LINKDING

<blockquote>I don't believe my will's quite free.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Rey never expected that Han and Chewbacca would keep coming back.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“I see his dreams. A cure for me.” Hulk blows out a breath. He hates Banner so fucking much. “That’s bullshit,” Angry Girl says. “I wouldn’t let that happen. Fuck that. I’d beat the shit out of him and bring you back.” Hulk looks over at her. He can feel the idea, just out of reach. She looks back, turning her head in a way that means a question. Hulk knows things like that now. She’s the one who taught him.</blockquote> ➤ oh my god??

<blockquote>“This wasn’t me, you know,” Crowley says, the words out of his mouth before he’s made the conscious choice to utter them. “Not just the library, but the whole civil war. You know me; I’ve mostly been getting drunk at Bacchanals.” “I know,” says Aziraphale.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The fact that Crowley's largest contribution to saving the world had been to encourage a scared child was an uncomfortable fact that he was endeavouring to bottle up. He was actually doing quite well at bottling it up because of all the other uncomfortable facts he was currently dealing with that he couldn’t even begin to figure out how to bottle up. Such as: Hell was going to find him, and make him pay. / After the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, Crowley broods, Aziraphale thinks, and somehow they manage to muddle through.</blockquote> ➤ Loved this one!!

<blockquote>Patrick takes David back to his hometown. Patrick, apparently, has a backstory.</blockquote> ➤ the one about Patrick's ongoing extended confusion on the subject of his own sexual identity

<blockquote>Four times Han definitely didn’t need anybody’s help, and one time maybe he did.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It was just as well they called it the Forlorn Hope.</blockquote> ➤ Jenny before the events of the book

<blockquote>The king had already enslaved two grinders for failing him. I didn’t want to be the third. Sitting in the best room of the grinders’ workshop, I rubbed the almost-finished hematite mirror over and over with a grindstone of fired clay, specially tempered for polishing. The king stood behind me, his gaze burning the back of my neck. Sweat beaded in my hair, between my elbows, under my knees. With a word, he could doom me to a lifetime of hard labor and rip me away from everyone I loved. I kept polishing.</blockquote> ➤ I really liked this one

<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>A Staryk girl with a Jewish name</blockquote> ➤ YESSSSSSSS this is so good

<blockquote>In the garden; after the war.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Arabella said that if Jonathan took too long coming home, she'd go fetch him herself. A year is too long. With the help of some friends, she's going to save her husband.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It is not an enviable position, being a bridge, particularly a bridge with visions. But sometimes, to build the future, that's what you need. Or: Harry and Corlath's daughter comes to Istan.</blockquote>

<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>Everyone deserves a little happiness before they die.</blockquote> ➤ does a great job of Barney's pov

<blockquote>"Then why don't you stop shirriffing?" Sam says to me, and so I did, though it's easier in the telling than it is in the doing. I shouldn't have needed another body telling me what's up and what's down in the Shire, right you are. But you take one small step after another, till you wake up one Wintring morn in a damp Shirriff-house with your back stiff and your head bleared, and it's not the life you used to know no more. That's how it went with me and most other lads in our troop, none of us meaning no harm. But all this while we stuck to muttering amongst ourselves about lack of ale and vittles and such, instead of looking where the real damage lay. It didn't fit in our heads that our duties might be aught else than what we'd been learned to do as our job.</blockquote>

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

<blockquote>When I tell the story of Achilles, I tell it like this.</blockquote>

<blockquote>This is the way it was in Germany As changes came inexorably worse By increments, and creeping like a curse "God damn those fascists? Where'd I put my key?"</blockquote>

<blockquote>Victor takes figure skating seriously, takes Yuri Katsuki seriously as a competitor, and really doesn't see that banquet coming.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Was it this thin before, When I raced through to the end In a single breath? Did I guess motivation Where none is given, None implied?</blockquote>

<blockquote>Magnon wants a better life. It does not come about the way she expects.</blockquote>

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

<blockquote>It's been a long week. A long fucking week. And Daniel can never remember the rules about when normal Americans are allowed to touch each other, anyway.</blockquote> ➤ This fic has such good atmosphere, this quiet charged intimacy. (pre-slash)

<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>It's been a long thirty years. Written for LGBT Fest for the prompt Five lies s/he wouldn't have told if s/he were straight.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Have you ever accidentally committed fic? There are lots of Yuri-is-adopted stories on the AO3, mostly with Victor and/or Yuuri as the adoptive parents. Seeing those stories, I found myself thinking of real Russian orphanages and international adoptions from Russia. And almost before I could stop myself, this fic happened. It's rather dark, in its way, so be warned.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Count Piotr is never permitted to be alone with Miles.</blockquote>