Dave/Karkat - Anger Issues

I write shitty fanfictions as well sometimes, for the kink meme except it’s not actually kinky. They wanted someone being ridiculously angry and then being calmed down by Karkat.

If anyone knows how the fuck colour codes work in a text post TELL ME.

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It wasn’t all that unusual for Dave to come home with cuts and bruises after visiting Karkat’s moirail. They had begun to extend past the ‘honeymoon’ phase of kismesistude though, so more often than not it would be a bruised pride that followed the human home than anything more extreme.

When Dave came home looking like he had just spent the better part of the last hour trying to open the door with his face, that was unusual. When he shoved Karkat away for trying to get a better look at the extent of his injures, that was confusing. When he made not a single comment, ‘ironic’ or otherwise, about why he was so beaten up, that was downright worrying.

Karkat didn’t try getting any closer, not really for his sake but because Dave had clearly needed space if he was going to push him away. There was no indication that Dave even realised that he had done that, he just stood in front of the door, silent and bleeding. Even from here it was clear that wasn’t the result of any sort of kismesis duel, the passion and care taken in causing them was nowhere to be seen, these were rough and thoughtless.

After what felt like hours of staring Dave finally made his way to sit on the couch next to his not-quite-matesprit, he still didn’t acknowledge his presence. With the question left hanging in the air anyway  Karkat thought he may as well voice it.

“What in the name of whatever god is currently trying to watch over us and failing horrendously happened to you?”

Dave’s face twitched into a barely perceptible grimace before returning to it’s normal passive expression. His voice was more noticeably affected, coming out strained and sharp as he simply said ‘a fight.’

It took all the self restraint Karkat had to stop himself from rolling his eyes and reminding Dave that he did, in fact, have eyes, instead he continued to question. “What could you have possibly said to him for Gamzee to fly off his handle  and punch you up this badly?”

If it wasn’t for the fact that he was sitting right next to him at the time Karkat would never have believed it, Dave had growled at that question, a deep guttural sound that was not at all what you wanted to hear from someone who was supposed to pity you. Fighting the instinctive urge to react to the aggressive action with one of his own, he waited for an explanation.

It wasn’t terribly long before finally ‘self defense’ was  gritted out from between the blonde boy’s teeth. That was probably one of the only answers that wasn’t expected, Dave wasn’t exactly filled with emotion at the best of times, for him to throw the first punch something drastic must have occurred from Gamzee’s end of things.

“What did he say to you?”

An amalgam of the previous few minutes occurred and this time much more pronounced. His face contorted into a grimace of rage and he let out another short burst of a growl, his hands clenching into fists and remaining there. “Talked shit about  Bro,” he finally managed to spit out, the first couple of attempts to speak resulting in nothing but him snapping his mouth shut angrily again.

Even now Dave still refused to let people talk about his brother, someone talking badly about him was essentially a signed suicide note.  Small droplets of blood were gathering on Dave’s hands where he managed to spit open the skin with his fingernails, Karkat grabbed the human’s wrist and stared over at him after glancing down at the bright red rivulets forming.

“Dave.” He didn’t need any more than that one word, all the implication was loaded into the single, forceful syllable. Dave loosed his hands, splaying his fingers outwards and away from his sliced up palm, his face returned to the forced passivity usual of him, albeit with a slight scowl. In complete silence Karkat grabbed the other boy’s arm, pulling him up off the couch and into the bathroom with him, no sounds of protest were spoken as he was seated on the edge of the bath tub, nor were sounds of anything else.

Karkat wet the edge of a cloth and began to clean the blood from his face, taking care to trace around the contours of each opening as gently as he could muster.  Once he finished the visible portions he reached up to remove Dave’s glasses, a pointed glare forcing Dave to pause and lower his hand when he went to hold them in place. He still refused to open his eyes, but the troll didn’t mind or at least wouldn’t show it, after seeing only a deepening bruise he put them back, barely resisting the urge to taunt him for being a wriggler about it.

He went through the same process with the fresh gouges on his hands, and then scrapes along his arms, before finally throwing the bloodied cloth in the sink and taking a seat on the tiled floor, motioning for Dave to sit as well with the universal hand movement for ‘get over here.’

“Oh, I’m sorry your majesty, are you too good to come sit on the floor with a lowly peasant,” he said when there was no movement from the blonde. Apparently not, as he slid off of the bath tub and onto the floor a few seconds after it was said, though he made no effort to come closer to Karkat than before. With a sigh Karkat took the initiative and moved himself over, when there was no attempt to push him away he shot his arms out and pulled Dave into a hug before there was a chance to fight back.  The man flinched and somehow tensed his body further than it already was, but no repeat of earlier seemed to be on his mind, if it was ever on his mind to begin with.

Gradually the tension began to fade from his muscles as he let himself slowly relax again, the arms around him never loosening, and most of all, never showing any signs of leaving. Neither of them knows how long it took, but soon Dave had fully relaxed, even going beyond his usual alert tenseness. They sat there for a while longer, Dave soon leaning into the hug and resting his head on the other’s shoulder, before finally he pulled his head back and planted a soft kiss on black lips. It wasn’t their first kiss but it was certainly the most heartfelt, the next words only serving to make it better despite the fact he spoke them as he stood up and turned away.

