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Revenge is a Side Dish Best Served With Tea by merakily
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
20 Aug 2020
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Despite popular opinion, Lan Wangji is actually:
1. Terrible at diplomacy
2. Surprisingly vengeful
3. A master of holding grudgesFive times Lan Wangji gets his petty revenge + one time Wei Wuxian calls him out
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1. He emphasizes both Wei Ying’s name and the comb, ensuring that his shufu cannot avoid the connection between Wei Wuxian and Wangji’s intention to grow old with Wei Wuxian[...]
Lan Wangji chooses to outwardly ignore the discourtesy to his husband and cultivation. It is already something he is well practiced in. Inwardly, he tucks this knowledge into his heart and will remember this slight until it is remedied[...]
“You are only encouraging Wei Wuxian’s worst impulses,” Lan Qiren huffs. Wangji’s eyes narrow, but he says nothing as Lan Qiren continues[...]
“If,” Wangji pauses, emphasizing the uncertainty for plausible deniability, “Wei Ying and I pass by the tea merchant, we will retrieve the tea.”
After all, Caiyi is a significant trade hub and a rather big town. It would be presumptuous to guarantee that they will be able to go out of their way to pick up Shufu’s tea and return to Cloud Recesses before curfew.
Besides, it is loquat season and it has been over a week since Lan Wangji last spoiled Wei Ying with a basket of fresh loquats.
And if Lan Wangji goes out of his way to ensure he and Wei Wuxian never venture within half a li of the tea merchant, then he is still not lying when he tells Lan Qiren that they did not see the tea merchant in Caiyi.
2. during those three months when Wei Ying was suffering alone in the Burial Mounds, Lan Wangji and Jiang Wanyin didn’t quite get along. Their entire relationship then was loving Wei Ying more than they despised each other.
Then Jiang Wanyin drove Sandu into that cliff atop the Nightless City and Lan Wangji still has nightmares about that night.
And logically, Lan Wangji knows that it is not all Jiang Wanyin’s fault, that there are far more complex factors in the deterioration of Jiang Wanyin’s relationship with Wei Wuxian that neither of them can be blamed for[...]
(It doesn’t help that Jiang Wanyin is also the reason for Wei Ying’s descent into the heretical path, into cultivating resentful energy. Even if Wei Ying’s ideas about demonic cultivation were already extant, it is the absence of a golden core that made this downfall a necessity.)
3. Lan Wangji now knows far more about Jiang Wanyin than Jiang Wanyin knows about him. Sometimes, in the late nights when neither of them can fall asleep after their everyday marital duties, Wei Ying will tell Lan Wangji stories of his life in Lotus Pier. There are holes in his memory, wide gaps that pull at Lan Wangji’s heartstrings every time he sees Wei Ying’s face fall when he can’t remember the colour of Jiang Yanli’s hairpin or the number of kites he shot down on a sunny afternoon.
But, Wei Ying still remembers enough to have quietly whispered one night about how a much younger Jiang Wanyin would secretly throw slices of bitter melon into the lake whenever it was served.
Wangji had simply smiled at the time and teasingly said, “do not be wasteful,” which only made Wei Ying laugh harder. With his head tucked comfortably into the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck, Wei Ying had fallen asleep unaware that he had inadvertently armed his husband with the knowledge of both Jiang Wanyin’s secret sweet tooth and his distaste for bitter foods.
4. What Sect Leader Jiang also does not know is that shortly after receiving the missive from Lotus Pier, Lan Wangji went to the tea merchant in Caiyi to purchase the bitterest Kuding tea leaves -- shipped directly from Chengdu -- that were in stock.
“Is the tea to Sect Leader Jiang’s liking?” Wangji asks because he is having the time of his life watching Jiang Wanyin pretend as though each sip of Kuding tea is not slowly draining his will to live.
5. The best part of this meeting is that Jiang Wanyin genuinely believes Lan Wangji serving Kuding tea is a benign coincidence.
(It is not deceitful if Lan Wangji genuinely does want Jiang Wanyin to be healthy. By no means does Lan Wangji care for Jiang Wanyin. But, Wei Ying still cares very much and it is not Lan Wangji’s place to dictate Wei Ying’s relationships.
