Treekat and Karkat Fanfiction

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[treekarff]

sickly, abused, and gender confused 👍

[chlorophasmic]

[treekarff]

get off the counter thats not where you sleep

[treekarff]

(asses = hearts)

[treekarff]

au where everything is the same but finn + karkat

[treekarff]

Sweet mornings

Karkat woke with a start. Nothing new there, considering that happened numerous times a night due to nightmares. Something that was new, however, or relatively so, was the person lying next to him. Karkat and his.. boyfriend had fallen asleep while watching movies, something that seemed to happen regularly lately. Even if it had, Karkat still had trouble getting used to it. And while it improved his sleeping tremendously, he kept waking up around six in the morning.

Of course, having someone next to you doesn't take away the nightmares. But it makes them much more bearable. Instead of lying awake for half an hour or so after waking up, it made Karkat able to go back to sleep almost immediately, requiring only that he held onto something of Toby's. His hand, his shirt.. It didn't really matter. Knowing that there was someone there, someone that cared, that wouldn't let him be alone.. It was enough. When Karkat was tired, he'd be able to lay around in bed all day, doing absolutely nothing.  But when he felt rested, he felt uncomfortable in bed. So while he got to wake up next to his boyfriend, it rarely happened that the same occured the other way around. Considering Toby had been complaining about that, Karkat had decided that he'd make up for it today: he'd make breakfast.

His cooking abilities were okay, considering he'd had to take care of himself for most of his life, but he was horrible at making dishes look presentable. The last few days, when he got some time alone, or when Toby wasn't paying attention, he'd done some research on the matter. Of course, Karkat realised that Toby would love the food regardless, but he at least wanted to put some effort in it, to seem like he was actually trying.

Slowly and gently he moved Toby's hand out of his own, a soft and rare smile on his face as he got out of bed. He kept as quiet as he could as he moved himself to the kitchen, biting his lip in a habit as he looked around. Time to get to work.

A few ideas had been mentally noted, none of which he was actually planning to execute. He was a romantic, always had been. He loved cheesy movies. Doing something cheesy himself, however.. That felt incredibly embarrassing. There would be no food in the form of a heart, though he was sure his boyfriend would be delighted, no letters spelling out 'I love you'. The thoughts alone already made him blush. No, it was going to be lowkey. The idea he'd decided on was quite simple: two waffles, topped with strawberries and whipped cream. The whole would be coated with chocolate syrup. If he got it his way, on the plate there'd be a rose made of chocolate sauce as well. If that didn't work out, which it was very likely to, he'd just put a muffins on top of the misformed chocolate rose, a rose decoration stuck into it.

Karkat got to work on the batter for the muffins first, considering they'd take a while in the oven. That was easy enough - sure, the kitchen became a little messy, but no worse than usual. A batch of muffins was soon put in the oven, the aroma of the baked goods starting to fill the kitchen. He could only hope Toby would sleep through it.

Then he got to work on the waffles, something he did regularly, too. Making food was easy, really. Making it look good, however.. He shook his head. No time for negative thoughts. They could invade his head all day, like they usually did, but for once he had to do something properly. It was just a small thing, but it felt important.

He took the strawberries he'd bought and washed them, carefully removing the crown and slicing them in half. Then he removed the waffles from the iron, putting them on the plate.

Usually, he'd just throw the fruit on top, or keep it next to it. Now he put them down carefully side by side, making sure they covered the waffles completely. Did that look okay? Good enough, right? It had to be covered with whipped cream, anyway. That was the next step. How did you actually put whipped cream on top of things without it ending next to said things? The internet had made it look so easy. Too easy, really. It'd never worked that way for Karkat. The tip of his tongue stuck out between his lips as he started topping the strawberries with whipped cream, carefully. And he failed - half of it ended up next to the waffles. ".. Damn it," he mumbled, glaring at the food.

Then he started removing the excess whipped cream with a spoon, cleaning the plate with a paper towel. And he went again, over the places he missed, adding a bit more in the center. The excess whipped cream laid somewhere forgotten on the kitchen counter.

Now came the hardest part - the chocolate syrup. Cascading it over the whipped cream would be easy enough, especially considering it wouldn't be too bad if there was some next to the waffles. On the pictures he'd seen, it was usually like that, and it definitely looked good. So that was done soon enough. And then he started working on the rose, exactly like the tutorial video he'd memorised. He was halfway there. Halfway.

He was halfway through the fucking rose when his ear started to itch, and without a second thought the hand holding the chocolate syrup shot up to scratch it. Most of the syrup shot next to Karkat's head, but a decent amount of it was now covering his face. Cue the cursing. "That itching couldn't fucking have waited for one more minute, could it? What in the devil's name did I do to deserve chocolate syrup all over my fucking face? Why am I such an imbecile that I can't remember to use any of my other three limbs to scratch? For fuck's sake, I could've used my leg and not mess up, but of course I had to use my right fucking hand - screw my life. No, you know what, screw making breakfast. Who even invented breakfast food? Must've been some moron that wasn't satisfied with literally all the other food in the world that's easier to prepare and doesn't look better with whipped cream and chocolate syrup. Probably the same idiot that figured it'd be a good idea to invade Russia in the winter. I'm talking to you here, Napoleon. Go to fucking hell!" This was followed by an agitated growl, putting the chocolate syrup down too hard so it shot up and covered most of the kitchen counter, and Karkat folding his arms over each other angrily.

And then he heard noises - he'd been too loud. Shit.

He checked the time, figured the muffins would be okay and quickly got them out of the oven. One was quickly decorated with a rose and put on the plate - which now, like everything else in the kitchen, was covered in spots of chocolate syrup. Then Karkat turned around, plate in his hands, only to be greeted by a sleepy Toby. Or well, by now, his eyes were wide with surprise.

Karkat watched his boyfriend's face break up into a grin. This, in turn, made Karkat pout. His goal had been a smile, to let this gesture make Toby happy. Now he was just holding in his laughter for Karkat's sake. Not that Karkat could really blame him, considering most of the kitchen, including himself, was covered in chocolate syrup.

Toby started approaching him, and Karkat held out the plate. ".. I made breakfast," he said bluntly, his eyes looking at the ground.

"And you decorated the kitchen, too," Toby mused, now a giggle escaping his mouth. "Very nice." He took the plate from Karkat and put it on the kitchen table, placing a kiss on Karkat's lips. "I love it."

Slowly Karkat looked up at Toby again, encouraged by the words and the kiss. "I completely messed up," he mumbled, genuinely upset. He literally couldn't do anything right, could he?

Toby placed a hand on the clean half of Karkat's face. "Hey, it's the thought that counts. The food looks lovely," he said, a smile on his face. "And so do the waffles, by the way."

Karkat blushed, pouting again. "Rude."

"I'm just kidding, Karkat," Toby said happily as he walked around the kitchen table, finding the only clean chair and sitting down on it.

Being glad the conversation wasn't necessarily continued, and that there wouldn't be made more jokes about this mess, which definitely wasn't funny, Karkat grabbed a fork and knife and handed them to Toby. "It's for making up for the fact that you never get to wake up next to me." He figured he had to say something, and at least now he was somewhat in control of the jokes. Toby wouldn't make a comment when he'd just said something sweet.

"You didn't have to do that!" His boyfriend said with light surprise, a glint in his eyes that Karkat figured was happy. Until Toby's hand went up to his right cheek, removing some of the chocolate syrup. "But it's very sweet of you," he added, with an emphasis on 'sweet'.

Karkat's pout returned, and he faced away from Toby as he got to cleaning up. This conversation was definitely over.

As Toby enjoyed his breakfast, Karkat managed to remove most of the chocolate syrup and the bit of whipped cream from the kitchen counter, his face, and all other places he found some. The kitchen looked good as new again, despite the dirty dishes, clothes and the leftover muffins on the counter. Karkat hated cleaning - but anything to stop the attention from being on something he'd messed up.

Finishing the breakfast, Toby got up and put his dishes in the sink. He pulled Karkat's arm to have the other face him, smiling. "Thank you. They tasted really good!" He said happily, pulling Karkat closer.

Karkat, happy Toby was done with making fun of it, smiled slightly. Not only because of that, but also because he'd made the other smile. "Good."

He remained silent, eyeing his boyfriend for a moment. Then he leaned in for a kiss, his eyes closing. It wasn't often he initiated kisses, or really any kind of affection. It was something he was still getting used to. But right now, he was just happy he had someone to give affection to, to love. Someone he trusted not to hurt him, someone he wanted around as much as possible - even if the affection was smothering some times. Right now, he was happy to kiss his boyfriend - the person that is definitely the love of his life.

[treekarff]

their relationship is dead but im still gonna draw them

[ask-futurekat]

==> Dirk: Brush his hair.

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[treekarff]

Midsummer Day

After not having seen his best friend for a week, Karkat was definitely feeling the effects of his depression again. Of course, the emotions had just been suppressed by ones more important at the time. But now it was summer vacation and he didn’t see the only tolerable person in the world daily anymore. Hell, there’d barely been any messaging. Either Toby was busy, or had grown tired of Karkat. Of course, the boy assumed the first. Who wouldn’t grow tired of him? He didn’t blame Toby, he just felt miserable and that was that. No one’s fault.

Regardless, he was feeling really shitty. He hadn’t eaten yesterday, neither had he touched any food today. He drank, but only coffee, even if he knew caffeine didn’t help depression. Every time he entered the kitchen it became more tempting to reach into the drawer and- no, bad thoughts. He hadn’t cried in so long, now he felt like he couldn’t but really needed to.

He knew the friendship had been a bad idea.

Karkat wanted to defeat the empty feeling in his body, the empty feeling that absorbed him, that stopped him from doing anything at all. But he knew only one way to do this, and that involved a knife. I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all, echoed in his head, one of his favorite songs. He knew he couldn’t fight it forever. But he didn’t want any more scars.

So he grabbed his phone languidly, scrolling through his contacts. Treekat, as his ‘best friend’ and crush was still called in there.

I don’t want to bother you, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop myself for much fucking longer.

He knew the other would understand his words. And the reply was almost instant.

What? What’s wrong?

Karkat sighed. Did the other really not notice? Some kind of busy he must be.

I learned that feelings I thought had disappeared were just suppressed instead.

As he pressed sent, he stood up, only to fall back down on his bed lifelessly. What use was getting up, anyway? And he didn’t hear another sound, so Toby hadn’t replied. Great to- oh.

Toby had immediately hurried over to Karkat’s house, having taken along what had kept him busy all week and shouting. “Karkat, are you alright?”

Karkat simply groaned in return, though he was very much relieved to know that Toby hadn’t actually stopped caring. He heard footsteps on the staircase, then his door being opened and some plastic bags rustling before something warm laid down next to him and arms were wrapped around him. “Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Yes it is, you were about to… Uhm.. To harm yourself.”

“I’m still depressed, Treekat.”

“Treekat?” Toby inquired, raising an eyebrow and shaking his head, then just holding Karkat closer. “I know you still are. It doesn’t disappear just like that. I’m sorry.”

“Not your fucking fault.”

The warm silhouette next to him moved away and again Karkat heard rustling of bags.

“Karkat, want to see what I’ve been busy with all week?”

