#the terror fic

[nigesakis]

Fitzier western/priest AU...

James feeling out of place and like he doesnt belong, so he turns towards the church hoping to find a place for himself. Becoming a priest means people will turn to him for advice and reassurance, he'll be able to tell stories and bring comfort to people, he'll have the attention as he'll feel good about himself, he'll get to wear beautiful garments and he'll be part of a community. Add religious guilt and feeling fraudulent to the mix. He'll have everything but still be lonely, because its not real, its a performance and God sees

He probably became main priest of the church because the former one died/retired and Franklin/Barrrow helped him get the position

and (cowboy) Francis, who tags along with the Franklins and Sophia for a sunday service and sees right through him. Franklin introducing them after or at a community gathering. For some reason Francis is intrigued, wants to see how far/how deep the acting of James goes. confessional booth scene

#the terror #nigesakis' fitzier aus #the terror amc #terrorposting #fitzier #james fitzjames #francis crozier #jfj #fitzcro #fic #fanfic #au #alternate universe #priest au #headcanon #hc #sir john franklin #lady jane franklin #sophia cracroft #the terror fic #n #text post #nickftxt

[boilyerheid]

fic: Stich and Bitch

Tommy Armitage is in love with a Marine.

It's doing Jopson's head in.

The stewards' bi-weekly mending meet-ups (the Stitch and Bitch, as Captain Crozier affectionately refers to it when he wants to wind Thomas up) are invaluable to keeping the ship running. Rather than simply an excuse to share gossip, they're an essential opportunity to discuss the moods of various officers, work out how to best address petty issues between the men without involving command, and keep tabs on how well things are generally keeping together aboard Terror.

And share gossip, of course, that is still part of it. And a large aspect of that is dealing with the various romantic entanglements aboard - because Articles or no, if you stick fifty men in a box without access to the outside world for years at a time, some of them are going to fall in (and out of) love with each other. 

And therein lies chaos.

STITCH AND BITCH

#the terror #the terror fic #joplittle #armitozer #hickeygibson #thomas jopson #billy gibson #tommy armitage #solomon tozer #edward little #canon era #please enjoy this is very silly #and jopson is still a huge bitch that's how I like him

[workingclassvillian]

the same hunger by Hypallepse is SO. FUCKING. GOOD. probably the best fic i read so far. true fucking masterpiece. the ending blow my poor little head clean off. now 1:32am i'm screaming into my pillow: how the fuck you so talented! please can you share me some pleassssssssssss

#the terror fic #the terror #cornelius hickey #thomas jopson #solomon tozer

[jamesclarkross]

Walking upon the Roads, Crozier found, was like exerting oneself with a single step and like traveling for miles without breaking a sweat. He had the impression that these roads were not meant to be mapped or recorded or that any substantial amount of time be spent upon them at all. They were a system made under the direction of the Raven King and it was for his purposes (and for his subjects’ purposes, Blanky once added with a hint of pride) that they were built; he needed no chart of them because he knew where each door led without one.

But where did that leave Crozier, and where did it leave Fitzjames, who did not know his way around here any better than Crozier did (and in fact did not know his way around at all) and who might have been here for hours now? Had he left the Roads yet– picked a door and gone through it if only for a second to see what was on the other side of it? Or was he still here, wandering with the vague hope of being pulled in some direction by the feeling of purpose?

The Greenwich Magicians, or Sir John's Death & What Followed Thereafter by bastaerd @edward-little

Our @theterrorbigbang collab is here!

Read on AO3 here

#theterrorbigbang #fitzier #fitzier fic #the terror fic

[jurassic-cunt]

terror fic rec! solomon tozer POV ft. spitroast

what comes naturally by attheborder (@areyougonnabe)

#the terror fic #tozer/little/jopson #i just needed to read about tozer having a good time #just rewatched the carnivale ep and always so sad to watch tozer cry over his friend #jurassic-cunt

[oughtnots]

There were a few things James knew to be true: he had been dead, and now he was alive. Then there were the things of which he was not certain: were there others afflicted by his condition?

please check out my 2023 reverse bang fic, "Bones in the Ocean", with awesome art included by @vandrawsing! the fic is fitzconte, about 11k, and finished <3 take a look if you are interested!

