Radio Silence || Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || Teen, Warning for Violence || 17k
Crossover, Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Human, Post-Zombie Apocalypse, Cordyceps Fungus (The Last of Us), parasocial relationships, Isolation, Radio, Survival Horror, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Loves Hob Gadling, Traumatized Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, BAMF Hob Gadling, POV Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus is Bad at Feelings, What's the tag for when one character is slowly going insane in the woods, and the other character is trapped in a library with a zombie, Rescue Missions, Pining
Ten years ago, the world ended all at once. It ended in flour. In rye. In the sound of pancake mix being opened in the morning, and the beep of the rice cooker, and the scent of fresh bread.
And on the afternoon of June 13th, 2013, former novelist Dream Endeles finds a still-working portable radio and intercepts a distress call.
[Radio Silence on AO3] for the @dreamlingbingo square E1 - Trapped in the Frequency!
Look I was knee deep into Cecilos back in the day. You tell me "someone falls in love with a voice on the radio and gets a little parasocial about it" and I'm already foaming at the mouth and hitting "kudos."
But what a GOOD FIC. The prose is absolutely stunning! While reading this I was constantly going "Wow, I should take more care with my prose. I should give my scenes a little more attention. I should be a little more descriptive." That's how delicious some of it was---scenic descriptions that inspire.
If you have any knowledge on The Last of Us, it's a nice little bonus but it's not necessary. Moorishflower does an excellent job of establishing the world, its monsters, its rules, and its stakes without bogging you down in the minutiae of details and without leaving the readers feeling lost. The characterizations of Dream and Hob are also very well done, right down to Hob's endless (ha) optimism and Dream's absolute disgust at the implication that he needs friends lol.
Very sweet at times, very suspenseful at times (really, my heart was hammering during the library scene), and very well-written. Give it a go!
In one universe John Dee breaks the Ruby and releases Dream's power. In another he breaks the Ruby and breaks Dream, literally, in two. And one Robert Gadling finds himself playing the amused, confused and rather concerned host to a Daydream who finds himself free of his melancholy for the first time in millennia, and is ready to share his new found Reality Warping Disney Musical Powers with the world. Meanwhile both a bespectacled nightmare and Nightmare himself are on a race to get to Daydream first, and John Dee is still twiddling his mad toes in the depths of the Dreaming. In other words the Dreamling Enchanted AU is now a fic!
Chapters: 7/15
Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling
Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, Hob Gadling, John Dee, The Corinthian (Sandman), Modern Johanna Constantine (The Sandman TV), Matthew the Raven
Additional Tags: Split personality literally, Inspired by Enchanted (Disney Movies), Nightmares, Daydreams, musical numbers, Ballroom Dancing, Fluff, Disney Parody, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, disassociative episode, The Corinthian is His Own Warning (The Sandman)
Words: 27,158 (as of 2/11/23)
I generally try to make a habit of only posting completed works because it saves me the hassle of having to go in and update as the fic updates, but By God Do I Love This Fic.
It’s just very silly and charming and a good dose of just the right amount of crack-y that it’s EXCELLENT. The way that Ibrithir categorizes both Daydream and Nightmare actually aligns very well with Dream in canon, imho. Both are equally balanced out by fear and hope and aren’t just completely going off the rails. Because of that, they both still read like Dream the character, if only an ooc Dream (which is the entire point), and not like someone’s original character that they just slapped the Dream of the Endless label on.
Basically I’m saying that they pulled off the near-impossible of making this believable lol
Aside from all of that: it’s a very fun fic! The stakes still remain high despite its lighthearted tone, but it doesn’t bog you down with any sort of grim dark/split personality tropes, which again I think is helped by the fact that both Daydream and Nightmare are two separate bodies. Ibrithir also does a great job of setting things up and foreshadowing, and I’ve got several theories about what’s about to happen lol (I feel like Daydream is going to [REDACTED] because of [REDACTED]’s comment about [REDACTED] and Hob’s going to have to [REDACTED].) Feel free to drop by my inbox/messages and share your theories too, lol.
Dr. Talis can't hold his liquor, but sometimes a looser tongue works in ones favor.
I almost didn't cross-post this one but just throwing up a link to ao3 isn't as satisfying.
Written for the JayVik gift exchange on twitter! Should I post a link on twitter? I never post on twitter The prompt was a holiday party in a doctors au, with some fashion inspiration taken from the giftee's very cute art, though I can't resist a get-together fic so not a lot of that dynamic showed through...
TAGLIST: T rated; JayVik; Doctor AU; alcohol ment.;
ao3 link
Office parties aren’t really Viktor’s scene.
Well, office party doesn’t exactly describe what this is, he concedes to himself, eyes skimming over the milling crowd. The hospital has rented a venue, and everyone is dressed slightly nicer than usual; though, with usual being scrubs for a lot of them, that’s not a hard bar to surpass. It means he had to dress up as well, though, with his messy hair brushed for once and pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his skull. He’s gotten out of the habit of wearing a tie since he became the head of his department, and it’s already feeling tight across his trachea.
His cane taps across the annoyingly fancy tile floor as he crosses to the bar, his annoyingly fancy shoes tapping alongside it. He dreams of being back in his office in tennis shoes and a white coat. He almost feels a little naked without it. At least there isn’t a cash bar this year -- the least Piltover General can do for its staff is swing for a few drinks to take the tension off.
“A Tom Collins, please”, he says to the man tending the bar, leaning against it to take some pressure off his leg. It’ll be a long night of standing around until he’s been here long enough to politely leave. He wouldn’t have come at all if not for Sky, the newest doctor in his department. She’s a sweet girl fresh off her residency, and when she asked if he was attending with those big puppy-dog eyes, he couldn’t help but agree to accompany her. She’s grown on him a surprising amount for the brief time she’s worked under him, no doubt in part due to the fact that she seems to think he’s a genius who built the hospital’s orthopedic department from the ground up.
Well, more accurately, she knows he’s a genius. He also pulled the orthopedic department up from the dregs it was in when he was hired, which is basically building it from the ground up, so she’s right on both points. She’s a smart girl.
