I'm reading Homestuck fic.
This is a fantastic humanstuck (which I generally disapprove of) AU, featuring GamzeeKarkat. I literally cried, it was so beautiful. The writing was amazing too.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1030564
You meet him and he's a kid, half your age, but he takes care of you anyway. Your life is clean and clear and slow when he's around you, and you remember the parts with him in it and blur the places in between until you see him again.
So this is the story; the bits you remember, the important parts of your life. The parts that had him in them.
I kind of have a huge fondness for Karkat-Signless meetups, because they're both amazing and someone needs to give KK a hug, so here are two especially good ones:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/281939
The Signless meets his descendant in a dreambubble.
Alternatively, Signless: Fondly regard crustacean.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/505174
Dream bubbles allow for a lot of things, especially conversations that need to take place. Karkat has a bone to pick and The Sufferer's got it coming. Round and round the universe goes, descendant to descendant and ancestor to ancestor, always inheriting the momentum of the past.
I just utterly adored the idea behind this one--I'm not a particularly shippy person (except, it turns out, when it comes to moirallegiance), so the concept of the Signless and the Disciple's relationship that went "beyond the quadrants" being that of siblinghood was just... gah. *adores*
http://archiveofourown.org/works/305964
The Signless and The Disciple shared something that was beyond the troll quadrants. Perhaps, to someone from another world, that something would not be so unrecognisable.
This one has nothing to do with any Vantases at all (*gasp* I know, completely insane!)--it's a fascinating fic about the beta kids, who, having recreated the universe exactly as it had been, just don't seem to fit in. It's all told through the eyes of their various romntic partners, who, despite being nameless storytelling devices, each have their own distinct personality. I love outsider point of view as a device--it's one of my favourite things to find in any story, fanfic or not--and it's used particularly well here.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/172018
How do you adjust to a normal life after living through the end of the world? At the expense of whoever is foolish enough to date you apparently. You meet the strangest boy, the most Amazing Girl. You meet Rose Lalonde in college and John Egbert in Bolivia and all of them are a little off, a little broken, a little wrong in exactly the same way.
Finally, this is an amazing crossover-AU-thing with, of all things, a D&D style universe. The basic background premise is that the SBURB players who were still alive as of Act 6 (both sets of kids, Karkat, Terezi, Kanaya, Gamzee, Sollux, and Aradia--the cherubs didn't exist when it was started) created said D&D style universe and became its gods. Fastforward several thousand years later and find that, out of boredom, they've been incarnating themselves into the world--but now, a new evil threatens, and with Karkat as the only one who even vaguely remembers who they are, they set out to save the world. Hilarity ensues and I'm really not explaining it well, because wow it's such an interesting and wonderfully executed piece. The story is partially driven by user-suggestions, and the author manages to do an utterly amazing job of weaving them into a cohesive narrative. Their writing is fantastic, too, even moreso when you learn that the way they write it is with the least editing they can possibly do to stop going insane over fixing things. It's also long: so far, there's 97 chapters and over 400000 words, and it's nowhere near done.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/420086/chapters/700061
The halls of the Gods are empty, echoing with unheard prayers.
The forces of corruption and decay are growing in power. Soon they shall sweep across the world like an unholy plague.
From the deep caverns beneath the majestic Dragonshard Mountains, across the mighty Greenweald Forest, to the fair city of Porthaven on the storm-wracked coast, there are fourteen people with the mark of a divine ruler on their skin. They do not know it, but they and only they can save the world from apocalypse and ruin.
So naturally, they're going to spend as long as possible arsing about slaying monsters and looting ancient temples. 'Cos, you know, adventurers.
I would add more, but I'd be surprised if anyone even read this far, and anyways, I want to get back to reading The Land of Dragons and Dungeons. I'm on chapter 62.
-Aila