#goresir

[magneticrabbit]

Do you got any Graham Gore in you? 🥺 Maybe just a lil? 🤏🏽 He could be having a bad time if you want.

he was having a bad time but goodsir is gonna make it better now so it’s ok…..

[knitepercival]

[sweaterangst]

werewolf!gore au. goodsir is there too <3

[lacnunga]

I can’t believe both Harry and Graham survived to the end of The Terror, thats amazing

[hagatastudio]

harry goodsir may be baby but he is STRONK 💪

[goodsirism]

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

imagine goresir falling in love in a gang in the 1910s and moving in together and being happy a while! now u don’t have to. read my fic.

[helenarasmussen87]

I Wouldn't Know Where To Start, Don't Make It Hard, Please, a playlist by epicmiscreant on Spotify

A Gore/Goodsir university au playlist for a fic of the same name. {AMC&#x27;s The Terror} Fic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25387381/chapters/61561906

I am pleased to present the playlist to my first Terror Modern AU fic “I Wouldn’t Know Where To Start, Don’t Make It Hard, Please.” Done by the ever talented @george-music-man-hodgson !! The cover too! 

This is a great playlist that captured the spirit of the story really well! 

Give it a listen and enjoy!!!

[hungry-hobbits]

if you’re still taking goresir prompts... sharing a bed/blanket? 👀

this is long and rambly but i’m a sucker for softness~

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On Enterprisethey’d given Gore one of the lieutenants rooms despite his weak-voiced protests;his feeling selfish over displacing one of his rescuers was ignored in favor ofgiving him a quiet place to convalesce. With the extent of his injuries, theships surgeon felt it was better to keep him from the rest of the ailingsailors that were confined to the sickbay, and Goodsir, still holding some sortof rank as the un-official head surgeon of the expedition, agreed with thedecision wholeheartedly.

“I fear I will have forgotten what the sky looks like by thetime we dock next.” Gore whined from his place in his bunk, back restingagainst a few pillows to keep his still healing wounds up off the wood. “Areyou sure a walk is not in order, doctor?” He offered up the sweetest look hecould, eyes full of woeful pleading.

“You are not strong enough, and the clime on deck still toocold.” Goodsir was more or less immune to the tactic, or so he liked to think,but that did not mean he did not feel for Gore’s plight.

The lieutenant huffed, “How about a walk up the hall andback?”

“Graham.”

“Harry.”

“What you need is rest.It has been hard enough keeping Commander Fitzjames confined to his bed, I do not need difficulties fromyou as well.”

Gore had ended up in a sick sledge with the Commander,something the two found to be quite funny despite looming death and desolatecircumstance. Even then, Gore had not been free of Fitzjames’ teasing, andneither of them escaped Crozier’s chiding to keep their strength and not wasteit on banter. Of course that did not stop Fitzjames.

“What I need iscompany. Human interaction, Harry. I am wasting away in here, forgotten.”

“Were you not the one who told the crew that you would notentertain their requests for stories of your injuries?” Goodsir crossed whatlittle space separated them in favor of being closer to the lieutenant, “Irecall you saying something about needing your rest then.”

“Perhaps.” Gore huffed again with an indignant fold of thearms that caused a twinge in his sore back.

 Goodsir shook his head then gently nudged Gore with hishands, ushering him to (carefully) make room to the side.

“What are you doing?” Gore looked up, meeting Goodsir’s eyes.They always seemed so tired now.

“I will give you the company you so desire,” the naturalistslotted himself into what space Gore could muster without injury, which leftmore of him hanging off and pressed into the wood than he personally would haveliked, but if there was one thing Harry Goodsir never did – it was complain.

He pressed himself to the side of Gore, looking at him witha mirthful reverence. He’d always respected Gore the most, for Gore did notthink him odd in the worst of ways. It was Gore who always reached for him, tohelp him up and hold him steady. And when the time came he offered the samesupport to Gore as he recovered.

The bunk was clearly and expectedly not made with two peoplein mind, and Gore took this into consideration before graciously putting an armaround the naturalist, to support but more so to draw him closer. He realizedhow long it had been since they properly embraced, there had been no privacy onthe ships, no time on the shale.

“This makes me think of the first time you got away withsleeping with me.” Gore’s face held a smirk but they both knew there was verylittle pleasant association with it, “After the attack. I refused to let youleave my side when I finally came to.”

“Well, I was rather adamant about being with you, as well.”

“Will you stay now? I do not think I could bear you leaving sosoon.”

“I have no plans to leave you now.”

“Good. Because I had no plans to let you leave.”