#hornblower fanfiction

[talesofphantombandits]

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Summary: Narissa was travelling with one Horatio Hornblower, she was heading to her new life with a husband that she had been promised to since the age of six. But when the ship she was traveling on gets commandeered by the Spanish, she joins Horatio and the Duchess to be held captive on the island. There she tends to a young man who is on the brink of death, little did she know then but this man would slowly become the love of her life. Unfortunately there was no way to stop her doomed fate.

Character Pairing: Archie Kennedy/ OC (Narissa McKenna)

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Narissa sighed as she stepped out into the sweet ocean air, she felt like she’d been stuck in her cabin for far too long and so her and the duchess decided to take a little wander around the ship. The Duchess also wanted to find her feet again after being so terribly seasick, but Narissa was more than happy to oblige. But as soon as the Duchess voiced and quite loudly at that about how peckish she was, now that she was feeling so much better. Mr. Hornblower had walked over hurriedly and shushed the pair of them. It was only then that Narissa had taken in her surroundings. Fog, as thick as the black smoke that came from a out of control fire was surrounding them, but it was what Mr. Hornblower had said next that frightened Narissa. They were surrounded by some of the Spanish fleet, this was not going to be good. 

Once they had fully surrounded the ship it was quite obvious that the disguises weren’t going to work, the ship was boarded and we were taken back to land. The men placed in cells, luckily for Narissa and the Duchess a more kind hand was dealt and we got rooms each, both of which were quite comfy. 

They would see Mr. Hornblower every now and again at dinner, the Duchess even had the pleasure of evening walks with him. Narissa on the other hand had to take her morning walks with a random Spanish guard that was obviously not use to walking such lengths for she had to constantly wait for him to keep up. She got so fed up with it that she just said she would get air twice a week instead of everyday. Mr. Hornblower, who had insisted that Narissa call him Horatio from now on had been telling them all tales about an old friend, he’d long thought lost but had discovered him sleeping in the cell they had been put in. Narissa was so intrigued about the whole story and about how fate had brought bother Horatio and his friend back together again. She was however becoming distressed about how apparently increasing sicker his friend, who he mentioned was called Mr. Kennedy was getting. 

It wasn’t until one rainy day when she would actually be able to put a face to the name of Mr. Kennedy, she had been reading a romance novel in her room, no morning walk for her if the sun wouldn’t shine,  when the Duchess had rushed in and informed Narissa that Horatio had brought a half dead Mr. Kennedy inside the main house for medical attention. They both raced to the room where all the chaos was happening to see if they could be of any assistance, and that’s when she saw him. Pale as a ghost, rain still dripping from the tips of his long over grown hair, she froze for only a moment as she felt a strange feeling stir in her. She thought suddenly of love at first sight and if this is what it felt like, she’d been promised to Arthur since she was five years old and was always kept away from all the society balls, while her sister and cousins would go out and enjoy themselves while also getting to feel the joys of falling in love with their own choice of person. With in reason, of course.  She was snapped out of it when two guards rushed in with fire wood, chucking the logs into the fireplace they set fire to them and suddenly a warmth traveled over Narissa, but at the same time she could see Mr. Kennedy start to shake. 

She would watch over him for the next three days, dabbing the sweat off his forehead and making sure he didn’t get cold again, she also read Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’ to him every night, it was the only book she had been giving to fill the time she spent here And every night she would accidentally fall asleep in the chair beside his bed. It wouldn’t be until Horatio would come to relive her, gently waking her and telling her to go get some sleep in a comfortable bed, always fearing for her neck and scolding her about how much pain she’d be in the morning. But she didn’t mind, she found that she couldn’t sleep when she wasn’t sitting in the chair next to his bedside, she boiled this down to worry about his condition and if it was to worsen she wouldn’t be there to tend to him. Then again Mr. Hornblower, his good friend was now beside him, so she knew deep down that he’d be just fine. Where had these deep feelings, for someone she hadn’t even said two words to come from? She didn’t know, hell the man wasn’t even conscious yet and didn’t even know she existed, but she just had this strong urge to make sure he was okay. 