When the bartender returns with his drink, Viktor takes it with a nod of thanks, pushing off the bar to make room for Sky to order. He recognizes most of the doctors here, but most of them don’t like him much, and he rather prefers it that way. They’re mostly dull, and exceptionally shallow. They don’t look at the bigger picture -- anything outside of their specialty is not just a mystery to them, but they seem to think it entirely unimportant altogether. They’ve all got medical degrees, but he questions if some of them could pass high school with the critical thinking they exhibit. Yet somehow, they all think they’re the smartest one in the room.
Well, Viktor also thinks he’s the smartest one in the room, but he’s at least right.
Sky joins him with a martini glass between her fingers, which Viktor idly notices are painted a night-sky blue to match the color of her shimmery knee-length dress. It looks nice, but he’s not really sure how to compliment girls on their nail polish coordination, so he doesn’t.
“So,” she says, voice low and conspiratorial, “give me the who’s who.”
Viktor hums. “Well, I suppose we should start at the top.” He gestures with his glass towards one of the taller women in the room, with an icy glare and salt-and-pepper hair that falls to her waist. She looks as dapper as ever in a white pants suit and a cane of her own, though Viktor has doubted for years that it serves the purpose of a cane, since she never seems to be putting any weight on it. Maybe it’s got some other purpose. He doesn’t have enough proof to share this particular theory with anyone, but he’s always watching.
She’s nodding stoically in a conversation with a woman a few inches shorter, who’s draped in gold and white from the jewels in her curly black hair to the tips of her high heels. “Doctor Glasc and Mel Madarda, the two main investors of the hospital. The former a pharmacist, the latter bringing all the business sense to the equation.”
“They’re both beautiful,” Sky comments. Viktor hums.
“They hold basically all the power in the hospital. If they say jump, the only correct answer is to apologize that you didn’t think to jump beforehand. Now, do you see the almost comically short man approaching them?”
Sky makes a face at the description. “I think I see who you mean, yeah.”
“That’s Professor Heimerdinger.”
“The director of the hospital?”
Viktor nods. He’s not sure if her surprise is that he’s here at all, or that he looks like that -- everyone knows his name, from emails and paperwork and administrative nonsense, but if you’ve only ever read his writing one wouldn’t assume that he’s barely 5 feet tall, with hair and a beard so wild it’s questionable if there’s a man in there at all. “I think some of his cousins or something work in different parts of the building as well. They all have a similarly... eccentric style. And stature.”
“Should you be talking about the director of the hospital like that?”
Viktor shrugs. It’s not like anyone can hear them. He gives a little wave for Sky to follow as he picks his way across the room towards the hor d’oeuvres.
“As far as I know, everyone else here should just be a doctor from some department or another. I’m not sure who you know and who you don’t, so just... tell me who you want to know more about?”
He picks up something skewered on a toothpick and scrutinizes it while Sky scans the room of people herself. It looks like a scallop, wrapped in bacon. A hospital event should probably not be serving shellfish, with how common an allergen it is, but these parties are mostly for show anyway, as far as Viktor figures. It’s not one of his own sensitivities, so he pops it in his mouth and picks up another.
“Are the other department heads here?” Sky asks, startling him a bit. He’d almost forgotten she was there already. In his defense, all he’s eaten today has been... Maybe some oatmeal in the morning? It’s been a while since then.
Turning towards the crowd again, he uses his now-empty toothpick to point. “Most of them are not, but there are a few.” It takes him a few moments to pick each face from the crowd, but Viktor successfully goes down the list of departments, giving Sky the names and pointing at them if they attended the party. He counts them out on his fingers, to avoid forgetting any.
As he gets to the end of the list falling one short, he pokes at his pinky with the toothpick, thinking. “Oh, Emergency is the last one. Sometimes I forget they’re a department, because I try not to go down there. The head of ER retired earlier this year, but the acting head and, if hospital gossip is to be trusted, likely replacement is...”
Almost as if on cue, a laugh carries across the room, above the quiet and inoffensive non-denominational holiday music that’s been playing all evening. Viktor feels his eyebrow twitch as he points to its source. “Dr. Talis.”
He is, as always, surrounded by people who are utterly charmed by whatever he’s saying. He’s in a white suit jacket with a dark vest underneath, paired with a bow tie and a red flower tucked into the breast pocket. One of the female doctors has a hand on the crook of his elbow as she laughs along with him, leaning forward in a way that’s probably meant to give him a flirtatious eyeful of her low-cut dress, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Oh, wow,” Viktor hears Sky gasp, and he rolls his eyes.
“You might have seen him before, he’s a bit hard to recognize when he doesn’t have on scrubs covered in little rainbow rubber duckies.”
Sky seems too distracted to hear his scathing commentary, so Viktor goes back to surveying the overpriced finger-foods, wondering if they plan to serve a meal at this party or if it’s more of a cocktails-and-snacks affair.
----
Sky, it turns out, is a much more gifted conversationalist than Viktor is.
Not that that’s saying much. Some people would say a rabid raccoon is a more gifted conversationalist than Viktor is.
Either way, Viktor finds himself riding Sky’s coattails very quickly once they integrate themselves with the crowd. She’s polite, and respectful, and good at getting people talking. Viktor stands beside her and nods like he’s listening, but the conversations are mostly about who’s getting married or going on an international vacation or summering on someone’s yacht.
After a few hours of this, Viktor feels justified in peeling away from the group, which seems to be moving and shifting around Sky at its center. She’d said she came to network, after all. He had no idea she’d be so good at it.
Back on the outskirts of the party, Viktor can see the attendance has thinned out a bit. Those who came to schmooze are still doing so, but anyone who came just to make an appearance or to get some of the free booze has already taken their leave. The party has been going on long enough that the hor d’oeuvres are mostly depleted, and most everyone still there has at least two or three drinks in their system.