#the terror #the terror reverse bang 2023 #fitzconte #james fitzjames #henry t d le vesconte #dundy #the terror amc #the terror fic #my writing

[toomanyassassins]

"You're never coming back from this, you know."

James Fitzjames is part of a group of scientists travelling across King William Island in 2005, when a hailstorm and a mysterious bear drive him to a mound of piled stones - a lonely cairn abandoned by civilization and time. All it takes is one touch, and the stones send him backwards into history: all the way to the lost Franklin expedition, where everyone has mistaken him for another Fitzjames, and a surly Captain Crozier refuses to help James in his new-found role as the mens' only hope for survival.

Read on AO3 by knockout_mouse

#james fitzjames #the terror #the terror amc #the terror fanfic #the terror fic #fitzier #franklin expedition #francis crozier

[edward-little]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Edward Little/Solomon Tozer, solomon tozer/caroline tozer, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Solomon Tozer, Edward Little (1811-c.1848), caroline tozer, Thomas Armitage, Minor Characters Additional Tags: alternate universe- brokeback mountain, Alternate Universe - 1960s, Western, furthering my 'take nedward & make him a wyomingite' agenda, Period-Typical Homophobia, homophobic violence mentioned, References to Illness, Angst, Angst and Tragedy, light on the comfort heavy on the hurt, Grief/Mourning, Cheating, Tozer-centric, Minor Thomas Armitage/Solomon Tozer, past solomon tozer/william heather - Freeform Summary:

Solomon’s fifth year on the mountain brought with it a sweltering summer that came on the legs of a chilly spring. The last dregs of winter clung until the end of May, at which point your wardrobe from yesterday would cook you in your own skin tomorrow. In the motel room where he had spent the night waiting for Tommy to show up Solomon dressed in his jeans and flannel and rolled his singular set of long johns in the military fashion; pulled his boots on; shot a glance to the door that sat crookedly on its hinges. Still no Tommy and he was beginning to wonder whether he was going to meet him there or if he was going to show at all.

#edward little #solomon tozer #little x tozer #solittle #lozer #the terror fic #the terror amc #honestly what the Fuck is the consensus on the ship name for these two.

[thinkatoryprocess]

"guilt, joy, and arctic flowers," Goodsir/Silna, rated E. AU.

Goodsir is not abducted by the mutineers, and Lady Silence comes to him at his time of greatest moral need. "You put yourself in grave danger coming here now," he whispers then, and finds himself seeking her hand carefully. "You must go. Know that my Captain – Aglooka – he's attempting to strike a deal with the mutineers even now. We are trying." She looks down at where he holds her hand, and he drops it abruptly, a burst of heat breaking through him. "You must go," he repeats, with more urgency, and steps away from her. "Please. Please, I don't know how much longer we have until you're seen, or it's noticed I'm gone." It takes a moment, but Silna holds his gaze, that fierce, glacier-solid look behind her eyes. "You need to go," he pleads, frustrated with his own weakness. "Why won't you go?"

#the terror amc #the terror fic #goodsir x silna #silna x goodsir #harry goodsir

[heartnell]

Normal-sad Ned Little in an otherwise bonkers Cassandra styled/Euripides tragedy coded apocalyptic-prophet Ned Little fic

#wip wednesday #the terror fic #the terror amc #the terror #edward little #francis crozier #he just wants to be good idk #he wants to be normal and good #and not afraid of disappearing #and yet and yet

[habemuscarnificem]

podfic / fanfic reading requests, anyone?

ive always wanted to do declamations and voice acting, but never really had an opportunity. figured there are writers on here that might want an audio version of their work

fair warning you'll need to have a little chat with me to correct my horrid mispronouncing of certain words because I'm a peasantly ESL

i sound like deepfried tuberculosis

can be quite expressive and act out dialogue

will gladly do dark topics but probably not full on porn (i would giggle, I'm awfully immature)

may decline if it's not my cuppa but generally not picky

hit me up in dms or askbox, comrades

#the terror #fanfic #podfic #also accepting other fandoms such as #moby dick #the north water #feeling boaty lately so I'll start with these #the terror fic #the terror amc #terrorposting

[nigesakis]

Mafia Fitzier AU... thinking...

