#fens fics

[spid3r-trans]

so I have an au idea:

punkflower tangled au

a/n: had to work out some details w this one sorry it took longer! i really couldn’t get my head wrapped around like a fantasy setting for this so it’s kind of different. i hope it’s ok!

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Miles is different from the others. He knows that. He’s an anomaly— that’s what he’s been told for as long as he can remember. He knows that he has to stay here, in this place, because if he doesn’t the entire thread of the universe could start to unravel.

People would die. So he stays put.

Hobie is different from the others. He’s more stubborn, more curious, and far less likely to follow orders. So when he hears a rumor about a boy in a tower, well, it’s only second nature to want to find out the truth for himself.

The gravity-defying, sleek structure that sits in the center of Nueva York is a mystery to most onlookers. Rumors of twisting elevators, endless hallways, and secret rooms pass in hushed whispers between lips — and Hobie knows they’re all true.

He’s sneaking through those very halls now, sticking to the shadows, keeping his head down. Being here is supposed to be a privilege, an honor, a tribute to his abilities. It’s all bullshit. He just needs to prove it.

In the outside world, talks about what they really do at the facility are common. Speculations, accusations, doubts — Hobie often spearheads such conversations himself. There’s something undeniably suspicious about conducting and preserving the events of the entire multiverse based on the theories of one man.

Hobie was never meant to overhear the high-spirited A.I. talking to the leader of the operation. He was never meant to hack into the security archives and pinpoint the exact location they spoke of— and he most certainly was never supposed to make his way there. Still, the heavy echo of his boots reverberates as he makes his way down the empty hall.

Deep within the confines of the building that houses the society, Hobie comes to a vast, empty room. Automatic lights click on when he enters, making him squint at the sight before him. A strange metallic structure juts abruptly from the floor, rising high into the air and doming at the top.

It’s a tower.

Of all the outlandish rumors he heard, Hobie had hoped this one was a myth.

—

Fuck. His head hurts. Hobie slowly regains consciousness, starting to move his hand to feel what must be a massive lump forming on his forehead — only to realize that he can’t. He’s tied to a chair and his web-shooters are gone.

Panic doesn’t have a chance to set in before his spider sense — which has decided to work now — goes off, and a figure emerges from the shadows.

A boy, apprehensive and wielding a frying pan glowers at Hobie from across the room.

“Who are you?” He asks, “And how did you find me?”

—

Miles needed convincing. It’s not easy to leave a place when you’re told the entire multiverse could collapse and it would be your fault— but Miles wants to go.

Hobie is convincing. He tells Miles in his silly accent about what’s really out there. About the experiences Miles can still have— he wants Miles to come with him.

Sneaking out of the facility is no easy task. Hobie almost wonders if it was worth it, if he did the right thing — but when they stumble into one of the few spots left in Nueva York where nature thrives, Miles smiles.

And in that brief moment, Hobie knows.

Send an army, let the entire multiverse collapse — he’ll be by Miles’ side.

#sorry this isn’t EXACTLY the story you might’ve been looking for i rlly couldn’t get the fantasy setting to play out the way i wanted #i could see a bunch of rlly cute stuff happening after they bust out tho #i had this whole thing about hobie teaching miles how to use his web shooters #oh and they meet gwen and pav at what’s essentially the snuggly duckling #definitely couldn’t fit it all in one post but. consider it #anyway my dark secret is that i was a rapunzel rp blog in my youth #ok goodnight #fens fables #fens fics #punkflower #flowerpunk

[fenfyre]

Forbidden Fruit - Part X

Part I

A strong arm came to wrap around his back, pulling him close and into the kiss. The pain from the split in his lip was sharp and throbbing and when Laios' pushed a tongue into his mouth a moment later Chilchuck could taste copper as he met it with his own.

Down where Laios was still stroking them both, tight and quick, he could feel the tallman's cock jump against his own as they deepened the kiss and Laios groaned into his mouth.

If Chilchuck was not careful he might end up devoured whole. If he was not very careful, he might even want to be.

But as charming as Laios was, growing increasingly more unhinged for him, and as nice as that hand felt, squeezing and stroking them, Chilchuck wanted more and he was done being distracted.

