◆ Karkat x Dave 

Mistimed Confession word count: 2,000+
Karkat fucked up. He wasn't supposed to let him know.
 
Dave fucked up. He was supposed to tell him already.

30th-Century Night: Four Weeks In reincarnation au. word count: 3,000+
"You don't have to fuck me anymore." 

Please Don't Hate Me pale romance, quadrant confusion/vacillation. word count: 6,000+
You don't know what you thought you were doing here or how in all of paradox space this was ever going to work. All you managed to do was completely fuck up your one chance at something great.
 
He's going to fucking hate you.

◆ Lousy Stupid Goddamned Pretty Troll Boy word count: 7,000+
John introduces his best human friend to his best troll friend. Maybe the three of them sit down to watch romcoms, maybe they're just hanging around a lab in the veil, but whatever the circumstance, Dave has trouble paying attention to the conversation at hand. Karkat is good looking and distracting and it's just not fair. Naturally, he begins distracting Karkat while John's talking. Little touches, lip licks, etc. Karkat gets flustered, Dave is thrilled, John is oblivious. It turns into a competition to see who can flirt the most without alerting John to their UST-fueled game.

how...did you tell your friends word count: 7,000+ 💖💎
Unfortunately, you don't fancy your brother's suggestion on how to break the news to John...
There's no other way out of it, you're going to have to just tell him.

◆ Not Friends word count: 8,000+
You're still Dave Strider, and you're pretty sure a certain troll is burning up your lifetime supply of chill.
 
Dave has convinced himself that the thing he has with Karkat is about lust and only lust -- yet when the curiosity of his his closest friends forces him to examine it in more detail, he's acutely uncomfortable with what he finds.

Looks just like the sun word count: 10,000+
“Holy shit,” you whisper. Dave joins you at the window.
 
There are no stars left in the sky. Nothing but blackness and a faint soap bubble sheen.
 
“Is that a dream bubble?” Dave says.
 
And then it swallows you.

Red Pen soulmate au. word count: 10,000+
You were six years old the first time you talked to your soulmate.  Well, no that’s not completely true.  It was the first time you had talked to your soulmate using actual words.  You’d doodled on your skin a lot when you were younger, both out of curiosity and because you were a small child and you didn’t really care about “looking presentable” one way or the other.
It was always a delight to watch somebody else’s scribblings magically appear on your skin.  Some days you would spend hours just drawing all over yourself and wait for a response, which mostly just ended up being swirly lines or x’s crossing out your own work.  Clearly whoever it was didn’t appreciate being drawn on as much as you did.
You’d never really thought of your soulmate as another person (it was hard to think about someone who you couldn’t see and never even talked to in your entire life as anything more than a phantom doodler when you were little) until that fateful day in kindergarten when you got bored and decided to practice your letters on your arm instead of pay attention.
  
You are Karkat Vantas, and you’re pretty sure a certain human is burning up your lifetime supply of chill. Not that it was a substantial amount to begin with.

Red Ties soulmates au. word count: 10,000+
Dave Strider's eyes never turned the color of his soulmates. With his rare eye-color, there's next to no chance they simply share an eye color.
 
One day he meets Karkat Vantas.

Dave Strider's Stupid Fucking Jawline word count: 10,000+
“So Karkat has a crush on Dave,” Jade says.
 
You and John both choke on your ice cream. “Where the fuck did you hear that load of garbage?” you demand.
 
---
 
Generic high school AU. Dave's jawline is really distracting and Karkat does NOT have a crush on him (shut up, Kanaya).

Despite What You've Been Told quadrant confusion/vacillation. word count: 8,000+
"And you know by now it's half past late,
And I only came here for escape,
And you you're just my next mistake,
Like me to you."
 
Karkat Vantas does not have any feeling for Dave Strider stronger than friendship, and he's fine with that.
 
Dave Strider knows Karkat Vantas doesn't feel anything for him, and he tells himself that he's fine with that.
 
They're going to fuck everything up, aren't they?

Within, Without word count: 70,000+
Dave just wants to be left alone. What's the point of anything when what's broken can never be completely fixed?
 
This is the story of Dave Strider and Karkat Vantas, on the longest journey of their lives.

Pretty Things word count: 7,000+ 💎
TG: ive been doing all sorts of creative shit
TG: drawing pretty things
TG: writing sonnets
TG: fucking sonnets for chrissakes
TG: sonnets
TG: ive even been singing
TG: fucking singing
TG: its terrible
TG: im serious
CG: THIS SKETCHBOOK CONSISTS ENTIRELY OF PORTRAITS OF ME.
TG:
TG: oh
TG: that
 
Karkat finds some of Dave's drawings. Not the shitty ones - the really good ones. Shenanigans ensue. Better than the summary, I promise.
 
