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The Furtherance of Unicorn Conservation and Knowledge by Lomonaaeren
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
07 Jul 2024
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After the war, Harry determines that the only people who have never truly betrayed him or spoken against him are unicorns. However, their numbers are declining in Britain. Harry decides that he will start a movement to rescue them, using all the millions of Galleons that Sirius left him. And if he can rescue other innocent magical creatures while he’s at it? He’ll do that, too!
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- Part 2 of From Litha to Lammas 2024
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1. “And what do you intend to do once you identify this Slytherin student?”
“Make sure they know I disapprove.”[...]
“What changed you?” he breathes. It’s not a question that Minerva or Severus have asked. Perhaps the dear boy’s friends have, but not in public. “Harry, will you please tell me why you seem so focused on betrayal, and the belief that people want to stab you in the back or take your money away from you?”
Harry watches him with wide eyes[...]Harry begins to laugh.
Minerva told Albus that he did the same thing the other morning when young Draco asked him for money. But this sound is broken and sharp at the core, however loud and annoying it is. Albus winces through it, but waits for the answer.
“What hasn’t happened?” Harry asks, when his breath has caught. “A bunch of people didn’t stand up and fight with me. My best friend walked away from me in the middle of our quest. I found out that I had to die. People still think that I’m a Dark Lord, even when I literally died for them.”
2. “But my hair was perfect! How could he deny me the Galleons?”
“Maybe he didn’t care about your hair,” Theodore, who’s using wandless magic to cast Cleaning Charms on his teeth, says lazily.
Draco stops and stares at Theodore with his mouth hanging open, as though he’s said something incomprehensible. Blaise settles his own laughter into a coughing fit[...]
Draco gives them both an injured look and flounces out of the bathroom. Theodore watches him go with a malicious smile that instantly makes Blaise’s curiosity bleed. If Theodore were just amused by Draco in general, the smile would be different[...]
Theodore lets go of the silly innocent look and chuckles. Blaise sighs. This is more like it. If Theodore did something that involves Potter, it’s both going to be incredibly annoying to Draco and entertaining for Blaise.
“I simply made sure that Potter could access the magical creatures that my father keeps imprisoned on his property. Rather. Kept imprisoned.”[...]
“And that would sting Draco how?”
“Oh, it doesn’t directly. But watch what happens when we go into breakfast. Specifically, the look on Draco’s face when I do what I’m going to do.”[...]
He glances over at the Gryffindor table and lifts one hand in a wave at Potter.
Potter looks back at Theodore with his eyebrows raised, but then he nods and returns to some sort of intense, low-voiced discussion he’s having with the youngest Weasley.
Blaise peeks over his shoulder. Draco is standing still, his gaze locked on Theodore, looking the very definition of flummoxed.
Blaise chuckles and sits down at the Slytherin table, in a much better mood than he woke up with.
3. He intended to take unicorn tail hairs, and also the skin of some of the other creatures living there.” Potter gives her a bright smile. “So I took some of his skin instead.”
People cry out and protest and say things that Aurora notices make Potter’s jaw tighten. She sighs. It’s not that she approves, exactly, but bloodier things happen in some Defense and Charms classes on a regular basis, not to mention Quidditch. And Potter died for them all. He’s earned some forbearance.
“Is there a reason that you chose to put him here and not in the Ministry Atrium, Mr. Potter?”
That gets her a quick glance, as if Potter is reconsidering some of his actions, or what he was about to say. Aurora looks calmly back. She isn’t afraid of him. That nonsense about him becoming the next Dark Lord is only nonsense.
“I thought it was likely that the poacher had contacts here,” Potter says at last. “Or a child. Someone he could make a plausible excuse to visit, since today is a Hogsmeade Saturday. I wanted everyone to see that I don’t tolerate betrayal.”[...]
“I see. Thank you, Mr. Potter. At any rate, I think everyone sufficiently warned—”
“Not everyone is here, Professor Sinistra—”
“Mr. Potter, by the end of today, do you think that there will be anyone in Hogwarts who does not know about this?”
Potter starts and peers closely at her. Aurora looks back. Then Potter shakes his head and his face relaxes, enough for her to see how very young he is, again. Too young to have taken the protection of an entire magical world and an entire magical world’s worth of creatures onto himself, but it’s happened[...]
