Homestuck x reader

Metamorphosis (Cronus x reader) part 1

(A/N: forgive me if Cronus seems sort of ooc. I'm not used to using him in stories. Also, I'm probably going to make these stories two-parters)

Somewhere out on the coast, a house stood alone. It was a pleasant little thing, big enough for two people, painted in a soft purple hue.

On the horizon, over the lapping waves, the sun was setting, turning the sky rosy pink, bloody red, fiery orange and lavender, heralding the deep velvety blue that was to arrive soon. The gentle rising and falling of the waves glinted in the light, making the ocean have the slight illusion that fire was dancing over the water.

Two intense beams of light traced over the sand, turning to rest on the house. A Chevy Bel Air pulled up to the house and the lights were switched off. The car was a model far past it's time. The driver and shotgun doors flew open and out stepped two people. The first to set foot on land was a girl, with (h/l) (h/c) hair that fluttered in the sea breeze and (e/c) eyes that shone in the dying light, bright with excitement. The other was a tall young man around her age, with a tan and light dusting of freckles from his life along the coast, brown hair that was painstakingly gelled and slicked back and violet eyes.

The girl got out of the car and jumped about excitedly, laughing and squealing with joy.

"Cronus, that was amazing! I- Holy shit!! Thank you so much!!!" She whooped with laughter and ran around the front of the car to Cronus.

You embraced each other with smiles on both of your faces. Cronus clutched you close and had you not been so exuberant, you would've noticed how reluctant to let go he was when you pulled away. You looked up at him, eyes wide and shining.

"Best concert ever!"

"Yeah, it was a pretty cool night, kitten. I'll admit that."

You went on tiptoe and planted a kiss on his cheek before turning and heading inside. He gazed after you. He wanted to believe it was his epic art and natural charm that had attracted you to him, but deep down, he knew it hadn't been that. He followed you inside as the sun sank completely out of view.

~~~

About an hour later, after a delicious dinner (made by Cronus), and another hour of flipping through tv channels, Cronus climbed into bed and sat next to you. He smiled as his eyes traced over your face and body. You were wearing your favorite pajamas and your eyes were drooping with fatigue. You looked quite adorable, laying on your back with messy hair.

He leaned down and kissed you. If there was one thing you had learned about Cronus over the 3 years you'd been in love, it was that his kisses were rough. You supposed it was from inexperience, but honestly, you rather enjoyed his style.

Cronus began to climb on top of you and you gently pushed him away. As wonderful as it felt, you found that you just didn't feel the desire to partake in any more activities this night, more specifically the one Cronus had in mind right then.

"Not tonight. I'm not feeling it."

He pouted. "Aw, come on, baby! Just a quickie?"

"I said no." It came out a little firmer than intended. You gave him a soft, apologetic peck on the cheek and shifted yourself. "I'm sorry, honey. But maybe tomorrow."

Cronus flopped over onto his side. "But my libido could be broken tomorrow! It could come crashin' down and never be fixed! What the hell would I do?! I wouldn't have a special moment from tonight to reflect on! Guys like me need that sort of thing to look back on! For inspiration, ya know?"

He theatrically flung his arm over his eyes and groaned loudly. You rolled your eyes and turned over. Just another day with your affectionate, if sometimes whiny boyfriend.

"Good night, Cronus."

He was quiet before saying quietly, "Night, cutie."

You felt his fingers run through your hair slowly. It was nice. His fingers were calloused from guitar playing for so many years. So often, you would wake up in the morning and find Cronus awake, sitting in the living room and (unaware of your presence) trying to work on a serenade for you. He alternated haphazardly between writing lyrics and finding which chords to use.

Sometimes, at night, when he thought you were asleep, you could hear him downstairs ranting angrily at himself. Every once in a while, you would hear something break and a following 'SON OF A FUCK!'. You hoped he wouldn't do anything drastic. You would look at his arms and his legs and (when you both were in the Mood) his entire body. You were always relieved to find Cronus was free of scars. Except for the duo on his forehead. But, according to Cronus, that had been from a boating accident years ago. Thank goodness.

