LINKDING

<blockquote>All records of communication between Starfleet Cadet Therem Harth rem ir Estraven and Ashe Foreth rem ir Osboth are hereby sealed, by order of Argaven XV.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Or: 3 looks at Jack Aubrey in the Temeraire world.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Anne Elliot unexpectedly gets recruited to the Aerial Service. Frederick Wentworth is forced to wait and does not enjoy it.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Peter Wimsey/Lawrence of Arabia crossover. Yes. My brain scares me at times. At university, two opposites discover a common interest. Written for the Booze Fuh-Q Fest.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The footsteps came to a stop. Only one set, Will realized. That was intriguing. He cracked an eye, and by the skin of his teeth contained the wave of sick hot reaction that swept him. "Oh," he said. "It's you." The Mandalorian looked at him, and said nothing. Or probably looked at him, at least. Always hard to be sure, behind that damned helmet. (Or: The Mandalorian is the Mandalorian. Will Garin used to be his partner, in multiple senses of the word. It didn't work out great, last time they saw each other; but this time, things go a little differently.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which Jack and Stephen find a snake, and Stephen accidentally invents Morse code.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Every day,” Elle continued, “we boldly go out to face strange new corners of the galaxy, and you look your best, and what do I look like? A blonde satsuma.” “It’s not that bad.” “In civilian clothes, I am a force to be reckoned with. I can even make the dress uniforms work. But this—” Elle moved her hand up and down incredulously, indicating the soft, command gold fabric of her standard Starfleet gear. “I look pasty. And orange. At the same time. Something has got to be done about this.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>No one becomes an astronaut because they want to stay home all the time.</blockquote> ➤ focuses on Beth Johanssen

<blockquote>Five encounters with the Surprise’s dragon.<blockquote>

<blockquote>What it says on the tin. Five times Mary Crawford kisses a female aviator in England's draconic Aerial Corps. Sort of a companion piece to 'A Monstrous Regiment' but should make sense on its own without it.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“I had to do some things, Mark, to get us funding for your rescue mission without sacrificing future Ares missions. I had to make some...deals, and leverage a lot of different relationships to put enough pressure on Congress to get funding. Wayne Enterprises helped a lot with that pressure.” Mark narrowed his eyes at Vincent. There were some rather concerning euphemisms and elisions there. “I’m really grateful for all that, Vincent. But what does that have to do with me going to dinner with Bruce Wayne?”</blockquote>

<blockquote>Crowley has a reputation to maintain . . . and he's found the perfect mark.</blockquote> ➤ okay this version of the crossover is great too

<blockquote>A few years into his reign, Henry IV is troubled to learn of mystic attracting followers to his revels in the Forest of Hainault. Some say he's a saint or prophet, others that he's a vision of Christ himself. Many have noticed that he resembles the old king, Richard II. Prince Hal - always curious about the latest novelty - takes his friends to see, but his cynicism melts away in the presence of the charismatic, kingly figure, and so eventually does his sanity. Henry must take action to restore order to his family and his kingdom, but what chance does order stand against this powerful and delicious chaos? A reworking of Euripides' Bacchae in the world of medieval Christianity and Shakespeare's histories.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Or, how the glorious Affair of the Motor Car on the Senate House Roof became the rather more alarming Affair of the Enormous Giants.</blockquote> ➤ this crossover works rather alarmingly well! I love seeing the Pevensies through the tone of the Psmith books

<blockquote>This is the story of how sleep came to Fairyland; or how once, just once, Puck didn't screw up his gift for Oberon. (A crossover with Elisabeth das Musical, but if you've ever read a fairytale involving Death, you won't be confused.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I was referring," said the man, "to the ongoing magical crisis that's threatening to destroy your entire world, and possibly several adjacent worlds as well. There is one, isn't there?" "I hope not!" said Leonard. An annoyed look flickered briefly across the man’s vague expression, and Leonard added apologetically, “You might inquire at the University? I’m afraid that I don’t get much news here." Rufus Drumknott has been in love with his employer for years, and he's sure that Lord Vetinari must know it. But it will take a visit from a couple of enchanters from another world, and a magical toddler running amok with one of Leonard of Quirm's flying machines, to get either of them to do anything about it . . .</blockquote>

<blockquote>John didn't remember the crash. He knew he lay sprawled on the jumper's deck, that every part of his body hurt, and that he could hear the others shouting. Teyla, Rodney, Dr. Simpson. Memory flooded back abruptly and he managed to open his eyes. No, it wasn't a nightmare.</blockquote> ➤ I'm kind of disappointed that this isn't a fusion where John is Raksura, but it's a fun fic nonetheless

<blockquote>If Joan had to summarize her observations of Cookie to Sherlock – and, who is she kidding, he's celebrity-obsessed and will probably wring it out of her one day – she'd say that she's a woman who strikes out first with her weaknesses and hides her strengths until they're needed. It's nearly enough to knock Joan off balance.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When Millie finds a half drowned boy in the garden, Christopher faces a mystery.</blockquote> ➤ ends kind of without ending, but what there is is good

<blockquote>Or: five projects that Knives Chau regretted letting Darren Nichols talk her into.</blockquote> ➤ HOW IS THIS SO GOOD, HOW DOES IT WORK SO WELL

<blockquote>The advertisement is a spiky red impact bubble on the back of his box of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs. Mail in just five box tops for your very own HOW TO BE A WIZARD KITchar- .</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I begin to tire of foreign sorcerers seeking to reclaim their lost treasures from my mountains." DWJ/Queen of Attolia crossover. </blockquote> ➤ also at http://www.oocities.org/roseveare/chrestomanciattolia.html

<blockquote>Being the Account of a Madcap Decision Made by Two Young Ladies of Quality, for the Good of People Everywhere.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The second his mutie freak of a cousin was unilaterally uninvited from visiting the cubs, things were going to explode -- noisily, hostilely, and all over the place -- and if there was one place char-everchar- where Ivan did not want explosions, it was in a closed room with a nursing she-wolf.</blockquote>

<blockquote>My longest fic in ages - and I feel like it's a borderline parody of my style. Crossover, Combeferre-centric, and almost nothing but dialogue about the politics of self-sacrifice. In which Stephen Maturin recognizes too much of himself in his brightest student.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Geoffrey Tennant made a career out of not allowing magicians to interfere with his productions. Darren Nichols, on the other hand, once turned his audience into grains of sand for a production of Beckett. The disagreement accidentally shapes their lives.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Often, strangers would look at me, with my cane and my wolfsister, and either understand nothing about us at all, or think they understood far too much. The young man with the test tube only shook my hand, with a strength I should hardly have credited him, and said, "You have been in Afghanistan, I perceive." OR You give me a challenge which comes down to "psychic soulbonds make them have sex" and I write a story where psychic soulbonds make them not have sex.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Susan Pevensie goes to Blackstock College.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Captain Jack Aubrey, on shore leave in San Francisco, meets a stranger at the opera.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"No angels," Dru breathed, stepping up against the man again. "No peaches for William, no angels for Georgie, no wings for Peter and Paul. And only bells to pay Old Bailey with. Do you want to die, nice man?"</blockquote>