#Griddlehark fanfic

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Griddlehark Fics

I have read an absolutely insane amount of Griddlehark fanfics in the past few months so I figured I could make a like...list of all of my favorites that I bookmarked. I'm not sure if anyone will use this but if anything it will be for my own self-indulgence LOL. Just a heads up, this list WILL contain spoilers up to Nona the Ninth, so proceed with your own discretion. Anyway here we go!

(♥︎ = favorite!)

Short (<15k):

"By the Sword" by JeanLuciferGohard (2.6k)

The Reverend Daughter of the Ninth, Necrosaint, Ascended, the greatest bone adept in an Age, does one push-up, and collapses. Harrow does not beg for her cavalier. Harrow rakes her hair back and snarls, “Nav, I am going to unzip your cranial sutures. One by one. And zip them up again sideways.”

"Your Necro Questions Answered" by Magichorse (8.8k)

Syndicated columnist "Nav the Cav" offers a sympathetic ear to cavaliers across the galaxy and dispenses practical, no-nonsense, real talk advice on how to properly manage and care for your necromancer.

"A Lesson in Bones" by Magichorse (3.8k)

One of the laboratory trials at Canaan House compels Harrowhark to swap bodies with her cavalier. What will Gideon do with the power of the most talented bone adept in generations at her disposal? Nothing good, probably.

"Visions of Gideon" by tothewillofthepeople (13k)

Oh my god they were roommates...

"true love's kiss, or something equally nauseating" by corpsesoldier (4.6k)

She was where she needed to be. She was going to pull her necro out of this godforsaken tomb, end the game of musical bodies they were playing, and then everything would be all right. Harrow would be alive. And Gideon was going to give her shit for approximately the next myriad for not just taking what she’d offered and saving them a whole lot of trouble.

"The Big Warm Dark" by decalexas (haelstorm) (2.7k)

Gideon Nav knows how to swing a longsword, brandish a rapier, bridge the gap between life and death, punch the dead in the face, and maybe overthrow an Empire along the way. What she doesn't know how to do is reach for the girl who made all of this possible.

"carrion comfort, despair (not feast on thee)" by NotAFicWriter (5k)

Some time after Alecto wakes, Harrow and Gideon finally have a moment to speak to one another. Hearts are bared. Teeth are bared. Intentions are bared. It all comes at great personal cost (emotional honesty).

"never exhale all the way" by pigflight (1.2k)

Harrowhark paints Gideon's face.

"such an almighty sound" by CountingNothings (10k)♥︎

“I need you to marry me,” Harrow says, a propos of absolutely nothing that Gideon can see. And, uh, okay, this is not what childhood best frenemies say to each other upon discovering that both of their graduate programs have weird residence requirements. “What,” Gideon asks, “the fuck?”

"A Handsomely Dangerous Thing" by zoicite (1.5k)

Had Harrow ever looked at Gideon and felt pride before? Surely not. It sat like a tumor in her chest, a cancerous lump that had grown where it did not belong.

"How it didn't happen" by Nary (1.5k)

"How did you lose it?" Coronabeth asked, more softly than her sister's shrill voice. The group assembled at Canaan House barely knew her, and yet here they were, asking the most irritatingly personal questions, and acting as if they were being kind and thoughtful by prying into her secrets. "I dropped my pen into a vat of acid and reached in to grab it without thinking," Harrow said dryly. Coronabeth recoiled, screwing up her pretty nose. Ianthe looked unsure whether to believe her or not. Their meatslab of cavalier just stared blankly. "The Daughter of the Ninth House was blessed in this manner from her birth, as a symbol of her strength and power over the mysteries of necromancy," Ortus interjected. Harrow glared at him. "Oh," Coronabeth said, an expression of disgusting sympathy on her flawless face. "But then you would never have known who your soulmate was!" Harrow's glare intensified. "My soulmate is bones."

"Halcyon Nights" by Morike91 (10k)

It was hard to tell what was worse: feeling the full warmth of those unguarded honey eyes fall on Harrow, or watching them narrow in recognition and contempt, their warmth now hotter with something else.  “What can I get you?” It has been at least four years since Harrow last heard the voice of Gideon Nav, but it was still as familiar as her right hand. 

"I completely fucking hate you" by ClaraZorEl (7.5k)

In the coming weeks, Harrowhark learns an unfortunate great deal about Gideon Nav. The kind of porn she likes, the number of bread rolls she can fit into her mouth at once, that she always leans too heavily on her left leg when she fights but can do fifty-seven push-ups in a row without stopping, that her biceps rates 11/10 on the scale of good biceps, that her laugh rumbles like an army of skeletons, and most importantly, that she can’t fucking stand her. Gideon Nav is so grating that Harrow has no doubt she will be her undoing. OR Harrowhark Nonagesimus has been invited to Canaan University's ball. But to successfully represent her house, she needs a cavalier, and unfortunately, her only option is her least favourite barista from her least favourite coffee shop.

"A Thousand Teeth, Yours Among Them" by pipistrelle (7k)

"In the end, she poisoned Ortus; so it was Harrow Nova who walked out to the shuttle a half-step behind the Daughter of the Ninth, the chain of Samael Novenary wound about her offhand wrist, the black blade of the Ninth at her side."

"The Only Prayer We Know" by pipistrelle (12k) [Part 2 of "A Thousand Teeth, Yours Among Them"]

It's like a bad joke: two cavaliers (alive) and two necromancers (one dead) walk into a rebel faction of humanity, looking for a new life -- in every sense of the phrase. What they find is each other, and (in some cases) themselves.

