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  1. Public Bookmark 21

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    "Harrowhark, dear, we have got to get you laid."

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    After the worst breakup, Harrow is in desperate need of an outlet. Her annoying friend Dulcinea insists on trying an upscale escort service to work out the worst of her frustrations. She fails to mention that she's been hopelessly addicted to an anonymous woman with a voice like honey, who gives the best explicit ASMR.

    And then there's the security guard with the ridiculous hair.

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    30 Apr 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 72

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    "I do have a suggestion," John said, coming to take a seat beside her. She sat up and squared her shoulders. When John wanted to sit beside her, it usually meant the conversation coming next would leave her agitated and tired. "I think you need to produce an heir of your own."

    Kiriona stared. Seconds of silence passed by with only her wide eyes and John's impassive glance. Finally, she burst into raucous laughter, going so far as to slap her knee.

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    Gideon Nav's 57th escape attempt works, but she stumbles right into God. Divinity kind of sucks. At least John lets her pick her own wife.

    Harrowhark doesn't get a choice.

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    04 Mar 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 23

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    "The Houses have grown fat on the Cohort's efforts. They linger within the safety of Dominicus, entirely unaware of the sacrifices we make to protect them. The time has come to call upon their sons and daughters, to enlist their blood for the glory of the Emperor Undying."

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    What if you took the coffee shop AU River bubble but made it fucked up? The finest adepts of the Nine Houses face 'recruitment' into the Cohort, against their better judgment and their will. Harrowhark knows she's walking into the jaws of death, alongside seven others.

    This will not be gentle. Please read the tags and intro.

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    18 Feb 2026

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    “What’s with the sword theme?” She asks.
    “Aiglamene likes swords.” The walls of Scabbards are leaden with them, replicas of swords, pictures of swords, a suit of armor off in a corner holding–you guessed it–a sword.
    “So why not call the bar ‘Swords’?”
    “Well,” Gideon is only a little delighted that she’s asked this. “Imagine a sword is a dick, then a scabbard must be a–”
    “Ah.”
    “‘Pussys’ would be too on the nose for a lesbian bar, so Scabbards it is.” Gideon leans forward, hands on the counter and a conspiratorial tone in her voice. “You do know you’re in a lesbian bar, right?”
    “Yes, Griddle. I have eyes and critical thinking skills.” Harrow takes another too-big drink.
    “I didn’t know nuns went to lesbian bars.” Gideon says, to be a shit.

    Or: I was just gonna write a fun little thing about Gideon being a bartender and a drummer because I find both of those things attractive, and then 2k of tragic catholic guilt attached itself to Harrow like a revenant, so shit got angsty.
    There'll be porn in later chapters, I promise.

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    15 Feb 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 66

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    “Harrowhark,” says Father Gaius, rolling the sounds around his mouth with the air of an unintentionally patronizing uncle. “That’s quite a…vivid name.”

    “It reflects my late parents’ wish for me to free their community from the hell of Earthly temptation before the new millennium,” she explains in a deadened tone. If the pastor correctly hears free as a euphemism for lead in mass suicide, he gives no indication. “They believed my birth was prophesied.”

    “Now, that would have been an interesting tidbit to list in your qualifications.” He grins, brandishing her resumé; when the joke falls utterly flat, his grin falters into something more pathetic. “The charismatics do tend to get carried away, don’t they.”

    In the year 2000, Harrow gets a job at John Gaius's church, meets his handsome and pious daughter, and things go to Hell in a handbasket.

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    18 Jan 2026