LINKDING

If Jiang Yanli had ever met Xuanyu, he would have been healed by the touch of her eyes only. She had that way about her. Nie Huaisang did his best work under her, caring for the wounded for that washed up ashore at the fortress that was his home. ➜ Nie Huaisang pov mdzs fic ➜about nhs's interactions with Jiang Yanli during the war, and with Mo Xuanyu leading up to his sacrificial ritual ➜ gorgeous, spare little glimpse into the ways jyl has been an influence on nhs, and the purposes to which he directs the things he learned from her ➜ so good!! ➜ 1k words long

summary: The air conditioned chill of Wei Ying's office gave way to a wall of humid heat as soon as they left the building. The walk to the station was only a few blocks, but the back of Lan Zhan's shirt was damp with sweat by the time she went underground. "So what's the curse, exactly," Wei Ying said as they jammed themselves into a packed subway car. At lunchtime on a weekday during summer break. Lan Zhan steadied herself against the car door. "I believe it's bad luck." "Holy shit," Wei Ying said. "Did she curse you to step on a Lego?" ➤ modern au f/f mdzs wangxian fic ➤ lwj and wwx are academic colleagues; lwj comes to wwx for help dealing with a minor curse ➤ I love the glimpses into their broader world, the way cultivation is a part of modern life, the dynamics lwj has with her family, etc ➤ the way lwj being a poet affects the prose of the piece, and her point of view! ➤ and the dynamics between lwj and wwx are soooo good <3 ➤ 1.7k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>Chu Wanning went up the stairs with the same hesitation with which she'd descended. Each moment was an opportunity to turn back. To be good. She unfastened the latch instead.</blockquote> ➤ rule 63 modern au f/f ranwan ➤ chu wanning has atticwifed taxian-jun ➤ cwn is SO horny for her wife (wives) but can't let herself just enjoy that ➤ CHU WANNING. ➤ 1k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>"Don't fuck your ex," Pei Ming said when Shi Qingxuan told him that she'd been cast in the Broadway debut of Heaven Official's Blessing.</blockquote>

Summary: <blockquote>"See, it's a fair trade," Wei Wuxian said, outlining the situation. "You get a wife! That's me! And Xuanyu can have a husband." Lan Wangji looked at the screen separating him from the bathtub. "In your proposition, you also have a husband."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Outside, San Niang has long finished the quota of charity Xie Lian allotted her. She's drinking something from the bakery on the corner—probably one of their dreadful, bitter coffees. The wind is making a mess of her hair. Yearning plants a seed in Xie Lian's heart.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Shen Yuan hates Shang Qinghua's sex scenes. Or so she claims.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"That was an exhibit," Lan Zhan said after a moment. Tarbosaurus bataar, the gem of the Museum of Natural History's collection. "It was," Wei Ying said smugly. "And now it has feathers!"</blockquote>

<blockquote>Sha Hualing has always wanted to have a rival.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In a tragic reversal of Ouyang Zizhen's fantasies, he is rescued by Senior Wei. Hanguang-Jun assists. </blockquote>

<blockquote>Grandpa likes to call Yuri's cat—his other cat—Matroskin, because she talks so much. Maya hid under Yuri's bed for their first two months of cohabitation and yowled every time he kicked his shoes under there. She’ll cuddle up to Yuri now as long as they both pretend it’s not happening. That’s the proper order of things when it comes to humans and cats.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A year ago, Victor would never have dared to do something like this. Yuuri would have flinched, pulled away, been convinced Victor was making fun of him. Now Yuuri just smiled and said, "Think about what? My husband coming to bed in a wig and flannel pajamas? No, I don't think I did."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Patty took Abby by the arm and gently towed her into the booth, where they could pretend to have some privacy. Holtzmann was warming up her soldering iron and Erin was trying to teach Kevin how to use his iPhone contacts: the privacy was mildly less illusory than usual. "What's the deal with the three of you?" "We're scientists?" Abby said. "Unless you meant to include Kevin." "Bless that child, no." Patty gestured from Abby to Holtzmann (gleefully affixing things to other things with molten metal) and then to Erin. "I mean, this situation." "We all believe in ghosts?" Abby tried. "We all have Ph.D.s?" Patty looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "Is this some kind of Sisterhood of the Traveling Lab Coat or do you have a history?" "None of us wear lab coats," Abby said.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Patty covered her face with her hands. She needed a few moments to compose herself. "I'm not joining some ghost swingers club." "Maybe I could help out," Holtzmann said, voice dipping low. "You gonna use that badge printer to make membership cards?" Patty said. Holtzmann swung her leg to the floor. "No, instead of the ghost."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Poe's young lovers are trying to kill him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"How'd you learn all this stuff, anyway?" Finn says. Rey says, "Hand me the conductive grease." Finn doesn't move; she snaps her fingers. "Come on, it's the blue tube, the one—" "Oh, yeah, I see." He slides it to her across the ship's floor. "So? How did—" "Like that," says Rey.</blockquote>

