#south park fanfic
Title:Lucky
Author:Keith
Fandom:South Park
Setting:Their Hotel Room
Pairing:Fankid OC/Fankid OC
Characters:OC: Leslie Cowens, OC: Vernon Cowens
Genre:Romance
Rating:K
Chapters:1/1
Word Count:100
Type Of Work: Drabble, Part of the FicWip Drabble Challenge
Status:Complete
Warnings:Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Twincest, Incest, Sibling Incest, Mpreg Implication, Male Pregnancy Implication, Death, Violence
Disclaimer:I own Leslie, and my friend owns Vernon.
Summary: “You’re lucky, you know that?”
AN:Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!
So, this is for another drabble challenge for the FicWip server I’m in. I couldn’t help but write for these two, I love them a lot. They’re OC’s with my friend Mel ( @southxparkxafterxdark), two of our Alt!Verse Alex (Mel’s Douchebag/New Kid @nxwkid) and Pete’s kids. They’re the oldest two, a pair of twins. I just really love them, and Leslie is always super loud, so he’s easy to write.
Also, I am migrating to only posting to Ao3, and no longer uploading here. I am archiving this account. If you still want to see my fics, check Sunshinecackle on Ao3 or Writteninsunshine on Tumblr!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Lucky
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“You’re lucky, you know that?"
Leslie’s words caused Vernon’s head to jerk up, and he stared at the other man like his head was falling off.
"Lucky?”
“Yeah… You, uh… You’ve gotten me out of a lot of shit… There’s a lot of times that I think if you weren’t around to be my good luck charm… I probably would have died.”
Oh, so /these/ were the kinds of cheery thoughts that went through Leslie’s head when he was forced to lounge in bed all day. Vern chuckled regardless, shaking his head.
“You shouldn’t make me push our luck so hard, then, don'tcha think?”
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AN:I had a lot for Leslie going on in my head, so I decided to do this prompt for him and Vernon. Leslie is not good at sitting still and needs a babysitter. Who better than the man who went and got him pregnant in the first place?
Prompt:Lucky
Title:Rain Is A Good Thing
Author:Keith
Fandom:South Park
Setting:Unspecified
Pairing:Kenny McCormick/Butters Stotch
Characters:Kenny McCormick/Butters Stotch
Genre:Romance
Rating:K
Chapters:1/1
Word Count:100
Type Of Work: Drabble, Part of the FicWip Drabble Challenge
Status:Complete
Warnings:Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM
Disclaimer:I don’t own anything.
Summary:Butters hadn’t expected it, but that didn’t mean he was unhappy.
AN:Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!
Welp, here’s another little short thing, but I have been enjoying doing this, tbh. I think it’s fun, and writing the little things is a good challenge for me. It helps me cut things out that aren’t necessary. If you’d like to see more of this, let me know!
Rain Is A Good Thing
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“Oh,hamburgers!” Butters yelped, holding his jacket up over his head, and then moving it to Kenny’s as best he could. Shaking his head, Kenny pulled the jacket away, letting them get soaked. He grinned at Butters, who tilted his head. He could see the smile in his eyes, and then as Kenny unzipped his parka.
Reaching out, he took Butters’ chin in his hand, tilting his head up. When Butters looked at him quizzically, he chuckled as he pressed his lips to the other’s. Butters melted into him, his foot kicking up some as Kenny pet his hair gently.
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AN:Another short thing but at least I get these finished lol I finished it before the fic I posted last, but I wanted something special to be the 100th South Park fic I posted on Ao3. Sorry guys~! Hope you enjoyed this!
Prompt:Caught In The Rain
Title:Lately, It’s So Quiet
Author:Keith
Fandom:South Park
Setting:Michael’s House
Pairing:Michael/Pete Thelman
Characters:Pete Thelman, Michael, Firkle Smith
Genre:Angst/Romance
Rating:K
Chapters:1/1
Word Count: 100
Type Of Work: Drabble, Part of the FicWip Drabble Challenge
Status:Complete
Warnings:Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, On-Again Off-Again Michael/Pete, Implied Michael/Firkle, Stalking Mention, Breaking and Entering Mention
Disclaimer:I don’t own anything.
Summary: Pete took with him all the life in Michael’s house.
AN:Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!
So, here’s another drabble challenge down! I have kept finishing them for a bit but I’ve been holding back on posting things I’ve written for South Park until I get the 100th fic on Ao3 posted because it’s really important to me that it’s something that I really liked or felt something for. So, after that comes out, it’s likely going to be followed by a few of these. At any rate, I hope you enjoy it!