Not really, the boy thought, but he looked up regardless. And a surge of warmth went through him as he saw the project in front of him. One big canvas, covered with several roses, covered with pictures of him and the redhead in front of him. One big canvas filled with sweet words. He managed to sit up straight, staring at the canvas.

Toby realized that it must’ve felt like he had been ignoring or neglecting the other, but he’d wanted it to be a surprise. “It’s not done, I wanted to give it to you.. Well, I had plans for the day after tomorrow.”

Karkat slowly stood up, staring at the canvas, then at Toby and wrapping his arms around him. “I’m sorry.”

“You have no reason to apologize, Karkat,” Toby answered, the smile sounding in his voice as he returned the hug.

“.. I doubted you. That’s fucking reason enough.”

Toby sighed, putting his lips against the other’s forehead. “It’s understandable. Be ready early the day after tomorrow,” he said, his cheerful tone returned. “And don’t you dare harm yourself. You’re beautiful Karkat. And I love you!”

Karkat, though not feeling better at all, nodded slightly. What kind of friend was he, to distrust the other like that? He felt horrible, even worse than he’d been feeling before. He deserved the pain he wanted to give himself.

And that was probably evident on his face. “I’m going to take all your knives from you just in case.” Toby hurried down to the kitchen, leaving Karkat there staring blankly in front of himself. He automatically bit his lip to inflict pain upon himself, then went to the shower to pretend to take care of himself. He did shower, he hid his bleeding in the progress. He got out, pulled on some clean pants and laid back down in bed.

Toby was too sweet for him and he knew it. How did he deserve someone like that? What even were the other’s plans? How did he even dare to doubt him?

“Fuck this shit,” he mumbled, hearing steps approach again.

Toby laid down next to his friend once more, ruffling his wet hair. “Good, you’ve showered. I need to leave again for more preparations. Do not even think about hurting yourself, and message me whenever necessary. No objections allowed.” He sounded like a ‘mom’ now, but he didn’t care. He knew Karkat was unfamiliar with such tones besides them sounding authoritative.

Pressing another kiss to his friend’s forehead, Toby then took his leave, taking the canvas with him.

And Karkat proceeded to sleep and do nothing all day. In fact, he forgot about his appointment, so at midsummer day, the day Treekat had wanted to use, he was still sleeping when he was lifted up in two arms.

“I told you to wake up early,” Toby said, simply carrying Karkat to the shower. It didn’t seem like the other had been doing anything else but sleeping since he’d left two days earlier.

Karkat simply groaned, not yet aware what was going on till he heard the water of the shower starting to run. What the- he was definitely not showering with someone else in there. “Go away,” he hissed, struggling in Treekat’s arms.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help you?” Toby was almost teasing as he put the other down, then just laughed. “But you’re awake now.” He hurried out of the shower, a light blush on his face now. That’d been way too cheeky. Time to make breakfast instead.

As Karkat started to clean up, he realized he was going to be made breakfast. He was very much not hungry, even if he hadn’t eaten for a few days, and was still feeling just as empty. Whatever. He didn’t know what the plans for today were, but he sincerely hoped it hadn’t been as much trouble as it seemed. A week of preparation. Why?

He showered, changed into a sweater and some jeans and headed down to the kitchen. He didn’t think there’d be much of a breakfast as he hadn’t bought anything for a while, but apparently his friend had come prepared and on the table were two plates with croissants, strawberries, and a bit of cheese. Next to both plates was a cup of tea. It looked cute, tasty, but as Karkat sat down his appetite didn’t change.

“Good morning!” Toby then exclaimed as if this was the first time they saw each other today. “Enjoy your breakfast.” And he himself started eating, peacefully.

Karkat just stared at his friend, first emotionlessly, then sadly. He really did feel bad for doubting the other, even if Treekat didn’t seem to mind. How was he going to make up to that? Or to the breakfasts, and all other sweet things Toby had given him. He couldn’t make up to any of that, he was worthless and he knew it.

“Eat,” Toby said, looking at Karkat with a light frown on his face. But he didn’t get a response, so he stood up and sat on the chair next to Karkat instead. Then he started feeding him.

Karkat, upon realizing the other’s plan, blushed brightly, backing off as far as possible. But then a croissant was forced into his mouth, and he found himself starting to eat, his stomach making noises that probably should be considered happy. Then a cup of tea was brought to his lips, and he drank, realizing how thirsty he’d been. Once he’d started, he continued eating himself, probably way too quickly. Then he looked at Toby, embarrassed.

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

Toby simply smiled. There, Karkat was fed again. They were going to have fun, whether Karkat wanted to or not. But upon seeing Karkat a couple of days ago, he realized his previous plans were probably too much. Or too much amongst people, anyway. So he decided to move parts inside and let the rest be.

He’d gathered flowers, brought along food for a picnic and movies for them to watch in the comfort of Karkat’s room. And of course, he’d brought along the now finished canvas, which he was determined to hang above his best friend’s bed. Maybe just a little more than a best friend, maybe a crush – no, definitely not. Platonic friends they were and would always be.

“Wait here,” he then said, taking one of the bags he’d brought along and heading to Karkat’s bedroom. Loud banging was heard as nails were hammered into the wall. Karkat didn’t really care enough at the moment to go and check, so he waited obediently.

Toby then cleaned up as well, realizing that Karkat actually hadn’t been doing anything at all. He put open a window, made up the bed and then headed back downstairs. “Alright, do you want to know the plans for today?” He asked cheerfully, his mood never being brought down by someone else’s.

Karkat, not wanting to ruin the day and knowing he had a lot to make up to, nodded in response.

“I thought we’d start by making flowers crowns – don’t look down upon that they’re pretty and everyone knows it – and then have an indoors picnic, followed by watching movies upstairs. Is that okay?”

Doing his best to appear at least slightly enthusiastic, Karkat nodded once more. “I don’t know how to fucking make flower crowns, but it sounds like fun,” he said, knowing he sounded completely out of character.

“That’s alright, I’ll teach you!” With that, he swiftly removed the empty plates from the table to the sink and then emptied one of his bags on the table. There were roses, violets, daisies, and lots of different flowers that could result in potentially gorgeous flower crowns. Amongst the flowers were two knives as well, and Toby took his seat again. He was going to cheer Karkat up, no matter what it’d take.

“What kind of flowers do you think fit me?” He asked.

Karkat looked at the assortment on the table and then picked out some pink roses and daisies.

“Alright,” Toby said with a smile, taking Karkat’s hands in his and giving him a knife in one while the other was holding a rose. “With these, you’ll make a base of the roses and add daisies to it. To make a base, you cut through the stem of the rose near the end, then pull through another stem, the flower will keep it in place.” As he spoke, his hands made Karkat’s do the actions twice and then smiled.

Karkat just felt slightly flushed due to the contact, which was nice after all the emptiness he’d been feeling. As he started working on his own, he felt himself becoming slightly more relaxed. And he heard Toby working besides him.

“How do I add the-“ but he didn’t get to finish his sentence as Toby’s experienced fingers had already finished a crown of red and yellow roses, with some other white smaller flowers Karkat didn’t know the name of on them as well.

“Red.. Red roses stand for “I love you”, and for respect. And yellow show you care, show friendship, and in this case also “welcome back” and “remember me”. So when wearing this, don’t forget you’re amazing, okay?” With those words and a smile, Toby put the crown on Karkat’s head.

Karkat responded with a blush, looking at the unfinished crown in his own hand.

“Pink roses stand for admiration, sympathy, kindness, sweetness, joy and gladness,” Toby explained, as his hands were slowly showing Karkat how to add the daisies.

“They.. Fit you,” Karkat said, a very light smile playing around the corners of his mouth. He really felt like kissing the other. Slowly he was starting to feel better again. What an effect a single person could have on you, huh?

And then he started to add the daisies to the crown, carefully placing it on top of Toby’s head then.

“Good, now we both look pretty!” Toby exclaimed, taking his phone from his pocket. “Let’s make a selfie!”

“No,” Karkat groaned, looking away embarrassed.

“Come on, Karkat. No one will see.”

And then the picture was made, showing a happy Toby and grumpy Karkat. Perfect.

Toby stood up to retrieve a vase. The leftover flowers could make for a beautiful bouquet if arranged properly, so he’d do that together with Karkat. “Have you ever done flower arrangements?” He asked as he filled the vase with water and then turned to Karkat.

A shake of the other’s head was all it took to confirm Toby’s suspicions. “No matter. I want you to arrange the flowers as you like, and if you think something looks off when finished, we’ll fix that. Go on!” He said cheerfully, putting the vase down in front of Karkat who immediately got to work.

He had no idea what he was doing, just mixing flowers and colors in a way he thought would look pretty. He didn’t know, he had no idea. But he did his best, using up all the colorful flowers on his table and then looking at Toby for confirmation.

“It’s amazingly pretty!” Toby said, being happily surprised at Karkat’s apparent natural talent on this matter. “You did very well.”

Karkat couldn’t help but smile slightly at the compliment.

“We’ll put it on your nightstand, come on.”

With those words, Toby grabbed Karkat’s hand in his own and carried the vase with the bouquet in his other, going upstairs to his best friend’s bedroom. There he put down the vase, though Karkat had stopped in his tracks when he saw the finished canvas.

It looked amazing. He.. He would never be able to forget again what an amazing friend Toby was and what a shitty one he was.

A small word in big letters in the middle, above the pictures and flowers and above the other sweet words made him blush, so did a longer word at the bottom. ‘Love’ and ‘forever’. Smaller texts in between the pictures were there to remind him he was beautiful, to remind him of jokes they’d made and of sweet things that’d been said. And the pictures reminded him of how beautiful Toby was.

The roses he’d seen before, but now he noticed most were red. Love. Toby loved him. Now he realized that again, a warmth went through his body, and he threw his arms around Toby and closed his eyes. “I missed you.”

Toby hugged back, covering Karkat’s face in kisses as he realized he’d managed to cheer Karkat up, for as much as that happened. “I’m sorry. But we’ll make up for everything today, okay? All will be fine.”

Not even trying to fight his blush, Karkat let out a satisfied noise and kept his arms around his best friend. “I’ve got a lot to fucking make up for. We’ll see.”

They stood there hugging for a while, the butterflies that’d left Karkat attacking him in full force again. God damn it he loved Toby. But he could never admit how much he really did, so he slowly let go of the other, gazing at the canvas once more.

Toby directed his own gaze to the canvas as well, smiling. He’d put a lot of effort into it and he was glad it was apparently doing its work. “Let’s make food for the picnic, we’ll come back here later for the movies!” He exclaimed happily. Mainly romcoms had been brought along, but a bit of everything else as well.

“Right,” Karkat answered, turning his attention away and heading back downstairs after the other. Walking behind Treekat gave Karkat time to stare at him, though he was still conflicted about a lot of his feelings.

“I brought stuff for sandwiches and tea bags and I brought some fruit as well. That’ll be enough, right? Oh, I also brought oranges so we can have fresh orange juice!”

Everything sounded so upbeat when Toby said it, it was almost impossible not to get enthusiastic now he was feeling slightly more okay again. “Alright. I’ll fucking boil water and do the juice then.” He got the citrus press from a cupboard and got to work, turning on the water boiler as well.

Toby in meanwhile took care of the food, cutting up fruit and sliding it on sticks, then preparing sandwiches. It would be the perfect picnic, even if they were inside. The company made it perfect, not the location.