"The Flames of Hell Are Warm" by silverapples (7k)

In which Harrow is a repressed evangelical Christian and Gideon performs burlesque in a lesbian nightclub. Feat. nipple pasties, chewing gum, and a steaming mug of gay coffee (wake up and smell it, Harrow).

"Necro Business" by rnanqo (1.6k) ♥︎

“Gideon,” you said carefully, “I will need to examine your mouth. Various structures, primarily the jaw, but also the lingual muscles—the tongue—” You stopped there. Your cheeks were going red, probably with indignity. “Yeah,” I said, a bit too loudly, “yeah, sure. Do it.”

"Holy Cross, Alaska" by softieghost (10k) ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Harrow meets Gideon. They go through it together.

"my love will be your armor" by TheKnightsWhoSayBook (2.3k)

"The princess has a right to bestow her favor on whoever she wishes to win a match," Gideon tells her. "Are you going to?" "Why would I? I don't want to marry him," Harrow answers bitterly. "Do you want me to win?" Princess Harrow will be engaged to the winner of the tournament, and her only champion is her useless bodyguard Sir Gideon Nav, who isn't going to save her. Unless...?

"The Meaning Of The Word" by pipistrelle (8.4k)

Harrow, along with a good percentage of Canaan University's necromancy students, has the flu. Gideon has a lot of feelings that she is in no way equipped to handle. It's a tough week.

"(i shine only with the light you gave me)" by sashawire (1.7k) ♥︎

God prods, gently, “Even just starting with their physical description, and we can go from there.” “Imagine,” you say, from somewhere outside your body, “the worst shade of orange you’ve ever seen in your life.” * Harrowhark receives her saintly title.

"i will learn to love the shears" by corpsesoldier (4.7k)

The avulsion trial left Harrow's hair in a sorry state and Gideon offers up her expertise with a blade. Or, Gideon gives Harrow a haircut.

"The Titty Texts: A Work of a Stupendous Titty Nature" by EleniaTrexer (3k)

Gideon accidentally sends Harrow boobs. And then just keeps on sending them.

"can we start over?" by breeeliss (10k)

Gideon needs a tutor. Harrow needs someone to get her out of college gym class. All in all, a pretty straightforward arrangement to make with your ex.

"Dark Mode Enabled" by senseoftheday (12k)

Tech Company AU in which a certain Sales bro with no filter decides to ruin Harrow's life (and feature roadmap) by initiating the cross-functional project from hell. At least, Gideon has the decency to work remotely, and Harrow's new office crush makes some pretty great coffee.

"deconsecrated graves" by emotionsandphenomena (4k)

Gideon and Harrow got out of the cult they were raised in. Okay, what's next?

"settle up in heaven" by liesmyth (3k) ♥︎

“Isn’t this arrogance, Harrow?” Kiriona says. “Think you could fix what God couldn’t?”

"Quoth the Maiden" by Sarsaparilla (10.9k)

The bold outlaws Nova Hawk and Gideon meet for the first time on a narrow log-bridge. But is it really their first meeting? Or: what if Robin Hood and Little John were both lesbians?

"twice in a blue moon" by sinshine (8.7k) ♥︎

Gideon snapped out of her depressing reverie and blinked at her. "That's a really good idea." "Obviously," said Harrow, and it was only a little bit condescending. "Step one, sneak out of the party. Step two, acquire the necessary items at a store. Step three–" Harrow gestured vaguely at the deer in Gideon's hands– "And step four, profit." [G&H rush to fix a smashed snow globe that Dulcinea made so that Cam doesn't kill them before the clock strikes midnight at their NYE party. The fact that Gideon is back in her hometown after a long time away and she and Harrow have unresolved romantic tension is secondary and definitely won't be a problem.]

"It Came From Planet Slut" by LockedTombMemes (8k)

Well. Evidently going undercover to an Idan society fling in order to deliver a message to a high-profile BoE agent was a tits-out kind of look.

"Apostate's Yuletide" by sinshine (12.6k)♥︎

Gideon raised one eyebrow comically high. She smiled easily, erasing any hint of the anxiety that Harrow might have sensed. "What's with all the questions today?" Harrow huffed indignantly and fidgeted with the blanket draped across her lap, worrying the frayed hem with her fingers. "I thought your ego would appreciate the interest." "Yeah, but it's weird coming from you. I'm used to you monologuing, not playing twenty questions." "Perhaps it's a Christmas miracle," suggested Harrow, with an expression so absolutely devoid of joy that Gideon couldn't help but laugh. [Harrow and Gideon burn down a church on Xmas.]

"when it's over" by Adertily (2.5k)

Harrowhark had sworn to herself to live to see the girl in the locked tomb awaken. Alecto has risen. Now God is dead, along with everyone who had ever been dear to her - and Gideon has returned as a distorted creature. The war is over. Harrow wishes she could be too. Or: A character study based on Harrow's suicidal ideation and Gideon's determination to never run anywhere unless she absolutely has to.

"Supernova Bloom!" by sinshine (13k)

"It's just for a week, and then you never have to see me again," said Gideon. "I don't have time to find anyone else." And, "Please." Slowly, Harrow took her hand off the door and cautiously turned around. Gideon watched a dozen unspoken questions flicker across her face. She voiced none of them, but eventually settled on an expression of grim resignation. "I suppose I could suffer you for a week." [Gideon needs help getting her new flower shop ready for the grand opening. Harrow needs cash.]

