#god i still love fitzconte

[calamitys-child]

hi drunk aidan, im obsessed with ur headcanons, pls tell me more about crozier and james dear. ALSO in your opinion what would be the best/funniest/most cursed terror + black sails dynamic

Oh man idk if you're James Fitzjamesing or Clark Rossing but rest assured I think constantly about both:

JCR and Francis met in their early 20s and fell for each other in that way everyone falls for their first gay partner; hard, fast, a near-inevitable breakup, remaining solid friends for the rest of their lives. They were a right mess on their first ship together (my brain is saying Clio but I'm p sure that's fitzconte's first ship? Truly I cannae remember right now), always getting on at one another until Ross finally decided he knew how to shut Francis up, and then later Francis saw Ross in his dress and snogged him silly in full view of the Entire crew, who cheered them both on. Bicon Francis Crozier also had a crush on Ann when she and Ross were corresponding regularly, and she also often asked him his opinion or instructed him to keep an eye on Ross for her; he knows, now, after some deliberation and more'n a few bottles, that he wasn't best meant for either of them, but they're his first and truest friends

As for James Fitzjames? GOD do I have thoughts on James Fitzjames. In love with Crozier from reputation and daguerreotype alone, sorely stung by the treatment he receives as Crozier is drunk, he gradually realises both of those men to be a fiction. Course, he loves both still - loves the reputation of him, a man who praises James yet keeps him in his place and trusts him as a second, and even in all their drunken arguments on his worse days Fitzjames loves him still for the sting of his fist, the one man unconcerned enough to tell him what he's really worth - but both pale in comparison to the Francis he meets the dawn of first sunrise, and says a bitter farewell to at the setting. He goes to him intending to give a report on the ship's business he's missed; ends up crying, sobbing into his own arms while Francis awkwardly pats his knee, or his shoulder.

From then on it's stolen moments, the odd brush of hands, giving way to sharing a bed for warmth, giving way to wiping the tears from James' face as he begs to be worth something, anything at all. He wants to kiss Francis, that day. Wants Francis to kiss him.

Despite it all, James denies until his dying breath the depth of what he wishes to say.

When he comes to, aboard Investigator, or Enterprise, he sees Francis and is too overcome to speak. The fresh imposition of those British laws so long left behind hurts him even fiercer than before, the barbed wire cage about his heart a harsher sting than ever having since tasted freedom. He can move his hands, now, but still does not know the texture of Francis' hair.

They room together half by necessity and half on admiral's orders, James tells himself every night in his prayers. Two weeks later Francis comes gentle to his bed, his kiss salt-wet with weeping. James tastes the ocean on his lips and thanks god he is a liar

...

Also funniest is Hickey/Billy just because I'm obsessed with the concept of hickey trying to manipulate Loyal, Logical, Rational, AroAce Billy. Best dynamic however is Miranda & Fitzjames. Genderqueer bisexual polyam rights in this house!

#this got rambly and poetical!!! im sorry but not necessarily apologetic i do tend to the pretentious wgen writing #i hope u enjoy i had a Lot of fun w this just rambling away #the terror #rossier #Fitzier

[caravaggiosbrushes]

"i didn't think you were into that." + Fitzconte please 🙏

In canon fitzconte for you 💜 thank you for all the great prompts!

It happens by chance: Dundy comes back to their little shared room with a huge grin on his face and a mysterious package in his hands.

“What’s that?” James asks as soon as he spots it. It looks like a rectangular-shaped box, covered in brown fabric, held in place by a piece of string set with a little bow.

“What’s what?” Dundy asks back, faking ignorance so obviously it makes James chuckle fondly.

“Is it a gift for me?” He asks, batting his eyelashes.

“Absolutely not.” Dundy says, putting it down on the table, but keeping an eye on it, making sure James doesn’t get close to it. “Why on Earth would it be a gift for you?”

“Oh, no reason.” He says, casually, “maybe because for the entire time we’ve been here you’ve always brought something back for me,” he says, “Because you love me.”

“I do love you, my dear,” Dundy leaves a kiss on his nose, “But this time is different.”

