Stitched Lullabies- 10 FINAL (Kurloz x Reader)

Gazing out over your living room, you felt at peace. Six years with the man of your dreams, and it led you to another full life with your child. Gamzee Jr. Makara.

Your son was named after Kurloz’s brother, who had unfortunately passed due to drug consumption during your pregnancy. It was hard for the both of you; for your son to never know his bubbly uncle. During that time, Kurloz started messing around with drugs again.

It broke your heart to see your beloved husband getting back into a toxin that destroyed his teenage years. After many arguments, many nights alone, many hours you thought you would lose him… He came back. Apologizing profusely, he knelt down to promise your unborn baby he wouldn’t let anything happen to him.

Kurloz kept that promise to your now one year old son.

You walked out into the living room, sitting on the muddy-colored couch that lay in front of the father and son. “He’ll learn sign language one day, ‘Loz.” You giggled. Kurloz’s indigo eyes met yours, grunting as his fingers spun.

‘I don’t want to wait another motherfucking year, or even more, for my son to be able to understand what I’m saying!’ Kurloz whined. You still held a warm smile as you crawled beside him, leaning your cheek against his shoulder.

“I know you don’t, love. But Gamzee has to learn to speak first.” You indicated, watching Gamzee play with multiple colored blocks. He was cooing and giggling, much like a baby his age would.

Gamzee Jr. could walk now, but he was still struggling with speaking words. That concerned Kurloz, what with his paranoia and all, but you knew he would speak when he was ready. You watched as Kurloz downed a Caramel Apple Faygo.
Some habits never died.
A small cry caught your attention as your (e/c) hues set on your son, who threw a block across the room, and was now upset about it being so far away. Giving Kurloz a look, your husband crawled over to the purple block.

Chuckling, Kurloz handed it back to Gamzee. ‘Here you go, Gamzee.’ He smiled sadly. Of course he missed his brother. You laid a chaste kiss on his cheek, closing your eyes. “I have an idea.”

Kurloz looked down at you, raising his bushy eyebrows in question. You just gave a smirk as you picked Gamzee up, hugging him to your chest. He let out an excited cry to be held by his mother. “Follow me.” You purred, walking towards the bathroom.

Your husband followed questionably, watching your body sway as you walked. You entered the sky-blue room, placing Gamzee on the counter. Kurloz leaned against the door, crossing his tan arms.

After looking in two drawers, you dragged out the Makara’s signature white and gray clown makeup. “I would bet Gamzee would love for his father to do this.” You gestured towards the products. Kurloz smiled lovingly, all the love in his eyes and he nodded.

You put the toilet seat down and sat, watching Kurloz drag the brush across your son’s baby cheeks. Gamzee Jr. had absolutely no problem with his father smearing makeup across his face; in fact, he was laughing and smiling the whole time.

It absolutely warmed your heart to finally have a happy family like this.

Your life seemed to just slowly float in place since highschool ended. Kurloz’s face still drank, but he was less hostile enough to appear sober at Gamzee’s birth. He was there, outside the delivery room, waiting for his grandson to be born.

There were no problems. No fights. No retorts for what had happened in the past. Nashir got to hold his grandson beside his son; it was the first time you saw the large man smile.

To you, the world honestly felt like a dream come true. Reality always appeared to cruel and fixated on ruining happiness… but you found what made you happy and you held onto it. If you were sleeping, you never wanted to awake.

A snap of Kurloz’s fingers drew your attention back to him. His grin was undeniable as he stood back, presenting Gamzee Jr. A wide smile immediately grew on your face.

Gamzee Jr.’s makeup was almost exactly like his uncle’s, but spikes came out of the large, painted on smile. Much like Gamzee and Kurloz combined. It almost brought tears to your face as you stood up, kissing your son on the nose.

Kurloz’s arms wrapped around your waist as you straightened out, picking up Gamzee. “You look so handsome.” You grinned as Gamzee cooed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, the other patting Kurloz on the cheek.

“Faygo!” Gamzee squeaked. You both paused, staring down at him with wide eyes. The shock had Kurloz barley mumble, “Did he just…?” You laughed, swinging your son around. “Oh my god! He definitely is a Makara!” You grinned widely.

Kurloz watched in disbelief, holding back a large smile. Gamzee Jr. laughed as you rejoiced, hugging him close, causing his makeup to smear against your shirt. Kurloz embraced you and his son, kissing you deeply.

Your eyes met his as he looked down at Gamzee, running a hand through his black ruffles. “I love you both.” His cracked whisper came out as he laid his face against your shoulder, your son cuddled between the both of you.

Yeah, this was the life you always wanted. Forever and always as (Y/n) Makara.