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wangxianficrecs · 2 months
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Chance Meetings by miixz
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Chance Meetings
by miixz (@miixz)
G, Series, 2k, Wangxian
Summary: Sleepy as he is, he registers distantly that he has his husband’s hand on his shoulder. Unwilling to be woken up, he snuggles closer, crawling into Lan Wangji's lap and mumbling something like "Be a good husband and let me sleep a little longer, Lan Zhan. You can carry me home, right?" and kissing his neck. Lan Wangji freezes in surprise. Not expecting something like this, Lan Wangji is understandably overwhelmed and it's because of his reaction that Wei Wuxian notices that something is wrong, which wakes him up. The first thing he says is: "You're not my Lan Zhan" Also known as: the fic I wrote in a discord chat after someone asked me to elaborate on my tumblr post. Kay's comments: So cute, cute, cute! In which a talisman goes awry and future Wei Wuxian ends up in the past and gets to tease (and warn) teenage Lan Wangji. Part two of the series is teenage Wei Wuxian getting to spend one afternoon with adult Lan Wangji who makes sure to make sure Wei Wuxian knows he's loved. I really enjoyed this short series, no angst just fluff! Excerpt: Finally, Lan Wangji says, "I believe you." "Aw really? I'd have loved to keep going," Wei Wuxian teases. "I love to talk about my husband after all." The reaction is instant. He looks away, with red ears and fists holding tightly onto his robes. They spend a moment in silence then, both gathering their thoughts. "Won't this knowledge cause any harm?" "I'm pretty sure this is going to develop into a different timeline," he reassured. "And the only thing I've revealed to you about the future is our relationship, there's no need to worry about that when we're both in love already, is there?" It was probably a little mean, but it was a lot of fun to see the way this young version of his husband startled at his words. He used to be so shy. Absolutely adorable, Lan Zhan. "What? We're not-" he couldn't finish his sentence.
pov wei wuxian, pov lan wangji, canon divergence, time travel, fluff, cloud recesses study arc, post-canon, magical accidents, sweet, caring lan wangji, relationship reveal, invetor wei wuxian
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blankdblank · 1 year
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How Long Are You Going to Take? Masterlist
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Summary - One night. One favor. One man set for boot camp in the morning bent on drinking the night away finds himself enamored with the woman set to be in town just one more day who approaches him for a night on the town. That one night will carry him seventy years until he can hold her in his arms again.
Ch 1 - How Long Are You Going To Take?
Ch 2 - Dinner
Ch 3 - Beach to Cabin
Ch 4 - Wartime
Ch 5 - Reunion
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bumblepony · 9 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Last of Us (Video Games), The Last of Us (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Maria/Tommy (The Last of Us) Characters: Tommy (The Last of Us), Maria (The Last of Us) Additional Tags: POV Tommy (The Last of Us), Light Angst, Chance Meetings, Non Canon First Meeting Summary:
A memory from long ago creeps out of the recesses of his brain of a woman with beautiful brown skin, a gorgeous smile, and a commanding presence.
She’s just as beautiful as she was on that day almost seventeen years ago when he’d knocked out the man who’d attacked her while she was waiting tables at the bar.
“Maria?” Tommy asked, lowering his hands just a little.
“Yeah. Tommy, it’s me,” and there it was, that megawatt smile he remembered.
Shit, maybe his luck was turning around.
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myfaenwy · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Ezra Bridger & Kanan Jarrus, Chirrut Îmwe/Baze Malbus, Chirrut Îmwe & Kanan Jarrus, Baze Malbus & Kanan Jarrus Characters: Kanan Jarrus, Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus, Ezra Bridger, Hera Syndulla, Alexsandr Kallus Additional Tags: Chance Meetings, May the Force of Others Be with You, May the Force Be With You Summary:
A chance encounter between two blind Force users on Jehda.
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aweirdkindofyellow · 21 days
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Chasing the Missing Paths
Sometimes we cross paths with somebody and take it for granted, only to regret not finding a method to stay in contact to keep paths aligned. It could be that cute guy you sat down next to the bus or that charming girl who helped you pick up your books after you tripped in college. We’ve all had those mini crushes that we kept secret, only to forget. And so, you never see them again. You’ll remember them for a few days and then forget they ever existed, or they swarm your mind forever, making the agony worse.
