#wtnv fanfic

[oc-ohsahi]

I told the creators of Welcome to Night Vale about the sexyman poll.

im taking a narrative podcast production course, and we had joseph fink and jeffery cranor come speak to the class over zoom

as the final question of our Very Serious QA panel, i told them about the tumblr sexyman poll, with hundreds of thousands of votes, and that cecil still won a decade later. i asked if the power of creating The Sexiest Fictional Man was something that could go to their heads. they couldnt stop laughing.

joseph gave a long spiel about how grateful he is for the impact Night Vale had — he told a story about seeing a fictional flights board in an airport and that it felt so strange to see Night Vale up there. he was super humble and said that Night Vale ‘belongs to the fans’ and takes no ownership of Sexy Creationism.

then jeffery comes in like ‘yeah, what he said, but personally i think it does go to my head’ and giggled and said “It feels pretty awesome.”

#welcome to night vale #night vale #cecil #cecil nightvale #podcast #wtnv cecil #wtnv #wtnv podcast #wtnv quotes #wtnv fandom #wtnv fanfic #sexyman poll #tumblr milestone #jeffery cranor #joseph fink #polls #tumblr polls #tumblr sexyman #cute #cecil x carlos #cecilsweep

[fluctuating-fanby]

Housewarming (1.3k words) by Vince_Mondragon Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Implied Sexual Content, Floor Sex, though this is barely smutty I'm sorry, no beta we die like nvcr interns, Art, Bad Puns, Innuendo, Coitus Interruptus Summary:

Imagine your OTP get their first apartment together, and they’re decorating it as they get into a small little argument about what goes where and they get into a playful little tussle, eventually caving into a romantic session of intimacy on the floor. (Bonus for OT3 or even another OTP, they knock on the door and enter with a big, surprise house warming gift as the romantics are going on.)

A new home, ham-fisted innuendos, and Night Valean IKEA furniture.

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New Kevcilos fic! Just a whole bunch of fluff and goofiness, based on this Tumblr prompt.

Cecil's design borrowed from @perfect-cecilos, who initially shared the prompt with the Discord server and proposed making it Kevcilos.

#welcome to night vale #wtnv #wtnv fanfic #wtnv fanart #cecil palmer #carlos the scientist #wtnv kevin #kevcilos #wtnv comic #fluff #vince writes stuff #vince draws stuff

[trashburgersblair]

Question for the people agacent beings!

Are there any Magnus archives fics where the Somewhere Else Jon and Martian end up is NightVale?

Because I just got struck with so many thoughts and I can't write worth shit but I need this.

#the magnus archives #tma #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #jon sims #wtnv #welcome to night vale #night vale #fanfic #tma fanfic #wtnv fanfic #tma somewhere else

[nightvale-radio]

THE BIG ARGUMENT CHAPTER!! super excited for where things go from here

#wtnv #wtnv fanfic #wtnv fic

[orangesideirrational]

Carlos moved to night vale from a family where its not uncommon for the youngest to be scrutinised for not having a PhD yet. for not being smart enough. for having “Just a local science professor job? but menor, you could do so much better! just think of your siblings, three PhDs! but you're just... a college professor?”

he moved from a family who had so much love, but who’s love came burdened with expectations and comparisons. Carlos was loved, but it never felt that way.

Then he moved.

And he faced so much love, immediately.

The local radio host called him perfect and beautiful. He did what he loved.

And there were no expectations.

#menor means lesser in spanish #i figure it probably started as an insult from carloss/ #/siblings but then it kinda lost its meaning and just became a nickname #but like... it still means 'lesser' #its like a constant reminder that hes not good enough #but his family doesnt even realise?? #carlos the scientist #carlos the perfect scientist #perfect carlos #carlos #carlos wtnv #carlos angst #welcome to night vale #wtnv #welcome to night vale fanfic #wtnv fanfic

[beansprout-tea]

tempted to write a orchestra/conductor au with cecilos… how we feeling?

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #it’s probably a stupid idea #but i feel like im cooking something good #wtnv fanfic

[writerbythewater-blog]

Carlos loved the night sky. He loved sitting on the roof of his collage at night with his friends, and seeing who could point out the most constellations. It was fun even if the people in astrology class always knew the most. The group of friends would stay on the roof long past midnight just looking at the stars, and talking about the old stories and how long people used the stars. Or some nights what else might be waiting for them out there in space.