“Vant-…Karkat, thanks.”

He quickly walked out of the bathroom and locked himself away in his own room, leaving no chance for Karkat to respond to anything that just happened. The opportunity was taken for Karkat to type out one of the most one-sided arguments he’d ever had to have to his moirail over Trollian.

They never mentioned the incident again, both would deny it around mixed company, but neither would change it for the world.

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— carcinoGeneticist [CG] started trolling terminallyCapricious [TC] —

CG: NOW LISTEN TO ME YOU WOULD-BE WASTE OF GENETIC MATERIAL.

TC: WhAsSuP MaN?

TC: :o)

CG: NO, SHUT UP.

CG: IF I SO MUCH AS HEAR IN PASSING THAT YOU’VE GONE AND INSULTED, NAY, MENTIONED THE MERE *NAME* OF STRIDER’S BROTHER UNDER YOUR BREATH IN THAT ANNOYING AS FUCK WAY YOU SPEAK

CG: AGAIN

CG: THEN THERE WILL BE NO WAY TO DEFEND YOURSELF AGAINST THE VIOLENT ONSLAUGHT THAT WILL BEFALL YOU.

CG: YOU MUST BE THINKING TO YOURSELF:

CG: “BUT BEST FRIEND I MOTHERFUCKING THOUGHT WE WERE MOTHERFUCKING MOIRAILS HONK HONK.”

CG: WELL GUESS WHAT, BULGEWEED?

CG: I PITY THE FUCK OUT OF BOTH OF YOU AND SO IF I FIND OUT THAT YOU’VE BEEN HURTING HIM (MORE THAN KISMESISTUDE DICTATES, MIND YOU) THEN MY PITY FOR YOU DROPS JUST ENOUGH FOR ME TO TURN MY HEAD AND PRETEND IT’S NOT HAPPENING WHEN HE RIPS YOU A NEW ONE.

CG: IF HE WERE THE ONE GOING INTO PARTS OF YOUR PSYCHE AND TEARING OUT THINGS BETTER LEFT UNTOUCHED THEN I WOULD DO THE SAME FOR YOU.

CG: BUT IT’S NOT.

CG: AND HE WOULDN’T.

CG: YOU’RE LUCKY THAT YOU HAVE THE BENEFIT OF BEING MY MOIRAIL OR ELSE YOU WOULD ALREADY HAVE HAD THE PLEASURE OF GETTING A VISIT FROM THE BUSINESS END OF SOMETHING SHARP AND SERRATED.

CG: CONSIDERING YOU WERE THE ONE ACTING IN “SELF DEFENSE” AS DAVE SAID THEN YOU PROBABLY ALREADY GOT PUNISHED ENOUGH, IT WOULDN’T SURPRISE ME IF IT LOOKS LIKE YOU GREETED YOUR CLUBS TWICE EACH WITH YOUR FACE.

CG: THEN GOT A PILE OF HORNS DUMPED ON YOU WITH USE OF A TRUCK AND VERY DEDICATED DELIVERY MEN.

CG: THE FACT YOU’RE CONSCIOUS GENUINELY SURPRISES ME.

CG: SO HAVE WE GOT THIS WHOLE THING CLEAR NOW, ARE YOU AWARE OF THE POTENTIAL CONSEQUENCES?

CG: ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME RIGHT NOW? USUALLY YOU WOULD HAVE INTERRUPTED ME AT SOME POINT TO EXPLAIN TO YOU ANY WORD OVER THREE SYLLABLES THAT WASN’T “MOTHERFUCKER.”

CG: SON OF A PAIL LICKING GRUBFUCK, GAMZEE PAY ATTENTION.

CG: THIS IS RIDICULOUS, HERE I AM, WARNING YOU OF VERY POTENTIALLY LIFE THREATENING THINGS, AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS STARE BLANKLY AT THE SCREEN AS IF IT HELD THE SECRETS TO THE UNIVERSE.

CG: HEY, GAMZEE.

CG: HEY, USELESS SHITWIPE THAT CAN’T HOPE TO HOLD ATTENTION TO SOMETHING OTHER THAN SHINY THINGS AND ACTS OF VIOLENCE.

CG: HEY, WASTE OF AN (ALLEGEDLY) SENTIENT BODY THAT COULD HAVE BEEN USED FOR SOMEONE POSSESSING INTELLIGENCE RESEMBLING THAT OF SOMEONE WITH SEVERE HEAD INJURY WITH BETTER RESULT.

CG: …

CG: HEY, BEST FRIEND.

TC: HaHa SorRy MoThErFuCkEr I Up AnD zOnEd OuT tHeRe, WhAtS uP bRoSkI?

CG: FUCK YOU.

CG: FUCK YOU SO VERY, VERY, VERY MUCH.

CG: SERIOUSLY OH MY GOD.

CG: READ THE LOG, ASSMUNCH BECAUSE I

CG: AM

CG: DONE.

— carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling terminallyCapricious [TC] —

— terminallyCapricious [TC] has become an idle chum —