<blockquote>For thirty-four weeks, five days, ten hours, and sixteen minutes, your time and your body were your own.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Here is a fic in which Sam, Natasha, and Bucky bake Steve a birthday cake</blockquote>

<blockquote>The Young Avengers' band is also called The Young Avengers, because they're very subtle. They've written three songs together: "Destroy You," "Superpowered," and "Unnatural Love," which, given the percentage of people in the band with the same equipment fucking each other, you might think was about gay liberation, but actually chronicles the time Loki read them the juicy parts of Flowers in the Attic on a trip up the coast.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"What are you doing here?" she hisses beneath her breath as the other sales associate busies herself conspicuously at the register. "I have this under control. I know what I’m doing." "You are posing as…" The Winter Soldier lets his voice drop. "A very personal stylist.” Hawkeye rolls her eyes. “I am a personal stylist. I have a resume and everything.” "You picked out Barton’s clothing once?" The Winter Soldier says. From the fitting room, the Little Spider calls, “Can I try these in teal?”</blockquote> ➤ also on ao3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/2507933

<blockquote>Kate has definitely considered what would happen if she ended up in a dude's body before, but it was, like, Noh-Varr, or maybe James Deen. Somebody whose ride you'd want to take for a test drive. Kate loves Clint, but let's be real: there's only one place she's going to carry this metaphor, and that's the car wash.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Natasha goes public, but she doesn't exactly go straight.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The last time Mako was inside Gipsy Danger was six months ago. She's standing over them in the mess now, cleaned and polished, already looking more statue than amazon.</blockquote> ➤ in which Mako and Raleigh are bros and Hermann and Newt go for a marriage of convenience. ➤ Also everything is lovely and perfect because VERITY IS THE BEST

<blockquote>Amélie fixes each thing that strikes her in her mind, absorbs its light; becomes the medium.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Anne rolls her eyes. "Is your aunt really going to know if you cheat on your nonfiction with some hot prose on the side?" "It's the principle of the thing. I've got my pride," Emily says. "Ah, yes, Murray pride," Anne says, warming to the topic. "Also known as, your family is so ridiculously stubborn that whenever I think about them I thank God I'm an orphan." "I'm an orphan, too," Emily points out. "I thank God I'm adopted," Anne says.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A friend's woes prompted me to write this fic. Uh. I guess it's fic. For nature. Or something. I hope it makes you smile.</blockquote>

<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

<blockquote>From her mother, Teyla inherited a bright smile, toffee-colored skin, and very good manners. (set in the universe of "the fixation of belief")</blockquote>

<blockquote>rilla1986: there's always eharmony if I get really desperate rilla1986: faith and jem are just, you know, sickening rilla1986: like I'm happy for them but I get that feeling rilla1986: like when you open a west elm catalogue and know you're going to be stuck with shitty coffee tables from ikea forever unadostres: You are so not over Ken Ford.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"John," Rodney's mind-voice trembled, "Would you ever... want to pair with me?" "There's nothing more that I've ever wanted than to cradle our egg with my feet," John told him. "Aside from flying." "Well, yeah," Rodney said, "I'm working on that."</blockquote>