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Atomicity by PineAndPetrichor
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
24 Oct 2022
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And when Harrow comes over to Gideon's cramped dorm to study, and she lies on the bed, with her legs spread like that, all Gideon has to do is lower her textbook to see—Under the shadow of her skirt, Harrow's pale, parted brown thighs. And peeping out between them: her underwear.
Cotton white, today.
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Harrow doesn’t wear her short skirt decently. It’s Gideon’s problem.Bookmarked by grainyangel
31 Oct 2022
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Genuinely genuinely genuinely a MASTERPIECE
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Stylites by beholdthelastparagraph
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
31 Aug 2025
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Harrow's favourite saint: Simeon Stylites. Ascetic, lived thirty-six years on top of a pillar, platform two metres square, ten metres up in the air.
They sent Simeon food up in baskets. Little baby Harrow always found that part fascinating – the idea that someone would lock themselves away and make themselves useless and do nothing but exist, and that despite that uselessness, that madness, the villagers would still come together two times a day and send baskets full of olives and bread up via some kind of elaborate pulley-system they had constructed.
She told her therapist once that that’s what love meant to her. The pulley system. The baskets.
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Ex Cathedra by beholdthelastparagraph
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
07 May 2025
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Slightly wobbly in her high-heeled shoes, Harrow walks over the wet gravel in an ungainly line, and puts out her cigarette in the muddy earth of John Gaius’ fresh-dug grave.
Gideon stares at her.
‘Come on,’ Harrow says, and brushes off her hands as she straightens back up. ‘Let’s get a drink.’
Bookmarked by grainyangel
19 Apr 2026
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heaven is here if you want it! by rosapalustris
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
03 Sep 2025
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Once it was done—once the secret was out, and the documents drawn up, and the ceremonies commenced—Harrowhark Nonagesimus was brought to Her Divine Highness’s resplendent rooms for her final act of duty. There a gaggle of attendants washed her and perfumed her and dressed her in a gossamer silk nightgown of iridescent white. Which was—exceedingly silly. There they left her, and she awaited the Prince. Her bride.
Bookmarked by grainyangel
16 Apr 2026
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Good prose exists and its HERE. In an ocean of prose that isnt very good, this here be my respite my island of solace and peace in the knowledge that good prose exists and ao3 user rosapalustris writes it
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Shane finds out he likes it when Ilya bites him. It’s possible he likes it a little too much.
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- Part 1 of Bite Hard
Bookmarked by grainyangel
09 Jan 2026