Potter looks up, the pleasant cast of his features completely gone. “And you should have bloody died for yourselves, if you don’t like the way that I do it,” he snaps. “You should have protected the unicorns and the others better. Then I wouldn’t have to do it this way.”
And he marches out through the doors of the Great Hall with the wizard floating behind him.
4. Not every response is acceptable or will do anything, but frustrating Malfoy is a good beginning to a new year.
And so is being alive.
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I'm Going Out (Gonna Make A Name For Me And You) by cosmicmilktea
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
07 Jun 2020
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The Chief Cultivator's Herald. Wei Wuxian is not quite sure when they started calling him that, but as he traipses through beleaguered towns and villages, as he finally starts to build the world that he and Lan Zhan have always vowed to build, he finds that he doesn't mind it so much.
He doesn't mind being anything at all, as long as he is Lan Zhan's.
Wei Wuxian goes where the chaos is in Lan Wangji's stead, and finds a home in the process.
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1. he could have easily said that he is a rogue Cultivator[...]the life of a rogue cultivator is never a particularly safe one, and if any of the young hopefuls before him ever wanted to walk the path of Cultivation, Wei Wuxian would prefer them to be safe under the protection and guidance of a proper Sect first (And then run away and be a rogue cultivator if it ever strikes their fancy!)
2. Lan Zhan had been very particular about it too, pressing the coin pouch into his protesting hands along with a qiankun bag apparently packed with enough rations and medical supplies for a small army of (very clumsy and very hungry) juniors on an extended night hunt.
[...]Lan Zhan had said, fingers brushing Wei Wuxian's as he withdrew them "People where Wei Ying go might need it too."
And really, that was just underhanded of him. People can go on and on about the virtues of the peerless Second Jade of Lan, but Lan Zhan can be a sly, sly man when he wants to be.
3. Wei Wuxian insists on having the three different Sects work on it together - A Jiang Yanli specialty when she's had it with her bickering brothers and shidis. The kids grumble and very sharp looks are thrown over cooking pots and seasonings, but they all survive well enough until everyone's in a haphazard circle around the fire with their dinners[...]
"But if you think about it, it's pretty apt, right? I mean, who managed to unite all the different Sects into banding together and march to the Nightless City?"
"The…Yiling Patriarch?" Grey-clad kid offers up.
"Exactly! I'm very familiar with sects feuding and sects uniting together, that's how I died the first time!"
There are several gasps from the circle around him, one of the disciples immediately looking at Wei Wuxian with wide, stricken eyes that reminds him of Ouyang Zhizen.
"I-I'm sorry, Senior Wei."
"No no no, it's nothing sad like that!" Because honestly, kids these days. So dramatic.
"What I'm trying to say is, feuds between Sects are not new[...]
"And that was how things got so bad, with Wen Ruohan, how the Great Sects were taken down so easily, because we didn't work together. We only really worked together when it was way, way too late and a lot of people have already fallen, because we were so unused to it."
[...]Wei Wuxian swallows, and looks at the wide, uncertain eyes of the kids around him. And it's almost funny, really, how he calls them kids now, when everything that happened to him in that lifetime probably happened when he was their age.
4. The problem with smaller Sects is that they oftentimes do not have the resources for regular, proper night hunts[...]this ends up in them relying on bigger, stronger sects with more resources and capabilities. Wei Wuxian tries to circumvent this in each of the Night Hunts, drilling down basic guidelines and normalizing the use of talismans and makeshift flags where expensive spiritual nets and traps usually come to play[...]
Wei Wuxian thinks that the many, many atrocious breakfast congees he's had is worth it.
5. "So Wei Ying is thinking of fostering similar kinds of collaborations between Local Cultivation Sects and local trades, in order for them to have a sustainable source of income that enables better living for the people and the development of smaller sects?"
The urge for him to reach over the tiny tiny table between them and squeeze Lan Zhan's whole being in his arms is a sudden, unbearable thing. Wei Wuxian grins instead, spreading his arms wide "Ah, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, that's exactly it! Ah Lan Zhan, wherever will I be without you?"
Lan Zhan predictably does not answer, but this time around, Wei Wuxian notices that he doesn't hide his smile behind a cup of tea.
6. Lan Zhan packs for him on the last night before he's to depart to Qishan, an unusual tightness on the edges of his eyes, the set of his jaws.
