#fitzsir

[magneticrabbit]

an arctic flower for the pretty commander <3

[random-ship-tournaments]

Best ship with less than 100 works on AO3 round 2 part 2: James x Harry vs Van x Roy

James x Harry (The Terror)

Van x Roy (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Voting ended onApr 30

James x Harry (40): "They give me Victorian naval era jock and nerd vibes"

Van x Roy (9): no propaganda submitted.

[mental-mouthful]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Terror - Dan Simmons, The Terror (TV 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Fitzjames/Harry D. S. Goodsir Characters: James Fitzjames (1813-c.1848), Harry D. S. Goodsir Additional Tags: Blow Jobs, Intercrural Sex, canon-typical scurvy symptoms, Angst Summary:

“Sir?” Came a voice laden with trepidation; fearful to break the fragile tension. Careful not to spoil the moment they’d found themselves in but eagerly needing the reassurance that, no, his captain was not getting to his knees in front of him with intentions Goodsir could only bring himself to wonder about in the shameful dreams that any boy or sailor denied physical pleasure long enough would get.

When Fitzjames dared to meet the gaze of his subordinate he was met with a face wracked between need and fear. “This cannot happen,” the expression seemed to scream out, “It's sinful, it’s unorthodox, unacceptable, unbecoming, it's… wonderful, and I never wish for it to end.”

“Captain, you can't,” Goodsir finally managed. It was but a fearful whisper but it was said. “Please get up, it's not right for a captain to… sully himself this way,” he pleaded. ___

Or, feeling particularly lonely, Captain Fitzjames invites Dr. Goodsir into his tent. They share a moment of connection in the time of shale and scurvy.

[n0sebleeds]

AMC took one look at Fitzjames' multiple journal entries about Goodsir and said 'is anyone gonna totally ignore this?' and just didn't wait for an answer

The on-screen chemistry we could have had between these two haunts me

[hungry-hobbits]

Writing Prompt!! Goodsir or Fitzjames (or Goodsir AND Fitzjames) and the word prompt is ... ghouls!!

i’m sure you wanted something different but this is what ur getting

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Fitzjames was there on the edge of hisperipheral, and Goodsir chose not to acknowledge him. He knew it was notFitzjames, not as the man was before he died or as he ever was when he wasalive. A manifestation of guilt or the long residing effects of lead poisoning,possibly, but it was no man that trailed him just out of his vision’s range.

When it is too dark to see, the mindwill create shadows of what it perceives to be there. Goodsir would see shadowson the blackened landscape and they would remind him of a man. One he knew wasnot there, one he knew was dead and gone.

He felt haunted, the same thickness andfuzziness that clouded his brain with poison felt alive again. But this timewas different. Perhaps he was truly haunted, perhaps what followed him now wasno man, no spirit. It was a ghoul; a body without a soul.

Amuch better man died while he lived, and Goodsir resigned to the fact that hewould have to live with that fact until the end of his own days, and acceptedwhatever may come of it.

[random-ship-tournaments]

Best shipwith less than 100 works on AO3 round 1 part 3: Vin x Elend vs Iko x James x Harry

Vin x Elend

James x Harry

Voting ended onMar 13

Vin x Elend (94): "They are THE POWER COUPLE!!! She's the brawn, with powers and skill so strong she could kill 300 soldiers in 15 minutes, and he's the brains, able to craft a whole new government after the overthrowing of the old oppressive one and then going on to lead it as king. Also they're noble x peasant(to say it lightly), introvert x introvert, & spy (kind of) x the mission (not directly, but still)

She has abandonment issues thanks to her brother--among others--but Elend broke the cycle for her. When she was in a corner, he come to help her, and even though he knew she had lied to him about her identity doesn't really do much (he is, again, the brains) this act changes Vin's brain chemistry. She says, and I quote: "You came back. No one's ever come back before." 🥹😭

Above everything else, they trust each other, and this trust is so deep that when Vin did kill those aforementioned 300 soldiers in 15 minutes, while the rest of the crew thought she was going a bit loony, he firmly thought that she did it for a good reason. She didn't. But then, even when she told him that, he didn't care and continued supporting her. Elend also appreciates her absolute trust in him, bc even when he feels like everything falling apart around him (being king is STRESSFUL), he always has her to turn to and she always fully supports his every decision and believes him to be a great king.

They both feel like they don't deserve the other but they love and complement each other SO MUCH. I freaking love them!"