He’ll have one more drink, Viktor decides. He’ll give Sky some time to make sure she’s comfortable flying on her own, enjoy one last cocktail, and then call a cab home. There’s a scientific journal he hasn’t had time to read for about a week, and it and his fuzzy slippers are calling his name.
The bartender is at work combining ingredients for him when Viktor realizes he’s not alone by the bar. There’s a man leaning against it, staring sullenly into the bottom of a tall, empty glass like it’s offended him personally -- one of the ones he pointed out to Sky earlier, from the ER department.
“Dr. Talis,” he greets, to be polite.
The man looks up at him, seeming surprised. Viktor isn’t terribly quiet when he walks, but maybe hadn’t been paying attention. There’s a moment where there’s no response, and Viktor is about to be a bit offended when one finally comes.
“Jayce,” he says. Viktor blinks. “Just Jayce is fine.”
“Right.” No one can pronounce Viktor’s last name, so he doesn’t really have the opportunity to decide if he wants to extend the same courtesy. Everyone just calls him Dr. Viktor, so he doesn’t have to hear them struggle through.
The bartender returns with his drink, and Viktor is glad to escape the awkward conversation. He only makes it a step or two away before he stops again, though, hearing the conversation behind him--
“Can I get another--”
“No, sir, I think you’ve had enough.”
A noise one might almost call a whine, in another setting.
“Just one more?”
The clink of a glass on the counter. “Here’s a water, sir.”
Viktor sighs, turns on his heel.
“Dr. Tal-- Uh. Jayce?”
Jayce looks up from his glass of water with big, dewy amber eyes, and Viktor has to avert his own from the discomfort of the eye contact.
“Who did you come here tonight with? Where are they?”
“Well, I came with Cait, but she left early.” Viktor is familiar enough with the hospital’s staff roster to know that Cait is likely Caitlyn, one of the paramedics. “I was hanging out with some doctors and the one kept bringing me drinks, which tasted like soda, so I figured it was fine? But I guess they weren’t just soda. They were good, though.”
“Right. And where did they go?”
“...I drank ‘em.”
“No, the people you were with.”
Jayce shrugs. It’s a bodily kind of shrug that knocks his bow tie askew. “I’unno. They all usually get bored of me after an hour or two. I guess I didn’t say the right stuff?”
He’s looking down into his glass again, and Viktor feels a pang of pity. It’s an unfamiliar feeling. That seems like a good opportunity to leave Jayce to his wallowing.
Viktor is leaning a bit more heavily on his cane as he walks, after standing for most of the night, so he finds a table a bit away from the crowd and flops into a chair. He has a good enough vantage point to watch Sky mingle through it, without being dragged back in or having someone trip over his cane. He takes a slow sip of his drink, and hears someone sit in a chair near him.
Apparently inebriation turns Jayce Talis into a lost puppy dog, and he chose Viktor as the one he would follow. Viktor looks around, wondering why it’s on him to take care of the idiot who got drunk at the holiday party this year.
He can feel Jayce staring at him for a few minutes, so he keeps his gaze forward, watching the woman Sky is in conversation with wave the investors over. Hopefully she makes a good impression on them -- at this rate, she’ll be Viktor’s boss, soon. He’s not sure how he feels about that.
“Who are you watching?”
Viktor jumps a bit, hand tightening around his glass. Finally turning to look, he sees Jayce sitting in a chair backwards, arms folded over the backrest to pillow his chin. He’s left an empty one between them, so he has some personal space, at least.
“The girl in the dark blue dress, over there. Talking to Miss Medarda and Doctor Glasc. She’s in my department, so I accompanied her here tonight, but she seems to be doing well enough on her own.”
Jayce looks a little sad at the answer, and Viktor isn’t sure why. He doesn’t have to wonder for long.
“She can’t screw up with them worse than I did,” he grumbles. Apparently he takes Viktor’s raised eyebrow as encouragement to continue.
“The professor introduced me to them, like, talkin’ me up about how I’m in line for the head of my department, or whatever. Which is a good intro I guess, but it’s a lot to live up to! And so I’m talking to ‘em about their hospital management stuff, and Mel’s like, how do you think we could improve the ER department. Which is, like, an interview question I was totally not prepared for.” He gestures with his water glass, spilling a little over the side.
“So I’m like, well, I guess we spend a lotta time waiting around for drugs, y’know, so maybe the pharmacy limits are too tight. Lotta... red tape. I get limits, but we gotta keep things movin’!” More water lost. At least Viktor is out of the splash zone. “Then Doctor Glasc gives me that scary look, and she says, oh, the limits I put in place. ‘Cuz she’s pharmacy. Which I totally forgot, like an idiot.
“So I’m trying to backtrack, like no, no, they make sense, of course, totally, right, it’s not the main source of backed-up admin paperwork! And--” he hiccups. “And that’s when Mel is like, oh, what would that be? And you know there isn’t a good answer to that question, and... ugh.” He drops his head so his forehead rests on his forearms, sighing dramatically.
Viktor winces. No wonder Jayce had started drinking. Medarda and Glasc are intimidating women, even to someone who isn’t in Jayce’s precarious position.
“...Drink your water. It’ll help you feel better.”
Jayce grumbles, which sounds a bit like he’s saying I feel fine, but takes a sip as he’s told. He’s obedient like this, at least.
Viktor finds himself studying Jayce, while Jayce passes the water glass from one hand to another, idly watching the crowd. There’s no denying he’s an attractive man -- broad-shouldered, tan-skinned, with biceps likely too big to fit a hand around. Viktor had always assumed he was using it to his advantage, schmoozing the people who tried to flirt with him, but tonight has him doubting the notion.
His face is open, guard entirely down. His teeth rest on his bottom lip, showing off the little gap between them. There’s also a little scar in his eyebrow that Viktor’s never looked at him long enough to notice. It’s interesting how he rides the line of handsome and cute. If only he wasn’t so damn irritating...
“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Jayce slurs, looking up suddenly. His gaze is intense, piercing, which is surprising for someone whose eyes won’t quite focus.
“Um, sure?”
