#sp kylenny

[ferni-spart]

These are my pieces for @k2-fanzine I'm Soooo happy to have this opportunity to contribute with my art in this project ;;

[mr-palindrome]

Welcome To K2 Week 2023!

Day 3—Freedom / Confined

I took the theme too literally, but I think that's fine! ^^ plus, the actual k2 week 2023 account said we're free to mess with the themes all we want >:)

[rotomartsblog]

It’s a targeted attack on me that Matt and Trey aren’t doing more with Kyle and Kenny’s friendship now that they’re the only two left at the bus stop

[mimunya]

[chxxpers]

Pt. 1 of my @k2secretsanta gift for @catfrick !! Hope you have a wonderful holiday!

[asamlambung]

“約束しようふたりは ずっとこどものままで居よう.” - Reunion / Harumaki Gohan

.

K2 Week Day 7: Stars

[kiiexo]

decided to finally publish this thing

[herbietales]

k2 matching hoodies n cuddles

[kvsagi]

“When you tell me you wanna buy me anything

I’ll choose you

I wanna give you all of my heart

And tell you how I feel”

[tallemy]

Would Kenny weaponize his cold hands in a tickle fight? Yeah, he would absolutely do that. 

[rubienne]

from the latest chapter of Paperboy 

An ongoing K2 fanfic by Rumoris ( @tallemy)

______

Just a little something for them! 

[ferni-spart]

Doodles for @k2-fanzine <3

[tangerineparkas]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: South Park Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kyle Broflovski/Kenny McCormick Characters: Kyle Broflovski, Kenny McCormick, Stan Marsh, Leopold "Butters" Stotch, Eric Cartman Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), High School, Hanahaki Disease, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, dont worry its not a lot of angst, i promise this is better than the summary Summary:

Kyle glanced over and caught Kenny looking back at him, blue eyes glittering with mischief. Kyle looked away first.

(self indulgent hanahaki disease au written in honour of K2 week!!) * I Did Not Follow The Theme i am so sorry but I wanted to do something for k2 dskgljjgls

[rotomartsblog]

K2 week day 7: Free day

[mimunya]

[enbyvee]

     “Kyle,” Kenny says, lightly shaking him to keep his eyelids from fluttering shut, “Stay with me, okay? You need to stay awake.” The elf in question blinks slowly, not quite looking at him and clearly struggling to keep his eyes open, perhaps on some level knowing that falling asleep right now isn’t wise, even if he’s clearly not in his normal state of mind. The blood pooling around him probably has something to do with that, and it makes the Grey Warden curse softly because, yeah, shoving the potion in his hands down Kyle’s throat and making him drink it will close the wounds, but it wont bring back the blood that’s already been spilled.

     Fuck, he should’ve gotten to him sooner, but beating himself up over it now isn’t going to keep Kyle alive.

     He can worry about that once his lover is safe.

     He breathes, then places both of his hands on Kyle’s cheeks, trying to get the other to focus on him. 

     “Kyle. Listen to me,” Kenny says, pausing for a moment to be sure his words are registering, and there’s a subtle nod of Kyle’s head, urging him to continue, “I know you don’t like doing it, but you need to take blood from me right now, or you’re probably going to die.”

     Kenny is almost impressed by the fact that, even while Kyle is having to fight in order to stay conscious and listen to him, he still looks like he wants to protest.

     And on any other occasion, Kenny would have respected that Kyle doesn’t feel comfortable leeching off of his allies for his own sake. Kenny can’t say he would feel much better about doing it himself, if he had the same magical capabilities that Kyle has. But, right now, stopping the redhead from bleeding out is vastly more important to him than respecting his comfort zone, and he’s not willing to budge on this while Kyle is literally dying in front of him.

     “Kyle,” he says his name more firmly, urgently, “Please. You aren’t doing this against my will. I’m giving my blood to you because I want you to fucking live. Okay?”

     Kyle stares at him, or at least tries to, still not looking okay with it, but he ultimately breathes a resigned sigh, perhaps too exhausted to fight about this like he normally would have. (Kenny can’t even be relieved about this, because the elf has to be in pretty bad shape if he caves so quickly - the redhead is always prepared to argue about something he’s so adamant about, and taking blood from his friends for his own means is something he never has and never will be okay with, Kenny knows.)

     He glances down as Kyle lifts one hand slowly, shakily, managing to settle it upon Kenny’s arm.

     For a moment, nothing happens, and Kenny worries briefly that Kyle wont be able to perform his magic while so out of it, but he’s proven wrong a moment later when he feels a sudden sensation that makes him inhale sharply. It’s mostly out of surprise, not pain, at least at first, though it’s definitely not a comfortable feeling, having your blood drained from your veins. He supposes that he can understand why Kyle doesn’t really like doing it.

     Nonetheless, he shuts his eyes, enduring it, because he’ll give all the blood in his body and then some if it keeps Kyle alive.

     And just as soon as the odd feeling of having the life sapped from him begins, it stops, and Kenny looks at Kyle again, relief hitting him like an arrow to the heart whenever he sees his lover looking at him with much more clarity in his eyes. Thank the Maker and whatever Elven gods Kyle believes in. Still, did he take enough? There’s a lot of Kyle’s blood on the ground surrounding him and Kenny only feels a little dizzy, certainly not enough that he can’t think straight, and he regards the elf with a concerned frown. “Are you okay? Did you take enough?”

     “If I take too much from you, you wont be much better off than I was a second ago,” Kyle defends, hand falling from Kenny’s arm in favor of placing both palms flat on the ground and carefully sitting up, “And I don’t really want to resort to taking blood from corpses to make sure you don’t wind up dying. I took enough to keep me alive and close the wounds. I’ll be fine, Kenny.”