#adrien moskovitz

Chapters: 5/5

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher)

Characters: Prince Adrien (The Witcher), Kiyan (The Witcher)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, New Year's Fluff, Sickfic, Fireworks, situationship - Freeform

Series: Part 2 of Stray Cat

Summary: Adrien is sick, stuck in bed on New Year's Eve with a flu that’s only made worse by his mind fixating on Kiyan. After a week of unanswered messages and no sign of the man he can’t stop thinking about, Adrien is on the edge.

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Adrien hoped that after Kiyan had finally opened up a little over the holidays, maybe things would start moving in the right direction. Maybe this bizarre situationship could morph into something less undefined. But that hope had fizzled out along with his energy.

 With a heavy sigh, Adrien dragged his phone out from under the pillow for the hundredth time, staring blankly at the message screen. Their conversation thread was painfully one-sided. The last text read: “At least let me know you’re alive. Everything okay?”

 It had gone unanswered. Just like the five messages before it.

 The worst part was that Adrien’s worry wasn’t completely irrational. When he’d last seen Kiyan, the guy had looked like he’d been in a fight. Judging by the scars Kiyan already carried, it probably wasn’t unusual for him, but Adrien couldn’t shake the image. Was Kiyan ignoring him because he didn’t feel like replying? Or was he lying in some alley, beaten and broken? The thought twisted Adrien’s stomach until he felt even sicker.

 That nagging dread had driven him out night after night, hitting every bar and club in hopes of running into Kiyan the same way he had before. Instead, all he’d found was a nasty cold that had him pinned to bed on New Year’s Eve.

 Adrien knew where Kiyan lived—at least, where he’d spent Christmas Eve. But he had every reason to believe the place was just a squat and that Kiyan might not even be there anymore. And showing up unannounced at his door? That crossed the line into desperate territory, even if Adrien had considered it more times than he cared to admit.

     Please...  

 He started typing another message but stopped, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Was he really about to humiliate himself again? Probably. It wouldn’t be the first time Kiyan had made him feel like a lovesick idiot, and Adrien was sure Kiyan knew exactly how desperate he was. The realization burned, and frustration flared hot enough to make his hands shake.