Fanfic of a fic written within a far superior fanfic (Angelstuck)
This is Homestuck fanfic, inspired by this magnificent fic by one of my very favorite authors, and this excellent picture.
Asuka, I'm sorry I perpetrated this. (Also, I'm sorry about the tail; I had to. It's in the picture. >_>)
Angelstuck
The demon sat on a mesa, staring out over the desert as the sun rose. Dew glittered on every needle-leaf of the scrawny plant growing from a crack in the rock by his foot.
It had taken him some time to get out of the canyons and then clamber his way up to the top of this rock, and now he wasn't sure why he'd bothered. Past-him was probably just a pan-cracked imbecile, as usual.
The flutter of wings above him almost didn't come as a surprise. Sure, past-Karkat, go to the highest point in sight on a big open empty rocky plain, there's no way anyone who happens to be flying around up there will notice you.
"Hey, buddy!" It was the male angel, the blue-eyed one. He landed right beside him, wings folding back with a ruffling of blue and white feathers. Stupid feathers.
Stupid wings. Karkat glared at them because it was better than staring hungrily. Getting to the top of a mesa was easy with wings. Otherwise you might have to claw your way up the rock walls like a particularly large, clumsy scaled skitterbeast. He curled his lip at the angel, flashing fangs.
"Wow, pretty sunrise!" The angel plopped down beside him, legs dangling over the cliff's edge. "So, we thought when you ran off like that you might need some time to yourself, so we gave you a few days. Then you didn't come back, and I wondered if we scared you. I mean, you'd been spying on us for a while, but maybe you only really wanted Jade like that, not me, and then when I joined in it was kind of overwhelming and you - "
"Don't flatter yourself, featherboy," Karkat growled, "you couldn't overpower me if you wanted to. I have claws, remember?"
The angel snorted. "I didn't say anything about overpowering you, I said you were overwhelmed, like you hadn't expected that so you were startled and you didn't - "
"I was so startled that I went limp like a frightened flop-beast instead of clawing my way through your soft, unprotected bellies all the way to your thoracic support-columns?"
The angel rolled blue eyes and giggled. "Right, that was clearly an option, because you're obviously so interested in hurting us, geez."
"As pathetic a demon as I may be, I'm not actually so fucking feeble as to be completely pan-shattered by the overwhelming majesty of a couple of feathery assholes."
"Okay, so if you'd wanted me to stop, you would have stopped me, good!" Karkat stubbornly kept his mouth shut, but the angel didn't seem to expect him to confirm it. "So that means you're just running away because you don't think you can really have what you want! That's what Jade thought, but I wasn't sure."
Karkat drew breath to express in a loud and forceful manner exactly how fucking wrong this was, and how full of bullshit both Jade and her irritating brother were, and maybe to inquire just how stupid they honestly thought he was to believe that not just one but two angels could actually want a nubby-horned, wing-ripped freak of a demon, but he didn't get the chance. Before he could get a good yell going, the angel reached over and casually wrapped his hand around one of Karkat's horns, tugging gently. The rant stuttered to a brief halt. Then he leaned into Karkat's space and kissed him.
Naturally, Karkat instantly shoved him off in disdain like a lordly, powerful demon with no interest in angels except for the noises they make when -
No, Karkat pushed him down on his face and began to tear his clothes off, a demon fully in command of the situation and -
All right, well, at least Karkat did not whimper. And he absolutely did not cling, or try to wrap himself around the angel like a scarred, ugly grey coat.
If anyone was letting out little breathy moans intermingled with rasping chirps, it had to be the angel. Obviously angels could chirp like anyone else when they were turned on.
After a while the angel pulled back, one hand on Karkat's cheek and the other gently rubbing around the base of his horn. Karkat tried to get the chirring under control.
"See, the thing is, we want you back, so this time you can have what you want! But you have to not run off and hide and make us think we might have pushed you too far."
"I wasn't hiding, idiot, I went back Down for a little while."
"Oh!" His bucktoothed grin shone, as irritatingly cheerful as ever. "That's fine, then. You can go wherever you want, we don't want to control your movements or anything, but maybe next time you could leave a note or something, huh? We might get worried otherwise."
"And I wouldn't want that."
"No, you wouldn't!" The angel laughed. "Jade might put you on a leash like the pup she stole from Cerberus!"
Karkat swallowed hard. It was true what they said about the desert, the sun was barely over the horizon and already he was too hot.
