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>The Nie-furen Jin Guangshan could have invented out of her would have haunted these hallways; sometimes the universe slyly hands Meng Yao what he has not paid or begged for but what he deserves.</blockquote> ➤ a look at trans man meng yao and his experience of his gender, and nie huaisang experimenting with transfemininity ➤ a beautiful look at the complexities of identity, the precarity of position, and the connection between jgy and nhs ➤ 1k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>When you were young, Mama sent you away from the land of the dead and told you not to look back. You remember the grey skirts they passed out at the border. Long lines like sinew, and waiting in them. The dark cavern sky of Asphodel. Sometimes the wind brought the honeyed scent of Elysian apples. But that is where heroes go, so you had to stay in line.</blockquote> ➤ about grief and loss; losing a parent young, and losing access to that parent's culture and language; and about holding on to what things you can ➤ the story isn't specific about exactly what happened in the disaster when the main character was a young child but the hints are enough to be pretty dark ➤ beautiful, longing, sharp and bittersweet ➤ second person pov ➤ 1k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>Who is to say when you first understood what really happened? At times it felt like a painting you’d looked at too closely, tracing your eyes over the delicate brushwork until you could no longer see trees and stones - so close that you could see where the ink feathered at the edge of the stroke, the way it soaked tiny claws into each individual fiber that made up the page. And then abruptly you’d blinked and there it was, as it always had been: the mountain. The waterfall. The arc of his intentions.</blockquote>

Summary: <blockquote>The coral bead bites into the pads of Hua Cheng’s fingers as he freezes, pressing down too hard in surprise. It takes a moment for his voice to work. When it does, it comes out distant, as if spoken by someone else entirely. “Your Highness remembers someone so insignificant?” he asks.</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>"Allow this worshipper some mercy," Hua Cheng rasps, his fingers digging into Xie Lian’s flesh. Xie Lian squirms, worry furrowing his brow. "San Lang?" he asks, doing his best to squash the desire Hua Cheng’s kisses always awaken in him. "What’s wrong?" "Nothing," Hua Cheng answers immediately, but he doesn’t let go, and the tense set of his body doesn’t relax. "Gege is just too beautiful like this. Your poor San Lang has no practice cultivating abstinence." / Hua Cheng gets a boner. They take things slow.</blockquote> ➤ sweet

<blockquote>After Guanyin Temple, Lan Wangji has to adjust to the fact that Wei Ying is here to stay...albeit in a body that's still unfamiliar to them both.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Outside, San Niang has long finished the quota of charity Xie Lian allotted her. She's drinking something from the bakery on the corner—probably one of their dreadful, bitter coffees. The wind is making a mess of her hair. Yearning plants a seed in Xie Lian's heart.</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>A triptych on the theme of half-belonging.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Wei Wuxian returns to Mo Manor to burn paper money for Mo Xuanyu. He meets Nie Huaisang there. How can you honor a dead man when you walk in his skin?</blockquote> ➤ augh (complimentary)

<blockquote>Lan Zhan likes him like this. Lan Zhan liked him before, too. With his core. Without it. Lan Zhan says the body he is doesn’t matter; it is only set dressing. The Wei Ying of him can play out across the trellis of any body’s bones. The Wei Ying of him is not in his hands or his mouth or his feet, it is in what he laughs at. It is in what he doesn’t laugh at. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know. Does he laugh at the same things? Would anyone be able to tell, if he didn’t? / OR: Wei Wuxian, and Mo Xuanyu.</blockquote> ➤ I feel like the ending paragraph doesn't match what the fic is doing, but if you ignore that bit it's super great! Gen about wwx's relationship with the body he's in

<blockquote>She had not taken her hand from his throat. Harriet, as an author of detective fiction, had given no small amount of thought in her life to the properties of the human jugular. Even before her wretched time in Wilvercombe, she could have explained exactly where to cut to deprive a man of his life’s blood. She traced that path now with the edge of one fingernail. Peter’s eyes did not leave hers, and he did not move an inch, holding himself utterly defenseless. Harriet was the one who swallowed.</blockquote>

<blockquote>For Murna, it had been as if she expected to take up an ill-balanced blade that had once slipped and cut her, and found instead a bright and shining dirk that fit her hand as if made for it. Murna and Conory pick up the pieces, after the events of the book.</blockquote>

<blockquote>For some reason, Ali had assumed that Lawrence would be better with his English officers.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Written 12/10/18 for syrena_of_the_lake, in response to the prompt: Star Wars, any droid, misheard voice commands</blockquote>

<blockquote>At the end of his life, retired Stabile of the Ekumen Genly Ai shares a part of his story on Gethen that he never told.</blockquote> ➤ Wow, that was really good. Did an amazing job of feeling like something that fits with canon

<blockquote>It wasn’t that she’d joined up because of Polly, per se. The notion had been percolating for some time. Somewhere between the coffee fiasco and the sack of beans delivered straight to her skull via pigeon, her military record had gotten a little … embarrassing. Mal did not generally do embarrassing. She was quite sure that she could do better the second time around. The question she’d been stuck on was how much difference that would make if Borogravia itself could not do better.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The first thing he does, when everyone is dead, is listen.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Gregor carries her mother's vorfemme knife.</blockquote> ➤ trans Gregor who must remain closeted

<blockquote>Feelings are a luxury Qi'Ra can't afford. Notes: Written for this prompt at the Star Wars Kink Meme: So, exactly how did Qi’ra go from being part of Lady Proxima’s gang to working for Dryden Voss and the Crimson Dawn? What are all the terrible things she’s done? How did Dryden Voss find her, and how did she become his most trusted lieutenant?</blockquote> ➤ YEAH. THIS FIC!

<blockquote>Therem Harth rem ir Estraven. Estraven the Traitor. “A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.” ― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness</blockquote>

<blockquote>Leia dreams of a beautiful woman with long curly hair. Sometimes, she's smiling brightly, and sometimes, she's sad, but Leia knows, deep in her heart, that this is her birth mother, and that she loves Leia very much.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A tale of the first Thief of Eddis, as told by the Queen Thief.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Grandpa likes to call Yuri's cat—his other cat—Matroskin, because she talks so much. Maya hid under Yuri's bed for their first two months of cohabitation and yowled every time he kicked his shoes under there. She’ll cuddle up to Yuri now as long as they both pretend it’s not happening. That’s the proper order of things when it comes to humans and cats.</blockquote>

<blockquote>7 September - Peter wires that he will be back next week.</blockquote> ➤ a very good depiction of what it is like to be waiting for something wonderful

<blockquote>Ali told himself that he had not come here expecting to be embraced and kissed like a brother. He had not come here expecting to find Lawrence full of joy, or apologetic for not having sought to contact Ali himself. He had not come here expecting to find Lawrence sane. In these regards, he was not disappointed.</blockquote> ➤ a wonderful small look at their complicated relationship