Homestuck Fanfics

Precious Little Rabbit (John x Bro*Request*)

(despite the photo, this is sfw.)
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John's ears pricked up at the sound of bushes rustling around him. It was only for a second though.

Keeping his eyes on the specific spot he believed the noise came from, he continued to walk around the forest. He was looking for food, & had been looking for days. Multiple times he almost became one of the wolves next meal.

The winter wasn't easy on anyone, & this little rabbit boy was no exception. Given at least some of the other rabbits had white ears, & white tails. He had black ears, and a bushy black tail. He stood out the most out of any of them. Surprisingly enough, he was one of the few surviving rabbits though. 

How that happened,  he had no clue. But he was forever grateful for whatever godly force was helping him. If only the same godly force could give him some food & a safe place to stay. 

John continued to walk around, seemingly aimlessly, when he heard the rustling again, this time from a spot across from the last one. He stopped immediately, staring intently. He squinted, and he could just make out point ears and a pair of almost glowing orange eyes staring at him. 
Immediately he panicked & turned to run away. He only knew one wolf with those eyes, and he had barely escaped him the first time. 
He had large scars to prove that he escaped the wolf's mighty claws, only barely. John thought back to when that happened, remembering how close he was to being eaten. For some reason, right before he was sure he was a goner, the wolf stopped & turned to run towards a bigger pack of bunnies other wolves were attacking. John didn't stick around afterwards. He ran so fast, he left a blood trail behind but he didn't care. He just needed to get away.
That was only a few weeks ago. Thank god the injuries healed. 

But here he was again. The same wolf. The same situation.
John had considered the possibility of the wolf marking him for later. Tricking him into a false sense of safety, just to come back and murder him. He quickly pushed that thought out of his head, focusing on just getting to safety again.
He turned to look back to see if the wolf was behind him, & sure enough, he was very close. John took a sharp turn as he turned back around, his foot catching on a jagged rock jutting out from the ground, causing him to fall foward. He knocked his head against the solid mountain side, falling unconscious onto the floor.

The wolf ran forward, skidding to a stop where the rabbit laid motionless. Huffing outwards, he just stared at the smaller figure. He knew if he left him there, someone else would come & eat him. Looking closer at him, he saw a small pool of blood beginning to form. He picked up the much smaller male, and looked around for somewhere to safely monitor him. He walked around and up the mountains for hours, until he found the mouth of a cave. Empty & isolated, he made his way into the natural structure, carefully placing John down as he studied him once more.
He stared for a second, the matted blood on the rabbit's forehead and caked into his fur drawing his attention. He sighed, not having anything to clean it and not willing to go feral and start licking it off of him. He watched the other's chest rise and fall to make sure he was still alive at least, even if barely. He was leaning against the opposite cave wall just staring when John shivered and curled into himself. Frowning at this, the wolf hesitated for a moment before making his way over to John. He sat next to him, John's long rabbit ears twitching and his eyes almost fluttering open. As he stirred, the other tensed up, scared he had woken him. 
Once he thought John was settled again, he scouted closer, this time less carefully. John stirred from his sleep once more, this time actually waking up. All the wolf could do was lay his ears flat and stare, waiting for John to say something, anything. 
John sat up slightly, taking a second to rub his eyes and actually wake up. Once he did, his eyes went wide, his pupils becoming microscopic. After a moment of perfectly still, motionless staring John began breathing heavily, backing up frantically. He let out a small yelp once his back the wall of the shallow cave. His once rugged breathing was nice silenced as he went from panic to shock, the whole time his eyes never left the red haired wolf. The wolf stayed in his spot when he spoke,
"It's okay! It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
He forced a smile, and while he meant well, all John got from it was a nice view of razor sharp teeth that could easily break through his skin and eat his flesh within seconds. 
"John, listen it's not-"
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?"
He yelled out, the cave echoing the exclamation a few seconds afterwards. He paused, recalling how he actually did learn his name,
"All of your friends, the other rabbits, they all yelled it as you ran away."
John felt tears sting his eyes, he had abandoned the others. While he didn't like them, he didn't know they had screamed for him to help them, that they had thought that he would come save them. But he didn't. He ran immediately. Not even thinking to help them. 
"You're....YOU'RE LYING!"
Seeing the effect this had on John, he decided not to push the issue further. Slowly sitting up straight, scooting closer to John, he tried another tactic.
"Okay, look. The other wolves knew me as Bro. So now you know my name. I'm not here to hurt you. I brought you here because you hit your head on solid fucking rock. Don't you think I would have hurt you while you were unconscious? Obviously I don't plan on hurting you. Because I would have taken that chance if needed."
John had considered this for a moment, seeing it as logical but not wanting to admit it.
"Maybe you're just a sick fuck who wants me conscious for the ordeal, so you can hear me scream and beg."
Slowly losing his patience, he took a second to remind himself that he was indeed a wolf, his kind was known for being a ruthless killer.
"I don't plan on making you beg nor scream. So you can stop now."
"Why in the hell would I ever trust a wolf?" John stared at Bro, who stared back, for minutes upon minutes. John was staring at ....well, everything about him. He was sizing up the threat.
Bro was way taller, obviously older, and thus much stronger. His teeth, like noticed before, were way sharper than John's slightly buck teeth. John stopped inspecting him when his eyes caught the sight of a dark maroon stain on Bro's skin, and in his hair.
"Is that..-" John squinted harder, not willing to get closer physically, "Do you still have their blood on you? You still have the blood of everyone I grew up with on you?"
Bro looked confused for a solid few seconds, before he felt his face. Searching for something wet, something dripping. He only stopped when he felt the crusted substance on his face. He knew what it was. He wanted to argue, but really, how could he?
"How do you want me to trust you, when the blood of my kind is on your fur?"
Bro looked down, barely muttering out. 
"Because....some of this blood belongs to other wolves."
John scoffed, "Fighting other wolves for the carcasses of my friends isn't much better."

