Homestuck Oneshot Compilation

<> Dirkkat <>

A/N: I found an old palerom Dirkkat blurb I'd written and figured it was decent enough to publish. It's angsty tho be warned
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Somehow, Karkat hadn't ever imagined that death wouldn't be this relaxing.

No, he wasn't dead like that. Technically, (as Feferi had explained with a well-practiced smile,) Dreambubbles save the mind and soul before you die. Only your body is dead!

He guessed that explained the whole "oh no, don't let L.E. double-kill you!" situation, but he still wanted to slam his head onto the nearest desk or wall anytime the phrase was said.

And sure, he'd had to float through other peoples' dreams and memories for an uncomfortably long span of time, but in the end, Karkat thought everything had ended shockingly well.

Because, in the end, he'd met Dirk.

Maybe not the Dirk from his original timeline, but he still gave Karkat the undeniable feeling in his bloodpusher that he was his Dirk.

The Dirk that he was meant to know and save and hurt and ultimately fall horns-over-heels in love with.

And somehow, without words, he could tell the feeling was mutual. That Dirk felt that ache in his chest that meant this was his Karkat, too.

There was that time when the troll swore that his bloodpusher was just f***ed up; giving him phantom pains because it was no longer there.

The two of them couldn't (shouldn't) fit into quadrants; and definitely not like this.

Not with the way humans were painfully ignorant about everything, and could only comprehend flush feelings.

Not with Strider's splinters and the intense loathing he possessed for every single part of himself--that hatred that hit far too close to home.

And Karkat hated himself even more because he knew that those excuses weren't anywhere near what this was about.

This was about Karkat being a coward all over again: wallowing in his own doubt and anxiety, and trashtalking himself for it while doing absolutely nothing to fix it.

Because he'd never heard of a Moiraillagence feeling so complete on its own.

He'd never heard of a Moiraillagence with an almost red-like intensity, he'd never heard of a human even being capable of pity in the troll sense of the word.

So this had to be nearing the end, wasn't it? He was a fool for believing his life could ever be this wonderful.

Humans couldn't pity.

But then Dirk would build a pile out of pillows, or he'd remember how shooshpaps worked without even having to ask, or he'd ask why couldn't humans have a range of emotions as wide as trolls do?

And slowly, slowly, Karkat began to understand.

He let go of being worried and the negative voice in his head started shutting up for once.

In the end, it was just a range of emotions, and maybe they didn't have to be so different.

Maybe their feelings didn't have to align perfectly in the first place.

And he was wrong.

There were ups and downs, and other people came and stayed and left, but the feeling of having an unbreakable bond stayed.

He didn't have to be alone.

They'd found home, and everything was finally the way it was meant to be.

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