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[fic rec] "violet"
Nov. 4th, 2019 01:15 amviolets (1227 words) by decalexas
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Gideon the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Harrowhark Nonagesimus/Ianthe Tridentarius
Characters: Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Ianthe Tridentarius, Gideon Nav (Mentioned)
Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Porn, Biting, Masturbation, Toxic Relationship, with a taste of your lips i'm on a ride
Summary:She doesn’t look, but she can feel them at even the slightest touch. The bites. The bruises. They haven’t fully formed yet, but when they do they will be purple, an ugly, mean purple far darker than Ianthe’s eyes.
Harrow aches.
Gideon The Ninth is almost exactly as silly as it says on the tin: lesbian space necromancers. Worldbuilding is there but minimal; mostly it's just two mortal enemies ragging on each other into affection. It is a delight.
This fic is not that; this fic is all of brutality and viciousness of the canon rendered without the gloss of banter. This is somebody in crisis who is fucking instead of dealing with that crisis. I LOVE IT. I think it works even without canon background, and isn't spoilery really at all. It's very good!!! I mean, seriously, just read this line --
Sometimes she pretends it’s Gideon—throws her head back and screws her eyes up and lets Ianthe’s cruel, colorless little mouth with her sharp little teeth worry at her neck while Harrow pretends it’s Gideon who has her up against a wall or pinned on a bed.