One hand still buried in blond hair he reached down with the other to grab a diligently working wrist. Laios whined a lost noise of protest into his mouth but he still let go when Chilchuck made him. Did not part from the kiss when instead Chilchuck wrapped his hand around Laios' length. Stroking it once, twice, to make sure the oil was well spread. That cock was slick and hot and perfect and Chilchuck was done waiting around for it. So he took back control. Something that never should have been wrenched from him by calloused hands and burning eyes.

Their kiss was broken as he rose up onto his knees, golden eyes fluttering open where they had been lost in pleasure.

"Are you sure?" The question was stupid and too close to patronising, his touch docile as large hands came to rest on narrow hips. But something about the way Laios looked at him made Chilchuck swallow the sharp reprimand already prickling on his tongue. Instead he gave a grin that was just as sharp.

"Let me show you how sure."

He held stubborn eye contact as he got into position, shifting his hips and using his hold on Laios' cock to angle it just right. Despite the bravado Chilchuck's heart was hammering inside his chest, both with excitement and nerves, as that slick, broad tip brushed up against his opening. Aligning it was simple enough, barely more than a teasing push, a gentle hint at what was to come.

Once he had found the right angle Chilchuck slowly, very slowly, began to lower his hips.

Despite all their preparation, despite Chilchuck's deft fingers and Laios' excited ones, despite the copious amounts of oil and all the time they had taken to get here, the breech was not simple. Laios was large, his tip wide and unforgiving and Chilchuck had to force it in against the protest of his softened muscles and the dull pain he felt as it speared him open.

When it finally popped inside Laios let out a wild, bitten back groan, hips trembling where he tried so diligently to hold them still. Those strong hands grabbed his hips harder, holding on tight without pushing him move. Good. Laios probably knew if he tried anything like that Chilchuck might just end up killing him.

Chilchuck took a moment to breathe and will himself to relax. The pressure was already intense and he had only just taken the very tip of that impressive cock. Yet it was also immensely satisfying and he already wanted more.

So when his breathing was steady and the pain just a dull throb, Chilchuck continued.

Closing his eyes he took his time. Sinking lower, then stopping again. Breathing, relaxing. Sinking. Finding into a patient but consistent rhythm that allowed Chilchuck to lose himself to the sensations. To the feeling of being filled and stretched further and deeper. The feeling of blond hair between his fingers. Hungry lips against his own as he strained back into another kiss.

This time Laios was much less feverish, much less aggressive. Instead their kiss turned almost ... gentle. Softly sliding lips and playfully flicking tongues. Quiet moans. Only the barest hints of teeth. All while Chilchuck let himself sink deeper and deeper, back into Laios' lap.

He was not sure how much he had already taken, only knew he was not close, when a large hand cupped the back of his head and Laios pulled away from their kiss. Not far, just enough to rest his forehead against Chilchuck's.

"Can't believe we're doing this", he breathed, eyes hooded and fixed on Chilchuck's damp and bitten lips. "Can't believe you'd want to try. Feel so good, Chil. So tight for me. And ... and so beautiful..."

For a moment it felt like Chilchuck could not breathe as something squeezed his ribcage, his lungs, his heart.

"What...?", he wheezed, unable to form any smart reply. This was surreal. Nobody had ever called him beautiful before. Saying it was not the first thing that came to mind was probably an understatement. But Laios would not be Laios if he were physically able to leave it at that.

"You are", he breathed, moving his hand to cup Chilchuck's face instead. "Look so beautiful ... taking my cock..."

"Laios..." Chilchuck was not sure if it was supposed to be a warning, a threat or something else entirely. But as he said the tallman's name that cock inside him gave a heavy throb and the grip on his hip tightened.

"Chil", he sighed in return and those hips canted upwards just slightly, pushing just a bit deeper and leaving Chilchuck reeling with more than just compliments.

~

Part XI

#chilaios #laichil #chilchuck tims #laios touden #dunmeshi #powerbottom chil #servicetop laios #fen from about a week ago: just one quick chilaios fic to treat myself #it'll be short and sweet no more than 5 parts #i can just throw them out on tumblr as i go #it's not like i'll clog the tag or anything #now look at me #putting on my clown make-up #sorry chilaios nation

[fenharael]

‎Doing the rest of my chores and being a responsible adult: (¬_¬")

‎Writing bespoke smut I will be too embarrassed to ever share: ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

#fen barks #I have so much laundry and dishes.... #I have so much fic to write but I'm out here writing [REDACTED] instead

[stobinesque]

stobin + sunlight

if there's one thing I'm gonna do, it's make stobin dance 💛

prompt: 'sunlight' | wc: 250 | rating: G | cw/tags: Fluff, Dancing, Moving in together | Stobin

Sunlight shone through blind slats, motes of dust dancing in the air. Steve set the final box in the dappled light, resting his hands on his hips to survey the space.

