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i’d let the world burn for you by sweetlolixo
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
15 Jan 2026
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The smell of blood hits Lan Zhan before he even steps inside. Wei Ying, his sweet, sweet boy, stands over Jin Zixun’s unmoving body, a knife hanging slack in his blood-slicked hand.
Lan Zhan does not ask a single thing. Stepping forward, he wraps his fingers around the knife, and eases it from Wei Ying’s trembling grip.
“Tell them I did it,” Lan Zhan says. “Tell them that it was me.”
Wei Ying can only stare as Lan Zhan proceeds to smear the blood all over himself, a sorrowful smile ghosting over his handsome features.
The words go unspoken in the air: I love you too much to ever let you bear the weight of your own sins.
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15 Jan 2026
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2. he quietly retrieves a photograph, its corners already looking slightly worn from the decade he has kept it with him. Like a soldier that’s been sent away for war, mourning lonesomely for the sweet wife that’s been left behind, Lan Zhan affectionately caresses the boy in the picture, and remembers much happier times with him. It’s a photo they’d taken when they were[...]eighteen-year-olds that didn’t know any better. Wei Ying has an arm slung around his shoulders, laughing, nagging that Lan Zhan never smiles properly for the camera…
Oh, how he loves him so. Lan Zhan has loved Wei Ying all his life. He would die for him without any hesitation; and today, he has done something almost the same[...]No one in this world would be allowed to hurt his Wei Ying; not while Lan Zhan still draws breath on this earth.
And yet, he just wishes he had the courage to tell Wei Ying himself…
Even after thirty-odd years, Lan Zhan still cannot bring himself to utter the very words.
I love you, more than life itself.
Wei Ying continues to stare back at him from the photograph with his beautifully bright silver eyes, like a physical reminder of the piece of him that Lan Zhan has had to leave behind.
I will protect you, he quietly thinks. Or die trying.
The room is oh so painfully quiet, completely devoid of Wei Ying’s laughter.
Lan Zhan knows his brother must already be working hard, moving pieces into place to secure his release. The Lans never allow one of their own to be lost.
Still, none of that matters as much.
He just hopes to be able to see Wei Ying again…
3. The tears come before he can stop them. “I’m so sorry,” Wei Ying whispers into the phone, clutching it like he was holding Lan Zhan’s hand instead.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji gently says, feeling his heart squeeze helplessly in the face of Wei Ying’s pain. “I am fine.”
His voice is coolly composed, like he hasn’t been counting down the very hours until this very visit[...]
The widely admired, untouchable Second Young Master Lan—has been dragged through the mud in a single day[...]
Wei Ying tearfully says, fingers gripping onto the glass. “What can I do? Tell me how to make it all better for you.”
Lan Wangji gazes at him with a yearning so deep it hurts—enough to steal the breath from Wei Ying’s lungs.
“You coming here is enough,” he pathetically says.
“Then I will come every day,” the words tumble out of his mouth before Wei Ying can think better of them.
For a second, Wei Ying catches the sheen of tears in those handsome golden eyes. The man can only shamefully voice out, “If it isn’t too much trouble for Wei Ying…”
4. “Lan-er shaoye,” Jin Zixuan sneers at him, with dripping condescension. “What, you’ll kill my cousin but won’t fight back?”[...]
“Oh, right,” he cruelly laughs. “Nothing fazes you except that Wei boy. You best believe he'll be the first thing I’ll look for when I get out. And when I get my hands on him, oh…” Jin Zixuan grins maniacally[...]“[...]I wouldn’t even make him bleed. I'll make him writhe underneath me, in so much pleasure…”
That does it.
Lan Zhan doesn’t ever respond to violence. But to threaten to lay a hand on Wei Ying?
In ways that Lan Zhan hasn't even gotten to do so, himself?
The Second Young Master Lan turns on his heels, and without so much as a word, pummels Jin Zixuan hard enough to send him crashing to the floor[...]
Lan Zhan may not be a murderer, but he knows how to pack a good punch. And he sure punches far harder than Jin Zixuan ever did.