Unfortunately she wouldn’t get to see Mr. Kennedy come around, on one of her morning walks her guard had got on her last nerve and she slipped him, running down to the beach. she looked back to see if she’d lost him and it looked like she had, she smiled to herself, finally some peace and quiet and she could finally walk at her own pace and not have to turn and stop every two seconds. She’d nearly got back to the house when slowpoke rounded the corner she was about to take, nearly bumping into each other by the speed he’d taken it, obvious that he’d been frantically looking for her everywhere. She started to giggle which didn’t last long as he grabbed forcefully onto her left under arm.

“God okay! I’m sorry I slipped you but you’re hurting me, let go of my arm and treat me like the lady I am.” Narissa tried to get his hand off her but with no luck, he was stronger. All she got back was some angry Spanish, and unfortunately she wasn’t fluent. 

Once they had got back she was stripped of all her privileges and confined to her room, she was however informed that there was another ship ready to take her and the Duchess the rest of their journey, she had try to negotiate so she could see her patient one last time. For she was the one doing most of the work looking after him but was denied. All night she was kicking herself, why did she have to run off? Why couldn’t she have just put up with that stupid guard for one more day. The next morning her and the Duchess were back on the sea again, Narissa looked back to land sadly, she didn’t even get to say goodbye to Horatio, she would miss him also. They had been sailing for days, what felt like weeks. Every time they thought they were getting somewhere the captain would be spooked by every flag thinking it was a British one, then one day it was and Narissa noticed that they were back where they started. The other ship was approaching fast and even Narissa, with zero sailing skills knew that this wasn’t going to turn out well for them. And she was right, as soon as they where close they had started firing on them, Narissa and the Duchess were told to shelter in their cabin, but both were far too concerned of a sinking so they stayed on deck, but in the lowest place possible, which turned out to be the best possible choice. The sail above them ripped and the next thing they knew they was an almighty crash and they both jolted forward violently, Narissa falling hard onto the wooden deck which was now splinted, she hadn’t even noticed she had been bleeding until the Duchess had come beside her, cupping Narissa’s face in her hands and wiping the trail of blood that threatened to go into her right eye with her sleeve. 

“Thank you.” Narissa said weakly, she felt dizzy and her vision was starting to become blurred, but the Duchess reassured her and kept her awake as they both headed up to the front of the now damaged boat where all the other, remaining crew had gathered. They waited there for about an hour, but it felt like years. They were all getting battered by the rough waves of the storm, Narissa was actually surprised that there were still seven of them left, the waves were so violent that two crew members had nearly gone over board at least twice but both had clung on for dear life to the edge of the ship, if you could even call it that anymore. Finally they all spotted a tiny boat heading toward them, they would have cheered if not for exhaustion  and the fact that they had to keep focus or they would become apart of the sea forever. Narissa’s vision had become darker and she felt like she could loose consciousness at anytime, but she fought her hardest. She told herself that she had one more hurdle, she just had to make it into the boat and the she would be safe to just let the darkness take her. The first man jumped and made it over to the smaller boat, it only then dawned on her what she was going to have to do, luckily the Duchess, in that moment grabbed onto her hand. 

Narissa looked down at their locked hands. “I know that you’re injured and are fighting it, so we’re going to do this together.” Narissa had no words, but she hoped that the weak smile she mustered would tell the Duchess just how thankful she was. 

They waited for instruction on when it was safe to jump, the last thing Narissa remembers was thinking just how familiar the voice of the man shouting the orders was, and then darkness, she doesn’t even remember making it to the boat. The next thing she remembered was the smell of coffee, which was strange. Was she not just in the middle of the sea, fighting for her life in a terrible storm? And yet that was definitely coffee she could smell. Then it dawned on her, was she dead? No she couldn’t be, she didn’t even like coffee so if she was in heaven why would God make her smell that first? Unless she was in hell? 

