#terror fanfic

[rowenablade]

I went into a three-day fugue state and came out with a 7k-word Terror fic.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Henry Foster Collins/Harry D. S. Goodsir Characters: Henry Foster Collins, Harry D. S. Goodsir Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Post-Canon Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nightmares, Trauma, Depression, Anxiety, Sharing a Bed, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Accidental Cuddling, Awkward Boners, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Period-Typical Homophobia, Henry Foster Collins' Canonically Huge Dick, I haven't even read the book, But obviously I'm not gonna waste a chance to use that tag, This fic is dedicated to my seasonal depression Summary:

“Are you alright?”

“Yes,” Collins says quickly. Too quickly. Harry takes a seat on the sofa next to him.

“I’m not asking to be polite, you know. If the answer is something more complicated, I’d still very much like to hear it.”

Collins winces, looks down at his white-knuckled hands. “It’s snowing.”

Harry nods, thinking that might be all he gets by way of an answer. It is, after all, plenty.

***

Back in London, Harry Goodsir and Henry Collins try to find their way home.

[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]

in today's update on the Jopson traumabonded polycule situationship(s), we flash back to the best/worst day of Thomas Jopson's life

Spoke and Wheel on AO3

[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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[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.

[lieutenantjirv]

//ooc WOW thank you so much for this!! I never thought that our little storyline would end up as an actual fic!!

This was so much fun to read, it really made my day! @lieut-dundy-le-vesconte thank you as well for being such a fun person to rp with!!!

Again, thank you so, SO much!!!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: John Irving & Henry T. D. Le Vesconte Characters: John Irving (1815-c.1848), Henry T. D. Le Vesconte Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, the ‘comfort’ part of that is debatable, Grief, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religion Critical, drunk bonding, Strangers to Friends, we’re doomed but at least we’re doomed together, The Great Tumblr Terror Roleplay, jirv the holy ghost boy my absolute beloved Summary:

“Home,” John Irving muses, knowing that it’s not an answer to Le Vesconte’s question and not wanting to answer anyway. “It seems so far away, doesn’t it? I… would like to think that God has placed these challenges in front of me to better my soul. But some deep, dark part of myself thinks that perhaps life is just cruel. Did I do something to lose my God’s favour? Did I never have it to begin with? These are thoughts that I struggle with every day. My faith isn’t as strong as you’d think.”

——————-

In which Irving and Dundy bond first over tea, then over gin, and finally over tears and shared grief.

@lieut-dundy-le-vesconte @lieutenantjirv

[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.

[demaparbat-hp]

When I saw you making For the Spirits art I was so excited, wow, one of my favourite artists is reading this too, how nice!! Then I realised you’re actually the author and I just want to ask, how?? Are you so talented???? I love this fic and I love your art so so much, thank you for sharing it all with us. Can’t wait for the next update!!

Ah, thank you! This is literally so sweet! For the Spirits (adding a link for the curious folks out there!) is my love child. This project owns my heart and soul, and it's truly so rewarding that you like it! I want to sketch so many different scenes, really, but I'm doing my best to give you some quality artwork of my favorite moments in the story. It's a slow process.

As for next chapter—soon! I'm working on some sketches for this particular scene, and I am so excited to share it with everyone! Things start to pick up from here... But, for now, have a (very little) sneak peek ❤️

Zuko stood at the end of the world, surrounded by miles of snow and the resounding echo of his own shallow breaths. He took everything in, closed his eyes to receive Agni’s light, and howled.

Something howled back, and he smiled.

[rowenablade]

Okay but seriously how do Terror fic writers deal with everyone's names being so similar? Harry/Henry is already giving me so much stress how do the inter-John shippers manage it? I'm sure you're out there help me.

[boogiewoogieweeb]

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

[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]

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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[ravewing]

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[itsgivingmami]

Heyy I was wondering if you could maybe write Rhea Ripley having a famous girlfriend?

Like they would talk about each other in interviews and such…

Love!! Hope you enjoy! Thanks for the request💛

The Public Eye- Rhea Ripley

Rheas leg bounces impatiently behind the conference table, the lights in the room feel altogether too bright and if she has to answer another dumb question from someone who doesn’t even watch the content they produce she might launch over the table at them.

