FIC: The Ides (1/3)
Title: The Ides (1/3)
Author: Winter_of_our_Discontent (winter_hermit)
Beta: reluctantabandon
Characters/Pairings: Carlos/Cecil, Old Woman Josie, Erika(s), Khosheck
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Typical Night Vale weirdness, possible dub-con
Summary:
This last broadcast was odd, though. In the almost a year Carlos had lived here… which was hard to believe and not just because the sun had a tendency to set at the wrong time and sometimes Thursdays… skipped… (“Listeners, it’s like my mother used to say,” Cecil had once said. “Time flies. And so do badgers. So you’ll probably want to take an umbrella with you today.”) Cecil had never notbeen on the radio. Even when he’d clearly had a cold and his congestion had made an utter yet strangely adorable mess of all of his glottal consonants. Cecil was The Voice of Night Vale, and in this town that was more reliable than the sunrise, death, or taxes. Well, maybe not taxes. Even if this year he’d had to pay them in formaldehyde jars full of rats. (He was reasonably certain he hadn’t paid that way in previous years, but then, he wasn’t an accountant.)
A/N: Ah, Welcome to Night Vale, where tentacles are not-not canon. And my ship IS canon. Which is so weird.
The Ides (on AO3)
Author: Winter_of_our_Discontent (winter_hermit)
Beta: reluctantabandon
Characters/Pairings: Carlos/Cecil, Old Woman Josie, Erika(s), Khosheck
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Typical Night Vale weirdness, possible dub-con
Summary:
This last broadcast was odd, though. In the almost a year Carlos had lived here… which was hard to believe and not just because the sun had a tendency to set at the wrong time and sometimes Thursdays… skipped… (“Listeners, it’s like my mother used to say,” Cecil had once said. “Time flies. And so do badgers. So you’ll probably want to take an umbrella with you today.”) Cecil had never notbeen on the radio. Even when he’d clearly had a cold and his congestion had made an utter yet strangely adorable mess of all of his glottal consonants. Cecil was The Voice of Night Vale, and in this town that was more reliable than the sunrise, death, or taxes. Well, maybe not taxes. Even if this year he’d had to pay them in formaldehyde jars full of rats. (He was reasonably certain he hadn’t paid that way in previous years, but then, he wasn’t an accountant.)
A/N: Ah, Welcome to Night Vale, where tentacles are not-not canon. And my ship IS canon. Which is so weird.
The Ides (on AO3)