#peglar

i wanted to compile together a list of my very favorite Terror fics! peruse the list for some enjoyable reading and consider leaving a comment <3 all of these links will take you to ao3

Winter Winds by rowenablade

Goodcollins/Rated E/ 7k words

Canon divergence. Goodsir and Collins survive the expedition, get an apartment together in London, and fall in love. Sad, beautiful, and good aftercare for when you've just finished a rewatch.

Sculpin by ThisWasInevitable

Goodcollins/Rated E/15k words

This is part one of this author's Beechey Island, OR AU which I'm completely in love with! Collins is struggling with depression and trying to keep his job working on a boat off the coast when he develops a crush on local tide pool tour guide Harry Goodsir. Sweet and hot.

Guillemot by ThisWasInevitable

Bridglar/Rated E/10k words

This is part two of the Beechey Island, OR AU. Peglar gets a job working on a boat off the coast (same boat as Collins). Falls in love with Bridgens, the local video rental store manager. Sexy, sweet, and super cute.

strange overtones by poorly_animated

Hodgson/Little/Tozer | Rated E | 15k words

Tozer drags Ned out to the club and they meet a strange but kind and generous girl (Hodgson). I clicked for Hodgson gender but stayed because I love thinking about Neddie so happy and he deserves to be with Tozer and Hodgson at the same time. Also. Wow. This one is just smoking hot.

A Treatise on Wondrous Phenomena. by notkingyet

Goodgore/ Rated E/ 1.3k words

Dr. Goodsir does petplay with Lieutenant Gore. The "pet" is a mollusk. Hot, sweet, and real.

Come to Papa by poorly_animated

Little/Blanky/Jopson | Rated E | 9k words

Edward and Blanky have an arrangement, Edward sucks him off and calls him Papa and Blanky gives him positive attention. Blanky does not believe in keeping secrets from Crozier or his steward.

This may be one of the hottest things I've ever read. poorly_animated has an incredible handle on writing pathetic Edward Little and particularly good at writing oral sex.

set my teeth in the silver of the moon by Spirk_kock

Joplittle/Rated E/15k+ words (and counting!)

Thomas Jopson becomes more and more intrigued by his neighbor, Edward Little. His obsession becomes so intense that he begins stalking Edward.

swooning and twirling my hair and humble bragging that this fic was gifted to meeeee <3 <3 <3 Elliot is my best friend and I get to see all of the fic developments behind the scenes. This is hands-down one of my favorite fics ever and I'm so excited to see where it goes.

boyfriend's boyfriend by Spirk_kock

Jopson/Tozer/Little | Rated E | 9k words

Thomas wakes up to find that his boyfriend (Edward) is gone but his boyfriend's boyfriend (Tozer) is still in bed with him.

Just plain hot. My two favorite guys to ship with Edward are Jopson and Tozer so this is just so satisfying. It's just so hot!

Always Should Be Someone You Really Love by gairfowl

Crozier/Fitzjames/James Clark Ross/Ann Coulman Ross | Rated E | 4k words

Ann Coulman Ross and Crozier both dress up as gentlemen and show their ladies, James Clark Ross and Fitzjames, a lovely evening.

As hot as it is refreshing and new. I love gairfowl's highlighting that the clothing they are wearing (even though Crozier is NOT crossdressing) is a part of their play. I love clothes-on sex so this spoke to me. And when I think about 1840s lingerie I have to sit down.

all the riches one man can claim by potato_leader

Fitzconte/ Rated T/ 1.6 k words

1960s AU. Jamie is a beautiful housewife and Le Vesconte is a cunning linguist (he eats her pussy). I love that there's such an intriguing backstory in this one.

won't you lean on me when I'm around by potato_leader

Joplittle/ Rated M/ 2.9 k words

(fun fact: the morning after this fic was revealed, i woke up to my city having a lovely covering of snow. that felt pretty magical, i won't lie.)

