#TLT Exchange 2023

[tlt-holiday-exchange]

ADDRESSING THE HOUSE OF THE TOMBMATES, ITS REVEREND ARTISTS, ITS REVEREND WRITERS, ITS REVEREND PODFICCERS

Nominations: October 1 - 15, 2023 11:59pm PST (Happening Now!)

Sign Ups: October 16 - 31, 2023 11:59pm PST

Assignments: first week in November

Works Due: December 30, 2023 11:59pm PST

Work Reveals: January 6, 2024 11:59pm PST

Creator Reveals: January 13, 2024 11:59pm PST

🎅 COLLECTION 💀 TAGSET ⚔ COMMUNITY ⚔ TUMBLR 💀 TWITTER 🎅

Salutations to the House of the Tombmates, and blessings upon its transformative works. Your celestial mods, the troublesome two, beg the House to honor your favorite book series, and humbly ask for the fruits of your creative labor.

For in need now is The Locked Tomb Holiday Exchange, the most blessed and beloved of the AO3 exchanges, the faithful and the everlasting! Your mods call now for postulants for the position of Participants, creators of the fanworks that serve your fannish kin for going on five years; ever since the release of that beloved book Gideon the Ninth. For though its fan creations are many, our appetite is as insatiable as the anger of the Beast of the Tomb herself!

To this end, we beg the creators: the fanfiction writers, the podficcers, the fanartists—to come forth and sign up for The Locked Tomb Holiday Exchange.

Many we hope will meditate and ascend to the honored position of giftee in the temple of the Archive of Our Own, many creators joined to their recipients in the most honored of all fannish traditions.

There is no dutiful gift so perfect, nor so lovely in our eyes.

🎅 COLLECTION 💀 TAGSET ⚔ COMMUNITY ⚔ TUMBLR 💀 TWITTER 🎅

[liesmyth]

Hi! I just wanted to say that as I've been clicking through reading all the tlt exchange fics, I've noticed almost every one have a comment from you! Thanks so much for taking the time to do that, firstly, and also: do you have any plans to put together a rec list for the exchange? I feel certain that I'm going to miss something amazing with the sheer number of fics that have been included!

Hi hi hi! As it happens I just made one yesterday, and I'll probably make a wrap post after authors are revealed to spotlight longest fics / most prolific treaters etc. that people might have overlooked with so much deliciousness revealing at once.

Also thank you! <3 I had a very slow monday + I'm a fast reader and very invested in this event so I'm having a blast reading through the collection. There's SO much stuff.

[obligatory link to the TLT ex 2023 collection!]

[youweremyridehome]

I RECEIVED A NEARLY 17K FIC 😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[theriverbeyond]

hi there! i hope this isn't too weird to ask, but i am an occasional lurker and your 'first house exchange for ants' page on ao3 is *magisterial.* (congrats on all of the horrible old people boning, also!) do you have any tips for someone who's never coordinated something like this before, but who is wanting to set up something even slightly so cool?

Hi! I'm so glad you are enjoying the fruits of the exchange! (link here for 18 works of fic and art centering around the first house)

I was actually not the one who set it up nor ran this exchange, but it is run basically like a secret santa (everyone is assigned a recipient and a gifter, and you try to keep it secret until author reveals). You can do this by hand matching your group of friends, or drawing out of a hat (if you are in person), or you can set it up on ao3 (tutorial linked here)!

Hope this helps :D

[missfangirll]

Made for TLT Exchange on AO3. There is definitely not enough KanSang content out there, so have my humble contribution 😁 Can be watched as Getting Together Fluff or Established Relationship Fluff, whatever you find more convincing 😁 Enjoy 🥰🥰

[tinypumpkinwrites]

When you get your assignment for the TLT holiday exchange...

[arithmonym]

the fic i received for the 2023 TLT holiday exchange is INCREDIBLE; i can’t recommend it highly enough!!! i asked for campalpyrrha that’s just as logistically and emotionally complicated as it is in nona the ninth, and my author delivered in SPADES.

come, dearest heart

rating: E | words: 20.1k | chapters: 1/1

summary:

In Canaan House, Palamedes Sextus unwillingly ascends to Lyctorhood in order to put an end to Cytherea the First's rampage. He's left heartbroken, grieving, and terribly, terribly lonely.