“How so?”

“This time,” Dundy says, “It’s something for me.”

James pushes himself up to stand, suddenly more interested.

“What do you mean?”

In answer, Dundy takes the package and hands it to him.

“Take a look.”

James wastes no time: he unwraps the string in one motion and the fabric unfolds itself in his hands, revealing an unassuming little box. He glances at Dundy, who simply nods for him to proceed.

Inside, there are a few ribbons of red fabric that very well looks like silk. They’re soft to the touch and very nice, but James doesn't exactly understand how this could be a gift for Dundy, or why the man got them.

“What did you get these for?” He asks, delicately fingering one of the strips of fabric.

Dundy comes closer, unfolds one of the ribbons in his hands, wraps it around his fingers, and says: “So you can tie me up and have fun with me.”

James swallows, feeling himself flush both because he hasn’t thought about it and because of the image that blooms behind his eyelids.

He takes the strip of fabric from Dundy’s hands and wraps it around his wrist, “I didn’t think you were into that.”

“Me neither,” Dundy says, voice low, “Not until I saw them and asked what they were for.”

There’s a faint blush on his cheekbones and James knows it’s not because of the hot weather.

“It’s a shame,” he says, keeping eye contact with Dundy, “that this bed has no headboard.”

Dundy’s breath hitches, “Why?”

James grins and places his lips against his ear as he tightens his grip on the ribbon and whispers: “Because I would have loved to tie your wrists to it.”

Dundy kisses him on the cheek and on his lips, smiling, “I love how you’re always on board with my ideas.”

“How could I not,” he kisses him back, “When being with you is so fun all the time.”

This time, Dundy kisses him hard, smiling all the while.

James leads them toward the bed and they tumble on it together, the box of ribbons still in between them.

"Steady now." James murmurs on his lips, before taking both of Dundy's wrists in his hands, "Tell me if I hurt you."

"Go on." He smiles encouragingly.

James kisses the insides on both wrists, then wraps one of the ribbons around them, tying them to one another, and sets it with one of his best knots.

"How do you feel it?"

He tries to force his hands away from one another, but nothing happens. "'s good." He says, smiling excitedly.

"Like you." James bends down and kisses him languidly, pushing his tongue deep into his mouth. Dundy instinctively tries to put his arms around him and groans in frustration and excitement when he can't do that, letting his arms fall over his head.

"Should I tie your ankles together too?" James murmurs on his lips.

"Maybe next time," He says, "This is already nice enough for now."

"It is." He kisses his way down Dundy's neck, sucking a mark on his skin. "God, there are so many things we could do with these."

"Like what?" He sounds a bit breathless already.

James doesn't even open Dundy’s shirt, but pushes it up on his chest and over his head, leaving it on his joined wrists.

"Like," he casually brushes a hand over Dundy's half hard prick, "wrapping one of these around your cock—"

"What the fuck, James," he moans, completely caught off guard, "Yes."

"Yes?" He smiles widely, taking a ribbon from the box and leaving one of its ends brushing against Dundy's stomach. He tenses and trembles underneath the feathery touch.

"I was just noticing how soft they are," James goes on, caressing his skin with the ribbon, "You always choose the nicest things."

"Only the best for us." He says, sounding breathless.

"Indeed," James opens up his pants and pushes them down, taking them off him, "they're very long too. I could wrap them around your thighs, so you'd feel them at every movement."

"I regret asking what you would do," Dundy groans, trying (and failing) to hide his face, "Just come here and do it."

His prick is definitely hard in his undergarments now, so James gently presses his palm to it and Dundy jerks his hips up, rubbing himself against it, once, twice. James keeps his hand perfectly still.

"James." Dundy falls back on the bed, "Come on, man."

He moves his hand away and sits in his lap, straddling him. The way Dundy tilts his face up, parting his lips, ready to be kissed, is most alluring. But James doesn’t kiss him.

Instead, he brings a hand in his own pants and strokes himself a couple of times, while looking at him.

"Stop that, not like that," Dundy protests, "Not if I can't see you."