Feeling his anger only building up more and more, Bro slowly stood up & began pacing within the compact limited space of the cave.
"I fought other wolves trying to stop them from hurting them. I tried to save the ones I could."

A heavy silence hung in the air. John wanted to make a sarcastic remark, wanted to tell Bro to go fuck himself if he thought John would believe that bullshit, but when John saw just how serious he was, he pressed his lips together to form a thin line. He knew Bro wasn't lying.
"But....you're a wolf. You've been raised to kill me. You have to eat, don't you?"
"I never said I didn't eat. I tried to stop them, I insisted they had killed enough. They didn't listen."
He brought his hand back to the dried blood, rubbing it off roughly, staring at the light tint it left on his fingers.
"I was trying to help you. But you ran from me."
"YOU DUG YOUR SATANIC DEMON CLAWS INTO MY ASS! WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO THINK?"
Bro turned to him, confused. John stood up now, still much much shorter than the other man, but it hardly mattered. He still refused to go closer to him. He exposed a small bit of his hip leading to his lower back. A long claw mark in the middle, 2 shorter but just as deep marks on either side of it was easily seen. The wound hadn't completely healed and it was still resembling the deep red but was slowly healing.
"That's why I ran. Because you are a wolf. I am a rabbit. The way things work. I'm bound to-"
Suddenly feeling dizzy, John let his back slide down the wall, holding his head in his hands. He groaned in pain, feeling his hand slightly moisten against his wound. Bro hurried over to his side, making him flinch, but he continued regardless. He slowly lowered John's hand away from the wound, to which John swatted his hand away.
"Stop that! I'm trying to help you again, for fucks sake."
John remained consistent, pulling away from Bro again and again, until he almost lost all of his patience. He grabbed both of John's wrists within one of his hands, gripping them tightly. His nails dug into John's skin lightly, enough to break it and cause very little amounts of blood to bubble to the surface.
"If you don't stop, I'll just kill you here and be done with it."
John nodded, obeying due to the abundance of fear coursing through his veins. Bro looked at the side of John's head, it wasn't bleeding that much anymore, but he knew John had lost quite a bit of blood.
"Don't stand up anymore. I don't know if you can even walk right now without fainting." He stared at John, glaring without knowing it. "If I leave, do you think you can just stay here and stay hidden?"
"You expect me to stay here and wait for you, a wolf - wolves eat rabbits let me remind you, to come back? No. Definitely not. I am leaving."
"I can assure you, that if you leave this cave, you will deal with much worse, much more ruthless predators. But if you die, then fine. It's less work for me. So stay, or leave. I don't care. But I am going to get you water and bring back something to make a fire."

John opened his mouth to argue, but Bro had already began running out of the cave & back into the woods, the ever darkening sky looming over them.
John had considered what Bro said, and hated to admit that he was right. Especially with nightfall approaching so quickly, the only light he would have would be from the moon and predators had much better night vision. He was pulled out of his thoughts and back into the real world when a sudden gust of wind made him shiver. He huddled against the furthest corners of the cave, both to cuddle closer to himself and to attempt to stay out of sight as much as possible.

One wolf's howl sounded, followed by at least 5 other wolves, causing John to go wide-eyed. He knew that was not Bro, and surprisingly he had wished it was. Bro was right. If John left, the other wolves wouldn't treat him like this. Another wolf howl echoed through the cold mountain air, this one much closer. John whimpered quietly, "Bro. Please hurry."

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Dang, hot dang. Some one requested specifically Bunny!John & Wolf!Bro, and asked to stay anonymous. So I hope this is good enough.
I really had fun writing this, and I hope the characters arent too ooc, but I'm a bit rusty at this.
Also, I know the photo displays naked dudes, but in my mind they have at least some clothes on. You sorta have to in snowy mountains. But the photo was just more so for reference as to what they looked like as a whole.
I didnt have time to edit this one, excuse any mistakes. If you wanna point them out to me, do so kindly and I will fix them as soon as I can.

Art credit: http://mashedpootato.tumblr.com/post/79098732161/bunjohn-in-heat-and-constantly-bothering-wolfbro

Anyway, stay stellar everyone.

-Jace