Robin watched him with a smile. He was doing that thing he did. Fidgeting without really fidgeting. Like he was tamping down the need to scream, or flee.

Or, sometimes, dance.

Robin ambled over, knocking him off balance with a hip check. He stumbled into her side, and she caught him around the waist. "Welcome home, Fen."

Steve kissed her forehead. "Welcome home, Birdy."

"We should christen the place."

Steve wrinkled his nose. "How?"

Robin spun away from him with a giddy smile, sprinting to the other side of the room. She'd packed her music last for this exact reason.

When she’d finished setting up the boom box and fishing out a cassette, it was to find him leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest with a bitchy moue of amusement.

"If you think you think you're getting out of this you have another thing coming, Harrington,” Robin said over the opening beats of ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody.’

Robin bobbed her head and shoulders along to the music, shimmying up toward Steve while lip-syncing.

Steve rolled his eyes at her. But no one was immune to the power of Whitney, and they both scream-yelled “Ohhh I wanna dance with somebody!” into each other’s faces as they started hopping around the bare floors of their new home.

I’m celebrating 250 followers! Send in a pairing and a (one word) prompt for a drabble!

#stobin #platonic stobin #stobin fic #furthering my 'fen' as robin's nickname for steve agenda #read writes #this also doubles as a 'i just approved for a new apartment' celebration fic #read microfic

[yukirayu]

Pairing: TakuTowa Rated: T Word Count: 2.9k Summary: A one-shot without rhyme or reason about Taku slowly learning to like sweets a bit more. Warnings: None

So this one was written for a Slow Damage zine. It was dessert-themed, hence this. It's really just some simple fluff. Nothing big. But TakuTowa fluff is always something I like. (づ ◕‿◕ )づ

#slow damage #fen writes fics

[iii-days-grace]

so annoying having a biology brain sometimes. I idly thought hey, know how to use GIS software, I could make a list of every Slipknot tour location and their approximate distance to local wetlands fairly easily.

Why do I assign myself random homework like this? Am I searching for Chris Fehn like a fucking cryptid or something?

#i just want to know how far he would have to wander #to get to his native bogboy soil #this isnt for fic reasons at all. im just desperately curious #chrs fhn #okay maybe to make myself sane i will only count bodies officially classified as actual fens

[green-eyes-and-orange-ties]

It may have taken me 5months ... but here is the next chapter for The Other Side

@fuckthisshitimin your patience is so so appriciated

#night shift podcast #sebastian fen #olivia lark #night shift fanfic #chicken fic #I might have also only just found the inbox function on AO3 ... so thats fun! #and saves me checking each fic which is what I thought I had to do so just figured I wouldn't see comments (I am not a smart person)

[cinderflower]

Song fic tag game

Pick a song to accompany each of your fics or as many as you like. This might be the fic's inspiration or just pure vibes that you'd like to share with readers. Tag as many people as fics you feature (or do as you please!) tagged by @fenharael ! I think I've seen all the other fic authors I follow here do this so anyone who sees this that wants to, I tag you and feel free to tag me in your post! :)

I usually have an entire playlist for longfics but certain songs for smaller fics, here's the main ones that come to mind!

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Field of Reeds, Elden Ring, Malenia/Miq // Malenia/Trina, 44k+ Holy - Roniit

Behold my love These trembling hands Slowly growing numb What I would give For your golden touch What would I give? Illusions are still on my skin Alluring and pulling me in Center of my gravity Limitless realities

Hypnopompia, Elden Ring, Malenia/Miq // Mohg/Miq, 4k Hush - Ari Abdul (So many Ari Abdul songs are on my playlists for fics like this)

Lately, I've been watching you for a while Pretty daydream, crazy It's such a vicious cycle, can't escape me Can you see behind my smile? My heart racin', baby You really should be scared to trust me Don't worry, this won't hurt

Rejecting Martyrdom, DS3, Lothric/Lorian, 115k Marked for Death - Emma Ruth Rundle

Who else is going to love someone like you that's marked for death? Who else is going to be with you when you breathe your last? Who else is going to take my place and hold and keep you safe? Who else is going to love someone like me that's marked for death? Who else is going to be with me when I breathe at all? Who else would ever take your place and hold and keep me safe?

