LINKDING

Summary: <blockquote>Sequel to Late Night, North Station. Lan Zhan brings Wei Ying and A-Yuan home with him. Now he just needs to figure out how to get them to stay.</blockquote> ➤ modern au where wwx reappears after many years and lwj wants to keep him in his life in whatever way he can ➤ I love! how much they care about each other, and how they try to navigate the new/old dynamics between them with the additional perspective that being older will bring ➤ though lwj still hasn't entirely figured out the framework to understand his attraction to wwx ➤ they're both trying so hard to not overstep boundaries between them but they can both agree that whatever is best for a-Yuan is worth doing ➤ watching them slide into intimacy and intertwined lives, and how lwj comes alive with wwx and a-yuan in his life! endless delight ➤ impeccable under-negotiated d/s vibes between them ➤ I love the glimpses into all the other people in their lives as well! ➤ ahhh there are so many things I could keep saying about this fic! it's so good ➤ 106k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>In his defence, how was he to know that the screaming hellion who’d attacked the slave traders he’d infiltrated (and been promptly captured) was the young master of Thousand Swords Sect? And he wasn’t a monster. It wasn’t like he was going to let the kid get killed, not when he’d provided him the perfect distraction to take out the slave traders while their backs were turned.</blockquote> ➤ an original xianxia short story on ao3 ➤ in which an unorthodox cultivator gets himself adopted by a small child who turns out to be part of a major righteous sect, despite the unorthodox cultivator's attempts to remain a lone wolf unencumbered by attachments ➤ totally adorable and delightful! ➤ 1k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>the original text of babyfic as seen on twitter, archived here because who knows what will happen to twitter lmao. updated version of the fic is an ongoing project, you can read the first five chapters here. / Shang Qinghua and Mobei-jun find and adopt a baby. This has no consequences for their relationship, Shang Qinghua's emotional state, or the world whatsoever.</blockquote> ➤ I've previously saved the in progress revised edition as a separate bookmark but I just wanted to save this version too!

<blockquote>“When did you arrive?” Lan Zhan asks, but he’s looking at the child in Wei Wuxian's arms, and the question is clearly, whose baby is this, and maybe, should I be concerned? or Accidental (haunted) baby acquisition</blockquote>

<blockquote>Shang Qinghua accidentally adopts a baby, turns down a proposal, starts some fires, and discovers that he, too, can change. With a dash of Dadbei-jun and Bingqiu drama for flavor. Or: a baby falls into Moshang's laps. Chaos ensues.</blockquote> ➤ originally read on twitter! https://twitter.com/starofseventh/status/1526080863074516992

<blockquote>Lan Zhan finds A-Yuan lost in the railway station. He maybe finds more than he bargined for. Some mornings you leave for the office and come back with a son (and possibly a husband too). cw. lost child and the fears that surround that, but nothing bad happens to A-Yuan. Loss and grief lightly touched on.</blockquote>

<blockquote>After Yongxing's death, Laurence finds Emily crying in the garden. (Among all these political machinations, no one thinks of the children).</blockquote>

<blockquote>Lan Qiren did not raise Zhan'er to text an hour and a half before dinner to call it off without explanation.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It’s a three-day journey through the Donchad jungle’s muggy labyrinth to our research site. As such, I wish to gift you in advance an extraordinary breakthrough in our understanding of the Telperi flower’s time-bending properties: A first-hand account from the sole survivor of the tragedy that occurred during the last blooming season.</blockquote> ➤ the footnotes do work and they're important

<blockquote>Wei Ying makes his voice bright and says, “Well, take this one!” and deposits A-Yuan into Mo Xuanyu’s arms, and this time the look on his face isn’t just an almost smile. A-Yuan fists a chubby hand in his hair and gazes that way babies do, open and amazed. “Gah!” he says. “Gah!” Mo Xuanyu says right back. / Or: Mo Xuanyu finds a home for himself.</blockquote> ➤ love wwx's voice in this fic

