favorite TEE KAY fics!! i dont think i’ve ever recced specific character fics rather than a pairings, this is fun. okay this is more than five and nonexhaustive and the only thing i can guarantee is that TK is In These Fics but:
Joel is fucked, basically. As fucked as it’s possible for a frog to be, and that’s pretty frogging fucked.
Dive or Women Want Me, Fish Also Want Me | notthequiettype
"When someone says, 'Oh, hey, you want to finally come up and spearfish with me, by the way I'm a fish creature, is that going to be a problem' I guess you just expect, I don't know? Fins? Tentacles? Those teeth whales have so they can eat the little shrimp things?"
"Krill? You expected me to have baleen?"
"I don't know, I learned about whales when I was like, seven."
soaked | goodnightpuckbunny
Zhenya is curious. Now that he’s seen Sid at a vulnerable moment, he can’t get the image out of his mind.
anything by iaintafraidofnoghostbear, especially:
Bloom | iaintafraidofnoghostbear
Travis needs help to ... blossom.
Love?Struck | iaintafraidofnoghostbear
It’s obvious that Ivan’s interested in mating him, making slow circles around Shayne on the ice during practice and warmups.
Swamp Thang | al-the-remix (only_blue)
Sid took it as an excuse to let everything grow wild. His sprouts grew out along with the rest of his hair, and his little green spots had gone from barely noticeable to springing up all over his skin. It would take hours and more than a pair of tweezers if Zhenya had to groom him now. He was sort of excited by the idea; getting to investigate all these new, private places on Sid’s body.
Saltwater | sevenfists
The naiad moved in shortly after Sid finished his house, that first summer, a week after he filled the pool. He noticed some splashing one morning while he was eating breakfast, and when he went outside to investigate, she popped her head up out of the water, clung to the side of the pool, and hissed at him.
“Uh,” Sid said, still holding a slice of toast in one hand. Dew from the grass chilled his bare feet. “Are you—hi?”
Full | soixante
"I'm ready," Sid breathed out.
Behind him, Geno gave a soft chuckle, and then leaned down to nuzzle at his neck. "You think you ready."
i want a bad, bad romance | lotts (LottieAnna)
“You don’t get it, it’s…” Gabe bites his lip. “You probably wouldn’t believe me.”
Really, what does Gabe expect Tyson to say to that? Oh, I see, you’re dealing with something very strange and possibly monstrous, sounds exciting, I’ll leave you to it?
“Try me,” he says, crossing his arms.
love the innovation (that I accept) | goldenmagikarp
No one told Esa he had to give the rookies the Talk (feat. tentacle petting).
Patty didn’t mean to turn Kurtis to stone. That’s what TK’s trying to tell Wes when he drags him out of a pile of Devils by the scruff of the neck.
Or: Nolan has snakes for hair.
who gave you eyes like that (said you could keep them) | Japery
“What’s up, JT—” Gabe barely starts, gently pushing Zoey off from where she’s trying to nose at any remains of bacon grease on his hands.
“I think Mikko’s turned into a deer again.” Compher says, without preamble.
“Fortnite did it!” yells a voice, Josty, distant from the other end of the line. “Fortnite is evil and turned him into a deer, Landy!”
baby, kiss it better | coastalhighway
Meeting TK is like a punch to the gut. A shock to Nolan’s system, a burst of adrenaline during the proverbial third period.
Human Nature | Ferritin4
“What now?” Lu says. “Wait, let me guess.”
“No,” Eddie says. He jiggles the door in its frame.
“Is it stuck open?” Lu says. “Do you have any idea how to fix it?”
“Yes,” Eddie says, “call a, a hantlangare, like a, you know.”
“Uh, no,” Lu says. “I don’t speak mythological deer.”
The door is fucking immobile. Eddie is either seven hundred years old or twenty-eight years old and whichever way he has it he’s still losing a battle to a goddamned patio door.
“Do you want me to open it?” Lu asks, just a touch, oh, just a touch of magic in the timbre of his words.
Just What Was Rumpelstiltskin Expecting to Do with a Baby, Anyway? | withershins
Turning to a witch to save a loved one's life is one of the riskier gambles a person can take, but it's one that's arguably noble and brave. Falling in love with the witch, though—now that's just foolish.
Volantes is a city full of great witches, but Travis isn’t one of them. Not yet.