She opened her eyes and was met with a white celling, she looked around and took in her surroundings as her brain fog cleared. She knew this room, it was familiar because she had spent many days, happily reading sat in front of a log fire. She sat up slowly, her body ached but it was bearable and she was too curious. She pulled back the covers and swung her legs off the bed, taking a moment to make sure she was actually feeling physically ready to stand up. She moved over to the window and peered out, just as she thought. She was back with the Spanish and the bed she was in was the same one Mr. Kennedy had laid in. 

“So, you’re the owner of the little voice in my head that was reading Shakespeare?” Narissa span around so fast that she wobbled a little, Mr. Kennedy who was leaning against the door frame chuckled a little. 

“You heard that?” This was the first time that Narissa could see his eyes, they were the deepest blue she’d ever seen and she had a hard time looking away from them so that she could sit down to steady herself, apparently she wasn’t as stable as she first thought she was.  

Mr. Kennedy smiled and motioned to the seat beside the bed that she had spent many a night in beside him. She nodded her approval and he cam further in the room, taking the seat. “Romeo and Juliet, a good choice.” 

“That’s all they had to give me, more of a ‘Much Ado About Nothing” fan.”  

[bebx]

me reading smut and calculating in my head the positions the characters are in

[jenniferstolzer]

Psychonauts - The Hornblower Incident - Chapter 56

A Warehouse, A Library, and a Tent

Raz and Milla explore the veneer construct she projected onto his head. They're hunting for weaknesses in the construct, but Raz finds a couple of his own, too, while he's in there.

[quatregats]

I did kind of enjoy the first chapter of Parkinson's Hornblower "biography" because it offered some things that I had either been wondering about or which I thought were delightful little headcanons, but I have to say that since then it has just been making me hate Hornblower an unbelievable amount and/or occasionally go he would not fucking say that

[thiefbird]

Prompts!

Hey guys, I've decided to start taking writing prompts (read: please dear god send me writing prompts i love you all)!

Here are a list of prompt sets:

Unreal Unearth prompts

Smutty One-Liner prompts

Tarot Whump prompts

Angry Confession prompts

Sex Tropes prompts

Jealousy Dialogue starters

Breakup/Dramatic Dialogue prompts

Kiss prompts

Enemies To Lovers prompts

Boat Guy Shibari prompts

Or just send me lyrics to songs you like!

Things I'd love to write:

Temeraire

Jane Roland & Will Laurence or Jane/Laurence

Emily Roland & Will Laurence

John Granby/ Will Laurence

Tenzing Tharkay/Will Laurence

John Granby/Tenzing Tharkay (or Granby/Tharkay/Laurence)

Hornblower

Sir Edward Pellew/Horatio Hornblower

Hotspur Husbands

Renown Trio (platonic and/or romantic and/or sexual)

Horatio Hornblower & Maria maybe? I love complicated marriages

Aubreyad

Jack Aubrey/Stephen Maturin (or Jack & Stephen)

Jack Aubrey/Sophie Williams

Stephen Maturin/Diana Villiers

Sophie Williams & Stephen Maturin

Diana Villiers & Jack Aubrey (or possibly Diana/Jack)

Diana/Stephen/Jack maybe?

DIANA VILLIERS/CLARISSA OAKES

General Aubrey-Maturin clan domesticity

Also someone suggested this in a thread I was reading and I am Intrigued: Horatio Hornblower/Stephen Maturin

And my other nonexistent rarepair, Jane Roland/Diana Villiers

Dragon Age

Anders/anyone (but especially Fenris, Justice, Karl, Nathaniel, or Hawke or the HoF, whether one of mine or one of yours)

m!Solavellan

Bull/Lavellan, Bull/Cadash, or Bull/Adaar

Alistair/HoF

Alistair/Zevran

Morrigan/HoF

Morrigan/Leliana

Send me your weird rarepairs! I will at least give them a shot

Mass Effect

Shepard/Garrus

Shepard/Thane

Shepard/Garrus/Thane

Shepard/Liara

Ryder/Jaal

Ryder/Vetra

Jaal/Evfra

Doctor Who extended universe

Nine/Rose

Nine/Jack/Rose

Jack/Ianto

Jack/Ianto/Gwen

Ten/Rose or Tentoo/Rose

Also Hannigram and Symbrock!

