#terror fanfic

[boogiewoogieweeb]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Thomas Jopson/Edward Little Characters: Thomas Jopson, Edward Little (1811-c.1848), Other characters mentioned in passing - Character Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Frottage, Coming In Pants, It's always in the orlop, Disclaimer: Everything I know about ship layouts I learned from Wikipedia, Ned Little: Undefeated Worrying Champ™, Pining Edward Little, In which Ned suffers from post-nut morbs not post-nut clarity, It gets a little angsty towards the end there but don't worry Summary:

“A temptation, sir?” Jopson asks, voice low and pensive. Edward closes his own eyes to the sound and wills Jopson away: to go find Peddie or perhaps MacDonald, even Irving or Hodgson. Anywhere but here where his scent tempts Edward's nostrils like the finest pipesmoke, where he can very nearly feel the heat radiating from Jopson's body like the memory of the sun beating down upon the cobbled streets of Valletta.

“Am I a temptation to you, Lieutenant Little?”

Edward Little unexpectedly goes into rut. Fortunately, Thomas Jopson is at hand to help.

[notkingyet2]

A Treatise on Wondrous Phenomena.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Relationship: Harry D. S. Goodsir/Graham Gore

Summary: Mr Goodsir: [earnestly examines Lt Graham Gore as if he were a mollusc] Lt Graham Gore (to himself): This is great. I’m going to get a good grade in being a mollusc, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve,

Notes: Prompt: “GoodGore. Petplay. Gore is a mollusc.” Disclaimer: Author is not a marine biologist.

Additional Tags: molluscplay, Established Relationship, Canon Era, place this wherever you must on your own personal AU timeline to make it make sense

[holycatsandrabbits]

Full fic posted! 

Thomas Jopson is not just a good steward, he's actually psychic. So he knows Lt. Little is falling in love with him.

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018), The Terror - Dan Simmons Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thomas Jopson/Edward Little, Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Thomas Armitage/Solomon Tozer (background), Harry D. S. Goodsir/Alexander McDonald (background), John Bridgens/Henry "Harry" Peglar (background), Francis Crozier & Thomas Jopson Characters: edward little, Thomas Jopson, Francis Crozier, James Fitzjames, Thomas Armitage, Solomon Tozer, Harry D. S. Goodsir, Alexander McDonald, John Bridgens, Henry "Harry" Peglar, Henry Foster Collins, Lady Silence | Silna (The Terror), John Irving, Stephen S. Stanley, Thomas Blanky, Tuunbaq (The Terror), Cornelius Hickey Additional Tags: Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, psychic powers, Mind Reading, Clairvoyance, except Tuunbaq is interfering with Thomas’s abilities, Thomas is wound really tight, but you would be too if you had to hear everyone’s thoughts, AU Canon Divergence, Minor Character Death, Jopson & Crozier are close friends, First Kiss, First Time, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Romance, Secrets, Heavy pining, Lead poisoning scurvy and Tuunbaq oh my, True Love, Happy Ending Summary:

Thomas sensed that Crozier wanted more water. Well. Crozier wanted whiskey, but Thomas had sat him down years ago and foretold a life spent suffering at the bottom of a bottle— for it wasn’t only minds that Thomas could read, but at times the future— and Crozier had done what it took to break himself of the habit before it got its claws too far into him. He was the bravest, strongest man Thomas knew. So Thomas poured Crozier water and smiled at Crozier’s internal grumblings about Fitzjames and his stories.

Oh, Little thought. I’ve not seen him smile before. There can’t be anything lovelier. He could be the sun on an arctic night. If he ever looked at me like that, I might burn up and be glad for it.

Thomas nearly spilled the water all over Crozier.

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[fizzywrench]

OK I've been looking for 2 days it's time to ask for help -

:readmore:

I am looking for a fanfic of The Terror (2018) that I just cannot fucking find. The only thing I remember about it was Francis' opening narration about how "the theban bands of the infantry were all well and good, but in the navy they didn't have to be five feet from the man they were fucking at all times to be efficient in battle" and also something about how different captains had wildly differing standards of conduct on their ships and the strict ones tended not to last long, one in particular possibly being thrown overboard by his men.

