#terror fic

[sunlaire]

Love the idea of crozier getting promoted to captain and having a steward for the first time. And not liking the notion one bit. He's been mending his own uniform up til now. He's been dressing himself and getting his own food.. Why does he need a steward? Its extravagant is what it is. Unnecessary.

But then Jopson is there. Taking his coat when he retires to his cabin. Pouring his whiskey before he can even think to ask. Crozier is caught between annoyed and appreciative. If he were being very honest with himself, It's hard to muster up much annoyance toward the polite lad.

One afternoon, when they've just made it through a storm that's lasted a week, the seas are the calmest hes seen them since leaving port. Crozier is weather worn with muscles aching when he finally lets himself go below. And jopson is there, with a basin and razor.

"We might shave before the seas turns again, sir." He says, and crozier wants to argue the point. His tired mind casts around for the other stewards in the service. Had he ever heard of such a thing, a steward shaving their captain? He nearly dismisses jopson...but he's tired and his beard has grown longer than he'd like.

So he sits in a chair and resigns himself to being fussed over.

The boy is quiet and focused. His hands touching, moving, soothing over croziers face. With a sigh, he leans his head back and closes his eyes. Just for a bit, to rest his tired eyes a moment. A razor scraping in careful strokes along his cheek, his jaw. He tilts his head without thinking and feels the blade there at his neck, cutting away the stray hairs.

Time becomes warm and syrupy, Croziers mind tilting into the realm of sleep quite without his meaning to. It's nice. He can admit that to himself, here suspended between dreams and the waking world. A warm hand rests on the side of his neck, tilting and angling him with gentle nudges. Crozier hums when jopspn pets over his cheek, razor gone.

"Is it done?" His voice a croak and he clears his throat, blinking himself awake. The sunlight through the cabin windows shone orange and gold on the floorboards around them.

"Yes sir. Here, let me clean you, sir." And crozier should insist on doing at least this himself. But he doesn't want to protest. He lets the lad run a warm cloth over his face and down his neck.

"Are you feeling well, Jopson?" Crozier let's himself be moved beneath the wash cloth.

"Sir?"

"You look fevered." That pale face seemed to be colored with a flush. Had he been ill and Crozier hadn't noticed? The thought felt unacceptable to himself. He would not be the type of captain to demand service from those who were unwell.

"I am alright, sir. I promise you." He said the last part almost sternly to cut off any argument. Bold as that was, it made Crozier huff a laugh.

"Right. I wouldn't think to deprive you of your duties."

His steward nodded once, definitively.

"Quite right, sir."

#jopzier #the terror #this got longer than expected #but im in love with this premise #i read that thing about how it totally was not common practice for stewards to shave their captains #so jopson with just Like That #10/10 love him #🩷🩷🩷 #terror fic

[notkingyet2]

hey do you remember my Jopson/Tozer manifesto?

yeah, some kind soul made a fic of it.

#the terror fanfic #the terror fanfiction #thomas jopson #solomon tozer #jopzer #the terror #the terror amc #amc the terror #terror fic

[aquarelapixel]

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #tmnt #fanfic #save rottmnt #terror fic #Ambiguous/Open Ending #rise of tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[kapitanfreimann]

I've found this in my gallery today, and that's a collage to the great, tender and beautiful piece of fanfiction by @toooftenobsessed - Your Love Is Sunlight: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21448714

I adore the Franklin couple, and I really can't understand why the classical, legendary, both heartbreaking and heartwarming love story of Sir John and Lady Jane gets so little attention in the Terror fandom - just... guys, are you serious?

Please, whoever gets here by accident - find some time to enjoy a truly lovely short story by a talented author, the link is here 💕

#the terror amc #sir john franklin #ciaran hinds #lady jane franklin #greta scacchi #collage #aestethic #fanfiction #terror fic #this pairing is under-regarded

[stoneantler]

Does anyone remember the modern fitzier au where they're lesbians and the whole point of the fic is that francis is incredibly attracted to how much of a cunt James is? Like so fucking horny for terrible prissy James? Does anyone have this handy? I need it for reasons.

#the terror #terror fic #fitzier #im headed to the turnpike for another 200 miles #i hope someone has it by the time I get home

[andrea-lyn]

In the harsh Arctic with the ice closing in and no escape, Francis turns to an unlikely saviour who promises to give his men a new chance at life, for a price. With few other options, he opts to pay the cost and in exchange begins a life renewed by hope, promise, and even the potential for something more with Fitzjames.

I watched Terror and then I thought 'hey, let's add a genie and some reincarnation' and then this fic happened, so here we are.

#the terror #terror fic #fitzcrozier #genie au #reincarnation au #cyclical storytelling #temporary side character death

[boilyerheid]

hello just dropping in to day I think FTAGH and the whole strays verse is the best thing I've ever read and think you are incredibly talented <3

aw thank you so much! final chapter is coming soon... as is the four weddings and a funeral sequel

#my asks #terror fic #my shit

[gigi-sinclair]

I was rereading some of my Joplittle favourites and was sad to see @onstraysod deleted their AO3 account. Does anyone know if they orphaned their fics first? I looked, but couldn't see any. It would be a real loss to the fandom if they're gone.