"Oh wow! You've got quite a grip with that tail, buddy!"
Karkat gave him a blank look, pretending he absolutely had meant to coil his tail around the angel's closer knee. Everything was under control, all body parts following orders without difficulty, he just didn't feel like unwrapping his tail quite yet.
Looking away again, he grumbled, "What is it with me and angels? Am I some kind of feathery-idiot-attractant now? First there's the two of you, then I stumble over that half-winged asshole with the broken sword - "
"Broken sword?" the angel said sharply, but Karkat almost didn't hear him over the piercing shriek from high above them.
"Dave! You found Dave!"
Whipping around with all his claws up, Karkat only didn't fall off the mesa because the angel at his side grabbed his elbow and pulled him back from the edge. He stared up to see the girl angel in a plummeting dive from far up, wings mostly folded, and the rage at having been startled so badly - had she been listening this whole time? - transmuted into fear that she wouldn't be able to pull up sharply enough, she was going to crash, he was going to see angel blood for the second time in three days, she would be crippled just like he was and the thought of seeing her broken like that, all her easy grace stripped away, made him want to scream -
Her wings snapped out and beat twice and she landed as lightly as a puff of ash. Karkat's knees gave out.
"Yeah, she kinda flies like that, sorry, buddy," said her brother sympathetically, as she threw herself at Karkat and started shaking him.
"You've seen Dave! How badly is he hurt? We know he went Down days ago, we couldn't stop him and he didn't come back and it was too dangerous to go after him when we didn't even know where he was, but you know! Take us to him!"
----
It was easier to take them than to explain that their friend was fine except for losing half a wing. He'd been too weakened by bloodloss to follow Karkat on the long climb up the brimstone cliffs, so Karkat had left him under the protection of someone whose curiosity would keep her from harming such an entertaining angel. When they got there, the commotion of the angelic reunion (scolding recriminations mingled with drawled rebuttals) covered up the sound of Terezi sniffing at him, but Karkat knew what it meant when she smirked.
"You have shiny blueberry angeldust on your lips, Mr. Sour Cherry Pie!"
He scowled and tried to ignore the way his face heated. "Yeah, well, you - " He blinked, looked her over more carefully. "You... have shiny gold angeldust all over. You - Terezi, him?"
"And what is wrong with him?"
"He's - "crippled ruined broken but at least he's not wingless, there is that, " - he can't fly!"
"And what is wrong," she said crisply, her lazily lolling wings suddenly folding in with a leathery snap, "with being flightless?"
He stared at her. "...it means he can't fucking fly."
She softened a little. "Which is traumatic, painful and inconvenient for him. But why exactly should it affect me? Does it mean that he is lessened, flawed in some way, unworthy of my attention?"
Karkat couldn't speak.
"No," she said gently, "no, it does not. I decide who is worthy of me, and unless he takes himself out of the running by studiously avoiding me after this," Karkat looked down at the scuffed, dirty claws on his toes, "he is."
They were silent for a moment, listening to the douchebag in question. " - Sure, after he'd been spying on the two of you for days, I had every reason to believe he was totally reasonable and aboveboard, I mean nothing says 'utterly trustworthy' like heavy-duty stalking - "
"Oh, come on, dude - "
" - Didn't realize the two of you planned to do a catch-and-release boytoy thing with him - "
" -The most suspicious bastard! How hard would it have been to give him a message for us, fuckass?!"
Terezi got to her feet and flipped her wings open, stretching them thoughtfully. "Hm. Upon reflection, it appears that there is a great deal of interest to be found Outside. Perhaps I will accompany you all when you return. Dave, would you like a ride?"
The argument/reunion cut off as both of Karkat's angels gaped at her and the half-winged one tilted his head consideringly, light gleaming on his shades. Terezi had gotten him cleaned up and his torn wing bandaged, but he still looked paler than Karkat thought even a bleached-out angel like him should be.
"Eh , why not? Check out those swank leather wings, yo, see the talons on those babies? This is one lethal and high-speed vehicle here, suitable to carry my fine ass in style."
Karkat's angels transferred their dumbfounded looks to him.
Terezi cackled. "You had best board quickly, then, as this transport leaves immediately!"
Karkat looked away from the brief, silent negotiation as Terezi tried to find a way to hold him that wouldn't jar his wings or tangle them with hers. Jade recovered and stepped forward, smiling. "If you carry him, that leaves us free to share our demon!"
