#crozcest

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You know the fic idea is good when it gives you emotional damage as you write it

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Apologies for possibly unwanted cross-pollination but I just saw that Crozcest post you made on the other blog about Ned crawling into Thomas' bed when he can't sleep post-rescue and now I can't stop thinking about various littles crawling into bed with their caregivers, whether because they can't sleep or they have nightmares or maybe they're just afraid of the dark QwQ......

I love the idea of Nedward snuggling up with Fitzmommy so much but idk how often that could actually happen cause she's obvs sleeping with Francis usually and Ned would be too nervous and embarrassed to bother daddy in the middle of the night ;;;_;;; I'M SAD

I bet poor Johnny Morfin and Henry Collins in particular have some very restless nights :'( they should have a sleepover together to keep each other calm with Macca on hand to administer medicine as needed <3

Speaking of which, Harry Goodsir is Not Sleepy Yet, Uncle Macca! He wants to stay up and read his new library book about a brave little clam! But in the end he is convinced to turn the lights out to help Henry and Johnny sleep. He then conks out immediately. All 3 of them sleep peacefully that night. :')

On a somewhat related note, Henry Peglar is sooo a "just one more story pleeeaaassseee" kid. He's so cooperative during the day that you get blindsided by how hard it is to get him to go to sleep lmao. Will demand you do the voices too. Only Hodgson, Fitzjames, and of course Bridgens can meet his storyteller standards.

hickey and Gibson will lock their bedroom door at night and leave Sol (woken up by a bad nightmare, afraid of monsters in the dark coming to eat him) howling and crying alone in the hallway all night. Heather would you PLEASE come rescue the poor little thing!!! (and also buy him a nightlight!)

Johnny bbyving doesn't even have his own bed. He is cuddled up with mama every night. <3 Hodgmommy always makes a big deal out of checking under the bed and in the closets for monsters and reminding Johnny that nothing is ever going to hurt him as long as she's around. A nightly ritual followed by bedtime prayers and goodnight kisses. She actually has more frequent nightmares than he does and usually ends up clinging to him at night more than the other way around tbh but it's all right. He likes being swaddled. And he loves his mamma. <3

Sorry all my asks to this blog end up being novels omfg I just get so excited about your wonderful little ones they're all so CUTE and I LOVE THEM

These are all so good TT__TT

Morfin/Collins/Goodsir cuddle pile so important to meeeee 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖

Also I love Peglar being a bedtime menace, that's so funny-

SOL NOOOOO!!! BABY BOY!!! MEAN TO HIMM ;_; On the other hand I think him and Heather would sleep in the same bed, so when he has a nightmare while at Heather's, help is right beside him🥰 What would be really messed up though is if he thought he was at Heathers and began searching for him... when was actually at Gibson's. So he'd get really scared about where Heather went and make it worse and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I ACCIDENTALLY MADE MYSELF SAD, SHIT

Of COURSE Johnny sleeps with mama <3333 Now I'm thinking what'd happen if George ever woke Johnny up with one of those nightmares. He'd probably get a bit scared for mama, but try to be sooo supportive because he knows how scary nightmares are.

"Mama..?"

"It's alright, love," *sniff* "Mommy just had a bad dream."

"....... Cuddles?"

"Yes, cuddles will help. Thank you. (T w T) You're such a good baby..."

And Neddie... Poor Neddie... but i think... if he has a really bad nightmare... Francis can sleep on the couch 😇😇

(also it's totally alright, I breathe these actually)

[leadandblood]

So far the "post rescue" option is winning the poll but it's really close with "canon era but sad", so I sort of combined them. Sad boys right after rescue.

I've thought about them too much while drawing this. Turns out they make me violently ill. (In a neutral way)

They haven't had time to sort themselves out yet bc they're still in survival mode, but they have clean clothes and lemon juice and their wounds are being taken care of properly. They all feel like shit but at least they can feel like shit together <333

i have so many thoughts but for now I'll write them down somewhere else and use them when i - one day hopefully😭 - get to that part of the fic...

