LINKDING

<blockquote>The war is over, and nobody won. With the galaxy on the verge of destruction, Poe Dameron hatches a desperate plan—go back in time. But Poe's plan quickly goes awry, and he finds himself on the run from local authorities. The only plan to keep him safe is…extreme, to say the least. / "Can't get you citizenship documents," the man muttered, his voice clearer now that it wasn't muffled by the scarf. Poe took a deep breath and forced himself to think. He looked back at his would-be rescuer. Who was shoving the scarf back from the top his head, revealing a face that Poe knew. That lots of people knew. Kriff, that everyone knew, trillions upon trillions of sapients in the galaxy would recognize that face. Luke Skywalker—as fresh-faced and young as the day he became the successful destroyer of the Death Star—was standing in front of him. Fuck. "Need a land grant to get a moisture farmer licence, can't even get you a travel visa without citizenship documents…Hm," the legend said, sighing. "Yeah. I think we're going to have to get married." </blockquote> ➤ I loved this fic so much that I read it twice in one week despite its length

<blockquote>A prompt from meri47-- what careers would each Bennet sibling have, if there were five Bennet brothers instead of sisters?</blockquote> ➤ all of this is fun but oh dang the Eli/Charlotte bit is INCREDIBLE I love it

<blockquote>Phasma is not afraid of Kylo Ren. Kylo Ren has issues with self-control.</blockquote> ➤ ...note author's tags on fic. The author calls this a "dead dove do not eat" sort of fic but apparently this is the dead dove I wanted

<blockquote>'Fanny was the mute earth to Mary's leaping fire, the gnarled oak to her fluttering songbird, the mirror-bright millpond to her restless waves. If one could somehow, with propriety, squeeze both ladies into a single body, the resultant heroine would be beyond anything shewn by Mrs. Radcliffe! She might paddle down the Amazon, contest a knotty theological point with the Pope, battle venomous water snakes with a hat pin and a bottle of hartshorn, and sink into a dead faint at the villain’s merest glance, as if he were some species of basilisk!' Or, Mansfield Park meets Northanger Abbey</blockquote> ➤ AMAZING, Mary-centric, Mary/Fanny with caving adventures and great patische voice, though I fear I do not know the canons in question quite well enough to appreciate everything as much as I ought.

<blockquote>Tybalt hadn't asked Benvolio to drag him into the escape pod, to a planet with too much sky, with people he's pretty sure mostly hate him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Benvolio is playing spin the bottle. Tybalt is not. (They're in underground dystopian Verona, because why not.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>The decidedly un-epic courtship of Caroline Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Three times Gaila and T'Pring met, and (some of) what happened after. Also contains background T'Pring/Stonn, massive angst, and perhaps slightly more Vulcan vocabulary than strictly necessary.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Afterwards, the Romans returned the bodies. Murna supposed that she should be grateful.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I have had my fill of Montague lies and found them not to my taste; may I not see if Capulet lies are the sweeter?"   Romeo's ex-girlfriend Rosa is pissed and heartbroken; Tybalt is convenient. (Based on the Hungarian musical production; Rosa's unique to it, I think.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Fantine finds work at the dragon breeding grounds of Vernon, with the help of General Georges Pontmercy and his dragon Hyacinthe.</blockquote> ➤ wip through ch 3 at time of bookmarking

<blockquote>When she wakes early and notices that her father is gone, Cosette slips out alone in hopes of finding some sign of Marius.</blockquote> ➤ NO COME BACK THIS SHIP REALLY WORKS

<blockquote>Favourite is used to putting on a happy face, but as the years go on and new lovers show up and old friends come back, she starts to question that habit.</blockquote> ➤ aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh everything about this is perfect and beautiful and so SAD in that making-the-best-of-things sort of way char-wailschar- ➤ I am so glad this fic exists because YES.

<blockquote>This was what Bilbo noticed: for all that the dragon was a monstrous thing beyond Bilbo's imagination – it reminded Bilbo of the little lizards that would sometimes sunbathe on the rocks in his garden back home in the same sense that this mountain palace reminded him of those rocks – the dragon seemed prey to the same ordinary failing as any creature that thought rather too much of itself. And that was, of course, its vanity.</blockquote> ➤ this is not a story I would ever have expected to read but it is amaze and I love it

<blockquote>When Fantine is introduced to another patient, a Monsieur Pontmercy, at the Hôpital de l'Hotel-Dieu, she does not know quite what to make of him. The feeling is mutual.</blockquote> ➤ !!!