Lately, It’s So Quiet
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The house was quiet, almost tooquiet. No doubt Firkle was skulking around, but the younger goth made little to no noise.
He was very unlike Pete in that regard. Pete was loud, even when he didn’t mean to be. A loud, sometimes poorly-placed huff or sigh denoted he wanted attention, fluttering pages in books and magazines when he was mildly annoyed weren’t uncommon. When he was in any mood at all, stomping was his favorite mode of travel, and when he was angry, doors slammed before he was even gone.
Michael absolutely hated the silence Pete had left him in, now.
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AN: Another drabble challenge complete! I’ve been having fun with these, honestly. If anyone wants more on this one, just let me know! I hope you all enjoyed it!
Prompt:I Still See Your Ghost
Title:Hole In My Heart, In My Hand
Author:Keith
Fandom:South Park
Setting:Unspecified
Pairing:Fankid OC/Fankid OC
Characters:Fankid OC: Asher Rogers, Fankid OC: Aster Rogers
Genre:Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Rating:K
Chapters:1/1
Word Count:100
Type Of Work: Drabble, Part of the FicWip Drabble Challenge
Status:Complete
Warnings:Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Twincest, Incest, Sibling Incest
Disclaimer:I own both characters, this version of Ash is based on how @southxparkxafterxdark writes him.
Summary:Their separation had caused nothing but anxiety in both of them. Reuniting was the best medicine either had experienced.
AN:Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!
So, Asher and Aster have been OCs of mine for a long time, and I’ve shared Ash with both my husband and my friend Mel (SouthxParkxAfterxDark on Tumblr). On Tumblr, they’re currently having a rough time, feeling like they have to be away from each other for different reasons. This is a little bit of sweetness for them, because they seem to need it.
Hope you enjoy it!
Hole In My Heart, In My Hand
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It almost felt like it had been too damn long.
The second Ash’s skin brushed his, Aster’s rigidness melted away into some semblance of calm, and his eyelids fluttered shut. A breath he didn’t know he’d been holding for months finally exited through his nose, and he smiled softly, something of pure relief.
Asher’s heartrate had been erratic, even spastic as of late, but wrapping Ast’s hand in his seemed to return it to a resting beat. The grip on his chest and brain the anxiety and upset had had loosened, even shook free, and he closed his eyes.
“Missed you.”
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AN: Another little drabble challenge finished! I have been enjoying these to get me to kick into gear and write a little bit. I hope you guys enjoyed this!
Prompt:Your Hand In Mine
Title:Dead Sea Abyss
Author:Keith
Fandom:South Park
Setting:Henrietta’s Car
Pairing:Michael/Firkle Smith
Characters:Michael, Firkle Smith, Pete Thelman, Henrietta Biggle, Karen McCormick
Genre:Romance
Rating:K
Chapters:1/1
Word Count: 661
Type Of Work: One-Shot
Status:Complete
Warnings:Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Jealousy, Implied Michael/Pete Thelman, Smoking
Disclaimer:I don’t own anything.
Summary: Firkle never wanted to be perceived until he was ready for it.
AN:Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!
I really love doing longer fics, but I’m happy to be able to finish something smaller for once. I love these types of things, little vignettes, they’re one of my favorite things to write. I hope you enjoy it!
This is also my 100th South Park fic on Ao3, as well as the second fic I did for the FicWip Tiny Ship Fleet Fest! I’m proud of myself for getting there! After this fic is posted, there will be a few more that will come after, just some little short things.
Dead Sea Abyss
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It was the squeak, then steady thud thud thud of the windshield wipers that initially lifted Firkle’s head in the backseat. His breathing remained slow, shallow, not a sound out of him as he listened. The constant drumming of the rain pitter-pattering on the body of the sleek, black sedan they currently occupied drew a measured breath out of him, slow and reserved. A murmur of voices ahead of him told him that he must have been in the back with Michael and Karen, as he recognized the voices up front. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know that Henrietta was driving, and Pete was her co-pilot.
Their conversation was low, hushed whispers, undercut with the barely audible tones of A Reflection playing quietly from the speaker. Seventeen Seconds, huh? Pete was choosing the music, and they must have only justchanged the CD. While their words fell on deaf ears, only capable of registering the dripping of the rain and the occasional beat of the song, Firkle could almost imagine their conversation.
Except that his attention was stolen by a quiet cough to his left. The shift of his head was slight, hardly noticeable, as Firkle had trained himself from a young age to be nigh undetectable in everything he did. Silence in every movement, every breath, and every single thing he did was well-meant and measured. If he had to act quickly, the movements were decisive and meditated on as much as the situation would allow.