One thing I'll say is that Francis becomes really paranoid thinking he left some men behind. Sometimes he wakes up into a panic attack thinking one or both his sons are dead or still stuck in the arctic.

They all develop some fun new behaviours they have to work through but I'll keep that to meself for now 👉👈

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POV: Your dad gave you a promotion you didn't want, your uncle is limping worse every day, your step mom is dying of botulism, your brother just told you he'd leave you for dead if you couldn't walk anymore and you, you don't feel so good

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Edward making sure Tom practices handwriting (Tom thinks it's really stupid and would rather do chores)

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man idk whateverrrrrrr yapping.

Edward got really into Mary Shelley's writing in the 1820s/30s and upon learning about this, Francis rearranged some things, talked here, talked there, mentioned it here, mentioned it there. And suddenly Nedward had a meeting arranged with Shelley.

They talked for like three hours.

He yapped about it for days and it was maybe a little bit annoying but Crozier was still glad he could do it because it made his boy happy-

das it. bye

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The "Tom is having difficult feelings and tries to fuck Edward about it*" is on its own a really fun premise and I've already done it, i know, but I have at least two more different scenarios in mind and writing one already and I can't help thinking about it until its potential is depleted

*and then cries, in many cases

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Uuuhhhhhhh yea

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64399957

You can read it under the cut also

"Good morning, Lydia." Francis sat by her on the ground, feeling the grass softly brush the webbing between his fingers. It was a good day. Sunny. The warmth coaxed even Edward outside, though he quickly returned home to study. Good lad. He'll get through the exams fine...

Francis sighed and looked up at the sky. The sun will set late today - there is time, though not as much as he'd like. It's never enough.

"I'm sorry I hadn't come earlier," he spoke again, still looking at the sky, watching the few clouds slowly change into new shapes. "Tom scraped his knee first thing in the morning... again," he laughed and ripped off a blade of grass to turn it in his hands. "Second time this week... The weather turns him into a puppy dog, runs around like a maniac, chasing butterflies..."

The clouds began to disappear, fading into the blue of the sky.

"You know, I don't think Edward ever scraped his knees. Except that time he ran to greet me when I came back from visiting James. Do you remember that? You were so angry with me..." he laughed again. He threw the blade of grass back onto the ground. "I deserved it. Should've left a note..."

So many things he should have done. So many things he should do. And many he should not. But he's never been good at telling them apart.

"I know I promised to buy you flowers last time I came but... The woman I usually buy them from moved away... Don't know where."

He sighed, recalling the miserable, empty spot on the street. "It's like a piece of you has gone with her. Wherever she is now... A part of you... of us... It's gone..."

Francis shook his head and tried to laugh his tears away. He thought of things to say Lydia hadn't heard yet. She knew about Edward's exams. She knew about Tom's hate of mathematics. She knew about Blanky offering to watch Tom all day, so Francis could talk to her...

"Blanky has been priceless help. You were right to tell me to make things right with him. I don't know where I'd be without that man... Lying beside you, probably," he laughed and placed his hand on the carved stone, warm from the sun hitting it since early morning. "Wouldn't be so bad, thinking about it... But I promised something, didn't I?" He watched a flock of ducks appear above the trees far away and make their way across the horizon. When he could see them no longer, he lied down on his back and closed his eyes.

This is the closest they'll be as long as he's alive. It will have to do until he's buried here as well. Then all will be right again. The world will move on. It will forget. And they'll become one in the soil.

"You'd be angry with me if I gave up, I know." He sighed. "I'll keep going... Just let me lie here for a while."

A while turned into an hour. Then two. Then four.

He talked a little more. About what Edward is studying. And about the cat that gave birth behind their house. "I bet you'd make me keep them," he laughed.

As his back began to ache and the Sun moved through the sky to hide behind a tall tree, he knew it was time to go.

He got up and his head spun for a moment, his world went dark before it cleared up again. 'That's what you get for not drinking water! More of this and you'll turn into a shriveled up old man by thirty-five!' he heard her playful voice say.