“So Rhea,” she takes a deep breath and looks to where a man in a poorly fitted button down has a hand up, “how are you going to celebrate your win tonight?” She pretends to contemplate but she has a plan and is getting more and more antsy to get there.

“I have a date,” she boasts and the room erupts as people question her who it is and where shes going. She grins cheekily as she stands from the folding chair and makes her way behind the curtain. Her belt thrown over her shoulder she walks down the halls smugly, pausing for a moment as her phone buzzes in the waist band of her gear.

Babygirl: is it really a date if we’re just going to watch horror movies on the couch?

~

She racks her weights and turns back to her phone, hearts and text filling the screen as her fans watch her live workout. Compliments about her tattoos, questions about the dogs and plain old thirst commentary. She smiles at the depravity of her fans and answers a couple questions.

“What did I do this weekend?” She repeats and hums, “I took my girl to set Saturday morning, cleaned the house and then picked her up, we both had the day off Sunday,”

Her chat starts scrolling faster as her viewers start discussing you. Talking about your last movie or how cute the two of you are together.

“She’s your favourite actor?” Rhea chuckles and quickly double checks around her as if she weren’t home alone, she leans in close to the camera to whisper, “mine too,”

~

The flashes are blinding as you smile looking at them before turning to look at Rhea. Head to toe in a three piece black suit you regret picking out, she’s far too tempting in it. She’s got a firm arm around your waist but you suspect it’s more for her own comfort than yours. She had been on red carpets before but not nearly as many as you and being the lead in the film you were currently at the premiere for you hadn’t had half a second to breathe.

“You’re sure you want to come?” You ask her as you toss a couple dresses onto the bed next to her. It’s not that you don’t want her too, in-fact, you’d love nothing more than an opportunity to show her off but even you got overwhelmed by them sometimes. She reaches for your waist and pulls you between her legs as she stares up at you, your concerned expression makes her grin at you.

“Mhm,” she hums and you run a hand over her hair, “I wanna support my baby,” she tells you honestly and you lean down to kiss her. The emotion rushes over you in waves, feeling incredibly lucky to have the woman in front of you.

~

“Congratulations on the success of your new film,” the interviewer says to you and you smile at her. “It really is a beautiful piece of work,”

“Thank you that’s so kind,” you adjust in your chair, gently pulling your skirt down a little further.

“Of course,” she smiles again and looks down to her notes, “you can tell you put a lot of emotion and really felt your character that must’ve been difficult,”

“It can be,” you confess, some days it was harder to break character and return from that dark place, “but I have a really great support system,” you explain and the interviewer listens attentively, a nice reprieve from the shallow ones.

“You have a partner right?” She questions and you feel your heart flutter, a feeling that had never really stopped despite being together months now.

“Rhea,” you fill in for her, “she’s incredible and she understands the whole fame side of things, I’m so lucky to call her mine,”

~

“Got somewhere to be?” Damian’s question makes Rhea look away from the wall clock and he tries to stretch out his quads.

“No I just want to make sure I’m available, just in case,” she explains and Damian’s furrows his brows in confusion.

“Available for wh-“ the loud ringer of Rheas phone cuts him off and she sprints towards the corner of the practice ring. She accepts your FaceTime and she’s greeted by your teary eyes and your hand over your mouth.

“Hi love,” she greets, ready to tell Damian she needs to go until your hand falls and she sees the smile gracing your lips.

“Four nominations,” you mutter to her still in disbelief, you had hung up on your agent moments ago once she told you the news to call Rhea.

“Four,” Rhea repeats and you nod before she squats down and throws her hand over her mouth, you giggle realising she’s picking up on your habits. “FOUR OSCAR NOMINATIONS!”

You giggle at her and sigh happily, allowing some of the stress you’d been holding waiting for that call to leave you as you fall back on the couch. Rhea watches you in pure admiration, proud of you beyond explanation and relieved to see your skills be valued how they should. Some partners might see it as a threat, to date someone so famous but to her it only adds a layer of connection between you too.

Damian wanders away to chat with someone as he hears you and Rhea, the latter completely forgetting about his existence. He can’t complain, not when his best friend has clearly found the love of her life.

a/n: quick shout out to @possessedmagpie for the help brainstorming, go check out their book!