HOMESTUCK KINK MEME III
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Anonymously request any pairing and kink you want. Straight, Slash, Femslash, it's all good here!
Can't think of a kink?
Check out a list HERE.
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John doesn’t seem to be doing so well. She hasn’t looked at him since they had hidden, but she can feel him against her back, every hummingbird heartbeat and quaver. Every so often he swallows audibly, shifting from foot to foot. The smell of sweat strengthens slowly-although, she has to admit, at least half of that was her contribution. Fear and tension wage a war inside her throat, and her heart leaps every time that black shadow draws near. Still, whatever she feels he seems to feel a hundred times over. Part of her wants to say something comforting…but what, she can’t say.
“-prints.”
Rose angles her head as much as she could in the tight space. “What?”
“Our footprints!” He hisses.
Her eyes snap forward, not at the sky but at the white sand, which sure enough holds their tracks like clay. “Shit.” Rose fumbles as best she can for her wands, racking her brain for any spell that might help-but before she can make a move John extends an arm from behind her head. “Wait, what are you…?”
The breeze answers her. A low, light wind rushes past her and out of their hiding spot. Before her eyes the sand outside the crevice is swept smooth, as if an invisible hand is brushing it clean. Despite the tension, she gives a small, grateful smile. “On occasion, I truly am glad to have you on our side.”
“We’re not out of the woods,” John murmurs, his breath heavy and warm in her ear. “I’m not sure how much I cleaned up…I tried to do a pretty big area, but there still might be remnants….if he sees them…”
“…he’ll know we’re here,” she finishes grimly, and she feels him nod.
They wait.
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…and yet, he almost wishes that she weren’t with him. Because while the thought of Jack turning him into Swiss cheese is a frightening one, it doesn’t feel as important as it should have. Because while part of him wants to shrivel up in pure terror, part of him is fixated on the girl standing against his front. Part of him feels her shoulders move with every breath. Part of him takes notes on the soft blond hair mere millimeters away from brushing his cheek.
And part of him wants to smack himself-because seriously, doesn’t he have more important things to worry about? The whole “maniac-turned-hellbeast-flying-in-the-sky” thing, for example? This isn’t the time to be dealing with his stupid hormones, no matter how close she is, no matter how lovely it sounds when she turns to him with a hushed whisper of
“he’s here.”
John jolts. “W-what?”
“He’s landed. He descended into a dune not too far from here. He’ll probably see the leftover tracks and figure out we’re somewhere in the area, and-.”
There’s a loud noise, a huge CRACK of steel on stone, and Rose winces. “Start doing that.”
Jack takes flight again, John can see even from his limited view, and descends- much, much closer than before. Rose’s arms go tense at her side, and the oddest desire to hold her flickers through John’s head like a delirious firefly. He gives his head the slightest shake in an attempt to get a grip.
There come more CRACKs, followed by the impact of falling rocks amongst the dunes. From what John can tell Jack is simply going through every possible hiding place like a berserk weed whacker. It might be funny if it weren’t for the fact that he’s running out of rocks to obliterate. John’s heartbeat quickens, until the pounding of it in his skull threatens to give him a headache. Distracted by the dull throbbing, it takes him a moment to realize that Rose has pulled out the Thorns, carefully pointing one outside their hiding spot.
“R-Rose?” he whispers anxiously. “What are you doing-you won’t be able to take him down-!”
“I know,” she murmurs, not a bit of emotion betrayed by her voice. “I’m not aiming for him.”
“What? Then what-?” But the wand answers him with a hiss-from its tip erupts a violet ball of light. He only sees it for a brief instant before it suddenly jets away, too fast for the eye to catch properly. It disappears into the distance as a faint streak of purple.
A small breath of air escapes Rose’s mouth. “That,” she says, “was more visible than I thought it would be.” Her voice doesn’t change, but her back is completely rigid. “…he might have seen that.”
John swallows. “Well…what sort of spell…”
His voice dies in his throat. Jack is there.
He’s quite a distance from them, but still close enough for them to see the bright patterns on his ragged cloak, the loud colors standing out against his pitch black body. They can see the impatient twitch of his wings, the glare of the sun on his…glasses. John swallows yet again, opening and closing his fists at his sides. Rose inhales.
