#tlt fanfic

[space--daemon]

fifth-absorbs-the-ninth!au from abigail's perspective as she slowly realises that a) the ninth is being run by half a dozen pensioners and a traumatised preteen; b) the only other preteen on the planet is apparently both their indentured servant (bad) and the first preteen's emotional support chew toy (bad??); c) the cavalier primary is a great poet and a terrible cavalier (sidenote: abigail would fucking LOVE ortus did you sEE her husband??!?!); d) this place is haunted as FUCK including by a vengeful milf; and e) these children need a parent ASAP

cut to abi and magnus trying to surreptitiously adopt the two most feral children they've ever seen without spooking them and also ortus

[jods-tablet]

Juggling video auditions the next few weeks, so here is an upcoming excerpt, as a treat (: -> ✶⋆.˚

[iilines]

I went to a Queer centric local Coffeeshop/Bookstore today.

This was on their menu ❤️🤣

Barista!Gideon / Coffee shop AUs I'm BEGGING YOU!

Add this to your fanfics 🤣🤣🤣

"Whats your favorite coffee?"

[moonietoon]

Ok, I’ve finished The Locked Tomb books. Give me your best fanfic recommendations. Griddlehark, Jodiebeth, anything, hand it over. I’m desperate.

[fkapommel]

May I interest you in... witch!Harrow? Witch hunter!Gideon? The possibility of lady!Harrow dutifully protected by knight!Gideon?

What if the TLT books weren't in the future, but the past?

Well, do I have the fic for you! I just posted the long-awaited chapter 2 for my fic, These Valiant Dead! After my long hiatus, I'm hitting the ground running with this project, and I hope you'd join me on the journey :)

[artie-party]

Attempting to transcribe all of Palamedes Sextus' lines in an effort to characterise him for my best friend's giant fanfiction, how are we liking the intro?

[rat-studio]

I’d do anything for twenty bucks I’d sell my sour soul ‘Cause lemonade is bitter ‘till you Sweeten up the bowl

ITS MY FAVORITE GIRL!! PYRRHA!! I LOVE YOU!!

I think this half of the chorus is verrryyy Pyrrha coded-- she's so desperate for love, for any scrap of anything, and she's SO DUMB about it. But it isn't only about Pyrrha!! Wake!! My love-- also desperate af, this fucking sputtering fire of a woman who will blow up her own kid to win.

Part 1 (+explanation of premise)

More thoughts, version without lyrics, and timelapse below cut. Verse 3 Chorus 2/2 Song: Unsweetened Lemonade by Amélie Farren. oh and it’s pretty obvious what the next one’s gonna be if you look at the lyrics…

Ok so honestly I had no idea what to draw for this part going into it, if you watch the timelapse you definitely will get that. But I am very happy with what I settled on. Basically, this is an AU of what could have happened in Pyrrha (not G1deon) had caught up to Wake just as she was going into labour. I think it's really interesting to think of Pyrrha's own relationship to John, to Wake, and to this child that she really has no responsibility for but feels beholden to anyway. John is this symbol of everything G1deon admired, of everything all of them left behind in order to pursue a 'better world', and Wake is the antithesis of all of that: she's likely the descendant of the same billionares that escaped Earth leaving everyone behind, and she is furiously and vengefully mad at all of it. Pyrrha in love with these three people, she hates all three of them in some capacity, she wants to do what's right and she has no idea what that is in almost every situation.

And then there's this kid that's innocent and also tied up in all of it, and there's no guarantee that it isn't actually hers. And she wants to do the right thing-- is that the right thing for millions? A barely thought though plan that could very easily (and does) go astray? Or is that right thing to save this baby? idk, you decide.

I don't know what perfectly cannon compliant Pyrrha would do in this situation, I've read the books three times and I still don't really know, though I'm leaning towards her saving baby Gideon and running off to raise her somewhere (honestly a pretty intriguing story on its own), but for the sake of the AU and the story I am trying to tell: Pyrrha lets Wake go. The mission still fails, the rest of Gtn and Htn and even Ntn continue on as normal, but there is that undercurrent of deeper responsibility that Pyrrha has to Gideon, something that, though I think is present and will be explored further in cannon, isn't incredibly important. I'm a sucker for dad Pyrrha, sue me.

ALSO!! I wrote a fic for this!! Link to it here!

[snowleek]

it's wip wednesday! here's a snippet from ch 19 of Thatorchia wherein I unzipped the wet sheath of my soul and stuck my hands in up to the elbows. it's all very gender. i love Gideon Nav.

[nonageisimus]

the locked tomb music band AU

[space--daemon]

Would it be possible to hear more of your thoughts about the 5th absorbs the ninth au?

oh my god YES

i'm so deep in my tlt bre fic or i would already be writing this because i LOVE this au and will soon be reading EVERY fic with this concept (some of which are linked in the notes of the original post)

so i imagine this taking place a short while after harrow opens the tomb, a year or two at most

harrow is equal parts devastated w grief and fanatic with adoration for the body in the tomb

she is also NOT in the mood for the ninth to be absorbed by the fifth and is ready to fuckin throw down

of course by throw down, harrow means "glare at them until they go away and also bones" bc she's twelve and that's really all she can do

fifth's first trip to the ninth:

abigail: hel- those people are dead

harrow, currently manipulating the corpses of her parents: (drops from the ceiling like batman) begone, invaders, you are not- griddle!

