#james fitzjames x reader

[daincrediblegg]

JFJ + to shut them up (please ily)

James loathed nothing more than a pause in conversation. It was an absurd anxiety, he knew, but he'd always tried to fill it. It became easier when he had a wealth of valorous stories to fill that silence with, ones that in good company would find amicable laughter, spark anecdotes from his peers (men and women, who in truth he never felt an equal to), but it never gave him long enough to think about what they must think of him. In his youth, a silence was the sound only of an elephant in the room, and more often than not, that elephant was his, carried it around like a dutiful pet, feeding it the more he told his stories, the more he held up his glorious existence on display. It never sated the silly thing, in the end. The quiet would always come after one way or another. But at least he alone would sit with it, and not another.

He felt lucky, when he realized he didn't have to hide that from you, from Francis, two of the precious few people he could call true friends to him. The silence was comfortable around you. Perhaps for the first time in his life there was a safety in the lull that found him in your company, in your knowing what hung over his shoulders. You didn't need to hear his acts of valor to love him, nor would the truth of him dissuade you from it. Either of you.

And years he never felt the need to don his mask, but on his return to England, it found him again all the same. It found him tonight, stuffed into his naval blue coat and pauldrons, medals and gold hanging off him and trapping him in it. And the need made itself known again. Helpless to recount "that damned sniper story" again, as Francis so liked to remind him. But somehow, the words didn't come as easy as they used to. He found himself pausing more often than not, the flare in his voice gone. But he pressed through, despite so desperately wanting to tell what came of the wound. What scurvy had done to it. But that wouldn't be very pleasant conversation, would it?

A hand on his shoulder pulled him from his train of thought. His head snapped to find a kind smile, and something of a knowing look in your eyes, peering up at him.

"James, may I borrow you for a moment? I'm afraid it's urgent."

Your eyebrows raised as you nodded towards the door. He nods his excuse to the party of invisible faces he found himself surrounded by, muttering a quiet "of course" before following you into another room, unoccupied, and dark, secluded.

"What is it? Are you all right? Is Francis-" is all he had the time to say before he was forcibly silenced by your quiet caring lips, slotting over them. He felt his heartbeat pick up a moment as your lips lingered, then as he settled into your soft embrace, felt it slow. Parting he found he could not produce another word for a moment.

"Shhh... it's all right James," you crooned, a gentle hand on his cheek, tracing his dimple with your thumb.

"You were doing it again. Looked like you needed saving."

He chuckled a little at that, half out of nerves, half from relief. How many times had you and Francis teased him for that damned sniper story? Too many to count by now.

"I suppose... I was," he sighs, leaning into your touch, close enough to touch his nose with yours. He breathed again, soaking in the blessed quiet, the faint chatter from the party outside feeling far away now.

"Thank you."

You nod, hand reaching to the back of his neck to pet the curls that draped below. He let your quiet reassurance embrace him, wrap him up and calm him, enough his eyes softly shut in contentment for a moment, and then a few more.

"We can leave, you know," you said once the time had passed enough, and James' eyes fluttered open to yours, doe-eyed and concerned and content. Now that was a thought. He'd been so wrapped up in his words, in his nerves, in truth, that he hadn't fully considered that as an option. He considered it seriously now, as you looked at him encouragingly.

"Shall we go?" you ask. James smiled. A sincere one. One that he'd only ever shown to two individuals in his whole life. He smiled and nodded.

"Yes. Please, I... I don't think I have the stomach for much more of this."

You returned his smile, and kissed his cheek again, soundly.

"I'll go get Francis. Get our coats and we'll meet you by the door."

He enjoyed how you gave orders. They always sounded so pleasant he couldn't help but widen his smile to know such care as this. He kissed his confirmation to the corner of your mouth gently, before withdrawing again.

"Don't be long."

"We won't."

Your hand grazed his cheek softly as you went, making its absence even fonder. He stood a moment, plucking up his courage from the floor where you had draped it, and made his exit a short moment after, heading towards the hall where a footman retrieved your coats for him to carry as he waited, already having put on his own.

He was only stood there a few short minutes before hearing the familiar sound of heavy footsteps approaching, and James turned to find you and Francis, walking arm in arm towards him. A great sigh left the older man's lips as he trekked down the hall to him, relief washing over his shoulders as he dropped the straightness in his back and square in his shoulders.

"Thank bloody Christ that's over," Francis groaned, eliciting a faint chuckle from his walking partner that made him smile.

