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owl127 · 3 months

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@ianthesmells in her endless talent and grace, drew Anubis from "Coffee & Scones" universe. So of course I had to write a drabble about it. --

There was a point of exhaustion when the letters on the Harrow’s laptop screen were an artistic display of unrecognizable forms and shapes. As her power point deck shimmered while performing aquatic dances instead of the data summary Harrow needed, she called it a night. Her phone blinked on the hotel’s nightstand, silent and ignored. Dulcinea had insisted on going to the bars with the other grad students, and she undoubtedly was sending Harrow unimportant photos to document the night’s proclivities. Harrow was not interested.

There was a lack of honor in the inebriation that Harrow despised.

Besides, she was the last presenter of the conference, and breakfast started at 7am sharp. There was no time for banal things such as “networking”.

She picked her phone to text Ianthe—her girlfriend was extremely efficient in calming Harrow’s nerves for her presentation—but frowned at the multiple pings from her plethora of diverse messaging apps; that is, all two of them.

She opened Instagram with a trembling finger.

Her first reaction wasn’t shock, since it took a good ten seconds for Harrow to recognize Anubis. Once she did, her cheeks burned with a drizzling mix of anger and amusement.

Much like his owner, Anubis was petite, a once tiny little black runt that grew into a tiny black demon. He had a history of fighting against collars, so Harrow never attempted to indulge herself by forcing him into funny little blankets shaped like denim jackets.

That was why, when she finally recognized her cat in a sheep costume framed by Coronabeth’s cleavage, she squeaked in surprise. To her horror, the little cricket looked adorable, and Corona’s massive volleyball fans had already adopted him as a mascot, with thousands of notifications in the photo. There was also a video of Anubis prancing around in the immaculate sheep uniform, his ears poking from the furry headset like sharp rocks on a field of camellias. Corona took the stage presenting the adorable cat, but Harrow knew better. She knew who was recording it, who had probably ordered the costume, and who had tagged Harrow in the viral videos.

“Hi, love. How’s the conference?” Ianthe picked up on the second ring. Harrow heard Corona’s voice in the background, and a suspicious purr that meant Anubis was around and enjoying the attention overflow.

“That’s animal abuse.”

“What do you mean?”

Harrow heard the tilt in Ianthe’s voice. She knew exactly what Harrow meant, and she loved it.

“I left him with you for forty-eight hours and you already defamed him.”

“Harry,” Ianthe started, and Anubis meowed in the background, followed by Corona’s squeak. “The poor thing was cold, and Corona happened to snap a picture. He’s enjoying fame.”

“Leave him alone.”

“He already has his own TikTok and Instagram account.” At least there was a tinge of apology in Ianthe’s tone.

“Ianthe,” Harrow warned.

“Corona and Camilla will run it. And we can have more privacy at your place while they petsit him.”

“My place is fine!”

“Tell that to Anubis when he’s staring me down while I strap—”

Harrow hung up.

A minute later, Ianthe called. Harrow picked up after the third call.

“He’s okay, I promise,” Ianthe said as a greeting, and the background noise diminished. Harrow imagined Ianthe hiding from her sister’s enthusiasm in her room. “You know I’d never let anything bad happen to him.”

“I just want to be informed before I receive hundreds of follow requests because my cat looked adorable in a sheep costume.”

“Aww, so you also think he’s adorable?”

“You’re deflecting.” Harrow closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion from the day wash over her. “I miss you,” she whispered.

“I miss you too. You’ll do fine tomorrow. I promise.”

There was something visceral in believing a promise from Ianthe Tridentarius’ mouth. A chill ran down her vertebrae.

“Also, what are you wearing?”

She might as well use the energy into something good.