<blockquote>When Wei Ying set out to move on from his ex after the ex broke his heart and left him cold and alone in the world, he hadn't expected the result to be quite so, well, incredible. If he is honest. All he'd meant to do was have a one-night stand with a random guy, hoping the whole time that somewhere out there Wang Peng could feel it somehow and seethe with jealousy. But the guy he'd randomly picked up at a park, of all places, has turned out to be a fantastic fucking lay. Or, Wangxian are idiots and Wei Ying finds himself in the family way.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“It’s okay that you miss him,” said Lan Wangji, a familiar litany to them both by now. “Do you feel sad?” “I feel sad,” A-Yuan repeated, shoulders hitching with tiny hiccuping sniffs. “When is he coming back?” “I don’t know. I am not sure where he is.” But this seemed to frustrate A-Yuan. “Xian-gege! I miss him! Please, baba?” He looked up at him with wet cheeks and a wide, quivering frown. “Please baba can you ask him? I really miss him!” He sobbed again, heartbreakingly. It stabbed straight through him, cracking open the reservoir of loss and helplessness that was all his own. His child’s grief did that, sometimes. It always took him by surprise. He caught his breath sharply and gathered A-Yuan into his arms, holding him tight until the pain ebbed. “I will try,” he said softly into A-Yuan’s hair, when he could speak again. He never made uncertain promises and tried not even to raise uncertain hopes, but his son was hurting. His son believed he could make it better. He couldn’t not try. Wen Qing might at least know who this “Xian-gege” was. He would text her in the morning. It would be a start.</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>People in our neighborhood are always saying what a pity it is that two such fine-looking people as my cousin Bluma and her husband have no children yet. I don’t see that they’re so fine-looking as all that. Still, I’ve often thought that if Bluma had a little bit more business of her own to worry about, she might have less time to waste getting into mine.</blockquote> ➤ It's the sequel to "Further Arguments in Support of Yudah Cohen’s Proposal to Bluma Zilberman"! Which has been sitting in my notes waiting for me to bookmark it for an unconscionable number of years! It's great! I lovvvvve the outside perspective on Yudah and Bluma, and Shaina's narration is a delight

<blockquote>This was a bit strange to write; I wrote In for a Penny more than ten years ago. In fact, Fl-ASH-fiction Wednesday was to celebrate its 10-year publication anniversary! I remember when I wanted to touch up the paint on my old car, I looked up the color in my documentation and bought the exactly correct shade from the dealership. But when I put it on, it didn't match at all! Then I realized--the paint on the car isn't the same color it was when it was new! It's been out in the world all this time, metamorphosing. This was a bit like that. I've been growing up all this time, and Nev and Penny and their friends haven't, so nothing I write about them now will quite match. In some ways, this story is maybe a self-indulgent exercise in letting them grow up too, just a little. But I did find it deeply satisfying to write. As Penny learned, there's nothing wrong with indulging yourself now and then! Hopefully I'm indulging you, too. </blockquote> ➤ a short story set after In For A Penny. Honestly it's been enough time since I read the book that I don't recall all the deeply personal emotional underpinnings behind the stuff going on in this story but it really worked for me nonetheless, I love the way this story is like...an exploration of how to do the work of building up positive relationships despite complexities

<blockquote>In which Gregor Vorbarra accidentally acquires a baby.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“You think you could try to go back to sleep?” Marcus asked, pawing for his glasses. “Just give it a shot?” There was a pause, and Marcus really, truly hoped that this time, finally, his five-year-old son would shrug, turn around, and head back to his room, and that would be the end of it for the night, and he could shut his eyes and not open them again until much, much closer to his wake-up alarm.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ann Crothers looked at the clock and frowned and turned the fire lower under the bacon. She had already poured his coffee; he liked it cooled to a certain degree; but if he did not get up soon it would be too cool and the bacon too crisp and he would be angry and sulk the rest of the day. She had better call him.</blockquote> ➤ originally published in the 50's.

<blockquote>The yarn baby lasted a good month, emitting dry, cotton-soft gurgles and pooping little balls of lint, before Ogechi snagged its thigh on a nail and it unravelled as she continued walking, mistaking its little huffs for the beginnings of hunger, not the cries of an infant being undone. By the time she noticed, it was too late, the leg a tangle of fibre, and she pulled the string the rest of the way to end it, rather than have the infant grow up maimed. If she was to mother a child, to mute and subdue and fold away parts of herself, the child had to be perfect.</blockquote>

<blockquote>This is just a little thing--see, raphaela667 wrote this really lovely story, Five Times James T Kirk Didn't Get Married (And One Time He Did), and I was so very intrigued by the ideas in the first one that I just had to poke around a bit. Besides, it was only a matter of time before he found out he had a kid.</blockquote>

<blockquote>a daddy!Comebferre AU based on this drawing by SimplyIrenic. Since the barricades are, as tenlittlebullets once described it, Victor Hugo’s what-if-1832-was-1848 AU, we’re going to go with that. GUESS WHAT LOUIS-PHILIPPE YOUR REIGN ENDED AFTER ONLY TWO YEARS I’m sure this comes as a surprise to many 19th century historians. (Also I am not saying that Louis-Philippe’s reign kept us from having steampunk airships, but I am implying it.) </blockquote>