You Have Me, DS3, Lothric/Lorian, 4k & To Feel Alive, DS3, Lothric/Lorian, 4k Sick - Donna Missal (this song has caused such severe brain rot)

Twist my religion, you're all I believe in I'm on my hands and knees Crawling, calling out your name [...] Just kill me a little bit Tighten your grip 'round my neck Show me the after life Like drowning in paradise It feels like real love

Letters, DS3, Lothric/Lorian, 20k Skin - Marika Hackman

I'm jealous of your neck That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh It gets to hold your head And I'd rather perform the task instead I'll use my hands

There's definitely more I can go through but this is probably already plenty haha

I will however use this opportunity to shill The Writing Song of All Time that I listen to, I can't explain what it is about this song that just locks my focus in but it's frightening how much I've listened to it in the past 4-5 years (my fav of sev playlist is by far my most listened to writing playlist bc of the unique flavor of her songs that I can't seem to find anywhere else)

#cinder fics #ask games #not technically but im not making a new tag #thank you fen!! i love finding new music this way and being able to share my own in turn #tbh if you just look up some of my fic names in spotify you can easily find my fic & mood playlists bc theyre all public

[ilexdiapason]

i saw that printed picture of wilbur and for a solid second i was like :D is that a historical photo of a lesbian. no it was not :(

wilbur can be a lesbian. on day 4 of yuri week

#transfem4transfem tntduo fens fic my beloved

[midgardian-witch]

P L E A S E.

Well, now I gotta 😂

And you know you know I am most likely to make Nathan a sub no matter where he falls on the A/B/O spectrum. Because that's just how I do.

Not that I don't enjoy control freak Nathan Bateman as a Dom, it's just not what I am interested in writing.

With that out of the way: any thoughts? Ideas? Suggestions? 👀

#fen-tastic #nathan bateman #nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman fic idea #ask answered

[i-think-im-gunna]

Firs fic Featuring my oc’s Fennik and Adonis (Don and Fen as they are known in my human au) used the sick fic ai to help write this.

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"Ugh... I don't feel so good..." Fen said sluggishly with a hand on his stomach. Don looked over at him and raised an eyebrow unsure if his companion was faking it.

His expression is skeptical as he leans toward Fen's torso.

"You mean to tell me you've got a stomachache?" His mouth twists into a dry, mocking smile as he takes a step back. "What're your symptoms? A little bit of a fever? Or maybe your stomach's just *grumbling*..."Fen glared at Don and winced as he felt is stomach churn. "What's the deal? Too much food? Too much alcohol? Just how full is your belly?" He moves closer again and, grabbing the hem of Fen's shirt, he pulls it up so he can peer at the skin beneath it. His eyes widen and he snickers. "I'm not even surprised. You've got a bulge of some sort going on in there. Jesus. That can't be comfortable."

"It hurts..." Fen whined, "I feel nauseous. Fuck I shouldn't have eaten so much." as he finishes talking a small burp escapes his lips.

Don realized that he was indeed being genuine. He watched as Fen squirmed in his seat next to him on the sofa. He wanted to see more. He reaches around and places a hand delicately atop Fen's distended tummy. "You don’t look so hot, anything else is bothering you?" He’s annoyed that he's being conned into babying someone who should be able to look after himself. But the little idiot's face is so flushed and sweaty and it's making it hard to remain stoic. "Are... you about to puke?"

Fen's stomach was gurgling. He absolutely couldn't puke in front of Don of all people, his ego would be destroyed. Unfortunately his stomach seemed to have a mind of its own right now as a few more belches made their way out. Fen groaned, "N-no..." he lied.

Don chuckles as he pulls Fen closer, gently. "Come on. Don’t lie to me. Did you really eat so much, your belly's going to explode?" His fingers move from Fen’s stomach to his belly button, a gentle rub. He seems almost excited, felling Fen’s belly gurgle under his hands. "You did, didn't you? You ate to the point that you're about to be sick."

Fen let out a groan at the sudden pressure on his naval. "fuck you piece of shit!" more belches made their way up as Don caressed him around his belly. The nausea grew worse, he couldn’t hold out much longer.