~~~~~

You both sat bolt upright in bed. At first, confusion clouded your thoughts, but you quickly realized what was happening; the house was shaking and there was rumbling from somewhere.

"What's going on?!" you hollered. You glanced at the clock and saw that it was about 3:05 AM.

"I don't know!" Cronus yelled. He got up and ran to the window. He squinted out at the sky. "What the hell is that?!"

There was an ear-piercing whistle as something passed overhead and a loud WOOM as the object smashed into the ground. You and Cronus exited the bedroom, running downstairs to the kitchen window, where you could get a better view.

The thing, a meteorite it seemed, had fallen to the beach. It lay half-buried in the sand, smoking and glowing with heat.

"Holy shit," muttered Cronus, eyes huge. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit."

"Wha-what do we do?" you asked, your voice shaking. 'That almost hit the house.' you thought bluntly. 'We could've died. That... That almost hit us..."

"I-I-I-I," Cronus staggered back from the window, the shock of nearly having been killed washing over him. "... I... F-fuck... I don't know..."

You both stayed silent for a minute, letting the brush with death stir in your minds and trying to stop shaking.

"I... I guess I'll go see what it is?" Cronus said uncertainly.

"Take your gun, okay?" you said. You would've offered to go with him, but supposing something bad happened, you would only be putting yourself in danger. You weren't as good a shot as Cronus with that rifle of his.

Cronus went to the closet in the entranceway, stumbling over the rug. He pulled it open and withdrew the family rifle, known as Ahab's Crosshairs. It had been handed down for generations through the Ampora family men, and currently, it belonged to Cronus. His younger brother had wanted it, but Cronus, being the eldest, received it by default.

He hoisted the worn firearm and tried to put on a brave face.

"I may not return, (Name). Remember me. Say kind words at my funeral. Heliotropes are my favorite flower. Take care of Eridan. Remember to-"

"Shut it and go check it out!"

He groaned and tried to hand the gun off to you.

"You're a better shot and you offered! I'll stay here and call the police if shit gets real!"

"Fine!" He started for the door and reluctantly wandered out into the night, towards the glow on the beach.

~~~~~

"Goddammit," Cronus muttered. He carefully picked his way through the brush, taking careful steps. Even with his upbringing in this area, Cronus couldn't remember where every single rock was. The danger of tripping and splitting his head open on an unseen rock was present in his mind.

Finally, he reached the sand. The hot, red glow was about 10 yards away.

"Okay," Cronus breathed deeply. "Oooookay." He looked down at his rifle. This thing had protected his family for generations.

'Don't fail me now.' he thought. And he started off towards the meteorite.

~~~~~

You hovered by the window. You watched Cronus' silhouette pick it's way down to the beach. He was taking the long route, trying to stall. You thought about his rifle. Ahab's Crosshairs, wasn't it? You hoped that relic still worked.

2 minutes passed. Then 5. Then 7. Where was Cronus?

You turned away from the window. Just for a minute, just to go retrieve your robe from the bedroom, when suddenly, blinding light flooded through the windows. You cried out, covering your eyes and falling to your knees. It only lasted a second, but when you opened your eyes, it took a full minute to blink away the vertigo. You slowly stood up and your legs felt like jelly. You had to clutch the counter and rely on your upper body strength for a time before your legs regained their senses.

"What was that?" you said aloud. Then a horrifying thought crossed your mind.

"CRONUS!" you shrieked. You raced to the front door, flinging it open, and you took off into the darkness. You didn't care if you stumbled over a rock. You didn't care if you got a scrape or two. What mattered was what happened to Cronus. That light had come from the beach. If you had been so disoriented standing in the house, Cronus had to be worse off, being right on the beach with it.