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forjodssake · 4 months

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group chat (modern au)

for anyone who likes modern aus, and fics about polyamory being fun, and epistolary style fic/fic told half in text messages, and magnus/pal — ive got a fun little fic up about palamedes going on a date with magnus and how his group chat with dulcie, cam, and pyrrha goes wild: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52496359

#the locked tomb fanfiction #palamedes sextus #magnus quinn #campal #pyrrha dve #dulcinea septimus #camilla hect #everyone is boning basically and it's a lot of fun #there's also abigail/juno if you squint #and juno/pyrrha if you squint harder #the locked tomb #tlt #polyamory is fun

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celira · 7 months

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1/5+1

Words had never been Camilla's main wield. She started walking at just shy of 8 months old and talking some time after she had passed age 3, by which point her sweating dads had long memorized every developmental timeline that Genetics had to offer for toddlers. Her sense of balance was, they joked nervously, just that exceptional - one milestone in the first percentile and one in the 99th in dramatic symmetry.

(This joke was, maybe, also her first and most formative encounter with standard deviations and long-term data collection.)

Palamedes, it turned out, was almost the equal and exact opposite – talking just about immediately and toddling just about nowhere, though having a captive audience suited his mother well enough until he absorbed enough for his return volleys to start vexing her; his father, fortunately, had patience enough for all three – and thus they were in this regard, too, a matched set.

Which made her current state of imbalance all the more intractable and all the more intolerable – she, the photo negative of a god-killing star, fumbling in an endlessly empty gravity well too deep for light to escape.

Or sound, for that matter – so while she figured out (because she had to) how to cross the horizon of an event she still couldn't think about, everything else met silence.

It wasn't, as she later told her dads, that she couldn't speak. They were understandably concerned that her head tilts and restless feet might belie limitations in cognitive development, other metrics for the Sixth to mark down, other disambiguations in her life path before she reached the fork that led to someone who could tell that those, too, were communication.

It wasn't, as she vaguely registered a nameless Blood of Eden medic shining a penlight into her eyes, that she couldn't reply when asked "how many fingers am I holding up?" – it's that some stars were still too bright to look at directly, and beyond that, sight didn't matter yet. Nothing else mattered yet, words least of all.

It's that she needed a reason to want to be deeply and urgently understood –

Her first words came in a complete sentence, spoken in the newly-encountered presence of one Palamedes Sextus and to the eternal surprise of their collective fathers.

Her last words to him were –

She couldn't remember.

"I said, how many fingers – ugh, this is pointless."

She didn't have the reason, and neither did any of them.

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #line of dialogue #“how many fingers am i holding up?”#the locked tomb #fanfic #tlt fanfic #tlt fanfiction #the locked tomb fanfiction #lira does a thing #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #i am sad and so is camilla hect #the sixth house #campal #these codependent motherfuckers

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incorrect-house-of-nine · 9 months

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I wanna say: Every time a creative puts their work out their, whether it be fanfic, or art or anything really, they are being extremely vulnerable and very brave. Everybody is on their own creative journey honing their craft, and we as the audience have no way of knowing where they are on this journey. People pour their heart and soul into their creations, they snatch free moments from their lives to create, so its incredibly disheartening when folks are nasty in the comments. If you are participating in fandom, and consuming this content, choose to be kind, and supportive towards the people that are putting it -- and their personal time and effort -- out there for free. I'm not saying don't review or ask questions, but do it from a place of encouragement, not nastiness. Wrap it up like a worming pill in a bit of cheese. Concrit = when asked for. If you don't enjoy someone's stuff, there's a back button. It costs nothing to leave well alone. DL:DR If you are shitting on fanfiction as a medium, and its creators, then writing fanfiction yourself, maybe examine why you're doing that? Is it because you want to take writing seriously, yet you're insecure and afraid to admit it to yourself? Its ok to to want to write fiction, but its not ok to think you're better than/ above anyone else out there. We're all at different levels, and everybody is improving and learning. Maybe you could learn a thing or two, and improve on things too. For the love of god, if you're downloading people fics and rewriting them, (even for your own amusement) then don't admit it publicly! Maybe examine why you think you have the right to download other people's stuff and publicly admit you rewrite it. Writers and fics are not named because "that would be rude" but I posit that doing it in the first place is rude, and disrespectful.