James x Harry (31): "They give me Victorian naval era jock and nerd vibes"

Tag: @theviolettulip

[hungry-hobbits]

this went on significantly longer than i anticipated (thus the post i was worried about formatting) and the ending got a bit jumbled up so if i end up posting it on ao3 i might workshop it some more but yeah this is just shameless self indulgence towards the end :///

Vanity. Everything for vanity. A life of posturing, a reflection that was more facade than man. Fitzjames spent years carefully crafting his persona. Primping in mirrors to keep up appearances while leafing through a life of excitement and achievement for which story would garner the most attention next.

When he looked in the mirror he saw several things and none of them he liked, but truly when had that ever been the case? He saw the visage of a dying man, a man whose whole life was spent running from secrets and flaws, running towards adoration and acceptance. A tired man with knotted hair and a bleeding scalp, a once lively and vivacious man now wan and hollow.

He felt imperfect; a funny thing to feel when one walked the edge of death. The man that looked back at him in the mirror was an utter stranger but also the most he felt human in years.

He sat in one of the breezy tents, topless but without feeling the cold. He felt as though he was more oozing wound than man, but the pain was ignored to a degree. He kept his jaw tight despite the ache it caused his gums and stared ahead at nothing. He had to keep up appearances, even now during an examination. Reflect the outward appearance of a wounded man still standing against all odds.

It coated his focus and allowed him to ignore the stinging pokes and prods of Goodsir’s fingers. He knew the doctor was being careful as he could be. It was reminiscent of the nights Goodsir’s fingers would draw lines up and down his commander’s bare back. And then his mind drifted further: what does he think of me? In this state? He’s watched me fall to pieces and now this. What does he think?

Goodsir was oblivious to Fitzjames’ wandering attention. He spoke softly of laudanum and cotton dressings, caressing the flesh beneath him as tenderly as ever. He did not have the energy to separate doctor and man, and in this private moment he was both or whatever Fitzjames needed him to be.

“Handsome...” It was the word that broke through Fitzjames’ thoughts. A compliment of all things. Softly spoken, almost dreamily. “You’re so handsome...”

“Lies.” Fitzjames bit back vitriol for the doctor’s sake, surely Goodsir of all men would not mock him. “You would say that while looking upon me in such a state?”

Their eyes met, both dark but where Fitzjames’ had become dulled from stress and ill health, Goodsir’s managed to retain a sparkle or two. Fitzjames could feel his veneer cracking from the mere act of eye contact.

“I am hardly the man I pride myself to be. You do not have to coddle me, Harry.”

“You hold on too tightly to pride. Though I cannot say I blame you; you need something to hold on to.” Goodsir broke the gaze by returning to his duty. He knew it was only a temporary measure that he could employ, but it was better than nothing. “We all do.”

He started the task of gently cleaning Fitzjames’ wounds, allowing the commander to brace himself with hands on the doctor’s shoulders. He could feel every grimace through his layers as the procedure went on, Fitzjames’ weak but deepening digs into the fabric of his jacket.

“You have no idea how much effort I put into appearing a certain way for you. For Crozier. For everyone.”

“I don’t think it matters much now, James.” Goodsir did not look up from his task. “Why expend the energy anymore?”

“Because it matters to me. And how those men see me - they need leadership.”

“And we have it. Crozier. And you.” Goodsir’s voice lowered, “I trust you more than anyone.”

“You put your trust in a dead man. A stupid, weak, sick man who has spent too much time worrying over what other people think.”

“I put my trust in a man I love.”

“Harry, I…” Fitzjames stopped himself. It was almost too much. The idea and the pain of being loved simply for being.

He rested his weight more on Goodsir, feeling as though he might give way. He pressed the side of his face into the doctor’s curls.

“I love you no matter how the outside looks, James. I trust you, I know you’ll get us through this.”

The brave façade that Fitzjames worked so hard to uphold, even at a detriment to himself, crumbled almost instantly when faced with the never ending kindness of the doctor. He clung tighter to Goodsir, casting aside his worry of being perceived as anything but well put together. The energy to cling to it left him in tears.

To spend a whole life wanting to be seen, to finally be seen for something other than a forced reflection of one’s self. If Fitzjames were to die in the barren and frozen wastes, at least he would die loved even for a moment as more than just a tall tale.

[hungry-hobbits]

i like fitzsir because it makes me think of jessica and roger rabbit like is james gorgeous and talented and an absolute 12/10?? yes and is goodsir just way out of his league but full of redeeming qualities and loves james for non superficial reasons?? ofc