Title: Into The Ocean

Author: Keith

Fandom: South Park

Setting: Ruby Beach, Olympic National Park

Pairing: Michael/Firkle Smith, Fankid OC/Fankid OC

Characters: Michael, Firkle Smith, Fankid OC: Asher Rogers, Fankid OC: Aster Rogers, Fankid OC: Marina Rogers, Fankid OC: Celina Rogers

Genre: Supernatural/Spiritual/Romance

Rating: T

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 927

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Part One of the Writer's Month 2022 Collection

Status: Compete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, WLW, Yuri, Femslash, Lesbian, Incest, Twincest, Sibling Incest, Age Gaps, Michael is 10 years older than Firkle, Michael is 41, Firkle is 31, Asher and Aster are 15, Marina and Celina are 14, Drowning Mention, Religion, Cult of Cthulhu, Witchcraft

Disclaimer: I own Aster, Marina, and Asher, though Ash is based on how he is portrayed by my friend Mel (SouthxParkxAfterxDark on Tumblr). She owns Celina.

Summary: Michael knew going to the beach would be stressful, but he didn't consider this.

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 Tumblr/Twitter!

I'm trying to do Writer's Month this month and to keep myself working on these to hopefully get all of them done, I'm going to aim for 1,000 words or less.

At any rate, I have several stories plotted out that involve some of my fankids for this event, and I'm kind of excited to get to write them more. I can't help it, they're really fun characters. I also adore writing Michael and Firkle so much, they get me through writer's block really well.

I will not tolerate comments that are hateful or rude about the age gaps and incest. If you do not like it, do not read this. It is so easy to look at the tags and decide that this isn't for you. Curate your own experience online and don't make it my problem.

I hope you enjoy this!

Into The Ocean

Michael had figured that taking a family of nearly ocean-dwelling beings to the beach would be a bit of an ordeal, but he couldn't say he'd expected all of this. Marina and Celina had run off immediately, heading towards a rocky outcrop where he was sure they would get up to shenanigans. Asher had followed Aster to the waterline before grabbing him and pulling him in for a kiss.

It looked like everyone was going to get laid, except for him, maybe.

Firkle had sat under the black and purple striped umbrella they brought with them, on the large skeleton print towel, and promptly began to pray. He was proudly showing off his chest, with the mastectomy scars framed by the nipple rings he wore, chains dangling down against his skin. With his hands folded in his lap, he sat with his ass on his ankles, his head down as he mumbled the words. Michael could make out the words 'Elder Gods' and 'shall be,' though he knew the prayer by heart and could recite it with him if he so chose to.

Settling beside him, Michael rose an eyebrow when Firkle's head finally lifted again. The younger man glanced out at the cloudy sky above them, enjoying the brisk breeze blowing through their resting spot for a moment in silence. Being near Michael, near the ocean with Michael, brought him a kind of peace he couldn't describe. Everything felt like it fit into place suddenly, and he absently scooted closer until their arms touched, his head coming to rest on Michael's shoulder.

"Everything alright, Theron?" Michael's query was gentle, quiet so as not to disturb the comfortable silence around them. Firkle looked so serene he hoped not to shatter his good mood. Much as he didn't smile, there was something about the way he sat there that left Michael just sensing the joy wafting from his every pore.

"Mhm…" Firkle nearly purred, his large eyes closed for once as he relished in the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, "I feel at peace here."

"I'm glad I could offer you respite, then." Michael murmured, leaning over to kiss the crown of his lover's head, "You look like the world has been lifted from your shoulders."

"I feel that way, I think. It feels right to be here, and I'm enjoying being wrapped in you by the sea a lot." Firkle admitted with one of his imprisoned smiles, a flash of his lips curling upwards before he squashed it down, "Thank you. This trip is going to be good for all of us." He could just feel it.

"I'm honestly glad to hear it. I thought we were going to lose it having to share hotel rooms like we did." They'd driven from South Park to this beach in Washington state, and the two sets of twins had been rather vocal about having to share a bed together, lest they share with their parents. Neither of the pairs were comfortable with separating, so there had been four per bed several times during their trip.

Asher and Aster had shared with their parents more than Marina and Celina and had no trouble cuddling up to them like they had when they were babies. There had even been a couple of times that all six of them had crammed themselves into one bed just to feel closer to each other.

The girls likely wouldn't admit to it, but they'd enjoyed the cuddle pile as much as everyone else had.

"At the very least, I think the twins will–"

"Mom!" Ash's voice suddenly called from the water, and Firkle sat bolt upright, "Ast hasn't come up for a while and I can't find him!"

Well, shit. Aster, as accident-prone as he was, likely wasn't injured, but he could be lost. After a second's debate, Firkle rose to his feet and discarded his slip-on shoes.

"I'll get him, don't worry." He waited to speak until he was beside his son in the water, patting his shoulder as he walked by. Michael watched him effortlessly dive beneath the surface, his heart clenching in his chest. While he figured they would both be okay, he simultaneously felt it was too much to hope for.

It wasn't for fifteen minutes that Firkle and Aster surfaced again, and Asher jumped at the chance to get a hold of his brother, to touch him, make sure he was alright. Michael was right behind him, pulling Firkle close enough to crush them both into one being. He'd entered the water after five minutes, waiting helpless and hopeless with his son as they watched the water where their lovers had disappeared like it might bite them. Soft whispers of 'thank Satan' and 'I'm glad you're okay' were mirrored between both pairs, and Asher kissed his brother's cheek.

"Dad!" Marina called from the shore, her chest heaving in the blue and black striped bikini she wore, "Celina's gone under!"

"Hell's gates," Michael sighed, "The lot of you are going to kill me."

"I've got it, Animus, don't worry." Firkle gave a breathless laugh, shaking his head, "We can hold our breath much longer than most people. We'll be fine."

"I know, but it doesn't stop me from worrying." Carding his hand through Firkle's wet hair, Michael shook his head, "You'd best go get our daughter before Marina loses her shit."

"I'm on it." Firkle was already swimming back towards the shore as he spoke, ready to follow his daughter to the place where her sister had disappeared.

AN: For five people that worship Cthulhu, two of which being his vessels on Earth, I figured that a beach trip would be both great and terrible for them. Michael is going to have a heart attack one of these days.

Prompt: setting: beach episode

TRANSLATIONS

Theron - Wild, Untamed

Animus - Mind, Heart, Affections, Purpose, Feeling