"I still need your teeth around my organs" by sinshine (7.8k)

Although she was a beloved Daughter and a talented necromancer, Gideon's greatest vice was that she dearly loved to fuck around and find out. Knowing this, perhaps it shouldn't have been as shocking when she lifted one of Nova's hands, flipped it over, and kissed her palm. [4 times Gideon kisses Harrow, 1 time Harrow kisses Gideon]

"cuckoo, cuckoo" by sashawire (1.2k)

What Wake gives it is not a name. To do so would be a moronic, unnecessary cruelty. But she does deign to give it the microscopic dignity of a title, a goal, a purpose. Bomb. Eighteen years later, in the rubble of a once-sacred home, Harrowhark Nonagesimus reaches up and touches Gideon Nav’s grit-covered, blood-rimed face, splits a laugh like the world is ending, and calls her “flower.” * Six times God's unwanted daughter was nicknamed, and once she wasn't.

"my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear" by sashawire (<1k) ♥︎

Gideon chomps into her tongue as hard as she can convince herself, stifling a very dignified squawk. Her eyes water, Emperor’s left tit that fucking hurts, but—it works. Blood weeps from the bite marks, creeping down the back of her throat, up into her nasal cavity, staining her teeth. Okay. She has blood in her mouth. Blood that, somehow, needs to get into Harrow’s mouth. * Step #6: Consume the flesh.

"fifteen percent concentrated power of will" by surreptitiously (9k)

Teaching someone to do a push-up is a love language, when that person is very annoying.

"GHAZAL WHERE I'M BEGGING YOU TO TOUCH ME" by igneousbitch (12k)

You had your body and I had mine, and it was a miracle. Your hands against my face were a miracle. The rest of your meat attached to your hands was a prayer answered and a promise broken, but we were flush and gasping and alive, and Harrow—I really thought you might’ve kissed me then. But I felt it happen. The way your breath suddenly stilled, and your body locked up beneath mine, remembering. How with splintering gentleness, you pushed me away. “I’m so sorry,” was the second thing you said upon waking. The first thing had been my name. Stranded in a safehouse on an Edenite moon, Gideon and Harrow try to put themselves back together.

"catch you on the flip side, sugar lips" by corpsesoldier (4.9k)

Maybe if Harrow's brain runs enough scenarios, she'll find a way to keep what she's lost.

"hand to heart, I swear" by corpsesoldier (5k)

Gideon has a broken heart, and there's only one necromancer who can fix it.

Medium (15-30k)

"If you're doing it right you'll break their ribs" by almostnectarine (22.4k)

"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.

"If Home Is Where the Heart Is (Then We're All Just Fucked)" by JeanLuciferGohard (17k) ♥︎

When Gideon Nav gets a call that her ex-girlfriend, who never bothered to change her designated emergency contact, is in the hospital, she goes against her better judgement and responds. Everything after that just gets more complicated.

"blue gray green lavender" by smolranger (29k) ♥︎

Laser Radial sailor Gideon Nav just wants pass her classes, win a few regattas, and keep her head down. FJ sailor Harrowhark Nonagesimus has grand plans to qualify for the Olympics, preserve her parent's legacy, and save her home town. Despite the ties binding them together, the two have kept their college lives carefully separate for two years. But when Harrow's helm, Ortus, suffers a concussion mid-way through the fall season, their carefully separated lives collide. Harrow needs someone capable of taking Ortus' place for the remainder of the season or her Olympic dreams — and Canaan College's entire sail team — are in peril. And Gideon is her only option.

"Daughters of Hungry Ghosts" by zoicite (24k)

Harrow and Gideon and times they have (and also have not) shared a bed over the years.

"Disney World, Florida" by softieghost (24.6k) [Part 2 of "Holy Cross, Alaska"]

After the events of Alaska, Harrow thanks Gideon the only way she knows how: devotion. -- Chapter 3: The journey concludes. More confessions.

"we've got a good thing goin' " by sinshine (14.6k) ♥︎

“Not to sound ungrateful, but being here makes me wish that you had left me for dead,” said Harrow. Gideon had been staring hard at the face of the fountain’s statue. She was pretty sure that it was carved in the likeness of Naberius himself, but she didn’t want to say it out loud and make it true. She shook her head and turned to Harrow. “Leaving me to live out eternity in your bony sock puppet of a body? Hard pass.” Palamedes and Camilla shared a look. It was the mutual understanding of two people who had been trapped in close quarters with the bickering of Gideon Nav and Harrowhark Nonagesimus for far too long. [Team 69 hide out in Babs's vacation home. Because it's not like he's using it anyway.]

"Cake by the Ocean" by zoicite (15k)♥︎

Okay, so the thing was, Gideon had always been shit at plans. She knew that. Everyone knew that, but this--she really didn’t think it would be this hard! Gideon’s voice was like the least memorable thing about her. Bargaining her voice for a well-shaped set of human legs--that really should have worked in her favor.

"careful fear and (un)dead devotion" by sinshine (23k)

[Gideon and Harrow wake up back in their own bodies but both of them are missing large parts of their memory. Camilla tries not to kill everyone.]