Con-artist James looking for good targets in a casino and accidentally tries to scam a mafia group that includes Francis. He gets through with it at first, but Francis knew he was scamming them from the beginning, but waiting for a good moment to uncover him and wipe that stupid grin off his face.

James tries to scramble but they get & bring him to The Boss™ (Sir John)... but John's like "he managed to trick them all except you (Francis, his 2nd)? We gotta keep him!"

So James is like... yeah I can make money like this... I'm smarter than all of them, their boss chose me, I'm so cool... if it wasn't for that damn old man... I'm gonna get him, too...

And go

#fitzier #nigesakis' fitzier aus #fitzier au #terrorposting #the terror amc #n #the terror #james fitzjames #francis crozier #sir john franklin #mafia au #gangster au #fic #fanfic #ff #the terror fic #text post #AU #alternate universe #fitzcro #modern au #jfj

[boilyerheid]

Campaign: Ch 7

"Ah, Jopson. What can I do for you?"

"Weekes from NPC called, wanted to know if you'll be attending their Cannes talk."

"What's it called?”

"Gen Z: Slow Your Scroll."

"Absolutely fucking not."

[in which Irving has daddy issues, Crozier has Fitzjames issues, and Jopson has everybody’s issues.]

FUCK CANNES LIONS AND ALL WHO SAIL IN HER

#the terror #the terror fic #joplittle #francis crozier #thomas jopson #advertising au #it's cannes week and I hate my job here you go

[workingclassvillian]

glad to see everybody assigh hickey rat tattoo in fics. imagine you're a tattoo artist a guy comes to you says i want a rat tattoo on me cause my boyfriend called me a rat before we last break up, yeah we engage now

#i love this #the beatles #the terror fic

[mia-ugly]

for your WIP ask meme, I'd love to know more about "no other version of this story." tell me about these tired lads

One more sad wip (there's a lot of gender fuckery in this sci-fi fic?? but here's something familiar):

“This is the best day,” Edward says. They’re drunk at the shoreline of the ocean, even though he’s not supposed to drink with his medication. He never does, follows the rules down to the last instruction. He’s good at taking direction (Tom has learned this, to his delight.)

But today, grey beach, grey sky, Edward drinks whiskey. He’s soft-eyed and kitten-limbed and Tom is ready to take him home, take him anywhere. Follow him under the dark water and into deep space and off the sharp edge of the world.

“I wish I could go back in time, find myself as a kid,” Edward says, his low voice rougher than expected. Maybe it’s the wind, maybe there’s sand in his throat. “I wish I could’ve told myself I would ever be this happy.”

Tom isn't a cryer. Not ever. He hides emotion behind layers of skin and muscle and nerve endings, buries it like his body is a coffin. He laughs and he smiles, and he keeps his face kind. His mother taught him well, how to bite it back. No need for any unpleasantness, especially now. He’s got this. He’s got this. He’s got Edward, down to the bone.

He presses his face against Ned’s temple, breathes in the smell of his hair. 

“I wanted to see you when you were old,” Edward says. “I wanted us to grow old together.”

“We did,” Tom says. And he laughs. Because that's what he does.

#wip asks #joplittle #no other version of this story #someone always has to leave first #the terror fic

[a-canker-in-a-hedge]

so i was possessed by the vapours and the agonies and such things and this was the result that i forgot to share when i wrote it, i haven't had this much fic energy in y e a r s

anyway have a sunless sea au!

#the terror #the terror amc #fitzier #the terror fic #francis crozier #my writing