“Did I do somethin’ to make you mad?”
Viktor blinks. Some part of his brain scans through the memories of all the interactions he’s had with Dr. Talis.
Most of them before tonight were incidental, in the cafeteria line or receiving a patient who had been stabilized in the ER. When you work in a mid-sized hospital for as long as Viktor has, that tends to happen with everyone. Jayce is always polite at those times, nothing out of the ordinary.
But there were also times where Jayce would seem to almost seek him out, just to brag about some new accomplishment or ask if Viktor had seen the newest research or something of the sort. At first Viktor had thought he was showing off to try and put himself on the same level of doctors a few years his senior, but as the years went on, it didn’t seem to stop. The only logical conclusion Viktor could make was that Jayce is like that with everyone, inherently braggadocious and looking for chances to prove everyone wrong.
“Eh, no,” Viktor answers eventually, because he hadn’t done anything in particular. He’s just an offensive, annoying person in general. But he’s still not sure why Jayce is asking. “Did I, you?”
“No, no, I just. We’ve been workin’ together for years, right?”
Viktor wouldn’t say together, but he doesn’t interrupt.
“And, like, you’re cool, and pretty, and smart, and confident. And I always try to impress you, y’know? With papers, or stories about cool stuff that’s happened, or whatever, but you always seem... irritated.”
He’s blinking at Jayce in a downright owlish manner now, he knows, but Jayce is too engaged with his rant to notice.
“Like with most people they just, like, smile and nod and pretend like they like you. And they do that, because they think they can get something from you, and as soon as you can’t do everything for everybody, they leave. And I’ve, I’ve come to expect that, you know? But you’re not like that.” He points at Viktor, and he feels pinned like a bug on a mat.
“You don’t pretend, you’re not fake. Everyone knows where they stand with you. But I dunno how to... change where I stand with you. I figured, hey, he doesn’t like anybody, doesn’t want friends, I guess. But then you’re here tonight, bein’ social, and... so maybe it’s me? Like I did something?”
His eyes are getting big and watery again, and Viktor really doesn’t know what to say, so he does what he does best and shoves all the emotional thoughts in his brain aside. Instead, he pulls out his phone. “Let’s... call you a cab.”
“It’s okay. I walked here. I’ll just... walk home.” Jayce dejectedly puts his glass of water (almost full, save what was spilled) back on the table, clumsily pushing his chair away as he stands. He wobbles noticeably, catches his balance, and takes three more steps before his path veers again.
With a sigh, Viktor gets up to intercept him, putting one of Jayce’s meaty arms over his shoulders so the man could rest on his free side. “I don’t think you’re in a shape to be walking through the city alone at...” a glance at his watch. “Nearly two a.m.. Where do you live?”
“I’m good, really,” Jayce hums, gestures. “It’s just, like, a fifteen or twenty minute walk that-a-way.” He tries to pull away a bit, but Viktor keeps a firm grip on his hand.
“What’s the address, Jayce,” Viktor presses, walking them towards the door.
Jayce winces a bit, wiggling his fingers. Viktor’s grip doesn’t relent. “Apartment 4A. Across from the bakery.”
Viktor closes his eyes and takes a deep, calming breath through his nose. “What bakery?”
“The one with the little pastries my mom likes.”
“The address, Jayce!”
“I don’t know the bakery’s address,” Jayce answers, as if it’s a stupid question.
Well, so much for loading him into a cab and sending him off. But Viktor doesn’t feel right leaving a weepy drunk to his fate on a cold winter night in the city, either. And he sure doesn’t trust anyone else to notice what’s going on over here.
“Alright,” he sighs, loading Jayce into the cab. “My place it is...”
----
Jayce is awoken by a dull, throbbing pain in his head. He squeezes his eyes tighter in a vain attempt to ignore it, but as minutes tick by it only gets worse, and he slowly becomes aware of more ways he’s uncomfortable. His mouth is dry, his eyes are crusty, his back aches from the lumpy mattress he slept on and he’s still wearing a dress shirt and slacks--
Wait. Dress shirt and slacks... lumpy mattress? He slowly opens his eyes to confirm his fears: this is not his bedroom.
He springs forward, but once he’s sitting up his head starts to spin and he has to stop to quell the queasiness. The room he’s in is messy, but it seems like a controlled chaos... most of the piles of things seem to be books and papers. There’s a bucket lined with a plastic bag on the floor next to the bed, which he is very much hoping not to need. There’s also a glass of water on the bedside table, and three little pills sitting on a piece of paper. It just says ‘aspirin,’ in crooked, doctorly handwriting, with an arrow pointing to the pills.
Downing the pills and water, he racks his brain to dredge up memories of the party. Cait had ditched him, then he’d put his foot in his mouth talking to the investors. After the professor praised his progress at the hospital, too. Hopefully he hadn’t fully tanked his chances at the promotion. Then... one of the female doctors had been talking to him, buying him drinks. That’s where his memories go fuzzy.
She’d definitely been flirting with him, but he wouldn’t have gone home with her, would he? At least he’s still fully dressed, albeit missing his tie and shoes. His shirt had a few buttons open as well, but not enough to be indecent, especially with an undershirt on. He scans the room for his shoes, trying to remember her name... if this is her house, not remembering who she is would only make things worse.
About fifteen minutes is enough time for the aspirin to take the edge off his headache, and to determine his shoes are not in this room, but not enough time to retrieve the woman’s name from his memory. Oh, well. He stands with a sigh, opening the door as quietly as he can to pad down the hall.
He’s in a decent sized apartment, which is homey, but just as chaotic as the bedroom. The floor is clear, though, with surprisingly few tripping hazards for how much stuff is piled on the available flat surfaces. He passes a bathroom, and a dining room, before turning the corner into the kitchen, and freezing in his tracks.
The kitchen is small, with a little bar separating it from the living room. There are a few chairs lining the bar, and sitting in one of them is the head of the orthopedics department, Viktor, with a mug in one hand and a messily-bound pack of papers in the other. Over his shoulder, through the window to the living room, Jayce can see a pillow and blanket draped over the sofa, and a pile of things in a nearby armchair that looks like it includes his shoes.