His mentor, Gideon the First, is hot and cold, switching moods on a dime, and the former Reverend Daughter has a seemingly permanent subdural hematoma. And then there's the blackouts. And the memory loss. And Harrowhark insisting that she's seen Camilla.

He wants desperately to believe her. He isn't sure if he can.

[celira]

TLT 2023 holiday exchange fics!

language of its own, or: Cam has to do an erotic poetry final (gift for Lilac_Jam @ AO3) rated T, Camilla/Palamedes, idiots to lovers, 5k words

Camilla has an academic conundrum. Palamedes has a slight crisis.

a fowl diversion, unnamed, or: that Untitled Goose Game crossover crackfic (gift for @themorikelife) rated T, gen with Gideon and Harrow, crack treated seriously, 2.2k words

It is another dark and dreary day on the Ninth, and you are a horrible goose.

per my last email, or: insufferable academic nerd email banter (treat for @junozeta) rated M, Cam/Pal, epistolary...sort of, 1.2k words

“Warden,” she said patiently, “you want me so badly it’s making you stupid."

lend me some sugar (i am your neighbor), or: the Juno Zeta seduction committee report (treat for @themorikelife) rated T, Juno/Pyrrha...sort of, crack treated seriously, 763 words

Notes from a daring Sixth House pilot program. The nerds are at it again.

whew.

this was my first time participating in @tlt-holiday-exchange (or any fandom exchange at all, for that matter), and it was an absolute blast. big thanks to @rnanqo and @themorikelife for organizing & masterminding such a fun event!

after agonizing over my main gift, i was also possessed during the last week before reveals, and wrote a pinch hit and two treats. whoops.

big h/t to @arithmonym for putting beta-reading shine on my main gift (language of its own)!

[camgoloud]

1, 10, 22 for the 2023 fic asks! :)

1. What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

hmm... nothing i posted this year is TOO adventurous really, but i did write blessed is that servant, my first ever fic to earn an M rating for (extremely extremely mild) sexual content so i guess that's something new! i don't expect to ever become a proper smut writer but i'd certainly go that far again if a story called for it :)

10. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

well... the Real answer to this question is probably one of the wips i spent a lot of time with this year but haven't gotten around to posting yet. but i'm going to remain tight-lipped about that one because i do still hope to finish it soon and publicly discussing wips is usually demotivating for me! of the published ones... well, blessed is that servant was a BLAST in its way, but in the interest of talking about at least one other fic in this post, i'm going to give to give this one to rest your head for just five minutes, which was my contribution to last year's TLT holiday exchange. exchange fics are always extra fun to work on in my opinion! there's nothing like the hope of making a giftee happy to keep me going :)

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene.

Sarpedon cannot pretend even to the face of God that he cares for those sheets—it shames him deeply to recall that first visit, before they’d kicked them down to the foot of the bed. He had felt the stiff, scratchy texture of them against his skin and been unable to stop himself from saying, concerned for God’s comfort: “But Lord, surely, these cannot be the finest sheets available aboard—they’re not even soft. Only say the word, and I will find a better—”  And God, smiling suddenly and broadly, interrupted him, saying, “Sometimes, Admiral, things that are expensive… are worse,” whereupon he had spent several moments snickering to himself. Sarpedon did not understand—the joke, if indeed it was one, had gone over his head entirely, though the sentiment rang true; he’s worked to keep enough nepotism babies with purchased commissions over the years alive in combat zones lest he receive strongly worded letters from the Houses upon their demises that he is well acquainted with the idea that the most effort-intensive soldiers to train are rarely the most effective ones at the completion of the task. Nevertheless. It brought him joy enough to see his God smile that he did not wish to break the spell by asking for an explanation; the moment had passed, and when Sarpedon slipped out into the hallway that night God’s expression was still mercifully blissful and untroubled.

(from blessed is that servant. i like this passage because i think it's a good showcase of everything i was trying to do with the fic re: taking humor (of course john quotes the freckle meme on a regular basis!) and mixing it in with some good old catholic phrases and imagery (only say the word...) and genuine emotion (poor sarpedon... he's trying so hard!) to ultimately, hopefully, present a version of john and sarpedon's love affair from sarpedon's hilariously tragic perspective that feels authentic and true to everything we love about this batshit series!)

(end-of-year writing asks here!)