"Mr. Sour Cherry's name is Karkat," Terezi said helpfully. Karkat glared at her. He would have told them eventually.
"Karkat! Finally, thank you! I'm Jade and that's John. Great! Just remember, if you drop Dave, or hurt him in any way - "
"Don't do the speech, god, don't do the speech," Dave groaned from Terezi's arms.
"Oh, fine, spoilsport!" She stuck out her tongue at him, then gave that same cheerfully implacable smile. "We'll make you regret it, that's all."
"Yeah, he may be a jerk, but he's one of our favorite jerks!" John chimed in.
"Wow, thanks a lot, guys, great sendoff, can we go now, or do we all have to posture more first?"
"I would sooner chop off all my claws than drop Mr. Cherry Soda," Terezi said solemnly, and took off.
"Well, after all that bitching about how demons can't be trusted, not ever, now he's following our lead!" Jade said, watching their flight path.
"Dibs on Karkat first," John said.
"Oh, pooh! Cheater. Fine, but you can't have him the whole time, I get half."
"Deal."
Karkat managed to stop flapping his mouth uselessly long enough to say, "What, do I not get a fucking say in how I get back up there? Has my body suddenly deteriorated to nothing but a limp and helpless fleshsack, incapable of conveying its own diseased weight beyond arm's reach before collapsing in a degenerate, filth-spewing heap on the ground?"
John snickered. "Noooo," he said, "but if you don't let us carry you, we can't persuade you to try out sex in the air!"
"Oh, yes!" Jade clapped her hands, bouncing, which did not help Karkat's suddenly lagging thinkpan function in the least. "Yes, yes, can we, please? Or maybe that's pushing too fast, and you should just think about it first. But say we can carry you."
Karkat's head bobbed without him really intending it.
"Good!" said John, scooping Karkat into his arms like he weighed nothing. "Let's go!" and they took off.
The end.
(Incidentally, I think Karkat will end up being traded back and forth between John-and-Jade and Dave-and-Terezi. Lucky wingless demon-boy. All the threesomes are for him. But he's gonna be so confused at first, which, on Karkat, read: enraged. There is too much goodness here! None of it makes sense, and should not be for him anyway!)
...This is my first Homestuck fic. What have I been doing the past eight months? Ah yes, reading what everyone else ever has written.
Asuka, I'm sorry I perpetrated this. (Also, I'm sorry about the tail; I had to. It's in the picture. >_>)
Angelstuck
The demon sat on a mesa, staring out over the desert as the sun rose. Dew glittered on every needle-leaf of the scrawny plant growing from a crack in the rock by his foot.
It had taken him some time to get out of the canyons and then clamber his way up to the top of this rock, and now he wasn't sure why he'd bothered. Past-him was probably just a pan-cracked imbecile, as usual.
The flutter of wings above him almost didn't come as a surprise. Sure, past-Karkat, go to the highest point in sight on a big open empty rocky plain, there's no way anyone who happens to be flying around up there will notice you.
"Hey, buddy!" It was the male angel, the blue-eyed one. He landed right beside him, wings folding back with a ruffling of blue and white feathers. Stupid feathers.
Stupid wings. Karkat glared at them because it was better than staring hungrily. Getting to the top of a mesa was easy with wings. Otherwise you might have to claw your way up the rock walls like a particularly large, clumsy scaled skitterbeast. He curled his lip at the angel, flashing fangs.
"Wow, pretty sunrise!" The angel plopped down beside him, legs dangling over the cliff's edge. "So, we thought when you ran off like that you might need some time to yourself, so we gave you a few days. Then you didn't come back, and I wondered if we scared you. I mean, you'd been spying on us for a while, but maybe you only really wanted Jade like that, not me, and then when I joined in it was kind of overwhelming and you - "
"Don't flatter yourself, featherboy," Karkat growled, "you couldn't overpower me if you wanted to. I have claws, remember?"
The angel snorted. "I didn't say anything about overpowering you, I said you were overwhelmed, like you hadn't expected that so you were startled and you didn't - "
"I was so startled that I went limp like a frightened flop-beast instead of clawing my way through your soft, unprotected bellies all the way to your thoracic support-columns?"
The angel rolled blue eyes and giggled. "Right, that was clearly an option, because you're obviously so interested in hurting us, geez."
"As pathetic a demon as I may be, I'm not actually so fucking feeble as to be completely pan-shattered by the overwhelming majesty of a couple of feathery assholes."
