LINKDING

<blockquote>The war is over, and nobody won. With the galaxy on the verge of destruction, Poe Dameron hatches a desperate plan—go back in time. But Poe's plan quickly goes awry, and he finds himself on the run from local authorities. The only plan to keep him safe is…extreme, to say the least. / "Can't get you citizenship documents," the man muttered, his voice clearer now that it wasn't muffled by the scarf. Poe took a deep breath and forced himself to think. He looked back at his would-be rescuer. Who was shoving the scarf back from the top his head, revealing a face that Poe knew. That lots of people knew. Kriff, that everyone knew, trillions upon trillions of sapients in the galaxy would recognize that face. Luke Skywalker—as fresh-faced and young as the day he became the successful destroyer of the Death Star—was standing in front of him. Fuck. "Need a land grant to get a moisture farmer licence, can't even get you a travel visa without citizenship documents…Hm," the legend said, sighing. "Yeah. I think we're going to have to get married." </blockquote> ➤ I loved this fic so much that I read it twice in one week despite its length

<blockquote>Darling was in fact so tremendously remarkable by nature that Jack had resolved never to be astonished by anything he did. One had to expect remarkable sorts to be a law unto themselves, and besides half the fun of being Darling's friend lay in trying to keep a straight face. Nothing inspired Darling to greater heights of nonsense than the prospect of cracking Jack's composure. It was good fun and suited them both jolly well. This comfortable habit was thrown rather out of joint on the evening when Jack came into his rooms to find Darling perched on Jack's much-neglected desk and assiduously applying deep scarlet lipstick to his mouth with the assistance of a small silver-backed hand mirror. "Oh, I say," said Jack.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It was the middle of an autumn downpour when Tobias first met Henry Silver. Midsummer had come and gone, and the wood was quiet.</blockquote> ➤ oh my gosh this is so gooooooooood, a story about a folklorist and a wild man of the woods, and I love how beautifully balanced it is between the main romance and everything else that's important to the pov character

<blockquote>Enabran Tain has retired, and Garak has been second-in-command of the Obsidian Order for over three years. His next assignment is the interrogation of Cardassia’s newest detainee, a Federation doctor charged with espionage. AU in which Garak was never exiled. Set during early season 3.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Baze tries to befriend new arrival Chirrut Îmwe, but accidentally woos him instead.</blockquote> ➤ I am thoroughly charmed and delighted by this version of Chirrut and Baze

<blockquote>A failed attempt at reincarnating a supersoldier meets his former self's old boyfriend.</blockquote> ➤ incredible worldbuilding and characterizing, as always for shukyou. I was particularly drawn in by the questions of identity in this story.

<blockquote>"I don't mess with the fae," Otabek says. "I'm not asking you to mess with them," JJ flat-out lies.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Back in St Petersburg, Victor attempts to combine coaching Yuuri with preparing for his own return to competition. The spirit is willing but the flesh may be weak.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Sixteen year old Victor spontaneously travels to the future, where he's... retired? And married?</blockquote> ➤ OH MY GOD. the oustide pov of Viktor's teenage self is amaaaazing

<blockquote>Victor learns language through mimicry, hears phrases and repeats them back until the inflection becomes second nature. Yuuri seems to communicate best through euphemism, through metaphor, through talking around the subject rather than approaching it head on, and so Victor tries his best to mimic him, to take his words and echo them back. (Vignettes in language learning and communication, spanning the whole series.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>“No,” answered my father. “Better.” He sat on the bench behind him. My brothers and I knew better than to sit ourselves. “He wants to end the curse on his line. And Artau Ehat, the lord of the sky and protector of Therete, has said to the king of Therete — or to his priests, since because of the curse the king himself isn’t able to enter the god’s presence — that the curse will be ended when the prince Atehatsqe marries your sister. And,” he continued into our perplexed silence, “if he can get a better price for timber, so much the better.”</blockquote> ➤ part of leckie's godsverse

<blockquote>"The king is dead," says Samuels. "Long live the king." A story about fealty and destiny, spies and secrets, and the things we do to hold onto power.</blockquote> ➤ okay this one actually is as good as frostfire's fic, though in different ways. I'll probably still reread frostfire's fic more often though because it's shorter

<blockquote>Stranded on the planet Sigma Nox while searching for a missing away team, Spock and Kirk find themselves pitted against a disturbing native life form. With the captain out of commission on a regular basis and Spock struggling to preserve his stoicism, staying alive is difficult enough – but when a slim chance for escape surfaces, their resolve is truly put to the test. Together they must fight for survival in the heart of an alien jungle, and in the process, uncover the mystery of the planet’s past. Slow build K/S. Written for the 2011 Star Trek Big Bang on LJ - look for links to the mix and art there! Warnings: Minor character death. Mind control themes and sort-of-zombies. Dark at times due to twisted xenobiological shenanigans. Mild themes of stress-related weight loss. Heaps of TOS references and/or spoilers. Eventual smut. Freakishly long chapters.</blockquote> ➤ A very good fic! I loved the inclusion and importance of Longclaw, and how different she was while still able to work together with them. ➤ I was also very interested by the ecology/history/alien-anthropology of the planet, and although I am sad the fic didn't end by giving us conclusions about exactly what all is going on with this place, it leaves the characters also invested and wanting/intending to know more, which was good and worked for the fic.