It wasn’t that he feared Michael knowing of his acknowledgment, much to the contrary. For a moment, the thought glazed his every movement that he might spook the older man rather than offer him comfort. After all, that was something he was fairly adept at, just in general; People didn’t expect him to move or be paying attention, or awake, and then he threw them for a loop.
Not Michael, though.
Michael had always been sensitive to him, attuned to him, knowing where he was and what he was doing most of the time. He could tell when Firkle was hiding in his room, knew there were eyes on him or a whisper of a breath beneath his bed. It comforted him to have his little gargoyle around, and he found that the most restful sleep that he could ever get was when Firkle was skulking around.
Even still, he opened his deep brown eyes, glancing over at the wide-eyed stare that the other offered him. A little, lop-sided smirk washed over his mouth, and Michael reached up and over to rub a hand through Firkle’s hair. Firkle cuddled in closer to him, unbuckling his seatbelt as quietly as he could to do so. Pete shot him a look over his shoulder, frowning and glaring before rolling his eyes. Firkle heard Henrietta’s quiet ‘leave it’, and Pete whipped back around, no doubt pouting as he began to speak again.
“Are you alright, Theron?” Michael questioned quietly, sluggishly moving to hold the younger goth against his side, cradling him there.
“You coughed,” Firkle replied softly, shrugging a little. The rain picked up around them, and the loud scraping of the windshield wipers followed suit, causing both men to glance up, “I wasn’t sure if you were alright.”
“I did…?” Michael must have been too deeply asleep to have noticed, “I’m okay.” He murmured, kissing the top of Firkle’s head, “Throat’s a little raw, is all.”
The chainsmoking earlier probably hadn’t helped that. Firkle nodded against his chest, curling into him as he closed his eyes again. Every drop of water just made him more sleepy, and he breathed deep, held his breath for a moment, and let it out slowly.
“You should rest some more.” Michael told him gently, kissing his head once more, “I’ll likely join you.”
“Mm, if you’re sure…” Both of them were comfortable enough, even in the cramped backseat of Henrietta’s car, to fall back into sleep. Michael breathed a soft sigh as he drifted, and Firkle draped his arm against the other’s stomach and lap, a dreamless sleep waiting on him to simply close his eyes.
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AN:I just really wanted to write something rainy and sweet, because I enjoy the rain and I enjoy Michael/Firkle a lot. I hope you guys enjoyed it, I know I did!
you’re the only place awake for miles
Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak
Craig Tucker/Thomas (Le Petit Tourette) - past
Summary: Craig’s not gonna think about him, he’s totally not. He just wants his sweatshirt back.
Read the drabble at this link!
Note: The author of this piece reached out to me because they did not have a tumblr account to post this on, so I am posting on their behalf.
It makes me sad that we spend much of this work feeling Craig’s heartbreak, but there’s also a sense within it of going through all the stages of his emotions that I really love. I liked having Tweek there too, and he provided some interesting dialogue, particularly his messed up text messages. Thank you (from afar) for writing!
Today’s prompt is: Ex
How fucking dare he, Tweek of all people, tell him how to parent?
ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14765684/chapters/34179495
Woah, this packed a punch. Very intense, and sad, subject matter, but it made for a story that felt visceral and real. Your understanding of Craig is well thought out, and I like that I could put together many things about his past and his life with the little clues you gave. Ultimately, I just feel so badly for the struggles Craig has endured, and hope that maybe the end of this is hopeful after all. Thank you so much for writing!
Today’s prompt is: Ex
Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak
Summary: So, Craig took his polaroid out, spoke as a mist among only mist, twelve years ago. He thought he snapped it up in time. He thought he had tricked God, and tomorrow, too, because this was a good place to keep, once, and he didn’t want it to vanish.
Read the drabble at this link!
Note: The author of this piece reached out to me because they did not have a tumblr account to post this on, so I am posting on their behalf.
This piece was a really lovely work that took a story and turned it into poetry. I enjoyed the repeating phrases and ideas, and the way that the language took on Craig’s mind in its own unique way. Even though this was largely introspective, I also enjoyed the characterization of Tweek, who was zany and a little out there but determined to help in a way that proved charming. Thank you for participating, even without a tumblr to do so!
Today’s prompt is: Photograph
This is my second entry to @blame-canada‘s@spdrabblebomb for the Photograph prompt! In this drabble, Wendy helps Clyde by taking him out on a get-along (or a date) to help lift his spirits up. It has a special memoir for him on the end as well!
