A shiver passes through Rose’s body as John lets the warm oil drizzle down her back, forming careful crisscross patterns along her spine.
He pauses to admire the results. "HOw’s it-?" His voice comes dry, cracking on a weirdly nervous note. John swallows. "How. How does it feel? Like, it’s not too hot, is it?"
Slowly, Rose turns just her neck, to face him. Her lips have the quirk of amusement that they always seem to be stuck with, but the look she aims him is filled with so much tenderness his heart wobbles.
"I’d say we’re at an optimum amount of hotness.” Intentionally or not, the way she shifts her shoulders, her hips, her everything, it makes his head go a bit fuzzy. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
It takes way, way too long for him to realize that, oh yeah, questions typically are followed by answers. “I. Oh! Yeah. Definitely, I. Agree. With that.”
Her cool expression finally gives way to an amused grin, complete with a laugh. “Would it help if I say I’m nervous too?”
"…and you shouldn’t be either. For the record. You’re really pretty."
"O-" That makes her pause. "Oh." The way she goes red, spreading in a warm wave from cheeks to her shoulders and even more downwards, the sight makes his cheeks tickle. "Well, um. You, too."
He makes a face. “What?”
"I mean…ugh, you know what I mean." She coughs. "Isn’t one of us supposed to be getting a massage here?"
"Psssh," John snorts. But he smiles as he hunkers down next to her. "Dork."
"Love you too."
With his thumb he traces a heart between her shoulder blades.
Grimdorks fanfiction under the cut
I’m really, REALLY proud of this. This is the first time I wrote something where I already had written the same scene previously from a different perspective, so I had to challenge myself to keep things consistent across both while still being true to both characters in their respective overviews
Nevermind that I wrote the first one like, over six months ago, or that it could do with some rewriting/editing. Maybe I’ll get around to that later.
HSWC BR6: John<3Rose
a companion piece to Team Heir to the Thorn’s beautiful MR2 entry, Bun on the Run, which I suggest you read first not only because it will make this clearer but also because it is awesome.
"Yes, I understand. I’ll look into it right away and contact you once I’ve found out more. Thank you, good day."
You hang up the phone and take a moment to think, tapping your pen against your desk. This new case shouldn’t prove particularly difficult – not for Rose Lalonde, ace wizard detective. It may require some assistance, but luckily you’re not short in that department, either: your secretary, one John Egbert, has made an excellent partner in recent months (in more ways than one, you might add, but that’s not currently pertinent to your work).
"John, come here for a moment."
written for one of the hswc bonus rounds, theme was board games. note: i haven’t played chess in years, things may not be right, and this is the first fic i’ve actually posted on here too. c:
word count: 477
summary: John is absolutely awful when it comes to chess. Shenanigans ensue.
Seeing as your sister is already greeting your mutual best bro with a face lick (secondhand embarrassment much), it seems tame to just be holding Rose in a hug, albeit the involuntary windy thing whipping up the air around the two of you. “Uh… you didn’t answer my question,” you remind her after her laughter dies down a little. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing’s funny, John.” The word sounds safe in her voice, though you’ve never heard her say it before. Looking her over, you see the polar opposite of what she looked like during your first meeting. Bright, happy, bubbly, and as vivid as you ever hoped she would be. One thing is still the same: her eyes. They really are purple. Imagine that! “It’s just.. well, we were all starting to think we’d never meet.” She’s resting her hand on your arm, which has its hairs standing on end from the touch, to stay steady in the wind. Whoops.
You chuckle in return and ruffle your hair as a nervous habit. “Yeah, I know what you me— Get a room!” you shout in a squeak to Jade and Dave (fucking puberty, man). Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the former pull off a remarkable dipping kiss with the other. Cats don’t dance, but apparently your part-dog sister can.
Jade’s only response is an ever-so-creative flip of the bird, so you shift your glance to the cool kid to see what he does. He pushes her lightly away, stands straight up, attempts to spin her, and gets her harlequin hoods tangled with his cape for his trouble. “Shit, this wasn’t supposed to… damn it…”
He’s still babbling on and on while Rose speaks up again. Guess who gets your attention. “Excuse Dave. He’s always like this,” she purrs in annoyance. Who’d have ever guessed the girl could be so intense? You knew she had a cool side, but this cool? You feel about ready to freeze!
“Heh, yeah… Is this where I’m supposed to say sorry for Jade?” Your voice squeaks again, but hey, the windy thing stopped! There’s no more awkward arm touching— but now it’s because she’s hugging you. Rose never really struck you as the touchy feely type yet here she is, not wanting to let go. You’re about to ask what the big deal is. Then you remember.
You idiotic little shit, she thinks you’re supposed to be married. Why did you say that. WHY.