He patted the grass off his trousers and back, then stretched his back, producing a few mighty cracks. "I'll be back again soon." He touched the stone again, rubbing his thumb along the edge. "I'll come back."

He slowly let go, turning away until his fingers lost contact with the rough surface.

There's someone who still needs him.

[leadandblood]

noooo ewww i made it all soft.. but also nyehehehe so much angst sprinkled everywhere I am so evil >:} (read: almost made myself cry)

Drowning

Summary:

Tom's having some (understandable) feelings over his dad's drinking habits. He'd love to drown out those thoughts but Edward's really not in the mood tonight. And Thomas is too tired to bite back about it. So he just cries.

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https://www.tumblr.com/leadandblood/779995800823529472?source=share it's the same scarf. Lydia knitted it for Crozier a long time ago. Crozier didn't voluntarily share it, Edward just snapped and took it after Crozier's drinking got bad enough that he spilled whiskey on it one day.

(Thomas obviously took it and cleaned it right away and tried to hide the whole event from Edward but Edward found him trying desperately not to cry over the washing tub and made him say what happened and took it. Thomas could have stopped him but he gave in. The thought of Crozier getting it dirty again and him being unable to get the awful smell out this time was too much to risk.)

*falls off the chair then scrambles to my feet*

HODGEPODGE.

*Shakes you really hard*

HODGEPODGE YOUR MIND. AAAAAAAAAAA

Edward hears the soft whining Tom does when he's alone but still trying not to cry, because he didn't close the door very well and comes into his cabin without knocking. "Haven'tyou got places to be, lieutenant?" "Why were you crying, Tom?" "Wasn't." "Thomas... what happened to the scarf? Tell me."

Jop is conflicted about the scarf snatching because on one hand it's not Edward's scarf but also.. he Will take better care of it.

I'm thinking about how much Crozier would protest Edward taking it. Saddest thing would be if he didn't even notice. I'd legit cry. But I bet he would notice. "A word with you, lieutenant." He says as he gestures for the others to leave. Uh oh...

[leadandblood]

Please may we see the emotionally stunted Jopson taking it out on Nedward 0w0

for you 🙏 because your ask single-handedly made me finish it

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sorry i wasn't online all day, I was um... doing things.....

The things in question:

I'll get to answering messages and such soon, I prommy. In the meantime say hi to Lydia Crozier x3c Design choices were certainly made. *wink* This is a bit before Ned was born, so let's say... like 1810?

I should be drawing Cold boy sketches and instead im doing this. *sigh* But! At least now you know what she looks like in my head... And yes, she is a tawl lady. Basically the same height as Francis.

References under cut.

Yes I spent all day looking at 1800s evening wear. I know absolutely nothing about fashion, so I just picked a dress that was mildly periodically accurate (10 years off i kNOOW, i know. don't look at me. i just wanted to dress her SOME way)

link to source and the image itself:

For Francis I sort of did whatever, but the 1803 in this image was my general inspo. I just liked it. I didn't strictly adhere to it. Here's a link.

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🚬 au: Irving ends up in a nice, healthy relationship with a male partner (probably Sol) and Jopson, Little, and Hodgson being genuinely confused because they didn’t even consider their sexuality outside of their incestuous family.

Honestly Jirv deserves it... It's really funny though

John: here's my new boyfriend Solomon

Tom: What is he like a cousin i don't know about or something?

John: no he's not related at all

Tom: you can do that??!!?!!!?

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i knew that my Nedward favouritism when it comes to POV for the au is really bad but i still wanted to check and-

OH GOD

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BOOM. Have more spanking aftermath. Francis tries to fix it but obvsly cannot do it just like that. 800 words which idk. Is Very short for a Crozcest fic 😔 but what can i do. Frank fumbled this one. And Edward deserves a fucking medal.

fic>> A SAINT <<fic

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Edward can have a bit of unreliable narration. As compensation.