Brewed Awakening word count: 10,000+
TG: this is the way we get drunk in the morning drunk in the morning drunk in the morning 
CG: THIS IS THE WAY SHUT THE FUCK UP, IT’S COFFEE 
TG: hoo boy touchy much 
TG: we should get together sometime 
CG: IF ANYONE’S TOUCHY IT 
CG: WHAT?
 
In Which Two Internet Friends Finally Get Together In Real Life And Everything Goes Completely Off The Rails

The Eurydice Suite word count: 90,000+
Dream-sharing. A highly illegal little industry in which agents delve into people's dreams and unearth their deepest secrets and memories. And the Strider-Lalondes are the best in the business.
 
Until Dirk Strider gets his fool ass trapped within the confines of his own subconscious, with his Auto-Responder playing malicious prison warden. To save him, it's going to take a team of the world's most talented dreamers to save him.
 
Backed by the token rich friend, lead by the surliest extractor ever bribed out of retirement, haunted by the shade of the l8est and gr8est agent in the biz, and on the run through a dangerous tiered dream in a hostile mind, it's going to take a miracle to pull this one off.
 
Oh Orpheus, sing to me all night...

"The point," Karkat says, balling up the cape and tossing it over one shoulder, "is that I'm curious as fuck about your horrific alien biology, but you never take off any clothes, or let me see anything, really."
 
"Oh, man," Dave groans. "There's nothing to see, jesus."
 
Storytime with Karkat smut fic, word count: 4,000+
Dave and Karkat have storytime with the trollmance novel.
 
-If Dave isn’t going to get jolly over some fantasy troll getting eaten out, he is maybe going to get a little jolly over Karkat getting jolly over some fantasy troll getting eaten out.-
 
Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures smut fic, word count: 8,000+
Karkat starts his heat cycle and Dave becomes more culturally aware. Best bros or not, desperate times call for desperate measures. Screwing your best friend? That's definitely a desperate measure.
 
jizzard smut fic, word count: 2,000+
Dave is horrendously bad at dirty-talk. Karkat accidentally isn't.
 
Karkat: be the romantic. established relationship, fluff/smut fic, word count: 2,000+
"What gives?" he says then, as he shrugs his way out of the gi and you watch the changing shadows under his collarbone. "Some chump at this party still has a turtleneck on."
 
"Yeah, well, some asshole around here doesn't know how to shut up and let himself be spoiled," you say. "Get in the goddamn tub, Strider."

Title translation for Alternian readers:
IN WHICH THE ALIEN PROTAGONIST ATTEMPTS TO BOND MORE CLOSELY WITH HIS MALE TROLL FRIEND, ABOUT WHOM HE HAS CONFUSED ROMANTIC FEELINGS, VIA THE MEDIUM OF EROTIC LITERATURE WRITING.
RATED 8+ SWEEPS FOR MENTIONS OF EQUIPMENT OF A SEXUAL NATURE, GENITALIA, CONCUPISCENT ACTIVITES, AND FREQUENT FREUDIAN SLIPS.
 
A beginner's guide to playing hopscotch, overcoming internalized homophobia, and falling in love with your alien best friend.
 
Disclaimer: results may take up to three (3) years to appear.
 
Pro-Tip: Don't Panic word count: 10,000+
or, Karkat Vantas’s Foolproof Advice for Tolerating, Befriending, and Otherwise Romancing Smug, Moody Aliens Who Never Shut Their Face Gash
 
◆ Shameless Dave/Karkat Porn smut fic, word count: 3,000+ 💎
The thing about Karkat Vantas is, he might be a pompous, noisy windbag with an inflated opinion of his own importance, and if he was suddenly struck down by some kind of vicious troll laryngitis the universe's total amount of chill and quiet would suddenly go up three levels...
 
But turns out he's also a great fuck.
 
Since the universe knows just how terrible Karkat Vantas is, the unseen forces of fate decide to make him live with Dave Strider.
 
Little did he know that Mr. Insufferable Prick would end up being the main reason he survived college.

A Series of Coincidental Mishaps word count: 30,000+
“Is she your…?” You try not to blatantly look like you’re scoping him out, and fail. He considers you, and then seems to come to a decision.
“No, we’re just friends,” he says gruffly, looking down. It’s a sore spot, maybe he’s looking for a rebound. Maybe you don’t mind being that rebound if it means you get to bury your hands in that fluffy black hair-
“Well, good,” you say, awkwardly. Something like a smile tugs at his mouth, but he fights it down. His hair is dark and curly, almost hiding two nubby horns. They’re probably the smallest you've ever seen on a troll. His face looks delicate, and his skin looks soft. You want to reach out and see if you’re wrong.

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