#joplittle fic

[tozlittle]

[maedhrus]

you start thinking of edward little as a girl dad once and it literally does not stop

[strogoff-era]

Day 8 - Funny as hell

The Best Part of Waking Up by soft_october

Sorry Ned, but your panicking is just too funny </3 It's fluffy, it's silly, I love it. Ned tries to make coffee, asks for help 10.000 times and only get one (1) help.

Also I deeply relate to this fic as i've once tried to make coffee and failed so hard I still get told about this one year later. Earl makes "worst coffee ever" asked to leave school-organized event

[alxiet]

uhhhm I read TRULY FASCINATING fic https://archiveofourown.gay/works/30378480/chapters/74892135 by @longstoryshortikilledhim and it completely changed my brain chemistry so I made this joplittle sketch some time ago

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

any fics where ned has nipple piercings is an automatic 10/10 for me

[oughtnots]

my art for the reverse bang this year! these illustrations are for @derry-rain's amazing fic, barghest. please go check it out!!

[fredoesque]

“Ah, Jopson.” Edward tries to smile. “You needn’t call me ‘Captain’. I’m a lieutenant yet, merely—that is—you needn’t.”

“It’s common courtesy, sir, when a man has command of a ship.” Jopson doesn’t look like a man who has just lost a friend. He doesn’t look like a man who hasn’t slept in three days. He looks like a steward, with his hands steady and his head bowed.

Edward envies his composure, pities his composure, cannot, must not look at his eyes.

Or: on New Year’s Eve, 1847, Francis Crozier dies. All told, it changes very little.

finally posted my joplittle break-it (opposite of a fix-it)!!

[abrahamvanhelsings]

i think edward little would be great at emails actually. i think he'd love having to opportunity to think abt what he needs to say and formulate it well and concisely. i think he'd write perfectly ok emails, to the point but polite enough not to be blunt. in normal circumstances he'd receive normal emails and write normal replies and it would be fine. the problem in terror is that he keeps getting increasingly upsetting emails from his boss and they're all no-reply

[lieutenant-catboy-little]

self rec

@fightthesun tagged me to do a fic author self rec, and list my five favorite works of my own. tyyy love

Performance, ned/crozier, rated E, 1,152 words

toxic boss!crozier/employee!ned w praise kink and exhibitionism. i'm always crazy abt ned and crozier and really enjoy their dynamic here and how grimy this fic feels.

I'm always getting lost, solittle, rated E, 9,607 words (5 chapters)

technically ned/tozer but mostly a story abt ned growing up asexual. i'm ace and i always want more and better ace representation and I'm pretty pleased with ned's journey in this one AND someone told me it made them have a good conversation with a friend which is the ultimate praise for a fic like this.

I'll just give you me, solittle, rated E, 2,139 words

solittle knights which is a VERY important solittle au to me, feat. nedner and some bittersweet romance. I just think their roles feel very natural here, the setting is very dreamy, and the intimacy is fitting and hot.

The Work Happy, joplittle, rated E, 2,003 words

canon era nedner and some spicy roleplay. another one where I feel like the dialogue and sex flow naturally and ned and tom get to have a very sweet and bittersweet moment at the end where I lay down some of my nedner thesis.

The Surviving of Wind and Water, queerplatonic nedving, rated E, 1,403 words

some lowkey canon era nedving after a long day. i really like that this story is very soft and quiet, and the sex isn't explosive but still loving and familiar; i think it feels real emotionally and grounded in the setting. it's also a bit of my nedving manifesto.

i'll tag @manicpixiedreamjop, @charlesdesvoeux, @moghraidhs, @recliquary, and @thedailylifeofafailedvodkaaunt if any of you want to do it any capacity!

[dead-freight]

FFRMC day 15 - silly and fun

my love is otherwise by @jkrockin

The Terror | Jopson/Little | E | 7k+ words

a mail-order bride AU

ned is so oblivious. lord help him. very cute.