[...]but the guards don’t move a single inch. They merely stand where they are, arms crossed, watching with bored expressions as if this is an inevitable outcome for messing with a Gusu Lan.
5. By the time the guards finally bother to make a show out of separating them, the message sent to the rest of the prison is loud and clear:
Second Young Master Lan is not someone to be ever trifled with.
6. “They found drugs in Jin Zixun’s system, hours before his death[...]Lethal ones, in high concentrations. When taken in high amounts, they can cause violent behaviour[...]”
“I see,” Lan Zhan returns passively.
He doesn’t care to feign even an ounce of surprise.
Lan Xichen carefully watches him, tapping a foot on the ground with much impatience. “Care to guess the name of the drug?”
Second Young Master Lan remains expressionless. “What a coincidence,” he says, “that our factories manufacture such a thing.”
Lan Xichen finally lets loose a long and tired sigh. “…Wangji.”
“Does Wei Ying know?”
Lan Zhan only cares for this one thing.
“No,” Lan Xichen promptly answers. “I made sure to keep it from him.”
“Then there is nothing more to speak of,” Lan Zhan looks right back up at him, with his piercing golden eyes. “The case is closed.”
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time after time by jilliancares
Fandoms: Deadpool - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types
14 Jan 2026
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“Please,” Peter says, followed by a sentence he never expected to come out of his mouth. “I’ll do anything.”
Deadpool stills. Peter didn’t even realize he was moving — swaying, shifting, breathing — until he stopped. “Anything?”
Or: Spider-Man needs a favor. In return, he offers to have sex with Deadpool once a week for an entire year. Any time, any place.
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15 Jan 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
1. He’s absolutely obsessed with it. He likes to squeeze it, and spread it open, and look. He keeps joking about getting Peter to call him Wade, and it only took a couple of these “jokes” for him to realize that Deadpool was actually serious. And he knows that Deadpool is desperate for his mouth.
He wants to kiss Peter so bad. Peter can tell by the way he’s constantly mouthing at him, up his neck and along his jaw and ears. It’s this obsession that makes Peter think that he can use this to his advantage, which he attempts on Payment Number Ten.
“How about this,” he says, his hand splayed in the middle of Deadpool’s chest, holding him back. They’re in one of Deadpool’s safehouses, and Deadpool was just licking his way up the side of Peter’s neck before he pushed him back. It’s the second time Peter’s been to one of his safehouses since this whole thing started, but it’s not the same one he went to before. “I’ll let you lift my mask up to my nose, but you have to forfeit ten, uh, ‘times’.”
Deadpool laughs. “Oh really?”
Peter nods.
“How about… you lift your mask up, and I’ll let you forfeit five times.”
“Let me?”
“Yeah,” Deadpool says, shaking off Peter’s hand and pulling him in close again. “Like, right now, you could say, ‘Not today, Wade, I’m busy.’ So this ‘time’ would be forfeit, but we’d still count it like it happened. You’d have to use them wisely.”
“Seven times,” Peter immediately argues.
“Five,” Wade says. “And that’s my final offer.”
Peter wavers. He knows Wade wants to kiss him, that he’s practically desperate for it. But if this is really his final offer, then Peter would be stupid not to take it. That’s five whole, fewer times he has to have sex with him.
“Fine,” Peter says, feeling like he’s done a mediocre job of negotiating. This is confirmed when Deadpool begins to laugh, grabbing Peter by the hips and forcing him toward the bed. “What’s so funny?” he snaps.
“You would’ve accepted any deal,” Wade says. “You’re desperate to kiss me.”
Peter scoffs. No, he guffaws! “What?” he blurts, so incredulous he almost can’t comprehend it. “I— you— I’m not the one who’s desperate!”
“‘Course you are,” Deadpool says. “God, I know I want it, but so do you.”
2. What can a mercenary do with a face and a first name? Is Peter in as much danger as he thinks? God, who is he kidding, Deadpool can probably get his address and his social security number with that much. The dude is scary.