When Carlos moved to Night Vale the first month he was far too busy to stargaze. So much was happening that he couldn't find the time to look to the sky that always gave him a moment to breathe. The town was wonderful and strange in equal measure. The night Carlos got the chance to go sit on the roof of his lab to stargaze he couldn't believe what he saw.

The constellations he learned with his friends were gone, or he couldn't find them at very least. It was like he was looking at a whole new sky. There was no comfort looking at these stars he wouldn't find the patterns that brought him and his friends so much joy on those long nights. With a heavy heart he had gone back inside the lad and ran more test on the things he had been working on that day.

When he and Cecil started dating Cecil wanted to show him all the ways Night Vale was wonderful, and he did. For months Cecil was happy to plan their every outing, and all Carlos had to do was show up and be amazed at whatever his wonderful boyfriend planned. He was always amazed at the things Cecil planned for them. Night Vale had so much to offer, and Carlos was always ready to learn more about this wonderful town. It was when Cecil wanted to know more about Carlos' home that he struggled.

The first time Cecil asked Carlos what couples did for date nights where he was from Carlos smiled and said it didn't matter the Night Vale way was much better. Cecil had smiled and let it go at the time but the questions kept popping back up. Cecil wanted to learn more about Carlos just like Carlos wanted to learn about him, and really Carlos loved learning so how could he keep telling him no. So he told Cecil to meet him at his lab after the show one night.

Cecil was so happy it was all he could talk about that night on the radio. In between the segments he had to do thier little date night kept popping up. Carlos hoped his idea of a date was worth all the hype Cecil was building up. Really all he had planned was a late night picnic under the stars. He had a book with all the constellations that one of his friends had given him as a farewell gift when he left for Night Vale, and he planned on show Cecil the pictures in it. Since he couldn't find them in the vastness of Night Vale's sky the pictures would have to do.

He sent the time Cecil was on air setting up the picnic and ordering the food. Since Carlos couldn't cook to save his own life he had ordered Rico's Pizza. He had two large pizza's (just plain cheese since Cecil wanted something like Carlos would have had outside) and the angel's brought him some brownies so they had something sweet too. Along with a little bit of strawberry wine, and it was almost looking like a date he would have had in collage. Of course Carlos' dates normally took place at a park, but Carlos didn't want to risk anything happening with they were out.

Not long after the show ended Carlos saw Cecil drive up to lab. He waved from his spot on the roof before he rushed down to let Cecil in. Cecil took a moment to look around Carlos' lab. Carlos hardly ever let anyone outside of his team in here, so knew Cecil was simply curious what he might see. After Cecil had his fill of looking around he turned to Carlos. "What were you doing on the roof?" Cecil asked. "That's where I set up our date. If your done looking around down here we can go on up." Carlos answered still leaning against the wall. He didn't want to rush Cecil.

"I'm ready!" Cecil smiled rushing over to Carlos to take his hand. Carlos laughed and patted Cecil on the head.

"Alright lets go on up." Carlos said leading them onto the roof. Cecil looked around taking in everything Carlos had done. Carlos could admit he might have gone a bit over board. He had time after setting up the picnic so he had made some origami flowers, and hearts, and strung them up along the roofs railing. He had learned to make them in art class when he was little and they were the only thing that stuck from the class. He had also lit little candles around the roof too.

"Carlos this is amazing!" Cecil said spinning to face him. Carlos smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Thanks. I got Rico's." Carlos said with a smile walking over to blanket.

Cecil followed and the two ate while Carlos talked about his family. He told Cecil about his brothers and sisters and their children. He talked about high school, and dates he had in the past. He talked about learning to drive and the time his mother tried to teach him to cook. When they finished eating the stars were out. Carlos laid out of the blanket and stared at them. Those unfamiliar stars. They were the stars of his new home, but unlike every other time he moved the couldn't remind him of home. Cecil laid down next to him. "Do you like stargazing?" Cecil ask taking his hand in his.

"I used to." Carlos answered looking a way from the stars to gaze at Cecil. Cecil was so much prettier than the stars anyway.

"Used to?" Cecil asked. Carlos knew he was asking what changed but didn't want to push Carlos. Carlos didn't share much and tonight he had already told Cecil so much. He knew if he didn't say anything else Cecil would just be happy with what he had said and wouldn't push for more, but he wanted to share.