[backgroundnoisewithaview]

How do I say this with words...?

Watching a show where they predominantly use surnames and then suddenly start calling each other by their first name is like reading some sort of repressive georgian to edwardian classic tale except with missing scenes, and CAN YOU IMAGINE the conversation? The courage it takes to switch when there hasn't been a precedent? But in MODERN DAY?

AM I OVER THINKING THIS? Yes. Absolutely yes.

Do I want fic of this anyway? Yes.

Does this even make sense? Probably not.

[amalthea9]

So because of that prompt that I was tagged in to post the last seven sentences of a WIP, I decided to just call it finished and post the full version of Styles and Happy's Love Confession on AO3 today.

I'm going to go ahead and delete the post I did previously as Part One for the fic(even though @ariel-seagull-wings had an amazing review on it I'm so sorry) But I want to avoid confusion.

So here's the entirety via an AO3 link!

Thank you SO much as always darlings for your continuous support of my OC Happy being with Styles, and for your support in general of my fics!!

Grace belongs to the amazing @ariel-seagull-wings

@professorlehnsherr-almashy @ailendolin @aragarna @ariel-seagull-wings

[karasbroken]

I love writing for very old fandoms because they have old fans who remember when fics were a conversation with the community. I'll never pull a hundred hits in a day, but my readers talk to me, they click the kudos, they go on binges and read all my stories. It's awesome.

If you're feeling unappreciated in your fandom, or it's toxic, or just not very engaged, take a break and find something old to enjoy and be inspired by. Those fans will welcome you.

Seen a couple varieties of post on here in the realm of “nobody owes you fic comments” and… actually?

Some of the reasoning was like “you aren’t entitled to praise” or “maybe nobody commented because it’s bad and it helps you write better” which is… you’re supposed to interpret my silence as constructive criticism is not great. Or, the big one, “write for yourself”.

Cool.

First of all, nobody "owes" you fic comments? I'm sorry, is this a new bitcoin I haven't heard of? Is there a bank collecting interest on fic comments? Do you have a strict budget of commentability? Ffs you should want to comment and show that you like something, you gatekeepy cynic.

I write plenty for myself. If I choose to post what that writing is online, I am doing so because I am seeking engagement. Every fic out there is posted under the presumption that the writer wants feedback, otherwise you could easily disable comments, likes, kudos, and shares. Even if somebody in the notes says “y’all don’t have to read this I’m just archiving it”

… Do you really believe they mean that and wouldn’t be excited that somebody gave kudos anyway? Have you ever met people?

Saying this because writing is supposed to be fun. I love writing for myself, but the moment I decide to share it with others, the whole of my enjoyment of my craft is split right down the middle, 50% ‘I’m happy with this’ and 50% ‘are you happy with this?’.

If I’m not getting feedback, I will keep it to myself. Time is the one thing you can’t get back and if I get a more positive and healthy experience just keeping shit to myself and not risking silence from the void, then I’ll do that, and you won’t get fic. Not here holding fic hostage or anything, but if I’ve only got 8 hours out of my week to write and one private WIP makes me happy while one pubic WIP is just a reminder that no one likes it… I’m going to put the effort into the private one, the one that’s written for me.

Now I’ve never largely participated in fandom in the first place and am utterly shocked whenever anything I write for older fandoms gets engagement and I’m not posting with the mindset of “if this doesn’t get 5 kudos fuck ‘em” it’s a subconscious thing.

It’s a “Imma try this out. Oh, ok, well posting online feels no different than keeping it to myself and in fact the act of getting nowhere makes me feel a little worse, so never mind let’s take that down and go back into the safe space of a private Word doc.”

The act and love of writing is not intrinsically tied to the approval of our readers. The act of sharing our writing is.