"You can say that again," you replied, taking your coat from James' hands, wrapping it around your shoulders with grace and gloved hands. Francis reached next for his own, fingers gripping James' arm gently as he plucked his own coat, lingering a moment.

"All right, James?" he asks, his eyes warm, searching, concerned, glinting a warm pale blue in the candlelight. James nodded, soundlessly save the the small whimper that escaped him in the effort. Francis nods his understanding, a warmth renewing his grip before letting go to don his own coat.

"Home then?" Francis asks. James smiles with thoughts of fireplaces, and a shared warmth, and quiet.

"Yes. Home."

[metalheadfreak1]

Hello everyone! I know when was the last time I posted anything in a long time! But I wanted to tell you about a new fic I’m writing.

If you enjoy the terror I’m writing a Captain James Fitzjames x reader which I on archive! Please enjoy it cause I’m having so much fun with it!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30535905/chapters/75312321

[gone-grl-gone]

Ghost!Fitzjames X Female!Reader

Alrighty, whoever posted that confession. Consider your request DONE! Here's your drabble fic.

[Feat. Ryan Bergara and Shane Madej from Buzzfeed Unsolved]

The Boys gave the hand signal, to which you returned with a thumbs up.

"We got you on the Comms, so let you know when time's up."

"Got it, Ryan. Well, here goes nothing."

They swam away to the lower parts of the ship, while you swam to the Officer's Mess. The door was ajar as you made your way inside, hovering above the table. Some of the cutlery and plates still on the tables. The mahogany wood was still in pristine condition despite the silt - a testament to the power of The Arctic. you positioned yourself at the front of the table, where you got your EMF and Thermometer ready.

"Lights out in 3,2,1" and then you switched off your torch and went into night vision mode. The camera on your head kept rolling.

"Aight, viewers, here I am - my first ghost hunt, at sea, on a ghost ship..with the ghoul boys...... I am vibin with the ghoul boys and about to crack open some tasty cold boys.... Dead Cold Boys."

You toggled over your radio comms to spirit-box mode.

"My name is [Reader], I'm here with my friends Ryan and Shane to find out what happened on this expedition. Can you tell me what happened?"

Nothing.

Not a thing on the EMF readers, not a significant change in the surrounding water temperature.

You sigh. Am I just being an idiot for being scared over nothing?

Not being the one to just switch over to the Shaniacs, you continue your questioning.

And someone came to mind - an earlier conversation with Shane and Ryan as you sailed to the ship wreck.

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"Look, I think it's a great idea bringing [Reader] along. This is one of the biggest investigations yet."

"We could always use another camera person and helping hand. Bonus that {Reader} has experience diving and spelunking."

You skimmed through the laminated prints of the location, historical documents, and findings. There were even scans of the portraits of the missing Sailors and Officers.

One caught your eye.

"Commander James Fitzjames." you read out.

"James Fitzjames, what kind of a name is that? How original could his bastard of a father be." snorted Shane.

"Only you'd name yourself after yourself, Shane." sniped Ryan before he turned to you. "We will be at the location soon."

You skimmed the remnants of Francis Crozier's Journals. You underlined the delightful line: "Good Lord, if I have to hear another story from Fitzjames again, it'll be over my dead body."

A smile escaped the corner of your mouth as Ryan tossed you another bottle of Cider.

"And I dare you to call Fitzjames J.J when you get the chance."

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You decided who you wanted to talk with first.

"Alright, let's get Commander Fitzjames to start talking. I heard you like to talk based on Captain Croizer's journals. Tell me a story."

Nothing happened.

You try again.

"Commander James Fitzjames. I know you're here. Tell me what happened on your expedition. That's an order!" you barked.

Nothing but silence for the next ten minutes.

Maybe you ought to try Shane's approach.

"You better f*king rant about the Chinese Sniper Story or do something, or I'mma call you J.J, and there's f**k-all you can do to stop me."

You groan in annoyance after another few minutes passed. You somewhat did a gesture of table-flipping above the table.

To hell with PC and propriety if it's to capture some real evidence.

"Gentlemen! Aren't I a sight you thirsty buggers are looking for? Some female entertainment!?"

You're trying your luck here.

And still nothing.

Your time in the room was up.

You toggle back to the radio comms, and just as you were about to exit the Mess...

"Ryan, Shane.....I'm getting visuals."

"Negative, we don't see anything."

"Well, I'm seeing...I'm seeing what looks to be a Naval officer....I think it's Fitzjames."

"Then stay in there a bit longer! You have your spare flares and EPIRB" said Shane.