gideon, who Should Not be there but saw a sword and thought "fuck it": (walks up to magnus) fight me old man

magnus and abigail immediately decide to adopt these children

magnus starts sparring with gideon and getting his ass handed to him, much to aiglamene's delight

abigail begins the daunting task of Earning Harrowhark Nonagesimus' Trust

she explains she doesn't actually want to take over the ninth and harrow can have it once she's eighteen

this inadvertently offends harrow and sets them back a month

the fifth quickly pick up that ortus is Not Into this whole cav business and make the pretty obvious connection that gideon should be harrow's cav and the equally obvious connection that both girls would Rather Die

cut to quinn and pent's epic quest to trick two preteens into accepting the fifth as their caregivers and becoming cav and necromancer

they also become the world's most awkward wingmen

magnus, during a sparring session: say, the reverend daughter looked very regal this morning, didn't she?

gideon, who has already adopted this man as a father figure: what the fuck mags how could you betray me like this

ortus is either besties with the fifth or actually fucking them like abigail pent would one hundred percent take one look at this chubby eloquent caring inept motherfucker and be like I Want That Bear Obliterated

at some point they get it into their heads that the girls need peer engagement so they bring jeanne and isaac to visit

harrowhark nonagesimus, who has never met a person younger than her, watching a nine-year-old jeannemary chatur vibrate with excitement: what the FUCK is That

gideon nav, whose only experience with people younger than her is harrow: what the FUCK is That

[jods-tablet]

Some lighthearted fun next chapter (:

[biannual-fixation]

Charming's Not the Word I'd Use

(a new fic for your consideration by yours truly)

Summary:

28 months before Her Divine Highness' debut into society, Gideon Nav escapes the Ninth and subsequently disappears into thin air.

25 months and 21 heavily redacted letters later, Harrowhark Nonagesimus receives an invitation to attend the Emperor's lyctor trials... and also vie for the hand of His only begotten daughter in a competition of courtship.

Harrow really fucking hopes she's wrong about who Prince Kiriona is.

[thegothicchangeling]

Nona's Master Plan to Get Out of Dinner

Cross posted from my ao3 account, LadyRainfall

“I'm sick.”

“You're sick?” Repeated Camilla, sounding a bit annoyed.

“Yes,” replied Nona. After a bit of thought, she coughed.

“Are you sure you're not just trying to get out of dinner?”

“If I eat,” said Nona stubbornly, “It will just come back up.” She heard Pyrrha say that once, and Camilla had said it was because she was hungover. Nona didn't know what that meant.

Now, Pyrrha leaned on the doorframe and watched the exchange with an amused twinkle in her eye. She chuckled.

Camilla sighed. She turned to the notepad she always carried and jotted something down. “I'm getting the Warden.”

She blinked and then it was Palamedes, with his clear gray eyes. He reached up to the bridge of his nose, then blinked and lowered his hand.

“Hi, Palamedes,” said Nona.

“Hello, Nona," he said pleasantly. "Cam told me you don't feel well.”

She nodded. She thought about what sick people were like, and she said in the most pathetic voice she could: “I feel like I'm gonna throw up, and my throat hurts.” Then she coughed again, for good measure.

“You have to admire the effort,” Pyrrha said with an amused smile.

Nona stomped her foot. “I'm not faking!”

“Alright, alright,” said Palamedes evenly. “Let me look at you, okay?”

“Okay,” Nona nodded, trying to sound sick.

Palamedes put his hand on her forehead, then felt her throat. Nona giggled, because it tickled a little.

“Alright, just open your mouth, please.” Nona obeyed, and Palamedes took out a tiny flashlight from one of Camilla’s pockets. Nona recognized it as the one she took away from her last week when she tried to eat it, which Nona thought was very unfair. She thought her family should just let her eat what she liked if they were so worried about feeding her.

"Well," said Palamedes, “Your throat's not red, and you don't have a fever.”

Nona coughed again, hoping to sway his judgement. Palamedes’s lip quirked up, and Pyrrha laughed outright.

“I'll throw up!” She threatened. “I will do it, and it won't be funny.”

“Settle down, please. Can I feel your belly, Nona? Is that okay?”

She nodded. “Yes. But don't tickle me.”

“I'll try not to.”

After Palamedes felt her tummy, he turned back to the notepad, and wrote something down. Nona looked over his shoulder at the letters. She couldn't read them, but they looked like this:

She's lying. I feel like humoring her, though, because it's really quite cute.

Then Camilla came back. She looked at the paper, smiled slightly, and said:

“Nice try, Nona. Eat your corn.”

Pyrrha chuckled again, and Nona was indignant. “Stop laughing!” She cried as she tugged her braids. “I really am sick and you'll all be sorry when I die!”

Pyrrha fixed her face, and Camilla said lightly: “If it's that serious, maybe you should go to bed now, and stay home tomorrow.”

Nona’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of missing school.

“Well,” she said quickly. “Maybe it's not that bad.”

“Mm,” said Camilla. “Feel like eating now?”

“Maybe a little."

“All of it.”

“Half of it.”

Camilla only sighed.

[saysaysayitaintso]

tlt modern AU... the cavs are footballers* and the necromancers are physiotherapists... doping scandals... ACL tears... LESBIAN SEX.... (I collapse on the floor in a writhing mess)

*British

[mini-and-mighty]

Gideon had to admit it, Naberius the Third was talented. 

‘Course, that was only if you considered ‘Being a Complete and Utter Dumbass’ a talent. Because, really, how else could he possibly think that challenging the Sixth was a good idea? After all, Camilla had just floored a Cohort cavelier after getting a free involuntary forearm piercing, and was still trying to convince her adept to let her fight. 

It was such a bad idea that even Gideon knew it. She’d crossed blades with Camilla once before, and once was plenty. The only thing dumber than challenging the Sixth House was underestimating them. Naberius was doing both, trying to take advantage of a wounded cavelier. It was, without question, a total dick move. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63944899

[iilines]

Listen, I am in a dilemma...

The problem is, too many ideas, but not in the right jars.