Soon enough everything was arranged neatly on the kitchen table and they sat down again. It was just a bit past lunch time as they started eating and talking, the conversation now being less one sided.

“I brought a lot of movies, so you can choose,” Toby said in between bites, making sure he wasn’t talking with his mouth stuffed.

Karkat cared less about that usually, but part of his mind still seemed to hope that he could somehow make Toby like him like he liked the other.

Of course, Toby already did. If only they were honest with each other.

“Or you can,” Karkat retorted, not wanting to make it all about him. Honestly, he’d probably be more focused on Toby than the movie to begin with, so he didn’t feel like he should choose. He didn’t feel like he had the right to do so to begin with, really. Toby had planned this day.

The food, however, tasted delicious. Now that his body had had a small taste during breakfast, he couldn’t stop eating now. “This is really fucking good,” he exclaimed, not making eye contact and simply eating and drinking.

Toby did the same, though less hurriedly, watching his friend with a smile. “I’m glad you enjoy it. I never really know what to bring along as everyone seems to like different foods.”

Honestly, Karkat would like all food when prepared by Toby. He was a cheesy dork and he knew it, but as long as Toby didn’t, it was alright.

The food, with Karkat’s regained appetite, disappeared quickly enough down their stomachs. Then Toby got up to start doing the dishes, and Karkat stood up to help him, even if it was something he barely ever did.

When everything was cleaned up, Toby took the last bag he’d brought along and emptied it on the table. About fifty dvd’s now covered the table. “Let’s both just pick two movies and see how far we’ll get? We can always choose more later,” he said happily, picking up a horror movie and a romcom.

Karkat nodded, picking out a romcom and adventure movie himself. He had experience with Toby and horror movies, so he wasn’t sure how good an idea that was. “Toby, you know how you fucking react to horror movies.”

“But I like them,” Toby argued, looking up at Karkat.

“Toby,” Karkat said in a somewhat strict voice, starting to put the remaining movies back in the bag.

“You’re there to protect me, right?”

“…” Karkat remained quiet, then nodded. “Right.”

So he walked upstairs, not wanting to actually face the other right now as he felt embarrassed. He laid down on his now made bed, breathed in fresh air for the first time in days and let out a sigh. “One of yours first.”

And so the first romcom started to play, the curtains closed, the room dark as they were together on Karkat’s bed, comfortably cuddled up as they watched.

Though neither of them was watching much of the movie: they were rather watching each other.

Karkat wanted to be closer to Toby, to confess his feelings without having things change for the worse. But he knew that wouldn’t be possible.

Toby wanted to do the same, but instead he settled for snuggling closer and pressing a kiss to Karkat’s cheek, as close to the other’s mouth as he dared to get.

The blush on both their faces was hidden by the darkness, as Karkat pressed a kiss back, almost on the corner of Toby’s mouth.

Toby responded instinctively, pressing his lips against Karkat’s for a moment, then realizing what he’d done and moving away quickly, as flustered and embarrassed as he could get. “Ah! I’m- uh, I’m sorry, I don’t know why-“, but he was cut off as Karkat pulled him closer again.

“Shut up,” Karkat simply mumbled in return, blushing a bright red but feeling happy.

Slowly the redhead relaxed again, nodding and trying to turn his attention to the movie.

“Happy midsummer day, Karkat.”

“I love you, Toby.”

“And I love you.”

[treekarff]

"Woo-hoo"

[#NSFW, #Dirkkat, #AU Kat, #Blackrom, #Hate-fucking, #Tentabulges, #Broken teacups, #Traumatic mentioning of Sims]

The little roses painted along the border of his cup shift from your vision as he puts his tea down, sunglasses slightly fogged up from the steam of his drink. The wind almost pushes his perfectly brushed hair out of place. You squint at him, as if willing the wind to do so. It isn’t hard to imagine his hair ruffled and curled out of place. Futurekat, disheveled and caught off guard, his suit wrinkled and hat cast aside.

That’s how he’d look after a round of furious sex with you.

Instead of tackling you down to express the passion of his hatred through sexual activity, he’s just sitting there, still being the king of tools, waiting for you to say something.

You are Dirk Strider, and you hate tea parties. You hate this tea party, and you hate the deceased troll you’re having it with.

You’re also half asleep.

Tea is basically just a sleeping drug, for you. Any second now, your head could drop back, and you’d be knocked out before Futurekat could wake you up. You wonder what happens when you fall asleep in the afterlife. But there’s no time for wondering. All that you truly know is that your exhausted thoughts have long since lost common sense, and now you’re thinking about making all kinds of suave hate moves to make this ghost yours.

The warmth of the sun on your skin only encourages you to fall asleep. Of course, you’re having this little rendezvous outdoors, where all kinds of bugs can fall in your tea. Futurekat is the biggest fucking moron. You swear, he’s set this all up just to test your temper. The romantic setting in the huge rose garden. The copious amount of sugar cubes that neither of you have even touched. The girlish cups and the fact that he refuses to speak. But you won’t give in.

Something shatters, and you’re suddenly dragged forward, knocking all the fine china off the table so that it breaks apart on the floor. You hadn’t realize your eyes were closed until you have to open them to see what the fuck is going on.

For a second, you wonder if you’re dreaming within your dream. Christ, it must be Inception. Why else would Futurekat be so close to you, hands sliding to your hips and smile growing by the second. He pulls you onto the table completely, though you kick out in protest, but for some reason his strength doesn’t fail him.

“Fuck- Let me go, you incompetent asshole,” You manage to snarl out as some hot tea splatters onto your skin. You’re probably getting your shirt stained. God, only a douchebag like this troll would fuck up the meeting he himself arranged. You’re so in hate with him it hurts.

Futurekat doesn’t listen. He pulls you closer, yet, tipping your chin up as he leans in to- You are Dirk Strider, and you are being kissed by your hate crush. Score. It’s perhaps one of the most perfect moments of your life. It’s even better than watching the Sims you made of you and Futurekat woo-hoo. There’s the overwhelming satisfaction that he’s inevitably fallen for you, and at the same time, you’re both angry and delighted that he’s decided to kiss you for the first time after getting you cut up on porcelain fragments, burnt by hot tea, and dragging you to him without your consent. It’s so fucked up. Who even does that?

Your sunglasses click against his as he tugs on you again, this time running his tongue over your lip with another slight smirk. He hasn’t said a word this whole time. You bring your legs up so that you’re actually sitting on the table rather than lying on your stomach, completely dependant on Futurekat holding your torso up. That doesn’t leave you in any better position. Futurekat all but flattens you against the small table the very moment he can do so, looming over you as he pushes up against your chest.

There’s a long pause between you and him. He stares at you, and you stare right back up at him expectantly. “What are you waiting for? An invitation?” Another sly, sharp-toothed grin. Futurekat’s fangs brush against your throat as he speaks, tucking his head down to keep the whole ‘Look at me being all animalistic’ vibe going on. “An invitation for what?” His voice is so gruff and barely holding in his excitement. You sneer, turning your head to stare at him as he mumbles against you some more. “Are you asking me to fuck you, Star?” Oh fuck no. Your face almost heats up in indignation.

“Call me that one more time and I’ll bite your dick off.” He kisses you again and you shut up. This is moving pretty goddamn fast for an unofficial kismesissitude, but you’re not complaining. You’re getting hot alien bulge today, hell yeah.

Futurekat undoes your pants before you even have a chance to think, palming your crotch and soon to be hate boner with a smirk. It takes all your restraint not to start pushing up, but you’re not giving him this satisfaction. You sit up, slipping from his grasp so that you can start pulling off his tie.

“Not yet.” A grey hand swats at your eager fingers. Shit. With a soft growl, you try to unbutton his suit instead. The jumpy bastard manages to stay still for that, mouth trailing down your throat as you pull off that stupid formal attire he always refused to take off. Now undressed to a crisp white shirt, Futurekat pushes you back down, fingers running along the edge of your sunglasses just in time for you to bite them. If there’s one thing he’s not taking off, it’s those, and by the look on his face, you can tell he feels the same about his own eyegear.

You and Futurekat are going to have sunglasses hate sex, just like in your Sims household. This is officially your best-worst day ever.

You have no idea where your underwear just went.

Futurekat hums, pulling apart your legs to see what you’ve got going on. You’re slightly relieved to see he offers no sign of surprise when he checks out your dick. That probably means he has one, too, and not some weird kind of alien junk.

He lingers by it for a while, breath causing it to harden slightly. You get impatient with him, and try and shift your hips towards him, but he doesn’t open his mouth. Nostrils flaring in frustration, you murmur to no one in particular, “What, don’t Alternians do foreplay?” Futurekat hears that. He's above you again, grinding his knee down between your legs. Your jaw would have dropped had you not paused to contain yourself. Breath heavy, you keep your gaze fixated on the troll snarling down at you. He takes the time to bare his teeth at you, showing off his sharpened maw before making his point. “Do you really want these babies on your sensitive spacekin skin?”

Fuck yes, you do.

You’re tired of him holding you down and refusing to touch you. Pulling him by the tie so that you can kiss him, you hold Futurekat tightly against you, hands sliding until you do the thing. You literally smack his plush rump into action. The troll who’d been so confident and in charge stiffens up, a soft whimper slipping from his lips.

Another jaw-dropping moment you must resist. “Holy shit,” you mutter, examining his now flustered expression. You did it. You broke his control. With a small smile, you land another smack on his rear, contentedly watching his head drop down as he whimpers again. He hasn’t rejected your actions yet, and so you arch your back slightly to push your aching boner up against his thigh.

His pants are off almost immediately, and he practically sits on you, though he hasn’t taken his underwear off, and the view causes your dick to stiffen up all over again. He’s grinding against you, and fuck, it feels great, it’s so fucking great, and even he’s starting to lose his cool. His hand wraps around you, and he just starts jacking you off, pushing his own waist against yours in shallow thrusts.

Is something squirming around his hips?

A question rises in your throat, but his fingers squeezing the head of your hard-on takes all the confusion away. Pearly white beads of semen begin to sneak down your penis, but before you lose yourself, all the friction stops.

Futurekat’s jaw is clenched, and he’s just staring at you. What, does he want you to touch him, now? “You chickening out?” He shakes his head, already beginning a lengthy retort; “I am not a cluckbeast and I do not understand where you came to the assumption that I was finished with you. I’m fucking horny and we’re not stopping until you tell me you can’t handle my bulge or start crying because I’ve pleasured you too much for your own- “You’re killing the mood, Nubs.” He scowls at the nickname, but doesn’t bother saying anything.

You wait for him to get back to work and he doesn’t make a move.

“..Futurekat, I swear to god- “If you want it so badly, get down from there and get it yourself.” He’s smiling so sweetly, as if he knows that you’re bubbling with rage. But you do want it. You want the B. Or the D. Whatever. To try and retain your dignity, you slap his ass again, and he hisses slightly in response. There, that should do it.

You get down on the ground and slide off Futurekat’s stupid dollar sign boxers. You’re about to make a suave remark, but you don’t see what you expected to see. “Alright, let’s s- Holy fuck, I’m in a tentacle hentai.”

Futurekat lifts his eyebrows as his bulge unfurls from it’s resting place against some weird slit in his crotch, long and red, tip flicking slightly as if it had a mind of it’s own. It’s dripping red. Oh god.