"Remember to keep recording the audio and visuals." said Ryan as he and Shane continued their investigation.

"But-"

Then radio static. The boys abandoned you.

Thanks a lot.

You switch back to the Spirit Box Mode.

"Hey...uh, I'm Sorry for the swearing earlier, but I guess I got your attention now."

The spectre started to manifest himself. He once looked handsome, but where one eye was, left a hollowed out socket. You could imagine how his hair used to be full of body and a deep brown. His pale skin ridden with scurvy patches.

It was horrifying to see, but you mustered as much courage as you could.

"You are a very handsome man. I wish I got to know you in person when you were alive. Were you afraid of dying so far away from home?"

He floated closer to you, a beady eyeball looking at you up and down in the darkness. Startled at how fast he moved toward you, you swam a bit further back. His expression changed from one of sorrow and fear to one of embarrassment.

"I apologise for my horrendous appearance and scaring you. It's been too long since I've ever seen another living human being such as yourself."

You cleared your throat; he's the first sentient spirit you've encountered.

"Horrendous? eh, No. You look terrifying. But I'm glad you're dressed for the occasion." you gesture to his officer's coat he wore with golden epaulettes and buttons to match. Real smooth.

You could have sworn he chuckled at your remark.

"You've got a lot of courage to be here on your own."

"Well, I'm not alone, but yes, to do this investigation in this room alone."

"But, why all the...theatrics?"

"Well, yes, my friend Ryan's constitution lacks such fortitude to antagonise ghosts. But Shane, my other friend, would antagonise them because he's a staunch skeptic."

Why am I suddenly using fancy-pants language?

"Why are you threatening to call me 'J.J'? And what's with all the colourful language?"

"Wait, NO FAIR!? You heard all of that and did nothing!?"

James smirked.

"It wasn't the entertainment I was expecting."

James laughed, causing your radio static to spike.

"Well, you kept on asking me to tell you a story. So, as 'punishment' as Francis calls it, I will retell... 'The Tragedy of The Franklin Expedition' - in other words, what happened to the 130 souls."

He retold the story as you listened with interest. He recounted the lead poisoning, the encounters with this spirit called the 'Tunnbaq', the mutiny. Sometimes you'd ask a few questions, to which he recounted with mixed enthusiasm.

"...so that's how I died, and maybe most of the other crew members."

"Hahaha, you got that right, Commander, absolutely f**k-all nothing can kill you."

He chuckled in agreement.

"--[Reader]!" came the interruption of Ryan's voice.

"Yes, I'm here!"

"Oh, thank God you're still alive. Are you done?"

"Let me finish up with this investigation first."

You toggled back to the Spirit Box to let James speak.

"We still have time."

"No, [Reader], I had my time. My only regret is that I did not live long enough to be able to do the things that were true to me."

"I promise..to live life to it's fullest and to my most honest. I'll do it...for you."

"[Reader], for bringing life back to this ship. It was a delight, but it'd be cruel of me to wish you stayed longer....and thank you, really, for listening to my story."

"Well, who knows? Maybe I'll see you again...in another life."

"Before you go...may I.."

He floated closer to you, closing the distance between you. If the water was cold before, now it was absolutely freezing. Your diving mask just fogged up with small ice crystals.

It was horrific to see his ravaged body, but you knew deep down that for once in a long time, someone could see him.

His icy fingers traced the hollows of your cheeks and across your lips. So badly, you just....

"You...you can hold me...if you want." you blurt out.

His eye met yours, a flicker of surprise.

"You...You would?"

Every ounce of fear that you usually had melted away as you pulled him into your own body. What once felt like you touching a skeleton felt like muscle and flesh again. His body was so cold, and you could feel your body starting to shut down from the cold. It was for James though; even just a taste of life again was all he wanted now.

"I haven't felt such a warm, living body in so long...How much I miss those days when I had life." he whispered into your radio. You rubbed his back gently with your fingertips.

"James, I...I'm so sorry that you couldn't live a full life. I want you to know that...even though you felt like you lived a life that was vanity. I can assure you that at vanity's end, that I will still hold you in high regard for your courage. You wanted to make a life for yourself - even if for the wrong reasons. That's not nothing. You and your men have inspired may more explorers and truth-seekers to come. That's a life worth celebrating and to be proud of."

He broke away with a smile. His skeletal fingers reached out to your gloved hand, and he placed a golden button from his uniform into your hands.

He smiled, revealing his decaying teeth from scurvy.

"I'll never forget your company. It'll be a long time before another one like you comes around."