#the locked tomb #the locked tomb fanfiction #fandom posting

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sullalunanina · 4 months

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Next chapter of my fic up!! This one’s a feast for the griddlehark girlies

#gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #griddlehark #the locked tomb #tlt #the locked tomb fanfiction #harrow nonagesimus #sullalunanina

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testudoaubrei-blog · 2 months

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New locked tomb fic tag just dropped: nunilingus.

#it came to me in a dream #like actually #woke up with this word in my head #the locked tomb fanfiction #the locked tomb

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shouldhavebeenpersephone · 7 months

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Griddlehark get locked up in a freezer room and fuck huddle for warmth modern AU anyone?

#Ash does Fanfic #Griddlehark #the locked tomb fanfiction #tlt fanfic #the locked tomb #tlt #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Place of Worship

Pairing: Gideon Nav x Harrowhark Nonagesimus

Tags: nsfw, smut, omegaverse, mating cycles, heat/rut, knotting, creampie, mating bite, church sex, kissing, groping, teasing, banter, size difference, alpha!Gideon, omega!Harrow

Word count: 2.4k

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A/N: Time for some omegaverse goodness. But like, really sappy too.

Some of the worst days in the Ninth were the days that Gideon and Harrow were in the thorns of their mating cycles. They were of course separated during that time because no matter how much hatred and loathing they held for each other their hormones were just a little stronger. Thankfully neither of them went through this in the Canaan House but Harrow had after. Like so many times before she opted to shut herself into her room and spend her time learning, reading, trying to kick that need and a want for someone she couldn’t remember out of her mind.

After their reunion there wasn’t much time to dwell on things like heat, rut or any physical desire other then the two of them sucking face until they would be separated by the still very annoying need to breathe. They would do away with that one as they grew more powerful as Perfect Lyctors.

That carefully practiced and honed restraint that they both showed was slowly edged away every time they kissed, every time Harrow opened her legs to feel Gideon rub her cock against her, every time Gideon encouraged Harrow to grind against her until both of them came and then had to take quick showers to cool off enough to sleep next to each other.

Because of these thoughts Harrow now knelt and prayed to… well she wasn’t sure who she was praying to now but it was a habit, one that helped her before. Plus morning prayer was still very much a ritual at the Ninth, so as the leader of the House of course she was the first one to arrive and the last to leave.

“If you wanted me to rail you there’s more direct ways than this.” Gideon walked into the church with her hands in her pocket, not even caring to hide the smell of her rut. It made Harrow clear her throat to avoid choking on the scent. Did the rut just start? Right in time for her heat? Shit.

“Gideon. Good of you to show up for once.” Harrow tried not to pay much attention as the alpha knelt down beside her. She could feel Gideon’s eyes upon her, roaming over her body and making it burn with desire. It was distracting to have her here, but at the same time she knows she would track her down if she wasn’t here right now. Harrow’s pheromones were going all over the place, it made focusing on prayer impossible.

Gideon being there didn’t help, every time she looked over she saw the alpha’s bulge. It too was annoying. But it also made Harrow want it and wonder how Gideon, one of the horniest people she knows was keeping her cool right now. There had to be something she was planning, Harrow just didn’t know what.

To her surprise her prayer went on without a hitch, Gideon was quieter than a mouse. “Are you finally done?” Gideon asked, now looking a little bored. “If you are then can we get out of here or are you kinky and wanna bone in here?”

“Stop being crass Nav. And I wasn’t exactly thinking about boning you. Not everything is about your cock, you egotistical alpha.” Harrow was happy she was so good at lying, otherwise she would feel bad about doing that in a place of worship. “Is that what you came here for? To bother me?”