Especially with fanfic: fic is designed for sharing, it's the act of showing love and support over a beloved story.

And this weird idea of “only good fics get kudos” is like… babe, people gotta start somewhere. I’ll read a lot of “bad writing” that has a good idea just executed poorly and still have something positive to say. It’s not hard. Being nice takes, like, 5 seconds.

Tap the kudos, send the bare minimum of a heart emoji through the comment, hit submit, and go about your day. You’re not out here rewarding “bad fic” with attention. We can all tell which fics are of higher quality and one little comment isn’t going to turn a bad writer into an egomaniac. You aren't rewarding bad writing, you're telling a hopeful writer "I see you over there standing awkwardly in the corner, here come join the rest of us, it's okay, we're here to have fun".

All of this shit is free. They write for free, your account is free, kindness is free.

So be kind.

[troll-doll]

>graduates

>ah yes

>finally time to write hornblower fic

[elodieunderglass]

Hey, uh bit of an odd one. But!

Have you ever heard of the book series (admittedly set in warhammer 40k) Gaunt's Ghosts?

It is very much Sharpe in SPACE. So may give you a few giggles in the process.

This is FASCINATING me, I am so fond of Sharpe and so opposed to Warhammer, which i felt was on the opposite axis of me in every way that the only thing I know about it is the strong belief I have that they’re the kind of boys who paint miniature people’s hair yellow, a thing I HATE. I hate when tabletop gaming boys go to all that bother painting their little miniature figurines and make the hair just bright YELLOW, yellow straight from the tube. I have mentally blocked and deleted all people who do that. So this is startling to me and I am examining my prejudices. Listening and learning ✌️

It’s also kind of exciting and something on my mind, because I had a bonkers idea for a writing project that would be fun to follow for myself, but was going “eurgh ugh but it isn’t ORIGINAL, it’s spinning off my own fanfic, why bother writing it down if it’s drawing on all this other stuff.” And then getting abruptly back into the Napoleonic fandoms reminded me that none of THEM cared, they’re all writing 456 books that were literally just Hornblower fanfiction, as so many things ultimately are. But Sharpe was just deliberately and intentionally Hornblower on Land. Star Trek was Hornblower in Space. Gaunt is Sharpe in space. Why EVEN bother worrying, when old men do not! So this is like…… emotional to me. Men do NOT care how many layers of inspiration their stuff is about they just put their little guy in a different situation!!!

So sure! Sharpe in Space ! I love this! let’s go! Thank you so much!!

[bbcphile]

1 and 17 for the recent fanfiction writers ask meme?

Thanks for the asks, @phoenixflames12!

What was the first fandom and/or pairing you wrote fic for?

Sherlock (specifically John/Sherlock). I was surprisingly late to fic writing. (You'd think it would have been Horatio Hornblower, since the series came out so long ago, but no. I watched it when it aired but didn't know fanfic was a thing. Whoops!)

17. What fic are you the most proud of?

Probably my newest--"What's Sealed Away"--because I was trying to juggle so many things: trying to do justice to the sheer mind fuckery that is amnesia (influenced by my own experiences on the subject) while filling in narrative gaps the show's amnesia arc (possibly unintentionally) created while attempting some complicated character work. It was a lot, but I'm still proud of it!

Harboured and Encompassed and Nunc Atque Semper are close behind, though: I'm still proud of all the adaptation work I did in H&E and also of writing and posting the thing so comparatively quickly (my Mysterious Lotus Casebook WIP will be at least close to that long and it's taking me SO much longer to write!). Also, I will always love Archie Kennedy, and my modernAU!Archie has a very very special place in my heart. And Nunc Atque Semper was so hard to write; I have such complicated feelings about Horatio in the final two movies and the way he treats Maria, and getting a chance to put some of it on paper in a way that holds him accountable for his incredibly shitty behavior while also being understanding of the horrible position he's in and all the grief he's holding was really important to me.

Thanks again!!