He walks closer.
(her hands are shaking)
Closer.
(hold them)
And he turns-
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All of them jump. The sound, though obviously from a great distance, was great enough to make the ground shake. Jack quickly recovers, whipping his head towards the sky. He snarls, spreading his wings and taking off, sword in hand.
John watches in disbelief as the carapace shrinks in the distance. Rose is silent for a long moment before letting out a single, relieved chuckle. “Well. I suppose we can call that one a success.”
“Was…was that your spell?”
“Indeed it was. While I prefer not to fight dirty, one must make exception on occasion…it exploded quite a distance from here, so by the time Jack discovers the impact he will hopefully have forgotten about this area.” She turns to him with a tiny smile. “I can’t let you one-up me all the time, even if you are a--.” Her voice trails off upon seeing his face, his mouth twitching with barely contained laughter. “What…what? What is so funny?”
John grins. “I KNEW it.”
“Knew what?”
“You ripped that off from Harry Potter.”
Rose goes rigid. “…no I didn’t.”
“Did to! There were those-ah, what do you call ‘em, the horn-type things from the last book that waddled away and blew up! I mean, your spell didn’t have horns or whatever but it was pretty much the same thing!”
“A coincidence,” she says flatly, but the color in her cheeks suggests something different. “I’m certain J.K Rowling doesn’t have a copyright on common sense. Anyone would have thought of the same thing.”
“Riiiiight.” He leans forward to poke her in the cheek. “Whatever you say Miss Potter.” Poke. “Miss Granger. Miss Rose Granger.” Poke. “No wait, what was the kid’s name-?”
“STOP.” She wheels around to whack him on the head. “We are dropping the subject, and that’s final.”
“Aww, you even act like her!” He laughs even as she bops him yet again, and before they know it both of them are whacking each other and laughing. They’re overwhelmed with giddiness, half out of pure relief of being alive, half out of plain absurdity. Even Rose, shaking her head at the pure ridiculousness, laughs nearly as loud as John, unrepressed, almost joyful. Eventually he catches both her hands and they lock eyes combatively, aggressively…
Their laughter dies, and they can only pant as they try to catch their breath…
BOOM.
They jump yet again, and the spell is broken. Rose turns back to her spot to watch the skies. In the distance John sees a speck fly up into the air, perhaps the way a boulder would look when flung by an infuriated hellbeast in annoyance. Rose offers one last chuckle. “I do believe he found the spell.”
“Heh, yeah. Bet he’s pissed.”
“Better he be pissed a few miles away from us.” Rose sighs. “We may need to stay here a while, until we’re certain he leaves.”
“How will we be certain?”
“We’ll stop hearing explosions.”
“…point.”
They wait.
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It's becoming more and more canon by the minute.
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TG: hey
TG: you guys still okay right
TG: jade says the big bad douche is still on lolar
TG: he’s just keeps divebombing the ocean and going back into the atmosphere
TG: like he thinks maybe he tries it enough times and he can take it by surprise or something
TG: it’s like
TG: it’d almost be hilarious except he can kill pretty much everyone and everything
TG: except the sea
TG: it’s the agony of his life
TG: so yeah jade says you two should lay low a bit until he gets out
TG: we’ll try our best to keep an eye on him
TG: see ya
GG: rose rose you guys okay????? O:
GG: …well actually I guess thats kind of a dumb question since I can see you!
GG: heehee
GG: yeahhhh that doesnt look very comfy, but I’m sorry to say you’re going to have to stay there a while!!! :(
GG: jack is still being a big king of dicks in the shape of an adorable dog :/
GG: me and dave are keeping an eye on him, right now he’s still like a mile from you guys
GG: but we’re afraid he might try doubling back!!!
GG: sooooooo yeah, it’ll probably be better if you hang tight there a little while longer
GG: sorry!!!!!! we’ll get you out of there as soon as we can!!!!
Bored, Rose scrolls through her messages for perhaps the fifth time. She and John had been so engrossed in their hiding away that it had taken them a few minutes to realize they had ignored their Pesterchums for a while, leaving them both with quite a few messages from Jade and Dave. The other pair had apparently been playing scout for them, and while Rose is grateful, it just makes her feel restless. She’s tired of hiding.
