7 Works by flynnwb
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velvet burns by flynnwb
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
14 Oct 2024
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“Whoa, hey, shh,” the woman touches her upper arm solicitously, and when Gideon shrugs her off she lifts both hands up, palms open. “I was only joking, silly. Pushing your buttons. Don’t you joke with your friends?”
Gideon settles slowly, lips still pressed in a thin line but less ready to bolt. “I’m trying to say I’d like us to be friends. On an ongoing basis. Not just one-life-saved, one-drink, one-night. Real friends.” That worms its way right into the center of something old and knotted in Gideon’s chest. She’s not stupid, this woman very obviously wants something extra too. But she can count on one hand the amount of times someone’s said that to her in her short life. “So, what do you say?”
Haltingly, Gideon nods.
Gideon thinks she’s getting herself a sugar mama. Harrow feels she’s getting sabotaged by a scrupleless competitor for the next official Lyctoral appointment in the Los Angeles First Central Church of the Great Resurrection. Cytherea knows she’s getting an excellent bargain for the price she’s paying, but that won’t stop her from wringing the most bang possible out of her buck.
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let them weep to speak of us by flynnwb for apredatorywasp
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
22 Sep 2024
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“Doesn’t this make you feel so alive? Our power: us, here, together?” Ianthe breathes. Harrow glances over at her. Ianthe is looking into the far distance, eyes bright with a hungry fervor, pinpricks of blood-red excitement high on her cheeks. This system’s star has a rosy hue, burning colder late in its life cycle, and the daylight offsets Ianthe’s usual sickly pallor. The Eighth Saint glows in her dirty white robes, looking warm and alive here on this planet in a way she never does in the icy illumination of their shared shuttle.
Harrow hates her.
(From the request: ‘dark universe Harrianthe Lyctors, cruelty and fucked up dynamics,’ a story in which Ianthe gets what she wants, but Ianthe doesn’t tend to want things that are all that good for her.)
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with a little help from my friends by flynnwb
Fandoms: The Queen's Thief - Megan Whalen Turner
23 Feb 2023
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The king turned and pressed the (still generously full) wineskin into Aris’s hands. He leaned up conspiratorially and Aris had no choice but to bend his ear, catching a whiff of alcohol on the king’s breath. “It seems poor Costis’s homing pigeon sense of duty can’t allow me a moment of peace, but I’ve been told in no uncertain terms to go to bed. You’ll keep your friend occupied and out of trouble for me, yes?”
“Uhh,” said Aris.
“Well said,” agreed the king, clapping Aris on the shoulder, and then he disappeared through the closet doors on the opposite side of the room, and did not come back out.
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at the foot of my bed (I can lay down next to you) by flynnwb
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Trilogy | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
03 Nov 2021
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At first, she had slept. She’s not even sure how long it lasted; how can one mark time in the white blank bliss of oblivion? But then, the dreams had begun. Just snippets, initially. An alien ship, familiar faces; Ianthe’s disdainful washed-out loveliness, the dark, unassuming features of the Emperor Undying, the violently unwelcome Ortus- no, Gideon the First.
And yet, Gideon’s (her Griddle, not that desiccated ass) roguish, lopsided grin is excruciatingly absent. Lucid dreaming is clearly a pernicious fiction, because Harrow can’t manage even for one brief instant to relive the certainty of those strong arms eclipsing her like gravity in the weightlessness of dense saltwater. In rare moments of clarity she finds herself wishing that, if the dreams weren’t to be of Gideon, they might cease entirely and leave her to rest in tranquil nothingness.
They do not.
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- Part 4 of relief next to me
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I will call you pretty darlin', tell me what I am by flynnwb
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Trilogy | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
07 Sep 2021
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Gideon had insisted on Harrow’s body remaining fully clothed, a pretense so absurd in light of the situation that Ianthe had struggled to suppress a laughing fit when Gideon first said it. But Ianthe had (mostly) been circumspect with her amusement, and later, when Harrow - no, correction, when Gideon was stumbling over her tongue, saying (in that voice with such a familiar timbre but completely unfamiliar heat) “please,” and “god,” and “I need-,” Ianthe had simply slipped the loose black trousers down around Harrow’s bony knees and let Gideon keep her tunic and robe. Ianthe is, above all things, self-possessed; she isn’t about to lose her hold on the chivalrous little cavalier now by tightening her grip too hastily. After all, without Gideon to toy with, how else is she supposed to pass the time on this lonely cruiser limping along through an even lonelier corner of space?
This work can be read as a stand alone, but is a sequel to: first in the series
And: second in the seriesSeries
- Part 3 of relief next to me
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Do you want to hear about the deal I'm making? by flynnwb
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Trilogy | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
19 Dec 2020
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Harrow, if you're still in there and able to follow my little updates, don’t worry. I’m not telling you this stuff because I intend to do anything (or let anyone else do anything) nefarious with your bits while you're away. If I did, it would mean conceding a major point to Ianthe. And if you don’t trust me purely by virtue of my own deep-seated ethical sensibilities, I hope you at least trust my pettiness enough that you can be sure I would never give Ianthe a chance to say ‘I told you so’.
This work is a sequel to: first in the series, but can be read as a stand alone.
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- Part 2 of relief next to me
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All I want's to love the one I'm with, like Stephen Stills says by flynnwb for dandeliononfire
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Trilogy | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
11 Dec 2020
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Ianthe had given it a fair try, hadn't she? She had acknowledged the goal her id had already been driving her towards and settled in to play the long game, stacking the deck with painstaking personal care. Every move was designed to bind Harrow to her, the choreography gradual and absolutely inexorable. But Ianthe had miscalculated slightly. That was that. Now Harrow isn't here and this distastefully bombastic imbecile keeps having the audacity to unleash that tacky lopsided GRIN at Ianthe while they're sparring. Using HARROW'S face. It's tantamount to foul play, really.
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- Part 1 of relief next to me