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Bittersweet and Strange by LotusRoaster
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
09 Jan 2024
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The prince gestured to the young woman's fair form, and with an eyebrow raised, coyly levied her own question:
“Fair maiden, does thy carpet match the drapes?”
Five long, shitty years later, Gideon lay curled up on a rug by the fire, blinking back tears as she stared into the fireplace. That particular night in the early spring always saw her deep in her feelings because it was the anniversary of the day she was turned into a dragon by a cranky enchantress masquerading as a sopping wet traveler.
“My prince, canst thou spare a bed for a poor, lonely maiden such as myself traveling alone on a stormy night?” Gideon mewed and waved a claw vaguely in the air. “Hasn’t she ever read porn? That’s literally always how it starts.”
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A red-headed prince hits on the wrong one on a dark and stormy night. A provincial beauty hatches a plan to restore her parish to its former glory, and doesn't care how many semi-sentient candelabras she has to reanimate to do it. Ianthe Tridentarius uses antlers in all of her decorating. The Beauty and the Beast Locked Tomb AU that lives rent-free in my head.
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within your shadow i am bound by LotusRoaster
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
15 Jul 2023
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Griddle,
While only a fool would claim absolute comprehension of life and death (and He is now, as you say, ‘space dust,’), I can assert with confidence that you, Gideon Nav, are not dead.
I have provided a short bibliography of relevant works on post-mortuary thanergy should you wish to self-study on the topic, but given that the number of ‘titties’ in those works is negligible (but perhaps interestingly, not ‘none’), my assumption is that you’ll bin it immediately.
Know this, then. I would know in the farthest reaches of my soul if you were dead.
Harrowhark Nonagesimus
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A post-Harrow the Ninth AU. Gideon and Harrow find themselves splitting a timeshare in Harrow’s body, and like so many fools before them, trying to work out their feelings in the mail.