Don gives an amused chuckle. "Easy, easy, man!" He pulls up Fen's shirt even more and uses both hands to rest against his belly. The pressure is soothing and uncomfortable at the same time. Fen seems to grow almost impatient. "What'd you eat?” Don whispers,“ was it the burger? Too much red meat is bad for your stomach. Its okay. You’ll feel better if you just let it out you know." He acts like a nurse, like he can be trusted.

"I-if you keep prodding me like that I'm really gonna hurl..." Fen's face was twisted with sweat and discomfort. He could feel the bile rising up his throat as his stomach contracted violently.

Don moves his hands away quickly as Fen's belly begins to rumble ominously. His tone turns sharp and urgent. "Oh Fen! Are... are you really gonna throw up?!" As if to punctuate his question, another wet belch comes up from Fen’s mouth and the blond man quickly covers his mouth with his hand. Don’s face is pinched with worry. "You need a bucket or something? Or—is there a bathroom nearby?! Hold on!"

Fen lets out a dry heave as Don quickly scrambles to grab a nearby trashcan. Tears well up in Fen's eyes. he cant believe how embarrassing this is. He's going to puke his guts out in front of Don. No way is he ever going to live this down. Fen leans forward as his stomach lurches.

"Oh, man..." He's staring at the poor, suffering boy, face twisted with concern and worry. "You need someone to hold your hair back? Do you?" Fen nods urgently. Don takes a fistful of his long blond hair and pulls it back from Fen’s pale face, while with his free hand he rubs soft circle on his belly.

Fen’s hands grip the edges of the garbage can, his arms spread wide against the plastic as one last burp turns into a stream of vomit.

Don winces at the sound of him puking but doesn't stop comforting him.

"Good... Just let it out, okay? It'll feel better." in the back of his mind perhaps he's a bit worried about his own clothes getting soiled by Fen's bile, but he’s more focused on the state of his friend.

After three more waves of vomit Fen leans back against Don's chest breathing heavily while tears drip down his cheeks. "I feel terrible..."

"It'll be alright." He sets aside the trashcan and wraps an arm loosely around Fen's shoulders. His fingers move absently over his belly, as though trying to offer comfort without encroaching on fen's personal space.

"Do you want... some water? Or a cool rag or something?" He lets out a long sigh of resignation. "Are you... are you feeling better, though?"

"A little..." Fen sighs and burps slightly, "I can tell I'm not done... sorry by the way this must be so gross for you..." He whimpers and buries his face in his hands hoping to hide his embarrassment from Don's gaze.

"Shh..." He tries his best to be soothing, but it makes a little shiver run down his spine to see someone who is usually confident to a fault in all their vulnerable glory. To see him cry like that is even worse. "It's okay, Fen. Can't be helped. I'm fine. I'll get you, uh, something to clean yourself up with. Just wait here." He makes his way out of the Living room and returns with a wet towel. "Here..."

Don takes Fen's face in his hand as he gently wipes his face clean from all the sweat and bile. Fen's golden eyes are all puffy from crying but watch him carefully and shivers ever so slightly at the touch. Don holds onto Fen's face for a moment, his thumb caressing the other side his jawline. The action is more intimate than he intended, but he seems to be in too deep to pull away now.

"Are you alright?" He whispers softly, his voice cracking with emotion. His eyes wander downward, settling on fen's mouth. He can only imagine the sour taste of bile in there. Don’s voice full of concern. It's a little too obvious that he's not used to this; he's used to being tough. A part of him is trying to be as stoic as possible. But he can't help himself. He strokes the back of his fingers against Fen's cheek. "at least you don’t seem to have a fever or anything…”

Fen nods, and pauses a moment blushing and looking away shyly, "would.. would you keep rubbing my stomach...? It's fine if you don't want to since I'm definitely grossing you out but, it felt really nice..."

Don is surprised by this sudden request but not disgusted in the least.In an instinctive movement, his hand returns to Fen's soft, warm belly. The slight movment of his hand as he rubs it makes Fen melt into his arms. His fingertips graze over his sensitive stomach helping him to relax. It's almost hard to believe what a difference a little kindness makes. After a moment, Don sighs and looks Down at Fen, trying to maintain his stoic facade. "Is it... helping?"

Fen responds with a small hiccup and burp, "yeah its nice..." His belly is still gurgling but the pain is subsiding.