[ailendolin]

Fanfiction Masterlist

You can find all my fics on AO3. They are locked at the moment (thank AI scraping and bot comments for that) so you'll need an account to read them. If you'd like to make one, I have 8 open invitations so dm me your e-mail address and I'll send you an invitation link :)

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Camp Cretaceous (Ben/Kenji-centric)

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[jenniferstolzer]

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Psychonauts - The Hornblower Incident - Chapter 64

Crashing like Cymbals, Scrambled like Eggs

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Raz and the crew of the Spoonbill try to recover from the Mind Bomb attack before they all die in a fiery plane crash.

Ao3 link formatting seems broken today so this is the best link you get. Enjoy!

[donfadrique]

Tag Game

tagged by @aragarna thank you <3

Tag game: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better.

Last song: Thrive, performed by Riopy, from a fanvid about Monastario and de la Vega

Currently watching: The Mark Of Zorro (1940) – finishing the movie review, so rewatching it.

Three ships: Diego & Enrique (WDZ), Horatio & Archie (Hornblower), Dracula & Van Helsing (Van Helsing) – sorry for being too homosexual, but these are the last pairings I’ve wrote fanfiction about; I haven’t written anything about Richard Sharpe and Teresa Moreno, but I love them no less

Favorite color: Red

Currently consuming: Pork meat, sauerkraut, brandy

First ship: I don't remember, but I remember that I wasn't interested in romance until I found out that fanfiction existed (I was probably interested in Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara, since I was a Rhett fanboy)

Relationship status: I'd rather not comment on this

Last movie: The Mark Of Zorro (1940)

Currently working on: Way too many fics :)

tagging @whirlwind-lancer-dilan @xavwashereee @starsdreaming @notes-from-sarah @championstar456 @allerod @seventimesround @sunsetpanic @letmeinimafairy

[aragarna]

For Character Ask Game – Horatio Hornblower

one aspect about them i love

I love that he's clearly insecure, but that doesn't prevent it from growing into being a leader. And even though he becomes a lieutenant, then captain, he never stops being insecure and full of doubts inside. It shows to all of us that despite how we feel, we can still accomplish all the things we want.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

I don't know what people understand or don't understand about Horatio. From the stuff I've read, I feel like people have a good grasp of Horatio.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

I haven't really thought of any headcanon about Horatio. I don't actually make up a lot of headcanons about shows I watch, even when I write fanfictions. I only come up with something if I really need to.

as well as

one character i love seeing them interact with

I love him with Archie and Bush. Both separately (they're slightly different dynamics, mostly due to the differences in ages. With Archie it feels more like school friends, but Bush, it's more of coworkers-turned-friends). But the 3 of them all together is when it gets explosively good!

(I do also like Horatio's relationship with Pellew, and with Styles and with Matthews)

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

Well, it's not like we didn't have any interactions with Archie, but damn, I really wish they hadn't killed him off, cause I wanted more Horatio-Archie-Bush shenanigans.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

No matter the missions, and the ships, Hornblower will always keep Bush as his first lieutenant, and Matthews and Styles as part of his crew (next time he'll make sure to find something other than the kitchen for Styles, though)

(I've gathered from what I've read here that it's canon for Bush in the books, though I've only read the books as far as the show goes)

Thank you for the ask :-)

[thiefbird]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

Thank you for the ask! Lets see...

my beloved cat, Cirrus. Light of my life, most faithful companion, truly the cat of the world as Stephen Maturin would say

speaking of, the aubreyad/temeraire/hornblower. truly, my brain is solely dedicated to weird fictional men in the napoleonic war. And also Diana Villiers my beloved.

fibre arts. i love fibre arts. crochet, knitting, sewing, spinning, weaving, needle felting. give me Colourful Soft Things and i will Create

La musica notturna delle strade di madrid by Boccherini. i play the allegro at least 5x a day on guitar at work. probably more like 15. my coworkers are all really tired of it i think but TOO BAD its so pretty and spritely

writing. writing fiction, writing fanfiction, writing music, writing essays. my brain just wants to Make Words Happen