The minutes are creeping dangerously close to hours-well, one at the very least. Rose sighs as she massages the skin between her eyebrows. While she’d like to think that she and Dave were as different as possible, the Derse dreamers obviously share their impatience. She shifts weight from one foot to the next. Yes, very obviously.
John went quiet a while ago. She’s faintly concerned-she thought that after Jack had put a great distance between him and them he would have calmed down. But he just seems to have grown more antsy, often jiggling his leg or cracking his neck. Occasionally he blurts something to her or even simply laughs at the silence. Maybe he’s just feeling restless as well.
For what feels like the hundredth time in an hour she lifts her eyes to the sky. The colors are so incredibly bright, as if some omnipotent twelve year old turned on the contrast of a universal Photoshop too high. Blues, so many blues, neon to taffeta to ocean. And interspersed with it all is the eternal downpour that engulfs her planet, all those eye-searing hues that change with each new wave of rain. Now it’s yellow, now it’s pink, red, even shades of green if she looks close enough. And with it comes the endless patter of water, a melody she remembers from her days back at home. Simply resting on her back with her eye to the sky, listening to April’s cruel song lulling her to sleep. She lays back on her bed, snuggling against her pillow as she remembers-
“Uh, Rose?”
She opens her eyes. “Mm?”
“Um, are you…okay? You’re kind of falling asleep on me here.”
Rose sighs. “Forgive me, I assure you it’s not your fault. You’re perfectly entertaining company, I’m simply unaccustomed to standing in one place for-.”
“N-no, I mean…you’re literally asleep on me.”
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“S’okay…” He looks rather flustered too, but he offers her a reassuring (if awkward) smile. “I’m not exactly Mr. Energetic either.”
She chuckles, but mentally shakes her head. What was wrong with her? God, after everything they had done she should be able to handle a little bit of standing still without losing her composure. Why did he have to be so damn comfortable? He’s lean enough, and yet somehow still has enough ‘padding’ to make for a suitable bed. A soft bed…
That last thought jolts her like a bucket of ice water, and before she can get a grip the Pesterchum buzzes. She quickly turns away from John as she activates her eyepiece, hoping she doesn’t look as embarrassed as she feels…
TT: Jade?
TT: Jade, is everything alright? Has Jack left?
TT: Jade, say something.
GG: OUT!!!!!!!!!!
TT: Um.
GG: GET!
GG: OUT!
GG: NOW!!!!!!
GG: AAAAHHUDHH(*#*H#*(&(&RY&(YR#R& !!!!!
TT: o_o
GG: huh?
GG: oh!
GG: crap I’m sorry rose that wasn’t meant at you!!!! D:
TT: I would hope not.
GG: sorry sorry, ugh it’s these stupid imps!!!!
GG: a bunch broke in and I had to run them out
GG: i was just yelling at a few that were left
GG: ugh they ransacked my room and everything is a mess!
GG: and
GG: um
GG: well I think one took the glasses!!!!
TT: Oh.
TT: Oh, damn. That isn’t good.
GG: tell me about it D:
GG: dave and jadesprite went to track them down
GG: i wanted to help but then I remembered you two! jack might still be there!!!
TT: Dammit.
TT: And you have no idea of knowing whether he’s left or not?
GG: no… :(
GG: i’m really sorry!!!!
TT: Its fine, I’m sure you rather not have had that happen.
TT: But this does spell a bit of trouble for us.
TT: What was Jack doing the last time you checked?
GG: flying
GG: he MIGHT have been leaving the planet…
GG: …but he was heading in your guy’s direction
TT: Damn.
GG: he might have just been passing though!
GG: here, I have an idea
GG: earlier when I was checking on you I looked on your guy’s cave-thing from the outside instead of inside
GG: and I saw it doesn’t have a solid ceiling, it’s a few loose rocks!
GG: see if you can move one! you’ll be able the sky clearer without giving yourself away!
TT: Hmm.
