Amnesia fic! With bonus gay bars, somnophilia, and spies.
Aleksander doesn’t really have friends. He had doctors and nurses, then landlords and bosses; more recently he has investors and business associates and a steady rotation of assistants. But there are a few…acquaintances whose occasional company he finds not entirely intolerable. The barista at his local coffee shop is one. Despite her menial position (toward which, after even the mere weeks he spent mopping floors and emptying garbage bins, Aleksander feels pity but not express judgment), Nat has proven herself to have a mind that’s sharp and even a bit spiky: she’s not above playing little games with customers who are rude to her, affecting a wide-eyed innocence for the few minutely clever enough to catch on. Not to mention she makes a fantastic cappuccino.
OMG OMG OMG. New fic by trinityofone? And for a ship I adore? I’m all over it. Off to read ASAP XD