You put the button into a hidden pocket inside your wetsuit, close to your breast.

"I'll always treasure this moment, and this gift for me. I'll never forget you."

"Farewell, and many happy expeditions for you yet [Reader]"

He smiled and waved you goodbye as you swam away. You could feel a tear running down your face.

Will he be okay being alone again?

You swam to the surface, the memories of his fingers tracing your face, and holding his body so vivid in your mind.

You climbed up and took off your diving gear, and to your surprise Ryan and Shane scrambled out from the cabin.

"Dude, we've been trying to contact you for the last 30 minutes. We thought you actually did join the ranks of the missing!."

"Wouldn't that be the evidence to finally prove that some weird shit happened to those men? That is the point of Unsolved, right?" you quipped.

The Boys went silent, as you laughed a little.

"Hey, [Reader], you got a scratch across your face. Looks really bad! What happened to you in there?"

You blinked in surprise, but it didn't really hurt.

"Oh...it's nothing. I mean-"

The team of the producers and staff came out, taking all your gear off you and throwing towels on you. The medics came out to check on you.

"[Reader], your body is so cold and your heart rate is so weak. It's as if you were dead for a couple of minutes." said the Medics.

They ushered you around until the end of the night, where you just collapsed on your bed into a blissful sleep.

When reviewing the audio recording...sadly, it was all static and it sounded like you were jacking off while hallucinating a conversation. It was a laugh for Ryan and Shane, much to your expense and millions of viewers on Youtube. You would be another account with no backing to the story you claimed it was.

"But I swear! He touched me, and I held him. And-"

Ryan wheezed, realising how wrong it sounded out of context.

"Arctic waters do that. Especially if you're not used to freezing cold water." Laughed Shane.

The producers immediately sent you to the doctors to get a check up upon return to the studio. Aside from the mysterious frost burn scars on your cheeks and lips, nothing seems to be wrong with you. While the studio offered to pay for cosmetic surgery, you decline - those scars are staying.

Even though many more episodes came and gone, you never forgotten yours with Fitzjames.

And to this day, you often polish the little gold button he gave you that night on the ship. And sometimes, as you drifted off to sleep, you could see his glowing face smiling down at you in your mind.

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To the person who submitted that confessions! post a while ago, here's the fanfic you've been waiting for.

Plus, there is one that’s getting refined and worked on in AO3

@terrorconfessions @amalthea9

“I just want me some good Fitzjames x Reader fanfics, is it too much to ask for?”

[longstoryshortikilledhim]

Did James Fitzjames give someone head in 1834?

Readers of B/attersby’s excellent biography may have been struck by this paragraph:

There is no doubt that young officers led a fairly energetic social life... Fitzjames recorded that he had been “skylarking with Boyd in the Gunroom at 10.00 p.m.” and almost choked to death. Who knows what the skylarking involved.

B/attersby implies that skylarking may be an innuendo - the evident meaning of the word larking  is “fooling around, frolicking” (1811 slang, thought to be the shortened version of skylarking) so it seems impossible to discern a definite meaning beyond a sense of aimless mischief for the purpose of entertaining oneself. (More on that later. So much more on that later.)

However, there’s another, more immediately resonant word that made me do a double-take: choke. 

Call me an old silly, but I think there are only a very limited number of things to choke on in a gunroom with your good mate.

broke: food - but the context doesn’t seem to support that (hard to see how a friend’s involvement matters in this context; no reason not to mention choking on a pudding; the euphemism of fooling around is unnecessary when you can just say eating).

woke: fight - if they were wrestling, James may have ended up in a choke hold; etymonline even cites skylarking with the possible meaning of  “play rough in the rigging of a ship” (1809 sailor’s slang). This could solve the case, since nautical slang fits the context - however, I think it still leaves the innuendo open [you don’t rig a ship from the gunroom - so what kind of rough play are we talking about that results in choking?], and the rest of the biography paints the portrait of a sensitive, genteel man who had a hard time fitting in the macho world of the navy (B/attersby makes an explicit point of this pp 45-49), and didn’t seem to enjoy physical fights (unless done with pillows for a laugh, see pp 99.) The only time where some form of rough play is mentioned is when James breaks up a fight (pp 158); furthermore, he was a victim of his captain’s abuse in 1833, only a year prior to the skylarking incident, when the St Vincent’s captain publicly beat him up on the quarter deck and confided him in a cabin for days as punishment for James arguing with somebody (pp 73). The unfair, rough punishment seems to have stayed with him. Speculation would further suggest that if you had a good fight with your mate, you may want to recount it in epic detail, instead of using an ambiguous euphemism. All things considered, I think the fight is plausible, but unlikely. 

bespoke: dick. He was choking on a dick.

