He doesn't know his name anymore, but he doesn't think there's anybody out there who really cares what his name is, so what does it matter? And then there's Carlos.

It was raining when Carlos arrived back in Night Vale. He didn't know made Night Vale let him in, when it had previously shut him out, but he did know one thing: There is someone who needs all of his attention right now.

When he was a boy, Carlos found an old well. When he was a boy, his father died. Now, as an adult, he has found his way to Night Vale, where a strange man who seems to know everything about him lives. What does he want, and will Carlos live to find out? (crossposted on wattpad)

No one wants to tackle the pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen. Luckily Cecil has a plan.

Never question the town you live in. Never.

An experience in public school...in Nightvale

A boy who loves his town. Memories of childhood and friendships. And death.

Andrew falls into trouble during his first day at NVHS, but ends up getting help from a new friend.

Just some Cecilos one shots. Open to any suggestions for my favorite gay beans. Rated M for later smut, if there is smut in a chapter the title will say (smut) after the name.

[One-shot] Is a special day in Desert Bluffs, but, most of all, is a special day for the local radio host.

It's raining in the desert, and no one is safe. Plus, an editorial on family and a special report from Intern Kareem. (Or, a pseudo-episode where Cecil tries to take a mental health day after Episode 98, goes in to deliver an emergency broadcast, and ends up using the power of salt to fake a show 'til he makes it because Night Vale just doesn't "get" mental health days, y'know?)

After listening to Cecil's broadcast in Cassettes Carlos heads straight to Cecil's apartment, where Cecil is adamant that it was not him on those tapes.

"Terrible things happen, Carlos. They happen all the time. I know you think Night Vale is terrible and the rest of the world is safe, but even I know enough about the world to question how true that is." A terrible thing has happened, and Carlos turns to his new boyfriend for comfort. Set early Season 2.

Drabble collection written and created by 1337kitsune and Kasena. Comprised of a multitude of AUs, often centering around the relationship between Cecil Gershwin Palmer and Carlos The Scientist.

An attempt to capture the character of Cecil Gershwin Palmer. It keeps spitting acid at me. I think I'm dying. Help.

In which the Voice of Night Vale's entity is passed to whomever the Voice interacted with before they either died or retired. Carlos was not prepared for being expected to take on the role of community radio host the very next day. But it is a responsibility he has nonetheless. He dedicates the broadcast in its entirety to Cecil Gershwin Palmer, because Cecil is always the news.

Cecil's had a strange day but it's nothing that can't be fixed by a peaceful evening (ft. soup gone wrong, warm cuddles, and clock discussions) with his favourite scientist… Enjoy!

Sometimes Cecil didn't remember him. Carlos decided not to let that stop them from having a good night. He just had to get a little creative.

After one long year away Carlos finally arrives back in Night Vale. While distracting himself from the wait to see his boyfriend he gets the chance to explain to his not quite family exactly how he managed to escape the desert other world.

Written for Kinktober day 15. Prompt: uniforms. (lab coats count as uniforms)

Written for Inktober Day 15. Prompt: I propose to you.

Carlos has returned home from the Desert Otherworld, but the weirdness of Night Vale won't give Cecil a chance to stop and celebrate.

Cecil has a very important question to ask his boyfriend on their anniversary. A Cecilos Oneshot of pure fluff.

She's a hardened warrior. They're a multi-dimensional monster trapped in a library. Will love cross all boundaries? Tamika Flynn/Librarian. Set before Councilwoman Flynn. I do not own Welcome to Night Vale, nor will I make any money off of this story.

The Night Vale Orphanage is under construction.