“Harrow, I smelled your heat starting last night. Thought today was gonna be the day we… you know took things to the next level and all. Could you imagine how disappointed I was to wake up with a raging boner and no omega in my arms? And then when I come here you edge me? Well I suppose that has to be someone’s kink.” Gideon let out a long sigh, as if resigning herself to this treatment.

“I was not edging anything, I was praying, you know this. And if you’re so horny why didn’t you leave, or say anything? I can’t read your mind Griddle, thankfully.” Harrow shivered at the thought of the kinds of things Gideon could think of.

Gideon swept her off her feet in one swoop and placed her on the altar. She grinned as she slowly took off the semi-transparent veil that covered Harrow’s face and held her hair in place. Without it Harrow’s hair almost reached her shoulders now. “This is kinda like the whole kissing the bride thing.” Big hands took hold of smaller ones and held them in between the two Lyctors, “I want to take the next step with you Harrow. Not just sex and knotting. I want to exchange mating bites.”

The omega's eyes widened at the ask. The two have been rubbing their scents all over each other lately, each make out session leaving them absolutely covered in each other's scents to the point their friends asked when the pup was coming. They always had to explain that they weren't mated yet. Or expecting a pup.

And now here Gideon was, asking for a mating bite while both of them were at the start of their cycles. The most sensitive time to claim someone.

"Surely you're aware that if we bite each other now it all but guaranties knotting, which in turn guarantees a pregnancy." Harrow really needed for Gideon to understand what she was asking here.

"I know. I'm not gonna knock you up and then leave you Harrow. Maybe I would have before we left for Cannan House but…" She caught herself before she said anything more. What she already admitted made her look on her past self with shame.

Harrow saw the instant regret in Gideon’s eyes, “Bold of you to think I’d let you leave if you got me pregnant. Then or now.” One of her hands pressed against Gideon’s chest focusing on the heartbeat, so fast, so scared, so strong. “Are you serious about this, that you you want it? You know as well as I that once we do this we won’t be able to take anyone else as a mate.”

She wouldn’t dream of it. “Aren’t we already bound to each other?”

“I… suppose we are.” Harrow was so grateful for her ceremonial makeup on so Gideon couldn’t see her face burning hot. Her hand went lower until it reached the belt of Gideon’s pants. “Let’s move this elsewhere then.”

“Nope. I don’t feel like it.” Instead of moving Harrow else where she pulled her against her, making the omega let out a breathy moan when she felt Gideon’s cock press against her clothed pussy and start rolling her hips.

“This a holy place you oaf. We’re gonna get caught.” Despite both of these things Harrow’s pussy throbbed. It throbbed around nothing, adding to Harrow’s frustration.

Gideon’s pupils dilated when she took in Harrow’s scent, so potent she could almost taste it on her tongue. Harrow would probably taste so sweet. She could finally admit that to herself, she wanted to taste, to kiss, to hold, to make love to Harrow. Before when all those feelings surfaced she pushed them down by justifying it with lust and then tried to jerk off to push her feelings to the far back of her mind. Harrow wasn’t that different, the only difference was that she didn’t try to entertain the thought of fucking Gideon and hated herself when her fingers strayed down to her pussy in the thorns of her heat.

Neither had to hate or hold back anymore, they could love and indulge instead.

But first… Gideon ran to the door and pushed them closed, locking them for good measure and practically danced her way back to Harrow, her face all smug with victory. “Your dashing alpha solved the problem for you, my Bone Empress.” She unclasped her cloak and took her shirt off, flexing for Harrow and wiggling her eyebrows, goading her on.

Harrow couldn’t look at her though, as she started stripping she looked off to the side, first her cloak then waiving away her bone corset and finally lifted her shirt over her head. When she looked back at Gideon she was already fully naked, her cock standing hard, with the tip a red, angry color and strong veins running down the shaft. The omega in Harrow wanted to get down on her knees and worship the alpha’s cock but on the other hand her heat told her she should turn around and have Gideon’s cock in her cunt first, to ease her ache first, both of their aches in fact.