[ailtrahq]

The world’s largest Cryptocurrency bitcoin (BTC) has registered a 2% jump in the last 24 hours with the BTC Price Trading at $26,332 and a Market cap of $512 billion. This is quite a breather as the asset continued to face massive selling pressure over the last few weeks. However, this Price jump could turn into a sell-the-rise opportunity as suggested by the surge in the exchange deposits. On-chain data provider Santiment reported that the exchange supply for bitcoin has reached a two-week high. Reportedly, over 5,000 Bitcoins worth a staggering $128.5 million have been sent to the exchanges over the last 24 hours. bitcoin has seen a modest 2% Price increase, reaching $26.3K once again after a week. It’s important to monitor the supply of BTC on exchanges, which has grown by 3.1% in the past two weeks. Traders seem to be driven by the desire to Secure modest profits, added Santiment. Courtesy: Santiment However, after the recent bounceback, $26,000 remains a key level to watch for investors. So far, the BTC Price has been forming a double-top pattern indicating further pain ahead. However, if the BTC Price manages to hold above the $26,000 mark, the double-top theory shall remain invalidated. If BTC?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#BTC holds ~$26,000 then the Double Top will simply NOT be validated Let's see how the Weekly Closes$BTC #Crypto bitcoin?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#bitcoin pic.twitter.com/5jsVQ8GLfr — Rekt Capital (@rektcapital) September 7, 2023 BTC Price Correction Possibility On the downside, the $25,500 remains as an important support level for bitcoin. bitcoin is exactly playing the textbook move that it does a few months before halving. Historically, August and September have been periods of major pain for bitcoin in the year before halving. Popular crypto analyst Stack Hodler explains: “We’re approaching the conclusion of a significant debt cycle, and governments will persist in devaluing currencies to meet their nominal debt obligations”. Assets with finite supplies that are immune to confiscation and devaluation will excel in the long term. For instance, consider #bitcoin, which has surged by +342% since the onset of the Covid fiat surge. On the contrary, assets susceptible to seizure and devaluation will fare poorly. Take sovereign debt as an example, with TLT down -43% since the Covid outbreak, the analyst added.

[tlt-holiday-exchange]

All assignments are in and the collection is expected to reveal on schedule, which is in less than 24 hours.

If you posted a WIP, make sure it's complete before the reveal time.

We love you :)

[liesmyth]

✨ 7 & 31 ✨

7. What's the story or fic that you're most excited to work on or share next year?

OH. I really want to finish the story I began for the TLT Bang that I got stuck on - I need to massively edit if I can pull off the horror vibes but I love what I had! I'm also really excited for some upcoming fic exchanges early in the years, especially Id Pro Quo, because the prompts are always so inspiring (I wrote multiple fics for it this year that were FUN, and also got excellent gifts, too.) AND there's a TL Roy/Jamie fic I haven't even started but I KNOW I want to write it (time loops) (sort of) (you will see)

31. What's a recurring theme that showed up in your works?

According to my AO3 tags "Power dynamics" (that tracks.) According to myself... I really like messy relationships! They're fun to write about! That holds across all fandoms <3

Also when I got into Ted Lasso I made it my mission to throw in Real Football Trivia into my fics for fun, because putting blorbos in semi-plausible situations is like half the appeal to me, so "long author's notes about association football details" has also been a constant for 2023 Elle.

[Fanfic Writer End of Year Ask Game - send me questions!]

[theriverbeyond]

In the ruins of a once-great city, Harrowhark Nonagesimus must pilot a 40 meter tall weapon in order to save humanity from monstrous Resurrection Beasts. She doesn't want to fight. She doesn't have a choice.

3k | Rated E (18+)

Have you ever wondered what it would be like if the Locked Tomb characters did NEON GENESIS EVANGELION? wonder no longer!!! Written for the 2023 TLT Holiday exchange, and featuring:

Harrow as SHINJI, Kiriona as REI, Ianthe as ASUKA, and John Gaius as GENDO

Harrow having mind shattering neural sex with her mech, ALECTO

GRIEF and ANGST and DEPRESSION

[missfangirll]

The Big Puppy and His Feisty Cat Liu Sang

Fandom: The Lost Tomb: Reunion Rating: General Relationship: Kan Jian/Liu Sang Tags: fluff, smut, meet-cute Words: 2683 Summary: When Kan Jian sees the pretty boy in the crowd, walking determinedly towards the parking lot, he forgets to breathe. Meet-cute with obstacles, so to say 😁

Read on AO3

- - - - -

For Reasons the incident with the little girl either happens before Liu Sang meets his escort or not at all, depending on how important you find that for character-building. Either way it didn’t fit in my timeline, so it had to go. Kan Jian is suitably impressed anyway. (Get it? Yeah, I’ll see myself out.) On that note: Timeline? What timeline? I tried, but eh. TLT chronology is a burning trash can lost cause anyway, so...