"The stars are different here. I can't find any of the constellations that I love to look at. I have a book of them if you want to see them." Carlos said reaching for where he had put the book. Thankfully he didn't have to get up of let go of Cecil hand to reach it. He grabbed it putting it on his stomach in case Cecil did want to look at it.

"Oh I love constellations! What did your look like? Maybe I can help you find them!" Cecil smiled leaning up on his elbow facing Carlos. Carlos smiled at him sitting up fully, and opening the book. Cecil copied him moving so that he could easily see the book and the sky. Carlos showed Cecil all the pictures in the book and the told him the stories that went with each one. Cecil listened to each story eagerly, and Carlos was happy to see how much he seemed to like them. Cecil was a story teller at heart, and he loved to hear new ones. They were about half way though the book when Cecil yawned. It was late.

"Lets do this again tomorrow, and when we finish the book I'll show you Night Vale's constellations." Cecil promised. Carlos smiled.

"That sounds wonderful Cecil. Same time?"

"Yeah. I'll be here after the show."

The two parted ways once they got to their cars. When Carlos got to his house he looked at the sky. Perhaps stargazing with Cecil would be even better than it had been with his friends.

#fanfic #february ficlet challenge #writing challenge #wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv fanfic

[just-an-enby-lemon]

There is a planet of awesome size lit by no sun. You see it in your dreams sometimes. In your dreams you hear about a goddess that you don't understand and that existed long before you and started existing after you had already been born.

No one can cross the Dog Park. Dogs are not allowed in the Dog Park. People aren't allowed. Childrem are specially not allowed there. The school district does not abide by city rules. Papa and dad are not happy with it but they sign the permission slip anyways because they believe education is important and the trip is mandatory. You spend a day (or was it a week?) somewhere else. It's a fun trip. You enjoy the oportunity of using your birthday camera, Desert Blufs Too is your new documentary for two days and you really want to understand why everyone is so adamant on being covered in blood and whose blood it even is. You don't uncover the truth because you are in a school trip and they still have classes and homework. At least you make a friend.

Your new friend likes airplanes and just like your papa he came from somewhere else far away. He says it's called Connecticut. You tell him Connecticut is actually a videogame where you invoke minor demons and fight with other demons while managing a restaurant and trying to find a perefect date for your new friends. He says he knows the game more than the state, that he was too small when he left but that he thinks demons, lots of coffee and date cafes must be the norm there. You think he is right and also that is really cool. You both decided to visit it together one day.

There is a god and he is always smilling.

You knew that even before going to the school trip but it's different when you're there. You never sleep there. For some reason you don't need too. But sometimes when you close your eyes you see the Smiling God. You don't smile at him. It makes him angrier. He really scares you. The goddess you don't really get and that you once offended by friendly calling a bommer likes you for some reason. You think she is protecting you from the Smilling God. She is nice like that. You like her as well even if your dad doesn't, you understand why he doesn't, she is nice and you really like her but she is also really confusing and she seems like she makes things more complicated than it needs to. But most adults do that. And she is really old. Older than the Faceless Old Woman old!

You don't understand why the Smilling God disturbs you. He doesn't try to convert any of your classmates nor your teachers. You tell your friend about it. He smilles and says his stepdad is actually a prophet and his dad is a theologist and they can help.

His parents look a lot like your parents. A lot. His stepdad a bit less in the sense his eyes are black and he is covered in blood. You think that might be what living in a house with uncovered mirrors feels like. They are nice though. They don't help much with your god problem mostly because they don't seem to think it is a problem at all. But they like you and you like them. And they remind you of your parents but not enough to make you unconfortable. Your friend's stepdad is also a radio host and he seems exited you like journalism even if it's film making. He is always smilling a creepy smile even when not happy. He steals cookies from the jar gives you one and tells you to not tell Charles nor Donovan. He winks at you and says that you must be really fascinating if the Smilling God visits you. You decide you like him a lot. Way more than the creepy god. You are also glad you only met him now because if you had met him before closing your eyes and seeing that disturbing smile he might have converted you.