If anyone has read a Terror fiction like this please link it below or send it to me, I would really like to read it again

[jamesjamesonfitzjames]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry D.S. Goodsir/Henry Foster Collins/Original Female Character, Henry Foster Collins/Billy Orren (mentioned) Characters: Harry D. S. Goodsir, Henry Foster Collins, Rowan Douglas (OFC), Billy Orren Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Canonical Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, leading into, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary:

For Terror Poly Week 2023 and a gift for @dark-whimsy!

Betas were the gold standard. It was known. They caused no trouble by way of their anatomy, they required no additional medications in order to function, they were clear headed and not swayed by hormones or cycles or pheromones from others. Oh, some Alphas could perform, as long as they were mellow, needed little intervention, could hold themselves to the high standard set by the Betas they kept company with. Most even succeeded in that regard. ... Collins could attest that even having won a particular kind of genetic lottery, being both an Alpha and having a rut so mild as to be managed with nothing more than a quick wank by himself, it wasn’t easy. His father had raised him to work harder, be mellower, more agreeable, and it had got him this far, working his way up to being the Second Master aboard H.M.S. Erebus.

 Alpha Henry Collins was preparing to make a move with Omega Billy Orren. But Billy Orren dies, leaving Collins with his best friend and a very kind and helpful doctor to soothe his grief.

[sentient-stove]

“Over there is Drake, he’s with us because JL Light kept saying no to the teenage group so now they made him my and JLD’s problem. Also he kept trying to raise the dead. And kept succeeding.”

“It’s not my fault it’s so easy,” Drake muttered without looking away from his project. “And Batman wasn’t dead the last time. You bring back three people and suddenly everyone thinks you’re a budding necromancer. It shouldn’t be my fault I’m using the available resources for the best solution.”

Constantine somehow looked even more dead than Elle as he pointed to the teenager that had taken up residence on the counter, the rest of the space covered with no less than four laptops. “Do not see him as a role model. He broke reality that first time.”

Man, she already knew they were going to get along like a house on fire. Elle waved cheerfully at Drake. “Quack.” She said. Constantine just sighed and went for his lighter.

Drake looked at her in befuddlement. “Quack?”

“A drake is a duck yeah? So, quack.”

“I prefer the drakes being dragons route.” He said. “More mysterious and powerful.”

“Ah. Rawr then.” The lesser of the two options. Drake had clearly never met a true duck. Maybe Elle could sneak one in one of these days and introduce Drake to a better namesake.

[justaz]

a spell is cast on camelot that thins the veil enough for ghosts to appear. the catch? the ghosts that appear are spirits of people that were killed by the person they’re haunting. the knights have a good amount of bandits/raiders/whatever that they took down in battle, maybe a few shady knights have genuinely innocent people that they murdered and got away with. the executioner’s killings are transferred to the king since he was simply acting out the king’s commands. arthur has quite a few. uther has hundreds of sorcerers in various states of gore and horror. those who were hanged have perpetually bent necks, those who were beheaded have either no head or just a head floating a bit above their body, and those who were burnt are more charred remains (the most grisly of them all). merlin has more than anyone expected (which was zero) and all of them keep calling out for arthur/uther’s death and camelot’s downfall while also turning to merlin and calling him a traitor.

[ravewing]

royal skywing family portrait

top - queen markhor ; left - prince ptarmigan ; center - princess cathartes ; right - prince condor

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[damiansgoodgirll]

Damian and the reader get into a argument at work due to him being with Rhea 24/7 and not careing about her. Feelings and ends smut! ?

changed the “at work” part but i hope you enjoy this anyway ❤️

damian priest x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️angst, a lot of feelings, damian neglecting reader, mention of smut‼️

all night long

you loved damian, he was your boyfriend.

and you loved rhea too, she was your best friend.

and after the event of summerslam you saw them bonding more than before, you actually didn’t mind, they’ve always been great friends and after suffering from the action of their old team members, you could understand why they were so close.

what you didn’t understand was why damian was taking you for granted and spending more time with rhea.

he trained more with her, everytime you had plans he always brought rhea along, romantic movie nights became horror movies nights and you couldn’t stand it anymore.

it was like damian was treating you both as friends and you didn’t know why, especially since you were his girlfriend and not a normal friend.

but one night in particular made you out of your mind. it made you go crazy.

you were at home, already dressed in your nice and comfy outfit, waiting for damian to pick you up and drive you both to your mom’s birthday party. you were so excited to see all of your family together again and you couldn’t wait for your little cousin to meet damian, he was a huge fan and when you first told him that you were dating he couldn’t believe it until he saw the pictures. so now it was all he talked about.

but damian wasn’t home yet and the party was about to start.

you called him and texted him but with no response.