- - - - -

When Kan Jian sees the pretty boy in the crowd, walking determinedly towards the parking lot, he forgets to breathe. 

The pretty boy is wearing a sharp grey suit, even if a bit wrinkly from the train journey, a rather battered-looking black pack that doesn’t quite seem to match the rest of his outfit, and an equally battered metal suitcase. His hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail which flares in fiery red and gold when the sun catches on it as he walks. He is not so tall to tower over the other passengers surrounding him, but he walks with a detached air around him, an aloofness that is making him stand out regardless of height. 

Kan Jian catches himself staring and closes his mouth with an audible click, ignoring his burning ears and the questioning gazes from the side. Wu Erbai didn’t deem it necessary to inform Kan Jian who exactly he was picking up, so his sign – which he now feels rather silly for, he made an effort to use his best handwriting – only says “Expert”, not elaborating further on the nature of said expertise. In hindsight though, he could have known, if he had been paying attention, he realises later, but at the moment he is only able to gape wide-eyed at the slender figure weaving through the throng of people. 

“Wu Erbai sent you?”, the pretty boy says as he arrives, and it takes Kan Jian, still staring, a moment to nod and hop down from the car hood he has been perching on. The other visibly suppresses an eye-roll as he strides past them, tossing his pack carelessly to Da Cheng and leaving his suitcase in front of a baffled Kan Jian. 

The ride to Wu Erbai’s camp is uneventful, possibly due to the fact that Kan Jian is driving himself and has no brain power to spare to stare at the other, or run his mouth, and so it is up to Da Chen and A-Jiu to chat up their expert – Liu Sang, as he introduced himself reluctantly twenty three minutes into the trip. Kan Jian can’t blame him, if he’s honest – Da Cheng has a tendency to talk people into a migraine, and that says a lot, coming from his friend.

Anyway, Liu Sang looks rather relieved when Kan Jian finally turns the jeep from the paved road onto the sandy path leading to the camp, the first tents coming into view shortly after. After unloading their passenger and his luggage, the other two trail off towards the rest of their team, scattered around the beach trying to look busy, leaving Kan Jian alone with his thoughts. He didn’t expect someone like Liu Sang to join their operation, much less Wu Erbai specifically hiring him, but it does make sense when he thinks about it. They need to find the tomb entrance quickly after all, on a beach no less with no discernible features, so making use of someone with such unique skills is only pragmatic. And Wu Erbai is, Kan Jian muses as he locks the jeep behind himself and turns towards the tents, nothing if not a pragmatic man.

- - - - -

The second time that day Kan Jian sees the pretty boy, he startles so badly he almost drops the plate he is about to put away. Liu Sang weaves gracefully into the empty tent-turned-kitchen, letting the flap fall closed behind him. He has changed out of the suit, Kan Jian notices wistfully, and is now wearing standard dark green tomb raiding gear. It should not be possible to look that gorgeous in that kind of attire, Kan Jian thinks as the other stalks closer, the baggy shirt and pants still doing nothing to hide his slender frame. His hair looks more brown than golden now in the fluorescent lights, which is the last coherent thought Kan Jian has before the other has reached him, crowding him against the large table and kissing him determinedly. A hand comes up to grab the back of his neck, the other resting on his hip while Liu Sang presses closer, closer, until Kan Jian pulls back with a small laugh, brushing a strand of fiery hair back behind the other’s ear.

“I missed you too,” he says softly, still smiling, even as Liu Sang makes a low noise that sounds almost like a growl. Letting his head fall onto Kan Jian’s shoulder he mumbles, “It was torture. I didn’t know you would be the one picking me up, if I’d known I would have–”

Kan Jian interrupts him with a small peck to his forehead, which wrinkles adorably at that. “I didn’t know either,” he says. “I knew you were away on a job but I also could have...” He trails off, smiling wryly. “Anyway, when I saw you in that parking lot I was so surprised I didn’t know what to say, and with the other two there...”