I told about this to @ ktula, who was clever enough to look up the etymology of (sky)larking in a sexual context - and lo and behold:

the earliest recording of larking as a term to mean fellatio is from 1780

Could it be an accident that James used a word with such a strong double-meaning? 

I’m not yet fully convinced. Firstly, I couldn’t establish whether this meaning survived to Victorian times. Secondly, journals weren’t exactly private: they’d be passed down to your relatives (which is how some volumes of James’ journals, including this one, ended up in the archives) or prepared for publication. Would James, who only marked his sexual encounters with a modest X, risk including such a reference? On one hand, he was probably aware that his secret (if he indeed choked on something indecent) wouldn’t be safe in his journal; on the other hand, he was young and bored, and at this point, had no thought of fame or publication. 

What reinforces the possible double meaning of this skylarking incident is the fact that James’ biography can definitely withstand a queer reading. (Not even for shipping purposes - as a pansexual woman, I keep looking for kindred queer folk in history.) Note that the notorious X in his journals don’t betray the sex of his partner. Note, also, that he had “no sweetheart, and no intention to marry” (he thought about settling down before the Franklin expedition, but a sense of duty lingers over it.) 

He was an affectionate man who enjoyed the company and physical closeness of other men. He betrays attraction to women (too?), but I also find it noteworthy that his description of attractive women don’t follow conventional tropes of talking about the female body (pp 217). He had platonic friendships with women throughout his life, it’s very likely he had sexual/romantic relationships with some/many women, and bonded well with men; he was charming and well-travelled, and held surprisingly progressive views: B/attersby remarks on his open acceptance of “people of different skin colour and faith,” “respect of non-British, non-Christian cultures” (pp 206), an intense dislike of bigotry, and the suspicion that James himself might have been an atheist (pp 216). [show!James’ line that the Netsilik are “treacherous and cruel” was actually written by Charles Dickens ("The Lost Arctic Voyagers." 1854), and it’s something that would never have been uttered by the historical James.] 

It goes without saying that progressive thought doesn’t grant that somebody would be enlighted in all matters, and a lack of homophobia is not evidence of being queer - just a decent human being. There is also something to be said on sailors’ habits (engaging in homoerotic behaviours without being attracted to men). 

Still: I find the double meaning of skylarking compelling, and the queer reading of James’ biography is a comforting exercise for anyone looking for (potentially) queer heroes in history. He was a kind man who lived a happy life, and whom I admire both as a historical figure and a fictional character. I mean no disrespect by speculating on his sexual habits. It is likely to remain a mystery: not all his journals are public, some were lost, and all were rather discreet. 

[kxlebcross]

i was tagged by the amazing @skavdi, tysm! 🌺

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better.

top three ships: though i’m not a hardcore shipper anymore, it was still incredibly hard to choose, ngl... one of those is surely Genji x Zenyatta from Overwatch, and went far enough to even set up an own AU for them haha. The other two would be Francis Crozier x James Fitzjames and Thomas Jopson x Edward Little, both from The Terror Season 1. for_autumn_i_am over at @ao3 wrote some amazing stuff for them which definitely moved them higher up in the ranking.

last movie: it was the 2019 Lion King remake, even though i swore up and down that i’ll never watch it XD but it was a really neat movie and little Simba was baby, might rewatch it later.

currently reading: tbqh i’m not much of a reader lately, but if that counts, i started a supernatural horror/thriller novel by one polish author which my teacher recommended. didn’t get far in it, maybe like 70 pages in, before getting distracted by video games again XD 

food i’m craving: anything from kfc? or a pizza. or something from that neat asian bistro i’ve found the last time. i’m hungry af, i’d eat anything atm XD not getting breakfast was a dumb move i think.

i’m tagging @orneryrps @kuwentista @audreyrph @hcnncssy @mountainhearts and everyone else who wants to do it, get wild sweethearts 🖤

[quesselfships]

OH BIG MOOD

I can't do like 99% of canon ships because of it, or even just popular m/f ships for my f/os (I can usually do m/m and not have an issue, and I'm fine with sharing f/o's with other self shoppers no matter the gender)

But like, you gotta remember, he would choose you, in a heartbeat, because he loves you! Even if he had dated someone in canon, they must have lacked something you have, something that makes you perfect for him.