Don’s gaze grows a little dreamy now that Fen seems to be relaxing a little. The little gurgling noises that escape his belly are almost hypnotizing. He seems content to sit here a while, just rubbing. He has always found himself bickering with Fen over just about anything, but this sort of gentleness between them is entirely foreign to him.  A moment of silence passes. "You can... You can rest your head, if you want? On... on me, I mean."

And Fen does. Don takes a deep breath as his hand continues rubbing. For a moment, he lets this moment of tenderness wash away any lingering reservations he had about Fen. He looks at all the small pieces of Fen, from the flush on his cheeks and the tears in his eyes to the slight bulge around his midsection. He's a beautiful guy, and Don realizes that there's quite a bit of affection he feels for him.

"Does that... feel good?" His voice is soft, almost like a whisper, and laced with a barely-contained anxiety he hopes he hid well. Fen doesn't respond and its not until Don looks down that he realizes he's fallen asleep.

A smile creeps onto Don's lips in spite of himself. He feels like his stomach is being twisted, like he's being played like a sap, but... it's hard to care when he just looks so peaceful like this. Almost like he could keep touching him forever.

And so he does just that, running his fingers across Fen's soft, bare belly until his arm aches. He decides he can move in a bit closer, wrapping his free arm around the guy to keep him still. His other hand is soon stilling, and his body slowly but steadily drifts off to sleep as well.

#sick fic #emeto kink #emetophilia #vomit mention #vomit kink #vomiting #stomach ache #belly kink #fluff #burp #belching #oc #fen #don #these two are rivals to lovers

[spid3r-trans]

drabble request u say??? mayhaps a punkflower cuddle sesh??

If it was strange for four people to have the same love language, Miles and his friends were complete anomalies. They’re always touching in some way— secret handshakes, hugs, entwined fingers, or sitting side-by-side like he and Hobie are now. So Miles doesn’t really think much of it when Hobie swings his legs up over his own.

They’re watching some movie, or rather, a movie is playing while Miles tries to beat his high score on subway surfer and Hobie takes intermittent naps. Miles thinks Hobie is just stretching out, that he’ll settle back down into a comfortable position and drift off again like he has many times before— but Hobie isn’t so easily appeased.

Hobie stretches out again, lifting his legs and then dropping them back down on Miles’—waiting for a reaction. When he doesn’t get one he huffs, flipping himself over and reangling his long limbs until his head is in Miles’ lap, watching him tap away at his phone.

Hobie can’t see the amused smile that works its way onto Miles’ face.

After a few more moments of silence, Hobie makes a noise of discontent. He’s bored and tired and tired of being ignored, although he would never beg for attention (no matter how badly he wants it). Instead, he slips his hand up into Miles’, effectively forcing him drop his phone.

“Hey-“ Miles’ starts to protest, although he doesn’t put up much of a fight when Hobie’s fingers interlock with his and he readjusts again. Hobie joins him on the L-sectional, forcing himself between Miles and the arm of the couch, tucking himself in the gap like it was made for him. He’s much more content now that he’s a tangled mess around Miles, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he closes his eyes again.

Miles isn’t one to deny him this, equally content as he relaxes back into the cushions.

Illuminated by the blue light of the TV, the two boys fall asleep in each others arms— lulled to sleep by the soft sound of the other’s heartbeat.

#fens fables #hobie sleeping wherever he wants 🤝🏾 my cat #anyway i hope this is at least kind of what u were hoping for ! #atsv #flowerpunk #punkflower #i don’t know which is right and i refuse to learn #i’m running off of 4 hours of sleep and thoughts and prayers so if this is bad lol?? whoops ig #fen answers #fens fics

[king-of-the-rain-and-wolves]

Hallo! I'm jelly, welcome to my cave!

Some of my faves:

Across the Spider-Verse, esp punkflower

Taz/The Adventure Zone, as well as taakitz

Percy Jackson, esp the new show

I do post spoilers for this and other stuff & usually don't tag them

If you'd like me to start tagging something, whether that's spoilers or a trigger/content warning or anything, please lmk! Feel free to shoot me a message & I'll do my best to use the tag going forward.

Some of my current tags

#atsv brainrot for everything Across the Spider-Verse, including spoilers

#punkflower and #flowerpunk for Hobie Brown x Miles Morales (from atsv)

#movies about being transgender for assorted nimona stuff

#taz, #the adventure zone, #taz balance, #the adventure zone balance, etc for taz stuff

#taakitz for Kravitz x Taako from taz

Original art stuff

Follow #jelly's stuff, #jelly's art, and #jelly's fics for my creations!