“Yeah,” Liu Sang sighs, face still smushed into Kan Jian’s shoulder. “First it was awkward and then..”

“...it became more awkward,” Kan Jian finishes with a chuckle. Liu Sang snorts. “Yeah.”

He tightens his grip for a moment, then lets go entirely, taking a step back. “We can’t tell them,” he says finally, meeting Kan Jian’s gaze almost in a challenge.

“Who?”

“Wu Xie, my ouxiang, and..” A pause, then with a little curl to his upper lip, “Pangzi.”

“Oh.” Kan Jian nods slowly, then pauses. “Why?”

Liu Sang sighs. “Because they would... have opinions,” he says finally. “And I really don’t need to deal with more of Pangzi’s opinions.” 

Kan Jian shudders minutely, then nods. He remembers vividly being on the receiving end of Pangzi’s never-ending stream of commentary, and as much as he admires his laoban, a curious Wu Xie is a dangerous Wu Xie. And a bored and curious Wu Xie has a tendency to leave scorched earth in his wake, figuratively and literally. No, it really is better not to tell them, Kan Jian silently agrees.

“We won’t have to pretend for long anyway,” Liu Sang muses, “I’m only here to find that entrance, and maybe devise a map of the place.” He shrugs one shoulder. “Shouldn’t take too long.”

“Mhh,” Kan Jian agrees, and leans in to press a kiss to the other’s lips.

Maybe they really jinxed it that day, Kan Jian thinks later, when the Iron Triangle and their expert go missing, only to return Wu Xie style a few days later, in an explosion – singed and exhausted, smelling of smoke and a number of unspeakable tomb things, but largely unharmed.

That night they don’t talk much. Kan Jian too frantic, Liu Sang too tired to do more than curl up into each other on the uncomfortable camp bed in Kan Jian’s tent, potential witnesses be damned.

- - - - -

The next time Kan Jian sees Liu Sang, the latter is thrown out of a car, not a moving one at least, but still landing hard with his hands tied behind his back. Pangzi is with him, and it should be what has the team in a panicked frenzy, but then Wu Xie starts coughing and Liu Sang starts talking and after, nothing is the same again.

- - - - -

They are sitting together, on uncomfortable wooden chairs, pulled up from different rooms of the house, with Wu Erbai and Erjing, listening to the former roll out plans and schemes and orders, while the latter tries to be the voice of reason. Kan Jian doesn’t understand much, the only thought echoing in his head that his laoban is going to die, will die, is actively dying right now, hence Wu Erbai’s machinations. It is not that he was never worried for Wu Xie before, the man has an unhealthy habit of causing and ending up in all kinds of troubles, but in all of those he has had the rest of the Iron Triangle, Zhang Qiling and Wang Pangzi, equally determined to not let any harm come to their Tianzhen. But now is different. Now it is different, their enemy not tangible, only surfacing in Wu Xie’s shorter breaths and longer coughing fits, manifesting in the haunted look on Pangzi’s face and Zhang Qiling’s helpless silences.

It is not fair, Kan Jian thinks, and risks a glance at Liu Sang, when he catches the tail-end of Wu Erbai’s speech.

“...he won’t survive the week.”

And with that, it is too much. With a hitched sob, he buries his face in his hands, not able to suppress the tears anymore. A light touch to his shoulder startles him, but when he recognises Liu Sang in front of him, he hunches over again, burying his face in Liu Sang’s lap. If Wu Erbai has any thoughts about their sudden closeness, he doesn’t voice them, only clears his throat, then continues talking at Erjing. After a heartbeat, Kan Jian feels a familiar touch to the back of his neck, tentative at first, then more confident. Slowly, Liu Sang is stroking his neck, his hair, his shoulders, letting him cry without saying a word.

The bleak mood follows Kan Jian the whole day, looming over him like a particularly dark rain cloud, ready to open its flood gates and drown him. He is sitting on his creaky bed in one of the hotel’s smaller rooms, staring miserably at his feet, when the door opens silently. Liu Sang takes a step into the cramped room, closing the door behind him. After taking a look at Kan Jian’s sorry state he draws closer, lowering himself next to him on the bed, not without wincing slightly at the dust cloud that movement disturbs. 

“Hey.”