Viktor looks up at him with an inscrutable expression, but if Jayce had to put a word to it, he’d choose bored. “Help yourself to coffee,” he says, gesturing with his mug towards a half-empty coffee pot. Then he goes back to reading like nothing is out of the ordinary.
“Um. Right.” Maybe he does need that bucket after all, with how his stomach is fluttering. Everything in him wants to just grab his things and run, but one thing everyone can agree on about Jayce is that he’s polite. So instead, he shuffles across the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. Viktor even left the sugar and creamer out, so he doesn’t have to drink it black.
Once it’s made, he slides into one of the chairs, leaving an empty one between himself and Viktor. He blows the steam off the top, trying not to look up at Viktor, who isn’t looking up at him at all. “Thanks for, uh. Taking care of me last night. I don’t know what got into me...”
“A lot of cocktails, if I was to hazard a guess,” Viktor says, deadpan. His eyes track across three more lines of text on his papers before he sets them on the counter, taking a sip of his own coffee. Then he finally looks up at Jayce, eyes scanning his face. “You don’t remember much, do you?”
“No,” he admits, feeling his cheeks flush a bit. “I don’t usually drink that much...”
“I can tell.” It almost seems like there’s a bit of humor in his voice, the hint of a smile on his face. Maybe Jayce is imagining it.
“I hope I wasn’t too much trouble for you...”
Viktor waves a hand. “You were very agreeable, though you did fight me in getting your shoes off. Very talkative, too.”
“Oh, God.” His stomach flips again. “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t say anything too embarrassing.”
Viktor says nothing at that, just giving a little shrug. Jayce would swear the little smile on his face is bigger, though. He focuses on his coffee to distract himself. It’s a surprisingly good roast.
They sit in minimally-awkward silence, sipping coffee, for a few minutes; long enough for Jayce to believe the topic of last night to be dropped. Viktor finishes his coffee, dog-ears the page he’s on and flips his papers closed. From the front page, it seems to be a medical journal, printed out and stapled together. Jayce can see the words robotics and prosthesis, but he’s trying not to be obvious about looking over Viktor’s shoulder.
“You did say one thing,” Viktor says suddenly, and if Jayce’s coffee wasn’t already half empty it would have spilled.
Viktor drums his nails on the ceramic of his mug, a staccato pattern of clicks signifying the gears in his mind turning. There’s something graceful about the movement of his long, thin fingers moving in a rhythmic wave. Almost hypnotic.
“You said,” a pause. “You said I’m cool?”
Okay, that’s not that bad.
“And smart. And that you wanted to impress me?”
Jayce feels his face burn with embarrassment as he opens his mouth to reply, but nothing comes out.
There’s silence for a few moments, and Viktor’s next words are almost too quiet to hear. “And... pretty?”
Maybe he died of alcohol poisoning last night, and this is hell, actually.
Viktor’s tapping slows to a stop, and Jayce can hear his heartbeat in his ears. He says “I can--” at the same moment Viktor says “Is that--” and they both stop speaking, staring at each other with a similar mix of anxiety and scrutiny.
Silence is an awful sound, Jayce decides. He just wants to go home, shower, and go back to the hectic insanity that is his everyday life in the ER.
Viktor picks up his sentence first. “Is that true? Or was it just, eh...” He gestures with his mug, free hand spinning a curl of his hair between two fingers. “Drunk ramblings.”
“...Both?” Jayce puts down his coffee so Viktor doesn’t see his hands shaking. “I mean, it’s true, yeah, but I also wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t drunk. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I’m so sorry.” He stands, straightening his shirt -- to little effect, since he slept in it. “I’ll--I’ll get out of your hair. I’m sorry, again, I really--”
“Would you want to, uh. Have lunch, sometime?” Jayce is startled out of his panicked rambling, and looks up to see Viktor looking away, chewing on his bottom lip. “I could tell you about this journal I’ve been reading. If you’d like.”
“--Uh. Yeah. Sure, yeah, that... sounds cool.”
----
Thankfully, Jayce has the day after the party off work, so he can sleep off his hangover and pour over everything that’s happened in the last 32 hours. But working in the ER, two consecutive days off in a row is a rare occurrence, so the next morning he puts on his festive reindeer scrubs and heads into the hospital.
The hectic nature of the Emergency department distracts the part of Jayce’s brain that wants to fret, which is a bit of a relief. It’s a busy day, but things will only get busier as the holiday season drags on.
He receives a patient from the ambulance bay, scribbling notes on their condition on a clipboard as the paramedic lists them off. Drunk, got in a fight, probably needs a few stitches but nothing life-threatening. Once it’s all written and clipped to the bed, he leaves the nurses to get things set up and steps out for a breath of air.
The paramedic is there, and on second glance, it’s Caitlyn, looking a little sheepish. He gives her a smile, which she returns with a little wave as he approaches. “Sorry for ditching you at the party. Vi hurt her arm...”
She’d just said girlfriend emergency when she left, but Jayce had assumed that was probably the nature of the emergency, knowing Vi. He waves a hand. “No big.”
“I take it you got home safe?” She’s got an odd look on her face.
“Yeah, I got a cab.”
“I’ve heard some weird rumors. They’re probably nothing, but... I figured you should know.”
He cocks his head. “What kind of rumors?”
“Well, people are saying you left with Viktor, the head of ortho.” Jayce doesn’t get a chance to respond, the blood rushing to his face giving him away. “...You didn’t.”
“It was nothing!” His arms cross over his chest. “I got a little, uh... I drank a little more than I meant to, and he got me a cab.”
“A cab home?”
Jayce looks away. He never wishes for more people to get hurt, but an emergency that would pull him away from this conversation would be really helpful right now.
“Jayce!”
“Apparently I wouldn’t tell him my address,” he admits, arms falling to his sides as his shoulders slump. “So he took me to his apartment to sleep it off. He slept on the couch! No funny business, nothing rumor-worthy.”
