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>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>“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>“Who are you?” Wei Wuxian asks finally. Sizhui takes a deep breath. This is it. He isn’t ready. But he is. Er-ge said so. He lets his eyes fill with tears and spill down his cheeks. Wei Wuxian leans away, probably unconsciously. Good, Sizhui thinks, a little viciously. He never promised Er-ge to tell Wei Wuxian the truth, but he has never had a better weapon at hand than exactly this. “My name is Nie Sizhui,” Sizhui says. “I’m the master of the Unclean Realm, now.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>Hua Cheng dreams of a dark coffin.</blockquote> ➤ perfect remix of "this slumber that creeps to me"

<blockquote>In the three-layered coffin in Yong'An, Xie Lian dreams.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Yue Qingyuan knows he is seen as an able negotiator, a skilled leader, someone who accomplishes any task set before him, no matter how impossible. He does not feel it now, as his two greatest failures sit before him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Sir Su, I believe I have been given a certain drug. My mother sent a message warning me of it. It could have been placed in my food or drink at any time in the last two days; its initial action is slow. She said I would know when it began, and advised me to keep only company I could trust for the hours it lasted.”</blockquote> ➤ failed sex pollen

<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>“I have decided: whoever once again violates the peace will die.” The Prince of Verona keeps his word.</blockquote>

<blockquote>1. Be grateful. 2. Pretend that nothing is wrong until you believe it. 3. Trust only people who have something to lose. 4. Remember that everyone is watching. 5. You deserve all of this.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The aftermath of Tybalt's first visit to a brothel, and the seeds of his rift with Julia. Based on the Hungarian production. (No Tybalt/Julia in this, but there is offscreen reference to Tybalt having somewhat traumatic sex that one could probably argue isn't fully consensual, and he's 14 and hence underage by most standards today.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>And now the obvious favorite character. Warnings for vague intimations of incestuous feelings on par with canon, Tybalt being a mess, and some murder.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Tybalt has a secret.</blockquote> ➤ in which Tybalt keeps waking up after deaths

<blockquote>Cosette, unwilling to disturb Marius with her problem, is troubled by a ghost from the past.</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>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>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>Feuilly is grateful, at first, that no living being will mourn him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In the chaos of battle, two great minds attempt to share a few seconds of clarity.</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>Certain concerns are only of relevance to people who have a choice, and Jeanne Valjean had none.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Valjean's sister is cold, frets over her children, and learns of Valjean's arrest. Because Thanksgiving dinner makes one pensive over the dinners of others.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In the place where the unfortunate and the infamous are joined, La Thénardier is perhaps not the only one who cannot love all her children. Two Fantine drabbles.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which idle conversation can be dangerous, and education doesn't always equal wisdom.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Fauchelevent mourns his losses. This started with "You know what that means! Cart/Fauchelevent" but it stayed depressingly gen.</blockquote>

<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>