<blockquote>Uhura’s eyes go wide and alarmed as soon as she sees him. “Captain. You have a baby. Who gave you a baby?” “Her parents. The Ambassadors.” Honestly, there is no need for this level of dismay. Jim’s totally on top of this. He brandishes the arm with the baby attached to it show exactly how on top of this he is. The baby’s rock-solid grip doesn’t falter at all; she just gurgles and continues to mouth at Jim’s elbow. “Actually, I was hoping you could help me out with some language stuff. Do you think this bronze color on her cheeks means happy?”</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Joan thinks she should be less surprised by his sudden, “Watson, we’re getting married!” and yet, here she is, cooking her egg and trying not to be astonished." Infants are vanishing, and Sherlock and Joan go undercover as a married couple to find their kidnappers.</blockquote> ➤ I have this terrible need to see Sherlock and Joan in all the traditional slash tropes only platonically (okay no lbr I kind of want that for ALL THE FANDOMS, but this one especially) so the ending made me sad because it is a shippy ending. ➤ But everything else about the fic was great!

<blockquote>Rescuing that baby from the burning house was only the beginning of Laurence's troubles. And, of course, Tharkay's.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“I'd hate to have a kid like me.” - Calvin, The Authoritative Calvin And Hobbes</blockquote> ➤ also featuring a beautiful and perfect explanation of where Bacon's name comes from.

<blockquote>The whole thing started when Yertel asked McKay, “If you have had trouble bearing fruit, there are many men in this camp who will be happy to help,” and Rodney said, “What? Oh, no, our fruit supplies are fine—actually, I’m allergic to citrus anyway so I’m bigger on you know, cake,” which turned out to be some sort of near-tacit admission of infertility on P6X-990. “What the fuck, McKay!” John yelled. “I can’t take you anywhere!” “How was I supposed to know men—” Rodney stumbled over the words, making a face”—gestated their young! It’s not like it’s my fault! And why do they think I’m the one ‘bearing fruit’ anyway! I’m obviously a pollinator.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>"John Sheppard's my best friend," [Rodney] said, his voice slower, heavier, that clunky awkwardness making it seem achingly honest. "Six months ago a Wraith dart crashed on one of Atlantis' piers. When it blew up, it sprayed this horribly corrosive chemical cocktail over everyone close by. We had to put you into stasis because. . . because you were hurt so badly you'd have died before we could save you." [...] "Okay, I'll wake up now. Isn't that what you want?" John knew his expression was tight, but he crimped an eyebrow up anyway. "Is there a magic word?" "You don't want to say goodbye?" John absolutely did not want to do that. He just. . . he wanted to never remember any of this. He felt his mouth twist the way it did when he was angry. "To all my imaginary little friends? What would be the point?"</blockquote>

<blockquote>So in last week's Databurst, shusu (who I might be sortakinda secretly stalking) wrote the following about trinityofone's Misery to Man: "This is a triumph of sprogfic, and a totally incredible story, missing being the Pick of the Week by that much. Why so awesome? Because there is no conceivable way to give it a happy ending. NONE. All of fandom is trying to disprove that theorem, but as of right now, it's the Millennium Prize of SGA fanon." Now, me being me, and determined that there ain't no pairing high enough (except for McBeck, which makes me want to puke), ain't no sadness low enough, ain't no cliche wide enough to keep me from at least giving it a go, babe, have decided to prove her wrong. A happy ending for Misery?</blockquote> from skaredykat's rec on fancake: <blockquote>The premise: In trinityofone's Misery to Man, Rodney's about to accidentally die on an alien planet when the aliens kindly offer John the option of mpreg-reincarnating him. John says yes, wee!Rodney has no memories that his father used to be his lover. In the fic I'm reccing here, La Dulce Espera, a sequel to Misery to Man, John has a hard time dealing with this; Teyla steps in. Interesting but somewhat sad, until the end.</blockquote>

<blockquote>He loved those things, and yet they were things. He had owned them. Now they were gone. He had recently come to realize that ownership was a relationship. What did it mean to own a thing? To shape it and contain it? He could not possess or be possessed until he knew.</blockquote> ➤ the story of a woman and her robot and their daughter, and what it means to love

<blockquote>Ronon's evening mother is probably rolling in her grave right now.</blockquote> ➤ sequel is "all-of-a-kind family": http://verity.dreamwidth.org/713924.html