LINKDING

<blockquote>Kraven needs a plus one to the National Geographic Anniversary Gala. Doreen was born for this.</blockquote> ➤ I AM SO DELIGHTED, THIS IS SO DELIGHTFUL

<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>Susan and Aravis exchange gifts.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Each bird must have its nest.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Zeiat is determined to find out how humans reproduce. Sphene doesn't really help.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Théodule's evening of fun turns out to be more complicated than expected.</blockquote> ➤ an unusual ship, plausibly and entertainingly done

<blockquote>So, the thing is:  -Luke Skywalker is a virgin at twenty-three. And, like, okay, it’s not as though he didn’t have opportunities. He totally had opportunities. After he blew up the Death Star? He could have slept with, like. At least three separate people, if he’d wanted. </blockquote> ➤ now I really want all the luke/lando fics oh my god how had I never considered this as a possible ship

<blockquote>After the Battle of Yavin, whoever's in charge of the Rebel barracks tells Luke he can go through Biggs' things - someone has to do it, and everyone knows he and Luke were best friends, since Biggs hasn't shut up about the kid since he left Tatooine. Maybe he finds some keepsakes from home, or some holos of them he didn't even know Biggs had, or he takes some of Biggs' clothes, even though they're too big, because they remind him of him?</blockquote>

➤ Five Advents for the woman who becomes Lady Capulet (mostly gen, with a hint of f/f).

<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>Count Paris returns to Verona and finds everything tiresomely unchanged—with the exception of one intriguingly grown-up Tybalt Capulet. Pre-canon.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Kitty was never anyone’s anything. Not her mother’s favourite, not her father’s. Not eldest or youngest or wittiest or prettiest. Not troublesome, not helpful – she tried both, and failed intermittently in equal directions. She was not the one people asked for, or asked after, or asked to marry them. No one even needed her to play the piano.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“What is it this time?” Bahorel asked, laughing, from his precarious perch on the back of a chair near Enjolras. “Lose your hat again? Finally find an Evening pair who want a threesome?” Courfeyrac did not dignify this with a response. Instead he stuck his nose in the air and said, “If you must know, the Baron Pontmercy has finally proposed marriage.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>A meeting at a ball on biopunk dystopia Verona.</blockquote>

Prompt:<blockquote>Valjean is overwhelmed with gratitude to the bishop for his forgiveness, stays on as his gardener and accidentally develops feelings that fill both of them with terrible guilt</blockquote>

<blockquote>Fantine is watching Cosette in the playground when someone she seems to know approaches her...</blockquote>

<blockquote>Afterwards, the Romans returned the bodies. Murna supposed that she should be grateful.</blockquote>

<blockquote>On the way back from a less than satisfactory trip to the Hyacinthe Club, Bahorel is accosted by some thieves--and aided by a mysterious, and much more satisfactory, stranger.</blockquote> ➤ what a good

<blockquote>If you've been thirsty for Winter Soldier/Yuri Gagarin boy do I have the fanfiction for you. May 1960, the Winter Soldier gets a typical "sleep with these people to prove their loyalty" mission in Star City.</blockquote> ➤ I am baffled but in a good way.

<blockquote>sathinfection asked: Musichetta and Sophie as an old radical printing couple OH DID SOMEBODY SAY “TAKE MINOR/UNNAMED FEMALE CHARACTERS AND RUN AWAY WITH THEM FAR PAST ANY PROPORTION TO THEIR APPEARANCE IN THE NOVEL?”  Because damn right I’ll do that.</blockquote>

<blockquote>carmarthenfan asked: Prouvaire/Cosette, at the theatre? So this is a horrible prompt, because at what time would these two characters be alive and at the theater together??????!!!!!!!!!! <—- (THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE.) However, I have stretched some credibility and come up with an extremely silly and dashed-off scenario that more-or-less accounts for this. Please ignore questions that may spring to mind such as “Where did the tickets come from,” and “Why this play,” as they will only cause problems for you. Also this is probably equal-opportunity lightly implied Prouvaire/Cosette and Prouvaire/Bahorel.</blockquote> ➤ ao3 summary: <blockquote>In which the Fauchelevent family attends the theater, Bahorel breaks a lute over someone's head, Prouvaire does his impression of a dodo, and Romanticism wins a great and noisy triumph.</blockquote>

<blockquote>marius/montparnasse, bodyswap</blockquote> ➤ !!!!

<blockquote>Valjean/Favourite, first kiss over dessert</blockquote>

<blockquote>When Rosaline is a little girl, she likes flowers and pretty things. She likes old books, with cracked leather binding, with pages filled with fairy tales or intrigues or household accounts. She likes the curve of her cousin’s smile. She likes the sound of her laugh. She likes the sound of her name. She sounds it out. Juliet. Juli-et. It rhymes with well-met, regret. It rhymes with poetry that has not been written yet.</blockquote>

<blockquote>After he leaves Romeo to dream of Julia and Benvolio to his bed, Mercutio finds someone else waiting for him on the steps of his brother's house. Zorzi gave a snort. "You, earthbound? Wingèd Mercury himself would have a devil of a time to catch you in one of your moods." "That is one thing," said Mercutio, slipping a companionable arm around Zorzi's shoulders, square and strong under the plain brown velvet of his doublet. A curl of hair caught and twisted around Mercutio's fingers. "But Romeo flies on love's light wings, and love is as true a material as wax: it melts in the sunlight."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Fantine and Zéphine share one drunken, joyous evening; it changes nothing.</blockquote>

<blockquote>On her way home, Favourite buys a shawl - a pretty thing, fine, expensive silk too light for the coming winter but with a deep rich color that will draw becoming highlights into her hair and match the tint of her lips. Settled around her shoulders, it conceals last year's now-unfashionable neckline and lends weight to her confident, carefree air; a weight she needs to hide the fluttering lightness in her stomach.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Dahlia and Zéphine push the boundaries of knowledge together while they wait for their respective lovers.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Dahlia takes in a girl named Fantine not long after forgetting a girl named Fantine.</blockquote>

<blockquote>What would make a man give up being a princeling of Egypt and send him off to the wilderness for forty years of faithful devotion?</blockquote> ➤ so uh I just read God/Moses porn and wasn't even weirded out by it? Like, this is alarmingly plausible and strangely lovely? OKAY THEN