So…now I completely understand why you all love this book so much. It touched me so emotionally in parts…I felt so much for him. It took me way longer to read since I had it to put aside sometimes.
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just finished radio silence
guess who’s going to be unbearable for the next two weeks
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Can I just be a butterfly and fly away from society? Please if one day you can fly let me go with you!!!
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what if daniel is the one who told dr. afolayan about the universe city episode 👀
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home - Ellienerd14 - Radio Silence - Alice Oseman [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters:
1/1
Fandom:
Radio Silence - Alice Oseman
Rating:
General Audiences
Warnings:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships:
Frances Janvier & Aled Last, Dae-Sung “Daniel” Jun/Aled Last
Characters:
Frances Janvier, Dae-Sung “Daniel” Jun, Aled Last, Lana Janvier
Additional Tags:
Canon Compliant, February Friday 2026, Friendship, Aled and Frances being besties
Series:
Part 20 of Ellie’s Osemanverse Fics
Summary:
“I couldn’t believe how much I seriously loved Aled Last, even if it wasn’t in the ideal way that would make it socially acceptable for us to live together until we die.”
The homes that Aled and Frances share. Because they should get to live together until they die.
Written for February Friday 2026. Week 2- Found Family | Friendship | Love
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Letters for you…
February 14, 2026
“My head hurts…” I feel the dark blue sea.
In it I see you, I think I would isolate myself here with you in November, the pink clouds are beautiful.
The blue seems to lighten. Not much.
The mail has already passed by the sea.
I feel something passionate on the 14th, because it’s the day of
February, everyone loving each other, pink, red, like blood, like free birds.
Sorry, my head hurts, I need time, maybe the water is now red, now blue, now orange, I don’t know. Where is November?
Signed: Vertigo
To: November
P.S.: This hurts. It hurts a lot. The 11 letters aren’t enough. They’re floating away.
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I ordered a drawing tablet :3 it will be here in around a week (then we making fan art baby :D, aled last my precious blond boy you’re first)
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HELLO, UNIVERSE CITY !
THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOU—
-s anyone listening ? I don’t have much time before—
PLEASE STA—
-soon. The trees are-*static*
—EDULED MAINTENANCE. AND AS ALWA—
-finding *static* colors again
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I went to a club last night.
Daniel called. @aled–last was drunk.
He ended up sleeping in my bed.
I promise I’m not a stalker.
( No, we did not make out)
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Aleds mum is literally the worst parent in the world!! I literally hate her!
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EXCERPT #116:
Hello. I hope somebody is listening.
[…]
Adhil and I have been going on recon missions near the wall to ensure everything goes as smoothly as possible when we bring Adhafera with us.
He tends to blend into the shadows seamlessly, like a patch of dark sky simply slipping back into place, until he surges out again, twinkling stars in his eyes like a cat that’s about to catch its prey. He puts my own hiding abilities to shame, and you know how good I am at hide and seek, old sport.
It’s been exceedingly useful, having him with me on these runs. We managed to get closer than ever before to the wall, but we did not notice anything out of the ordinary: the cyborg sentinels were there, the dusty ground beat by their constant passing and going, the buildings scarce, the escapes scarcer.
We made it as far out in the open as we could without putting everything at risk; it will have to suffice for Adhafera’s ears, if we manage to bring them that far.
Tonight, we will all go.
They’re impatient to get out of our hide out, and I can tell even Adhil is getting restless. But he knows how dangerous this is. The risk is abominably high. It’s insanity for us to even try this, trust me, old sport, I know.
Yet something compels me to go through with it. Like an avalanche, I feel as though now the motion has been set, it cannot be stopped. I cannot remember what sent the first snowball rolling, but we’re halfway down the mountain now, with nothing else to do but keep falling.
I must go now; report back later.
Farewell, old sport. And February, if you’re listening—this was all for you.
