LINKDING

<blockquote>When UNCLE learns of a chemical weapons laboratory in the French Antilles, Gaby, Illya, and Napoleon are dispatched to investigate and shut it down if at all possible. They discover that THRUSH's scientists are developing an extremely powerful aphrodisiac - and their mission doesn't quite go as planned. Basically: sex pollen.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A little POV Outsider ficlet, because I love POV outsider in general but I love it even more when the characters being Observed From The Outside are all complete fuckin' weirdos. :D</blockquote>

<blockquote>Renee is just helping Kim adapt to her new life as a toff. Why is Mairelon so skeptical of that? Set between the books.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“What are we going to do with the people who did this to him, that’s what I want to know?” demanded Nora. Her voice rose in pitch and volume. “Why, those low-down, dirty, cowardly – well, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do!” And then she marched out, without, in fact, telling anybody what she was going to do.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Don was helping Kathy make dinner that evening when it burst out. “I’m not sure what you meant about Cosmo. We’ve never been like that, him and me.” She looked at him for a long time. “Why not?” she asked, finally.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The watching crowd parted, and the two men within turned to face Shamhat. She swore silently. Not just ‘big’ visitors—the biggest. She barely kept herself from bowing to Gilgamesh. As a temple’s head priestess, even here in Uruk’s most distant village with more hunters and herders than farmers, she was his equal in honor. But she did approach the king for the second time in her life. “In the name of Morning Inanna, welcome.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five times Ivan and Gregor had sex.</blockquote> ➤ I love Ivan

<blockquote>By the time we got to Bernal Island and the Wrong Headed community, I was in love with Juya, deeper than I’d ever felt with anyone before. Juya up and left Bernal a week and a half later, because zi got bored again, and I barely noticed that zi was gone. By then, I was in love with a hundred other people, and they were all in love with me.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Fenella meets Queen Gold-tree on her wedding day, and meets the king at the same time. Gold-tree becomes a friend, and when she dies, Fenella and the king are left to pick up the pieces together.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Threesomes solve everything. (Threesomes do not solve everything. But sometimes they're fun.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>You can absolutely deal with the realities of life after the book and make the boys bisexual war veterans in a triad with Mary, but dear God, you have to make it tonally resonant with the original. SIT DOWN I WILL TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED TEN YEARS AFTER THE SECRET GARDEN</blockquote> ➤ I've never actually shipped the ot3 from this book but fics like this might make me reconsider

<blockquote>Illyan has spent a month in his own prison.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Well,” says Solo. His hand flexes on the railing. He toasts them both and tosses back the inch of whiskey in his glass. He swallows and makes a face. “Let's get drunk, shall we?”</blockquote>

<blockquote>When he brings Owen and Beru their nephew, Obi-Wan collapses at the Lars farmstead instead of exiting stage left to a hide-out in the Jundland Wastes. Several things go quite a bit differently, after that.</blockquote>

<blockquote>‘He loves her?’ Plisetsky demands, which is not quite the question Takeshi was expecting. ‘He loves her since childhood, but she is married to you, so he is…’ Plisetsky looks disgusted, ‘all very sad, yes?’ ‘No,’ Takeshi says, very confident in that answer at least. ‘No, Yuri is not in love with my wife.’</blockquote>

<blockquote>By a strange combination of good luck and good friends, in fact, Phichit Chulanont has slept with a surprising number of people in the international skating scene. And most of them in groups. He’d like to say this was Christophe’s fault, but probably only half of the cases were.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which Our Heroes get back together and take a road trip to a pirate wedding. No, it's not that kind of getting together story. Except it totally is.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The thing is, Galavant doesn’t really mind bunking with the rest of the pirate crew. It’s just that he’s gotten used to the sound of Isabella’s snores and the way Sid curls into him on cold nights. And he almost enjoys the way Isabella steals all the blankets and Sid is impossible to wake up in the mornings. Not that he'll ever admit it out loud.</blockquote> ➤ pre-ship

<blockquote>Don fell in love with her immediately. Cosmo took a little longer. (Only a little, though.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>“The powers who run Monumental Pictures, in their infinite wisdom, have decided that the time has come --” Don handed her the script, with a flourish. “-- for the very first all-talking, all-singing, all-dancing, all-star cinematic production of the great master of the stage, William Shakespeare, and I've just come from talking R.F. into giving us the leads. You're welcome.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>A selection from the Private Diary of Sir James Martin of Martindale. Concerning Peas, Friendship, the state of Blessed Matrimony, and several wonders of Modern Medicine.</blockquote> ➤ a ridiculous and charming story from the pov of the most cheerfully and amiably oblivious person in the world

<blockquote>"Apparently the stories about Rio are true," said Kathy. "Even if they weren't before you two arrived," Cosmo retorted.</blockquote> ➤ I'm sure I've read this fic before, but apparently I didn't bookmark it, so idk what happened there

➤ In which Kirk wears the miniskirt version of the uniform, and Uhura and Spock find this very hot

<blockquote>With Rey gone to find Luke Skywalker, someone needs to receive her messages and respond to them. Poe expects General Organa to take on that duty, but since Rey is asking more about Finn than anything else, she asks Poe to do it instead.</blockquote> ➤ could be read as gen friendship or as pre-ot3

<blockquote>Here is an inventory of the things that belong to Rey: One set of clothing. Her staff. One blaster, handed to her by Han Solo -- kriffing Han Solo -- himself. The feeling of Finn’s hand in hers, as she curls up in the hard chair next to his medical cot. Also, possibly the blanket that one of the medical droids draped over her when she nodded off for a few minutes. No one has asked for it back, at the very least. It’s more than enough, she thinks. More than she’s had before.</blockquote> ➤ all about rey's feels on the subjects of ownership and of sharing

<blockquote>She realizes it in their scars, visible and invisible. The time has come.</blockquote> ➤ time to retire

<blockquote>On a diplomatic visit, it becomes necessary for Rey to claim that both Finn and Poe are her husbands. Finn is her boyfriend, and they're both pining after Poe...but of course nothing could ever come of that.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Buddy,” Poe says. “What exactly are you saying here?” Finn shrugs one shoulder. “I’m saying,” he says, looking up at Poe with those dark, earnest eyes of his, “that Rey and I would like you to show us what sex can be like.” (Or: five times Poe has sex with Rey and Finn, and one time he sleeps with them.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five things Rey experiences for the first time after leaving Jakku, and one thing she's able to teach the people she loves. (And one thing she still has to wait for.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>‘A, um, personal question, ma’am?’ He swivelled the chair around to face her properly. Leia put down her datapad. ‘Within reason, yes,’ she said. She hadn’t failed to notice Poe had struck up some kind of relationship with Finn: on balance, it was probably a good thing, but there was quite an age gap and all kinds of disparity in terms of life experience between them. She ought to have been expecting questions. ‘Why did you stop having sex with Poe?’</blockquote>