“fuck it…” you whispered. you weren’t going to miss your mom’s birthday and you sure weren’t going to miss it because of damian. so you took your car and drove all the way downtown to see your mom and family.

everyone noticed the little tension you had. your mom asked you about damian and you simply told her that he was working and he was coming later but you weren’t so sure at this point that he would show up.

you texted him probably 20 times that night but he never replied back.

“oh it’s damian…let me answer” you saw his name popping up on your phone, almost two hours later since the party started.

“where the fuck are you damian? it’s almost ten and you were supposed to be at home by eight…” you shouted-whispered, trying not to catch attention. you slowly dragged yourself into the backyard, out of everyone sight.

“i’m so sorry amor but i don’t think i can make it tonight…” he said, making your heart miss a few beats.

“the fuck are you talking about?” you wanted to scream so loud but you knew you couldn’t “get your ass up here damian, everyone is waiting for you!”

“i’m still at the gym mi amor…” you didn’t even let him finish talking.

“i don’t care! it’s my mom’s birthday and you promised damian…you promised you were going to be there, so get your ass up here now!” you were seeing black.

“i…i don’t think i can make it in time hermosa, i’m still training with rhea and…”

“of course you’re with her” you whispered, your words definitely catching damian’s attention.

“what did you say y/n?” his voice sounded more serious.

“nothing, just stay at the gym and train with her since she’s more important than me anyway, hope you have a good night” and before he could reply you hung up on him.

your mama was really sad when you told her that he wasn’t able to come because of work, but she understood, she had a great bond with damian and she liked him really much so, of course, she was a bit disappointed but she knew damian work was a lot.

in the meantime damian was stunned by your words. you really thought he cared about rhea like that?

“is everything okay dam?” rhea asked him, noticing the look he had on his face.

“yeah…i think y/n’s mad…”

“what did you do to make her mad?” she teased him, earning a chuckle from his lips.

“nothing important…let’s finish this so i can be home in thirty minutes” so he continued his training with rhea while you were trying the best to keep a smile on your face while everyone was celebrating your mom but inside you were breaking.

once the party ended you took your sweet time coming back home. not wanting to see damian, you took the longest route and passed by some of your favorite restaurants and bars, watching the couples inside and wondering if they had the same problems you had or if they were just happily living their relationships.

damian was waiting for you at home. knowing he was mad he wanted to make it up to you so, before coming home, he stopped by and brought you some chocolate and flowers.

when he heard the car outside he knew that he was going to get yelled at but he was ready. what he wasn’t ready to face was you entering the house and ignoring him, pretending he wasn’t there when he tried to talk to you.

“…can you please look at me? i know you’re mad and i’m completely sorry for tonight…but don’t ignore me like this” he followed you when you took out your shoes and placed them in the closet next to the front door. he followed you when you turn off the lights from the living room and went to the bedroom. he followed you because you wouldn’t let him speak and he hated it.

“that’s how i felt when you ignored me damian…” you simply said, trying not to show any emotion.

“i didn’t mean to ignore you…you know…we were training because this weekend we have an important match in berlin, a very important big match and we want to be perfect for that show” he said, his face not showing any emotion.

“oh so my mom’s birthday wasn’t important? i told you weeks ago to take a few hours, not even a full day, just a few hours off of work so you could have gone with me to her birthday! you should have seen everyone’s faces when i told them that my boyfriend completely forgot about her birthday and preferred to train… pretty sure no one likes you anymore” you didn’t mean to be so hard on him, but you were mad and you had every right to be. it’s not what you said to your family, you just told them that he was busy working and couldn’t come but you wanted him to feel at least guilty.