"who ya gonna call?" by igneousbitch (24k)

“Fret not, honeybun.” Gideon shook her red hair out of her eyes, belligerent. “I’m not totally sold on your whole skepticism thing.” “Well,” Harrow said, ignoring the nickname. She turned to the rest of the room, clearing her throat politely before addressing the empty air. “Ghosts, if you’re real, give us a sign. Make a noise. Move something. Send a shiver down our backs. Whisper softly into Nav’s left ear—” “I seriously fucking hate you.” - (Casual sex and paranormal investigation. Not necessarily in that order.) (or: the Buzzfeed Unsolved AU in which Gideon is ready to fight a ghost, and Harrow just wants to be haunted.)

Long(>30k):

"Beneath a Blue and Foreign Sky" by zoicite (35k)

Harrow has a decision to make.

"A Heart Full Of Sutures" by Rohad (40k)

All Gideon wanted was to get outside and ride her motorcycle. No part of that plan had included eight weeks in Canaan Medical Center with a broken Pelvis and the meanest little doctor this side of the eastern seabord.

"Midnight at the Mithraeum" by zoicite (66k) ♥︎

It'd been two years since Gideon Nav gathered her wine key and her gaming license and escaped The Locked Tomb, a speakeasy-style cocktail bar managed by the hateful Harrowhark Nonagesimus. Now, dealing tables at The Mithraeum Hotel & Casino, things were really looking up. So when Gideon scored a date with the most beautiful showgirl in the Gilded Halls of Ida, the last thing she expected was to wake up married to her old nemesis and former coworker. The story starts the night of Gideon's date and alternates between the events leading up to the wedding and the weeks that follow as Gideon tries to navigate life married to someone who claims to want nothing more than to forget she exists.

"Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea" by pipistrelle (90k)

Being the journal of Reverend Daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus, chronicling the journey of the Emperor's warship Cenotaph on its hunt to slay an immortal Resurrection Beast. Or: the Moby Dick crossover AU that nobody asked for.

"The Darkest Night, The Brightest Light" by eternaleponine (50k)

Harrowhark has known for a long time that her home's financial situation is dire, and not getting better. She has plans to fix it all, but can't implement them until she turns eighteen in a few months. When her parents announce that the best (perhaps only) way to save Drearburh is to marry off its heir, Harrow realizes the timeline has changed and she needs to take action now to save her home... and herself. Desperate times call for desperate measures, after all. Enter Gideon Nav. Detested foe, and Harrow's only hope.

"putting your fist through a thick sheet of glass (i know you don't want to)" by oretsev (46k)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus and Gideon Nav have always been at each other’s throats, and the animosity has only intensified since the death of Harrow’s parents. But when a car accident leaves Gideon without any memories of her past, Harrow sees a chance at the clean slate she’s wanted for years. Becoming involved in Gideon’s recovery assuages some of the guilt, but as she and Gideon become closer and increasingly involved in each other's lives, Harrow worries that some of her secrets may be more than she can atone for.

Ongoing:

"semi-charmed kinda life" by strangedelight (182k+) ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Gideon asked questions. Harrow surprised her with answers. They reached an agreement; they decided to be smart, to be patient. Gideon made a promise, Harrow gave her one in return. Wait and see. OR the year is 1994, and Gideon and Harrow leave their small town for life in the city. OR team 69 roommates au only this time it's the 90s

"Intern the Sixth" by apocalypticTaco (33k+)

ADDRESSING THE HEIR TO THE NINTH HOUSE, OR PRESUMED EQUIVALENT: PALAMEDES SEXTUS, HEIR TO THE SIXTH HOUSE, PRESENTS HIS COMPLIMENTS TO THE NINTH AND REQUESTS A FORMAL ARRANGEMENT WHEREIN HIS MASTER WARDEN AND CAVALIER APPRENTICESHIP UNDER THE NINTH FOR FOUR YEARS IN EXCHANGE FOR THE SIXTH’S SERVICES. *Details to be discussed. Please turn to back page. Timeframe variable. Services and agreements variable upon the Ninth's request. An internship of this caliber is highly unprecedented and likely unheard of, but any information valuable to the Ninth and into the Tomb will remain undisclosed upon request; Primary experience and study is required as the Master Warden has already decided upon such being his final thesis prior to his end studies. No takebacks, no denials. Pleased to meet you. Palamedes Sextus, Heir to the Sixth and Master Warden and Camilla the Sixth, Cavalier Primary and Warden's Hand of the Library

TO THE MASTER WARDEN: FORMALLY REJECTED.

"What's Eating Gideon Nav?" by labyrinthineRetribution (40k+)

After a miserable fifteen years at Blessed Saint Anastasia's School for Girls, Gideon's luck finally changes.

"We Have Always Lived in the Apartment" by labyrinthineRetribution (171k+)

John looks up from his Jack and Coke in drunken curiosity. "What's with the face, Harrowhark?" he asks, genuinely concerned. "Contrary to popular belief," Gideon butts in, "her face just fuckin' looks like that, bitch." She tends to use "bitch" as liberally as commas when off her ass. "You're piss drunk," you shoot back. "And you, my good bitch, are just as contemptible as the day you clawed your way up from Hell." - It is Harrowhark Nonagesimus' birthday, and it only gets worse from there.

PWP (basically):

"I'll hold in these hands all that remains" by corvidlesbian (6.5k) ♥︎

“Do you want me to try?” Gideon said. “What?” “You got all hot and bothered without me trying. Do you want me to try?” Their newfound habit of cuddling gets interesting.