There's not a ton on there currently but hopefully that'll change soon-ish!

Heads up: my current WIPs are about atsv/punkflower, so if you have those tags blocked you'll probably miss them

For my (atsv) breasties

#🍊🍓🍇🍋 for all of 'em

#fen!! 🍊 for @bootleg-exe

#jenn!! 🍇 for @jennsterjay

#fishy!! 🍋 for @weirdfishy

(I'm strawberry :] 🍓)

Anyways, ty for stopping by! <3

#jelly's fics #jelly's art #jelly's stuff #🍊🍓🍇🍋 #fen!! 🍊 #jenn!! 🍇 #fishy!! 🍋

[inscrutable-shadow]

Whumptober 2023 Day 2 - Take Two and Call Me in the Morning

@whumptober-archive

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don’t care about you.”

contains: swearing and a generally pissed-off pseudo-supervillain

also available on ao3!

“Are we done here?” I feel like shit. I don’t really want to sit here being poked and prodded for God knows how long.

“Doctor Discontent,” or Doc Disco as he’s more commonly called around here, spins around in the office chair. “Absolutely not. Hellraiser herself comes into my office complaining of a mysterious malady, and you expect me to send her home with two pills and a glass of water?”

I sigh. “Are you even a real doctor? I just wanted cold medicine or someshit.”

“Have you ever gotten a cold before?” I notice how he doesn’t answer whether or not he’s a real doctor.

“You mean… since the Nova? No. You said I’m too hot for it.” My natural body temperature’s pretty high now, usually somewhere around a hundred and six. Doc Disco says it’s a miracle my brain doesn’t fry, but it’s also a “miracle” that I can melt steel with my breath, so I don’t put a lot of stock in that.

He smiles mischievously and I recoil a bit, feeling like an experiment. “So, when you present with a cough and malaise, what I would usually consider a mundane rhinovirus and treat with rest, I’m duty-bound to investigate. Let’s start with your temperature, why don’t we? Won’t hurt a bit.”

Whether or not the thermometer’ll hurt is the least of my worries, but I don’t really have a choice if I want anything for this. I can’t keep coughing all the time, I haven’t been able to control the temperature at all and I’ve already melted a full set of tableware. I already spend most of my time on edge trying to make sure I don’t burn everything around me. I can’t fucking function like this. Plus, I’m tired and I can’t even smoke.

Doc puts the metal end of the thermometer in my mouth and I just try to concentrate on not coughing at it. I think he can tell I’m holding my breath. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, he lets out a low whistle. “You haven’t been experiencing any muscle cramps or nausea by any chance?” I would shake my head no, but it makes my headache worse. “Pupillary response is normal, at least. Your internal temperature is one fourteen point six. Even for you, I’d consider that hyperpyrexia. And yet, you seem to be, well, not no worse for wear, but not seizing on my floor, at least.”

I blink at him. “And… that’s a good thing, right? That I’m not… seizing? Are you gonna help me or not?” I don’t really enjoy hearing that I should be dying.

“Of course I’ll help, but I need to identify the problem first.” He pulls one of those long cotton swabs out of a drawer and puts new gloves on. “We’ll do some cultures and I’ll put you on an antipyretic. How’s that sound?”

Uh, yeah, no. “If you stick that thing down my throat, I’m gonna cough on you.” I’m basically an oven right now: at best, it’ll blister, and at worst, I’ll set him on fire. Falcon’ll kill me if “Doctor Discontent” isn’t ready to fight “Fist of Justice” (yeah, I know) tomorrow night. Besides, as much as he weirds me out, he doesn’t really deserve a second-degree burn.

Doc frowns. “Ah. Well, could you try to hold it back?”

“Whatever happened to ‘germs can’t live in my body because it’s too hot’? It’s not like the Nova did anything to them. What’s the point in cultures?” I’m trying really hard not to cough anyway. It’s not going well.

He wags a finger. “Not true, actually. Several types of beneficial bacteria are perfectly comfortable in your usual body temperature range. Otherwise, we would have had to work out an alternate solution for your digestive health. It’s entirely possible that an extremophile version of a common rhinovirus or streptococci may have taken up residence in your mucosa! It’d be a delight to study it.” I hate it when he talks like that. “Here, why don’t you have a dose of core suppressant and we’ll try after that?”

