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Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by Faith Wood (faithwood)
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
04 Aug 2011
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It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.
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Work-Life Balance is Not A Thing by catbrainedschemes
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
26 Jul 2020
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“Is it the salary,” Lan Zhan asks, head tilting in a question.
He looks gorgeous and Wei Ying hates him for it.
“No, the compensation is very generous.”
“The hours,” Lan Zhan guesses, and that gives Wei Ying an idea.
“Yeah, the hours are too much,” he says, putting on his whiny voice, “I’m still in my twenties, you know? I want to go out and eat with my friends, and, and maybe find a boyfriend and get married, have a few kids, adopt some cats.”
Lan Zhan looks at him as if he has gone insane.
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Wei Ying resigns from his post as Lan Zhan's executive assistant.
Lan Zhan goes to great lengths to keep him.
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This Tornado Loves You by etymologyplayground
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
20 Dec 2018
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"You worry me," Lan WangJi tells him seriously. He puts his hands on Wei WuXian's knees for lack of a better place to put them. Wei WuXian places his own hands on top of Lan WangJi's, presumably to stop him from trying again to check his bandages.
"You don't need to worry," Wei WuXian says. "I swear I'm fine. I'll tell you if something feels off. You know me, I'm a huge crybaby whiner."
Lan WangJi frowns at him again. It's true that Wei WuXian can be a bit of a crybaby, but only about injuries that don't actually matter. When it's something important, like a ghost curse or a fundamentally unstable necromantic practice, Wei WuXian keeps it to himself. "Ridiculous," Lan WangJi tells him. Wei WuXian grins down at him.
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In the Jingshi, after Koi Tower.
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“Look at me,” Chan says, coming back with a wet paper towel. “Tilt your head up.”
“What? Why?” Felix asks, much preferring to hide his face in his work.
“Just look up,” Chan repeats sweetly, dropping to knee level when Felix doesn’t move. “You have paint in your hair, I was gonna get it. Is that ok?”
“Oh.” Felix positions himself towards Chan and allows him to brush through his bangs. “Thanks. I’m still not used to my hair being this long.”
Aka. Felix is an art student who keeps ending up with stuff on his face and Chan is whipped and can't stop staring at it.
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Гаррі вже збирався підводитись, коли раптом в його столик врізався чоловік, на вигляд приблизно його віку, озирнувся на мить, потім запитав:
– У тебе є хлопець?