LINKDING

<blockquote> a longfic study in why dating someone in your highly competitive field is not, perhaps, the wisest of ideas. </blockquote>

<blockquote>In which both Victor and Yakov have to remake themselves – Victor after his first Olympic gold and Yakov after his divorce.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Chirrut and Baze die and wake up in the Jedhan desert on the day the Empire rises. They have twenty years to make sure it all happens better this time.</blockquote> ➤ I continue in my endless love for star wars fic where character(s) are sent back in time to make things better

<blockquote>Luke Skywalker's parents are never going to be able to afford the college of his dreams. Luke resigns himself to community college. His best friend, Wedge, has a different idea. / Mind still scrambling for some sort of solution, Wedge asked, "Marriage? It's legal for you to get married." "And thank God for that." Luke rolled his eyes. "I don't know if you've noticed, buddy, but supreme court decision aside, there's not a lot of options for gay guys around here. Besides, how does that pitch go, marry me for the student loan debt?" "Okay," Wedge responded. </blockquote>

<blockquote>She drew herself to her full height when she saw me, setting her chin at a regal angle, announcing without words what she thought about herself and where she stood — or at least, what she wanted everyone to think she thought. “Well met,” she said, drawing the back of her hand hastily across her heat-warmed cheeks, rendered pink by sunlight. She took three sharp, shallow breaths, then squared her shoulders again. “I am come for audience with the Great Queen Ereškigala, ruler of the worlds below and mistress of souls.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>The moment he saw David, Patrick's heart started pounding. Hey, I think I’m in love with you felt dangerously close to being something he wanted to say out loud, even though he knew it would be a terrible idea. Especially this early on. Especially with his business partner. Especially because he’d only recently figured out the whole liking other men thing. Especially because now he was officially—having sex—with the other men. Man. With David. This is fast, he thought. char-char-char-char-char- A story about sex, intimacy, and falling in love way before you meant to.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A novice forest witch wracked with self-doubt is sent to an icy land where she is inadvertently soul-bonded to a fearless silent warrior.</blockquote> ➤ loved the worldbuilding and the interrelationships and the main character, did not feel like the ending did enough to resolve things (especially the romance) but still really enjoyed the story overall

<blockquote>A string of murders must be solved by a would-be assassin who can't remember the last two years of his life and the magician who took those memories from him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Julian Bashir has been on Cardassia for six months. He thinks he's adapted pretty well. But when it's time to learn the language, he realizes he's nowhere near as clever as he thought. Set post-canon, about a year and a half after the series ends. Light stuff, with occasional dips into darker territory.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It started out as a simple lie. He should have known better than to get involved in a lie with Elim Garak.</blockquote>

<blockquote>But then Rodney would stand close to him, or be unexpectedly kind, or do something stupid and heroic, and John’s entire body would shout him, that one, Rodney McKay, him. Like the world was a candy store where John could just point and say I’ll have the genius with the big blue eyes and Rodney would be his with a bow on. / John did not ask to sprain his ankle, to be reassigned to the best quarters in Atlantis, or for Rodney McKay to become his new neighbor. But that’s what happened. Post-series. Here’s wishing callunavulgari a very Merry Christmas. She gave me a detailed letter with lots of avenues to explore. I was struck by “domesticity” and “a slow, lazy kind of jam that just makes me happy.” Here’s my attempt at that. <3</blockquote> ➤ aaahhhh I love it

<blockquote>Stuck under her uncle Denethor's care in Minas Tirith two years before the Enemy's final defeat, Lothíriel of Dol Amroth spies on a marshal from Rohan on her father's behalf. But nothing ever goes quite according to plan when you're eighteen and foolhardy.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The one where Keith and Shiro decide that pretending to be dating at Shiro's ex's sister's wedding is the best idea ever.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The thrilling sequel to Coco that you've all been waiting for! Miguel visits ... wait for it... wait for it... A LIBRARY. Or : Miguel probably can't prove that Ernesto is a murderer, but stupendous fuckbucket is still on the table.</blockquote> ➤ ohhhh dang this fic is INCREDIBLE