Gideon too practiced self-restraint, with every article of clothing that Harrow shed she could feel her cock throbbing so much so that she had to wrap her hand around it to prevent it from twitching and the knot from forming. She watched with interest as Harrow gathered up her clothing, and then Gideon’s and threw it in a pile on the floor, arranging it in the way sh saw fit. She was nesting. And she was using Gideon’s clothes to do it.

Once Harrow was satisfied with what she’d made she arched her back downwards and threw her ass back, legs spreading slightly, a position that she knew would guarantee Gideon’s cock deep inside her. She read books too, and she was eager to put that information to practice.

“Presenting for me, huh omega?” Gideon got on her knees behind her and swiped her thick cock through Harrow’s folds, gathering the wetness on her dick. “I like it but I’d prefer this instead.” It was very easy to manhandle Harrow onto her back and spread her legs. “Much better like this.”

Harrow looked down to get a better and clear look at Gideon’s size. Was that… three of her fingers? At the very least, plus the knot…

“You need to relax. Else I can’t get all this inside you.” She pushed her cockhead past Harrow’s entrance, “You want it don’t you? You want your alpha’s cock, every fat inch of it.” The words got her a wonderful fluttering sensation around her cock. “Just like that, that’s my Harrow.” The omega whimpered as her hands found Gideon’s and used that as leverage to pull them closer and Gideon’s cock deeper inside of herself.

It stopped at Gideon’s knot. “Fuck.” Harrow already felt to full. “Make me come.”

“Bossy omega.” Normally an alpha would hate being bossed around but Gideon fucking thrived on it because there was no denying that she was the only alpha who could ever fulfill Harrow’s needs. There was no denying that when Harrow held her like this, when she rolled her hips against Gideon’s she was being both submitting and demanding for Gideon’s cock, cum and her knot. “I’ll give your cunt what it needs.” Gideon pulled out to the very tip of her cock and thrust back in until her knot stopped her. She wasn’t gonna let that stop her from going as fast and hard as she wanted to. “You can take it, you can take it, you’ve had it rougher.”

“Much rougher.” Harrow echoed and bared her neck to her girlfriend, offering her whole self to her. Gideon’s thrust increased in frustration as she couldn’t get her cock as deep as she wanted. “Good alpha.”

Gideon groaned, her hips jolting forward at the slightest bit of praise. She was very obvious with her kinks. “So good for you.” The only person Gideon would ever be good for. “Marry me.” From the rare serious look in her eyes Harrow knew that Gideon was serious, although it was odd that she was proposing in the middle of mating. “We’re in a church, we’re gonna exchange bites, so why not?”

“You sappy alpha.” Harrow tightened around Gideon’s cock and tugged her closer, her fangs skimming over Gideon’s neck, “If I didn’t know better I’d say you planned for this.”

“With this rut ridden brain? I’m flattered you think so high of me.” Gideon let her own teeth nibble against Harrow’s neck, teasing her with a bite, each nibble making her cock twitch inside her omega’s warmth. She was ready, she just needed one word from Harrow to seal the deal.

“Yes.” Gideon’s hips kept snapping forward, the alpha growled against the restrain of her knot, “Gideon… I do.” Not only did Harrow accept her proposal but she was ready to take the full step.

“I do.” As those two words left Gideon’s mouth Harrow’s fangs dug into her neck, marking the alpha. Gideon groaned, trying to stop her orgasm until she got her knot inside. “Let me knot you babe, I wanna knot you so bad.” She was almost whining at this point, only silencing her noises when she left her own mating mark on Harrow’s neck. This finally got Harrow to climax, her pussy juices coating Gideon’s cock and knot enough for it to slip inside. They were tied now, Gideon could come, she could fill her omega will all her seed and know it wasn’t going to waste.