"Okay, so if you'd wanted me to stop, you would have stopped me, good!" Karkat stubbornly kept his mouth shut, but the angel didn't seem to expect him to confirm it. "So that means you're just running away because you don't think you can really have what you want! That's what Jade thought, but I wasn't sure."
Karkat drew breath to express in a loud and forceful manner exactly how fucking wrong this was, and how full of bullshit both Jade and her irritating brother were, and maybe to inquire just how stupid they honestly thought he was to believe that not just one but two angels could actually want a nubby-horned, wing-ripped freak of a demon, but he didn't get the chance. Before he could get a good yell going, the angel reached over and casually wrapped his hand around one of Karkat's horns, tugging gently. The rant stuttered to a brief halt. Then he leaned into Karkat's space and kissed him.
Naturally, Karkat instantly shoved him off in disdain like a lordly, powerful demon with no interest in angels except for the noises they make when -
No, Karkat pushed him down on his face and began to tear his clothes off, a demon fully in command of the situation and -
All right, well, at least Karkat did not whimper. And he absolutely did not cling, or try to wrap himself around the angel like a scarred, ugly grey coat.
If anyone was letting out little breathy moans intermingled with rasping chirps, it had to be the angel. Obviously angels could chirp like anyone else when they were turned on.
After a while the angel pulled back, one hand on Karkat's cheek and the other gently rubbing around the base of his horn. Karkat tried to get the chirring under control.
"See, the thing is, we want you back, so this time you can have what you want! But you have to not run off and hide and make us think we might have pushed you too far."
"I wasn't hiding, idiot, I went back Down for a little while."
"Oh!" His bucktoothed grin shone, as irritatingly cheerful as ever. "That's fine, then. You can go wherever you want, we don't want to control your movements or anything, but maybe next time you could leave a note or something, huh? We might get worried otherwise."
"And I wouldn't want that."
"No, you wouldn't!" The angel laughed. "Jade might put you on a leash like the pup she stole from Cerberus!"
Karkat swallowed hard. It was true what they said about the desert, the sun was barely over the horizon and already he was too hot.
"Oh wow! You've got quite a grip with that tail, buddy!"
Karkat gave him a blank look, pretending he absolutely had meant to coil his tail around the angel's closer knee. Everything was under control, all body parts following orders without difficulty, he just didn't feel like unwrapping his tail quite yet.
Looking away again, he grumbled, "What is it with me and angels? Am I some kind of feathery-idiot-attractant now? First there's the two of you, then I stumble over that half-winged asshole with the broken sword - "
"Broken sword?" the angel said sharply, but Karkat almost didn't hear him over the piercing shriek from high above them.
"Dave! You found Dave!"
Whipping around with all his claws up, Karkat only didn't fall off the mesa because the angel at his side grabbed his elbow and pulled him back from the edge. He stared up to see the girl angel in a plummeting dive from far up, wings mostly folded, and the rage at having been startled so badly - had she been listening this whole time? - transmuted into fear that she wouldn't be able to pull up sharply enough, she was going to crash, he was going to see angel blood for the second time in three days, she would be crippled just like he was and the thought of seeing her broken like that, all her easy grace stripped away, made him want to scream -
Her wings snapped out and beat twice and she landed as lightly as a puff of ash. Karkat's knees gave out.
"Yeah, she kinda flies like that, sorry, buddy," said her brother sympathetically, as she threw herself at Karkat and started shaking him.
"You've seen Dave! How badly is he hurt? We know he went Down days ago, we couldn't stop him and he didn't come back and it was too dangerous to go after him when we didn't even know where he was, but you know! Take us to him!"
----
It was easier to take them than to explain that their friend was fine except for losing half a wing. He'd been too weakened by bloodloss to follow Karkat on the long climb up the brimstone cliffs, so Karkat had left him under the protection of someone whose curiosity would keep her from harming such an entertaining angel. When they got there, the commotion of the angelic reunion (scolding recriminations mingled with drawled rebuttals) covered up the sound of Terezi sniffing at him, but Karkat knew what it meant when she smirked.
"You have shiny blueberry angeldust on your lips, Mr. Sour Cherry Pie!"
He scowled and tried to ignore the way his face heated. "Yeah, well, you - " He blinked, looked her over more carefully. "You... have shiny gold angeldust all over. You - Terezi, him?"
"And what is wrong with him?"