“and i told you i’m so sorry for missing her birthday, i’ll make it up to her but please you have to understand that -…”

“no damian! i don’t have to understand anything! the only thing i want to understand is why my boyfriend is neglecting me! and it’s not only about tonight, it’s about all the other things that used to be ours and now they’re not!” you couldn’t keep your emotions under control and so a few tears fell from your eyes “it’s about the dates you cancelled because rhea needed you, it’s about the movie nights you invited her over when those were our movie nights…it’s about rhea joining us everywhere we go, it’s about you being more at work than home, and when you’re home you don’t even acknowledge my presence…this is what’s about and you probably don’t even realise how bad it hurts…” you turned, not wanting to see him.

he had no idea about the pain he was causing you. he taught that supporting rhea during this difficult time was the best decision but not when you were feeling this way. he didn’t think that bringing rhea everywhere you went was a problem because he knew you were good friends but that was the problem. he didn’t think. he didn’t think about your feelings. he didn’t know what you were feeling because he didn’t have time for you.

and now, you crying because of him was making it worse.

“mariposa…i’m so fucking sorry…i-i had no idea you were feeling like this…” he couldn’t find enough words to express how sorry he was.

“yeah…i shouldn’t be the one to tell you this by the way…but it’s clear you like spending time with her more than me…” you were feeling jealous of your own best friend. the one who just got married. the one who wanted you to be her bridesmaid. but you couldn’t help the feeling of knowing that they were together 24/7 because of their work.

“you think i want her?” no answer from you “you think i want her? answer me y/n…you think i want rhea?” his eyes black, staring at you, staring at your soul.

you knew you were stupid to doubt of damian’s love for you, you knew he loved you and you knew he didn’t think of rhea like that but he had no idea how it felt being neglected by the man you loved “you don’t know how i felt damian…” and it was true, all those dates he missed just because he had to train with her, the movie nights were it was just the two of you, the football games he used to take you alone, you missed the little things that made you happy.

“i told you…i’m so sorry for what happened” damian apologised for the millionth time that night.

“i don’t care if you’re sorry damian! i shouldn’t be the one to remind you that you have a girlfriend waiting for you at home …” he wasn’t even seeing your point of view, he was just mad that you thought that there was something going on between him and rhea.

“we can keep screaming at each other or we can talk about this like two adults” he said, waiting for a response from you.

“i definitely don’t wanna talk tonight. it’s late, i’m tired and i have things to do tomorrow…” you said, stripping down from your clothes and putting your pj on.

“so we are going to bed mad at each other?” he asked, watching every movement that you made.

“i don’t know, i’m definitely not sleeping with you damian tonight. you pick. you take the guest bedroom or i will, i don’t care, i’m just tired…”

damian couldn’t believe his ears “we are not sleeping apart, we talk about this now…”

you sighed “there’s not much to talk about damian. you’ve been neglecting me for weeks and if i didn’t speak you wouldn’t even have noticed it, so, it’s pretty clear to me that i’m not important as you are for me…ask her to keep you company tonight” a tear fell down from your eye but you were quick to wipe it away.

“stop that nonsense y/n! por favor! i messed up, i know that! but stop bringing rhea into this! it’s about me and you…i know i fucked up! i thought i was being a nice friend, i thought that it would have helped her heal from what happened at summerslam…i thought that you didn’t mind having rhea with us all the time because you are great friends but i didn’t think about how you might have felt and that was my fault…that was my mistake and i realise i fucked up…but don’t ever say that i care about rhea more than i care about you because that’s absolutely bullshit!” he didn’t mean to scream but you were the most important person in his life and he couldn’t handle the idea of you thinking so less about your relationship. he loved you with all of his heart.

were you really so blind to doubt about his love for you?

you couldn’t keep your tears inside any longer so you let them fall.

damian opened his big arms for you and gently hugged you, letting you cry all of your tears “i’m so sorry that i made you feel this way y/n…i had no idea how you felt but i promise you, from now on, no more rhea, just us…”

“i don’t mind having her around, she’s my best friend…but you are my boyfriend and, and there are moments where i feel like you just treat me as a friend…there are moments where i want you just for myself…” you cried into his shirt.

he couldn’t find words. he knew he hurt you and the way you were crying told him everything he needed to know “i’m so sorry mi amor…”

“it’s okay i guess…” you mumbled against his chest.

“no it’s not okay…i fucked up and i know that, i’m so sorry i made you feel that way…but at the same time i can’t believe you would even think that i would want rhea the same way i want you…it makes me feel like i failed somehow, as a boyfriend” he confessed, making you look into his eyes.

“you didn’t fail…i think we should have talked about this instead of screaming at each other…i’m sorry too…” you apologised, realising that maybe you went too far too.