He’s going to have to forfeit, he thinks. His panic is too intense, his anxiety like tenterhooks hitched inside his chest. He couldn’t possibly have sex right now, he needs to go home, needs to think.
But then what? says a voice in the back of his head. Deadpool is still going to know what he looks like, is still going to figure out his identity. What if he says Give up your forfeits, or I’ll tell everybody? God, what if he doesn’t? What if he keeps Peter on his leash forever, their deal devolving into blackmail?
3. “Nothing,” Deadpool says innocently. When Peter glares at him, he adds, “Oh, I turned it on, if that’s what you’re talking about. Do you always glare at me like that? You have really expressive eyes, did you know?”
“You can’t tell anyone,” Peter blurts.
“That Spidey has gorgeous eyes?” Deadpool says, strolling off again.
Peter glares even harder, struggling to keep up. “That — that I’m me,” he says.
“What’s your identity worth to you?” Deadpool says.
Peter stops walking again, feeling leaden and cold and terrified, and Deadpool looks over his shoulder. He rolls his eyes, which is obvious because he practically rolls his own head. “I’m joking,” he says. “Sheesh, lighten up, Pete. I wouldn’t out a baddie like that.”
“I’m not a bad guy.”
“Didn’t say you were.”
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Something Precious by diamondbruise for masked
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
13 Jan 2026
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“Hanguang-jun, do you know him?” Lan Jingyi asked, breaking the silence.
Lan Wangji’s eyes flitted easily away from Wei Wuxian to the junior, before giving a slight shake of his head.
or, everyone forgets wwx
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14 Jan 2026
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Whatever you say, gorgeous by silverynight
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
11 Jan 2026
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Pro hero Katsuki falls in love with a cute civilian after that man scolds him in front of his fans.
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"You are a pro hero, so act like one!"
Izuku groans, as he walks down the hallways during break time, heading towards the teacher's coffee room. He can't blame anyone else but himself for that one. He's been hearing his own voice for the whole day, saying that same sentence over and over, coming from the student's phones.
A video of him scolding a pro hero has become viral; it was during an official event to which Izuku had attended as a fan. A lot of pro heroes went to greet civilians, give a couple of autographs, talk about themselves and what they do for a living, answer to reporters' questions and pose for pics.
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11 Jan 2026
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1. The silence that followed wasn't awkward, but scary. Everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the pro hero's reaction, even the other heroes, his friends, looked a bit worried.
Izuku didn't move, despite knowing he was about to be cursed, insulted, hit or maybe the three of them at once. But he wasn't going to flee; he stood his ground, still narrowing his eyes at the blond.
"Baku-bro... there's no need to-"
"You're right," Dynamight cut Red Riot off, ignoring him completely. He tilted his head even more, as if he was bowing in front of Izuku. "I'm sorry. I might be an asshole, but I don't particularly enjoy scaring little brats."
The silence continued, but it wasn't out of fear this time, but complete shock. Izuku wasn't even sure he had heard right. Dynamight then put a gentle hand on teacher's back so they could both approach the children. The pro hero didn't cross the line, but he crouched down so he didn't look like the tower of a man he was anymore. He then started talking to the children, apologizing for scaring them and assuring them that he'd always be there to protect them.
Finally free from the initial shock, and realizing that a lot of people were taking a video of the moment, Izuku silently went back to the other side of the line, and finally disappeared among the crowd.
However, a lot of them managed to get on video the moment Dynamight turned around, smirking and then pouting when he realized the teacher was gone.
2. "Kacchan, why are you here?" Surprisingly, the word is easy in his lips, like the teacher has called the pro hero that nickname their whole lives.
"To ask you out, of course. I haven't stopped thinking about since I met you."
Izuku blushes even more; he's so flustered he isn't sure he can talk at the moment, but he makes an effort.
"You... you don't hate me for scolding you in front of everyone? Your fans, friends and even the reporters?"
Katsuki laughs, grinning as he pulls the sweet teacher into his arms.
