#fetchricks

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Fetch Phillips Archives Series - Luke Arnold Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4850 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fetch Phillips/Dr. Loq, Eliah Hendricks/Dr. Exina, Fetch Phillips/Eliah Hendricks, Fetch Phillips/Amarita Quay (mentioned) Additional Tags: DMIAD chap 58 missing scene, Touch-starved Fetch, Pining, Repression, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Monster Anatomy, Loq has a werewolf dick, knotting technically?, sex by proxy, Voyeurism, Coming In Pants, canon-typical descriptions of violence, the terrible inside of Fetch’s head

Summary:

"Usually after something like what happened at the factory I’d chomp down half a pack of heavy duty Clayfields, then drink til I couldn’t see straight. That potent mix of drugs and alcohol was enough to drown out whatever horrors I had witnessed until I passed out, cocooned in my dirty comforter. I quickly downed the whiskey in my hand and the Dwarf assistant went to get me another, but it barely made a dent. I found myself seeking a different type of comfort–a soft caress, a tender word. And while Loq was looking eager to provide, it wasn’t what I wanted. Who I wanted.

A pitiful part of me desperately wanted to abandon the Succubus on the low bed where she was currently petting my bare chest to instead trail after my mentor… and do what exactly? Throw myself into his arms? Beg him to come stroke my hair? It was a stupid train of thought, bordering on insane. But still the thing whimpered in my aching chest." -- In chapter 58 of Dead Man in a Ditch, there's a fade to black sex scene with Fetch/Loq and Hendricks/Exina respectively. This is me raising the curtain.

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Well hi there, I wrote a Sunderverse fic at long last! 

Featuring a Werewolf cock, sex by proxy, and a lot of classic Fetch angst. Props to the Sunder City book club discord server for helping to brainstorm some Key Elements of this one, mwah. 

I had four dreams in a row where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire. [...]

You are a fever I am learning to live with, and everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel.