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Not a single dull day in the Crozier household aboard Terror

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What happens pre- A Fun Fact About Apples… ?

This.

you can watch this on AO3 too and leave an anon comment there if you want <3

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Started ep 5 rewatch which i won't be able to finish tonight, but I have to say the Fitzmom + Edward's crush... thing.. is um.. I certainly see it.

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The face of a man who is used to kids making up reasons for misbehaving so they don't get in as much trouble and sees right through it

Meanwhile Edward remembering when he used to do this, before it got punished out of him:

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I love how you called Fitzjames Nedward's surrogate mom in that last Crozcest analysis I love that concept so much... she is mama :') good for her!

She's SO Edward's-mom coded, I couldn't not do it.

Edward's support and anchor when Francis is off with his "gastritis" or whatever they decided to call it in front of the men...

I'll get into it later, but it fits so much. I'll just mention the "are we to have a commander meeting Without our commander again?" maybe it's my own experience speaking here, but it feels very "mom who's kind of fed up with her husband's bullshit" and Edward as the oldest child is stuck in the middle of the incoming divorce.

I'm glad you liked it, anon, teehee💖 ^^

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i hate them so much (i love them dearly)

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a totally 100% normal family portrait nothing strange here at all

this is really just a sketch - it took me *checks document* 1 hour and 45 minutes - but i've been aching to draw it for like two weeks and i finally got down to it yay!

i'm SO happy with how Tom and Ned turned out lol. I'm not as happy with Francis but oh well... i really just wanted to get the idea across because kkasjfdijwg.

i so want to explain why i did what i did and why i placed the things where i placed them but it's no fun if i tell you. Plus it's obvious enough.

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there will be like 5k words of nedward spanking and aftermath are you glad

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I understand wanting to stay anonymous while interracting with the Crozcest AU ^^

However, it got me thinking like. HOW many of you are there? Because it can't be That many, but also 👁️👄👁️ i know for sure there's at least 15 of you reading it, which is UNBELIEVABLE to me?? Hello?!? 💕

So. Would you care to vote in this poll for me? 🤲 wanted to ask before i go to sleep because im SO curious.

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Ned used to sleep in Francis's bed when he was scared as a kid. He usually did it when his parents took too long to come home from a party and Ned felt so small in the big house. So alone... As Francis often forgot to call a nanny.

When they'd come home they'd always push Ned to the middle and let him sleep there. It wasn't a problem until Eddie was suddenly too big and it became uncomfortable for all of them.

After Francis's mercy about the sleeping in their bed ran out, Ned was forbidden from it because he was "too big" and "old enough" to not need it. When Tom was born and their mother died, this was doubly true, with Francis often saying he "has to take care of his little brother" now. (Ned was 6 btw, Great parenting on Frank's part /sarcasm)

So now.

Imagine if you will: adult Edward, alone in the entire house, because Francis and Tom are off on the Ross expedition. Lonely... For years.

What's he gonna do?

Sleep in daddy's bed ofc. It's the only way he can feel less alone at night. If he's in Francis's bed he can convince himself that he's still a child and Francis is just out drinking super late and that he'll come home any minute now. If Edward just closes his eyes and sleeps for long enough, he'll wake up to Francis holding him safely in his arms...

Makes the truth of them being hundreds of miles away hurt a little less. For a little while.

But when he wakes up and neither of them is there it hits him all over again. Yes, he cries.

He then spends most of the day outside, since he can't bear being alone in that quiet house for too long.

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Crozier POV

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Hello! It's finally here, like I promised (although delayed).

Please enjoy some filth, if you will. Check the tags for warnings, but most notably there's incest, mentions of drunk sex, implied dub-con and brief name-calling (in this chapter at least)

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While I'm at it, I might as well post this.

Are you ready for more backstory and *gasp* Ned having a mildly good time??

Context: Ned is like 4. Tommy wasn't born yet. All instances of "Thomas" refer to Blanky.

"Ned, Thomas is here!" Francis yelled through the door.

Pitter patter of small feet followed, getting quickly closer until the source appeared. Neddie came running with his arms outstretched. "Uncle Thomas!"

"I've told you I'm not your uncle." He laughed, knelt down to grab the bundle of energy under his arms, then he stood up, hoisting the boy up on his hip. "Though I'm glad you're happy to see me."

"I am!" Ned quickly hugged his neck, then leaned back, brushing hair out of his face. It was getting long, despite how curly it was.

"Really has Liddy's hair, huh?" Thomas mused as he helped him get the strand out of his eye.

Francis hummed and leaned on the door frame. "Yes, but it's starting to straighten. I bet it'll be flat by the time he's ten. If he doesn't change color, too. Liddy would kill me if he turned out red-haired."