But what about the people that we bump into more than once at the most random of moments? They first seem like the stranger we’ll never talk to before, but then we see them again and again. Of course, eventually there will be communication along the lines of ‘hey, I saw you that one time and that one thing’ or maybe the flirty ‘are you stalking me?’, but what if the circumstances aren’t right? What if there’s always something holding one person back?
This is a series of those events.
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naoa-ao3 · 5 months
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Taxi
Remy sat in the front seat of a yellow taxi cab with a newspaper open, pretending to read it while his eyes watched the street. He was waiting for a Mr. George Finnegan to finish his business meeting. Mr. Finnegan had a wonderful jewel collection that he would soon be relieved of. Remy was going to do the relieving.
He chewed aimlessly on a stick of gum, the busy sounds of New York surrounding him but he'd long since tuned them out. He wished Finnegan would hurry up, he planed to learn the man's daily habits by driving him around for a few days. He checked his watch, he'd been waiting for damn near two hours. He was getting antcy.
Eventually the doors to the big executive building opened and out strolled Mr. George Finnegan himself, completely unaware of the loss he was about to suffer. Remy didn't feel too bad for him, the man was a multimillionaire and his gems were securely insured.
Finnegan hailed his cab and he nearly caused an accident trying to beat another cab to meet him. The other cab driver yelled an insult at him as he almost clipped his rear bumper and he did his best impression of a Yankee cab driver in return, yelling back and giving the man a dirty gesture.
Finnegan climbed in and he hit the timer, it may not have been a real job but that didn't mean he couldn't make a little money while he was at it, over the past week he'd taken several young ladies all over town.
Finnegan gave him the address and then buried himself in his account book, ignoring his driver. Remy grinned, the more the man ignored him the easier it would be to pick him up again. People so seldom paid attention to the driver. He talked easily in a false Queens accent and babbled on about sports and teams and politics. Finnegan paid him no mind what so ever. Just what he wanted.
He dropped the man off at his apartment, a nice, upscale place with good security. Finnegan tipped him appropriately and grunted a thank you and he pulled out, back into the street just as the rain started. A few more days of this an he would have Finnegan's schedule down to perfection.
He drove down the street with the radio turned down low, almost overpowered by the falling rain. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and hummed, listening to the DJ speed talk. He switched the station to something a little more mellow. No need to get high strung. He took a corner easily and coasted, it was relaxing to drive. He was pretty sure he had the job in his pocket, there was nothing to stress about.
He saw a figure up ahead waving down his cab. It was a young woman by the looks of it, dress soaked and a scarf over her head. She waved frantically and he slowed, she darted in clumsily in the rain. "Thank God." She said.
"Where to?" He asked, fake accent still in place. "Shame about your dress."
She squeezed her hands together wringing out her evening gloves. "Melody Lane."
He cracked a grin and hoped she'd caught it in the mirror but she was looking out the window, decidedly not interested in him. Still, there was something familiar about her. He drove on for a little while longer. "You know, you look awful familiar." He finally said when he couldn't take it anymore."
She turned to look at him in the mirror and a smile seemed to come to her slowly but it was a sad smile just the same. "How are you, Remy?" She said softly.
He hesitated, it was funny how life threw you curve balls when you least expected it. "Hey Belle."
In an elegant motion she drew the scarf from her head and folded it in her lap. "I didn't recognize you." She said.
He nodded. "Me neither." He studied her face in the mirror for a moment. Once a pone a time he had cherished that face. Once a pone a time, a million life times ago he's loved that face and that voice. Maybe part of him still did but he wasn't sure.
She tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear and watched him. Her eyes looked sad.
An awkward silence filled the cab. It seemed a million years ago that he'd held her. Somewhere in a fairy tale. He'd learned about love with her and but maybe the lesson just hadn't gone very far. He watched her, it was funny how you never really forgot your first love. True he didn't love her the same way anymore and even though he hadn't had much luck lately he knew that wouldn't change.
She didn't ask him why she was in New York because he knew there was probably only one reason and he didn't want to think about it and she didn't ask him, although there were a million possibilities. She didn't even ask him what was up with the cab.
Mostly they just savored the shock of finding each others' company. Who'd have believed they'd meet on a rainy night in New York City? Remy hadn't. But the who'd have thought a grubby little pick pocket would meet the little princess of the Assassin's Guild.
Oh, once a pone a time he'd be able to drive her wild and she him but that was along time ago and if they didn't have anything to talk about it was best they didn't talk about the past. There was too much pain there.