"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian prods gently, stills the other man's uncharacteristically restless finger with his own[...]
"Mn," Lan Zhan murmurs, the slightest hint of a waver on his tone[...]
Lan Zhan's mother had passed away from sickness - Sudden and too quick[...]
Lan Zhan had mourned Wei Wuxian for thirteen years, fully knowing that he would never come back.
It's suddenly too much, to be standing there beside Lan Zhan - his golden eyes steady and gentle, only the slightest tremor of his fingers around Wei Wuxian's giving the other man away.
"Wei Ying," he intones, as he always does, "Be safe."
Wei Wuxian has a wild, sudden urge to throw his arms around Lan Zhan's cold, lonely figure. To simply wrap himself around the other man and stay.
He smiles, instead, and squeezes Lan Zhan's hands tightly, "I'll come back, Lan Zhan," he whispers, looking straight at Lan Zhan's eyes, hoping, hoping that he understands, that he knows "I'll be safe for you."
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"I am hugging you," Thor explained. "That you may know I love you, despite your madness."
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1. The hugging seemed at first rather to infuriate and madden Loki to new heights[...]
Thor persevered, however, until on the sixth occasion Loki's eyes glittered savagely and he hissed, "If you so badly require more evidence we are not kin, I will give it to you," then closed the distance between them and kissed him upon the mouth.
Thor, startled, released him; Loki laughed wildly and vanished. "No!" Thor roared, and flung Mjolnir down in frustration: he had begun to mark his success by the length of time he managed to keep Loki in his arms. He stormed back to the tower, vowing that next time he would not be so easily taken in.
His friends exchanged looks. "Uh," Barton said, "Thor, do you really want to start playing gay chicken with Loki? I don't think that's really the best idea."
Thor made Stark and Barton explain to him the nature of this competition, so he was well prepared the next time[...]"I will not be the first to cry 'chicken,'" he told Loki firmly, "nor will I give over hugging you, brother."
Much to his joy, Loki for the first time did not erupt in rage. He looked at Thor most oddly
2. It had never occurred to him that he might be had, by anyone; he was the foremost warrior of Asgard, and its prince. But—and now it struck him with force nearly like a blow—Loki was his equal in rank, and—and he had proven himself a worthy adversary in battle. Would Loki indeed have a claim, if they shared a bed, to take the man's part?
3. Thor wandered back to the tower with his head a-whirl and consulted the therapist again. She did not immediately understand Thor's confusion: she[...]seemed to think him distressed by Loki's attempts to pleasure him.
"No, no," Thor said. "I had rather he stroke me than stab me; I have no perverse tastes. But he has asked to have me, and I am not sure: can I allow it, honorably?"
She remained confused, and began to tell him with great urgency that he could not rescue Loki by submitting himself to rape. "He cannot, I am the stronger," Thor said impatiently, "else I would not need to consider whether it might be honorable to yield or not. But strength is not the only measure of a warrior's worth: Loki has many other gifts, and of late he has stood in opposition to me with some success[...]"
"Thor," the therapist said, "even if he had defeated you, that wouldn't make a difference."
"No?" Thor said, perplexed.
"No," she said. "You do not need to let Loki have sex with you. Under any circumstances and in any position[...]Whether he is your equal has nothing to do with it."
But of course it did: she yet did not understand[...]Thor tried again to explain. "Since I became a man and took up Mjolnir, no warrior has been able to stand against me in battle, of all Asgard. To yield to another would have been false and dishonorable: what man could I allow to take me, when all would know it was weakness on my part, and not strength on his?"
The therapist was rubbing her face. "Okay," she said, muttered to herself, "remember: alien culture. Thor, are you saying you want to have sex with Loki? Where he's on top?"
Thor had with a great effort barred the image from his mind, but her sharp and forthright question brought it forth—lying beneath Loki, speared upon his cock, surrendered and mastered—he swallowed with difficulty, and felt hot color flood his cheeks. "But I do not want to dishonor myself," he said.
4. "The X-Men accidentally stumbled over him in South America last year[...]He wiped the floor with them and took off."[...]
Thor gazed at him in astonishment. "Why did you not tell me of this before?" he demanded. "This changes all: the X-Men have defeated us."
"What?" Fury said. "When did you have a fight, and why didn't I know about it?"