So even if he still hates Jiang Wanyin a little bit, Lan Wangji wants him to be well so Wei Ying will not be sad.)
6. “Jin Ling needs a bad influence in his life. Someone needs to teach him how to get in trouble.”
More often than not, Lan Wangji accompanies him to Carp Tower under the guise of a conveniently timed diplomatic matter or a sudden need to address a small border village afflicted by low-level spirits. It is not implausible that the Chief Cultivator would have to spend so much time in Lanling to clean up Jin Guangyao’s books.
(If Wangji is being honest, there really is not much to be cleaned up. Jin Guangyao’s books are surprisingly clean, his intentions clearly documented and his intentions to divert funds for the poorest villages just as evident. It is a shame that no one will ever believe it.)
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This is a series of short pieces exploring various ideas about Harry traveling back in time to Tom Riddle’s schooldays. Some are gen, some slash, and some have more warnings than others. I’ll be posting one a day between the summer solstice and the first of August.
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25 Jun 2026
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5) Abraxas Malfoy couldn’t believe he was having to spell this out. Tom Riddle was usually quick to see and take advantage of any admiration, fondness, or even jealousy that someone felt towards him. It was one reason he was so terrifyingly brilliant. But with Harry Potter, this new student who had appeared out of nowhere in the middle of sixth year? Tom seemed oblivious.
Tom squinted at Abraxas. “What?” he said very slowly.
Abraxas sighed and leaned against the wall of the dungeon corridor they’d been traversing, grateful for the chance to rest his limbs. Tom’s half-powered curses were still painful. “Yes. Potter avoids your company, he turns red whenever he sees you, he shouted Orion down just because he was talking about you the other day, and there’s the fact that he’s a Gryffindor and you’re a Slytherin. He could hardly admit he prefers you to his Housemates, could he? So the repressed feelings spill out when he sees you at meals or in classes.”
“Do you think so? What are the other signs?”
Abraxas would have liked to put a hand over his eyes, but this was hopefully the only time he would ever have to explain something like this to Tom, so he forged ahead regardless. “He mutters Riddle under his breath in a very passionate way. If he’s not turning red over you, he’s turning pale. He’s always sneaking looks at you when he thinks no one is watching. He looked absolutely shocked when Druella told him that lots of people wanted to date you; he probably hoped he had a chance. And he tripped over himself when you laughed.”
“I—hadn’t noticed.”
Abraxas thought he might understand why, now. Tom had described Potter as a threat, even though Abraxas didn’t see how a Gryffindor who had been lucky to get a place in a magical school when he seemed to never have attended one could be a threat. But Tom might have been looking for deep and subtle signs of hostility that would have kept him from seeing the obvious signs of love.
“Thank you, my friend.” Tom nodded, his face relaxing. “I’ll have to change my strategy towards Potter now that I know how he truly feels. At least I’ve wasted no more than a week.” He gave Abraxas a smile that might have made him lose his own head had he not known what lurked underneath it. “You will be rewarded appropriately.”
Off Tom sauntered, and Abraxas sighed a little as he trailed behind. Hopefully, the terrible clumsiness and attempts at concealing his crush from Potter would stop soon, now that Tom was aware of their true cause.
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Harry is the quiet brother of Leo Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. His parents love and adore them both, but no one else does. Harry has to wrestle with his jealousy of Leo, a genuinely good person, while remaining loyal to his parents and wishing one other person would just notice him. Which is why Barty Crouch, Jr., focusing on him is so tempting. Harry knows that Barty’s just there to try and gain access to his brother—but he’s going to pretend otherwise, for as long as he can.
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- Part 1 of From Litha to Lammas 2026
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23 Jun 2026
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1. But now I think Scrimgeour is jumping at shadows that aren’t there. He wants something to happen so badly that he’s imagining things are happening, you know?”
I do know. For example, I’ve imagined dying, but then you would be the star of my own funeral, the Boy-Who-Lived sobbing his eyes out about the death of his twin. No, thanks.