Kan Jian only nods. If he actually says something, he is sure he is going to cry, so he just sits there, staring at nothing in particular. Liu Sang bumps his shoulder lightly, then wraps an arm around Kan Jian’s back, pulling him closer. Kan Jian moves without protest, leaning his head against the other’s shoulder, hiding his face in the crook of Liu Sang’s neck. They sit like this for a while, not moving, only breathing deeply, and after a few minutes, Kan Jian can feel himself relax bit by bit, Liu Sang’s heartbeat a steady drum in his ear. 

“I’m sorry,” Liu Sang says quietly. It takes Kan Jian a moment to place the apology, realise that Liu Sang knew all along, but chose not to tell him. He sniffles, inhaling shakily.

“I..,” he begins, but has to clear his throat. Not looking at the other, he continues, “I think I understand why you didn’t say something. I mean, laoban didn’t even tell Pangzi, or his uncle, and he probably made you promise not to tell them either.” He pauses, waiting for Liu Sang’s nod. “I mean I get it, but still.. I wish.. I wish it wasn’t..” He trails off, feeling his throat close up. Liu Sang tightens his grip.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, then, after a pause, “I’m sorry for your laoban. I know he means a lot to you, and... yeah,” he finishes quietly.

Kan Jian only nods, burying his face deeper, inhaling Liu Sang’s scent of earth and cinnamon and wishes things were different.

- - - - -

Even though finding Thunder City in the end proves easier than finding Wu Xie’s Sanshu, it is not particularly uncomplicated, and when Kan Jian finally has Liu Sang for himself, after entirely too many weeks, he is past caring who else might see – or hear – them. It is dark anyway, most hotel guests asleep or on their way there, when he pulls the other into his empty room, kicking the door shut behind them. 

Liu Sang snorts a short laugh, which is swallowed by the hungry kiss Kan Jian presses to his mouth, weaving both hands in the other’s loose hair. They both desperately need a shower, but neither seems to particularly care, only pressing closer, grinding against each other. Grinning, Liu Sang takes a step back, then another, and another, until his back hits the wall. Wrapping his arms around Kan Jian’s neck he smiles up at him, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes. His hearing still isn’t back to normal, so Kan Jian doesn’t bother asking, instead grabs the other’s thighs, hoisting him up against the wall. Going by the noise Liu Sang makes as he crosses his legs behind his back, it was the right decision, Kan Jian thinks smugly, as he steals another kiss. 

“I love it when you do that,” Liu Sang says breathlessly, a bit too loud, but Kan Jian only grins. Crowding the other against the wall, he grinds his hips up as he slots their mouths together. Liu Sang isn’t weightless, but he has always been slender, even more so after days of excursion food, and Kan Jian’s short sleeves aren’t only for show. Biting back another laugh, Liu Sang tilts his head up, exposing his throat to Kan Jian’s teeth in an invitation. He takes it, trailing biting kisses down the other’s neck, freeing one arm to pull impatiently at the offending material to bite at a newly exposed collarbone. 

“Eager, aren’t we?”

Without an answer, Kan Jian repositions his hands on Liu Sang’s ass, pulling him closer, which elicits a wonderfully hoarse sound from the other. Fastening his grip around Kan Jian’s neck, Liu Sang begins moving his hips, slowly but insistently. Kan Jian takes a moment to drink him in – dishevelled hair and tomb grease and all, teeth worrying his bottom lip, trying not to make too much noise, eyes closed in bliss – and gives in. With a choked groan of his own he buries his face in Liu Sang’s shoulder, tightening the grip on his ass as he meets the other’s movements. They are both breathing faster, and Kan Jian spares a thought about the ridiculousness of coming in his pants like a teenager, when Liu Sang grips his hair with one hand, and that is what does him in. With a hoarse shout he tenses in the other’s grip, vaguely aware that Liu Sang’s legs tighten around him as well. 

As he becomes more aware of his surroundings again, they are still propped up against the wall, Liu Sang chuckling softly while caressing his hair. With a groan he takes a few steps back, still firmly gripping Liu Sang’s backside, and gingerly sits down on the bed. Moving his hands up to the other’s back, he envelops him in a tight hug, burying his face in his chest, tomb grime be damned. With a hum Liu Sang leans his cheek against Kan Jian’s hair, still caressing the back of his neck.  “I missed you,” Kan Jian says, knowing the other probably can’t understand him. Liu Sang hums in answer, slightly swaying from side to side.