Their hips jolted back and forth against each other, Harrow’s legs tight around Gideon’s hips not willing to let go of her mate. With their mating cycles temporarily quenched they could catch the breath a little. Gideon buried her nose into Harrow’s neck, taking a deep breath of Harrow scent, her heat and the distinct smell of sex that clung to her. That combination might be her new favorite now.

Harrow ran her fingers over Gideon’s hair, playing with the ends and then scratching along the undercut, getting another pleased hum from the alpha. Gideon could crush bones and she was putty in Harrow’s hands, no need to fighting or cutting words. “If only I realized what made you tick sooner.”

“What?” Gideon rasped quietly against Harrow’s neck.

“Nothing. Just thinking.” She pulled Gideon into a long kiss, sealing their spontaneous wedding, “We have to get out of here sooner or later you know?”

“Yeah. Need to get some food to keep this thing up.” The Cav wiggled her hips against Harrow’s, accidentally pressing her abs against Harrow’s clit and making her bite back a moan. Or maybe it wasn’t an accident, definitely not judging by Gideon’s wide smirk.

“I want a divorce.”

“No can do. You’re stuck with me now, literally.” As long as they were in a church Harrow could pray that their kids didn’t inherit Gideon’s brand of puny humor.

#griddlehark #the locked tomb #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #gideon x harrow #tlt #the locked tomb fanfiction #tlt fanfic #griddlehark fic #omegaverse #omegaverse fanfiction

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goodmorningnona · 1 month

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For @demolitionlovrsskk! Done and dusted, bit late because i forgot uni exists lol, but here she is!! Original prompt from this post.

Parings: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus (Griddlehark) | Rating: Explicit | Words: 10.8k

Summary:

Gideon is Harrow's gym trainer. Harrow is a hot mess.

"Harrow was mad, and mad fucking hot. Her room was a small explosion of goth-ass clothes. She talked like a book, apparently unless you were fucking. She was probably half-dead and somehow managing to cling to life enough to go to the gym successfully a singular time. She smoked, but she didn’t. She worked with dead shit. Gideon could’ve learned everything about Harrow and still not understood a damn thing about her. And yet, here she was, Harrow carefully undoing her bra clasps, sucking her nipples and leaving a gentle bite on each one; then falling to Harrow’s unmade bed, and then Harrow, mounting her face."

#the locked tomb #griddlehark #the locked tomb fanfiction #tlt fanfic #griddlehark fic #lessons of the hand and the mouth

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breeeliss · 9 months

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[The Locked Tomb]: Bloody Oaths & Unbroken Monsters

welp. welcome to the longest big bang project i’ve ever written. 50,000 words lovelies, i want to lay down in a field and howl at the moon.

the crew modding @tlt-big-resurrection are fabulous, and it was so much fun working on this (even though i was late posting orz). there’s a huge collection of great art and fics to check out so please scroll through.

also my BIGGEST SPOOKIEST THANKS to @abhorsenkatiel for the beautiful art (click click click!) accompanying chapter 2. it’s perfect, it’s wonderful, it’s everything i had swimming around in my mind and more. so grateful to have gotten to work with you and delight in our love of crazed, hot monsters <3 (hope you’ll forgive me for writing so slow haha)

enjoy y’all! it promises to be a ride.

title: bloody oaths & unbroken monsters pairing: griddlehark (and, if you squint, some guilty anastasia/alecto bc this is my story dammit) rating: explicit summary: Dark Academia AU. There are a truly ridiculous amount of things inside Canaan Academy that can and will kill you, as Gideon Nav has learned. But Harrow Nonagesimus approaching her with a proposition to summon an ancient monster hidden deep within the bowels of the school offers a tempting break in her routine. Besides, Gideon always has a hard time turning down pretty girls. link to ao3: [ao3]

~PREVIEW~

“What was it like?” Harrow asks. “Learning to wield it.”