Thanks!

#joplittle #terror fic #the terror

[marginaletchings]

Part 2: The (Upward) Slide (Read Part 1 Here) Fandom: AMC’s The Terror (S1) Warning(s): All warnings for watching the mini series apply to this.

Notes: Part 2 establishes that something is... off. (It also proves that I can’t remember if Erebus was closer to the hunting blind or not and no I will not check. Just let me have this.)

-

Harry found little useful to go on after speaking with Mr. Reid and Mr. Blanky, Ice Masters of Erebus and Terror respectively, except for one particular detail: The men of Terror hadn’t been hearing strange noises in the brief hours of low sun like the men aboard Erebus. Mr. Reid’s report, looked over by Mr. Blanky, confirmed that Mr. Reid had notated anomalies in the auditory behavior of the ice beneath Erebus, and Mr. Blanky had found no such instances under Terror.

Curious, Harry posited in his journal that the disturbances might be related to an animal--perhaps even a whale?--trapped underneath the ice, seeking the respite of air through the hole. He wondered, gruesome though the idea was, if the bodies of Sir John and Lady Silence’s father had attracted some forms of marine life. Regardless, his curiosity was piqued and he was keen to press forward.

Having received permission from Captain Fitzjames to do so, Harry decided to take his investigation a step further--while assisting Leftenant Vesconte and Mr. Collins with their routine scientific measurements out on the ice, he asked them if they might take the trek with him to the ice hole.

“--so that I might take several notes on my observations and have a better report for Mr. Reid,” he’d told them over the gathering, icy wind.

Mr. Collins seemed less than thrilled at the idea, but given that Harry had already cleared it with Fitzjames, Lt. Vesconte obliged.

They too had heard the odd noise now and then, and if it might help settle everyone’s nerves just to take a look around--weather permitting--there seemed to be little harm in indulging what Vesconte decided to call “scientific curiosities.” 

For the sake of their toes and noses they returned to Erebus to deposit their equipment and warm themselves, then took Private Pilkington as an escort--Mr. Collins stayed behind to attend to his other duties. That left just Pilkington, Vesconte, and Harry to make the clumsy trek over the ice and snow under a darkening sky, all the way to that dreaded ice hole.

Storm clouds threatened in the far distance at the horizon as the men set out from Erebus, which meant time was of the essence to return before being caught outside in the hostile elements.

‘Won’t you feel silly when this is nothing at all?’ the detached voice warned Harry. ‘Though, that would be much better than if it were something, and you’re putting these men’s lives in peril. What if that Beast returns?’

Clearly, Harry thought, the potential for that occurrence was exactly why Pilkington was there to escort them. 

Everything would be alright, he told himself.

It had to be. 

Rather than focus on his fears and doubts, Harry did his best to concentrate on staying mobile as the three of them scrambled over the glacial fissures and ridges. While they slipped and slid, Arctic twilight began silently descending over them, low rays of sun glinting off the gouging ridges and pillars ice and snow making the crystals around them shine like brilliant, glittering gems. The dimming light grew softer, shadows grew long, and deep orange, blue, and violet hues poured themselves over the frozen landscape like a luminous shroud. 

The world around them had shifted into a sea of heavy blue by the time the three men neared the ice hole. They took a brief pause to catch their breath amidst the last ridge of craggy glacial columns and lit their lanterns.

Gently, the quiet void of late Arctic evening began to settle around them and the lanterns bathed each man with their illuminating, orange glow.

“Looks like we made good time, lads,” Pilkington’s voice cut through the heavy serenity, “but I’m not keen on getting caught in whatever those clouds have in store for us.”

Harry nodded in turn, immediately rummaging for and retrieving a well-worn field notebook and pencil from his coat pocket. “I won’t be long, thank you Private, Leftenant.” And he could not be, lest his fingers, exposed tips peeking out from woolen gloves, became frostbitten in the falling temperature.

“Just do what you need to, Mr. Goodsir,” the Marine conceded, taking his rifle from his back to have it at the ready.

“O-of course. And--the both of you,” Harry looked between the two of them, “please tell me if you see anything... out of the ordinary...”

Another silence fell as Pilkington and Vesconte raised questioning eyebrows at the assistant surgeon. 

“What might you qualify as ‘out of the ordinary’, Mr. Goodsir?” Vesconte asked, somewhat bemused. Harry realized it was a fair question and saw Pilkington stifle a dry laugh out of the corner of his eye. (He chose not to dignify it with a response.)

“Ah, well... If you should hear any of the noises like what you’ve heard while on Erebus,” Harry clarified. “Just... eyes and ears open for anything at all, thank you.”

Harry made to push on but Pilkington piped up causing him to briefly pause. “Wait, wouldn’t the hole be closed over by now?” the man wondered.

“I should say it’s very likely,” Harry speculated in turn and Vesconte nodded in agreement. 

“Still,” Harry added, “This is such a foreign place to us. Who knows what we’ll find?” He smiled at the other two, who either could not or did not find any good reason to argue with such bushy-tailed optimism.