“...”

The ghost doesn’t seem to notice your shock, instead reaching down to pull his tentabulge out to it’s full length. You just stare at it, mind completely blank. It’s a tentacle. It’s moving. It’s getting wetness everywhere, and Futurekat is touching himself. This is not like your Sims household. This is not the woo-hooing you expected at all.

You reach out to touch it, and almost flinch away when it starts to wrap itself around your fingers, tugging your hand closer. Futurekat has his arm slung over the chair, watching you with an amused grin. He’s not modest in the slightest. He’s practically laughing at you and you hate it. Time to wipe that smirk off his face.

You stand up and get on his lap, legs wrapping around the back of the chair as you stare intently through his sunglasses. He stares back.

You become Dick Rider.

It feels so weird, oh god, and that tentacle just pushes into you as if it knows exactly what to do. Futurekat seems pleased, and he hauls you up as his bulge flickers around your ass, dropping you back onto the table with a lick of his lips.

In response, you try and push against him to shove him back into his chair.

He pushes you towards the table.

You push him towards his chair.

“Sit down.”

“Lie down.”

“Sit down.”

“Bitch, I said lie down.”

You’ve had enough of him ordering you around through this process.

You slam Futurekat Vantas into his chair and sit on his weird-ass tentacle dick with a triumphant grin that almost disappears as you groan quietly.

Like before, it makes it’s way into you almost instantly, curling and slithering and pumping itself in and out of you so that you almost don’t have to do a damn thing. Futurekat’s already shocked- As if he can’t control his own bulge, pfft. Bullshit.- and he grabs onto your shoulders. That’s that. There is only one thing left to do, now that you’ve got that bulge in you.

You woo-hoo Futurekat just the way your charming Sim self would.

Bouncing yourself up and down slowly, you keen quietly as the troll’s tentabulge pushes deep inside of you, slipping in and out with every sharp jerk of your hips.

Like you’ve wanted to for a while, you fuck this troll out of pure, passionate hatred, and it feels so good. There’s the soft slapping sound of your dick hitting your stomach as you drop down onto Futurekat’s bulge, and your hate-mate quickly takes care of that, grabbing your boner to start pumping it along with your movements.

Grunting and moaning as you move, you almost forget to do anything, the pleasure is so overwhelming. In your euphoria, you don’t notice the other take advantage of your weakness, dropping you to the table and twisting you around. His bulge does a full 360 in your ass.

All you can do is grip the table as you’re pounded into, and it’s more than bothersome that he hasn’t made a single sound. In fact, he’s remained so silent, that you start to worry you aren’t affecting him at all.

Your dick spurts against your stomach, and you can almost feel Futurekat’s anguish as his polished table is splattered with cum. Nonetheless, he keeps his pace, pushing himself in and out of you as you rise to meet each thrust. You’re not one to ramble out curses constantly, but you’re vaguely aware of your own voice crying out every so often when Futurekat quickens his pushing in and out of you.

Teeth sink into your shoulder and you lose it. It hurts so bad, oh shit, does it sting, and you’re bleeding now, but you’re still pushing your abused hips back against Futurekat’s nonstop thrusts, rubbing your waist against the table whenever you can for some kind of relief on your throbbing cock.

You see white.

Time passes before you can see or feel.

When you open your eyes again, your ass stings, and you can feel something sticky dripping down your legs. Your shirt is stained and ripped, and the table is done for. Futurekat is draped over you, lapping gently at the bite marks that ripped through your shirt. It’s kind of weird that he’s licking the blood, but you’re too dazed to comment.

You lie there for a good five minutes, eyelids drooping behind your crooked shades. Then, Futurekat is smoothing back your hair, blood caked fingernails skimming your scalp.

Wait, blood?

The pain in your back kicks in.

“Fuck.” With a raspy curse, you let your cheek hit the table again. Your back is probably torn to shreds. It hurts so fucking much. You must have missed all the back-shredding around the orgasm.

Futurekat purrs. That’s new. It looks like your fuck-buddy turned into a goddamn jaguar while you were absent. That’d explain the scratching.

You’re pretty pissed off that he’s the cause for the terrible burning beneath your shirt. The sogginess of the fabric is all you need to know to realize how much blood you’ve lost.

You are Dirk Strider, and Futurekat helps you roll over for round two.

[treekarff]

"Waiting"

[#AU Kat, #Davekat, #Pale feels]

He hated them.

Futurekat grimaced, adjusting his sunglasses with a small mumble of complaint. The starlight was pushing in through the blinds of his hive, stinging the corners of his eyes as he tried to type. He should really close them completely. It was obvious that they'd been left open a crack too wide.

But he couldn't leave yet. Behind dark shades, he had eyes only for the gleaming red text scrawling across his pesterchum screen. He loathed that color. But there was something different in the way his conversational partner used it. It was brave. He wished he could have the courage to type in red, but he just couldn't. It went against everything he believed in.

Another sentence popped onto the screen.

TG: yo man i gotta head out

Futurekat was quick to respond, as always.

CG: ALRIGHT. BE SAFE.

TG: ha ha yea cool

TG: same to you

CG: I'M ALREADY DEAD.

TG: but youre still gay

CG: AND YOU'RE STILL A FUCKING DOUCHE.

TG: hey stop that

TG: karkles you gotta quit hitting on me

TG: itll break egberts heart

CG: I THOUGHT YOU HAD TO GO?

There was a pause. Futurekat shivered, afraid he'd sent the other off on a bad note.

TG: ok no kidding now

TG: ill see you soon k meowmix

CG: YEAH. OF COURSE.

TG: cool

--turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering calefacientGasconism [CG]-

CG: <>

He'd never dare to leave that last little symbol while the other was still there to respond. It was too risky. He knew Dave wasn't too keen on 'weird alien four square orgies.' That, and 'freakish extraterrestrial feels.'

God, it hurt.

Futurekat minimized the pesterchum screen, standing and approaching the window. He faltered, squinting at the white blinds. The stripes of light still irritated him, but he didn't see any reason to enclose himself in the dark just yet.

Futurekat exited to the balcony, approaching the wood railing and staring up at the Alternian sky. Back at the forest, there was only one moon. Here, there were two, the way it should be. Nothing human. Just the pink and green moons, casting their colored glows down onto the lake below. It was pretty, but Futurekat didn't really notice.

Uncaptchalouging a bottle of wine, Futurekat popped the cap on his drink, draping his arm over the rail as he slumped over. Gazing at the light blue sky, he tilted back his head to take a swig of his drink. It burned down his throat, but he didn't mind.

The edge of the horizon was still glowing with the recently set sun, illuminating the city only a few miles away. The city with the club.

Where Dave was.

Not his Dave, of course, but a Dave he'd recently discovered. Sometimes he'd visit to see the human DJ. Only on those nights. He wouldn't ever visit that damn dance club if he didn't hold some interest in one of the DJ's.

The alcohol was already numbing his senses. With a sigh, Futurekat let his other arm hang down, staring out with a small frown.

"I'm waiting."

It was a pointless thing to mumble, but he still had to say it. He'd been waiting so many years now. Hundreds, even.

He guessed it was his fault for falling in pale with a god.

Of course, he was always the one cursed to be alone. Karkat had gone. Dave was gone. Treekat hated him. He was so fucking alone. Wasn't sex supposed to make people want you? Well, granted, him and Karkat hadn't gone all the way, but he'd thought maybe he could make the other like him if he went physical.

He didn't know how to make anyone like him. His most appealing factors were all in appearance. But Dave hadn't cared how he looked. Dave had been his bro because he wanted to be.

At least Dave liked him. Even if Dave would jokingly say 'no homo,' and nudge him with a smirk. Futurekat ran his finger along the rim of his sunglasses, sighing. It'd been so long since he'd seen Dave. He wanted his moirail more than anything.

Just thinking about that human made his chest lurch. If his heart beat regularly, it'd probably be racing. Futurekat almost wished he could feel it. The flush in his cheeks, the quickening of his breath. Every sign of how much he pitied Dave Strider with all his heart. Unfortunately, his heart was still, and he remained straight faced.

Speaking of still hearts, he had some medication to take.

Futurekat washed his pills down with a gulp of alcohol, grunting as he closed his eyes. He was so drowsy, yet he could never fall asleep. He just leaned over the rail, sighing and letting his cheek rub against the wood.

He wished Dave was here. Dave would never do something as lame as cuddling, but all Futurekat wanted was, at the very least, a single embrace. Maybe a rare smile and a quiet 'shoosh.' Then they'd beat box and rap the night away. Best feelings jam ever.

But he wasn't on the meteor anymore. He was dead, and Dave was alive, and the chance of them ever meeting again was minuscule.

With a whimper, Futurekat shifted against the rail, opening his eyes to watch the stars gleam so far above him. He wondered where Dave was now. He hoped he hadn't been replaced.

There was no way to get those answers but wait.

And he'd wait so many more years. All he needed was some more wine to pass the time by, and wash away his hidden sorrows.

[treekarff]

"Pink"

[#AU Kat, #Fabukat, #Gender confusion, #Pink, #Dress-up time]

“Kanaya.”

“Kanny, can you hear me?”

Oh god, oh god, it was all so wrong. He was staring at his moirail, for fuck’s sake. She was still so pretty, even when dead like this. He should have protected her. He should have kept her safe. They were supposed to protect each other.

Even then, it was still such a big deal, though she’d been dead for a few days now. Karkat didn’t know how much longer he could stand it. Maybe if he pretended it was okay, it would be… Okay. She’d wake up, and he wouldn’t feel so alone on this meteor, rambling stories and one-sided conversations to the assorted corpses he was living with.

He straightened up, looking at the door behind her instead. “..I’m going to go inside, okay? Don’t… Don’t move. I’ll be right back. I’ll model some shit and you can tell me what adjustments you have to make.” She always did like it when he dressed up for her. Granted, most of the time he had to be forced into those stupid dresses, but maybe somehow it’d bring her back if he gave up his sense of self-esteem. It was for Kanaya. His beloved moirail.

Hurrying into the room, Karkat squealed briefly when his foot slid to the side. He managed to grab the doorway before he fell over, but the terror at even touching her blood was awful. He turned away at once, slamming the door behind him. He didn’t dare check to see if he was tracking bloody footprints into her room. He could almost hear her scolding him.

He wanted to hear her voice one more time. “Fuck.” Karkat focused on getting a dress out instead. He could handle this. He was so sane, so, so sane. He was going to live, and the humans would come to rescue him.

Oh god, everyone was dead and it was all because he failed them.

Karkat bit his lip as he tugged his oversized sweater off, taking Kanaya’s last dress off of her sewing table. She’d worked so hard on it. It was going to be for her first meeting with Rose or something. They were inevitably going to become matesprits, but it was too late now. Rose hadn’t known yet. He hadn’t messaged anyone about what had happened.

A small trickle of disgusting red blood ran from his mouth as he undid his pants. Slowly, he undressed himself, and pulled up the silky fabric of a deep pink dress. Pink, the color of royalty. Karkat shivered. It felt so wrong for him to wear this. Him, the mutant. But, oh, it felt so good to see himself in such a powerful color. He wished he wasn’t a mutant. It’d all be so much more bearable if he had a normal blood. He imagined, briefly, a new life. Pretty blood. No, not just normal, but royal blood! Not like Feferi’s, but… Pink. Pretty and pink, just like this dress. He wouldn’t be a mutant, and somehow that’d change the outcome of Sgrub, right?