James slowly stops and takes Dundy’s remaining clothes away at last, leaving him naked while he’s still in his shirtsleeves and pants. He doesn’t plan to change that for the moment.

“If we try this,” James says, loosely wrapping the ribbon he was playing with, around Dundy’s hard prick, “You’ll have to tell me if I hurt you.”

“Promise, I promise,” he urgently says, trying to push his hips up, “Just don’t make it tight and it’ll be alright.”

James nods and does just that. He leaves it loose and doesn’t make a knot to it like the one on his wrists, because he’s not sure he won’t hurt him like that, and because the way Dundy arches on the bed, pushing into his hands, with his prick wrapped in silk, is already everything he was envisioning.

A shiver goes through Dundy’s body when James wraps his fingers around him, with the ribbon in between them. Their skin is so warm that the silky fabric feels fresh to the touch, creating a wonderful contrast.

“How does it feel?”

“Mmh.” Dundy moans in answer, “Nice,” and then, “you should put your mouth on me too.”

James’ blood boils in his veins at the thought, but he forces himself to play along, to make him suffer a bit more.

“You’re not the one giving orders now, my dear.”

He strokes him slowly, loving how Dundy’s every muscle tenses up when he pulls the foreskin down and the ribbon brushes on him. Dundy hides his face against his bicep and breathes heavily.

He’s so handsome like this, spread out on the bed for him, his prick red with blood, the tip shining with the first drops of fluid. James is unable to look away as he gently presses the ribbon on it, watching as it becomes darker, wet.

“James.”

He answers in a grunt, his mind fixed on the warmth of his skin, how hard and soft Dundy and the fabric feel under his hand.

“Please, your mouth,” Dundy pants, “Just— I need it, it will feel so good, I know it will—”

His next moan is such a loud one that James has to reach up and shush him with his hand, as he starts sucking at his prick.

Dundy spreads his legs open for him and James dives down on him, leaving the ribbon to pool at the base of his cock, taking all he can of it into his mouth.

For a long time, James has been self-conscious of how much he enjoys doing this, because none of his previous lovers (can he even call them like that?) seemed to like it; they did it for him, yes, but there’s a difference between doing something as a favour for someone and doing something for someone while enjoying it just as much. It made James feel like a selfish bastard, once it was finished.

Then he met Dundy, and the first time this happened, the man -still a boy then, just like James,- almost begged him to let him do that.

Maybe I’m not the wrong one, James thought, if there is someone else like me.

So now he doesn’t try to hide how much he likes this, has no reason to shush his own moans, or avoid stroking himself because he’s hard as a rock with Dundy in his mouth, and if he finishes in his pants even before him, well, there’s nothing shameful in that.

(On the contrary, Dundy goes crazy when it happens and they often end up reaching their peaks again, sucking at each other’s tongues as if to clean every remaining drop of seed from their lover’s lips.)

“James,” Dundy pants, “I’m— come here, finish with me.”

James groans and pushes himself away from his prick. He hastily undo and pushes his pants and undergarments down, then lays on Dundy with his entire body, both of them moaning brokenly in each other’s mouth at so much contact.

James spits on his hand and gets it between them, taking both of them in hand.

“Christ—”

“Perfect.” Dundy whispers, wrapping his legs around him.

They finish like this, moaning in each other’s mouth, the ribbon forgotten on Dundy’s groin, now stained with both their releases.

( send me a prompt and I’ll write you a short fic! )

#ask #my writing #jurian is a cinnamon roll #fitzconte #the terror #james fitzjames #henry le vesconte

[henrylevesconte]

"are you trying to give me a heart attack" for fitzconte

yeahhhh boooiiii. My favorite rarepair 

send me a hurt prompt and a pairing and I’ll make something sappy/sad

Fitzconte (James Fitzjames/Henry T.D Le Vesconte), some pre-terror history with mild depictions of gore

Henry T.D Le Vesconte rushed to the side of his best friend.Doctor Stephen Stanley had long since finished operating on him, telling theLieutenant with a grim yet annoyed look that the man in question would surviveand may wake over the course of the evening.

