Travel AU
A seat upgrade was literally the least they could do after canceling his flight and bumping him to the following afternoon, Remus thought huffily as he guided his rolling suitcase through the narrow aisle of the airplane.
He looked at his newly printed ticket, and realized he’d passed his row because he was so used to flying Economy or Coach or whatever they were calling it these days. Lifting his suitcase up, he stashed it in the overhead compartment and sat down in his seat. It was much wider than he ad used to and there was more room for his long legs.
There was already someone sitting in the window seat, fiddling with his phone. Remus sat down and took out his book and headphones before stashing his messenger bag under the seat in front of him.
He buckled his seatbelt, accidentally jostling the armrest and the man next to him turned toward him with a raised eyebrow,
“I’m…” Remus started but stopped short when he saw a pair of silver eyes staring at him. “Sorry,” he finished rather lamely.
The man shrugged. “It’s alright,” he said, his voice rich and posh sounding. “Are you flying alone?” he asked, taking in Remus’s restlessness as they both waited for the plane to finished boarding.
“Yes, I am…I was supposed to go yesterday but…yea. Anyway. You?” Remus said, cutting off his rambling the best he could under the penetrating gaze of this other man.
“I am…I’m on my way home from a business trip. Horribly boring,” he said, with a small smile.
“I was visiting my parents…also not a barrel of laughs,” Remus said.
“I’m Sirius,” he said, offering his hand.
“Remus,” Remus said, taking it.
It was like a dam broke. They spent the first hour of the flight talking about anything and everything. Remus could never clearly remember that conversation afterward, but it connected them as they flew across the country.
He also could never remember who made the first move, if it had been him or Sirius but soon after snacks and drinks were passed around, Sirius offered Remus half of his blanket and they curled up together to watch one of the movies. But soon enough, they were kissing like teenagers instead.
When they landed, they were reluctant to leave each other but life and responsibilities beckoned. “Can I have your number?” Sirius asked and Remus obliged. He didn’t think he’d ever hear from him again.
But then, the next day his phone rang. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” Sirius admitted. “Want to get drinks after work?”
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Person A was such a reliable and skilled blacksmith who often helped out the local wizards tower, general townsfolk, and even nobles would come to visit, that when they died, Person B, a necromancer, revived them with the approval of the local lords and townsfolk. Person A wasn’t too upset by being revived, and liked that their even more impervious to heat now and don’t need sleep anymore, but there has been a far-spreading rumor that Person B revived Person A to be their slave, against Person A’s wishes. So many a religious official has come to offer to aid Person A in moving on, and Person A always turns them down. Finally fed up with all the misinformed people coming into their shop trying to offer their ‘help’ and impeding their work since Person A has to take time to explain it to each person who comes by, Person A suggests the two go on a tour, to sell Person A’s wares and spread the news that Person B isn’t a bad person for reviving them and Person A is happy with the situation. Person B is a little anxious to leave, since not all places are welcoming of necromancers, but eventually relents.
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It is with pride I announce chapter 6 of Miscommunications Lead to Places.
The streets of Siena were empty. Robin wandered around aimlessly through the streets that suddenly seemed to carry a weight they hadn’t before. Darkness had fallen over the city. Maybe that was why she felt the way she felt. Not that the loneliness ever faded, even in the warm Italian sunlight she felt cold.
She noticed the alley, the one she had passed with Ines… some time before. She couldn’t remember when that had been. Hours? Days? Weeks?
“Robin?”
She could hear the voice echo through her mind. Was she really so far gone that she started hearing things? Was she hallucinating?
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Thank you for the ask! In honor of your gorgeous gorgeous travel fic, I'll share my idea for a "Backpackers Who Fall In Love AU."
Lexi is on an extended vacation from her terrible job as an executive assistant to a very mean producer, taking a much needed break in SE Asia with a few friends. While at the Full Moon Party in Thailand they run into her old high school crush Fez, who sells them some party drugs. Lexi decides not to partake in order to look after her friends, and throughout the night she and Fez reconnect and, on a whim, he decides to join her on the next leg of her trip. They travel through various parts of SE Asia slowly falling in love and navigating all sorts of challenges. She intends for it to just be a fling, but when the day of her flight home finally arrives, she has to decide between going back to the miserable career that might help her get ahead or a carefree life of travel with Fezco. <3
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National Geographic Day & National Seed Swap Day
Person A is working for a nature magazine in the far future where they often have to go to alien planets to get their article information. Person B is their intergalactic guide and pilot who has a hobby of collecting seeds, which led them down the path to getting hired by various nature magazines to shuttle around their journalists to various planets their hobby has made them familiar with for work.
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