The Lost Get Found - 10(Human!GamzeexReader)

Gamzee felt like slamming his head against the table. He really did.

This….lying, no-good sack of steaming shit was claiming more damage than he had really been dealt. Claimed Gamzee tried to kill him and had attacked first. Said Disciple and (Y/n) were just lying to cover Gamzee’s ass because they were scared of him. The asshole wasn’t even dressed properly—he came in dressing like a thug, whereas Gamzee actually put an effort in his appearance. What? He’s been to court one too many times to know that appearance was everything.

He hadn’t ever really wanted to kill anyone before, but he was starting to get that feeling for this prick.

He could only be thankful he had one of the best lawyers available.

Kankri was calm, cool and collected; he had all the evidence he needed and the testimonies from the witnesses and had past cases on his side. The thug’s lawyer didn’t really even want to testify for his client—he already knew this case was over before it begun.

The trial took two and a half hours. Gamzee couldn’t feel his ass anymore and his back was stiff from the chair he had to sit in.

It seemed the judge had enough of the lies coming from the thug and his lawyer and finally let the jury go to decide the end of the trial. Gamzee was grateful because it meant he could stretch. He went outside of the courthouse for a smoke and fresh air.

“You know, those things will kill you.”

Gamzee looked over at (Y/n) as she approached him, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips as he dug for his lighter in his pocket. He smirked a little and pulled out his lighter, lighting his cigarette before taking a deep drag, holding it for a moment, before releasing it.

“I’ll take cigarettes to jail-time,” he said, sliding the lighter back into his pocket. (Y/n) rolled her eyes a little. Gamzee eyed her from the corner of his eye.

She was dressed in a black pencil skirt that reached her knees, showing off her long legs, and a white button-down blouse that was tucked into the skirt. She looked like a school teacher with her hair pulled back in a neat bun and her glasses perched on her nose. She raised her brows at his staring.

“Yes?”

Gamzee smirked and flicked his ashes.

“I like the school teacher get-up, kitten. Could be fun for a role-play,” he teased and she blushed, scowling at him.

“Honestly, Gamzee?”

“What? I’m just saying it’s pretty sexy. You should wear skirts more often.”

“Not going to happen. I hate skirts or dresses of any kind. The only reason I’m wearing this damned thing is because I don’t have any dress pants,” she scowled.

“Should have worn heels too, instead of those flats.”

“Not no, but hell no.”

“Aw, you’re no fun, kitten,” Gamzee chuckled, placing the cigarette between his lips again, digging in his pocket again.

(Y/n) looked at Gamzee, her frown fading as she took him in. He wore a pair of clean, brand-new jeans and black loafers. His black, long-sleeved button-up was tucked in and ironed, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair was clean and brushed back from his face, the loose curls framing his sharp face. He had even taken out his piercings, though there was nothing he could do for the scars across his face.
He…really looked quite handsome.

(Y/n) blinked when she realized he was addressing her.

“What?”

“I said are you hungry?”

“Oh…a little, why?”

“Here,” he handed her a couple of dollars. “There’s a couple of vending machines. Find yourself something to sate that hunger for a little bit and I’ll take you out to lunch after this whole deal’s over with. Sound like a plan?”

(Y/n) blinked at him in surprise. Was he….asking her out?

“Before you ask, yes, kitten, I am actually asking you out on a lunch date,” Gamzee said, his eyes sparkling with humor. She blushed a little.

“…yeah, alright. Sounds like a plan,” she replied and he smiled. Damn him for being so damn good-looking!

“By the way, (Y/n)….thanks. For, you know…the past couple of weeks and putting forth your testimonies. You could have been like everyone else and just stayed quiet,” he said, blowing a smoke ring.

“You don’t need to thank me, Gamzee,” she said softly. “Anyone with any heart would have done it, especially since you did nothing wrong. I did it because you’re my friend, Gamzee, and that’s all that’s really needed.”

“…is a friend all I am to you?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. (Y/n) hesitated for a moment.

“…well, if you were, I don’t believe I would have agreed to a lunch date,” she said and his indigo eyes caught hers. He smiled again and dropped his cigarette, snuffing it out before he pushed off the pillar he had been leaning against.

(Y/n) watched him a little warily as he approached her, standing in front of her. She had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye; even with her 5’9 frame, he easily towered over her. He looked at her for a moment, before he reached up and gently brushed his fingers against her cheek and jaw, looking in her eyes as if he was searching for something.

Gamzee seemed to be thinking about something, before he leaned down towards her and she closed her eyes. She felt soft lips brush against her forehead and felt his warm breath on her skin, before he pulled away. She opened her eyes to look at him again as he pulled back, smiling a little. Was that…was that a blush on his cheeks?

(Y/n) couldn’t help but smile as she took note of that. So even Gamzee Makara could feel some embarrassment. Cute.

Gamzee glanced at the courthouse door, seeing Kankri waving at him and he nodded.

“Come on. They’ve came to a decision,” he murmured, turning to head back up the steps. He paused when he felt a soft hand take his and he looked back at (Y/n), who was blushing deeply and avoiding his gaze. He smiled and gently squeezed her hand, before walking to the door, (Y/n) following with her hand in his.