She looks smug, like she does when she thinks she’s connected the dots. “So that’s why he’s in such a weird mood,” she hums, tapping her chin with a finger.
“...Weird mood? What do you mean, weird mood?” He’s speaking too fast to sound normal. He clears his throat. “I mean, uh. Not that it matters. To me. But is he upset?”
“I was in the ortho department yesterday with Vi-- she had a pin put in, so we came for a consult on if it would affect her boxing.”
“Oh, shit. Is she alright?”
“Yeah, she’ll be fine. She broke her elbow on a dare. He told her to just lay off it for a few weeks. Somehow she never hurts herself badly enough to have any lasting consequences, thankfully...” Caitlyn rolls her eyes. “Anyway. Viktor was smiling at people. I asked one of the nurses and she said he’s been acting funny since the party. He even laughed at one of Vi’s terrible jokes.”
Jayce isn’t sure what that means, but it’s giving him that weird fluttering in his stomach again.
“I don’t think anyone has ever been to his apartment before -- at least, no one who works here now, anyway. He’s not exactly known for going out of his way for people like that.”
“Yeah, I guess not...”
“Dr. Talis?” The nurse pulls him back to earth. “We’re ready for you.”
“Right-- right. See you around, Cait.”
Caitlyn waves him off with that smug little smile, and he tries not to overthink.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends)
Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Sky (Arcane: League of Legends)
Words: 5,500
He's done it again folks! I cannot emphasize enough how much I enjoy reading his JayVik fics: he just gets them, yanno?
Very cute fic featuring the funniest drunk Jayce I've ever seen and some fun, snarky Viktor talk. Very light on the hospital settings too, if that's not your thing. The most graphic is talking about needing a pin in a broken arm, but if you've watched Arcane then that's probably the least violent thing ever, haha. Perfect for the non-denominational holiday season!
After Dream spurns Hob at the White Horse Inn in 1889, he curses the human to only have nightmares, as punishment for his impudence. However, Dream is captured before he removes the curse, and Hob is left to suffer for well over a century.
When Dream misses their meeting in 1989, the Corinthian sees an opportunity to use Hob's curse to his pleasure and advantage. When Dream finally escapes, he has a great deal of pain to make up for, but with the Corinthian still on the loose, he may not get the chance.
Chapters: 8/8
Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: The Corinthian/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling
Characters: Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, The Corinthian (Sandman), Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman), Matthew the Raven, Robyn Gadling
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Kidnapping, Torture, Eye Gouging, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Riding, Nightmares, Drowning, Starvation, Hob's Been Through a Lot of Crap in 700 Years, It Comes Up, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Lucienne has the Braincell, Matthew is the best boy, Vague Dream Magic, Bonding, but in a magical way, Dream is a dick, But He Gets Better, Hob Gadling Whump, Top Hob Gadling, Bottom Hob Gadling, he does both, Top Corinthian, Porn With Plot, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Words: 16,735
As my friend has said “LMAO OH HE SAYS THE SEXY THING AGAIN BEFORE HE EATS HOBS EYES“
The Corinthian’s a fun guy. He gives you a fun time. And then he eats your eyeballs. Also I love Dream being a little baby about someone calling him his friend so this fic ticks off all the right boxes! Admittedly, I got a little lost towards the end, but it still came together really well and left me satisf-eye-d. If
Humanity is beset by sex dreams that are only intensifying. Within a week, it becomes known as The Phenomenon, with devastating effects on the day-to-day functioning of normal life. With his insider knowledge, a now nightly-ruined Hob can only guess it's caused by some game between Desire and Dream. As society starts to stagger and the economy grinds to a crawl, who will yield first? Over-powered petty siblings with human emotions at their disposal or an immortal medieval peasant with 600 years experience of living through sheer force of will? Or: Hob gets wrecked six ways 'til Sunday and he ain't alone.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling
Characters: Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus
Additional Tags: Dream Sex, Bets & Wagers, Dreamsharing, Sensory Deprivation, Size Difference, Size Kink, Sleep Deprivation, Wall Sex, The Endless always take things too far, Professor!Hob Gadling, Neediness, Lust, Sexual Frustration, The situation is amplifying people's desires not so much manufacturing them, but readers may get unintended non-con vibes, Crack, Tumblr Prompt
Words: 4,268
Look, we have fun here.
No but seriously, super zesty, great build-up. Love this fic!! My favorite types of nsfw fics are the ones that have a lot of build up and flirty teasing, because that’s just so fun to read! I love me a Hob held together by ducktape and rubberbands.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Works: 5/5
Fandom: Wolf 359 (Radio)
Rating: Teen/Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings/No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Doug Eiffel/Daniel Jacobi, Doug Eiffel/Warren Kepler, Daniel Jacobi/Warren Kepler, Doug Eiffel/Daniel Jacobi/Warren Kepler
Characters: Doug Eiffel, Daniel Jacobi, Warren Kepler, Alana Maxwell, Marcus Cutter, Hera (Wolf 359), Reneé Minkowski, Isabel Lovelace, Alexander Hilbert
Additional Tags: Light Dom/sub, Extremely Dubious Consent, everyone in si-5 is fucked up about sex, everyone is a fucking disaster, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Fluff and Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Self-Esteem Issues
Words: 43,161
Summary: Doug Eiffel accepts an offer from Warren Kepler and joins SI-5.
Look...Look. lesbianjackrackham's Lungs series is like my gold standard for w359 fics. I recommend it to everyone, and I'm constantly going back and rereading it. It's like St. Augustine is That Way for me. I just love it so much...
I love their narrative voice and honestly, it's such a juicy concept. I feel that Eiffel would have done so well in SI-5!! He's shown that he's willing to go to extreme lengths in the name of self-preservation (and that those lengths aren't necessarily in the right). Also, who doesn't like Eiffel getting his head and heart twisted around six ways till Sunday?
Break the Lock, Carry it With You, and Stubborn Rock are my favorites from this series, specifically, but it's all so, so good.
