LINKDING

Summary: <blockquote>Lan Qiren was running to catch up, because he was always running to catch up. He was determined not to fall behind, but he was slow, as always, and tired more easily than the others, and then he got distracted and realized a considerable distance had opened up between him and the rest of the group. He ran to catch up – He tripped. He was going to fall flat on his face, he realized as he pitched forward, throwing his hands up in front of his face to try to blunt the pain since humiliation was already a given. He probably wasn’t far enough behind for them not to see this, and then his brother would turn his face away and sigh, aggravated, his shoulders slumping in disappointment at how Lan Qiren had lost him and their sect face all over again. Lan Qiren was so bound up in his gloomy thoughts that it took him a moment to realize that he had not, in fact, hit the ground. Someone had caught him. Lan Qiren straightened himself up immediately and dropped into a deep salute. “Thank you for your help –” He looked up. “…Sect Leader Wen,” he finished weakly.</blockquote> ➤ another lan qiren/wen ruohan canon divergence au! though also wen ruohan/nie dad at the same time ➤ this one follows lqr from when he's a young teen and it's very fun to see his changing perspectives on wrh over time ➤ I enjoyed it a great deal, and also it's fun to see what is and isn't the same between this fic and the others by the same author featuring these characters and ships ➤ and I just want MORE! ➤ 89k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>“Why are we even here?” Wen Xu groused. “Yeah! That’s right! Why are we here?” Wen Chao immediately chimed, very obviously taking his cues from his elder brother – much to the latter’s irritation, judging by his immediate scowl. Lan Qiren knew that he needed to pick his next words very carefully. With recalcitrant students, a teacher only had a few opportunities to really connect with them. If he allowed them to dismiss him or categorize him as an enemy at this early stage, it would be an incredibly uphill battle to gain enough respect in order to teach them anything, and in this case, given the strength of their background and the fact that this little teaching session was both likely to be short and definitely completely unauthorized, it would quite possibly make it completely impossible to ever get through to them. “You are here,” Lan Qiren said solemnly, each word slow and thoughtful, “because your father is an ass.” (a story of kidnapping and falling in love, reluctantly)</blockquote>

Summary: <blockquote>"Nie Huaisang," Jiang Cheng hisses, "have you brought me to a sex club?" "Don't be ridiculous," Nie Huaisang says breezily. "You can't have sex in a licenced venue."</blockquote> ➤ I appreciate the focus on kink done in less explicitly sexual ways, where the focus is more on people who like kink as an end in itself rather than only sexual ➤ series consists of: already more than skin can hold turn away from flowers altogether delicate names like bones in the body wild patience you seem, secretly, to love everything with a little sting qualities, much underrated so cold you're boiling over splendor hung aloft the night a city erected quick-time beyond what the body knows

<blockquote>Liu Qingge is struck by a poison that affects him at inopportune moments. The only cure, of course, is dual cultivation with an accomplished cultivator. Too bad that the only person around is Luo Binghe, and that suddenly everything is happening at once. Yue Qingyuan? Kidnapped. Shen Qingqiu? On his way to rescue him. Luo Binghe? Confronting a truth he never expected. And Liu Qingge is left with his spotty cultivation, a bone to pick, and no plans for how to cure himself of the poison.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Shizun said I made you feel so good,” Luo Binghe says, “that I could fuck you any time I wanted.” Liu Qingge stops breathing for a second. “What,” he blurts out. Shen Qingqiu could tell he’d been into it?!</blockquote>

<blockquote>AKA: The one where Geralt is a bartender and Jaskier sings karaoke.</blockquote> ➤ series consists of: when midnights break their sleep so I'm the dragon (big deal) a heart i couldn't silence

<blockquote>Things Eddie Brock flirts with on a regular basis: death, insanity, his ex, his ex’s new boyfriend, and also the alien symbiote that lives inside his body. Not bad for a loser with no game, really.</blockquote> ➤ I love everyone in this fic but most especially I love Dan?

<blockquote>Cosette, an aspiring musician, is certain she's locked into her terrible recording contract forever and the public will never get to hear her music. Then a mysterious DJ named Enjolras remixes one of her original demos. She follows his digital trail to a club called the ABC, where she's offered the chance to join the music revolution. What ensues includes romance, past lives revealed, the making of an album, and a protest concert.</blockquote> ➤ inspired by the DJenjolras twitter originally

<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>He had a sniper rifle scoping the girl’s bright eyes and the guy’s smile.</blockquote> ➤ psychic powers au

<blockquote>In the first month of being co-opted into working with Illya Kuryakin full time at U.N.C.L.E., Napoleon stole Illya’s father’s watch four times, twice out of spite, once out of drunken curiosity, and once out of sheer boredom. After the fourth time, Gaby sprained one of Napoleon’s fingers and threatened to do worse if he did it again. “You are not a spy,” she told him firmly, dangling the watch out of reach as Napoleon curled in a wincing, fetal position on his Le Corbusier couch in his upstate apartment. “You are a thief with the self-control of a child. Now give me back my ring.” “What ring?” Napoleon asked innocently, even through the pain. “How fond are you of your nose?” Gaby shot back blandly.</blockquote>

<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