When the week is ending you promisse to call and to visit. You don't think Donovan's parents believe in you. But Donavan does and this is enough. Donovan's stepdad mentioned he knew your papa once. Told you he could help you with your school papper about Desert Bluffs Too. That they used to be friends, that he lived here for ten years and then just bolted one day. You think about how he never mentioned it and wonders what happened? You're sure it's one of those things adults don't tell kids for no reason at all. Like how long it took for dad to talk about Old Woman Josie even though the Erikas were always visiting.

It never occours to you this might be a secret.

Not until you're back home and your week was only a day and you ask for help on your homework and mentions how your dad lived ten whole years in the Desert Otherworld that would become Desert Bluffs Too. You papa is doing crossworld after dinner. It's dad's day to wash the dishes. You hear something breaking. Dad dropped a glass. He mutters "ten years" and papa looks spooked. Dad smilles to you and apologizes for scaring you. He looks like he wants to cry. He doesn't look at papa. He goes to bed. Papa looks like a worse version of how he looked the day he accidentaly droped the wrong chemical and ruined his project. You have no idea what happened.

You know you probably should do something. You open your mouth ready to ask a question or maybe just go to dad and instead all you say is "I really need help with this homework is a third of my final grade".

#esteban palmer #esteban palmer scientist #wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv fanfic #wtnv donovan #wtnv kevin #wtnv charles #carlos the scientist #cecil gershwin palmer #i'm not sorry #the smilling god #huntokar #future fic

[asydicsydney]

Guess who started to write a fic during the great AO3 shutdown and finished a month later!!

Ever since I saw that post about Kevin being bird-coded, I've imagined him with wings tattooed on his back. Here is Carlos (and frankly, Kevin) discovering them while stuck in a Desert Otherworld

TW for average Kevin stuff (mentions of blood and injury), 1.2K Words

"Could I study you, Kevin?"

Kevin's third person camera flickers as he spins his chair to face Carlos in the shared office space. "Wha-ha-at?" His nerves bubbling up in laughter in the middle of the question.

Carlos continued, "I've done a study on Cecil before. You know, marking his Night Valean qualities. I wondered last nigh- yesterd- earlier... If you had any similar qualities, since you're doubles and all." He eyed Kevin up and down, searching for a resemblance that didn't quite come up.

"Ohhhh-kay!" His tone lilted up to hide his initial perception of the question. "But I can assure you, Carlos," his voice was tinged with blood oranges, "I am genetically identical to... Him. We are doubles."

"I'm not certain on that," Carlos corrected him, walking to his side of the office and lifting his arm up. Kevin flinches. He does not know if it is from trauma or affection or an odd twilight between the two. "You don't have tattoos like he does. You've seen his, yes?" An 'mhm' is squeaked out through pursed lips as he stares at Carlos' hand turning his arm over. He does not notice his nails digging into his palms. "He has these tattoos of tentacles all over. They move not quite on top of the skin like an animated film. And I know they're not really tattoos because they turn into real tentacles. It's... Fascinating. But you don't have any..." Carlos sounds oddly upset at his final note, dropping Kevin's arm back on the armrest.

Now that he's been freed of the clinical gaze and grasp, Kevin lets out a shaky breath. The desert otherworld may be stuck at 76 degrees Fahrenheit, but his arm and face are reaching the mid 80's, at least. Only now does he process what Carlos said. "I do have a tattoo, actually."

Carlos drops the notes he was returning to and turns on his heel. "You do? What is it? Where is it? Does it materialize like Cecil's? Can I see it?"

The mention of the rival radio host from Carlos' mouth gives him pause, like it has been for the past few months since they built their shared living space, but he regains his composure because, oh my smiling god, he's finally interested in something about him! He does not read into this reaction. "Of course!" He takes the hem of his standard-issue StrexCorp yellow sweater vest, with it's interlocking triangle design across the chest, and starts to pull it over his head.

"Woah, wait, I-I-I didn't mean for you to str-"

"It's on my back, Carlos."

"Oh."

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The sweater vest lays piled on his office chair like the grand mountains of the otherworld. He feels this ethereal weight lift off of him. Must be the heat. Really, who wears a sweater vest in 70 degree weather? He positions his third eye just so to aid the process in unbuttoning his work shirt. No one really gets how hard it is to push little buttons though little holes when your depth perception is every which way. He usually doesn't even entertain the thought. Back in Desert Bluffs he could be summoned to a meeting at any moment. There wasn't time to change into his hot pink satin loungewear.

