided to be up and motherfucking gone out somewhere."

"I said to not start cooking until I got back." You wanted to yell. You wanted to rant. Just as you were about to, Gamzee hung his head slightly, his grin melting.

"Aw, I'm sorry, (Name). After you left, I was taking a drag, then I thought, 'I should make us some motherfucking dinner for when (Name) gets back from the motherfucking land she went off to! That'll be bitchtits amazing!... Guess I left the butter on too long, cuz it motherfucking went up! And first I was like 'oh shit! That's motherfucking lit!' then the alarm started going off and smoke and motherfucking water started coming down and it's just like a damn miracle! And... and..." the excited look was extinguished when he remembered that it would've been much worse had you not arrived home.

"I'm sorry, (Name)."

You couldn't stay mad at Gamzee. You went towards him and wrapped your arms around his skinny abdomen. He smelled like weed and smoke, but you were used to that. You could feel his bones poking you. In the past, you'd tried to bake as many confections as you could to try and fatten him up, but it seemed his metabolism wouldn't allow it.

You tried to go up on tiptoe to kiss him, but couldn't reach. He didn't kneel down, he simply stood there, already zoning out with his arms around you. Having a 6'5 boyfriend had it's perks, and it's downsides.

"Gamzee?"

"Hm?" he snapped out of his haze.

"Could you bend down for a minute?"

"Sure motherfucking thi-"

You cut him off with a peck on the lips. It took him a second to understand what had happened, but when he got it, he grinned, wrapped his arms around under your arms, and picked you up.

"I got ingredients for your favorite, Gamzee. Chicken curry." you said.

"Oh shit yeah!"

After cleaning up the smoldering mess, you got to work, giving Gamzee simple tasks, which he didn't seem to mind at all. He spent most of the time seated at the table, staring into the corner, the usual glazed look about him.

When you'd first met Gamzee, because he was Indian, you'd assumed he was vegetarian and you'd only made dishes to serve that purpose. Then one day he came home with bags overflowing with chicken nuggets, proudly proclaiming that he'd emptied out the local Chick-fil-a and you realized you'd been wrong.

When you were done and the rich, spicy scent of chicken curry drifted about the kitchen (overpowering the scent of burned butter and smoke), Gamzee perked up, coming out of his trance.

"It smells mighty ninjalicious up in this bitch!"

"Glad you like it, love." you replied, smiling gently.

~~~~~

After dinner, you and Gamzee lay in bed, you curled up, facing away from him, and he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling with his dark, glazed eyes.

"Night, Gamzee."

"Good motherfucking night, my lil monkey buns bitch."

'The fuck?' you thought before flipping off the lamp. But you should've known he would say at least one thing to confound you that day. Sleep welcomed you with open arms and you immediately fell into comfortable darkness.

Gamzee, however, didn't go down that easy. He lay awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking. He wished he could've saved you the annoyance of having to clean up his mess. Again. He sat up and examined you in the moonlight. Already asleep.

'Aw,' he thought. 'Done tuckered herself out, huh?'

Gamzee flopped into his original position, making his thoughts fade out. It felt nice to push all the unpleasant thoughts out of his head. But, as most unpleasant things do, they came back to haunt him. He sat up once again and rubbed his eyes. Gamzee swung his long legs over the side of the bed and got up. He lumbered to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

The bathroom had two sinks, with two drawers on either side of both, which was a good thing for you and Gamzee. You kept most of your self maintenance and cosmetics in your drawers. Gamzee's side seemed simple enough. In one drawer, it was filled with backup toothbrushes and toothpastes, but in the other drawer, at first glance, it looked the same as the other drawer. But anyone who took the time to dig deep into the pile was sure to find a plastic bag filled with blunts.

~~~~~

Gamzee was about to light it up when he remembered the last time he had smoked in the bathroom. You had gotten annoyed when scented candles, Febreze, even scrubbing the entire place down couldn't cover up the smoky scent. He didn't like seeing you annoyed. You didn't yell at him, but when he got near you, your tension seemed to be contagious.

He lowered the blunt and sighed. Then got up and exited the bathroom, going down the stairs as quietly as he could, and out the front door.

The moon was full and bright, making everything look like it was covered in silver snow. Gamzee always thought it looked especially miraculous when the moon was full. He could go for walks and see everything perfectly. Sometimes, when you couldn't sleep, you came along with him.

As he strolled absently towards the woods across from the house, Gamzee could remember the first time you had come with him. You had walked for what seemed liked hours, Gamzee fondly watching you as your (e/c) eyes shimmered, reflecting the moon when you looked up at him. You had been speechless at the ethereal wonderland everything had become.

Gamzee became so lost in the memory that he lost track of time and kept walking, going farther and farther and farther from the house and deeper and deeper into the woods. The nearest neighbor was miles away, so he didn't have to worry about wandering onto somebodies property.

He also didn't have to worry about the wildlife. Because when he was little, he couldn't remember it well, due to it being right before he was introduced to his medications (that were not weed), but... something about... perhaps... playing with the wildlife? Yes. He wanted to and was going to call it that and remember it as that.

Gamzee, now 21 years old, didn't want to remember 14 years ago. He couldn't remember exactly what he had done to the baby raccoons and stray cats he had found out in the woods, but... he remembered walking back to the house at least once a week and having to wash the blood and fur from his hands before his dad or brother got home. Gamzee shook his head. He didn't want to remember what he had done to them at all. Now, he found that animals were pretty sweet. (Name) absolutely loved them. If she found out was his early childhood hobby had been...

Anyway, the wildlife of the forest had learned that when they sighted a human with dark curly hair, they needed to get the hell away and keep their distance before something awful happened to them.

~~~~~

As Gamzee strolled, he hummed something off-beat under his breath and finally decided to light up the blunt. As he smoked and walked, he noticed a second too late that everything was getting brighter. A whistling met his ears, suddenly escalating to a ear-piercing shriek.

Gamzee covered his ears as something large crashed through the trees, went over his head, and slammed into the ground with so much force, he was thrown backward. The last thing he registered was the crack of a tree trunk against his head, and everything went black.

~~~~~

"Mother... fuck..." he groaned. He tried to open his eyes, but everything hurt. His vision faded in and out, fuzzy then clear. His head throbbed and everything seemed to both ache and be on fire.

"...Hou...se..." he mumbled. It took a long time, but he was able to stand, albeit swaying. He had to get to the house. God, he hurt.

Gamzee staggered for what seemed like forever. He wasn't even sure if he was going the right way. Until he stumbled into a clearing. He blinked and squinted, trying not to fall back on his ass. There was the house. He groaned and started for it.

The moon was hanging over it like a giant indicator sign. If Gamzee'd had all his thoughts together, he would've wondered how long he'd been knocked out.

~~~~~

Everything looked normal, but you had the familiar weightless, bodiless feeling when one dreamt. You lay in bed. Perhaps not even bed, just floating? You looked around lazily. Everything was normal. Everything was fine. Everything was-