After a while Liu Sang stirs. Pulling back a fraction, he enunciates slowly, “Shower,” and Kan Jian nods. Gliding gracefully from his lap, Liu Sang smiles at him, then pulls him to his feet. 

As he follows him to the tiny bathroom, Kan Jian watches the other rather gracelessly shed his pants, and can’t help but grin to himself. 

“I love you,” he says to Liu Sang’s back.

- - - - -

“Where is your boyfriend,” asks Wu Xie innocently the next morning over the rim of his teacup, and Kan Jian almost drops his bowl. 

“My... what?” He stares aghast at his laoban, who only grins mischievously.

“Your boyfriend,” he repeats slowly, a dangerous glint in his eyes accompanying the grin. “Lanky kid, good hearing. Liu Sang?” he adds, as if that had been the question.

Kan Jian, wisely, says nothing. 

Wu Xie’s grin grows impossibly wider. “Anyway, when you see him, tell him Xiaoge has a job for him.” 

“How... When?,” Kan Jian starts, but can’t seem to find words to follow these questions. 

Wu Xie chuckles. “Since when do I know?”

Kan Jian nods meekly.

“Hm, let me think.” Wu Xie makes a show of scratching an invisible beard. “Probably around your second date,” he shrugs, and Kan Jian, lastly, drops the bowl.

[tinypumpkinwrites]

Dear Creator ;)

Hello dear and precious exchange friend! First of all, really truly, have fun. I hope that my requests provide inspiration, so if you find yourself chasing your muse, don't worry if it's not hitting every random tag I threw in!

I am a filthy multishipper, so flex those fingers and gestures any way you want to throw them together. OF COURSE I love Griddlehark, who doesn't? But Ianthe and Harrow make such a GOOD bad romance, and Griddle/Harrow/Ianthe could be a delightfully hilarious polycule. Pyrrha is DADDY but can also have a little heartbreak, as a treat, if you want. Jodybeth can be explosive or established, or Corona can fuck Gideon to get back at Ianthe for going for Harrowhark.

For themes, I prefer fluff or action, less coming of age or whump this season and more horny women making bad decisions, but the stakes are either low or ridiculous.

As for explicit, I'm only interested in Chussyplay for crackfic, which is fine, because crackfic is hilarious. I am down for most pairings and positions as long as the writing is horny and done with one hand busy.

Do Not Want (DNW)

fatphobia, diet culture, feeding fetish

scatplay (pissplay ok)

animal death (this is not john wick)

Thank you again, I look forward to seeing your work!  

[arithmonym]

tlt holiday exchange

creators were revealed last night for the 2023 @tlt-holiday-exchange. i’m proud to say that i wrote three fics and recorded my first podfic!

you can find the full collection here.

gifts i wrote:

a grave, deep and narrow for @logicbutton

campal / rated T / 1.9k / podfic included

Only Lyctors were meant to leave the First House alive. Ianthe insists on bringing Coronabeth; Judith dies of her injuries. Camilla is stranded alone at Canaan House — alone, except for the persistent hallucinations of her necromancer.

threesome practice for sluggg

campal / rated M / 3k

When the invitation to the First House arrives, Camilla and Palamedes decide they want to practice the logistics of a threesome. Enter Maryam Alsaadis, their stand-in for Dulcie — and the first of the three to realize that Camilla and Palamedes’s pining is mutual. Luckily, she doesn’t mind helping them along.

post-resurrection blues for @kiaraalazulu

pre-slash gidianthe / rated T / 1.4k

Ianthe tethers Gideon’s soul to her corpse. Improbably, they cuddle.

gifts i received:

come, dearest heart by @patiencespardon

campalpyrrha / rated E / 20.1k

In Canaan House, Palamedes Sextus unwillingly ascends to Lyctorhood in order to put an end to Cytherea the First's rampage. He's left heartbroken, grieving, and terribly, terribly lonely.

His mentor, Gideon the First, is hot and cold, switching moods on a dime, and the former Reverend Daughter has a seemingly permanent subdural hematoma. And then there's the blackouts. And the memory loss. And Harrowhark insisting that she's seen Camilla.

He wants desperately to believe her. He isn't sure if he can.

The Sextus Scandal by sluggg

campal / rated E / 4.4k

Transcripts and documents relating to the disciplinary hearing and subsequent resignation of Master Warden Palamedes Sextus.