2. “You know that you can always come and talk to me about anything you feel, right? If you have a secret girlfriend or if you distrust the Minister or—anything? I don’t want you to feel shut out just because I talk to some other people more.”
Harry gave him a tight smile. “Of course.”
But he’d carried secrets from his brother from the time they were five years old, the first time Harry could remember looking at Leo surrounded by gaping and nodding adults and thinking, Why don’t they ever pay attention to me, too? The secrets weren’t going anywhere, and neither was Harry’s need to guard them.
And neither was Leo.
3. Despite the pressure of the air and the ground streaming towards him like a crashing wave, Harry grabbed the Snitch and pulled out of the dive with less than a meter separating him from the grass and less than a centimeter from the metal pole next to him, laughing hysterically.
“Good job, Harry!”
Harry snapped back up on and saw Dad applauding on his own broom. Mum was standing on the deck in back of the house and applauding, too.
And for a perfect moment, it was just them, and Harry, and the Snitch, and the sunshine in his hair.
4. “Any time that you want me to come, just write an invitation on the parchment,” he said. “It’s indestructible and will grow if we need space for the messages. And no one except you can see it.”
“Where in the world did you learn a spell like that?”
For some reason, Crouch’s smile was unhappy, when, given his answer, Harry would have thought that he’d be proud of the distinction. “My lord invented it. He taught it to me when I first joined his circle. He invented many spells. He was a genius, in his time.”
5. “Harry, you don’t have to be rude,” Hermione said, leaning over to frown at him. “You could just tell Leo that you don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well, I did that, and he said that I had to talk about it because of operational security.” Harry made his voice just as earnest and breathless as Leo had in that moment, and Hermione gasped a little and turned around in her seat to look at Leo.
“You didn’t!”
“Who he’s dating could be important so that he doesn’t accidentally betray us, Hermione!”
What about on purpose? Harry thought, and drank some pumpkin juice[...]
Hermione had her arms folded, and her hair was crackling with sparks, which hadn’t happened since their first term in school. “Why are you so worried about him doing it? Why does he have to restrict who he dates? Why aren’t you worried about Ron and his constantly failing attempts to find love?”
“Harry knows more than Ron!”
“And I probably know more than everybody! Why aren’t you trying to restrict my movements and constantly checking to see if I’m sneaking off to talk to Death Eaters or something like that?”
“But you’re not!”
“Then why do you think Harry is?”
“He just—” Leo twisted around in his seat to look at Harry. Harry just raised his eyebrows at him. He had no intention of helping Leo out.
“He never wanted time by himself before,” Leo finally muttered, sounding sulky, as if he also knew how ridiculous he sounded. That was a tone Harry had never heard in his twin’s voice before, an expression he’d never seen on his face before. “He’s never crept around and kept secrets from me.”
6. Harry described the way that Professor Dumbledore had told him he should be careful about which career he picked because it could affect Leo, and by the end of it, Hermione’s eyes were blazing.
“I am going to have a talk with the people doing this!” she announced, and marched away.
Harry watched her go, shaking his head in amazement. He had to agree with her question about why she hadn’t noticed, but he also had to ask himself: why had he never taken the chance on telling people the kind of nonsense Leo spouted on a regular basis?
Because you thought they all agreed with him. You thought it so much that you never asked the questions to determine if they did or not.
Harry blew out a slow breath. He still wouldn’t count on Hermione or anyone else not supporting Leo—it wasn’t every day that his brother would describe his own girlfriend as a known quantity—but it did show cracks in the façade that Harry hadn’t even been aware of.
And if his brother wasn’t perfect, an idol to be aspired to and worshipped, but just an ordinary teenager who sometimes faltered under the burden of being the Boy-Who-Lived…
Well, Harry could like him a lot better.
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first comes the night by coffeeinallcaps
Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
13 Mar 2016
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He doesn’t get nightmares. He doesn’t dream about the mask, the cries of the villagers, waking up in the desert with a blinding headache and his mouth filled with blood and the man who’d saved him gone, most likely dead.
Instead, he just can’t sleep.