Karkat turned to look in the mirror.

He wasn’t handsome enough to wear any of Kanaya’s creations. He wasn’t pretty and pink, the way the fabric was. His blood was wrong. He was all wrong.

“Make me pretty.”

The whisper was partially unconscious. He didn’t know what made him mumble such an odd phrase, but he held his hand up to feel along his face anyway. He felt along that stupid, chubby face, tracing his mouth and his eyes with careful fingers as he watched the mirror.

“I want to be pretty.”

There it was again. Karkat turned away from the mirror, feeling the tears in his eyes already welling up. Damn. Kanaya would make him pretty if she were here. Pretty and pink, like a prince. Or a princess, he guessed. He already had the dress.

It felt so odd to wear the dress. It smelled like her. It was soft and comfortable, but he was guy, right? So why couldn’t he bear to take it off?

It was reminder of his moirail. That had to be it. Just wearing the dress she made was calming him down.

“..Make me pretty.”

Looking now, he wouldn’t seem too terrible with a bit of makeup. Maybe some accessories. He thought back to all those awful conversations with Kanaya regarding fashion. Then, it hadn’t meant anything. But now, it could make him pretty.

Karkat reached for the ribbon on Kanaya’s desk, carefully tying it into his hair. A big purple bow. That looked nice.

All he had to do was change the way he looked, and he wouldn’t have to be the failed leader on the meteor anymore.

There was something comfortable to see himself looking so feminine. So… Delicate. Yet, the bright pink on him made him confident, and combined with the scent of his moirail, he felt almost at peace. Staring at himself in the mirror, he almost felt a click. There was something so right about what he was doing, as if everything in his life had just fallen into place. He looked so much better. He was strong. He was gorgeous. He looked like an empress. A real leader.

More. He wanted more of it all. More pink. The forbidden color.

“I’ll be beautiful.”

And then Kanaya would be happy.

Karkat moved over to Kanaya’s drawers, rummaging to find some makeup.

[treekarff]

This isn't fair                 #humanstuck #highschoolstuck #treekar #cuddling 

Karkat woke up, yawning and rolling over once more. Whatever, he had no reason to wake up today. That was, until he heard his phone buzzing multiple times, and as he checked it he saw he already had several missed calls. A rush of worry went through his body, so he picked up quickly. “Toby?”

“Karkat! Good morning, I, uhm.. Can I just come over and hide? I uh.. I’m actually already in your house because I was followed by this gang and eheheh I’m in the bathroom with the door locked.”

“Toby, what did you do this time?”

“.. They were destroying the plants in the park!”

“.. Get your ass out of there.”

“But what if they get in here?”

“Do they know you’re here?”

“No?”

“Then they won’t. Get your ass out of there.”

Karkat heard some stumbling in the bathroom, which was next to his bedroom, and sighed as his best friend emerged from the room. “Idiot.”

Toby pouted as he sat down on the bed. “Am not.”

“Wait while I freshen up.”

Entering the bathroom himself, Karkat shook his head, brushing his teeth and showering quickly. He put on the pants in which he slept again afterwards and got back, lying down on his bed and facing Toby. “You shouldn’t try and fucking protect everything, you’ll end up hurt yourself.”

Toby remained quiet, eyeing the other’s shirtless body and then lying down to cling onto Karkat. “You should fight for the things important to you, right?”

“.. Hmpf.” Karkat didn’t answer, as he knew he’d give his life for the only thing important to him. Which was the guy clinging onto him. He slowly wrapped his arms around Toby as well, closing his eyes as if he’d go back to sleep. The curtains were still closed, so the room was dark enough. “You’re still an idiot.”

“I love you,” Toby simply replied, smiling brightly and feeling a lot safer in Karkat’s arms. And also a lot warmer, and more comfortable, and happy, completely ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as you laid there. Maybe you could convince Karkat to have you there all day, just cuddling? That’d be nice.

Karkat replied only by tightening his grip around the other and nuzzling his nose against the red hair, taking in the scent. If only Toby loved him that way, if only he could kiss- no, bad thoughts. That’d never happen. The butterflies in his stomach and his thoughts that kept racing whenever they were this close begged to differ, though. “I’m going to get breakfast. Make yourself at home, not like you won’t otherwise, but whatever.”

Letting go of Toby, Karkat stood up and went to the kitchen, where he retrieved two slices of bread. After coating them with Nutella, which was good since it contained chocolate, he ate them and prepared a cup of tea for his guest. Then he headed back upstairs.

Toby, in meanwhile, turned on the television in Karkat’s room and put in the first movie he found, pressing play as he heard footsteps coming back up. It was the perfect crime, there was no way Karkat would make him leave if they were watching a movie.

Entering his room, Karkat saw that Toby had indeed made himself at home and started watching a movie. One of the better romcoms, actually. Shaking his head slightly, he sat down on his bed. “Here,” he said, holding out the tea.

Smiling brightly, Toby took the tea, pressing an enthusiastic kiss against Karkat’s cheek as if that was the most normal thing in the world. “Thank you!”

Karkat shook his head once more. “Idiot,” he answered, lying down on his bed and pressing his face against his pillow momentarily, then turning to watch the television. “Do you need me to put on a shirt?” He wasn’t usually comfortable partly naked, but Toby had seen him like that multiple times.

Toby, of course, didn’t mind one bit that Karkat was like that, so he shook his head as he sipped his tea. “That’s okay.”

And so they watched the movie, Toby lying back down as he finished his tea and snuggling against Karkat, who wrapped his arms back in place around his best friend so they were in a spooning position, both being able to watch the television, both trying to ignore the butterflies.

Karkat thought it was good that Toby couldn’t see his face, which had a permanent smile plastered on it.

Toby thought it was good Karkat couldn’t see his face as he was constantly blushing lightly.

As things got romantic in the movie, Karkat nuzzled against Toby as the butterflies in his stomach intensified the fluttering of their wings.

This resulted in a soft purring sound from Toby, who immediately blushed brighter and kept his eyes focused on the movie as if it didn’t happen.

This continued till the movie ended, at which point Toby turned around so he was facing his best friend, though he was still pressed against him as well. “That was a good movie,” he said cheerfully, his usual smile on his face.

“It was, huh?” Karkat answered, still smiling softly as well. He really wanted to kiss Toby, found himself slowly leaning in and then averted his lips to press against the other’s forehead instead. “This isn’t fair.”

Toby, as Karkat had leaned in, had made the same movement, being disappointed as the lips pressed on his forehead instead, but not letting it ruin his mood, or the mood that hung around right now. “What isn’t?”

“.. Nothing,” Karkat mumbled, biting his lip softly as he looked at the way too beautiful face of the redhead.

“Now that isn’t fair,” Toby retorted, a childish pout appearing on his face as he gazed in Karkat’s eyes.

“It’s nothing, Toby,” Karkat answered, looking back into the green eyes of the other and blushing softly.

“Karkat?”

“Yes?”

“I’m happy.”

Karkat nodded softly, still gazing in the other’s eyes. “That’s good.”

“No, you make me happy.”

Blushing brighter now, Karkat looked at the tv that was still playing credits instead, embarrassed. “I don’t do anything.”

“You’re always there for me and cuddle with me.”

“I should be the one telling you this, not the other way around.”

“So I make you happy, too?” Toby inquired, smiling brightly.

Karkat nodded softly as he turned his eyes back to look at Toby’s face, still blushing.

And he found Toby looking at his lips, blushing softly himself.

“Can I..?”

“Yes?” Karkat inquired, his voice but a whisper.

Toby turned his head away, burying it against Karkat’s chest instead and clinging as close to him as possible. “Never mind.”  

Nuzzling against his best friend, Karkat hid his own face in the ginger hair, pressing a kiss in between it and closing his eyes once more, definitely being disappointed. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“Good.”

“Karkat?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we stay like this? For the rest of the day?”

“Sure we can,” Karkat answered, his smile and blush hidden from sight as he cuddled with the redhead.

Wrapping his arms tighter around the other and pressing a kiss on his bare chest, as that’s where his lips reached, Toby smiled. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Karkat answered after letting out a soft and happy sigh. He closed his eyes, ready to enjoy the rest of the day.

[treekarff]

"Anglerfish"

[#Interspecies Connection, #Aquariumstuck AU, #Merman, #AU Karkat, #Hinted Romance, #Almost Drowning, #Confused Aliens]

Last week he’d found the back room. It wasn’t like he meant to go there. He had just been searching for the bathroom when he’d entered a strange room. The ‘Employees Only’ sign had been taken down briefly to be replaced with a newer one, since the original had been vandalized beyond recognition, so Karkat didn’t know he wasn’t allowed back there! He just wanted to relieve himself, damn it.

When he’d entered that dark room, it’d been something he would had never expected. There were large water tanks back there, which he figured may have been filled with specimen not yet on display. He had been correct. These creatures weren’t on display, but they never would be. That’s why the room was top secret. In the end, Karkat had found the bathroom, but not without finding something much more interesting. Or rather, someone.

It had been a class trip for biology. Never in his life would Karkat ever go to a stupid aquarium. He liked staying at home a lot better. But how could he stay away now that he had found… Him? It was like a whole mystery. It was like something out of an adventure film. What if there was some huge conspiracy going on? This was something much different from average life, and he couldn’t let it go. He was curious. All he had to do was get back there again.

When he entered the cold building, he steered clear of the tour guide, keeping to the edge of the displays and pretending to be interested in the penguins and walruses. Slowly but surely, he crept through the aquarium, blending in amongst the other guests as he kept his eye on one door in particular. The sign was up. ‘Employees Only.’ With a soft snort, Karkat moved closer, closer…

He turned the handle.

Locked.

“Mister? What are you doing here?” Whirling around, Karkat found himself face to face with some random employee. Shit, shit, shit… “..Just fucking looking around. What’s back here?” Yes, feign ignorance. The employee did not reply. Instead, she crossed her arms and waited for Karkat to walk away. With a sigh, the blue eyed boy moved back, walking towards the squid and octopus exhibit. He stared into the tank, watching the reflection of the door behind him intently. The employee lingered, watching his back for a long moment before she finally pulled out a ring of keys, unlocking the door and entering.

Karkat turned as the door shut, making a beeline straight for the entrance. Hopefully the female hadn’t locked it. Turning the handle slowly to avoid making noise or attracting attention, Karkat was glad to discover the door had not been locked from the inside. With one final glimpse of the brightly lit aquarium behind him, he slipped inside.

The second he entered, he flattened against the wall. The girl was at the other end of the room, wheeling a large bag of what appeared to be fish food in between tanks. Feeding time, huh? You carefully move behind a large tank, flinching when a sea snake lunges at the glass to try and attack you. You scurry against the wall, trying to go unnoticed as you search for one tank in particular.

There! In the corner, there’s a tank noticeably smaller than the others. The creature there isn’t too big and doesn’t share his tank with anyone else, so you don’t think he needs as much room as the others. By the looks of it, he’s already been fed. You can see the soft green glow even from here, and it looks like the merman is eating. You flash a glance behind you. The employee is farther away, now. Good. You hurry over to the tank you were looking for.

