LINKDING

<blockquote>Imperial Sanitation Specialist Yaran Avoset discovers a jam in Death Star garbage compactor 3263827. His superior is not amused. Fortunately, a resourceful man can go far in the Imperial Navy. Or, how the Death Star got dianogas. Words by Carmarthen, art by motetus.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Exiled to the University of Graz in Austria, Mercutio writes letters home.  Mine own Tybalt, if I may still call thee so, I am in such an agony of boredom that I have resorted to study. I can hear you now, as if you were here, rumpling my blankets without regard for their order and glowering at me about duty until I must stop your mouth or smother you with a pillow.</blockquote>

<blockquote>This is the story of how sleep came to Fairyland; or how once, just once, Puck didn't screw up his gift for Oberon. (A crossover with Elisabeth das Musical, but if you've ever read a fairytale involving Death, you won't be confused.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Anthony confesses to once having held an interest in Peter Merriot; Prudence is intrigued. [Perhaps a hint of D/s dynamics, but no more so than canon.]</blockquote>

<blockquote>Nurse Angelica always dreamed of a day when Julia and Tybalt would be happy, surrounded by children and with loving spouses to stand between them. Now that that day has finally come, she can no longer avoid a conversation she's long deflected. A fix-it of sorts, inspired by drcalvin's "Gallant offers ill-delivered."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Benvolio is playing spin the bottle. Tybalt is not. (They're in underground dystopian Verona, because why not.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Third grade has far-rippling effects. About twenty years on, the kids remember Ms. Frizzle's impact on their lives, each in their own way. Gen.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five people Mercutio fucked and one he didn't: a character study of Verona. See notes for additional warnings.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I have had my fill of Montague lies and found them not to my taste; may I not see if Capulet lies are the sweeter?"   Romeo's ex-girlfriend Rosa is pissed and heartbroken; Tybalt is convenient. (Based on the Hungarian musical production; Rosa's unique to it, I think.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>How Javert came to have a chameleon daemon, with bonus backstory. A prequel to "The Price One Must Pay."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Eponine is having a lousy night working the crowd at her usual speakeasy when in wanders a wide-eyed little rich girl, who promptly gets herself in a spot of trouble. Even the devil has to do a good deed sometimes. (1920s Chicago AU/slight crossover with Some Like It Hot, but you don’t need to know the fandom.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Montparnasse attends the 1838 premiere of Hector Berlioz's Benvenuto Cellini, at which two things happen: a riot breaks out and he encounters an old friend. These are not entirely disconnected occurences.</blockquote>

<blockquote>He found he could imagine Mercutio's voice, husky and honey-sweet for all that his words would be poison: boyhood friendship and a natural gift for cruelty had given Mercutio a well-honed skill for getting under Tybalt's skin, for finding half-healed wounds to dig his nails into, tearing them open to flaring pain. Even the Mercutio in his head was venomous, every word barbed; he could not imagine him kind.   Tybalt has complicated feelings about Mercutio. (Budapesti Operettszínház Rómeó és Júlia canon again, hooray.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Tybalt always asked, in his way: he did not order, although Bastiano would never have thought of refusing. It was most often a wordless thing, a gesture for Bastiano to remain kneeling after he had set aside Tybalt’s riding boots, a pointed look when Tybalt had spread himself out in a chair just so. If he had drunk too much wine at dinner, perhaps there might be an inarticulate request, clumsy and indirect: words had never been Tybalt’s skill, and sometimes Bastiano thought that he could only ask for this at all because he pretended not to. (some consent issues may apply due to social power differential)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Tybalt finds Romeo in an alley, sans Mercutio, and they fight a more private battle with flesh and words instead of steel. The question: who wins? (Character study via porn. Hungarian Operettszínház production as canon.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>The story of a dinosaur and the man she loves (and kind of wants to eat).</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five worlds in which Javert and Valjean never met, and one where they did.</blockquote>

<blockquote> Jean Valjean realizes that there is yet more that Toulon could take from him. Note: This story contains some offscreen rape of OCs, perceived sexual threat from someone in authority, a brief mention of suicide, internalized homophobia, and the main character spends much of his time dissociated from his surroundings. There is no graphic onscreen rape.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Marcus is a common-born ex-soldier working in his uncle's pottery workshop when he meets Esca, the son of a local Atrebates horse-trader. A canon-era AU, where everyone is not quite so noble. Things look a little different from a lower perspective. Note: The sex in this story occurs while both parties are quite drunk, and I guess could be read as dubcon because of that. They're both quite enthusiastic, though.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It is not a thing you do, in the Frontier Wolves, to ask how a man has come to the frontier. Alexios pries when he should not, and Hilarion takes it rather ill at first.</blockquote>

<blockquote>This is a Five Things Plus One story about ways that Marcus Flavius Aquila and Esca son of Cunoval might have met, and fortunately did not--and one way they did, which went rather better. Basically a set of depressing canon-era AUs plus some happiness.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It is said in the high stony reaches of Ekallatum where none live but goatherds and miners that the Great God Mithros was born in a cave. A slightly AU story of how Mithros might have come to be, and of the fall of Ekallatum, set in the Carthaki equivalent of the Bronze Age. T for Doomed Last Stand violence and character death, although you won't find any canon characters here besides some of the gods.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Esca's previous experiences have not given him to understand why Marcus could possibly want this act.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which Marcus is a historical novelist and almost all the characters are Roman-British historical reenactors; a romance in emails and bickering over historical details, with guest appearances by EVERYONE.</blockquote> ➤ modern au of the book The Eagle of the Ninth, where they're all in a historical reenactment group together ➤ it's a delightful fic, written by someone who Knows what historical reenactment groups are like. it's exquisitely well drawn and so funny ➤ written entirely in the format of emails on the group's listserv ➤ includes Marcus/Esca but is about the cast as a whole, really, and I love to see all the different characters making an appearance! ➤ 5k words in length

<blockquote>In which Marcus and Esca bond over their quasi-historical body piercings; Marcus pines a lot, gets hit in the face, and develops hypothermia; and Esca takes advantage of Saturnalia.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A house once shaken by the gods lies cursed forever. In which Stephanos plays more latrunculi than he would like, and reflects upon both Aquilae. This was supposed to be crack, but ended up as a character study somehow. Mostly movie-based.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Marcus and Esca are locked in a cellar! However shall they pass the time? Perhaps with a little game...(yes, this is a Roman Strip Poker story. I have apparently written fluffy bondage crackfic.)</blockquote>