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If you're doing it right you'll break their ribs by almostnectarine for Trialia
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Trilogy | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
17 Dec 2020
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"How do you know Nonagesimus has gone somewhere dangerous?" asked Isaac. "Have you wired some kind of alert system?"
"It's, uh. It's on the schedule," said Gideon. "I just... forgot. Because of the bread."
Nobody was convinced by this, least of all Gideon.
"It's a Ninth House thing," Gideon went on, backing away with increasing desperation. This was a slightly more plausible explanation, if only because nobody wanted to look too closely at what fell under the awful skeletal-ribbed and rotting umbrella of Ninth House things. "Gotta go—!" And she was out the door, gone.
But it wasn't a Ninth House thing, except inasmuch as it was happening to the only two representatives of the noble and decrepit Ninth House on this quite literally godforsaken rock. Gideon knew Harrow had gone somewhere dangerous—knew that Harrow was back in the lab where they had only just completed a horrible trial—because she could see it, clear as day: an awful overlay on her vision of that terrible dangerous room and a pair of terrible dangerous hands drawing some kind of ward next to the plinth.
The hands were definitely Harrow's.
This was definitely a problem.
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15 Feb 2026
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a couple lucky bounces by rodentsized
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
17 Feb 2026
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Gideon Nav is the defensewoman New York needed, although she prefers defensebutch, thanks. Six feet of absolute dynamite on the ice, with a weapons-grade slapper and smothering shutdown play. And she's finally free, a year ahead of you-know-who in the draft. Her sophomore season is everything she could have asked for.
Then they play the new expansion team in Denver, and who else but four-foot-nothing Harrowhark Nonagesimus lays the highlight reel hit of the year on her at the blue line.
Gideon wants payback, and soon.
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03 Feb 2026
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Woven by BonesforTime
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
16 Feb 2022
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When I come out of the water, she tells me I am Wrong.
“Wrong, how?” I ask. “Wrong, bad? Wrong, ugly?”
“Different,” Cam says. “Just different.” But she is kind. I know I took the thing that was inside.
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“And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him. A threefold cord is not quickly broken.” - Ecclesiastes 4:12 KJV
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09 Jan 2026
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The Course, of Course, Is the Least Direct by stoplightglow for forjodssake
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
18 Dec 2024
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Nodding absently, Corona bites her lip. “Do you do everything together?”
“No, we’re not—” Gideon’s eyes catch on the dent that Corona’s teeth leave on her plush, kissable lips. Oh. In the question of ‘doing everything,’ Corona is ‘everything.’
Gideon and Camilla aren’t like that. In fact, they’re so not like that, Camilla’s more likely to suffocate Gideon with a pillow in her bunk than join her in it.
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Warped Tour 1999. Gideon and Camilla are Vans-sponsored skateboarders, skating vert demos as a pair around the country. Things change when they realize their chemistry is good for more than just the halfpipe.
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10 Sep 2025
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And Fare Thou Well by beholdthelastparagraph
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
10 Aug 2025
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There’s something flickering and humming about the edges of their irises now, something changing, a carousel of her-him-her-him. Pyrrha pushes against their shoulders and they sink back against the concrete with Hect’s grace and blink up at her with Sextus’ owlishness.
‘You idiots,’ Pyrrha mutters, hovering on her elbows above them. ‘You idiots.’
They grin - a great, foolish, happy grin – and it’s that happiness that does it, the ease of it, the truth. Pyrrha laughs, longer and freer than she has in a long time, kisses first the tip of their nose and then their mouth again. They hum, grin wider, those happy young fools.
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11 Aug 2025