<blockquote>It was the only the beginning of a relentless campaign of terror and romance.</blockquote> ➤ knowledge of canon unnecessary

<blockquote>There is a part of him that says: you are not human.</blockquote> ➤ no longer up, but can be downloaded at https://bemusedlybespectacled.tumblr.com/post/160888181546/the-unofficially-curated-thebrotherswinchester-fic

<blockquote>Kirk contracts a condition that makes him feel perpetually cold. Spock has to perform mind melds to convince Kirk he’s warm.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A single rumor could move mountains, or topple thrones. Sejanus had been very good at this game, but Hilarion knew better than to think it one of his own strengths. Then again, political acuity had gotten Sejanus imprisoned, his brother exiled, and his house doomed to crumble away with no son to inherit it, and Hilarion, for all his faults, would not make the same mistake twice. But he could not imagine standing before their cranky, sleep-rumpled king and telling Attolis that he ought to be careful of a mere rumor.</blockquote> ➤ fic about Eugenides' attendants! And it feels spot-on

<blockquote>BURR Secretary Hamilton, belay that shouting! You protest too much, there's certainly no doubting the other figments of your own brain would agree, and so far there's been seven, plus me--but who's counting?</blockquote> ➤ HOLY CRAP. I am seriously impressed.

<blockquote>No one knows Tony is Iron Man. Then Tony gets amnesia, and literally /no one/ knows Tony is Iron Man.</blockquote> ➤ if that summary doesn't sound inherently appealing then I don't even know what to say

<blockquote>Home is a strange place.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“So Benny, you know it’s traditional to bring a date to a wedding, right?”</blockquote> ➤ Vecchio and Stella's wedding

<blockquote>Five ways Damen and Laurent could have met.</blockquote> ➤ all five are fabulous!

<blockquote>Tybalt hadn't asked Benvolio to drag him into the escape pod, to a planet with too much sky, with people he's pretty sure mostly hate him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>John always gets a little thrill when he sees Rodney sign at him across the room, casually dissing people literally standing next to him and John is the only one who knows.</blockquote> ➤ In which Rodney is mute and talks in sign language

<blockquote>"The colloquial name is bloodstone," says the man from StrexCorp's Acquisitions division. "Heard of them?" Carlos shakes his head. "No, but I'm not a minerologist. Are you certain this wasn't intended for the geology department?" / Carlos is a loyal company employee, who has never been to any place called Night Vale and never met anyone named Cecil…which doesn’t explain the mysterious woman appearing in his lab, or these dreams he’s started having…</blockquote> ➤ My god, it's finally finished! I've been following this WIP from the beginning and it's been a great experience. What a good fic!

<blockquote>Benvolio is playing spin the bottle. Tybalt is not. (They're in underground dystopian Verona, because why not.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>The greatest treat of all was sitting on his father’s lap to add his signature to the bottom of a letter to Atticus while his father corrected his spelling: kappa iota kappa epsilon, the pen slipping in his chubby hand, rho omega nu. Cicero the younger sends his greetings to Titus the Athenian.</blockquote> ➤ political and personal all mixed up in each other: awww yeah ➤ but now I get to figure out how to tag roman names. goddamnit what do I call people.

<blockquote>When I was a very small child my Aunt Semele was struck by lightning and died.</blockquote> ➤ HOLY CRAP this fic is good. also I don't have the right feelings tag for it and don't know what the correct feeling is to describe how the fic made me feel. Feelings are hard. ➤ also bonus A+ commentary: http://amo.dreamwidth.org/228448.html

<blockquote>The request that resulted in these stories was "Long, plotty threesome fic with UST, manful British repression, and stuff with the dragons".</blockquote> ➤ series contains two stories: ➤ "Faithful in the Performance: <blockquote>On board the Allegiance, Laurence has a lot of time to think. Granby and Tharkay try to talk him out of it.</blockquote> ➤ "From, and To, and Why": <blockquote>Laurence's talent for repression, Tharkay's for self-denial, and Granby's for exploding when he just can't take it anymore finally come to a head. Also, Temeraire and Iskierka nearly get everyone killed.</blockquote> ➤ In which the characters are all extremely themselves, and I was strongly overcome with feelings about everything

<blockquote>SPOILERS for the entire series, 1-7, but ESPECIALLY for Crucible of Gold. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Half a sentence from Iskierka, and a cup of grog, passed from hand to hand at a bonfire. That's all the canon gives us. An attempt to fill in the missing pieces. The story of Captain Little, John Granby, and William Laurence, through the years.</blockquote>