Gideon laughs weakly. “Hard. Possessed Weapons classes are weirdly heavy on the necromancy. But it’s because it’s hours of training yourself to ignore all the shit these fucking revenants try to tell you. And then you move up to actually trying to hold onto it with Soul Siphoners and Spirit Adepts at the ready in case you actually get possessed.”

“Did it ever happen?”

“Almost happened once. But it helps when there’s someone there to ground you and talk you back into your body. Most of the time, it just made me sick whenever I held it. Like I was underwater or something. But that was months ago, and this one’s been behaving so far.” To prove the point, she stands to carry the sword through a brief flow she learned in class, relieved to feel that it still listens.

Harrow watches with great interest as Gideon moves, and says, “I heard they work very well against revenants.”

“Yup. Don’t get to experiment with that very often, but that’s the idea.”

“Would you be open to experimenting with it?”

Gideon raises a brow, but the statement isn’t a threat. Harrow poses it just as if she would post any other academic question — as if they’re sitting here talking about revenants and swords in the same way they would about theoretical necromancy. “Is this like…a super weird way of you asking me out? Because I’m not disinterested but you’re giving a very creepy pitch.”

Harrow folds her hands gently on her crossed knee. “I’m not here to ask you out. What I need is your body.”

Gideon balks at the forwardness, but only flounders for a moment before sliding on a smile that she hopes is charming to bone witches. “Well, I don’t usually fuck before a first date, but since you asked so nicely — ”

“You are in the unique position of being able to wield a weapon that can manage against a horde of revenants. As skilled as I am, that is a distinct weakness of mine so it will be beneficial to have you for the purposes of protection. Your request for fornicating has been duly noted and categorically ignored.”

Gideon blinks, genuinely at a loss for words which turns out to be a profusely unfamiliar feeling. “...Harrow, what the fuck are you talking about? Why the hell do you need me to protect you against revenants?”

Harrow straightens her shoulders and declares with a casualness that leaves Gideon both creeped out and a little bit more attracted to Harrow than she was ready to admit before. “Because I need your help resurrecting a monster.”

#the locked tomb #tlt #griddlehark #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #griddlehark fanfiction #the locked tomb fanfiction #my writing #bloody oaths and unbroken monsters #tltbre #tlt bre #tlt big resurrection event

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field-s-of-flowers · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Naberius Tern & Ianthe Tridentarius, Naberius Tern & Coronabeth Tridentarius Characters: Naberius Tern Additional Tags: Character Study, Canon-Typical Violence, Meta, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Angst, Minor Original Character(s), like super minor, Worldbuilding, also only a little bit Summary:

Prince Naberius Tern, cavalier primary to the twin princesses of Ida, reflects on beauty, violence, and a life rather poorly lived.

#Soph’s posts #soph’s fics #the locked tomb #tlt #the locked tomb fanfiction #the locked tomb fanfic #the locked tomb fic #tlt fanfiction #tlt fanfic #tlt fic #naberius tern #prince naberius tern #naberius tern fic #reposting my fic so it shows up in the tags!

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forjodssake · 4 months

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finally get to reveal my tlt holiday exchange fic here!

motherhood, rated e, mercy/wake narrated by a special guest star :) mercy gives wake a dick and then has a very catholic breeding kink about it

#the locked tomb fanfiction #the locked tomb #mercymorn the first #commander wake #listen mercy/wake is DELICIOUS and more people should write it #mercymorn could not be more repressed and catholic if she tried #dios apate

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procrastinationaccount · 11 months

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I said I was going to write this two months ago and then wrote the whole thing in one burst today 😭

#the locked tomb fanfiction #griddlehark #tlt fanfic

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celira · 4 months

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TLT 2023 holiday exchange fics!

language of its own, or: Cam has to do an erotic poetry final (gift for Lilac_Jam @ AO3) rated T, Camilla/Palamedes, idiots to lovers, 5k words

Camilla has an academic conundrum. Palamedes has a slight crisis.