"sting of a wasp" by brightbolt, imperfectlyctor (42k) ♥︎

"You’re a virgin,” Gideon said, testing it out. "Huh." Harrow didn’t like the sound of that huh. She knew Gideon’s noises, and that was a thoughtful, sinister huh. That was the same huh she’d made before putting canned tuna in Crux’s work boots. Her eyes narrowed. “What.” Gideon cocked her head to the side. “Is there a reason you’re waiting?” There was no judgement in the question— only genuine curiosity. Perhaps it was this that made Harrow more inclined to answer. “I don’t have the time to look for someone new,” She shrugged. “And my available pool is… somewhat limited.” “Well,” Gideon said, with just a hint of conspiracy in those glittering golden eyes. “If you ever want to change that, you have my number.” What? What? Harrow blinked. “What?” Or: the five times Gideon and Harrow successfully bone, and the one time they don't.

"Suckle, Honey" by zoicite (7.9k)

“You crave my juice,” Gideon accused. “I do not crave your juice.” “Fuck, you do though. You went off to explore that study alone, without your cavalier, using a key that I nearly gave my life for, and then you snorted some powder that made you crave my juice! Harrow. I never would have let you sniff powder from a ten thousand year old jar.” This was untrue--Gideon probably wouldn’t have noticed Harrow breathing in a puff of jar powder until it was too late--but it sounded like something Camilla Hect might say, so Gideon went with it anyway. Camilla definitely would have stopped Palamedes from accidentally sniffing old as fuck Eighth House jarred juice addiction powder.

"Five Times We Hatefucked and One Time We Didn't" by rnanqo (8k)

“Fuck you,” you said. “Fuck me yourself, you coward.” You ran a hand through my hair, fisted it, and pulled my head up. From here I had a spectacular view of your weird blown-out seething expression, like I was the worst thing you’d ever seen. Also a view up your blood-crusted nostrils. Choice. “Maybe I will, Griddle,” you said. “Maybe I will stop fucking you over and start fucking you." Gideon and Harrow realize, abruptly, that their hatefucking is no longer hatefucking.

"a call to motion" by groundedsaucer (coasterchild) (10k) ♥︎

Harrow and Gideon watch a porno.

"put her canine teeth in the side of my neck" by stranded_star (8.8k)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus is getting a PhD and a divorce. Against her better judgment, she goes out to the bar to celebrate and meets an incorrigible, absolutely ripped salt-and-paprika butch who takes her home and gives it to her good. To her horror, it's the best night of her life, and she sneaks home with her tail between her legs. Harrow has more important things to worry about - like raising her daughter and building the next stages of her career. But when her daughter's favorite teacher, someone named Griddle, turns about to be the Gideon she met at the bar, she's forced to contend with allowing herself (and her daughter) to find the happy ending she never thought they'd have. Featuring MILF!Harrow, Teacher!Gideon, and a very amused Camilla Hect.

"The Wound That Swallows" by seelieunseelie (7.8k)

Harrow can make out an uncomfortable amount of detail about Gideon’s body beneath. Powerful, strong as ever, yet somehow vulnerable for its supplication below Harrow’s. “Are we gonna get this over with?” Gideon says in a voice softly scratchy. She blushes then when Harrow sits on the edge of the bed. “It will hurt,” Harrow says. “Yeah,” Gideon says. “I think I can handle it.”

[sunnytobio]

masterlist of all my griddlehark fics (will be updated as time goes on 😏)

only want to fix it with a kiss on the lips

11,631 words, rated M

“This,” Gideon said, waving her phone around like Harrow was a cat trying to catch a laser, “is how I’m going to get you a girlfriend.” — gideon makes harrow an online dating profile against her will

when you’re close enough to love

12,786 words, rated T

Taking care of me is also taking care of you. — gideon gets hurt, harrow worries

i forgot the love i had, beg one chance to make you laugh

21,675 words, rated E

And if Gideon is smiling when the massage parlor door slams in her face, that’s no one’s business but her own. — gideon plays ice hockey, harrow is her unwilling masseuse

please please please let me get what i want — part 1 of a heaven, a gateway, a hope

25,789 words, rated M

So Harrow did not pray, but she thought about Gideon, and that was basically the same thing. — harrow and gideon through the years

it’s you that i hold on to — part 2 of a heaven, a gateway, a hope

21,615 words, rated E

Every part of Gideon Nav was worth worshiping, and Harrowhark Nonagesimus was a devout follower. — harrow learns to love and be loved

you make me feel like i am home again

13,729 words, rated T

Gideon was trading her sword for a power drill. There was a metaphor in there somewhere. — post-canon homoerotic shack living

[nona-gay-simus]

Okay, Modern AU Griddlehark idea since I'm not using it:

Harrow and Gideon start hooking up and Harrow starts asking Gideon for "dirty pics". Except because Harrow is a demisexual Catholic nun, her idea of what constitutes "dirty" is extremely PG-13 rated. So it would be stuff like, biceps, calfs, abs, thighs. And over time, the "dirty" pics just become normal selfies. She would text What are you doing rn? And Gideon would send her a selfie of herself, brushing her teeth.

[uisceb]

Pairing: Harrowhark Nonagesimus/Gideon Nav

Rated: E

Word Count: 124, 464

Status: Complete

In the aftermath of God’s death, Harrow and Gideon trip and tumble their way through what it means to be on the “lovers” side of “enemies to lovers” while facing the uncertainties of a universe with no God, and a House on the brink of extinction.

