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Thomas felt vaguely guilty when his eyes lingered too long upon Mr Blanky during the man’s frequent visits to the Great Cabin to take meals or pass an evening with the Captain, as though Thomas were betraying the Captain when he covertly studied the tantalizing expanse of Mr Blanky’s shoulders obscured beneath his thick, soft-looking gray sweater. They were just so comfortable with one another, sharing an easy camaraderie that the Captain did not have with anyone else on the crew, and which Thomas, in the secretest part of himself, looked upon with envy. (Envy was the emotion, surely, but Thomas found it difficult to untangle the complicated knot of his feelings to parse exactly which of them he envied, or whether he simply envied the kind of friendship they shared, or—)
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17 Feb 2026
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Thomas was too surprised to react properly and by the time he gained his bearings it was over, Mr Blanky drawing away again to dab tears from beneath Thomas’s eye with an unfamiliar handkerchief that Thomas assumed was Blanky’s own. It was rough but smelled clean, if a little like the tobacco its owner smoked.
“Sweeter than I’d’ve imagined,” Mr Blanky said, contemplatively, still petting Thomas in a way that made Thomas feel content and cared-for. “Frank doesn’t know what he’s got.”
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Francis Crozier becomes unmoored from time.
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17 Feb 2026
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** add more but true 100/10 timeloop agony love guh
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It is, of course, entirely possible that the Captain is simply aware that the cold temperature of Jopson’s little berth makes it difficult for his hands to do the dexterous work of mending tears and reattaching buttons, and the dim light of his single tallow candle causes some strain on his eyes. But that his Captain would consider his personal comfort during the fulfillment of his duties is its own reward: one of the small pleasures Thomas hoards the way he used to collect buttons and aglets and other bright little findings as a child, a cupped palmful of private joys he tucks away in a most secret place.
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16 Feb 2026
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RAHH very good lusty yearning & long term want coming to a head
“You must quiet yourself, now,” Francis whispers against Thomas’s ear, hot and so close, as he pulls out until just the head of his cock is inside Thomas. Thomas nods vigorously and Francis pushes back in, the sweet press enough to draw another quickly smothered moan from Thomas’s throat. “Wouldn’t want to wake the whole ship, would you?” Thomas shakes his head; he is rewarded with another deep thrust. “Good boy,” the Captain says, and Thomas nearly does wake the whole ship at that, voice stopped only by the Captain’s hasty hand over his mouth.
Thomas trembles and whimpers as the Captain fucks him steadily, hand still over his mouth, thick cock relentlessly opening him. He wants to howl. He wants to keen. He clutches at the Captain’s body, weak hands and tense thighs, sweat slicking the skin where they touch and where they don’t, pooling in the little hollows behind Thomas’s knees and in the folds of his stomach, plastering his hair to his forehead. His mouth feels very hot and wet under the broad press of the Captain’s hand. He can neither look at the Captain nor look away, caught between the blank darkness of his closed eyes and Francis’s keen, piercing gaze.
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among the glaciers and the rocks by skazka for smaragdbird
Fandoms: The Terror (TV 2018)
28 Sep 2018
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When at last Crozier and Jopson come to understand each other, it's already too late. It's been too late for three long years.
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14 Feb 2026
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This journey should have been the making of him — instead it has killed all the hope in his eyes. Jopson looks down, overcome or ashamed, and Crozier presses two kisses to his bruised blue eyelids — breathing the warmth against Jopson's face, and feeling Jopson's hands flex in his shirtfront like an old man's rheumatic appendages. He's come to love him as well, to love him like a well-worn familiar thing, and only too late.
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James finds out the extent of Francis's withdrawal sickness, and decides to do something meaningful about it.
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06 Feb 2026
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rahhhhh
“Reading ahead, old boy?”
A lock of dark hair fell across his face and into one eye as he turned to meet Francis’s innocent expression. Francis could no sooner glimpse James in such a disheveled state than remember the other, more shocking picture still vividly lodged in his memory, which he had sworn to forget at the swiftest possible opportunity.
But imprints from the frozen linens were still pressed into James’s cheek and his usual guileless charm wrapped as loose and unfocused around his body as was the blanket tucked around his shoulders, and suddenly Francis knew not where to look, or what to say.
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And Fitzjames laughed – genuinely laughed! – clutching his sides like he had just been told the best joke in the world. All traces of priggish morality vanished from his face, and in those few moments of shared humor, Francis swore he glimpsed the searching, vulnerable soul still hiding beneath its manic mask of geniality, and loved the man all the better for it.