The Bard and the Killer

I Can Make You Say My Name: Chapter 11

An: Sorry this took so long to update. My college life got a little hectic and all. I think one of the next two will be the last chapter to this story; possible lemon. Fear not, I plan to do a series of Homestuck crossovers with different fandoms. Or, I can do another for a fandom I've already done, if anyone asks.

     Your head was filled with a heavy, white light, but there was no physical pain. Your eyes opened to an immediately suspicious sight. The trolls sat in harmony under a tree, having tea and various other drinks. You sat up slowly from your spot on the hill a few feet away, drawing Gamzee's attention. He flashed you his lazy, trademark grin and gestured for you to join them. "C'mon lil' mama. " He looked so happy, so carefree in that moment. You weren't buying it until Karkat also looked up at you from the table.

     "Just get your ass over here before he blows a fucking happy gasket." That was normal Karkat, but something still wasn't quite right. Why was everyone together? How? You couldn't resist any longer and ran to Gamzee's side, allowing him to fold his long arms around your waist and pull you onto his lap. You barely had any time to look confusedly around some more before Gamzee was pressing a glass of Faygo into your hands. You quietly accepted it. There was Eridan's usual grimace down the table at the sight of the drink. 

     There was pleasant talk, but that bothered you. Why was it pleasant? Most of these trolls hated each other, you knew. Especially your matesprit. "I think I was lost." You finally choked, earning a few sympathetic glances from the more caring figures at the table. "Really lost." Gamzee gently patted your back in response.

      "It's all up and fine now. You aren't motherfuckin' lost anymore." He reassured you. You felt yourself relaxing, just a little. "Be happy ok, wicked little miracle of mine?" Some part of you continued to resist. This was impossible. You caught sight of Nepeta talking cheerily to Equius at one of the sides of the table and you relaxed further. If Nepeta was happy, nothing could be amiss.

     You sipped the Faygo, feeling a unique warmth spread through your bones at the taste. "I was hurt. I think." You commented, seeing that your wings were cleaner than they ever had been previously.

     Gamzee laughed behind you, the low noise in his chest rumbling against your back. "You're fine now. That's all that matters. Relax." You tucked your wings around him from where you sat on his lap, turning sideways and laying your head on his chest.

     "I love you." You whispered, tears threatening again. You couldn't figure out why. Everyone was together peacefully, making this an occasion to celebrate like no other.

     "Flushed for you too." He responded in a heartbeat. The warmth spread. This was nice, so why couldn't you just enjoy it? He softly honked into your ears every now and then, not really participating in the conversations going on around him, but still a part of the feast. He ate and drank, but most of his attention was focused on you. He lavished silent affection on you, kissing the top of your head and massaging your shoulders because he understood that the weight of those wings was sometimes too much to be painless.

     Eventually you raised your head from his chest and moved to your own chair next to him. You wanted to talk to Nepeta, Equius, all of them. It had been so long since you'd seen any of the others. Your hand remained linked with Gamzee. The stars were just coming out overhead, and you wondered ever so briefly where the day had gone, but you let it go. There were happier things to attend to, like watching Sollux attempt to lick some honey off the tip of his nose, where it had been flung by Eridan in a ploy to irritate him.

     A soft squeeze from your left drew your attention back to your loving clown. "I'm going to need you to wake up now, (your name)." You stared at Gamzee in confusion, but he had gone back to his tower of small, empty Faygo bottles. It was quite impressive, you admitted to yourself. He caught you looking at him and smiled. "Look what I made for you! HoNk..." Your heart melted. It was just a weird feeling before. It wasn't anything important, then. This was important, this here.

     Further down the table, Kankri was about to launch into a lecture about making towers of litter in places of eating when Cronus kissed him to shut him up. The sea-dweller grinned at his bright, red-faced matesprit, whom began to lecture him on public affection and quadrant privacy. Cronus was hardly phased. It was quite serene, and you told yourself you deserved this. This was so great because it meant that you could now stop worrying so much about what the other trolls thought of Gamzee. You were making eye contact with Nepeta, comparing your ships when she fixed you with a solemn, green-eyed gaze not befitting of the situation and spoke. "This is fun and all, but you rrrreally need to wake up." It was just as chilling to hear her say that as it was funny that she purred her "r's".

     You pushed back from your chair suddenly, the legs scraping deep into the dirt of the meadow below; palms slamming down onto the table. The whole party went silent and every pair of eyes fell on you. "What's wrong, my miraculous matesprit?" You whipped your head around to tell him off, to tell them all off, but you were stopped by the genuine concern in his eyes.

     "N-nothing. I apologize." You took a seat, heart still a little heavy. Across the way from Nepeta, seated by a squirming Tavros, Vriska snorted and rolled her eyes. The eight pupils in her right eye glinted oddly, holding your attention in a way that was entirely unpleasant.

     "You're just as annoying as Tavros." No one listened to her and you relaxed at her words. Vriska was still a bitch. Nothing was out of place.

     You turned back to Nepeta to continue your discussion about human anime, but she was curled asleep on Equius' side. You shrugged it off and turned to the troll beside you. When the tea party that had apparently lasted all day was finally over, each of the trolls broke off into pairs, laying squares of blankets close by on the hill and reclining together. The stars were beautiful, more clear and seemingly larger than you could ever remember them being before now. Gamzee reflexively pulled you closer, and you pressed your face into his neck as he gazed star ward. "I am motherfuckin' flushed for you so hard it ain't funny, lil mama."

     You smiled. "Good. I love you too." You put your face on his chest instead and joined him in looking up. A disjointed thought floated to you, and it seemed panicked and out of place. It certainly didn't fit here, in this place of happiness. You let it go, closing your eyes. I pray it's good enough.