“look at me y/n…” he slowly lifted your chin up, making you look at him “you’re the only person i want, the only person i need…and i would spend all night long to prove it too you” his thumb gently wiped your tears away “all night long…” he repeated, whispering against your lips before he planted a small kiss upon your lips, testing the waters.

when he felt you reacting to the kiss, he went deeper. slowly opening his mouth a little more, biting your lips, making you moan into his mouth “you’re the only one i want” he whispered again, making you believe that.

his hands moved to your hips, lightly pushing you on the bed, his lips never leaving yours “i promised you, i would spend all night to make it up to you hermosa…” and he did maintain his promise.

showing you how sorry and sad he was that you ever doubt his love for you. showing you how horny and hard you get him, because you are the only woman to have that affect on him. showing you how deeply in love he is with you because he can’t live without you.

[boogiewoogieweeb]

So, uh... I've uploaded my first Joplittle fic to AO3 if anyone's interested...

[alwaysaliceangel]

"Soy mitad agonía, mitad esperanza"

[holycatsandrabbits]

A modern AU (non-Terror fans welcome) Grad student Henry Peglar rents an apartment above a bookstore with a gorgeous DILF manager named John Bridgens. One snowy night, Henry decides to seduce his downstairs neighbor.

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018), The Terror - Dan Simmons Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Bridgens/Henry "Harry" Peglar, George Henry Hodgson/John Irving, Thomas Jopson/Edward Little (established) Characters: John Bridgens, Henry "Harry" Peglar, George Henry Hodgson, John Irving (1815-c.1848), Thomas Jopson, Edward Little (1811-c.1848) Additional Tags: Age Difference, Light Dom/sub, light age kink, au bookstore, AU grad school, AU modern age America, Art History, Mutual Pining, Sexual Tension, Seduction, other cold boy romances as subplots, specifically Hodgving and Joplittle, cause the lieuts work at the bookstore, matchmaker Jopson, Humor, Happy Ending, non-Terror fans welcome

A @theterrorbingo fic for the prompt "Bookshop AU" 

Chapter 2 will post on April 1

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[sapphic-terror]

headcannon - Tyler totally kisses Kate’s scar.

Okay, so this is a few years down the line, they’re an established couple and marriage is this distant but not far thing, the important thing is they’re happy and content and okay and that’s a rare thing for people like them. Over the years everyone’s slowly healed, Kate got therapy, Javi got therapy, they actually talked and slowly dealt with everything. So, she eventually starts wearing shorts more and more often. The scar is still this big reminder of everything that happened, but she’s slowly learning to accept it. Then, Tyler starts doing this thing where when the two of them are together, (Kate’s watching the news or reading and his head is in her lap, just cuddling her because that man’s love language is gifts and touch) he presses a kiss to her scar. At first she doesn’t even notice because it’s a quick barely there thing, like it’s a subconscious movement almost.

And then Kate notices, and she notices it happens so damn often. Like Tyler’s barely aware and at the same time it’s almost worshiping, like it’s second hand nature to love the thing that for years she hated with a passion. And he just keeps don’t it, and brushing his fingers against the scar, and staring at it with this barely concealed awe and she doesn’t not get it.

So Kate finally snaps and asks him why? And she’s really asking, why do you love the worst part of me, because the scar to her represents her failure and how it lead to her friend’s deaths. Tyler just stares at her, because to him it is so simple and easy he stopped questioning it years ago, because it means you survived. And he’s really saying, because it means you’re here and alive and I got to love you, I got to be loved by you.

And he’s really saying, your survival is beautiful and I love you for it.

(Somebody steal my computer and phone, I have so many thoughts about these idiots.)

[keekee-23]

Daddy Tag Team

A Y/N X Damian Priest Fluff Fanfiction

Summary: Damian Priest tackles his biggest challenge yet – caring for his daughter, Luna, while Y/N is away. Through diaper changes and sleepless nights, Damian discovers that being a dad is the most rewarding match of them all.

Damian Priest stood in the doorway of their home, Luna cradled in his strong arms, as Y/N zipped up her suitcase one last time. The look on her face was a mix of determination and unease. This was her first time leaving Damian alone with their baby girl for 2 days, and though she trusted him completely, there was still that lingering doubt.

"You sure you’re going to be okay?" Y/N asked, her voice laced with concern as she straightened up, her eyes flicking between Damian and Luna.