"Do you...need...help? With that?" Carlos snaps him out of his walk-in closet mind at the same time he snaps a button off of its thread.

"I'm fine," he smiles a panicked smile, a smile he's perfected though it is not perfect, "Why would I need help?"

"I can see you biting through your cheek."

A bloody stream of spit drips onto his lapel. He stops chewing and lessens his smile. The last button comes undone and he moves the third eye to look back at him because he can't believe it. He's wearing a Desert Bluffs town fair volunteer shirt. Originally yellow but stained orange by the blood dunk tank he was running. DBCR was a shining sponsor of the old summer event. He smells traces of cotton candy (and blood) and sighs while his face is hidden from view. He tosses the undershirt on to the chair with the other pieces of his work outfit and turns around. "It's neat, right? I can't exactly remember when I got it, but it moves just like...His."

Carlos's brain starts backlogging information. Kevin's gaunt figure, scent, the many scars and still open wounds, his usage of the word 'neat', and the faint gold depiction of wings that, true to his word, are moving. They seem stiff, individual feathers stretching back to full plumage. And although they are not quite as sentient as Cecil's tentacles, they seem to shiver with fear. Carlos traces the sunset arc across Kevin's shoulder blades, feeling the slightest singe on his finger. Unlike with Cecil's markings, he could not keep his hands on the heated skin, not without lab gloves or giving off wrongful impressions of intimacy. "Can you materialize them?"

"I... don't know?" The wings ache each time he tries to move them. Their unfurling requires the energy of a younger Kevin, one who has not been physically shackled to a desk and forced to read out stock reports.

Carlos scratches his five o'clock shadow (he had just started growing it out before getting stuck in a dimension where nothing changes) and 'hmms' thoughtfully. Kevin's third eye spectates Carlos' scrutinizing, he sees his own body tinge red with increased blood flow, and he sees Carlos stab himself in the hand with a scalpel.

"CARLOS! Are you okay?" He moves his vision to get a better look at the wound. Oh, how the blood oozes and gathers to start building a scab and how expertly trained on the location of certain vital internal parts Carlos must be in order to still be standing right now. He bites his lip and draws blood there too. He tastes it and wonders what Carlos' would taste like.

"Kevin. Your wings- they're- astounding." The third eye whips back around to see its body's wings in all their gold tinged glory for the first time in years. Unlike their inked form, the manifested wings are a stark white that ignore whatever lighting conditions surround them, although the tips of each feather still shine a golden glow.

"They...they are. But, how did you get them out? I was, um, distracted."

"Oh, right! Well, Cecil's tentacles can involuntarily manifest when he's excited, and I know you like blood, so I stabbed myself. I can't actually do any damage, the Otherworld will just heal it. Look-" Carlos raises his hand to where he thinks Kevin's looking, showing the complete lack of a scar or scab on his palm, "I'm not hurt. And-" he squints as he walks closer to his lab partner's wings, "These are just stunning. The way they emit pure light is mind-boggling and makes them really hard to look straight at. Can you fly with them?"

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Kevin freezes while his body feels a rush of heat never before known. He sees the endless sky outside the Otherworld lab, with zero smog clouds and just one ever present lighthouse. He sees himself next to the red light, wishing it a good morning, and diving off the railing. He sees his town, his new town, from a perspective unlike those of his spectral eye. The masked army looks like regularly sized people and Carlos looks like a very scientific ant. He lands next to his radio station and he folds his wings back together before he lets them dissolve back into the golden tattoo under his magenta DBTCR tank top, the same color he used to see the world through. He opens the door and the vision dissolves too.

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"I can try."