<blockquote>Three weeks into their delightful slog across Westeros, during yet another charming day of shitting in the woods, eating half-raw squirrel, and trudging his feet bloody, the single most dour and uninteresting woman Jaime had ever met in all of Westeros stopped in the middle of a field, drew a deep breath, and said, “When I was seven, my aunt came to visit with her son. My father told me that as the daughter of the house, it was my duty to show hospitality to my guests and to be gracious to them. I wanted to make him proud. So for three weeks, I let my cousin follow me around and talk to me about spiders.” “Spiders?” Jaime said, mildly interested. It was the most she’d volunteered in the entire time. “He was five years old. It was all he wanted to talk about. He’d describe them to me. He’d talk about how they ate by sucking the life out of their prey alive. He’d catch them and bring them to me and want me to hold them. One of them bit me and my hand swelled to the size of a melon. He told me spiders fall into our mouths from the ceilings while we sleep.” “He sounds truly charming,” Jaime said. “It must run in the family.” “And in all my life,” she went on, as if he hadn’t spoken, “I’ve never, ever, met anyone as annoying as him. Until you.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>Clark Kent woke up, ate breakfast, went to work—the same way he did every day. Ordinary. Except for the part where Superman hadn't been seen in at least a week and nobody knew why, Lois was acting kind of weird, and Bruce Wayne was insisting that Clark was the only reporter he'd allow to run a feature on the crashed alien ship in the park, since Wayne Enterprises had been granted control of the site. And the way Clark felt every time Wayne looked at him a little too long definitely wasn't helping. But it was fine. Clark was normal, there was nothing wrong with him, and everything was fine.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Working within the cultural norms of different planets can be difficult. The Voltron team have become adept at rolling with the punches. Having to pretend to be married to Keith is not the worst or the strangest thing Shiro has done in space. It might be the hardest. Or, rather, hiding that he's actually in love with his best friend will be the hardest.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Don’t read it,” Damen says, urgently, and he tries to pull Laurent back. In Akielon and, oddly, Veretian, the wall of the cave says: What does your heart desire? Laurent already has everything that his heart desires. Everything except- Auguste.</blockquote> ➤ I love this fic and everything about the alternate world and Laurent and Damen's experiences with trying to deal with it. I do not love the open-ended ending though.

<blockquote>Polly's comfortable back at The Duchess, with her well-worn routines and her well-worn life, and she's . . . absolutely not pining for her best friend, Mal, who forgot – hah! – to say goodbye before vanishing after the last peace negotiations. For the second time. Not that she's counting. But when Commander Vimes personally asks her to come to Ankh Morpork and learn the ways of the City Watch, for the good of Borogrovia, she feels she can't say no. She's forgotten Mal, she absolutely has. But then a mysterious someone starts sending her coffee. And that's only the beginning . . .</blockquote> ➤ I approve of this fic's opinions on Mal's gender

<blockquote>In which Jim finds himself fake-married to his first officer every other month. It's not his fault. Mostly. Dowries and Klingons are involved. Starfleet is decidedly not amused.</blockquote> ➤ what excellent fun with tropes. And I love how it ends!

<blockquote>Daniel is free to act without consequence. A 'Window of Opportunity' AU.</blockquote> ➤ I particularly appreciate the focus on Daniel and Teal'c's friendship

<blockquote>What if Jack and Daniel never joined the Stargate Program? AKA the Chicago AU.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Plagued by his poor performance at the GPF, Yuuri’s disastrous free at Japanese Nationals ends not just in eleventh-place, but deals him with a lasting injury, resulting in him retiring before the events of the show. He becomes a commentator, determined to move on from his uneventful skating career. Yet, a series of chance meetings with a smitten Viktor and his own yearning for the ice keeps drawing him back to competitive figure skating. In which everything's different, but it all ends the same anyway.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Sometimes Brad thinks Iraq is a parallel universe in which all manner of bizarre things occur with no regard to the logic of the cosmos. Things like Ray being in a band that's actually good, or like Brad sort of not really maybe falling in love with him. Crazy shit like that. Because seriously, what the fuck?</blockquote> ➤ the one where after Ray leaves the marines he starts a band

<blockquote>McKay and Sheppard in the universe from SG ep. 10.13, "The Road Not Taken". After Carter returns to her universe, someone's got to finish saving this one from the Ori.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A detective is called to a space station to solve the mystery of whether--and how--twelve astronauts are accessing the surface of a forbidden planet.</blockquote> ➤ oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh this is INCREDIBLE

<blockquote>When an underdog candidate promises a handsome reward to anyone who will help him win an election, world famous election advisers Mosca Mye and Eponymous Clent are on the job. The job is more complicated, not to mention more dangerous, than Mosca expected.</blockquote>

<blockquote>So I asked for prompts on DW and potted_music said "Geralt/Emhyr AU in which Emhyr is a witcher too" and I was all lol, how on earth could Emhyr have ended up as a witcher, and then this story happened.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ivan agrees to smuggle a teenaged girl onto Jackson's Whole, for totally moral purposes. Naturally, this is the entire Vorrutyer family's fault.</blockquote>

<blockquote>‘I think,’ Yuri says, still watching Chris like Chris is a puzzle he’s trying to solve, ‘that you had a good thing with Théo. If you know he doesn’t need you, and his partner doesn’t either, and they still want you around? They still want to care for you? That’s… that’s love, Chris.’ Or: Working title 'Christophe retires, has a breakdown, and a threesome'.</blockquote>