This is also a gift fanfic for @the-trash-of-society!
Words: 2139
“Clyde, if you ever feel down, please look at this picture okay?”
Its a sad day yet again for Clyde. He is once again all alone in the school grounds, sad and lonely. He didn’t like that sad atmosphere he’s experiencing right now due to the fact he can’t find anyone to get along with for the day. Most of Craig’s gang are busy in a group with the other folks he got used to be with also had things to do. He needed some company to fill up that empty space he has right now.
I appreciate when people make Wendy a more sympathetic character, especially when it seems she’s not always given the chance in fanfiction! She was so sweet to Clyde and it made for a nice and comfortable dynamic. I would hope they would make a good couple, for Wendy being a caring person for Clyde to come to and vice-versa. Thank you for sharing!
Today’s prompt is: Photograph
This is for the Prompt Decade for the @spdrabblebomb Heidi Left South Park for bigger and better things. To become someone who makes a difference. A lot can change in ten years, but for Heidi the only thing that seemed to change was her scenery.
If Tumblr reading ain’t yout thing here’s the link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/13824321/chapters/34209083
It’s true what they say. As you grow older time passes by in the blink of an eye. Years feel like months, months like weeks, weeks like days, and so on and so on.
The thing they don’t tell you is how fast things change in those times. People can go from sneaking out of their parents house and going to sit at the park with their friends to being parents of their own unruly children. Once rebellious leaders of the school become nothing more than a desk jockey for a boring job, and the people who were sure to be failures become successful.The cynical become kind, the kind, cynical.
Friends that you were once inseparable from become nothing more than a fond memory that only passes by for a brief moment before going back into the shadows of the past.
In other words, being a decade out of high school fucking sucks. At least it did for Heidi. Leaving South Park shortly after high school she planned for bigger and better things. To become a leader for girls in abusive relationships, an advocate for people without a voice. None of that, however, happened for her.Making a difference was a lot harder than making a change.
Oh, Heidi! I really like the direction you took with her character and her drive. I think it’s something a lot of people can relate to that they look at the fact that 10 years has passed and they don’t feel that they’ve amounted to anything. But even just this drabble shows how untrue it is! I appreciated the happier ending, and it was a nice and warm feeling. Thank you for writing!
Today’s prompt is: Decade
This is my entry to @blame-canada‘s@spdrabblebomb - Decade prompt! I also wanted to thank @rect-boo for the inspiration on this drabble, and @krmr-rkgk for they wanted more Stenny! Enjoy you guys!
Words: 1527
Title: “Tracing Roots”
“We’ve grown to such a great family, Stan. Couldn’t have done it without you.”
It has been 10 years after Kenny decided to leave his parents’ house with Karen and Kevin on-check after the mentioned parents, Stuart and Carol, got arrested for a major crime. Because of this, they were left behind and without something to stay on, they needed help.. fast. Kenny, out of desperation, managed to talk to someone who can help. That person is none other than Stan Marsh and when he visited his house (they were 15 years old), Kenny wanted to start a new family. He wanted to start over the right way.
I love reflection pieces, because I love to see all the different ideas people come up with to fill in the past of their characters. This one was sad because of how young they were, but I’m glad it had a happy ending! Making Karen an artist was a very cute touch and a nice idea I hadn’t considered before. Thank you for writing!
Today’s prompt is: Decade
Hello guys! Wrote another Halfway-verse drabble for the South Park Drabble Bomb, this time for the May 2018 prompt “Decade.” Hope you enjoy! You can read it on AO3 here.
My Book of Memories - by Tweek Tucker, 2017
Craig:
The contents of this book are for me more than anything, but I’m sure that you’ll like it once I’m long gone and unable to protest. :P It’s important to me that I don’t forget the most important parts of my life, and it happens to be that you make up most of them. I’m sure you’re pretty smug about that.I know it’s probably weird to address this to you when I’m still alive and I don’t know when my time will come, but it just feels right. Hopefully you’ll be able to read these someday and smile. I just want you to keep smiling.
I love you,
Tweek, forever your sunshiny star ✰Summer, 2017 (Present Day)
We were asked to write about where we saw ourselves in 10 years one day, in English class. It was a pretty typical assignment, really. Something everybody does at some point. Everyone is asked where they see their future going, and in my opinion, that question puts way too much pressure on a child still going through high school! High school is bad enough!