Henry practically ran to him oncedismissed from his station. He had watched in horror a single shot rang out andJames Fitzjames crumpled before him like a piece of human parchment. He managedto take a single step before falling hard on the earthen floor. Truth be told,Henry did not know if James was going to live.

Clearly panicked, the silver haired man pushed his waythrough tents filled with the wounded and dying, causalities of another one ofEngland’s senseless wars. Henry was focused, heart pounding in his chest andanxiety on high as he scanned the crowd for his beloved’s face. God what if I’m too late? Wracked withconcern, he truly feared the worst had become of the invincible James. But afamiliar, yet dirty mop of chestnut curls proved otherwise.

“James? James, monamore?” Henry sunk to the floor besides the cot containing his friend.James opened his eyes upon hearing his companion speak, a pained yet classicsmirk on his chapped and blooded lips. The worst had yet to come but for now hewas conscious and alert. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Henrycouldn’t help himself, no longer fighting back tears of dread but now ofrelief.

“I’m not quite deceased, moncher.” James managed to croak out, voice hoarse from the operation. Heweakly reached out to Henry with his good arm, for his left had been bandagedand placed in a sling around his neck. The Frenchmen happily took it, pressingkisses to dirty and bloodied knuckles. He looked upon James as if he had neverloved any one more in his entire life.

“Never do this to me again! I don’t think my heart couldtake it.” He playfully chided him, while the injured man laughed which quicklyturned into seething from the vibration against his tender wounds. His Jameswas a wild one, he would dive into oceans and cross over mountains, fight off banditsand evade capture by thugs, all for the recognition he thought he deserved. Itall came at a great cost to his health. Henry mentally counted the injuries andnear-death experiences they collected between them all before their thirties.

“I cannot make any promises but God himself will have totake me from you.” He grimaced, overexerting what little energy he had beforethe removal of the ball his spine. Henry gently shushed him, shaking his headat Fitzjames.  

“Please rest, I will be here to watch over you. And I willfight death off if I must,” He wiped his eyes on his stained uniform jacketbefore moving closely to press a kiss on his lover’s forehead.  “Jet'aime plus que tu ne le sauras jamais.”The injured man did not have the energy to protest, instead opting to shake his head and close his wearybloodshot eyes. He allowed himself to rest with the comfort of Vesconte besidehim for now.

Even with moreholes added to his body, Henry knew he could not slow his friend down from thepath he was on. A bullet would temporarily inconvenience him and before he knewit, James would be marching towards his next adventure, beckoning Henry to joinhim wherever he desired. He had no qualms where they went or what they did solong as he was there to protect the adventurer from an early demise.

He had followed him across the globe already, for five yearsthey had been companions, growing from fresh friends to lovers. In the blink ofan eye James Fitzjames went from a budding young officer to the love of hislife. In that moment, Henry sat in the dirt besides the cot in the middle ofChina and battle still blazing off in the distance but nothing else matteredexcept for the steady rise and fall of the injured man’s chest and the raspingof his breath. For now, he was safe under his watchful eye, as he made a silentpromise to himself to never let Fitzjames this close to death ever again.  

*i love you more than you will ever know

#the terror #the terror amc #james fitzjames #henry t.d le vesconte #james fitzjames/henry t.d le vesconte #fitzconte #stephen stanley #I write sins and tragedies #thanks bby

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2020 fanfics in review

I was tagged (84 years ago) by @veganthranduil and @fighting-naturalist whose writings I both LOVE a lot lot, so thank you!

fics written this year:

(writing this i noticed my 2020′s fics tell a lot about my life during this year, wow)

-Time has brought your heart to me. (4 volte in cui non sono riusciti a restare insieme; 1 volta in cui ce l’hanno fatta), published in March - okay this is crazy because back at the beginning of this year I was still writing exclusively in Italian. And I was only writing gradence. I’m pretty proud of this one still, it’s been commissioned by a dear artist I love, she asked for a Soulmate and reincarnation AU and I went wild with it (it’s almost 25k oh god)