Featuring: nuns losing their religion (and finding new ways to worship), chainsaw-armed skeletons, smut, religiosity, more smut, Third House birthday shenanigans, power dynamics, Serious Discussions about the merits of tentacle porn, a smorgasbord of bad puns, and if you can believe it, even more smut.

This is a continuation of She Puts the Fun in Funeral but can easily be read as a stand-alone.

Both fics can be read here

Enjoy <3

[stranded-star]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Harrowhark Nonagesimus/Ianthe Tridentarius, (former marriage of convenience), Camilla Hect & Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Camilla Hect & Dulcinea Septimus & Palamedes Sextus Characters: Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Gideon Nav, Original Child Character(s), Ianthe Tridentarius, Camilla Hect, Palamedes Sextus, Dulcinea Septimus Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Found Family, Teacher Gideon Nav, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Semi-Public Sex, Size Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Strap-Ons, camharrow besties truther, MILF Harrow, Mild Praise Kink Summary:

Harrowhark Nonagesimus is getting a PhD and a divorce.

Against her better judgment, she goes out to the bar to celebrate and meets an incorrigible, absolutely ripped salt-and-paprika butch who takes her home and gives it to her good. To her horror, it's the best night of her life, and she sneaks home with her tail between her legs.

Harrow has more important things to worry about - like raising her daughter and building the next stages of her career. But when her daughter's favorite teacher, someone named Griddle, turns about to be the Gideon she met at the bar, she's forced to contend with allowing herself (and her daughter) to find the happy ending she never thought they'd have.

Featuring MILF!Harrow, Teacher!Gideon, and a very amused Camilla Hect.

[schizononagesimus]

I did it! Here is act one of the dead dove I've been writing that I won't shut up about<33 I'll be publishing a new act each week, it should be 4-5 long by the end of it! Acts two and three are being edited, four and five are being written.

rating: explicit | warnings: graphic depictions of violence (DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT) | pairings: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus (Griddlehark) | themes: Enemies to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU - Catholic School | word count: 31k

summary:

if i annoy you enough will you fall in love with me?

"Gideon and Harrowhark made their way to the closet at the back of the room, Gideon leading Harrow by the hand.

As the door shut, Ianthe shouted, “Timer’s on, lesbos.”

Gideon smiled at Harrow as she turned on the pull-string lightbulb.

“You ever kissed a girl before?”

Harrowhark stared at Gideon’s eyes—she had never seen them so close. They were brighter than the sun. She let her face get close to Gideon’s, breathing open-mouthed, and said: “I hate you so fucking much.” Gideon licked her own lips before going straight in with tongue."

[whatapictureisworth]

“Redheads, huh.” Gideon wiggles her eyebrows mock-suggestively, glad to take the conversation in a more joking, light-hearted direction.

Vi doesn’t let it, though, tilting her head thoughtfully and scanning Gideon with a slow, pointed look as she seriously considers the other woman’s words. “I mean, if you’re down for it…” she trails off, her intended implication clear.

“—what.”

“I know you guys hooked up that one time, back before Cait and I started dating. I’d have to check in with Cait to make sure she’s interested, but I’m pretty sure I know what she’ll say.”

Anyway I wrote a griddlehark x Caitvi college au foursome fic that I’m really proud of

[thunder-and-yearning]

PART OF THE TLT Big Resurrection Event 2023

Illustrations by @tonkable-art, go check their stuff!

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus Characters: Gideon Nav, Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Coronabeth Tridentarius, Camilla Hect, Palamedes Sextus, Jeannemary Chatur, Isaac Tettares, Ianthe Tridentarius, Naberius Tern, Dulcinea Septimus, Protesilaus Ebdoma, Ortus Nigenad, The Body | Alecto | The Girl in the Tomb, Cytherea the First (Locked Tomb Series) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Awkwardness, Awkward Conversations, Jealousy, Second-Hand Embarrassment, Relationship Discussions, Past Relationship(s), POV Gideon Nav, Partying, Drinking, Panic Attacks, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Love Confessions, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Strap-Ons, Porn with Feelings, Miscommunication, Lack of Communication, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Idiots in Love, past Gideon/Cytherea, past Alecto/Harrow, TLT BRE 2023 Summary:

Gideon is Harrow’s first everything: first rival, first friend, first fight, and first time. None of their friends are aware of their past, though, as their first time together is an awkward, embarrassing, and, quite honestly, painful memory, if Gideon had to be honest.

But during one Friday night, with the gang hanging out together and everyone a bit drunk on beer and wine, Gideon ends up talking about that one night as 'her-worst-lay-ever.'

It’s pretty surprising when Harrow has a completely different way of looking at it.

Or, the Bad Lay AU

[locked-tomb-shenanigans]

OOOH okay I've got a good one. I want some autistic Harrow content, maybe her getting overstimulated at a party or something like that and Gideon takes care of her <3

I wanna preface this by saying that I myself am not autistic, so huge, huge thank you to the wonderful Nick Hopson and Deklan Baker for reading over this for me and making sure I did alright in portraying the experience! Some of it is based on my own experiences with ADD since there’s overlap, which helped while writing, but I was still worried about messing up and having you two give me feedback was super helpful!

Majority of this is under the cut again because I wrote another 1k thing, so oops.

What can I say, hurt/comfort is just fun to do, and as nervous as I was, I honestly adored writing this :)

Also threw some ADHD Gideon in there, I'm predictable on some fronts, sorry XD

Requests are currently closed while I work on some things for the tIt holiday exchange, but I might open them again in January after I finish the ones l've already gotten (if I have time). CW for pretty severe overstimulation, as per the request, as well as some relatively minor references to Harrow’s canonical struggles with food.