a hundred thousand thanks to the terror advent calendar admins for running this, to the prompt requesters that generate amazing ideas, and to the amazing creatives participating in the event (formally or informally)! thrilled that my cozy bridglar fic is a part of something so cool and lovely. hope y'all enjoy it. xo

fair snow, fair youth summary:

the first proper snowfall of the year arrives for the Peglar-Bridgenses, so their cozy traditions must follow.   ⋆⁺₊❅ • ❅*̩‧͙ ❅ ‧͙* ❆ ͙͛⁺₊₊⋆   happy winter/yuletide/holiday season, sailors! title of this lil guy is a reference to shakespeare. listen to the second volume of "songs for christmas" by sufjan stevens while reading for maximum vibe curation. darling anon (zipegs on ao3!!!) that requested this prompt: i hope you enjoy!

annnnnnd have some vibe curation for the fic:

New drawing! Of my little Peglar with a penguin because it's cute so why not?

McClintock recorded the tragic scene in his journal: 

“This poor man seems to have selected the bare ridge top, as affording the least tiresome walking, and to have fallen upon his face in the position in which we found him. It was a melancholy truth that the old woman spoke when she said, ‘they fell down and died as they walked along.’” 

McClintock believed the man had fallen asleep in this position and that his “last moments were undisturbed by suffering.” 

Alongside the bleached skeleton lay “a small clothes brush near, and a horn pocket-comb, in which a few light brown hairs still remained.” There was also a notebook, which belonged to Harry Peglar, captain of the foretop on the Terror. The notebook contained the handwriting of two individuals, Peglar and an unknown second. In the hand of Peglar was a song lyric, dated 21 April 1847, which begins: “The C the C the open C it grew so fresh the Ever free.” A mystery, however, surrounds the other papers, written in the hand of the unknown and referring to the disaster.

Most of the words in the messages were spelled backwards and ended with capital letters, as if the end were the beginning.

“I’m failing to see the problem,” says Thomas, exhaling a cloud of smoke up towards the sky, his head tipped toward Harry’s on the blanket they both lie on. It’s that beautiful hour after sunset, when the sky is a glowing, almost electric blue, the very horizon lit up the same scarlet as the cherry on the cigarette they pass back and forth. Harry can tell that Thomas wants him to shut the fuck up and enjoy the peace of it all. “You want him, he obviously wants you, just ask him on a date.”

“What if I… do something wrong?”

“Meaning?”

Harry raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on Harry, it’s not as if you’ve never had sex before. When I lived with you and Rose I heard you fucking about five times a week, and that’s just when I was home.”

“You heard us?”

Thomas gives Harry a pointed look. “How thick did you think those walls were?”

“Look, that’s not the point,” says Harry quickly. “I’ve been with women, yeah, but I’ve never even kissed a man.”

“It’s not that different,” says Thomas with a shrug, taking another long drag off the cigarette and handing it back to Harry.

Harry snorts. “How the fuck would you know?”

“I’ve kissed women.”

“When?”

Thomas just shrugs. “You want to practise?”

“Fuck off,” says Harry, rolling his eyes.

“I’m serious,” says Thomas. “Not the fucking, you’ll have to work that one out on your own. But I’d kiss you, if you’re really that worried about it.”

Harry glances over at Thomas, who’s watching him, eyes cool and unreadable.

“Yeah?”

“Sure,” says Thomas.

Harry takes the last drag off the cigarette and reaches over his head to stub it out in the dirt above the blanket. “Alright.”

Thomas rolls onto his side and lifts himself up, half bracing himself above Harry, one hand beside his head. Then, with no fanfare, no hesitation, he leans in and kisses him.

It is different from kissing a woman, a bit. Thomas is firm and almost demanding in his kiss, his lips tasting of smoke and his chin rough with stubble, and his jaw is sharp when Harry reaches up to cup his face in one hand. It’s just kissing though when it comes down to it, easy to get lost in, to open his mouth and let his tongue brush Thomas’ and feel his breathing pick up as their bodies press together. Thomas nips gently at Harry’s bottom lip, and Harry lets out a breathy little noise, and finally Thomas pulls away with a soft laugh.

“Sure you don’t want to practise the fucking too?” asks Harry, grinning back at him, and Thomas snorts and pulls his pack of cigarettes back out to light another.