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1. When the feeling steals up on him, he doesn’t freak out. He doesn’t start sweating, or breathing faster. There’s no buzz in his ears. There’s just that flashback—head slamming back jaw snapping shut skull splitting open—followed by a cold sense of unease crawling up his spine, spreading out across the back of his neck. Sometimes it stays for hours; sometimes it stays all day.
2. Finn blinks. “Poe,” he mumbles. His eyes slip shut again almost immediately.
“Yeah, hey,” Poe says, gently squeezing Finn’s hand. His fingers are already starting to go numb. “It’s me. Take it easy, all right? You took quite a beating after saving the day. Again.”
A long pause.
“Solo?” Finn mumbles next.
“I’m—look, are you just listing the names of all the people you’ve met in the past few days, or what? ’Cause in that case you might wanna slow down a little, you’ll run out pretty soon.”
Dr. Kalonia cuts him a quick, unimpressed glance, but Finn makes a noise and turns his face in the direction of Poe’s voice. Like it’s anchoring him, helping him find his way back.
So Poe continues to talk. Talking is one of the things he’s good at, after all.
3. “I’ve never been on a planet like this before,” he says. “It’s beautiful. I never…” He stretches out his hand, palm upward, as if trying to weigh the hot, humid air. “Wow,” he says, again, more quietly this time. “This place is amazing.”
It feels like a chasm opens up at the center of Poe’s chest, that’s how moved he is by Finn’s—Finn’s boundless warmth and enthusiasm. Finn’s innate Finn-ness, which the First Order never managed to drill out of him, and probably never would’ve managed to drill out of him no matter how hard they tried. It’s not the first time this feeling strikes Poe, but the awe in Finn’s voice and the look of wonder on his face against the backdrop of their, yes, undeniably beautiful surroundings, the vibrant colors and giant trees, the distant calls of birds and the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves: It all comes together in this moment, and Poe is left dazed.
“Glad you like it,” he manages to say, instead of You are amazing, or I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you, or something equally cringe-worthy and non sequitur.
Finn turns, smiles at him, and Poe’s chest throbs.
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Something Precious by diamondbruise for masked
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
24 Jun 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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1. Wen Ning nodded. “Alright. Where are we headed?”
“You’re coming with me?”
The look he was given was almost as surprised as Wei Wuxian’s tone had been. “Oh. Would you rather go by yourself?”
“No, I mean—Wen Ning, you don’t have to,” Wei Wuxian said.
Wen Ning blinked. “I-I know. I’ve never had to.”
Wei Wuxian exhaled. This unwavering loyalty was sometimes too much for him. Still, he nodded, eager to not reveal how helpless he felt. He turned towards the direction he’d been walking in before Wen Ning showed up.
2. Being so close to Yunmeng, the spiciness of the food was finally getting to a place that Wei Wuxian preferred. It did not burn his tongue, but there was a kick to it that made him feel the smallest sense of comfort. His wound did not ache the way his heart did, but he could not help but be aware of it.
Mostly, Wei Wuxian was afraid. Afraid of Lan Wangji’s reaction when his memories returned. Afraid of Lan Wangji trying to remember before he should. Afraid that there was no solution, nothing to fight, no route back home.
3. The air was heavy with resentment, and Wei Wuxian was so, so tired. The Burial Mounds were empty, so empty, and he was so hungry. Tired. Alone. The wind was the loudest thing howling, but Wei Wuxian could hear the spirits as well.
They called for him, wailing, begging for something. Help. Revenge. And Wei Wuxian was too tired. He knew that no matter how far he walked, he would come across no person, no one alive. In his chest, an emptiness. The golden core was gone, and so it was cold.
And he missed, he missed, he wanted to find and couldn’t. He joined the wailing of the spirits. It was painful. He wanted not to be here, he wanted to be where it was safe, where there was warmth, where he was loved, and he could love in return.
Tears were streaming down his face, and he knew, for this instant, that there was no hope for him. No one would come, because no one knew he was here.
Because Lan Wangji didn’t know he was here. Because Lan Wangji was, he was, he was–
“Wei Wuxian?” a voice in his ear, the sound of it deep and comforting. The feel of a hand on his forehead, a warmth.
Wei Wuxian opened his eyes.