Damian chuckled, his deep voice full of reassurance. "Babe, I’ve faced steel cages, ladders, and even Gunther. I think I can handle our little princesa for a few days."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “You do realize she’s teething, right? And she’s been extra fussy these past few days.”

Damian nodded, shifting Luna to his other arm. “We’ve got this, haven’t we, princesa?” he cooed at his daughter, who responded by drooling on his shirt.

Y/N tried to smile, but the worry lines on her forehead didn’t quite smooth out. "I know, I know… it’s just, you’ve never been alone with her for this long before. If you need anything, just—"

"—call you," Damian finished for her, leaning in to press a kiss on her lips. "I’ve got this, Y/N. “Go, save the world or whatever it is you do,” Damian teased. “We’ll be here when you get back. Hopefully, with the house still standing.”

Y/N laughed softly, still hesitant, but she knew she had to trust Damian. He was her rock, after all. She turned her attention to Luna, who was happily tugging at Damian’s long hair with a tight grip, her tiny face full of curiosity.

"Mama’s gonna miss you, sweet girl," Y/N cooed, leaning in to kiss Luna’s chubby cheek. Luna gurgled in response, her big eyes lighting up as she reached for her mother’s face.

Y/N reluctantly pulled away, feeling the sting of leaving her baby, but knowing that her work demanded it. As she slid into the waiting Uber, she looked back at Damian and Luna, both waving at her from the doorway. She forced herself to smile and gave them a little wave back before the car pulled away.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Luna’s face scrunched up, and her lower lip began to quiver. Damian looked down at her, already feeling a pang of worry. “Uh-oh. No need to cry, sweetheart. Daddy’s here.”

The lip quiver quickly escalated into a full-blown wail. Damian’s eyes widened. “Okay, okay, we can handle this.” He began to pace the room, gently bouncing her in his arms like he’d seen Y/N do countless times before. “You’re okay, Luna. We’re just going to have some fun today, right? Just Daddy and his little girl.”

After a few more laps around the living room, Luna finally calmed down, her big brown eyes staring up at Damian as if to say, I’m watching you, Dad. Damian took a deep breath. “Alright, first things first—diaper change.”

What should have been a simple task turned into a comedy of errors. Damian laid Luna on the changing table and began to undo her onesie, but the tiny snaps on the fabric seemed to defy him at every turn. “Come on, it’s just a snap,” he muttered, finally getting it open only for Luna to kick her legs and send a tiny sock flying across the room.

“Alright, you��re feisty today, huh?” Damian said with a laugh, retrieving the sock and placing it back on her foot. But the real challenge began when he opened the diaper. “Oh, man. How does something so small make such a big mess?”

He carefully wiped her clean, trying to keep everything under control, but Luna was in no mood to cooperate. She wriggled and squirmed, nearly kicking the wipes out of his hand. When it came time to put the fresh diaper on, Damian struggled to keep her still. The result was a slightly crooked diaper, but after a few attempts to adjust it, he decided it was good enough. “There we go, all clean. Let’s see your mom do better than that,” he joked, holding her up proudly.

The rest of the morning went by in a blur of tiny challenges. Feeding time was a mix of sweet moments and sticky chaos. Damian thought he had the bottle’s temperature just right, but when he went to test it, he ended up spilling milk down the front of his shirt. “Okay, so maybe I should’ve worn a bib too,” he chuckled, wiping it off.

Luna, for her part, seemed more interested in gnawing on the bottle’s nipple than actually drinking from it, which led to a minor battle of wills. “Come on, Luna, you’ve got to eat,” Damian coaxed, trying to gently guide the bottle into her mouth. After some persistence, she finally latched on, and Damian couldn’t help but feel a small swell of pride. “That’s my girl. We’re getting the hang of this.”

Nap time, however, was a different story. Luna had always been a light sleeper, and today was no exception. Damian tried everything—rocking her in his arms, walking around the house, even playing soft music on his phone. But each time he laid her in the crib, her eyes would pop open, and she’d start fussing again.

“Come on, princesa, you need to sleep,” Damian whispered, exhausted but determined. Eventually, after what felt like hours of rocking and shushing, Luna finally dozed off. Damian carefully placed her in the crib, holding his breath as he slowly backed out of the room. The moment he stepped on a creaky floorboard, her eyes fluttered open. Damian froze, holding his breath, but to his relief, Luna let out a tiny sigh and fell back asleep.

