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<blockquote>Transcript of video interview of Dr. Jiang Yanli, textile historian at the California Institute for Magic and Cultivation.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When the Jiang family falls on hard times, they are faced with two choices - have Jiang Yanli marry wealthy asshole Jin Zixun to clear the family's debts, or have Wei Ying marry the youngest son of the equally wealthy Lan family. To save his elder sister from a miserable loveless marriage, Wei Ying agrees to the match. There's just one catch - his prospective husband is already dead.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Very good,” says the Prince. “Now. Listen carefully. Congratulations, Signor al-Kaysani and Signor diGenova; you are to be married. To each other.” (or: Yusuf and Nicolò are ordered to marry each other to end a family feud, while both pining for their secret lovers (each other). This goes about as well as you’d expect.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Prince Nicolò is marrying Lady Nile for the good of the kingdom, and everybody has to make the best of it. Or: wlw/mlm solidarity is conspiring with your boyfriend’s wife’s girlfriend to help them produce a royal heir.</blockquote>

<blockquote>There can be no misinterpretation or confusion on Yusuf’s part when what Duke Nicolò says is “But I didn’t want a husband, what does my brother think he’s doing?”</blockquote>

How to seduce your brother’s fiancé when you’re Nicolò of Genoa (or Malta?) and you’re just too polite to do that (or: the arranged marriage fic where Yusuf is going to marry Nicolò’s brother).

<blockquote>Sansa finds it difficult to look at Jon’s face, with its weathered lines and cragginess. It is the face of the North and a face that northerners trust; the face of Sansa’s brothers and her father, who had been loved and respected by their tenants as their forefathers had been when they were kings. How can Sansa feel anything but resentment, looking into that face and knowing that all of her years of hard work will never earn her the respect that that profile engenders within seconds? But she does. It is a small, burning coal of something that must be smothered.</blockquote>

<blockquote>There are a few things which Sara Crispino remembers about Orientation Week. The first is that, despite the best and most serious efforts of the nuns, quite a lot of off-site drinking, dancing and general disreputability is involved. Instead of individuals, she remembers crowds and atmospheres. ... The third thing Sara remembers from Orientation Week, although she doesn’t think about it much until later, is the red-headed Women’s girl.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Cool was the breeze in the evening, along the darkened street. The city was retiring, closing shutters at every suite. But even in that stillness, you could hear the faintest sound, Of the music that was playing -      playing, swaying - The music faintly playing from the jazz band underground.</blockquote> ➤ The Highwayman rewritten in the prohibition era! In very good verse in the style of the original!

<blockquote>When Giulia Cappallett is fourteen, her beloved cousin Rosalina leaves. Joined a convent, her father tells guests, but Giulia knows that's not true. She bobs her hair and shortens her skirts and keeps her ears open, determined not to be kept in the dark anymore, but she never forgets what Rosalina told her about love. A Julie-centered prequel to Soon, We'll Be Without the Moon, converging to the same point. </blockquote>

<blockquote>In Prohibition New York, Tebaldo Cappallett struggles with his feelings—for his cousin Julie, who's bobbed her hair and is suddenly far too grown-up, and for a boy he met a long time ago and tried to forget. This time, nobody dies. But it's close.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Okay, madame-madeleine, deeply questionable historicity ahoy and let’s not even talk about Roman names or my total lack of knowledge of this (vague but definitely Republican BC) period of Roman history. Also let us not question why Tybalt let himself get dragged to a questionably historical bacchanal in the first place. Um. Also this turned into a fic about Tybalt having a seizure, so…content warning for epilepsy, and as always I tried to be a bit vague about the exact nature of his illness, since canon is so stage-y to start with. ALSO IT’S SUPER DEPRESSING, SORRY. Rómeó és Júlia, Tybalt & Mercutio, T/PG.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Epponina resents and envies her family's new slave girl. (A tiny snippet of Roman Gaul AU.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>November, 1943: Three years after the Germans marched into Paris, Grantaire is surviving the Occupation by drinking black market alcohol and trying to stay out of trouble, but his life is turned upside-down when he becomes entangled with a group of young Resistance members, including a laughing girl who jumps out of windows and a man whose blazing eyes convince him to do things he might not live to regret.</blockquote> ➤ wip through chapter 2 as of bookmarking

<blockquote>"Euphrasia ate like someone who never had enough food—Valyanos recognized it, with an inward shudder, from his time in the mines, before the arena and his wooden sword—methodically scooping soup into her mouth with the bread and cleaning the bowl with the crust until not a single chickpea remained, nibbling the apple down to the barest core." Valjean and Cosette in Roman Gaul, 38 B.C.E.</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>Bahorel and Bahorel's Laughing Mistress: the Cold War Spy AU.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In Ancient Rome, Les Amis -- or rather, I suppose, the amici -- are supporters of Catiline in the conspiracy of 63 BC. Events progress about as well as you would think.</blockquote>

<blockquote>War looms on the horizon as Marcus' homeland of Etruria is faced with the unreasoning demands of the Gauls, a vicious, deadly foe. Young and lonely, Marcus begins a tentative friendship -- a friendship that could become something more -- with Esca, a prince of the Gauls. But the differences of the two nations cannot be ignored, and both Marcus and Esca must choose between the needs of their peoples and the desires of their hearts.</blockquote>

<blockquote>There is a new sun shining over the desert. Though most of us were pretty fond of the old one. Welcome to Night Vale, an atomic community.</blockquote>

<blockquote>(Who will not be slaves again!) In other words, the Amis as 1960s Freedom Riders, based on the Nashville college students who sang so many protest songs in jail that, apparently out of annoyance, the Birmingham police drove them back to Tennessee. For the Les Mis Across History ficathon.</blockquote> ➤ defs have "Calypso Freedom" as sung by Sweet Honey In The Rock stuck in my head now.

<blockquote>A brief submission for the Les Mis Across History fest, and a tiny sliver of a possible pre-Civil War AU. Jean Valjean and Cosette settle in Cass County, Michigan, which was so well known for harboring runaway slaves that it helped prompt the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850.</blockquote>

<blockquote>This is it, my first ever fic. Written for Les Mis Across History, set in the Western front of World War I, also a kind of “apology” for sending the E/C zeppelin into angst-land.</blockquote> ➤ the Christmas Truce of 1914

<blockquote>AU, 1794. Enjolras and Combeferre, trying to navigate the turmoil of the French Revolution side-by-side, find themselves struggling to reconcile their views of the Terror. Any misstep in such a time could be fatal, and each feels the strain of conflicting ideas on their friendship.   "I do not want you to become one of those innocents who, despite the best efforts of the terror to remain just, are considered counterrevolutionary and pay the price.” Combeferre met his eyes. “Yet if my death is one of those which would bring about the future of the Republic?”</blockquote>

<blockquote>In the south of France, a group of young men once came together to teach, to learn, and to fight for the rights of all humankind.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five Alternate Universe versions of Mulan: canon AU, historical AUs, modern AU, sci-fi AU, with each highlighting a different aspect of the Mulan story.</blockquote>

➤ short story set in the US in the world of the Small Change trilogy ➤ bleak vibes

<blockquote>In which it's 1964, Camelot is an advertising agency with a budget problem, Merlin is a copywriter who loves to twist, and Arthur is a junior partner who loves to shout. More or less.</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>England, 1946: the war is over, and John Sheppard has nowhere to go. The new Atlantis community, founded by Mrs Elizabeth Weir out on the bleak east coast, is as good a place as any ...</blockquote>