[heronmare]

sharing my new fic here for all the other joplittle enthusiasts out there:

Fandom: The Terror (2018)

Relationships: Thomas Jopson/Edward Little, Edward Little & Francis Crozier, Thomas Jopson & Francis Crozier

Words: 5.8K

Tags: everybody dies/nobody lives, hurt/very little comfort, character study through religious symbolism

Summary:

When they leave the men behind, Edward Little turns back.

[tylered-up-in-blue]

calling all freaks and friends I have mentioned before that I'm writing a (very loose, more generally Wildean) Importance of Being Earnest AU (yes, it is called The Importance of Being Frank -courtesy of @aziracrowbrain) and it WILL be ridiculous! I am loving it though and am aiming to get the first chapters out by the end of the week

in the meantime I'm gonna post the chapter titles because I think they are funny.

1: letters and hats and other such modern troubles.

2: those who are not husband hunting are avoiding their husbands

3: NOW ANNOUNCING: LADY MARIA, ANGEL OF THE EQUATOR!

4: i am sure there is a proverb about drink and revelations

5: sewing seeds is a morbid ordeal when one is no successful farmer

6: It seems everyone is happily in love but me

7: only for a Little while

8: is it quite polite to make merry at the wake?

 9: do I dare to wish for repair without repetition?

10: the truth -rarely pure and never simple

[maedhrus]

Edward Little wears a wedding ring. It is plain gold, well cleaned. But he makes no mention of this vague ghost of Mrs Little, not even her name. Edward and Thomas arrive in the Arctic already married.

thanks to the mcnulty bts photo and @unrealwasteland please help yourselves to some joplittle "they've been married the entire time" agenda

[marshmallow--galaxies]

FFRMC 2024 Day 2!!

Prompt: AU of my heart

Today I'm reccing the maternal instincts series by @maedhrus!! It's one of my fave joplittle fics, its so beautifully written and satisfying! It's also got jopson gender feels in it, which I go crazy for every time! Give it a read if you haven't already!

[toadminako]

ffrmc day 16: spine-chilling

belonging by whalersandsailors

M | joplittle | 4k | AU - Creatures & Monsters, Uncanny Valley, Horror

There is something strange about Terror's stewards, but Edward knows not what.

If, like me, you would mark yourself down as scared AND horny whenever you accidentally gaze into Liam Garrigan's silvery blue eyes then boy do I have a fic for you!

This story is just dripping with effective dread and mystery, and I was so absorbed that I wished it could be spun off into a whole series, but it's delightfully ambiguous as a standalone.

[ferylcheryl]

“Yes, Miss Little?”

Thora Jopson did not even turn to address the thin, mournful girl lurking behind the spinning magazine carousel. Only when Edie Little remained mute did she raise her gaze, the guarded marine serenity of it, from the goods beneath the glass.

Edie knew it was a ruse. Thora had no interest in the bright array before her, neither the thin dazzle of the paste jewelry nor the driving gloves draped over each other like birds’ wings, neither the collar stays nor the cufflinks nor—shudder to think—the ghastly porcelain figurines of drunkards or donkeys or cherub-cheeked boys sitting on fences. She simply had too good of taste. But just as Thora had pretended to be so absorbed in browsing that she had not noticed Edie until now, it was now Edie’s turn to confect some excuse to be there. She grabbed a random magazine from the rack and held it out.

“I just popped in for… this.”

“Astonishing Planet?”

Edie looked down at the cover, which featured a brunette in a metal breastplate grappling with a leering, tentacled Martian.

“Y-yes,” she nodded. “For Miss Tozer.”

“Is Miss Tozer aware that such material is contraband?”

Edie frowned. “I… hadn’t thought of that.”

“I won’t tell.” She crossed her arms and smiled in her close-mouthed way. Then, when Edie continued just to stand there: “Well? Are you getting it or not?”

Thora had a way of seeming to dismiss you each time she turned away again, and by the time she was finished with her own purchases—gray thread, stamps, a tin of rose balm—Edie wasn’t sure if she remembered she was there. Edie paid for the magazine and a pack of Old Golds and peeped out the storefront window to see if Thora had waited. Yes, there she was, facing away. Navy wool peacoat, collar turned up to almost touch the dark gloss of her low chignon. She was, Edie realized miserably, speaking with someone.

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