LINKDING

summary: Lan Wangji summons Wei Wuxian's spirit using Inquiry. ➤ flashfic about lwj successfully summoning wwx's spirit after death to ask questions ➤ OUCHHHHHHH YES IT'S SO GOOD ➤ 350 words in length

Summary: Pleasuring Wu Ming won’t break Xie Lian’s cultivation. But it will go against what has always been expected of him, and he feels a perverse sort of glee at the thought of doing something so uncharacteristic of his old self. A boot on that flower, grinding it further into the mud. He tilts his head at Wu Ming. “So?” he asks. “Did you lie? Will you run, now that you know what I want from you?” / Xie Lian pressures Wu Ming into giving him spiritual energy via a blowjob, with the goal of pushing him away before he leaves on his own. Wu Ming doesn’t want Xie Lian like this. ➤ ooh a compellingly painful fic about xie lian testing the limits of wu ming's devotion, leading to a sexual encounter that neither of them feel great about ➤ it's so very them for that period in their history: xie lian trying to push wu ming away because he thinks wu ming is better off elsewhere but doing it by being horrible to him, and wu ming feeling an awful mix of self-loathing and heady excitement for getting to be touched this way by dianxia ➤ 1k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>Shen Yuan has had a push-and-pull relationship with Shen Qingqiu for years. Shen Yuan knows that Shen Qingqiu is meant to be a villain, but he knows just as well that many of the things Shen Qingqiu was accused of in Proud Immortal Demon Way were just shitty misunderstandings, and over the years Shen Yuan has become reluctantly fond of the tsundere asshole that is his Shizun. Abusing Luo Binghe was not a misunderstanding, though, and Shen Yuan will do whatever he can to correct the fact that he wasn't there to protect Luo Binghe when it happened. / “Shizun, I already said that I like beasts best - if I can’t raise Luo Binghe to be my shidi, can’t I raise him as my pet instead?”</blockquote> ➤ this is a fic that really understands the fundamental problem with original sqq, which is that the child abuse is real but so is the tragic backstory. he contains multitudes! one feels complex and conflicting things about him! ➤ ok so the fic is a canon divergence fic where shen yuan is transmigrated in early as a disciple of og!sqq, and it's a bingqiu fic but also a fic about the master-disciple relationship between sy and sqq, and also about sy's relationship with his role as head disciple on the peak ➤ and it's so good at all of that! I love what it does, I love all the sides of sy you get to see and all the things he cares about and puts his energies into (... and what he doesn't), it's all so perfectly him ➤ and aughghhhhhh I have SO MANY FEELS ➤ I am very emotion. I highly recommend. I want to talk more about some of the stuff but I don't want to post spoilers. ➤ 36k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>Jingyu is quiet. He’s been quiet ever since the news came back about Chiyan army’s betrayal and subsequent slaughter at the hands of Xie Yu. Since the death of his uncle and cousin and aunt.</blockquote>

Summary: <blockquote>Luo Binghe forces a smile, but it’s too painful to look at, and you have to glance away. “Shizun surely knows that this disciple's bloodline is— Heavenly Demon blood possesses remarkable properties. This disciple has been reviewing historical accounts of feats that those with Heavenly Demon blood achieved using dual—” His voice wobbles and breaks. He takes an unsteady breath and as you turn back to him, you see him close his eyes. “Using methods unworthy of Shizun's ears. Shizun is free to punish this disciple however he likes. Whatever he pleases. Just as long as Shizun wakes up, that’s all.”</blockquote>

Summary: <blockquote>Over the course of his life, Xie Lian learned that there were some fates worse than death, that death could be a mercy—far too benevolent for those of Yong'an. They stripped him of his entire life: his friends, his family, his crown, his kingdom, his godhood. Xie Lian lost everything and he was being forced to live with it, so no, he would not be so kind as to gift his enemies with that which he craved most. They deserved one of those fates far worse than death, and he knew exactly how to give it to them. / Or: Darkness hangs heavy over Xie Lian. Wu Ming looks after him.</blockquote>

Summary: <blockquote>“Your highness,” White No-Face sighs. He sounds like a disappointed parent. “You’re harming your cultivation, to go around like this. Your cultivation demands purity.” “Fuck off,” Xie Lian says. (A very drunk Xie Lian is instructed by White No-Face to keep his cultivation vows. He decides to do the opposite.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Luo Binghe rehearses all the different ways his reunion with Shizun might go.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It’s always dark in a coffin. The dead don’t need light or air. They don’t need space, either, because the reality of the coffin is a world in and of itself: a small one, separated from the three realms by layer upon layer of pain turned grief turned obscurity until not even that remains, washed away by waves of existence flowing around it. All that’s left is the heavy weight of being forgotten. Time measures it with life growing in the soil above. Xie Lian knows it intimately. After all, he was once nailed with a wooden dowel to the bottom of a coffin, and buried in it. / Or: Hualian in the coffin in chapter 121, but make it traumatic rather than horny.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When Yue Qingyuan has a bright idea, Shen Jiu takes what he can get.</blockquote> ➤ holy shit

<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>Tenzing Tharkay, trying to find William Laurence during the invasion of Britain, in more than one sense, must reconcile the man he knows with the massacres he is committing.</blockquote>

<blockquote>There is an austere cottage in the back hills of Cloud Recesses set apart from the rest of the residences and halls, surrounded by bamboo groves. Most of the time, it is unoccupied. Very occasionally, a Lan disciple who commits a moderate offence might be sent there for some days of silent reflection. It now plays host to someone who is not permitted to step outside, the doors sealed shut with Lan Xichen's own qi. Shuoyue doesn't strike a killing blow. Lan Xichen comes to understand his father.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A boy is going to die. The only question is: what is Huaisang going to do about it?</blockquote> ➤ Oh holy heck this is INCREDIBLE, I was riveted throughout, and I love how it portrays the complicated mix of emotions and motivations that Nie Huaisang and Mo Xuanyu have, and the way everything leads inexorably to this horrible and perfect end.

<blockquote>Laurence awakens in 1804 during the moment of Temeraire's hatching. He weighs his knowledge and makes a choice.</blockquote> ➤ oh nooooooooo :(

<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>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>A young Tybalt and Mercutio have an unexpected encounter at a brothel.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The longing was strong in Cunorix to take that outstretched hand, slim and strong, and follow Alexios wherever he would go. That was the soulbond speaking: it pulled at him, like the current of a river, and if Cunorix had looked into Alexios’s eyes, perhaps it would have drowned him.</blockquote>

<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>After an encounter with soldiers at their farm leaves Esca unsettled, Marcus dons his old armor and offers himself up.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Alexios could still feel that dreadful final twitch that Cunorix’s body gave before he died, and the suffocating weight in his own chest as the soulbond snapped back, like a rock in his lungs. He still could not get a deep breath. A soulbond story. Or: what do you do when you've killed your own soulmate?</blockquote> ➤ noooooooooooooo

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

<blockquote>Undercover was easy, and Ray was good at it.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Brad and Ray are growing apart.</blockquote>

<blockquote>John glanced around to see if there was anyone within hearing distance, and Carson snapped, “Do you honestly think we’d be having this discussion if it weren’t private?” He muttered, “Sorry. I just — why did you check? You never look for anything but the ATA markers.” “I didn’t check. We put you in the healing pod, and it started spitting out a report of repairs to be done. First on the list was correcting for hormone-induced abnormalities followed by reconstructing your uterus and ovaries.”</blockquote> ➤ the one where John was born with Pseudohermaphroditism

➤ 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.