It should be fine. He’s young, still. Good at magic, for the most part. He has a lot of years left before it fades and disappears, so why does it feel like he’s going in circles and getting nowhere? Why is it so difficult when it seems so effortless for Oskar, for Carter, for everyone else around him? Why does it hurt?
And what the hell is that Patrick guy’s problem?
Good Friend Alex | WeagleRock
Nicke was already going to die a slow, painful death for the love of a faerie.
He'd have to be the world's stupidest person to turn around and fall for a troll.
A Prince's Worth | StormDancer
Once upon a time, there was a honorable knight (pretty handsome too), who slew a dragon (which really people should care about more), and returned home to save the prince (his prince) from a loveless marriage, by great feats of strength and valor (mostly without help. Well, some without help), all for the honor of the prince (for honor. Sure).
The Woman In Blue | Ferritin4
Nicklas had been going to visit demons ever since he had taken his vows at nineteen, two weeks after his mother had opened her eyes one cold winter morning and seen the face of God. She had been dreaming of Him for months, and then, finally, like the sun rising, she had woken to meet the Lord Himself. Nicklas had woken an hour later to find his mother standing outside, her hands raised to the sky and the trees around her bowed down like courtiers in the presence of a king.
It had been a formative experience.
Nicklas could not make the oaks kneel, but he could talk to God as well as the next man, and if he brought up the right topics, God had a way of listening.
Sasha had been going to visit demons ever since Nicklas had found him with claws and in chains so long ago, and if God did not listen to him, it was not for lack of encouragement to the Lord on Nicklas’s part.
Era of Gods | CatchAsCatchCan
Patty leans forward, grabbing Travis’ collar and dragging him forward over the table so that he can furiously whisper directly in his face. “You want to kidnap the Highprince?”
Travis, with his limited mobility, nods.
Patty lets him go and pushes him back across the table. “No way. That’s a death wish, even for me.”
“Don’t think so highly of yourself there, buddy.”
Or, rival thieves Travis and Nolan kidnap a magical prince. It goes poorly.
It’s a beauty of a shot, beats the goalie clean and when they swarm him at the glass for a celly Patty swipes his thumb across TK’s mouth. Shayne laughs, grips TK’s chin in his hand and shakes a little.
“’Atta boy, Teeks.”
won't you cover me like full eclipse | arzoensis
The Raff thing never fails. Travis would know.
break my bones | anonymous
Nolan’s been here enough times that he heads straight to the counter. He does a double-take when he sees the new barista, then immediately kicks himself for being obvious.
It takes a surprising amount of concentration to order coffee while acting like he's never gotten off to videos of the guy getting fucked to within an inch of his life.
private show | anonymous
Patty knows what TK and Raff get up to on the road.
The Glove Only Comes Off at Night | Jongley
“Strap on,” TK says, voice full of awe, and they all look blankly at each other for a second before the tension snaps and Kevin starts laughing.
“Good one, Johnny Storm,” she says, and reaches out a hand for a high five. TK grins as he smacks his palm against hers.
Patty rolls her eyes at their antics, but there’s the hint of a smile in the corners of her mouth.
“So,” Kevin prompts, clearing her throat, “how are we gonna do this?”
TK and Patty both blink at her, heads empty, no thots.
bonus self-rec:
closer to me baby i won't bite | callabang
On the bed, TK is squirming. Par for the fuckin’ course with this kid, Kevin thinks.
TK hadn’t heard from Nolan in three and a half years, but when he got done listening to the voicemail, he was on his phone buying plane tickets in the next breath.
kinda like that this ends in smoke | darlingjustdont
A lot of power comes with a lot of responsibility, and Nolan has a hell of a lot of power. Luckily, TK is there to help him through it.
Wings of Wax | StormDancer
The fact of the matter is, Tyson isn't the hero of his story.
Gabe might be the hero of Tyson’s story. If you asked him five years ago, Tyson would have blushed and stammered and said that no, of course not, Gabe is not the hero of his story, what are you talking about?
Now—now Tyson is older. Now, Tyson knows that Gabe might be the hero of his own story, but in Tyson’s—he might be the protagonist, but Tyson’s not sure who the hero is. He’s pretty sure there isn’t one. He’s pretty sure the hero died in a fire four years ago, and he knows who killed him.