Harrow’s noise cancelling headphones were out of battery. This would not have been a problem had she been back at her and Gideon’s apartment, showering, as she always did on weekdays from 10:25 to 10:35 in the evening. After that, she would prepare food for herself, which was a routine she could absolutely not afford to lose. If she didn’t eat routinely at an hour that made her body remember even when her brain did not, Harrow might go the whole day without eating.

But her headphones were out of battery, and she was not in the shower, which would have already caused her huge levels of discomfort if she hadn’t been at a party. As it was, Ianthe had dragged both of them with her when she’d come to pick up Gideon for this Friday’s “start of the semester”-party. 

The place was positively packed with people, the lights were harsh and shone right in her eyes regardless of which way she turned… and then there was the noise.

Harrow had left the headphones in, hoping they’d still help a little, but it didn’t make enough of a difference. The thumping sound of the stereo was beating right into her skull, and all around them people were shouting and laughing and dancing with clacking heels and heavy boots. Harrow couldn’t tune any of it out, she kept catching snippets of conversations from all sides at once, the noises swelling into a nightmare symphony. 

She wasn’t sure what in the God’s name had possessed her to step onto the dance floor with her girlfriend, but it was just too much. People kept brushing past her, and at some point even pressing her nails into her palms repeatedly (left hand for three seconds, right hand for five, left hand for three again) stopped helping. Her senses were overflowing, and when she looked up again Gideon was gone from her sight, lost among the waves of people dancing around her. It was just too much. 

Harrow felt nauseous and her vision was swimming, tears blurring the people around her into one colorful mass. There were rational thoughts somewhere in her brain, but she couldn’t reach them. The only thing that remained was a sort of animal panic, a quiet, persistent scream of ‘outoutout.’

The act of fighting herself out of the crowd was a blur of noises and lights and hands, and Harrow only briefly came back into herself when she stumbled and became acquainted with the black tile floor.

The voices around her swelled unbearably and someone reached out to touch her. Harrow feared she might scream, but the next snippet she caught was Gideon’s voice. People stepped back. Gideon didn’t touch her. She knew when not to. She just stepped into Harrow’s field of view and waited for her to get up on her own before she walked, purposefully slowly, towards the back door. Harrow scrambled after her, vision swirling so badly that she nearly knocked something over and then bumped against the doorframe.

Gideon stayed calmingly quiet while she accompanied Harrow back to the car. She just walked with her in silence, half a step behind, and did what Harrow only realized later was shielding her from view.

The car’s smells were mild and comforting in their dull familiarity, and Gideon let her sit on the left side of the backseat with all the doors open so she could feel the cold. Gideon left her briefly, returning with a weighted vest and Harrow’s favorite pillow, placing them down next to her before sitting at a respectful distance at the other end of the backseat. Harrow could do nothing but to look at her girlfriend and hope she understood, because no words in any known language would suffice to adequately express her gratitude—and even if there had been words, her throat refused to form any.

There was immediate relief in the vest and the ability to curl around the pillow, nails digging into the smooth fabric (left hand for three seconds, right hand for five, left hand for three again). She pressed her head back into the seat, eyes closed and knees pulled up to her chest and just breathed slowly for a full five minutes. She felt less like she was about to vibrate out of her skin after.

Over the next twenty minutes, she slowly worked herself all the way over to Gideon’s side of the backseat, first barely touching a single finger until she finally buried herself in her girlfriend’s side. Gideon was her safe person, and the only one whose touch she not just tolerated but genuinely enjoyed a lot of the time. But when her senses were already worn so thin, it would just push her even further over the edge. She and Gideon were opposite in that way—when Gideon’s senses were overwhelmed like this, touch was the only thing that helped.

But when Harrow’s senses weren’t all screaming at her at once, this did help her, too. 

“Is it okay if I…” Gideon lifted an arm and trailed off, not making any further movements before Harrow confirmed that it was, in fact, okay. 

“Thank you, Gideon,” Harrow whispered into her girlfriend’s chest, still sniffling quietly, “for thinking ahead and bringing the things I needed even when I didn’t admit I would. And for being here with me when you could be inside with your friends.” She had a terrible desire to apologize, but they had rules for situations like this. If Gideon was forbidden from unproductive self-blaming for situations out of her control, it only made sense that Harrow was, too.

“Are you kidding? Fact aside that I’d be with you regardless, that party was a fucking nightmare. The lights were so bad that my sunglasses barely helped. By all means, thank you for giving me an excuse to leave.” She looked at her for permission, and, once granted, pressed a gentle kiss to Harrow's forehead. “Let’s just stay home next time, okay?”

“Gladly.”

“And Harrow?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t let people drag you into doing things you know are likely to set you off. It’s reasonable to do that. I know I’m one to talk, but I’m working on it, and the point still stands. Your well-being is more important than someone’s desire to hang out with you.”

“And if I just wanted to spend the evening with my girlfriend?” Harrow asked quietly, lacing her trembling fingers through Gideon’s, index finger drumming incessantly against her girlfriend’s second knuckle.

“Then tell her that next time, and maybe you’ll even give her a decent excuse to skip out on something she’s only choosing to go to because of peer pressure.” She smiled down at Harrow. “Let’s go home, yeah? Unless you still need a moment, of course. No rush.”