"Are you kidding me? The moment I saw you, frowning at me like I wasn't Japan's number one hero, but an asshole who rightfully deserved to be scolded, I though you were the most beautiful, little angry thing I've ever seen in fucking life. Kinda wanted to marry you right then and there. You had me completely."
Izuku squeaks, burying his face in the pro hero's broad chest to hide, and then turns even more red, when he realizes what he's doing. Katsuki is watching everything with delight and adoration.
"So what do you say, gorgeous? Will you go out with me?"
"I'd love to, Kacchan."
Katsuki manages to steal a kiss before Aizawa interrupts them and kicks the pro hero out. It's alright, Izuku will see him later that same night.
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Harry isn’t especially enthusiastic about the idea of babysitting Theo Nott, even if he’s the first British diplomat to the Fair Folk in five hundred years and needs to be protected from people who don’t want to see his mission succeed. But his boss isn’t giving him a choice about it. And Theo’s glittering presence makes Harry unwillingly fascinated—and maybe something more.
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- Part 10 of More Theo/Harry in the World Project
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09 Jan 2026
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1. “And can you act as though you really love Nott? Or could?”
Harry tilted his glass at Hermione, who was sitting in a chair near the fire, with Rose asleep in a cot next to her. “He didn’t ask for love. Only lust. And sure, I can feign that pretty well. You saw what I did with that Veela ambassador a few years ago.”
“Harry…you were dating her at the time.”
“No, I wasn’t. Remember? It was an act to draw out the wizard who was stalking her. And it worked. He got so jealous that he attacked me, and I put him down, and then she was able to move on without having to look over her shoulder every second.”
“You never told us that!”
“Oh?” Harry blinked at Ron over the rim of his wineglass. “Sorry. I really thought I had.”
Ron stared at him for a second, then shook his head and collapsed against the back of his chair. “Okay. So I think you really can fool other people if you want to.”
“But you don’t want this assignment, do you?” Hermione asked, her eyes soft. “You would prefer that you didn’t have to do it at all.”
“No,” Harry agreed. “I can fool people, but I don’t really like doing it. It feels like playing into all the rumors that people used to spread about me. Still spread about me,” he added, because he might not read the Prophet anymore, but he still caught glimpses of stories in it as he walked through the Auror Department, and of course people were eager to tell him what it said. “And it seems that the times I’ve had to do this, I end up protecting haughty people who despise me for my blood. Human or Muggle, doesn’t make much difference. Not the kind of base for even a pretend relationship that I’d want.”
2. “Potter. About time you showed up.”
Harry ignored that, knowing he was precisely on time for the hour that he’d been told to attend Nott. “Are we doing the first dance, or only some of the latter ones?” he asked, as he stepped into the small antechamber off the ballroom where Nott had said to meet him. It had a mirror on one wall, and Nott was primping in front of it.
“The second dance is the only one…”
Harry raised his eyebrows. Nott had had no reason to trail off after turning around to stare at Harry, but for some reason, he had. He was gaping at Harry as if he’d never seen him before in his life, in fact.
Then again, Harry thought he knew what Nott was gaping at. After all, Harry was wearing the green robes that Madam Kelly had sold him, and his hair was the artful tangle that it got after a few drops of the potion that Hermione had given him as a Christmas gift (that had to be kept in a separate room from any other potion, and was so finicky that Harry almost never bothered with it). And Harry wore an illusion of a gold chain set with emeralds around his throat.
(Not the real thing, not when someone could cast a spell to make it choke him. But a good facsimile).
Nott gaped at him for what had to be a full thirty seconds. Harry, meanwhile, let his gaze run across the shimmering robes Nott was wearing, which would seem grey from a distance but sparkled into silver when he moved. They looked to be made of something near the same cloth that Harry had purchased. And Nott’s face was stern and pale and looked like some kind of old-fashioned king’s.
“You look nice.”
His words finally snapped Nott out of the stare. He turned back to the mirror and flung over his shoulder, “You look…acceptable.”
Harry smiled. He knew well it was more than that, but he didn’t see any reason to prod at Nott. They’d have to put on a coordinated act in the ballroom, after all. He turned to peer over his shoulder.