So maybe Jayce is a bit impulsive, but it's never spiraled like this before. Curiosity killed the cat, but thankfully it only got Jayce's ass kicked. Modern AU Jailco. They both get a little horny about a fistfight. What more is there to say
Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jayce (League of Legends)/Silco (Arcane: League of Legends)
Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends)
Additional Tags: Viktor reads like he has a little crush on Jayce bc I can't help myself, honestly how does everyone not have a crush on Jayce, Modern AU, by modern I do mean like not-fantasy-piltover-and-zuan, fistfights, light Violence, implied crime, I dunno yall, its the banter.........
Words: 7,242
Look, BaraFrance has a hold on my blorbos. He knows how to write ‘em.
If you are even remotely intrigued by how Silco/Jayce would work, or you just wanted to read about Jayce being a dumb, overeager puppy (metaphorically. there is no puppyplay in this) then this is a good fic for you. It’s hilarious and made me laugh a lot, and also relate to Viktor so, so much. So much.
"Can I get a tattoo?" "No," Silco replies, without a moment of thought. To be honest, he's not entirely sure why he feels so opposed to the idea, but he doesn't let that show. Feigning confidence is one of the most important skills for a man in his position to have--be that of a rising leader of a new nation, or a caretaker of a young teenage girl.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jinx (League of Legends) & Silco (Arcane: League of Legends)
Characters: Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends)
Additional Tags: Dad Silco, this one is maybe a little ooc but. i can have a little dad silco, as a treat, Tattoos, Canon-Typical Violence, the violence is implied not like actively happening, not much to this one tbh just a short little thing spurred by a one-off discord comment
Words: 1,435
Listen, if you ever need good good Dad!Silco (Dadco?) content, look no further than BaraFrance. All Silco+Jinx fics I’ve read have always delivered. Cute, sweet, and sure to leave you feeling warm and fuzzy (even when it’s angsty).
Ever wonder who paid for Jinx’s tattoos? I literally think about that all the time.
Harry has it bad for Kim - really, really bad. Oh, and he also has a nipple kink, apparently.
And Kim lies next to him - sound asleep. Or so Harry thinks.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Disco Elysium (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harry Du Bois/Kim Kitsuragi, Harry Du Bois & Kim Kitsuragi
Characters: Kim Kitsuragi, Harry Du Bois
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, many emotions, Much Comfort, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Smut, attempted humor at least, Nipple Play, Very extensive nipple play, Kim is a little shit, Harry is his usual self, Also Kim loses his usually so perfect composure, They are very much in love yes, Coming Untouched, Harry has a kink, Does Kim have a kink?, a very subtle hint at dubcon but really not, because everything is very much consensual, So don't worry, Happy Ending, Body Worship, Tbh Harry has fallen really bad for Kim, But its okay because Kim has fallen bad for Harry as well
Words: 10,619
Comes back from my from my month-long hiatus to bring you filth.
I’ve started playing Disco Elysium with my partner, and, just like Harry (not MY Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau), we have both imprinted on Kim Kitsuragi like a couple of helpless ducklings. He dings around in our mind like a DVD screensaver.
In any case!
Did you want to read about Kim getting absolutely wrecked and losing his composure? How about having a guilty pleasure kink? Did you want to read about Harry being...well. Harry? Do I have a fic for you! It’s delicious, excellent. Do YOU have a bit of a degradation/humiliation kink? Harry embarrasses himself a lot, so you’ll love this. Light hints of somnophilia and shame!
Philomela Few would remember her in history. Why bother to tell such a story when surely there were more exciting stories to tell? She, like most women in myth, was written off as just another faceless woman in Greece, whose only merit was that she had given birth to a Greek hero. Yet it’s time for her story to be told. For her to be known more than just as the mother of Patroclus. If just a part of it.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller, The Iliad - Homer, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Relationships: Philomela/Menoetius, Philomela & Patroclus, Achilles/Patroclus (Song of Achilles)
Characters: Philomela mother of Patroclus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Patroclus (Song of Achilles), Achilles (Song of Achilles)
Additional Tags: Ancient Greece, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Period-Typical Sexism, Falling In Love, First Kiss, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Arranged Marriage, Older Man/Younger Woman, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Canonical Character Death, Minor Character Death, War, Suicidal Thoughts, Grief/Mourning, Reunions, Loss of Parent(s), Meeting the Parents, Philomela Ships it, Such a Queen, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Quote: It was a death experience. And I'm over it., But now I'm at peace because Philomela got to tell her story. I love her so much, She Deserved Better, Menoetus is a Dick
Words: 4,350
Oh Philomela...
An interesting fic, definitely not one I would normally read, but the concept of Patroclus’ mother’s backstory was too intriguing to pass up. Do tread carefully with this one, though.
To skip the implied non-con/underage sex: After you read the section about her wedding, skip the first line and paragraph and begin reading at
“So for months she struggled with pregnancy,”
Thankfully, she gets a happy ending! Again, I’m a bit tired tonight so I can’t give much of an in-depth review, but I did like this fic. If you’re the type to enjoy character-centric stories, or side characters, then you’ll love this one!
Hades is very relieved when Patroclus eventually shows up in the Underworld. Achilles had been causing him a lot of problems.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Achilles/Patroclus (Song of Achilles), Achilles/Patroclus of Opus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore)
Characters: Patroclus (Song of Achilles), Achilles (Song of Achilles), Patroclus of Opus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Achilles (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Hades (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Persephone (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore)
Additional Tags: Inspired by The Song of Achilles, Achilles Needs To Chill, Patroclus Is Just Happy To See Him, Crack Treated Seriously, Short & Sweet, One Shot, Canonical Character Death
Series: Part 2 of Patroclus/Achilles One-Shots
Words: 1,022
Cute little crossover for Achilles and Patroclus meeting in the Underworld! I’m a little tired today, so I don’t have much more to say than that, but I really enjoyed it! It’s a good fic to scratch that patrochilles itch.