#yes this is a weird exploration into Kevin's independence after Strex #I'm not great with deeper meaning writing #explanations of my Kevin: #he only has his third eye which is a third person view so he can move it around #Cecil's tattoos are purple but become void black with purple tips. they're also chilled to the touch #Kevin's regular eyes (the ones Strex scooped) were magenta like Cecil's (a mixture between pink and purple) #the Carlos stabbing himself scene is possibly the funniest thing I've written #i do NOT remember how the ohhhh-kay is supposed to sound. don't ask #i wanted to reference my weather fic where i said DBT is 76 degrees. i am an idiot because body temperature is higher than air temperature #tw injury #tw blood #wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv fanfic #wtdb #carlos the scientist #kevin wtdb #kevin wtnv #kevlos but onesided but also Kevin doesn't know he's in love #desert otherworld

[janis-1987]

Cecilos week, day 1

First Meeting Cecil had been dying for a chance to talk to the cute new scientist who had arrived in town just a few days ago. Normally, he was really good at just happening to run into people that he wanted to see. But for some reason, Carlos was different. He didn’t want it to feel like he was stalking him, of course, he knew that could come across as creepy rather than endearing, it’s how he had scared off a past potential boyfriend after all. So, he decided that maybe it was best for him to just hope that he would run into Carlos naturally. 

Today was like any other day really, Cecil had just finished his shift at the station and had ran out the door to avoid anyone that may have been coming after him should he have accidentally said too much about something. He would have time for reeducation later, right now, he really just wanted to meet with Carlos. He gribs the fabric handle of his satchel as he makes his way to Nightvale Community College, the station needed a new intern after the last one got pulled through a mirror and trapped in the mirror world. Cecil had warned them that the mirrors were covered for a reason, some people just don't listen. That, and a reminder on his phone popped up reminding him that he was supposed to be a guest speaker there today. 

He picked up his pace, holding his cat ear headband on his head as he ran down the street, he did not want to lose that again. He waves to a few friends as he rushes down the streets, taking a few less than ideal back ally shortcuts to get there in time. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he enters the college.  Cool air hits his face, a nice feeling after running in the sweltering heat outside. He makes his way into a bathroom, he was glad he had enough time to change before he had to go into the class, it would have been embarrassing to enter the class looking a mess. He doesn’t look at the uncovered mirrors of the bathroom as he rushes to get into a stall. He removes his Hawaiian shirt and leather pants. Instead opting to change into his extra long jorts with a pair of matte silver leggings and his black poncho. He steps out of the stall, still stuffing his clothes into his satchel as he makes his way out of the bathroom.  He knew he was going to be a little late as he speed walks down the hallway to the Communications department. When he saw him, Carlos. He was standing in a group of people, talking in hushed tones about something most likely scientific, his perfect dark black hair tied in a loose ponytail. Cecil feels his heart rate speed up, and he does everything in his power to appear as normal as possible. Their eyes meet and Carlos gives Cecil a cordial nod, and he nods back. Still in a rush to get to his lecture. 

His lecture takes about two hours, and he had to admit, he was more than a little distracted, hoping he would get to see the handsome scientist after his lecture finished. But despite that, he really did try to focus, this lecture was important to him. As soon as it's over, he chats with the professor as the students filter out and then finally he is free to leave. 

He walks back down the hallway he came in, and his heart sinks slightly as he sees that Carlos is no longer in the hallway. He had expected that of course but it still was a little disappointing to have not gotten the chance to talk with him. 

That’s when he hears him, his voice like music to Cecil’s ears. He smiles and feels giddy childlike excitement as he hears him talking in someones office a few doors down, and his first thought is to hide. But before he gets the chance, Carlos is in the hallway. 

Cecil wants to say something, anything, but for once in his life he finds himself at a loss for words. 

Luckily for him, Carlos speaks first, “Hey, you like science?” He asks in that voice that could make Cecil melt in seconds flat. 

His voice remained firmly caught in his throat, he couldn't say a word, his brain racing as he tries to speak, he didn’t want to make it awkward and without his voice all he can do is nod.

“You wanna see something scientifically interesting?” He asks, his deep brown eyes sparkling in the florescent light, he brushes a strand of curly hair that had come loose out of his face. 

Again, Cecil’s voice failed him and all he could do was nod. Carlos smiled at him and lead him up the back stairs of the Earth Science Building, taking him to the roof. 

As once they arrive at the top, Carlos points to a field at the edge of town, were a hazy column of darkness stretched from the middle of the field into the sky. 

“What is that?” Cecil asked, finally finding his voice. 

“I’m not sure, but it can only be seen from this exact angle and distance, watch.” Carlos explains as he takes two steps to the right, Cecil following his lead, and it was gone. They took two steps back to the left and it was back. Their feet fell into perfect unison, like a small barn dance, between just the two of them. Cecil couldn’t help the smile on his face, this was amazing in his eyes, he was getting to spend time with the man he had fallen head over heels for, and he wasn't making it weird. 