With that settled, they resumed their twilit journey onward through the glinting, frigid gloom to the hole carved deep in the ice.

Relative silence fell over the men again, only to be abruptly broken by a distant clap of thunder.

All three men flinched in surprise.

#amc terror #amc terror fic #terror fic #private pilkington #william pilkington #harry goodsir #henry goodsir #henry collins #james fitzjames #henry thomas vesconte #oh yes there's going to be a part 3

[margoleon]

“Fitzjames reigned over the room, the warm velvet of his voice threading stories and heroic deeds like the words of a spell while his audience listened enthralled, hanging to his every word.

It was then that Francis thought with absolute certainty that Fitzjames couldn’t be a human being.”

THE ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF MY OWN LANGUAGE FEST FIC.

#The Terror #James Fitzjames #Francis Crozier #Fitzier #terror fic #My fic

[fizzywrench]

OK I've been looking for 2 days it's time to ask for help -

:readmore:

I am looking for a fanfic of The Terror (2018) that I just cannot fucking find. The only thing I remember about it was Francis' opening narration about how "the theban bands of the infantry were all well and good, but in the navy they didn't have to be five feet from the man they were fucking at all times to be efficient in battle" and also something about how different captains had wildly differing standards of conduct on their ships and the strict ones tended not to last long, one in particular possibly being thrown overboard by his men.

If anyone has read a Terror fiction like this please link it below or send it to me, I would really like to read it again

#the terror #the terror fanfic #terror fanfic #fitzier #francis crozier #the terror 2018 #terror fic

[sunlaire]

Oh god, rec time. "Bloom" by mia_ugly (ao3) is an exceptional fic 😭😭😭 please read it if you can handle some heartbreak. It's a 17.5k hanahaki fitzier fic.

#im about to be so earnest right now #it hit every point so damn hard #it was a beautiful story #im so glad it exists #even if it hurt me #the terror #fitzier #terror fic

[notkingyet2]

A Treatise on Wondrous Phenomena.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Relationship: Harry D. S. Goodsir/Graham Gore

Summary: Mr Goodsir: [earnestly examines Lt Graham Gore as if he were a mollusc] Lt Graham Gore (to himself): This is great. I’m going to get a good grade in being a mollusc, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve,

Notes: Prompt: “GoodGore. Petplay. Gore is a mollusc.” Disclaimer: Author is not a marine biologist.

Additional Tags: molluscplay, Established Relationship, Canon Era, place this wherever you must on your own personal AU timeline to make it make sense

#the terror amc #amc the terror #harry goodsir #graham gore #terror fanfic #terror fic #the terror #Panic! At The Carnivale

[mswhich]

To the Ends of the Earth (The Terror, rated E)

Rating: E Category: M/M Relationship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames Archive warnings: Choose Not To Warn Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Fix-It Of Sorts, Ice, Intercrural Sex, Canon Divergence, Cornelius Hickey Is His Own Warning, Praise Kink

Summary:

Francis had come to James the evening of Sir John’s funeral, taken him aside privately, his breath laced with the cloying smell of rum. James had braced himself for a litany of his own failings, but instead, Francis had clapped him on the shoulder and looked him in the eye. “Fitzjames, I’ve not been a friend to you,” he’d said, “but I pray you will give me a second chance.”

James had nodded stiffly, hiding his surprise. He knew better than to trust a drunken profession such as this one; nonetheless, a tendril of hope sprouted deep within his heart.

--

A fix-it (of sorts) that explores the questions: What if Hickey was found out earlier on? And what if Francis Crozier's relationship with his second turned into something different, and more?

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40664415/

#fitzier #the terror #terror fic #francis crozier #james fitzjames #my fanfiction

[inspectorcunt]

If we get super thecnical about it the protagonist must die in every piece of writting or film since the word itself (protagonist) comes from the root

-prota- meaning first

-agón- meaning death (and meaby resurrection)

Now That we have set it clear I will like to make an exercise with you.

In wich part of the text do you find the term "etnic minority"?

#movies #terror fic #random #funny

[gwenjoon]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry D. S. Goodsir/Lady Silence | Silna, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames/Thomas Jopson, William Gibson/Cornelius Hickey Characters: Harry D. S. Goodsir, Lady Silence | Silna (The Terror), Francis Crozier, Cornelius Hickey, Original Female Character(s), Tuunbaq (The Terror) Additional Tags: Love Actually AU, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Infidelity, Divorce, Happy Ending, for everyone!, Romantic Comedy Summary:

It's at John Bridgens' wedding that Francis Crozier tells him: “If you ever want to get away, I have a cabin out in Canada. It helped me a bit to escape. After my separation.”

In which Harry Goodsir's wife is in love with his sister, and probably has been for some time now, and he very much would like to get away. But "away" comes with its own problems—namely in the form of a woman whose language he cannot speak and whose dog definitely wants to eat him.

for @miceofeuropa we have…..,.a COLIN FIRTH IN LOVE ACTUALLY AU!! Thank you for making my time in Terror Group Chat SO delightful ❤️

#my fics #silgood #terror fic