"Three months agone," Thor said. "You were there yourself: you hurled the first ball!"
Fury frowned. "Are you talking about the charity softball game?"
"Yes!" Thor said. "They defeated us soundly."
"Uh," Fury said, "I don't know that I'd consider that a defeat on the same scale. Also you would've scored a few more runs if you'd run around the bases instead of jumping into the bleachers
5. Thor could scarce keep his hands from trembling when finally he seized on Loki again, who whirled upon him and snarled, "What did I tell you?"[...]
"Yes," Thor said. "I will let you have me."
Loki gawked at him. "You're my brother!" he said.
[...]why ought that matter now, when it had not the last two occasions?—Thor halted with shocked, uncertain joy as he realized what Loki had said. Loki had not called him so, in all the years since his fall. "You acknowledge it again!" he cried, gripping Loki's shoulders tightly.
Loki was taken aback a moment, and then his eyes were alight with rage. "I do not! I do not, you wretch; is that what this is all about?"
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Your Love Needed Making (Come My Way) by RayShippouUchiha
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
08 Nov 2025
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Izuku isn’t lucky.
He wakes sometime later with his body aflame, pain raking sharp claws down his spine, twisting his gut and beating a sick and steady rhythm against the side of his neck.
Alone in his nest, locked safely away from the world, Izuku keens and wails for an alpha that will never come.
Yearning for something that does not exist.
For things he can not have.
His mind slips away from him bit by bit, eaten by the heat and the pain, leaving only instinct behind.
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1. Izuku should have expected this, should have somehow seen it coming. It’s not like this is really anything new where their situation is concerned. Izuku has always been the one to shoulder the burden of care between them, willingly or not.
From the time they were small, it has always been Izuku’s responsibility to manage Katsuki’s moods. His job to give up and give in, to bend, and eventually bend over a crude part of Izuku’s brain sneers, to Katsuki’s needs, his wants, his goals.
Izuku and everything he might want or need or dream about for himself has always come second.
From their teachers to their classmates, from strangers on the street all the way to Inko herself, everyone in their lives has always encouraged that sort of dynamic between them.
And Katsuki has always eaten it up.
It had, Izuku has learned over the years, just made sense to Katsuki from the beginning that Izuku’s only real lot in life, his only true achievement, would be to support Katsuki. To be a part of his perfect origin story and then his ideal life.
Because Izuku was the omega to Katsuki’s alpha, the gentleness to his roughness, the quirkless doll to his perfect-quirked future hero self, etc etc.
Even when the bullying and the cruelty had been at their worst, Katsuki had still kept a tight hold on Izuku. Katsuki had always been unwilling to let Izuku put any real distance between them, not even when Izuku had begged him to leave him alone. And no matter what he had done or how Katsuki had hurt him, he had always expected Izuku to stay by his side, to heel, to obey.
2. When they were small, Izuku had gone along with it happily enough. He had been filled with sunshine and puppy love for his best friend. Had been utterly devoted to the one who had sworn they’d be the perfect hero duo and mated couple when they were older, the kind of pair that people envied and wrote stories about.
Then, once their separate realities had set in, Izuku had clung to what he had thought their connection was out of a desperate need for something, anything, in his life to remain the same.
Later, after the hurt and the scars had really started to pile up, Izuku had realized that Katsuki would never see him as anything more than something to own. He hadn’t actually wanted Izuku around, but he would have been enraged if Izuku had tried to step away of his own free will.
A child who didn’t care about a toy until it was missing, until someone else showed interest in it.
So Izuku had learned how to keep his head down out of self-preservation. He had taken the abuse and the sneers, the explosions and the cutting words, and he’d patiently counted down the days.
3. Katsuki had thrown himself out of UA and directly into work as a pro-hero, somehow gaining a sidekick position with Best Jeanist, and hadn’t bothered to look back at Izuku.
Not that Izuku, happy to continue managing his increasingly unstable heats on his own despite the way his unfulfilled promise-bite ached a little harsher each time, had expected or even wanted him to.
Izuku had been too busy sinking his teeth into his second year of accelerated college courses that Nedzu had curated for him to honestly care.
Two more years and a degree in advanced analysis, as well as an Informational Heroics license, had seen Izuku quietly achieve his lifelong dream of being a hero.