"He's - "crippled ruined broken but at least he's not wingless, there is that, " - he can't fly!"
"And what is wrong," she said crisply, her lazily lolling wings suddenly folding in with a leathery snap, "with being flightless?"
He stared at her. "...it means he can't fucking fly."
She softened a little. "Which is traumatic, painful and inconvenient for him. But why exactly should it affect me? Does it mean that he is lessened, flawed in some way, unworthy of my attention?"
Karkat couldn't speak.
"No," she said gently, "no, it does not. I decide who is worthy of me, and unless he takes himself out of the running by studiously avoiding me after this," Karkat looked down at the scuffed, dirty claws on his toes, "he is."
They were silent for a moment, listening to the douchebag in question. " - Sure, after he'd been spying on the two of you for days, I had every reason to believe he was totally reasonable and aboveboard, I mean nothing says 'utterly trustworthy' like heavy-duty stalking - "
"Oh, come on, dude - "
" - Didn't realize the two of you planned to do a catch-and-release boytoy thing with him - "
" -The most suspicious bastard! How hard would it have been to give him a message for us, fuckass?!"
Terezi got to her feet and flipped her wings open, stretching them thoughtfully. "Hm. Upon reflection, it appears that there is a great deal of interest to be found Outside. Perhaps I will accompany you all when you return. Dave, would you like a ride?"
The argument/reunion cut off as both of Karkat's angels gaped at her and the half-winged one tilted his head consideringly, light gleaming on his shades. Terezi had gotten him cleaned up and his torn wing bandaged, but he still looked paler than Karkat thought even a bleached-out angel like him should be.
"Eh , why not? Check out those swank leather wings, yo, see the talons on those babies? This is one lethal and high-speed vehicle here, suitable to carry my fine ass in style."
Karkat's angels transferred their dumbfounded looks to him.
Terezi cackled. "You had best board quickly, then, as this transport leaves immediately!"
Karkat looked away from the brief, silent negotiation as Terezi tried to find a way to hold him that wouldn't jar his wings or tangle them with hers. Jade recovered and stepped forward, smiling. "If you carry him, that leaves us free to share our demon!"
"Mr. Sour Cherry's name is Karkat," Terezi said helpfully. Karkat glared at her. He would have told them eventually.
"Karkat! Finally, thank you! I'm Jade and that's John. Great! Just remember, if you drop Dave, or hurt him in any way - "
"Don't do the speech, god, don't do the speech," Dave groaned from Terezi's arms.
"Oh, fine, spoilsport!" She stuck out her tongue at him, then gave that same cheerfully implacable smile. "We'll make you regret it, that's all."
"Yeah, he may be a jerk, but he's one of our favorite jerks!" John chimed in.
"Wow, thanks a lot, guys, great sendoff, can we go now, or do we all have to posture more first?"
"I would sooner chop off all my claws than drop Mr. Cherry Soda," Terezi said solemnly, and took off.
"Well, after all that bitching about how demons can't be trusted, not ever, now he's following our lead!" Jade said, watching their flight path.
"Dibs on Karkat first," John said.
"Oh, pooh! Cheater. Fine, but you can't have him the whole time, I get half."
"Deal."
Karkat managed to stop flapping his mouth uselessly long enough to say, "What, do I not get a fucking say in how I get back up there? Has my body suddenly deteriorated to nothing but a limp and helpless fleshsack, incapable of conveying its own diseased weight beyond arm's reach before collapsing in a degenerate, filth-spewing heap on the ground?"
John snickered. "Noooo," he said, "but if you don't let us carry you, we can't persuade you to try out sex in the air!"
"Oh, yes!" Jade clapped her hands, bouncing, which did not help Karkat's suddenly lagging thinkpan function in the least. "Yes, yes, can we, please? Or maybe that's pushing too fast, and you should just think about it first. But say we can carry you."
Karkat's head bobbed without him really intending it.
"Good!" said John, scooping Karkat into his arms like he weighed nothing. "Let's go!" and they took off.
The end.
(Incidentally, I think Karkat will end up being traded back and forth between John-and-Jade and Dave-and-Terezi. Lucky wingless demon-boy. All the threesomes are for him. But he's gonna be so confused at first, which, on Karkat, read: enraged. There is too much goodness here! None of it makes sense, and should not be for him anyway!)
...This is my first Homestuck fic. What have I been doing the past eight months? Ah yes, reading what everyone else ever has written.