Patroclus remembers. Achilles doesn't. But that's okay.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Achilles/Patroclus (Song of Achilles), Achilles & Patroclus (Song of Achilles)
Characters: Achilles (Song of Achilles), Patroclus (Song of Achilles)
Additional Tags: Past Lives, Alternate Universe - Past Lives, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Bittersweet Ending, Childhood Friends, Hopeful Ending, Depression, i’m a slut for past lives aus, patroclus is my baby and i love him, I'm Sorry
Words: 5,027
Ooooh I love this. Oh I love this. I’m such a huge huge sucker for reincarnation AUs. This is excellent too because only ONE of them remembers which is SO good.
Also the formatting of this fic is very nice! I tend to use the good ol’ horizontal line myself, but anytime a fic uses “I. II. III.” etc. etc. I do enjoy it. Looks fancy and formal! The way the author goes into detail about young Achilles remembering his past life and trauma reads very realistic, imho, or as realistic as one can get when such a thing doesn’t occur insofar as we’ve studied, you know?
On the anniversary of Loki's birth, a feast is held in Father's hall. This, he thinks, is as it should be: this is as it is every year, with lively music on the harp, with men and women dancing, with all his favorite foods. Except this year the foods are not the ones he prefers, after all, but those favored by his brother. And the music is not harp music but the blaring of horns. And when Father calls attention to the assembled throng to give a speech for the occasion, he does not mention Loki at all. He proclaims the meal in honor of Thor's prowess as a warrior. He announces that the firstborn prince has bested his training instructor this day. The boar meat, spicy and rich on Loki's tongue, is suddenly tasteless. He puts his fork down amidst the wave of applause that floods the hall; he watches as his brother, golden and triumphant, stands to accept his congratulations. The child thinks, perhaps, that this is some ruse. His family, too, scold him for his pranks, and perhaps they have decided to show him what it is like to be on the receiving end. But the jest, if jest it is, grows long.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Thor (2011), Captain America (2011), The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies), Marvel Avengers Movies Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Loki/Steve Rogers
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Odin (Marvel), Frigga (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Family, Dysfunctional Family, Neglect, Friendship, Angst, Birthday, Pre-Slash, Prompt Fic, Community: norsekink
Words: 3,990
Direct from my bookmark notes:
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There you have it! This is such a good fic.
But no really, it’s a good fic. If you’re a Loki fan, and you enjoy angst, this is perfect! It’s very in character for him, and the prose is excellent! It really does have a nice rhythm to it and reads kind of like a vowelinthug work; the narration style seems to fit in perfectly with how Loki presents himself without it being too heavy-handed.
Also, if you’re new to steveloki/not sure how you feel about it, this is a good fic to start with! It’s less so “steveloki” and more so “steveloki if you squint,” so it’s nice and light! Really though, give it a try!”
It was one thing to know Zagreus frequently died. It was another thing to watch him die.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hades (Video Game 2018)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Thanatos/Zagreus (Hades Video Game)
Characters: Thanatos (Hades Video Game), Zagreus (Hades Video Game)
Additional Tags: Temporary Character Death, Implied Relationships
Words: 384
Sometimes you just need a little ficlet to get an idea out and that’s all!
A very nice look into what it’s like being on the other side of Zagreus’ near-constant deaths.
The last thing Tim Stoker wants to do is spend any more time than necessary with his boss, but when he shows up late to work acting even more suspicious than he's come to expect, he has no choice but to investigate.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist/Tim Stoker
Characters: Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood, Basira Hussain, Melanie King
Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Hunt Avatar Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), but he doesn't know it yet...shh, Fluff, Cats, set sometime during season 3
Words: 3,539
I have a problem and it’s called “JonTim brainrot.”
But no, seriously, another cute one! The Hunt!Tim is subtle in this one, no chasing or anything like that. The kitten is also very cute! I wish they had made a reference to the Dog in the Archives incident, but I believe this fic was written before that Q&A came out.
I love how protective Jon is of this little kitten. It’s such a vital reminder to his humanity, and it certainly helps his relationship with Tim get a bit better!!
While he moves the drink to his lips (again) he can’t help but realize that they are a beautiful couple. It’s a thought that he hates, an objective statement that is in clear contradiction with the jealously he feels in his chest and that takes his breath away. Peggy is beautiful, she has warm soft brown curls that frame a face sweet and strong at the same time, she has red lips and a femininity that is viewed with respect by the men around her. Steve… Well, Steve is Steve. The most beautiful person Bucky has ever met, tall or not. They look like they just came out from a movie.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, side steve/peggy
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter
Additional Tags: Angst, Unrequited Love, Pining Bucky Barnes, Jealous Bucky Barnes, Drunk Bucky Barnes, this is sad im sorry
Words: 2,278
Sometimes you make mistakes and have to face the consequences of your actions!!! Also sometimes you sing drunk karaoke in front of a live studio audience and it doesn’t work how you think it should.
I’m such a huge fan of unrequited love/pining and angst. This is just such a good fic to really get you right in the heart.
Lambert falls in love with Geralt when he is twelve years old. He isn't even sure, at that age, what love really is, but he knows it is the best thing that has ever happened to him so far. If he gets to keep feeling like this, light and airy and giddy, he doesn't think he'd mind carrying a torch for Geralt for the rest of his life.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Lambert
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Lambert (The Witcher), Eskel (The Witcher)
Additional Tags: Past Aiden/Lambert (The Witcher), Past Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Canonical Character Death, Slow Burn, Time Skips, Falling In Love, First Kiss, Questioning Sexuality, Young Witchers (The Witcher), Trial Of The Grasses (The Witcher), Blaviken (The Witcher), Grief/Mourning, Temporarily Unrequited Love
Words: 8,209
They’re idiots, your honor.
I’ve never read a cuter Lambert in my life. I love him!! This is such a cute fic, like, such a cute fic. If you want some good good Geralt/Lambert, definitely give it a read!! The time skips are very easy to follow, and you don’t need TOO much Witcher knowledge to keep track of everything, but it does help!