Nedzu, the only one to actually know what Izuku had been working toward, had been the one to hand Izuku his shiny new card, The Can Do Hero: Dekiru emblazoned across the front. Then he had handed Izuku a ticket for Otheon, the keys to a modest house there, and had effectively banished him from Japan for an entire year to work as a liaison with the Otheon police.
Izuku had spent a year wandering Otheon, building a reputation and a network there, dodging Inko’s calls for him to return and learning what it meant to live somewhere Katsukit had never touched. He’d never managed to make any close friends, always too busy and generally wary, but he’d found a few people, police and heroes and food cart vendors he’d been passingly fond of.
Leaving had been bittersweet, but Izuku had also missed home, had missed Nedzu despite their lengthy weekly video calls and constantly updating message chain, enough that he’d packed up his life in Otheon without hesitation the moment Nedzu had called for him.
Besides, he had been looking forward to settling into the new, honestly too large for one person, luxury apartment Nedzu had insisted he take. The apartment was in the building Nedzu had built on campus while Izuku was gone. Izuku had spent many hours over video chat with Nedzu, going over design options, furniture, and furnishing choices in the months leading up to his return. He had been excited, and perhaps a little overwhelmed, by the idea of finally seeing the finished project in person.
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three's a crowd by jilliancares
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool - All Media Types
03 Nov 2025
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“I know it’s a little late for this, but I was thinking we should be exclusive,” Deadpool growls, halfway through the window with his gun out and pointed at the mound of comforter between Peter’s legs.
“What the fuck,” Peter gasps. His thighs clench around Wade – it is Wade, isn’t in? – more because his entire body seems to be clamming up in shock than because he’s that desperate for an ill-timed orgasm. It really isn’t helping that Wade’s still going at it.
“What the fuck is right,” Deadpool says. He cocks his gun. “This motherfucker has ‘til the count of three before I blow his brains out.”
Or: Deadpool gets cut in half, resulting in two Deadpools. A threesome ensues.
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It doesn’t take long before it starts to overwhelm him. Between his legs, Wade is giving it his all, obviously trying to earn back the orgasm that Deadpool interrupted. His mouth works over his clit as his fingers thrust into Peter, curling deep inside of him. That alone would be enough to drive him crazy, but Deadpool is kissing up the side of his neck, having hiked up his mask at some point.
“I don’t normally get to see your face this much when I’m eating you out,” he murmurs, his gloved hand sliding up underneath Peter’s chin, his thumb pulling down on his lip. “I didn’t realize you always look like you’re on the verge of tears.”
“‘Pool…”
“I can’t wait to watch you cum like this.”
Peter moans, though the sound is lost to Deadpool’s mouth. His head spins, trying to make sense of the feeling of Deadpool’s tongue in his mouth and Wade’s tongue in his cunt. Soon, way too soon, that familiar feeling washes over him. One by one, each of his muscles tense up, starting from his extremities and moving inward. He tries to pull away to breathe, to gasp, but Deadpool kisses him harder and somehow, Wade manages to dial up the intensity even more.
Peter just twists and shakes, unable to peel himself away from either Wade or Deadpool as his orgasm barrels into him. He arches, trying to angle himself away from Wade’s mouth as he cums, but it’s impossible. Both of them are holding him down, drawing out his orgasm for every possible second.
Finally, Deadpool moves away and Peter gasps, whimpering belatedly as he tries to push Wade’s face away from his oversensitive clit. Wade has mercy on him, and he emerges from under the covers, the bottom half of his face wet and shiny.
“Fuck,” Peter breathes.
“Was that good?”
“It was crazy,” Peter says. He grabs a tissue from his bedside table and hands it to Wade for his face. For a moment he just has to lay there, trying to catch his breath. The ceiling is spinning above him. “Now that you’ve had your fun, can we figure this out?” he says, once he can finally breathe without gasping. “Maybe if we go to the lab–”
Deadpool snorts, interrupting him. “You think that was us having our fun?”
“Guys.”
“Aww,” Wade says, his tone annoyingly saccharine. “You don’t really think that, Petey. Do you?”
Deadpool moves in close to him. His leather-clad hand finds Peter’s hip and squeezes as he speaks directly into his ear. “I know what you like, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “You can’t convince me for one second that you don’t want to be as full of me as possible. I’ll fill all your holes, baby boy. And as a treat, I won’t even make you beg for it.”