He doesn’t spot you at first. His green and yellow eyes are watching the sand, his hair flowing slightly with the current of the water. You find yourself again contemplating how sickeningly adorable he is. He’s not an animal, though. He’s more human than animal, you suspect, so it’s a little strange for you to think of him in such a way. He’s not meant to be seen in the first place. That’s why he’s hidden with all the other supposedly mythical creatures.

His colorless skin was illuminated only by his own glow. He’s so wondrous to look at. How could someone like him even exist? You were fairly certain that mermen weren’t real, but it’s pretty obvious you were dead wrong. You shuffle even closer to the glass separating you from him. Sometimes he looks so familiar, as if you know him, but you know that’s not how it is at all. He’s a creature they found somewhere in the ocean, presumably, and you only just discovered him last week.

You reach out and press your palm to the glass. The small sound vibrates through the water, attracting his attention. With a snap of the head, those glowing green eyes are now fixated on you. Antennae bobbing, he flicks his tail, sending himself floating backwards, away from the glass. He lowers his head, now looking rather shy and somewhat frightened. He was just as startled when you first saw him, but at least he isn’t darting away this time.

Somehow your thoughts just ruined it. With a flick of his shimmering tail fins, he’s shooting through the water, fast as a whip. And just like that, he’s gone, taking all the light with him. You start to move around the tank to locate him again, searching for the familiar green glow of his body. Well, not his entire body. Only specific parts of him are able to glow, mostly his freckles and the small lights lining his tail and… Tentacles? You aren’t quite sure what to call them. From what you’ve seen of him, you’re aware that he has four long, thin appendages sprouting from his back, all tapering off into a glowing green fin.

He’s an awfully glowy guy, so it shouldn’t be hard to find him in such a dark water tank, yet he somehow managed to hide. Wait. There. Behind a large rock, you can see a slight glow. That’s where he is. You quickly rush around the corner to look behind the rock. He’s clutching a pink coral segment, peering out at where you once were nervously. To keep himself afloat, his tail fin is still fluttering back and forth, causing his scaly abdomen to glitter in the green light. Green, green, green. Everything about him is green.

Karkat fumbled with his jacket pocket, pulling out a red glowstick. He’d brought it in today to see if he could try and befriend the fish guy. He didn’t know if the merman could even speak, but he looked rather humanoid in figure. Besides, who wouldn’t try to interact with a creature straight out of their fantasies? Karkat was pretty sure that there was a ladder to get to the top of the tank. That’s how the employee fed the sea creatures, right? Speaking of the employee, Karkat looked around the tank to see if she had left yet. She was nowhere to be seen. Hella.

Gripping the steel ladder, Karkat began to climb. The merman didn’t seem to notice that the human was right behind him, so he remained in place. Climbing higher and higher, Karkat made it to the top of the tank. The water sloshed around slightly, but was rather still otherwise. Looking down he could make out the figure of the creature below him. Holding out the glowstick, Karkat climbed onto the platform right about the tank, most likely used for feeding. Just as he moved to the edge of the platform to drop it in, the rubber heel of his sneaker slid on a small puddle of water, and Karkat fell forward.

There was a loud splash before everything around him went silent, and the world was dark. Shit, shit, shit, he had fallen in the tank. Automatically, he was holding his breath, flailing around to try and swim upwards. In his panic, he vaguely noticed how pretty the water was around him. He could see out to the other tanks, all glowing brightly with neon lights and plants, along with the other deep sea creatures that glowed just as bright. But there wasn’t time to think about that. He had to get out quick, before he ran out of breath. Unfortunately, while he was moving up, his head slammed right into the metal platform. With a sharp inhale, water suddenly flooded into his system.

Drifting downwards, Karkat could feel the consciousness flowing out of him just like the bubbles of air leaving his mouth. His vision got darker, darker, until… Something warm. There were arms wrapped around his waist, and he could feel the water rushing around him, indicating he was moving very fast. What?

Somehow, he broke the surface of the water, and felt his torso touch cold metal. He hadn’t been swimming, so he had no clue what was going on. Coughing and choking out water, Karkat’s eyes fluttered open. He was lying halfway on the platform, leaving a large puddle of water in front of him from his gagging. Something flicked at his feet, causing his legs to jerk away instinctively. Then it happened again. It was a strange feeling. Something smooth.

Karkat’s wet bangs were pushed aside from a smooth grey hand as water streamed off of his face. Glancing to the side as he inhaled through raspy breaths, Karkat stiffened up when he saw the merman from the tank. He wasn’t violent, was he? Karkat prepared to defend himself, fists clenching as he scrabbled to try and get back on the platform. The merman reached out to haul him up farther, blinking as his long ears flickered back and forth.

Collapsing to his knees, Karkat warily watched the merman, who stared steadily right back at him. Then, with a splash, the merman disappeared beneath the water again, tail flicking out into the air briefly and sending a shower of water droplets down on Karkat. Sputtering, Karkat scooted backwards. Right now, he’d love to go home, but he’d be easily noticed if he came out sopping wet. He really didn’t want to be noticed.

There was another splash as the merman emerged back to the surface, right in front of the platform. In his hand, he was holding Karkat’s glowstick. The merman offered it back with webbed fingers, hair slicked back from all the water and face glowing brightly from both the green freckles and the green pupils on it. Hesitantly, Karkat reached out and took the glowstick, fingers brushing over the other’s hand. It was a strange feeling. The merman’s skin was soft and smooth. Shockingly smooth, actually.

The sea creature’s hand lingered on Karkat’s only briefly while he kept afloat, ears twitching forward slightly. Slowly, he pulled his hand back into the water. It seemed to Karkat that he was glowing even brighter somehow. Sitting here in the presence of a creature no so different from him was strange. It almost felt extraterrestrial in mood, as if he were making contact with a creature that should have remained foreign to him. Yet here he was, staring at the scaled boy who stared right back, as if they were one and the same and not at all different species.

There wasn't much light at the top of the tank except for the green glow from the alien boy in the water. Cautiously, Karkat reached for the strange horns atop the merman's head. The merman didn't stop him. They felt strange. Warm, almost, as if they actually emitted light and heat. They had almost a waxy texture, but Karkat could feel the grooves and lines on them. How odd.

Focusing on the striped antenna that held the esca- The bulb at the end of the antenna-, Karkat wondered if it felt like the merman's skin as well. It was the same color. It looked to be the same texture. He didn't dare to touch it, though. It was a very thin appendage. It looked as if it could snap if bent the wrong way.

Karkat removed his hand from the creature's head, placing down on the metal platform and simply examining the sea creature instead. The antenna reminded him of what an anglerfish had, but the creature obviously wasn't a fish. He had the tail of one, which made him technically a merman. Did all mermen have weird fishy features?

It also seemed that the mermen had darker stripes on his neck and chest. He had markings all over his skin, from what Karkat could see. While Karkat was considering the appearance of his savior, the merman touched his ankle, eyebrows furrowed. Oh. He didn't have feet, did he? The merman seemed oddly fascinated with Karkat's shoe, pulling and tugging at laces as if they would do something.

When the merman realized he was being watched, he shyly pulled back his hand, eyeing Karkat nervously. Karkat simply sat there, tilting his head slightly. Once again, he was met with the alarming sensation that this merman wasn't quite as different as he appeared. In fact, the creature had even saved him from drowning, so he clearly understood that Karkat couldn't breathe beneath water.

Suddenly Karkat felt the other touching his cheek. Neither of them moved. They just stared. Both were equally curious about each other and how alien they both appeared to the other. The hand on Karkat's face slid away, but Karkat's cheek still remained fairly warm from the other's gentle touch.

They sat there in silence, Karkat watching the water slide down from the merman's skin, and the merman watching the reflection of his own glow in the human's eyes. It was an oddly peaceful moment.

The merman reached out to touch Karkat's hand again.

Then he was gone, leaving Karkat alone with his glowstick as the human stared after him.

[treekarff]

The start of something new                          #humanstuck #highschoolstuck #amusement park #treekar

Karkat pressed his hands to his flushed face as he woke up, making a noise that was something between a growl and a whimper. The alarm kept ringing next to his head, but he ignored it for a while as he recalled his dream. It had been nice, Toby had featured in it. Lately most of his dreams involved Toby, but so did most of his nightmares. This’d been a good one, though, one where.. Where they kissed, and cuddled, and did all kinds of couple things together. A sigh escaped Karkat’s lips: he knew it was just a dream, just a lie. There was no way Toby liked him back, even if he himself had finally identified his feelings and realized he was hopelessly in love with his best friend.

Bastard.

This week had been the last week of school. His alarm was ringing on this Saturday morning as he was going to an amusement park. It hadn’t been his idea, but Toby had decided that it was the perfect way to start summer vacation. And Karkat never full-heartedly objected to any idea concerning spending a day not alone. Especially not if his company was going to be the little shit that had changed so much in his life.

As he hit the button of the alarm to shut it up, his head went back to before he met Treekat. Which he called himself usually, though Karkat preferred Toby. He didn’t feel any positive emotions back then, he didn’t have any reason to live. His life had changed for the better, and though he didn’t feel like he deserved it, he was.. sort of happy now.

As he went through his morning routine, he knew he was already ‘too late’, or at least according to his best friend, as the smell of freshly baked pancakes came from his kitchen. Seriously, what was this dude’s problem? Maybe he should start locking his door so unwanted guests couldn’t enter. Or at least not before he wanted them to. He shook his head as he showered, brushed his teeth, tried to straighten his hair and put on some clothes. Then he headed downstairs.

“You know, it’s rude to enter someone’s house when they’re still fucking sleeping. And also creepy,” Karkat greeted his best friend as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

“Good morning, Karkat!” Sounded the upbeat voice of Toby Arkbre, a smile on his face as he was doing one of the many things he excelled at. Which didn’t really make Karkat feel any better, but the other really was good at baking things. Whatever.

“Morning. We’re not leaving for another hour, right? What are you doing here?”

“Making you breakfast! You need to eat properly before you have a day filled with fun!”

“I can take care of myself.”

“But, Karkat… Pancakes.”

“Yes, you’re making pancakes. Very good, Toby!” Karkat said sarcastically. He was such a nice person in the morning.

“Delicious pancakes, Karkat. And we’re going to eat all of them together.”

Together? Hadn’t the other eaten yet? That was new. Not that Karkat minded. His gaze stayed on Toby a second too long, affectionately, then he directed it to two plates slowly filling up with pancakes. It seemed like a nice breakfast, just.. Ugh. How was he supposed to react to it?

He rested his arms on top of the table, then his head on top of them as he let out a sigh, consequently hiding his face. He couldn’t handle this.

But apparently he didn’t have to, as a plate was placed before him and his head slowly raised by two soft hands with slender fingers. “Time to have breakfast, Karkat! Are you nervous?”

Karkat was acting odd, according to Toby, but then he realized it was morning. That explained quite a lot. They’d have fun later today, right? The other would ‘wake up’ sooner or later.

Sitting up straight, Karkat managed the slightest of smiles. “Thanks.”

He was rewarded by a very bright smile on Treekat’s face. “You’re the bestest friend in the world, you’re welcome, of course!” The smile on Karkat’s face had brought a light blush on Toby’s, but that wasn’t that uncommon. So the other sat down across from his best friend. “I hope you like them.”