<blockquote>Given that Prouvaire had died in a bloody revolt, Valjean very reasonably did not expect to see him again.</blockquote> ➤ from the author's tumblr: <blockquote>For vouksen, with hate and despair— who a few weeks ago wanted more Valjean/Prouvaire. I told her that the only way I could imagine it happening, for Valjean reasons, was after the barricade. Horrifyingly, this did not prove an insurmountable obstacle. So here is a sequel to Saints and Martyrs, which takes place post-barricade and features (this is your warning) old man porn of a Valjean/Prouvaire ghostsex variety. Please know that every conceivable logistical question you want to ask has already crossed my mind and there are no answers. The working title of this story is “Exit, Pursued by Prouvaire.”</blockquote> ➤ or: further adventures of the corpse flower.

<blockquote>carmarthenfan asked: Prouvaire/Cosette, at the theatre? So this is a horrible prompt, because at what time would these two characters be alive and at the theater together??????!!!!!!!!!! <—- (THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE.) However, I have stretched some credibility and come up with an extremely silly and dashed-off scenario that more-or-less accounts for this. Please ignore questions that may spring to mind such as “Where did the tickets come from,” and “Why this play,” as they will only cause problems for you. Also this is probably equal-opportunity lightly implied Prouvaire/Cosette and Prouvaire/Bahorel.</blockquote> ➤ ao3 summary: <blockquote>In which the Fauchelevent family attends the theater, Bahorel breaks a lute over someone's head, Prouvaire does his impression of a dodo, and Romanticism wins a great and noisy triumph.</blockquote>

<blockquote>marius/montparnasse, bodyswap</blockquote> ➤ !!!!

<blockquote>Valjean/Favourite, first kiss over dessert</blockquote>

<blockquote>After he leaves Romeo to dream of Julia and Benvolio to his bed, Mercutio finds someone else waiting for him on the steps of his brother's house. Zorzi gave a snort. "You, earthbound? Wingèd Mercury himself would have a devil of a time to catch you in one of your moods." "That is one thing," said Mercutio, slipping a companionable arm around Zorzi's shoulders, square and strong under the plain brown velvet of his doublet. A curl of hair caught and twisted around Mercutio's fingers. "But Romeo flies on love's light wings, and love is as true a material as wax: it melts in the sunlight."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Greed may have been what forced Marley to walk the earth for all eternity, but he felt more bound in life to never be able to love whom he wished.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Montparnasse attends the 1838 premiere of Hector Berlioz's Benvenuto Cellini, at which two things happen: a riot breaks out and he encounters an old friend. These are not entirely disconnected occurences.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Young Sam grows up, meets a girl, cracks a case, and tells a lie. Not necessarily in that order.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Tybalt always asked, in his way: he did not order, although Bastiano would never have thought of refusing. It was most often a wordless thing, a gesture for Bastiano to remain kneeling after he had set aside Tybalt’s riding boots, a pointed look when Tybalt had spread himself out in a chair just so. If he had drunk too much wine at dinner, perhaps there might be an inarticulate request, clumsy and indirect: words had never been Tybalt’s skill, and sometimes Bastiano thought that he could only ask for this at all because he pretended not to. (some consent issues may apply due to social power differential)</blockquote>

<blockquote>When Gaila escapes from the Syndicate a little earlier than she planned, she finds an unexpected companion - a Vulcan Starfleet commander.</blockquote>

<blockquote>King Rilian ruled Narnia well in those first months after his father died, ably assisted by many excellent advisors, but the King himself was still troubled by memories of his enchantment.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When Bahorel wakes up on Wednesday morning, the sun is shining brighter than it has for months, and he can hear birds chirping away like something out of a Disney movie. Then his mom calls up, “Bahorel, get ready for school!” and he thinks: Well, fuck that. It’s a beautiful day, and life is too short to spend it in school learning about economics and dead people. [Ferris Bueller's Day Off AU]</blockquote> ➤ OH NO HOW IS THIS SO PERFECT

<blockquote>Instead of latching onto Enjolras and Les Amis, Grantaire latches onto Montparnasse and Patron-Minette. Everything is different but oddly all the same.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Tony Stark doesn't need to be safe, sane, and consensual. He has JARVIS instead.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"A mate," said Nemo. This was a new word. "Oh, you know," said Dad, "A girl fish--" and Nemo thought oh great, that again. Until Dad said, "But not just any girl fish."</blockquote>