Your bare feet were scratched from the nettles on the path and when they came into contact with the sand, you winced in pain. You raced towards the steadily fading glow, your running abated slightly by the sand. There it was! The meteorite's glow was slowly fading, but in it's light, you could see Cronus sprawled on the sand, clutching the rifle loosely.

"Cronus!" you yelled, racing towards him. As you approached, you dropped into a kneel next to him. His eyes were closed and he wasn't moving. His brown locks were a mess, the sand sticking to the remainder of the gel.

"Cronus, please... wake up!" you shook him. "Come on! Wake up!" you slapped him out of desperation.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Once, twice, thrice you whacked his face. Adrenaline was coursing through you at the thought of Cronus, your Cronus, dead.

He groaned. You were silent, listening for any other sound.

"Oww..." Cronus murmured. His eyes opened and squinted at you. "...... Angel o' death?"

You were too relieved to give a snappy remark and leaned down, cradling him and kissing the side of his face many times.

"I love you so damn much." you said, your voice made somewhat croaky by the threat of tears. You felt his hand softly run through your hair, shaking. You looked up at the meteorite. The glow had faded completely and the only light now came from the moon.

"We need to go back inside. Sit up, okay?"

He groaned as you helped him sit up and you got to your feet. You helped him stand and, using the rifle as a cane, allowed him to lean against you as you began to slowly but determinedly make your way back to the house. He was so weak, so fragile. What did that light do to him?

~~~~~

Cronus' vision slid in and out of focus. The beach... The house... The living room... Stairs... Bed... (Name). (Name) was carrying him. He felt her lay his body in bed. In the lamplight, she looked like an angel. His sweet angel.

His head throbbed painfully. There'd been a light. A blinding light. The strangest sensation had swept over him. His body seemed to buzz and not in the good way. Everything felt as though it were being stretched and compressed, set on fire and frozen at the same time. The top of his head felt so itchy on both sides. He couldn't even begin to think about his man parts. What the hell was going on down there?! And above it all, he felt tired. So, so tired. So...

~~~~~

As you finished getting Cronus into bed you sat on the side of the mattress, mulling the situation over in your head. You ought to call the hospital, but... then again... seeing that this had to do with a meteorite... What if government agents showed up to take Cronus away for having contact with a space object capable of rendering people unconscious? You'd seen movies like that. You were aware that sci fi movies were not the best source to consider when the matter is that your boyfriend had been knocked unconscious, but government agents suddenly seemed like a very real possibility.

You decided to wait and see.

You looked Cronus over once more, making sure that there was nothing visibly wrong before you walked around to your side, got under the covers with as little movement as possible, and switched off the light. You immediately closed your eyes and somehow, despite the odds, you drifted off to sleep.

And you never realized that next to you, under his eyelids and all over his cheeks and shoulders, Cronus' irises and freckles glowed violet. And he was not sleeping from the light, but rather his body had shut down from pain that signaled alterations taking place. The meteor had arrived on earth to complete a task, one sent from a desperate race somewhere else out there in the farthest reaches of space. And the meteor's deed was done. Cronus was beginning to change.

~~~~~

When your eyes flickered open, you were too zonked to remember the night before. You turned over and sat up, perched on the edge of the bed. You sat there for a couple minutes, blinking, before you got up and lumbered to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes. You walked over the the sink and turned the tap on, splashing your face with cold water. You stared at your reflection for a minute. Your eyes were puffy, but the water was causing them to open up. Your hair was a rats nest. Your clothes had leaves and... sand... in them... Your eyes snapped open even further and it came back to you. The meteor, the light, Cronus... Oh God...

You turned back to the door and opened it, stepping into the bedroom. Cronus was still laying where you had set him. He was still asleep. But so many things had changed. His tan skin had turned gray, his brown locks turned black, his nails turned yellow. Two strange, wavy, orange horns protruded from his head. He had Cronus's face. He was still your Cronus. But it didn't stop you from shrieking like a banshee and causing Cronus to awake with such a start that he tumbled off the side of the bed.