“That is scientifically interesting,” he said, worried he might be overselling his interest. He then continues, “you can also see my apartment building from here. It's always there. It doesn't disappear.”

Carlos looked over the town and then back to Cecil and asked, “Which one is it?” 

Cecil pointed it out, it wasn’t very interesting in his opinion, just a normal building with a green roof. 

Carlos nods his head, and smiles as he looked at Cecil, “That has a nice roof. Good shingles.” Cecil couldn't help but smile, he wanted to talk more, he wanted to at least get his number, but Carlos got up, his phone buzzing, “I have to go to a meeting. It was nice talking to you Cecil.” 

“It was nice talking to you too.” Cecil says with a smile. He stays on the roof a little longer, he didn't want to make it weird by going down the stairs at the same time, plus, he liked the view. But after he felt like enough time had passed, he made his way down the stairs, and decided to head home, still beaming over the compliment Carlos had given him. The first compliment Carlos had given him.

#cecilos week 2023 #cecilos #wtnv cecil #cecil palmer #cecil gershwin palmer #welcome to night vale #welcome to nightvale #wtnv #wtnv fanfic #wtnv cecil palmer #wtnv carlos #carlos the scientist #welcome to nightvale fanfiction #based on a door ajar part 2 #wtnv ep 125

[fluctuating-fanby]

affectionate sprawling (~2K words) by Vince_Mondragon Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Carlos/Kevin/Cecil Palmer Characters: Cecil Palmer, Carlos Robles, Kevin (Welcome to Night Vale) Additional Tags: Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Coital Cuddling, Implied Sexual Content, Domestic Fluff, certified catboy Cecil Palmer, Sleepy Cuddles, Established Relationship, No Beta We Die Like NVCR Interns

Summary: Cecil is much like a cat, in the sense that his favorite place to sleep is sprawled on top of someone he loves. His boyfriends are more than happy to let him.

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Have some Kevcilos fluff :D

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv fanfic #cecil palmer #carlos the scientist #wtnv kevin #kevcilos #fluff #vince writes stuff

[mothheart]

super early to post this but, here's my first contribution for valetober! for days 23-24: favorite arc (a fragile reality.) mind the tags for content warnings

#apparently this is about as long as i could wait to post lol #wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv fanfic #valetober #valetober2023 #v nervous to post in main tags but. here we go #miles writes

[nightvale-radio]

kevin's strex-issued collar is having issues.

this story contains graphic violence! please read the tags

#wtnv #kevin wtnv #wtnv fanfic #i wrote this on impulse. enjoy

[davepetacreates]

Current Writing Projects:

Keeping Vigil -- Davekat vigilante au with triple identity shenanigans. In progress, updates sporadically.

Appearified -- Bro gets switched with a Dirk from another timeline. Now he has to learn how to function as a human being again. Meanwhile, in the timeline he left behind, a very bewildered Dirk has to fix his reputation and find out what happened to Dave and how to set him back on track. In progress, updates frequently.

Ophelia -- Davekat Humanstuck prom au. What's better to do at prom than take a person you've known for barely an hour to Dairy Queen? In progress, updates rarely. Written for @hopefullyababe .

Welcolme to Night Vale -- A Welcome to Night Vale ripoff I've been making in a Discord server with some friends. Now with overly gratuitous Homestuck references. Updates weekly if everything's going well.

#homestuck #davepeta writes #davekat #hom3stuck #writing #wtnv fic #wtnv #welcome to col vale #writers on tumblr #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #homestuck fanfic #wtnv fanfic #humanstuck #vigilante #superhero #Prom fic

[worldendercharles]

he's the smiling god's little meow meow

#wtnv kevin #kevin desert bluffs #wtnv #wtnv fanfic #welcome to desert bluffs #kevin wtdb #He's my little princess and ritual sacrifice and Princess Andromeda and just some guy and he's so very edible and he's also my wifê #He's my cannibal girl best friend #Tw blood

[queersinmyphone]

Pspspspspsp I made a fic

#welcome to night vale #wtnv cecil #cecil gershwin palmer #cecil palmer #desert bluffs #welcome to desert bluffs #wtnv kevin #kevin desert bluffs #kevin wtdb #wtnv fanfic