LINKDING

<blockquote>When you die, you have to walk a desert. Obi-Wan and Anakin are dead, and they've been to deserts before.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Three dances Death nearly had with Oberon and Titania.</blockquote>

<blockquote>the-arkadian asked: Weird crossover - Maxim de Winter's first kiss with Halal. ;-) (I'm guessing there'd only ever be the one.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>In his face there is no human pity, no understanding of her pain. If there had been, perhaps she would have hated him less. Elisabeth has sympathy for Death, once, but it's a long journey to get there.</blockquote>

<blockquote>i. Sam Vimes dies at nineteen, and not in his bed. </blockquote> ➤ Vimes' various deaths

➤ does what it says on the tin

<blockquote>I’m not sure this is pairing fic or breathplay, melannen, but uh, here it is. Warnings for…violence and strangulation and Montparnasse, I guess….</blockquote> ➤ yessssssssssss

<blockquote>Death paused.  Death really didn’t have time to pause because there was so much work to do: but Death had discovered long ago that it could make its own time.  Souls didn’t particularly suffer if it was slow to collect them.  But sometimes they wandered off and then there were ghosts and it hated to chase down ghosts if they were happy and weren’t causing any problems— Anyway.  Death paused.  This particular soul was curled up like a cat while it waited, and blinked and stretched and demurred when Death caught up to it.  “But I’m waiting for my friend.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>There is no simple word like beloved for what he feels for Tybalt's face, that tightening in his chest of mingled hatred and reluctant fondness, the rush of excitement whenever they cross blades or words. Mercutio has always won, before, the better fighter on both battlefields. Mercutio opens his eyes after the duel.</blockquote> ➤ Death creeping on one of my faves!

<blockquote>Crownprince Rudolf's childhood is lonely, filled with the harsh discipline of a future soldier king. But if you never have time to sit and listen to the stories of soul-dealing demons or the Erlkings cruel court, it can be very hard to know what to make of a friend, whose hair is filled with starlight and whose hand is cold like ice.</blockquote>

<blockquote>THERE IS ONLY ONE INEVITABILITY. ME.</blockquote> ➤ on Vetinari's friendship type thing with Death, and also Vetinari grooming Moist to take over after he dies

<blockquote>Death meets a poor woodcutter who's looking for a just man to be a godfather to his son. The new kid in Susan's class says he's going to be a great physician. The Death of Rats is just trying to do his job.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The lesson here, Susie thinks, is that tricking Death is tricky business. How do you outwit the personification of oblivion? Chess, obviously, won’t be the answer. Or: Susie plays Calvinball with Death.</blockquote> ➤ SUSIE PLAYS CALVINBALL WITH DEATH. I was so there from the summary, and the fic does not disappoint.

➤from the prompt: <blockquote>little cosette runs into halal bringing water back for the thenardiers</blockquote> ➤except it does basically the opposite thing with the premise than I did in my fic

<blockquote>Esca has always been able to see Death.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When Julia almost dies of the scarlet fever, young Tybalt makes a bargain with Death. It doesn't go quite how he hoped it would. (Budapesti Operettszínház productions of both Rómeó és Júlia and Elisabeth as canon.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Ich kam, weil du mich brauchst." Crown Prince Rudolf has one true and faithful friend who remained by his side throughout his life.</blockquote>

➤ Death comes for Sophie. (Elisabeth's daughter, not Elisabeth's mother in law)

<blockquote>Lonely and unable to sleep, Elisabeth's daughter finds she's not the only one wandering the corridors...</blockquote> ➤ (not Szabo!Death)

<blockquote>Death and Vetinari can't go shopping for curtains, can they? Take this!</blockquote>

<blockquote>Esme and Lily Weatherwax, time and again.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"So, just to get it straight: you killed Mr. Hambit, who slaughtered your ox, who drank from the lake that quenched the fire that burnt the stick that beat the dog that bit your cat that ate Mr. Hambit's goat that cost two zuzes." THAT COST TEN ANKH MORPORK DOLLARS, ACTUALLY. BUT YOUR CHAIN OF EVENTS IS CORRECT. I BELIEVE THIS IS CALLED A MOTIVE?</blockquote>

<blockquote>Jack Harkness has been buried – sometimes alive, sometimes dead – under Cardiff for centuries. Eventually, this was bound to attract attention from someone who TALKS LIKE THIS.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The problem was that Death was too straightforward. Vetinari was used to thinking in twists, loops, and three steps ahead.</blockquote> ➤ In which Vetinari has a near-death experience

➤ Death needs a replacement for the next 100 years

➤ Crowley almost dies from a blessed bullet. Aziraphale convinces Death not to take him.

➤ Death comes for Hex

➤ Death has trouble collecting Granny. Not a deathfic.

<blockquote>The first time Jack died, he had enough time to look round confusedly, see the figure in black and go “Wha-” before he was gasping back to life. The second time he got as far as “Who ar-”. The third time he was rather more badly minced by the experience, and got out a whole “Look buddy, you'd better have a pretty good explanation for-”. The next few times were along the same lines. </blockquote> ➤ or: Jack becomes friends with Death