LINKDING

summary: She'd never been anyone's favorite before he'd told her that, the lesser daughter of a prestigious family that had enough heirs and spares that she could be given away and the act called an honor. It was a scary but lovely thing to be the best, the most loved. When she'd heard those words she'd clutched them to her chest and hoped she'd never prove them false. That did not mean that she did not hate him, too. // OR: Ning Yingying loves her shizun; she loves Binghe, too. These things come into conflict, whether she wants them to or not. ➤ an svsss fic set in the original PIDW, about Ning Yingying ➤ and holy shit this fic is so good, so everything I didn't even know to hope for from a fic about pidw nyy, I am all emotions?! ➤ the complexity of nyy's relationships with sqq and lbh, the mix of love and hate, the way she doesn't feel able to do anything but to witness and to go along with how things are ➤ and seeing the awful things that happen through her eyes.....it's so powerful and bleak and believable ➤ I adore this fic, I'm just absolutely blown away by it ➤ 9k words

<blockquote>Sometimes Lan Zhan doesn’t work through lunch. Sometimes he makes conversation with coworkers in the halls. Sometimes he goes home instead of spending the last hour trawling through Grindr. But mostly, that’s exactly what he does. The sameness is comforting. His life spools out in easily measured increments: capsule collections, yards of hand dyed textiles, ninety day lead times, sell through figures, cost of goods sold. Every date in manufacturing can be calculated backwards and forward from a single horizon point: the date that the goods must arrive into the country where they'll be sold. Other than that, nothing else really matters.</blockquote> ➤ well this is devastatingly good

<blockquote>Napoleon sends a letter to the upstart sea-captain who stole his dragon, Laurence sends one back, and a correspondence begins under the uneasy eye of the admiralty. ------When Laurence had admitted the matter to Granby his lieutenant exclaimed, “God, does Boney want you drawn and quartered as a traitor?” which seems perfectly possible.</blockquote> ➤ the main plot turns out to be the dragon plague which means auuugh (the laurence/napoleon is not any kind of endgame relationship in this particular fic ftr)

<blockquote>Lien would like to return to her egg now.</blockquote> ➤ Lien's hatching and childhood

<blockquote>“What is taquitos,” she asks her house, carefully, in its tongue.</blockquote> ➤ this is SO GOOD

<blockquote>Sometimes the effects of head-injuries are not always readily apparent.</blockquote> ➤ okay I think this one might be worse than the one where Temeraire died

<blockquote>Temeraire is dead. The entire country knows his name after the Battle of Dover, and now Temeraire is dead. “Well,” says Admiral Croft, “At least you can join the navy again, eh, Captain?”</blockquote> ➤ gaaaaah this is so heartbreaking but also I am really mad that the author killed Tharkay off too

<blockquote>They are not so very different, Ariadne and Pasiphaë, Icarus and Daedalus, Ariadne and Icarus.</blockquote>

<blockquote>King's wives; king's sons.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The Force isn't the only kind of power</blockquote> ➤ Leia-centric, post-movie. This fic leaves me wanting to swear at it, in the most complimentary kind of way. HDU give me all these feels, fic!

<blockquote>(Or, a pregnant Diana Maturin, nee Villiers, spends her confinement at Ashgrove Cottage, writes many letters, and sends one.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>SHIELD goes down. Pepper Potts deals with the aftermath.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Tybalt grows up.</blockquote>

<blockquote>He licks his lips, tasting paint, and imagines he can still taste the salt of his tears, even though he had scrubbed them off the night before, as if with them he could scrub away his grief, wash it away with his paint to mix with the muck of the city, forgotten. Giulietta and Tybalt's feline henchman have an encounter the day after Tybalt's death. Gen, although you could also read it as very subtextual post-slash if that's your thing. (Based on the recent Italian production of the Presgurvic musical.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Tybalt and his complicated relationship with fire. See notes for additional warnings.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When Julia almost dies of the scarlet fever, young Tybalt makes a bargain with Death. It doesn't go quite how he hoped it would. (Budapesti Operettszínház productions of both Rómeó és Júlia and Elisabeth as canon.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Ich kam, weil du mich brauchst." Crown Prince Rudolf has one true and faithful friend who remained by his side throughout his life.</blockquote>

<blockquote>This is it, my first ever fic. Written for Les Mis Across History, set in the Western front of World War I, also a kind of “apology” for sending the E/C zeppelin into angst-land.</blockquote> ➤ the Christmas Truce of 1914

<blockquote>Grantaire and Eponine get drunk and have sex while roleplaying as Marius and Enjolras, respectively.</blockquote> ➤ damn, how to tag pairings when the sex is one thing but the feelings are other things entirely?

author's summary from tumblr: <blockquote>I wrote a Les Mis fic! It’s sad unrequited E/R, because that’s what this fandom was missing. Also there’s sex in it, sort of.</blockquote>

<blockquote>If circumstance and choice had been different (In short: if the revolution was led by Artemis and not Apollo, if Thénardier’s daughter were more dangerous and less sane, if some had grown up with more money and some with less, if a charming young man had been a little more terrible, after all, and if a drunken Pylades had, accordingly, never been given something to believe in).</blockquote> ➤ WHOOPS so apparently Enjolras being on the other side of the revolution makes me cry??? GOOD TO KNOW

<blockquote>Medieval Monastery AU for sherllllock: Brother Grantaire doesn’t know if there’s any difference between longing after Brother Enjolras or longing after his sense of the sacred.</blockquote>

<blockquote>This is a Five Things Plus One story about ways that Marcus Flavius Aquila and Esca son of Cunoval might have met, and fortunately did not--and one way they did, which went rather better. Basically a set of depressing canon-era AUs plus some happiness.</blockquote>

<blockquote>There were two ways to break a slave: with the whip and with kindness. Esca's back is a map of scars. He was wrong, terribly wrong, to think that Marcus was different, that Marcus was safe because he was curt and unfriendly and ignored Esca when he did not require his services.</blockquote>

<blockquote>His badly healed wing grounded Esca as thoroughly as clipping could, but masters always insisted on clipping anyway. And Esca held still for it, though it was a degradation, because he was so afraid of pinioning. Wing!fic. Marcus clips Esca's wings.</blockquote>

<blockquote>An exploration of a fairly cliché setup for Enjolras x Grantaire slash, and what the repercussions might be.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Aral breaks an oath he made to Simon.</blockquote> ➤ or: on consent issues. (in an entirely nonsexual context.)

➤ OH MY GOD. Starts off hilarious and adorable and just sort of invisibly slides into this kind of harrowing and tragic (but still also hilarious and adorable!) depiction of the suckiness of life on Atlantis for everyone involved.