Damian tiptoed out of the room, collapsing onto the couch with a sigh of relief. “This is tougher than a ladder match,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. He pulled out his phone to check the time and noticed a message from Y/N: How’s everything going?

He couldn’t help but smile as he typed back: We’re surviving. No major disasters yet. He added a winking emoji for good measure before setting his phone down and closing his eyes for just a moment.

He was startled awake by the sound of the baby monitor crackling to life. Luna was awake again. “Already?” he groaned, dragging himself off the couch and heading back to her room. He found her sitting up in the crib, wide awake and looking as bright-eyed as ever.

“You know, it’s supposed to be nap time,” Damian said, scooping her up and holding her close. She responded by grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging, which made him wince but also laugh. “You’ve got a strong grip, just like your dad.”

He spent the next few hours trying to keep Luna entertained. He tried singing to her, but his deep, gravelly voice only made her stare at him in confusion. He brought out her favorite toys, only to find that she was more interested in chewing on anything within reach—including his championship belt, which he quickly had to rescue from her tiny grasp. “Not a teething toy, sweetheart,” he said, holding it up out of her reach.

He tried reading her a story, but Luna seemed more interested in the sound of his voice than the actual words. She cooed and babbled back at him as if trying to have a conversation. “Yeah? Is that right?” Damian played along, nodding seriously as if he understood every word. “You’re already smarter than your old man.”

The hours passed, and soon it was time for Luna’s evening routine. Damian managed to give her a bath without too much water ending up on the floor, though she did manage to splash him a few times. “You’re a little troublemaker, aren’t you?” he said, wrapping her in a fluffy towel and drying her off.

Getting her dressed in her pajamas was another challenge. Luna was wriggly, and every time Damian tried to get her tiny arms through the sleeves, she’d pull them back out. “This is definitely harder than a chokehold,” he muttered, finally succeeding and zipping up the onesie.

Finally, it was bedtime. Damian settled into the rocking chair with Luna, cradling her gently in his arms. He tried to hum a lullaby—one he remembered his own mother singing to him when he was little. Luna’s eyes grew heavy, and after a few minutes, she was fast asleep.

Damian looked down at her, feeling a wave of love and pride wash over him. “We did it, princesa,” he whispered, carefully placing her in the crib and brushing a kiss against her forehead. “You and me—we make a pretty good team.”

He tiptoed out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. He was exhausted, but he couldn’t help but smile as he collapsed onto the couch once more. It had been a challenging day, but also one filled with sweet, unexpected moments that he knew he’d cherish forever.

Just as he closed his eyes, his phone buzzed. It was Y/N, checking in again. Damian grinned as he typed back: Survived the day. House still standing. Princesa asleep. I think I deserve a championship belt for this.

He hit send, leaning back on the couch and finally allowing himself to relax. Y/N’s response came quickly: I’m so proud of you. Can’t wait to be back with my two favorite people.

Damian smiled, feeling a warmth in his chest that was different from the thrill of any wrestling match or victory in the ring. It was the simple, undeniable joy of being a dad, and he knew he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

The next morning, when Y/N walked through the door, she was greeted by the sight of Damian asleep on the couch with Luna curled up on his chest, both of them snoring softly.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she set down her bags and walked over to them. She gently brushed a kiss on Damian’s forehead, then Luna's. "Looks like you did just fine," she whispered, feeling a warmth in her heart.

Everything really had turned out okay—better than okay. It was perfect.

[noughticalcrossings]

Borealis

In 1845, two Royal Navy ships and two Aerial Corps dragon crews left England in an attempt to finally discover a navigable passage through the Arctic. In 1847, Captain James Fitzjames struggles to shield his dragon from the fallout of a failing Expedition. In 1849, at a meeting of the Admirals of the Air, Captain James Fitzjames of Her Majesty's Dragon Aurora recounts the events of the disastrous Franklin Expedition to determine if he will be court-martialed for the loss of HMD Ulysses with all hands aboard. The truth lies lost on the ice, somewhere in the middle.

A Temeraire Universe Fusion for my first Terror Big Bang written by the incomparable @revolutionarygold who has been a delight to work with

Go read it here and then return for the last image, as it is a spoiler and a tad distressing if you don’t like looking at corpses

[phoenixtakaramono]

𝘖𝘪. Ladies and gentlemen, The Boys are back 💉🩸