a fowl diversion, unnamed, or: that Untitled Goose Game crossover crackfic (gift for @themorikelife) rated T, gen with Gideon and Harrow, crack treated seriously, 2.2k words

It is another dark and dreary day on the Ninth, and you are a horrible goose.

per my last email, or: insufferable academic nerd email banter (treat for @junozeta) rated M, Cam/Pal, epistolary...sort of, 1.2k words

“Warden,” she said patiently, “you want me so badly it’s making you stupid."

lend me some sugar (i am your neighbor), or: the Juno Zeta seduction committee report (treat for @themorikelife) rated T, Juno/Pyrrha...sort of, crack treated seriously, 763 words

Notes from a daring Sixth House pilot program. The nerds are at it again.

whew.

this was my first time participating in @tlt-holiday-exchange (or any fandom exchange at all, for that matter), and it was an absolute blast. big thanks to @rnanqo and @themorikelife for organizing & masterminding such a fun event!

after agonizing over my main gift, i was also possessed during the last week before reveals, and wrote a pinch hit and two treats. whoops.

big h/t to @arithmonym for putting beta-reading shine on my main gift (language of its own)!

#lira does a thing #the locked tomb #tlt fanfic #tlt fanfiction #the locked tomb fanfiction #campal #camilla hect #palamedes sextus

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dabs-into-oblivion · 4 months

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closing out the year with a short locked tomb fic because the unwanted guest reactivated my bullshit.

Title: do not go gentle into that good night. go loud.

Summary:

That's the thing about self-sacrifice. You think it all through, you make all of your preparations, and once you've done it you realise you forgot to say goodbye. Of course, when I woke up that morning, I didn't know it would be my last. I must have assumed we would have a few more days. Time stretched so oddly at the end, there—I could see it in Cam’s face, and Harrowhark’s and Gideon's. We were all so tightly wound, and when we came from Marta’s body through the sickroom and then found Ianthe standing over Naberius’ body and the Eighth decided to be the Eighth about it, I thought, This is the day when it ends. If I had said goodbye to Cam then, if I had let her see me leave the room, I would not have had time. I was able to keep Gideon suspended while I had it out with Cytherea, but that was only because she was not my cavalier. I had not spent my whole life with her, taking our every step together.

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In the truck, while Nona is in Honesty's house, Palamedes makes one last tape recording.

> link and short excerpt are behind the cut <

Clack.

Being dead affords one a lot of time for contemplation. Even now, sitting here in the truck while Nona is inside asking her friends for information that will determine whether the Sixth survives, in a body that isn't Camilla’s for the first time in months, all I can do is think. I suppose that's good, in a sense. I can rest up for whatever comes next.

I was never really sure why I became a revenant and Dulcinea didn't—it probably has something to do with Cam, and with Dulcie’s illness. Revenants need to want to live, or at least to have something to live for. That's a mind fuck, a rabbit hole best not traversed. If I start thinking I wasn't enough for her to live for… well. I’d better not. It would be cruel and unusual punishment, and she wouldn't like it at all.

But in my case, I think it wasn't just me who wanted me to live. It was Camilla, my Scholar, my cavalier, who refused to let me go. She never told me how she survived Cytherea—it never mattered more than the other things we had to say to each other, bouncing in and out of her head like tennis balls and pressing the tape recorder in between. But she did survive, very plausibly in fact, and she went looking for me in the River, and in the end it was Harrowhark who found me.

What Ianthe said about Coronabeth… now that's interesting. It’s the Naberius in her again, of course. He could never bear to be thought of as a lesser swordsman than someone who was never afforded the chance to be a real cavalier. And Coronabeth wanted it. She would have died if it had meant ascension as part of her sister; but even without Lyctorhood, she wanted what being Ianthe’s cavalier meant. None of us saw it at the time, and more to the point, none of us would have believed it of her; but she was terribly jealous of Naberius. She was jealous of Marta Dyas, too. She might even have been jealous of Gideon Nav.