- bridge pose,  5th June - MY FIRST FITZIER!!!! Kicking in with a modern AU, short and silly, with smitten Francis and kinda genderqeer james. Aka what still is my brand today lol

- THE TERROR TWITTER AU (or: The Idiot I Work With.),  21st July - I love this one so much. It’s literally a text fic. Fitzier once again, but with LOTS of characters. I had so much fun writing this and I still have my friends’ texts saved while they were reading it bc they’re hilarious 

- “it’s actually cake.” - fitzier written for the first fandom even i ever took part in! & for JFJ’s bday. I still like it very much.

- And the days will become endless and never, and never turn to night - fitzier, published the first day of August. This is one of my favourite fics I’ve written this year, because I wrote it trying to deal with what was happening to me. I lost my hearing on my left ear in July, all of a sudden, a few days after I’ve been told I would have had to have a head surgery. I’ve never felt as bad as this year, this summer especially, and writing usually helps me understanding what’s happening to me, so I wrote this. 12 days after this, I was rushed at the hospital, bc my situation was critical. I remember reading people’s comments on this fic during my first days there :’)

- meriggiar pallido e assorto, fitzier again for another fandom event. I wrote this when I got home from the hospital, bc I missed feeling “normal”, having normal worries. & I mostly wrote this bc I found out JFJ spoke a little bit of italian. That’s it.

- found a place to rest my head (never let me go, never let me go) .- fitzier, still for the Terror_exe fandom event. My first explicit smut!! A success, I still love this very much. FINGERS SUCKING [ elmo gif ]

- beauty is truth, truth beauty - fitzier, and my first time exploring James’ gender identity! Also my first dress fic! Love this very very much. Great smut too, you go, past!me.

- SWIPE RIGHT (or: THE TINDER AU) - this is: a fitzier & my longest fic ever & the fic i’m most proud of this year! & my Fitzier Exchange fic! I’ve loved writing it, I had so much fun and I fell in love with this AU in the process. I have a following part in my WIPs!!

- dannate cose che mi piacciono (fai di me quel che vuoi, fallo davvero) - MY FIRST FITZCONTE!! I wrote it for a tumblr ask and loved it. I have big plans for more fitzcontes eheh

- tumblr terror ficlets collection ♡ - fitzier, fitzconte and one (1) joplittle (for now). 13 short fics for now, I’m loving writing them so thank you if you’ve ever asked for a fic!

what’s coming in 2021:

Ok I have too many WIPs but what I want to write for sure is: - I want to take part in the Big Bang!!! With a fitzier, and I have a couple of ideas for that - filling all the other prompts I have here (a joplittle and a few fitzier) - finish my Bingo card! - write part 2 of the Tinder AU - take part in the rare pair week!!! I have one idea i will do for sure, and then a couple of other ideas (gore/jfj or dundy/gore idk) - and in general: keep on writing fitzier, write more fitzconte! 

how you grew as a writer this year:

- Man, I started writing in English!!! Which is such a huge deal to me and I’m endlessly proud of it, even with all my typos and mistakes.  - I think this is the year I wrote and published more fics, ever. And I’m proud of every single one of them - I took part in fandom exchanges and challenges which? is something I’ve always admired and seen in other fandoms, but never in mine before now, and I was SO JEALOUS because I wanted to do it too! and now i can! I love you @ people in the terror fandom who set up these events.

most surprising fic you wrote this year:

It’s probably And the days will become endless and never, and never turn to night, because I never write angst for angst’s sake. I never even read it, because I feel too bad lol. But I needed this.

takeaways from reflecting on your kick-ass writing, or kick-ass lack of writing, during a year more focused on survival than perhaps any other:

I’m just so happy of what I’ve done, BUT I’m also incredibly happy to be in a fandom where everyone is so active and encouraging with each other- it really pushed me to write more and more. emotional moment here.

probably everyone has already been tagged at this point, but just in case I tag @i-am-a-hog and @tombowline!

#my writing #fanfics #tagged #boi i wrote so much this year im so happy