Anyway- I had been dating Craig for maybe a month when this assignment came about. Obviously, that meant that I was newly in very intense, very dreamy, sloppy, sappy love with him. The honeymoon period, it’s called. I still remember how crazy I felt, for how much I really loved him when I had only just started dating him, but I didn’t want to deny myself the happy butterflies that came with it, so I didn’t. It was so quick that we flipped the switch from ‘best friends’ to ‘boyfriends’ and so was the switch that clicked the rest of my desired future together.
Hello everyone! My own submission for today. Thank you for reading!
Today’s prompt is: Decade
Remember, fear is in no way truthful.
Tweek and Craig’s relationship through post-it notes and texts.
ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14765684/chapters/34252124
I am TERRIBLY late to this, so my sincere apologies! I enjoyed this format- it was an interesting format to telling a story and I liked that it was something different! Their notes are heartfelt and sweet and I love the little bits of their life that you showed between the lines. Thank you for writing!
Today’s prompt is: Letter
In fifteen minutes, Craig had watched his whole life die.
This is a drabble for Quarter Rests, which is my side project detailing small scenes from within the Halfway universe that either lead up to or fall between the cracks of the present time in that fanfiction. It was written using the prompt “Memory” for the May 2018 South Park Drabble Bomb. This one should prove self-explanatory, but this drabble won’t make a lot of sense without knowing the source. Read Halfway here, and read this chapter of Quarter Rests here on AO3. Enjoy!
The rush to the hospital had taken too long. South Park had been reduced to exactly one ambulance, and there was no way to get around that it could only hold one bed. They’d taken Richard first, who had already fallen unconscious, with a hysterical Helen by his side. Craig stayed with Tweek, and if it hadn’t been an indicator that Tweek would survive the night, some of him wished he hadn’t taken so long to pass out too.
“Where’s Dad,” Tweek mumbled, getting woozier by the moment, and he blinked his eyes very slowly. They were glossy and dilated, and his entire body was burning up. Craig had him in an armchair and was on his knees in front of him, having taken both his arms in his own. He gripped Tweek’s forearms tightly. Tweek’s hands were trembling in his lap.
“They took him to the hospital baby, he’s okay,” Craig said, his voice hushed and soft and hurried. His heart was racing, his lungs collapsing, his mind gone blank except for the determination that he had to keep Tweek in the present, right now, and he had no time to waste otherwise. “They’re taking care of him. They’re coming for you too, okay? They’re gonna make you better baby, I promise-”
Hey guys, this is my own submission for today! Thank you for all your support, and I hope you’ve been enjoying the prompts and lovely works being shared!
Today’s prompt is: Memory
Craig’s trying to keep it together, he really is.
This is sort of a prequel to my previous drabble, ex.
ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14765684/chapters/34217919
The piece for Ex was moving in its execution and this is a lot more of the same! There were several stand-out lines that I appreciated that really emphasized just how much Craig is struggling to be a new, single parent, but that he still wants to make it happen for the baby’s sake. His love for her is genuine and very sweet. I appreciate that this isn’t the perfect happy ending to parenthood for them, to subvert a lot of popular tropes. Thank you for writing!
Today’s prompt is:Memory
Halfway: Chapter XV
Craig and Kenny make a shocking discovery in the guard tower, and last-minute plans are made out of desperation.
We’re at the final stretch lads. I’ve been nervous to wrap this up just because it’s been such a huge part of my life and the ending is probably not going to please everyone- I have decided I need to just post anyway and go with my gut! I hope you like what my gut has to offer.
(Heed the fic tags. You’ve been warned.)
Kenny met up with him a few blocks away from his house, the truck rumbling as quietly as it could manage in the late twilight that blanketed them in magenta. “We’re gonna leave the truck behind us, else the engine’ll alert ‘em right away,” he explained, which Craig agreed with after some thought. Making a quick getaway would be more difficult on foot, but perhaps they could manage. Hopefully his lack of exercise and proper nutrition would miraculously subside, when faced with certain death otherwise.
By the time they made it to the base of the hill which raised the makeshift border above them, it was nearly completely dark. There was just enough light for Craig to make everything out, but also just enough darkness to make it difficult to do so. It was the perfect condition for attempting to sneak around without night vision. Then, Kenny reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a small firecracker.
The implications hit Craig slowly. He smacked at Kenny’s arm before words could reach him. “Don’t fucking do it, dumbass,” he hissed, “you’ll get yourself killed.”
“Do you know a better fuckin’ option?” Kenny challenged, his brow furrowed and his eyes scarier than Craig had noticed prior. There was almost a glow to them, something strange and ultraviolet and menacing that had him cringing beyond his control.
“Just be careful,” he offered weakly, and Kenny nodded, once.