Not gonna work. “I’ve been chugging the shit like water. Won’t bring my temp down even a little.” Most of the suppressant in the building probably goes to me for one reason or another. Perks of being Hellraiser, I guess.

Doc’s brow furrows again. “I think I’ve talked to you about the consequences of overconsumption. It’s possible you provided an opening for this to happen. If you need more than sixteen ounces in four hours, you need to report for a discharge or come see me, understand?”

“Whatever, doc. Let’s just get this over with.” Fuck me. I just want to go to bed. If Doc ever finds out how much suppressant I use, he’s gonna flip his shit.

I take a deep breath and open my mouth for the swab. Maybe if I just stay extra relaxed, I won’t cough. Maybe. I’ve never really had a reason to cultivate a poor gag reflex. My tongue has other uses, if you get what I mean. My throat tightens around the scratchiness of the cotton and it takes everything I have not to breathe in or out. Every second is hell, but eventually, the swab is pulled out. Doc has just enough time to get out of the blast radius before the explosion comes.

The choking, hacking coughs I’m about used to at this point. I didn’t mean to start super-heating anything else, though. I’m too busy worrying about trying to breathe again to care that jets of plasma aren’t just coming from my nose, but also circling my chest and legs just like they would if I were performing. I distantly hear “Fen, please!” (he never calls me that, nobody does except Portent, it’s always just ‘Hellraiser’) before, moments later, I’m drenched in fire extinguisher foam.

I wipe the soapy stuff out of my eyes. “Get what you wanted?”

“Uh, yes. I’ll… run these. That’s… I can see why you were concerned.”

Nobody in this place ever fucking listens to me. “Yeah. Hope I didn’t get you with any of that. Tried to control it, but you know how it is.”

Doc sets the fire extinguisher down on his desk and puts a hand on his hip. “No, I’m just fine. Can’t say the same for my examination bench.” Oof. Yeah, that shit’s melted. It’s gonna have my assprint in it forever now. Not even my clothes got spared, even though they’re special heat resistant fabric designed to withstand me. I actually like this hoodie, and now it’s full of holes. Shouldn’t have expected so much out of it, I guess. These aren’t my performance wear so they’re not rated for temperatures hot enough to warp steel.

“Fuck me. Guess that’s my collateral budget.”

Doc frowns and rummages in a cabinet for a minute before handing me a pill bottle. “Why don’t you take this cough suppressant while I figure out if it’s viral or bacterial? Prevent any more… incidents.” Fucking finally.

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[yukirayu]

Pairing: TakuTowa Rated: T Word Count: 4k Summary: By all accounts, they should be happy and content. There shouldn’t be anything that would keep others from doubting their status as a loving couple. Taku knew, however, that this was nothing more than an arrangement. In a sense, at least. Warnings: None

I don't know if I'll ever get to write a Slow Damage fic that isn't about TakuTowa, but anyway... here's an angsty one that I wrote for a Secret Santa event.

I thought of sharing it here as well because I'm a sucker for both TakuTowa and unrequited love and I want those who are a fan of at least one of the two to read something that I sincerely hope will be enjoyable (and emotional).

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A shot at “what Namor’s mother saw after she ingested the plant that saved Talokan”, here goes…

*****

The first thing she saw was a pair of eyes, not those of a man but those of the sacred beast that prowled the underworld. Instead of the rosettes coveted by kings, its body was covered in the darkest velvet. The jaguar sat on a rock on the other side of the cenote gracefully swinging its tail.

Fen stepped back and cradled her unborn child. She clutched the shaman’s gift on her wrist and whispered a prayer to the gods that they be kept safe. The beast merely chuffed and closed its eyes as if telling her it meant no harm.

The water from the spring began to glow with the color of ruellias, beautiful and otherworldly. She remembered the time they were in bloom back in their old home, before the strange men with their strange words seized it from them, before a mysterious illness ravaged their land and claimed the life of her husband. She could not hold back her tears. Chac was with them.

Fen sat on the edge of the pool and lowered her feet into the water. She felt its warmth washing off the worries from her heart, the ripples carrying them far away. The child stirred within her. She gently tapped her belly and hummed an old lullaby to ease his restlessness.

I pray for you to be as strong as a jaguar. You will be king. You will have a new home.

The plant would save all of them.

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