A/N: Hey I've been seeing a great deal of art about this sort of crossover, so what the hell? I thought I'd write something. Everyone's sixteen or older in this.

Finals? Studying? What grade dependency? Shit, it's all about homestuck.

Prince Egbert was a long way from home. His home, with long marbling towers and a cluster of handmaids waiting on his every order. His home, with the endless amounts of jesters his father had hired just for his entertainment that the prince didn't even really like. His home, with his father so buried in work that he barely even saw him anymore. His home, where his nanna used to bake a cake for random occasions, like "Happy 3rd Tuesday of the Month!" His home, where he was the sole heir of an entire kingdom.

Yeah, Prince Egbert was a long way from home.

But he didn't even think of it.

There were crowds of people heading towards the towering tents of red and blue, the lanterns illuminating the exact place. He approached the ticket booth, afraid that the vendor might recognize him. But he realized the vendor was blind, with flashing red glasses that grinned wide when he dropped a few coins into her slim fingers. She nodded, and gestured to the rest of the circus without a word. He began to take a step, when she tugged his arm back.

"Forgot to ink you," she enunciated, and her tongue poked out a little. She took out a feather quill, dipped it into a blue ink bottle out of an array of colors, and drew a funny little symbol on his hand.

"T-thank you," he stuttered, and quickly walked away, rubbing his hand cautiously, which only made the ink hiss and burn permanently into his skin. Strangely, it didn't hurt. He was too busy staring at the wondrous contraptions this place had thought of. A man in a double tier bicycle approached him and handled him a soft pink balloon, and he refused to accept the coin he pulled out of his pocket, only shaking his head and grinning widely.

The circus itself wasn't one huge big top like he expected. It was a smattering of smaller, cozier tents, all with signs advertising different abilities. As he walked by each one, a different long-legged being would be standing outside the tent, attempting to coax him into the tent.

"Hey, you seem purrfect for my love predictions! I'm paw-sitive! Come on in, I'll tell you what your heart really desires," a yellow eyed girl asked, short and skinny. Her smile was close lipped, beckoning.

"Hey! You! Want to see real strength? Come into the tent, there are strong men in here!" A muscular body-builder told him. The yellow-eyed girl rolled her eyes.

"Equius! You're scaring him away!" she said.

"Fiddlesticks. Sorry, sir," he said to the prince, giving a weak smile in apology, showing an array of smashed teeth. He nodded, swallowing fear, and walked on. The calls to enter other's tents only grew stronger.

"I can bring you luck, hot thing-"

"I can show you science! Science! Not fake magic like the other lowly cretins here-"

"Looks like you need a motherfucking miracle, my brother-"

He ignored them all, his shoes crunching in the sweet spring grass as the gypsy blue moon rose steadily in the sky.

He passed by another tent, that was stark red with no signs or ornaments around it. Only a man, or a boy, your age, with black sunglasses and blonde hair. He wore a black suit, in stark contrast to the casual clothing of everyone around him. They stared at eachother as the prince walked past, not saying a single word. He was about to say something, when the sunglasses boy retreating back into the tent.

The prince blinked, and tucked his front teeth away into his mouth, which he often did when he was puzzled.

"Care to see your fortune, John Egbert?"

The voice was low and smooth, coming from behind him. John Egbert spinned around, raising an eyebrow and pushing up his thick framed glasses. "Excuse me? How d-did you know-"

"I'm a seer. I know everything." Her eyes are a deep purple, reflecting knowledge and wisdom. Her hair was lighter than the blonde boy's, almost a white. Her bare feet curled into the grass, and she cradled a crystal ball in her hands. Out of all of the people in the circus, she actually looked like a gypsy, with a bandana wrapped around her head and a swooping skirt. "Besides, anyone could recognize those royal blue eyes. Well, anyone outside of this sheltered circus."

Royal blue eyes. He didn't know that was a thing. John stared blankly, blinking a few times.

"Well, do you want your fortune told or not?" she asked again. He nodded shortly, and she smirked, going into the purple tent. He swept away the beaded door, into the candle-lit room. She placed the crystal ball on a rounded table, sweeping her ringed hand over it. He smooths his hair, sitting at the chair across from the girl.

"Uh, what's your name?" he asked, trying to break the silence.

"Rose Lalonde. Now shush." John shushed like a scolded child, and she stared at the crystal ball thoughtfully. She didn't do any dramatics; she didn't wave her hands around and shout gibberish. Rose Lalonde seemed like the kind of fortune teller who talk shit with zero results. "You've ran away from home."

John could have told himself that. He didn't need a crystal ball to say that. But he didn't want to be shushed again, so he kept his mouth shut.

"And for good reason. Your advisors planning for a coup d'etat? Shame," she continued. John's face whitened, horrified.

"Holy shit you cannot tell anyone about that!" John said, waving his arms about. Lalonde smiled softly.

"My lips are sealed. I only speak for the client." She placed her fingers to her black lips. Then she turned back to the ball. "I see a lot of fight. Struggle. Pain. But you are not alone. There are others. I see a fire, with the flames rising higher and higher, reflecting in your eyes. I see much love and hurt."

"Anything specific?" Egbert didn't want this psychic to be some fake, because she seemed legit.

"Well-" Rose paused, and grabbed John's hand, pulling it towards her. She inspected the strange ink marking on his hand, her lips crawling into a small smile once again. "Oh, I see."

"What?" John asked, staring at her staring at his hand.

She was about to say something, when the curtain opened again and a short young man with bags under his eyes came storming in.

"Lalonde! What the fuck is this about you and Maryam in…" he saws John there, and his attitude faltered. "Sorry, didn't know you had a client. Didn't mean to interrupt."

"Karkat, I'll ignore the fact that you just apologized to me, if you will come over here and see this," Rose said, and gestured for this Karkat to take a look at John's hand, making the heir very uncomfortable. "Look at the marking."

"Well shit in an uncle's fucking monkey," Karkat breathed. "Did Terezi give this to him?" he turned to John. "Did a freaky girl with red glasses mark this on you?"

"Yeah," John said hesitantly. "Didn't she mark everyone? To get in?"

"No," Karkat said slowly.

"Looks like we have our new Wind."