Thomas cackled. "Didn't she marry you?"

"I suppose..." Francis smiled back at him, then at his son and pet his cheek with his finger. "When have you seen him last?"

"September, I think. He was much lighter then," he tickled the boy's belly.

Ned giggled, his curls bobbing up and down. Then he grabbed Thomas's hand to stop it.

Blanky understood the signal and placed his hand on the lad's shoulder instead. "What are you feeding him, Francis? Raw meat?"

"Noooo," Eddie shook his head agressively. "Normal food!"

"Ah, I see." He said as if he just recieved groundbreaking insight. "So he waters you like a flower then?"

Ned pressed two angry palms against Blanky's chest and frowned, pushing himself away. "No." Then he turned to his father, keeping the frown.

"What's that pout about, hm?" Francis pinched his cheek gently.

"Papa, tell him you don't water me like a flower."

"He's not very good with this sort of thing," Francis mumbled to Thomas. "No, I don't water him," he said to them both and placed a hand on Thomas's shoulder. "Now come inside, both of you. Liddy made some tea."

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omg please DO post about young Crozcest boys I am DYING to hear your thoughts and if others are weirded out then they are weak and will not be invited to our mutiny

FIUENFKXJCKV ANON !!!

Our blessed mutiny.... Right you are. Well, here you go, 200 words from me, to you 🫶

It was a Saturday. A cold, early Spring Saturday of 1822. Their father had finished breakfast early and went out for some errands of sorts. Ned didn't really listen to what he said, being preoccupied with wiping porrige off Tom's chin.

Now they were alone. And will be for a few hours, probably. Francis didn't bother with a nanny unless he was out for more than half a day.

Ned sighed and got up. It was on him to wash the plates. Again. He carried them to the sink and left them there. There will be time to do it later.

Tommy swung his legs on either side of his chair and made a few pops with his lips - as he often did when father wasn't around to lecture him about it. Suddenly he stopped. "Eddie, why does papa hate you?"

"What?"

Tom scratched the new scab on his elbow, looking Edward dead in the eyes. "Papa hates you, doesn't he?"

"I..." Does he? It feels like he does sometimes. He's mean and he hurts him, but he also holds him and doesn't call him any names... And he's his father. There's no way...

"I think papa hates you."

"Would you stop saying that!?" Ned clenched his fists, trying very hard not to punch Tom.

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well, since many of you voted for the snippets, here's one to start off with ^^

(do not ask me about the title, i don't know okay?)

if you don't want to go to ao3 for whatever reason, it's short enough to post to tumblr as well, so here it is:

In his uniform, he was Mr. Jopson. A rather unimaginative fake name, he dared to think. But it wasn't up to him. No, it was up to his father.

Captain, he reminded himself. Captain. Sir. Anything but father.

Thomas walked into the captain's cabin. Hodgson was there, giving a report of sorts. It wasn't up to him to know what about, so he moved silently around the room, collecting things and setting them where they ought to be.

He slid the door to his father's- his captain's, for fuck's sake- his captain's berth open and looked inside. Sure enough, there were clothes to collect for washing. He took all of it in one hand and backed out of the room. "Captain," he said to Francis, "Lieutenant," he nodded at Hodgson, then left.

His own cabin was cold, even with the pipe heating. He hadn't had time to visit it at all that day, having way too much to do outside of it. The day was hectic - he barely stopped to breathe. The captain spilled his tea at breakfast, that was more work than needed. Then Neptune had made a mess of the great cabin after lunch. Someone must have fed him something quite nasty - the poor thing threw up four times, all over the cabin and once in the hallway. Good thing he sorted it out. One could still smell it from between the wooden boards. He'll have to clean it again tomorrow.

It was too close to nighttime to continue work, so he threw the dirty clothes on his chair. Men will be retiring to their cabins. So will the captain. If he makes too much noise... Well, best not think about it. And best not make a sound.

Lt. Hodgson left the great cabin and walked off. Nobody will bother him now... He might as well get comfortable. He listened to the sounds of the ship, making sure nobody was close. Nothing. All quiet... All good.

He sat on his bed and reached for a dirty shirt off the pile. He brought it up to his cheek and nuzzled it, taking a deep breath. A familiar stench of sweat and whiskey and sea salt and the faintest hint of soap.

He could drown in it all day...

Filthy fucker, he heard Edward's voice in his head. What would father think?

"Go to hell," he mumbled to himself and layed down on his pillow. Edward of all people will not be telling him what to do in his own cabin.

He breathed in the scent of the shirt again and slid a hand into his breeches.

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*Throws this at you and dies*

I hope you enjoy it 🥰 im going to bed now <3

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