And then they both ate, silently, glancing at each other every now and then and looking away quickly to make sure that it wouldn’t be noticed. And soon enough, their plates were emptied, put in the sink to be taken care of later and they were on their way to the amusement park.

Maybe a bit too soon, thought Karkat.

It’ll be lots of fun, thought Treekat.

Karkat was definitely getting nervous, which showed in his behavior, as he stood closer to the only source of comfort in his world than he would usually do. Bus rides were uncomfortable, spending a day with Toby was fun but always somewhat scary and amusement parks had lots of rides. Karkat didn’t want to ruin the day by being scared.

Toby didn’t notice the change in proximity, just smiled and chattered happily during the ride though he got little response. “Oh! We’ll take the roller coasters and go through the haunted house and we can get cotton candy,” he ranted, images of them doing so playing in his head.

“Hmm,” was the only response Karkat granted, shifting a bit closer and biting his lip. Stupid habit he still couldn’t seem to break.

Toby tilt his head to the side. “Karkat, you’re biting your lip.”

Karkat nodded.

“Are you okay?”

And once again he nodded.

Toby put his arms around the other and hugged him. “It’ll be fun!”

Why did the other always have to hug? Karkat wasn’t sure what he thought about the gesture, especially not in public. “Yeah,” he simply answered, as the bus finally came to a stop.

They got out, stood in queue for tickets for a while and then entered the park. “Look, balloons!” Treekat exclaimed, pulling his best friend along.

It took some convincing, but Karkat managed to get his friend to wait for the floating rabbit he’d instantly seemed attracted to. They couldn’t carry it around all day, right? They’d buy one later.

Treekat’s happiness seemed to slowly rub off on Karkat, or at least make him slightly more relaxed. If his best friend was happy, he had no reason not to be, right?

“So, roller coaster?” Toby inquired, and as the response he got was a short nod he grabbed the other’s hand and started pulling him along.

Karkat blushed as his hand was grabbed, but walked along, fighting the fluttery feeling in his stomach and shaking his head. Just a friendly gesture, Karkat, nothing more. Never anything more. But he felt as if people were watching them, so the blushing intensified.

As they finally came to a stop at the queue before the roller coaster, Toby turned around and tilt his head to the side as he saw the other’s face was flushed red. Immediately he put his free hand on Karkat’s forehead. “You don’t have a fever.”

“What?” Karkat exclaimed, snapping out of it and forcing his blush to fade. “No, of course I don’t have a fucking fever.”

“You were red.”

“Yeah.”

The conversation was discontinued as the queue advanced, as they were assigned a cart together. Toby was obviously excited, but Karkat was getting more and more nervous, his face becoming pale as he stared in front of himself.

“It’s perfectly safe, Karkat. It’ll be fun, just relax,” Toby said happily, grabbing the other’s hand again. “And if anything happens, I’ll save you!”

That didn’t make Karkat feel any better as it was coming from the most reckless boy he knew. “Alright.”

Then the carts started moving and Karkat clenched Toby’s hands in his own tightly.

As they went up the construction first, Karkat closed his eyes, holding them like that and ready for a collision and immediate death when they went down- but that didn’t happen, and he opened his eyes and started laughing instead. What had he been so scared for? This was amazing, like you were soaring through the sky.

“This is amazing!” He exclaimed, turning his head to face Toby.

Who was facing him as well, a big grin on his face. “I know!”

They went through a looping, both screaming and laughing and thoroughly enjoying the ride. Their hands were still intertwined, but neither of them cared at this point.

Karkat never would’ve thought it’d be this fun, and the ride stopped far too quickly as they got out, both their hair messed up and both with big grins on his face. Though Karkat’s didn’t last as long, as his muscles started hurting, and as Toby almost fell over.

Catching him, Karkat frowned. “Are you alright?”

And Toby laughed, nodding. “Yeah, just a bit dizzy, don’t worry.” And so they got on with their day.

They went in other roller coasters, they got cotton candy. They enjoyed all rides and time seemed to fly by until a voice announced the park would close within ten minutes.

“Karkat!” Treekat exclaimed. “My balloon!”

Karkat raised an eyebrow, then remembered. “Right, let’s get you one.” But as they walked, they saw the man was already cleaning up.

And a frown appeared on Treekat’s face. Seeing that, Karkat started running. “Wait here.”

“Can I buy a balloon?”

“I’m closing up.”

“You can’t, the park is still open.”

“You’re too late, bud.”

“In your fucking dreams. I’m pretty sure you’re paid till exactly 5 o’ clock and it’s not that yet.”

“Oh, you’ve read my contract now?”

“How much is the rabbit balloon?”

The man sighed, shaking his head and giving in. “Fine. Ten dollars.”

Karkat handed over the money and took the balloon, heading back to his best friend and feeling a weird sense of accomplishment. “There you go.”

He was greeted by another hug, a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Karkat!”

And now he blushed, pressing the tie attached to the balloon in the other’s hand and looking at the ground. He never knew whether kisses were platonic or not. For now, he decided they were, returning the gesture on the tip of Toby’s nose and smiling. “No problem.” The fight put aside, he’d do anything for the other.

They went back with the bus, walked to Karkat’s house.

“I can’t stay, I need to get home and make dinner,” Toby mused as they walked.

Karkat nodded. They were holding hands once again and he kept looking at them, then away with a light blush as his stomach was assaulted once more. Fucking feelings.

They reached his house, Toby looking happy and adorable with the balloon in his hand and Karkat opening the door, then turning around to face the other again.

“I-“, they both started, then Toby laughed. “You can go first.”

Karkat bit his lip, looking at the ground. “It was fun. I really fucking enjoyed today.”

“So did I,” Toby answered, putting his arms around his best friend once more. He definitely was adorable when his somewhat shy side showed. “I’ll see you again soon, okay? We’ll definitely hang out this summer.”

Karkat nodded, returning the hug, something he didn’t do often. He didn’t want to let go, so he didn’t for a while. He really hoped they’d hang out often. Missing Toby didn’t seem like a good thing. “Right. See you later.”

And then he let go of the other, shutting the door behind him quickly as to not make a fool of himself. He walked to his bedroom, falling down in his bed and hugging a pillow, then hiding his face against it. Why did this have to happen to him?

As his phone made a noise, he almost reflexively grabbed it. The face lit up only briefly but he was able to read the text. Three words, sent by the only one that ever contacted him. “I love you.”

A bright blush appeared on Karkat’s face, hidden from the world by a pillow and recovering enough to be able to respond, an exact replica of the message he’d received. “I love you.”

And the words echoed in his head as he laid there, happier than he’d ever been.

[treekarff]

"Movie Date"

[#AU Kats, #Horrible Taste in Flush Crushes, #First Kisses]

Pulling her long, pale legs out of the neon green slime of her warm cocoon, Alani shivered when the cold air in the hive met her skin. Moving the fluffy towel over her bare body, Alani slowly dried the sopor off of herself before she dropped the now stained towel to get dressed. Moving across the soft carpeting of her room, she pulled open the large wooden doors to her closet. It didn’t take her that long to yank on a large turtleneck sweater and some skin-tight jeans. Approaching the nightstand by her recuperacoon, she carefully picked up her sunglasses, sliding them over her scarlet eyes as she did every morning. It only made her surroundings seem darker, but she didn’t mind.

She didn’t bother to comb out her hair. It was the middle of the night, and her visitor would do it for her anyways. He was always so obsessed with keeping her neat and in order. Walking to her window, she peered out of the glass and squinted at the ground below. There, staring up at her with a wide grin, was her best friend in the entire forest. Well, her only friend. She didn’t know anyone outside of the forest. She wasn’t really allowed to leave. To go exploring, she’d have to cross through the city, and according to her two lusii, the activity out there was much too shady for an adolescent female such as herself.

Sliding on her leather jacket and shoving some boots on, Alani unlatched her window, climbing out onto the tree branch right outside her hive. Then, without any doubt, she jumped off. As usual, the branches of the trees around her bent down and stretched to slow her fall, letting her slide down their bark gently and carefully maneuvering her to the ground. As her feet hit the soft grass, she turned to affectionately rub the trunk of the tree nearest to her. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she simply responded to their actions with a hushed, “Thank you.” Treekat had stressed the importance of thanking the forest for their services multiple times when he took her out to tour the area.

“Hey, beautiful.” The familiar smooth voice of Alani’s favorite coolkid met her pointed ears. Turning in the dirt, she felt herself smile automatically. “Hi.” Her voice was quiet, as usual. She never liked to speak too loudly. It startled the animals away. Alani stood there, staring at her friend through dark sunglasses as he simply returned the blank gaze. Then, as if on cue, they both rushed forward, Alani leaping into the air to throw her arms around him. The tall ghost known as Futurekat spun the shorter of the two around, holding her up as she giggled and nuzzled against him.

Placing Alani back down, Futurekat tipped his hat to the younger girl, dipping down into a bow. “Good evening, most breathtaking person in my afterlife.” Alani returned the gesture with a curtsy, beaming up at the male with a light blush spread across her face. “Good midnight, most charming person in my life.” Offering his arm to his alternate’s daughter, Futurekat started to walk deeper into the trees, purring over his shoulder, “The alternian moons are bright tonight. What d’you say we go catch some cinema? Popcorn’s on me. A pretty girl like yourself deserves the treat.” Hurrying forward to tangle her arm around Futurekat’s, Alani nodded eagerly, once again nuzzling the other troll’s shoulder. He always knew just what to say. She didn’t know how she could ever resist, even when she was tired from the forest work she’d endured the morning before. Of course, Futurekat was never around during the mornings. He usually came in the middle of the night. He’d told her that before Alternia was destroyed, all trolls were nocturnal, as their skin and eyes couldn’t handle the brightness of the Green Sun, so it was simply an act of habit for him to be so active when the moons rose up. Luckily, the sun here was inspired from human Earth, and just bearable for a troll who’d been born and raised in a memory bubble. She didn’t have a mortal form anywhere else, nor had she been hatched like a normal troll, so of course she’d adjusted so quickly to the light. She wasn’t like any natural hatched troll in the slightest. Hell, she was growing up with ghosts.

“Can we get candy, too?” Bouncing in place beside the suited troll, Alani gazed up at him with nothing short of pure adoration. Futurekat looked down at her, flashing her another heart-melting grin. “Anything you want shall be yours, kiddo. Life is short, and I’m gonna make sure you have a good time while you’re living it.” He really was the most perfect person to ever exist. Alani had no idea why nobody else hung around with him. They walked in silence a little longer, Futurekat warily examining the roots at his feet. Usually, the trees would try and trip him up, but when he was with Alani, they never dared to touch him. The trees were always so kind to her.

“..If you’re getting tired, I can carry you.” Alani shook her head, leaning against Futurekat as an excuse to get closer. “I’m oakay. It’s just cold out tonight.” Almost instantly, Futurekat was wrapping his arm around her, extracting a pleased purr from the spoiled female. She had him wrapped around her finger just as he had her wrapped around his. Exiting the final row of trees, Futurekat escorted Alani across the road, promptly ignoring all the trolls and humans hurrying about. For trolls, it was okay to be up at night, but humans? Definitely some shady business. Probably drug sales.