He was nearing her Melody Lane and she was looking out the window. He didn't ask if it was where she was staying. Really there wasn't much to talk about. Whatever they'd had once was long gone.
He stopped the car in front of a large house and she lingered outside the drivers' window looking at him with a faint expression like she was seeing something from long ago and maybe he was too. Then she reached inside her purse and handed him a crumpled fifty It hadn't even been a twenty dollar fare.
She leaned in and he thought for a minute that she was going to kiss him but then she whispered: "Remy, keep the change." She'd just wanted to be close again, just for the briefest of seconds.
Then she turned and walked away into the night. He watched her go and tucked the bill into his shirt. For a split second he was angry with her and the world but then he was only angry with himself and then he wasn't angry at all because there wasn't really anything to be angry about. She hadn't come looking for love and neither had he.
And really both of them had what they wanted, he had freedom and she was the leader of her Assassin's Guild. There wasn't anything else to it. They'd had their shot.
He put the cab in reverse and backed away. He had another long day ahead of him.
Through the too many miles and the too little smiles I still remember you.
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anna-scribbles · 3 months
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inspired by recent events from my sister’s actual real life
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ofswordsandpens · 7 months
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I know Percy's desperately trying to escape the godly world but not only do I think the gods aren't going to leave percy alone once he's in New Rome, I also think Percy's in the situation now where he can't refuse at all because like, if he was in the mortal world at a mortal college he at least would be able to try and be like "sorry I can't do a quest right now I've already used up my three excused absences this semester try again in the spring :/" but in New Rome? They will be like "Percy! It is an honor to be hand-selected for a quest. And by the gods no less! Stars above, you should be grateful! I don't know what your little greek camp has taught you but here in Rome, we respect the gods' requests. Your absence will be excused. Now go."
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fluffyartbl0g · 11 months
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I know this probably sounds crazy,,, but i used to wear a hat almost exactly like that one!!!
WUH?! THAS INSANE!!!!
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patrick47 · 1 year
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Angel On My Wing
[American Airlines Gate Attendant. Caitlin. Photo is mine. The smile is hers.] “Collect Moments, Not Things” Gate #7 was nearly full at the Key West Airport. Mariam snagged two seats, probably using her charm. I would have picked a place to sit and made obnoxious remarks to anyone nearby until they moved. That’s what you do when you’re a seasoned traveler like me. Once she was settled I went…
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jonnywaistcoat · 16 days
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Mr. Waistcoat, there's a rather heated discussion about this question on hellsites such as Twitter & Tiktok, and I thought your opinion might be a valuable contribution.
Would you rather stumble across a bear or a man when alone in the woods?
Wish you a lovely day (preferably not alone in the woods),
drumla
This is a very bizarre question that I can only put down to the likelihood that the majority of Twitter/Tiktok users don't regularly go walking alone in the woods, 'cause, uh, you do meet people (including men), pretty regularly. And it's fine. Maybe you say hi or give each other a nod as you pass, but basically no-one is actually lurking in the woods with sinister intent. When you meet someone, chances are they are also just taking a walk. It's not impossible the encounter might be unpleasant, I suppose, but it's a pretty tiny possibility.
A bear, on the other hand... Depending on the type of bear, that's an encounter that has a comparatively high chance of going sideways.
I suppose my view might be slightly skewed by being a British man - passing other people in the woods generally only requires a nod of acknowledgement, whereas in a lot of other cultures (especially much of the US) I suspect the expectation of being drawn into small talk is much higher, which might be awkward or irritating. But still, y'know, better than a bear.
But yeah, 99% of the time neither the woods, nor people walking within them, are dangerous or scary, and I think the folks debating this question should get off social media and take a woodland walk, cause walking alone in the woods rules actually!
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i will give the animators 12 american dollars if this is how the inevitable final faceoff with Striker goes down
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randomnote · 1 year
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Kafka on the shore, Haruki Murakami
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tiffanyachings · 2 months
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i love tlt because i get to be like yes i am aware this character has died not once but twice. now pray tell me what page of alecto is she gonna show up
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animepopheart · 7 months
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★ 【@pixiescout】 「 仕立て屋で 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter
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catsafarithewriter · 9 months
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v tired of coming out to ppl who are familiar and accepting of the aroace term, who then still turn around and say "yeah but you might still one day meet someone, right?" like I promise you most aspec ppl are aware it's an option, but it's still rude
I get you're trying to be supportive, but it still comes off as "don't worry, perhaps you're not really aroace/broken"
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