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there'll always be a few things, maybe several things (that you're going to find really difficult to forgive) by escapeoke
Fandoms: Chernobyl (TV 2019)
16 Mar 2025
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There was a sound, and now there isn’t.
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“You’ll have to forgive an old soldier his habits. But this is how it goes on the front, Valera.” He moved his hand in a sweeping gesture between the two of them. “We look after each other. So that the work can keep getting done.”
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Valery Legasov, brilliant and solitary scientist, lives surrounded by what is never spoken: in laboratories, in empty hallways, in thoughts left unsaid. Boris Shcherbina, hardened statesman, appears to be his opposite—loud voice, imposing presence. Yet between them, during and after Chernobyl, a quiet and unshakable bond takes root.
In a world that erases names and rewrites memory, all that remains is the trace of gestures, a voice on tape, a hammock still swaying in the wind.
A love never spoken, yet perfectly clear. A loyalty that defies time, guilt, and death.[...] “Maybe… because I know you’ll leave. Or maybe I will. Or both” Boris says quietly, like a confession. “And it scares me that the memory of you… of us, might be enough for me. More than your presence.”
Valery doesn’t answer. He looks at him. One of those looks that weighs heavy, holding back every word that wants to burst out but doesn’t dare.
“I don’t want to be a memory” he murmurs after a long pause. “But I don’t know if I know how to be anything else. Not in this world. Not in the life we’ve been given.” -
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This is a translation of a long fanfic - the 'slow build' tag is the most relevant of all;) The action takes place directly after events of third season - Sherlock goes back to London to find out who and why put Moriarty's face on all the screens in England... but things he discovers are definitely not what he has expected.
Mostly slow-build Sheriarty with bits of one-sided Johnlock. -
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And then Hawk understood Tim’s instructions. The thick smoke clouded his senses and he inhaled like Tim told him to, pointedly not focusing on the faintest brush of Tim’s bottom lip against his own.
He held the smoke in for a second or two because he felt like that’s what he was supposed to do, and then he blew it out, taking a deep breath of fresh air.
When he opened his eyes, Tim was watching him. His fingers were still sunk in Hawk’s hair. “Not bad?” he asked.
“Again?”
______Or, Tim gets Hawk to loosen up a bit.