They walked along the sidewalk, making a beeline for the large, neon sign to the movie theatre. Warm breath by Alani’s hair indicated that Futurekat had turned his head to speak to her. “What movie do you feel like seeing, ‘Lani?” Alani strained her neck to look around Futurekat at the movie signs. “Um… I dunno. The one with the pentagram on the poster?” Futurekat was quiet for a moment. “..Isn’t that a horror film?” Slowly, he stopped walking as they reached the entrance to the theatre. Alani paused, turning and standing on the toes of her boots to bump her horns against Futurekat as she saw her lusus often do. “I won’t be scared with you. You’ll always protect me, so nothing can hurt me.”

The quiet words coming from the girl that had become the center of Futurekat’s world practically melted him on the spot. “Yeah. Sure, we can see it. You can close your eyes if you’re frightened.” Alani squeaked excitedly, hugging the other troll tightly before releasing him to run towards the ticket stand. Futurekat was right at her heels, pulling out some boonbucks to purchase two tickets to the movie Alani had chosen. Then, dragged forward by the arm, Futurekat went to the concessions stand. The troll at the counter snorted as the pair approached. “Futurekat. Taking the girl out again?” Futurekat smacked down his pay. “Of course.” Alani was too distracted with staring at the popcorn machine in awe to realize they were talking about her. Futurekat looked over at her fondly when the employee moved to shovel some popcorn into a large container. Alani remained in place to continue staring at the golden glow of the lighting.

“..Candy, Alani.” Alani snapped to attention, pointing hurriedly at a small box of gummy fish. Futurekat smiled and looked expectantly at the employee, who rolled his eyes and fetched the candy from behind the counter. “Yeah, here. Are you done?” Futurekat nodded, handing Alani her candy and hauling the popcorn into his arms. “Yep. Have a good evening.” Waggling his fingers with a nasty smirk, he marched away to lead the now silent Alani to the theatres. She didn’t like to speak around strangers, so it was no surprise that she’d fallen into her usual silence.

Before long, they had found their seats, and Alani was leaning comfortably against her best friend as he held the large popcorn for her. The previews flickered by for seemingly endless minutes, and the two sat in the top row of the theatre in dead silence. It was pretty funny, since everyone else in the room was dead, but Futurekat didn’t think the joke would be very funny to Alani since he’d cracked it millions of times before. Instead, he settled for reaching under the arm rests to hold her small hand, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb to warm her up. He doubted he was helping, since he was far from warm, but the kind smile Alani gave him was encouragement enough to continue.

Finally, the title pulled up onto the screen, and Alani took her first handful of popcorn. Futurekat, undeterred by the butter on her fingers, continued to cradle her hand when she finished eating. As usual, like the beginning of most horror films entailed, there was the stereotypical couple making out. Futurekat had seen enough movies in his afterlife to know that a murder wasn’t far behind. Alani, however, stared down at her knees, looking at Futurekat from time to time as she thought. Technically, he wasn’t all that much older than her. Well, he was almost a thousand years old, but he still looked the part of eighteen. She didn’t remember how old he was in sweeps. Her lusii focused on giving her a more human education, as most of the memory bubble was beginning to adjust into human culture. He was basically eighteen, and she was sixteen, so she was old enough to consider this a date, right? This was totally a date.

Futurekat blinked when a small kiss was pressed to his cheek. Wow, what. That was kind of random, but he wasn’t complaining. Alani was such a sweet child. Looking to the side, Futurekat began to give her a reassuring smile until he noticed the strange expression of something like desperation on her face. Lowering his voice, Futurekat questioned, “Should I take you to the bathroom?” Had he made a mistake of allowing her to see a horror movie? He thought she’d be able to handle it, but now he was concerned. Nobody had died yet. The only creepy thing was the ominous music playing as the couple continued to get intimate in their car, completely unaware of the presence nearby.

Only vaguely, Futurekat was aware of his friend shifting closer, now flushing lightly as she squeezed his hand. But, before she could make any move, Futurekat was looking back at the movie, now considerably interested in the film as the attack began to take place. Alani watched the older troll with a frown, shifting back into her previous position with a small sigh, unaware to the fact that Futurekat was now probing lightly at her mind to identify the problem.

“..Hey.” Alani looked up, just in time for Futurekat to push his mouth against hers. It was awkward for a first kiss, but Alani was more caught up in the rush of the situation to think about how wrong everything was. She didn’t think about the fact that this was her father’s alternate, an alternate version of her lusus and the closest thing to an uncle she had. She didn’t consider the age gap, nor the fact that Futurekat was her guardian and not at all romantically interested in her, nor did she consider that Futurekat kissed people all the time as a casual affair, so this wasn’t really special to him in the slightest.

All she did was kiss the troll who was obliging her for her happiness and nothing more, flustered with how good he was at this and how nice his lips felt on hers. Her lusii would kill her for this. They’d kill Futurekat, actually. But, ignoring all the possible consequences, she kissed her guardian heatedly, feeling nothing but bliss as his hands caressed her despite the agonized screams of the slaughtered couple on screen.

And it was fucking awesome.

[treekarff]

"The Idiotic Notion of True Love"

[#AU Kats, #Karkatcest, #Blatant fantasy selfcest, #Unrequited flushed emotions, #Heartbreak, #Denial, #Reckless/Desperate decisions]

Karkat, or, as he liked to call himself, Futurekat, was leaping over roots, tearing through the forest like a maniac. He’d been travelling all day, all for this moment. Today he would rush into the arms of his matesprit, and then they’d finally get to be together as he’d been promised ever since he was young. He’d had sweeps to prepare for this day, but all his mental preparations and training seemed to have disappeared from his mind. He couldn’t think of a thing. Not a word to say, not a thing to do. He just wanted to see Karkat again.

Karkat. That felt weird, thinking his own name in such an affectionate manner. Luckily, he’d been assured time and time again that selfcest could definitely be a thing. Love could be true. He’d found it such a long time ago, and now he’d finally be reunited with his one and only true love. It was destiny, it was fate! He’d been brought to the future for that one reason. His only goal, to find his future matesprit. They’d fall in love and be together for sweeps and sweeps, existing in this forest with only each other to depend on. Love, love, love. The idea of love was a fantasy he’d never known. It was a hushed rumor, spread by humans and those fortunate enough to feel it. But he would know it, too. He’d get to know love. Love, love, love.

Love meant no more being alone. No more fearing connections. No more preserving his flushed emotions for one person and one person only. Himself. Another version of himself, at the least. This emotional freedom was a privilege he was so excited to have. It was a privilege he would cherish and hold dear.

But first, he had to find Karkat.

It had taken so long to track down this one bubble. But, with a bit of assistance from his future self, Futurekat had located the exact forest he’d meet his matesprit in. All at once, he was caught up with an overwhelming fear that he wouldn’t find his lover. If that was so, he’d wait a little longer. He’d wait until Karkat came to him, or fate led him to Karkat. They’d be so happy. Futurekat had been deprived of happiness for much too long. He’d been in grief over the loss of many, but no more. Karkat would make everything better. After all this time, he’d be truly happy.

He began to hear a voice up ahead. A very familiar voice. In fact, it was a replica of the same voice he’d dwelled on for nights after he’d heard it, the voice he’d memorized and kept in his head for this day. Karkat. It had to be Karkat. All at once, Futurekat froze up. He had to look perfect. He had to be flawless. He captchalouged his rose at once, planning to reveal it later. Pulling a small cracked mirror from his pocket, Futurekat straightened his yellow tie, moving to adjust his hat and straighten his shades shortly afterward. There. That was good.

It was time. He’d waited so long, he’d search for so many sweeps, and today he would meet his matesprit. Today he’d meet the love of his afterlife. Today, he would fall in love and be happy! Nothing could stop him. There was not a single obstacle in his way.

With those thoughts fresh and encouraging in his mind, Futurekat dropped his mirror, dashing forward to break through the bushes up ahead and catch a glimpse of the other troll. Would he be handsome as he’d been all those sweeps ago? Would he be kind and gentle? Would he know Futurekat? Would he love him in return? So many questions. The only way to answer them was to run, run and meet the only troll with the answers.

It was an exhilarating moment. That moment where all of time stopped, and all Futurekat felt was the quick pounding in his chest, a bright flush on his cheeks. It was like living again. He breathed in the air around him, cool and refreshing, and he hardly even cared for the mutant coloring on his face. It happened all at once. Futurekat came to a clearing, just about to leap through the bushes. His eyes met a messy mop of black hair, topped with small, nubby horns, just like his, and a black sweater like he’d once owned. An ashen face with such a serene smile, those long black sleeves stretched around someone else.

Someone else.

Futurekat did not exit the bushes. Instead, he stopped.

There, with his matesprit, his matesprit, was a caped figure. That caped figure looked even more like him than Karkat did. It was like staring at a warped mirror, but the reflection was all wrong, and it should have been him on the other side, yet somehow it wasn’t. He wanted to break the deceiving glass, but he found himself paralyzed. He stared.

His heart stopped so quickly, and his smile vanished. Why was Karkat with that imposter? That stranger who had stolen his face and taken his matesprit? What the hell?

It didn’t take long for him to realize what was happening. It was a dark thought, creeping up to the back of his mind, poised to strike. And when it did, he couldn’t look anymore.

Treekat. He’d spoken to Treekat, who was obviously not his future self. Treekat wasn’t from the future at all as he’d believed.

He’d never been part of this at all. It’d just been a chase to the bitter end he probably should have seen coming. After all, Karkat had mistaken him for Treekat when they first met. It hadn’t been too hard to see, but some part of him seemed to have hidden that one little detail away. Karkat was Treekat’s matesprit.

That wasn’t his name. He’d never been Treekat.

This wasn’t his place. He had to go and leave this peaceful scene alone. Leave the liar and the imposter be. “Fuck.” The curse was soft and blank. He had nothing else to say. What could he possibly say? He couldn’t cry, not here. He’d been chasing after a matespritship that had never existed. It didn’t matter anymore, and he couldn’t blow it up into some big thing. It’s not like his hopes and dreams were just crushed, and it certainly wasn’t that his bloodpusher had snapped in two.

He figured that if he kept lying to himself, he’d wake up and find out that this was just a horrible nightmare. Did ghosts get nightmares? Probably. That’s definitely what he was experiencing.

There was no use wasting his time with a nightmare. There was no use facing a broken heart and the agonizing truth of everything he’d ever believed in. Obviously, he wasn’t one of those lucky trolls who got to feel love. He bet love didn’t even exist. Love was a stupid human term for idiots who thought their relationship was all that. It wasn't an emotion, not a natural one for his kind, and he wasn’t a fucking idiot.

He’d never be an idiot again.

The thoughts came quick and fast, a hot flow of shame and painful coping strategies. Anything to get him away. He just had to get away and he'd be okay. No Karkat, no emotions. Please no. He couldn't bear to deal with anything right now. In his rush, he settled down into blankness. The comfort of apathy.

It was a decision made in a single second. Everything in his afterlife switched around, and everything changed in that instant. But he knew it was for the best. With his final thought in mind, Futurekat turned away from the couple, leaving to isolate himself for a long, long time. He needed time to think, and possibly cry. But no, he wouldn't cry. He was strong, and this would not affect him. He would not be broken.

Love was nothing but a foolish notion, and he could hardly believe he'd managed to convinced himself that it was anything more.

It's so funny how a few seconds can alter a person in such drastic ways.