“What’d she say?” John asks. Rose looks up. The cave, if it can even be called that, seems to have been formed by a large, hour-glass shaped fissure in the stone. Smaller rocks fill the upper part, but if she could reach…
“John, could you help me with this?”
“Huh?” He looks up as well. “What are you going to do?”
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“Um…” John frowns, teeth working on his lip. “ I…I guess I could like…” He tries bending over as if to pick her up by the waist, but the space is too cramped-he ends up nearly on top of her. “W-wait, no, that won’t work. Here…stand up on my feet.”
Rose hesitates, but she steps forward, up on the arches of his feet, bringing her to a height slightly above his head. Wobbling a bit, she instinctively grabs John’s shoulders for balance. John twitches. “Sorry,” she apologizes. “Not the most elegant solution, but it works. Good thinking.”
“Heh. Thanks.” He smiles in an “it-can’t-be-helped” way. “Uh, if you’re going to need your hands, maybe I should…” He places his hands on her waist firmly. “Like that. I-if that’s alright.”
“Yes, don’t worry,” Rose says idly, and returns to her task.
The rocks are hard and packed tight together. Pulling them seems futile, besides being stuck tight it’s hard to get a proper grip on the sharp faces and edges. She frowns, staggering forward a bit. John gives a sort of subdued shutter. ”Um, Rose…”
“Sorry,” she murmurs once more, biting her lip in frustration. If only one of them could just force them out in a burst of wind or magic, but that would just defeat the point of hiding. Her eyepiece chirps again:
GG: hey, how’s it going??
TT: Ugh. Slowly, stupidly. None of these rocks are budging.
GG: hmmm
GG: are you pulling or pushing?
“R-Rose…” John’s voice is a bit strange, as if he’s biting his lip. “Rose, I…”
“I’m sorry John, please give me a moment.” Carefully, Rose turns, her hips passing his slowly. “Pulling. Do you think it’ll work if I try pushing them out?”
TT: Pulling. Do you think it’ll work if I try pushing them out?
GG: yeah!!!! like…
GG: like, um
GG: dirt? imagine you’re a meerkat!!! :D
TT: …
GG: … :D
TT: …
TT: I’ll try.
She places a hand on John’s front for balance and stretches another towards the ceiling. After a moment of resistance, the rocks yield a bit. “There we go.” With a small smile of triumph she uses her other hand as well-she doesn’t need to support herself anyways, she’s practically sitting against John- and carefully pushes on the largest one, and she hears the satisfying clink of stone on stone.
TT: Alright, now we’re getting somewhere.
GG: heehee! what’d I tell you??
TT: For the record, I was most definitely not imagining I was any sort of small furry mammal.
GG: suuure ;P
TT: How you made the jump from clearing rocks to meerkats is beyond me.
GG: XD well anyways, how’s it going?
TT: Well, I have a small crack here. And I can safely assure you that at least 2 inches of the sky are 100% Jack free.
TT: If I push this one up a litAHUSHkhhoirch
GG: …???
GG: rose???? is everything okay?!?!
It feels as if time has stopped. The two of them stand completely still, and even the sound of the rain seems to fade away. Rose’s eyes stare straight in front of her, her pupils nearly invisible with shock. After a long, long moment, she shuts her eyes and quietly steps away from John.
GG: rose!!! rose!!!! come on, say something!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TT: Something.
GG: oh thank god!!!
GG: I was so worried something had happened to you guys!!!!
TT: We’re fine.
GG: but why did you make that…letterspasm???
TT: …
TT: I need to go.
GG: what??
TT: There’s something I need to take care of.
GG: umm…..okay… :/
TT: I’ll message you back momentarily.
GG: if you say so…
GG: you both be careful, alright?
TT: We will, thank you. Goodbye.
She closes the messenger and takes a long, meaningful sigh. Slowly, Rose turns back to John and raises an expectant eyebrow.
He stands against the cave wall-and even in the dim light, she can see the color burning in his cheeks. His eyes suggest the sheer terror of someone who had thrown a rock at a strange looking fruit only to find a million livid, living pin needles. “I…” He sputters. “I’m…”
She simply lets her gaze drop to his hips.
“Care to explain yourself?”
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