Karkat is depressed, being neglected has taken a toll on him. He's about to end his suffering. Is there anyone who can save him from himself? Davekat fanfic - Homestuck. Rated M for future chapters. also foul language (should be expected). Discontinued (sorry)

His dad disowned him and his best friend left him. John's left alone, until one night that is. He's been stabbed and is dying in an alley when a troll named Karkat takes him back to his house, saving John's life. While John stays with him, he falls in love with the troll. But when John's past catches up to him, he's terrified that everyone will leave him. Johnkat, Johndave.

Hoping to forget the events that lead to their father's death, Kankri and Karkat move to a new town to start over. There Kankri meets Cronus, a boy who is part of a dangerous gang. Kankri doesn't want to get involved with him, but he can't seem to stay away from him.

Karkat is abused by his dad, and has to protect his kid cousin Nepeta as well. When his dad goes too far one night, Sollux finds him. Now Karkat is hiding from his dad, will he be able to keep it up? (coverart belongs to the creator) *trigger warning*

There have always been musicians playing at the subway station; the has-been's, the wanna-be's... They've been there for as long as you can remember. But one day, when you are about 20, you finally hear something fantastic: a keyboard, played by none other than a certain John Egbert. JohnDave, DaveJohn, Hammertime, Pepsicola

{Humanstuck. Crime AU} Gamzee and Sollux are jewel thieves who are planning to steal all the jewels in a famous museum. Tavros and Karkat are assigned to the job of stopping them. At first, it's a game of cat-and-mouse, each duo just out of the other's reach. But it becomes a tad difficult to capture the enemy if you're falling in love with the enemy...Solkat, Gamtav, Johndave.

It didn't matter how hard you tried; how loud you tried to scream, to cry, to beg; how much you strained on the vocal cords you were convinced didn't exist; how often you prayed to every deity your young mind could imagine; you couldn't speak. Not even so much as utter a sound. And to make it worse, it was lonely. But then John Egbert works his way into your life. Mute!Dave