“I should be alright, so long as I’m not forced to drive,” Harrow said dryly, both of them well aware that she didn’t even have a license to begin with. She buried her head in Gideon’s chest, just for another moment.

“No way in hell am I letting you drive my car, Nonagesimus.” Gideon chuckled lightly. “You should probably also eat something when we get home. How’s mashed potatoes sound?”

Harrow lit up immediately. Mush food was her favorite, especially when it was so mushed that it barely had any texture and didn’t require her to chew, just swallow. It was inarguably better than soup—though soup was also an acceptable choice on most occasions—because of the just perfectly comfortable amount of stimulation the mashed potatoes provided in their slight solidity. Harrow enjoyed the feeling of moving the mass around in her mouth, liked the feel of it against her cheeks.

Gideon always made the mashed potatoes unseasoned, and didn’t serve the food until it was lukewarm, and like that, it was as good as any comfort food got.

“Please know that you are my favorite person in the vasts of the universe.”

“I do,” Gideon said, and looked like she might cry. Her free hand flapped against her thigh, like it always happened when Gideon was happy. “But I’ll never get sick of hearing it. And I’m not gonna say it as weirdly as you just did, but I love you, too, Gloom Princess.”

Harrow knew she would marry her, then.

[runephoenix6769]

TLTChapters: 26/26 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus Characters: Gideon Nav, Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Camilla Hect, Palamedes Sextus, Coronabeth Tridentarius, Ianthe Tridentarius, Naberius Tern, Judith Deuteros Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, Necromancy, bones - Freeform, Alternate Universe - No Lyctoral Trials (The Locked Tomb Series), Inspired By The Mummy (Movies 1999 - 2008), Skeletons, world building, Steampunk, Chempunk, Dieselpunk, My own world - Freeform, sand, so much sand, Betad by the Best People Ever, Archaeology, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Science Fiction & Fantasy Summary:

Two thousand years after the Mass Exodus, it is up for hot debate among the scholars and historians in the academic institutions of the City States whether all the Imperial Houses survived. For the person who can prove their location, honor and glory shall be their prize.

Necromancy is on the wane. Harrowhark Nonagesimus theorizes that there are missing pieces of the puzzle out there to be found. When a fellow scholar, Palamedes over hears a rumor about strange occurrences out in the Yurridian Desert, the opportunity to investigate is too good to pass up.

In the bustling port town of Capri, a rumor like that never stays contained for very long, and soon they find themselves in a race of horse and hounds with the Tridentarii to lay claim to what ever might be hidden beneath the grey sands of the Ash Scattered Dunes.

Only problem, they are forced to rely upon a rough neck cav cropper with a personality problem and biceps that ought to be illegal. @tlt-holiday-exchange

[ducksandneetleteetles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus Characters: Gideon Nav, Harrowhark Nonagesimus Additional Tags: Post-Pool Scene (Locked Tomb Series), Canon Compliant, Useless Lesbians, Roleswap, they're both so touch starved it hurt to write, Cavalier-Necromancer Dynamics (Locked Tomb Series), they love each other so so much i'm never going to be normal about them, One Shot, i can't really tag this as a harrow nova AU, but they swap clothes and come up with new names so. it's that Summary:

Gideon and Harrow try on each other’s clothes as a bonding exercise. The rituals are intricate okay? They're intricate. Plus, some awkward flirting because these two are repressed idiots. *smacks side of fanfic* this bad boy can fit so much gentle touching in it i'm tellin ya

(this is my first locked tomb fanfic!! it’s a very short one shot about gideon and harrow so i thought i should post it here)

[froopa-coopa]

love a canon (?) coffee shop AU

[sunnytobio]

i’ve posted two griddlehark fics that can be read here: a heaven, a gateway, and hope

the first one, please please please let me get what i want, is a modern au griddlehark that grows up with harrow and gideon as they navigate what it means to care about each other while they deal with life and its challenges

the second one, it’s you that i hold on to, is a follow up fic about them navigating their new relationship while harrow learns to let herself be loved

😃❤️

[harrowedsoup]

I still can’t believe that it’s 100% canon that Harrow has a nickname for Gideon that only she uses… I can’t believe it’s canon that Harrow thinks Gideon’s sweaty forearm muscle is hot… I can’t believe Harrow calling Gideon incredibly romantic names is canon… she dreams of them meeting in less complicated ways and more romantic ones… she literally can’t live with Gideon…,

In most fandoms all of the above would be headcanons but no. Harrowhark Nonagesimus is just that down bad.

[schizononagesimus]

rating: explicit | warnings: none | pairings: Gideon Nav (as Kiriona Gaia)/Harrowhark Nonagesimus (Griddlehark), Kiriona Gaia/Harrowhark Nonagesimus/Ianthe Tridentarius (Kiriharrianthe) | themes: Modern AU, Porn With Plot, American South AU, Cowboy AU, Protestant AU, toxic yuri, hate fucking, cheating, they have sex instead of going to therapy<33

chapter word count: 27k

summary:

Five years. Five years Kiriona Gaia was in prison.

Five years away from the ranch.

Five years Harrowhark Nonagesimus refused to talk to her.

Five years without gettin' her clit licked.

Five years of relying on Ianthe Tridentarius.

And five years later, the bitch was back in town.

--

"As Harrow mounted Gideon for a second time, Gideon breathed, “I’m still so fuckin’ mad at you.”

“I know.”

“Ride me, you horrible bitch.”'