You guys are the true OTP. Frankly for ship weeks like that I prefer to imagine they're best friends who are plotting ways to surprise you! Sometimes you need a ride or die friend to do practice dates on.

it's "[canon x canon ship] week" for one of my f/os and his tag is flooded with it... n like half of it isn't tagged as the ship so i can't blacklist it.... really feeling that jealousy/loneliness tonight

[daincrediblegg]

Jared Harris Characters Masterlist

It’s time I admit this one ain’t going away folks. You know the drill. Follow me @pen-and-panic​ and turn on notifications to be notified when new fic/filled ask prompts drop. 18+ stuff denoted with an asterisk (*). Enjoy my loves.

ONE WARM LINE CHAPTER 1 PREVIEW IS UP!

FRANCIS CROZIER

One Warm Line (Crozier x Self-Insert) COMING SOON.

FROM @trantors : Lady Terror x Crozier Drabble 

KISS BINGO ENTRY: JAMES FITZJAMES X READER

3 Sentence Fic: Francis x Lady Terror, Western AU

3 Sentence Fic: Francis x Lady Terror, Epistolary

LADY TERROR BIO

VALERY LEGASOV

“You look like you need to stop, do you?”

Stay the Night

UNNAMED MINI-SERIES BASED ON MORE PROMPTS: COMING SOON

HARI SELDON

Unnamed Hari x Calliope (OC) fic: COMING SOON

[gaunt-and-hungry]

Okay. Honest inquiry.

What Reader X Character should I work on next?

[gaunt-and-hungry]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

From @library-child This looked like a lot of fun and I thought it would be a delight to do! Thank you for everything!

How many works do you have on AO3? Seven

What's your total AO3 word count?

32,832 words

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly just The Terror

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? "If we sing the song of our people" - 129 "Embouchure of Leviathans" - 20 "Basic Needs" - 10 "To Make a Captain Scream" - 5 "Shelter" - 5

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do. I do enjoy engaging with the community I write with. We have a shared interest that is very profound. The Terror fandom is very different from any other fandom I have experienced. There is a uniqueness to it that is unlike anything I have ever seen. I do enjoy it deeply. I love seeing what others think and how I have impacted them and be able to really see how my work reflects on their individual!

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I cannot say I have written a fic with an angsty ending before!

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Brine and Ice. I am still working on edits and posting to Ao3. It's mostly finished in the workshop however it is rather rough. I still have to smooth out riggings and sails on it. But people live. People fall in love. People get the relief they need. Do you get hate on fics? If I do, it is not something that is vocalised! Either that or it has gone right over my head and I have disregarded it. So not to my knowledge! Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Of course I do! I write a lot of good wholesome delight and smut and reader insert content. We are on a ship, after all...

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I do not write crossovers. I am not particularly crazy about them myself. They do not suit my palette. I think the craziest fic I wrote was for a friend and it was some Lovecraftian porn. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Goodness no. Not that I am aware of. That sounds awful! Have you ever had a fic translated? Not yet. Though I could translate my own fics if I so wished. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! I have co written several fics though I doubt any of them are posted anywhere. What's your all-time favorite ship? Francis Crozier x James Fitzjames or Francis Crozier x Thomas Jopson What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? No such thing. How dare ye.

What are your writing strengths? I descriptions, I think. Immersion as well, I hope. Or at least I think I am quite sound in that field. I spend a lot of time studying and focusing on era / age/ time appropriate materials and consume a lot of media that already is proper-set for my focus. This means immersion into that area and space is usually easy for me coupled with my ability to describe things.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Hetero romance and I sometimes struggle with properly articulating when time has passed. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I am a polyglot. First fandom you wrote for? Does Crime and Punishment count? Favorite fic you've ever written? I do love them all equally though I am currently most invested and beloved of Brine and Ice which currently exceeds 100,000 words in its current form. It is a guilty pleasure fic and shamelessly at that. It is a process to make it postable for Ao3 currently. Tagging: @smileofacaffeinatedsaint, @charismat1c-megafauna, @wantsusdead, @tommyjop, @ashton-slashton, @alittletoosmarttobestraight, @pretendingday I tried to think of all the fic writers I am following or are mutuals with. Please include yourself if I have missed you!

[gone-grl-gone]

Same here, OP.

“I just want me some good Fitzjames x Reader fanfics, is it too much to ask for?”

[amalthea9]

Aaaww the Ghoul Boys AND FitzJames?! Yes please.💖 well done writer!

“I just want me some good Fitzjames x Reader fanfics, is it too much to ask for?”