#Captain James Flint oneshot

[justanoasisimagines]

Never Again

Summary; After a violent encounter with another ship. James blames himself. You decide to set the record straight Pairing; Captain James Flint x Reader WordCount; 608 Warnings; Mentions of injury. A/N; Requests are open. Request guidelines are pinned at the top of the page Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider

James stared into the calm sea. Exhausted, however, remained determined to keep his eyes open. No one would sneak up on him or his crew, again. The seas were calm yet danger could lurk on the horizon patiently waiting to attack them.

"Why don't you let someone else keep watch for a while?" James refused to turn around. To take a glimpse at the real reason he'd become extra vigilante, so paranoid.

"I'm fine. Go back to bed. You need to rest." James was met with silence. He couldn't hear anything except the waves crashing into the boat while it glided across the ocean.

Creak.

"I thought I told you to go back to bed" James turned his neck taking a brief glimpse back at you.

"When have I ever enjoyed listening to orders?" James would usually find your attitude endearing, he enjoyed the way you kept him on his toes. However, you could have died today. He could have lost you today and it doesn't bear thinking about.

"Do not disobey your Captain!" James snarled, choosing to turn his body towards you. Your arm was wrapped close to your chest, your lip busted open, and the left side of your jaw had a fresh purple bruise covering it.

Failure. James had failed to protect the most precious and important person in his world. The person who kept his life threaded together. Unable to bear it any longer. James faced the stern once more. A hand slipped its way into his rough, calloused hand. How could someone so pure love someone like him? He was broken, cruel, ruthless and relentless. He did not deserve it.

Selfishly, he kept taking the love you were so willing to give. "You can't keep avoiding me-None of this was your fault. Life on the ocean is not easy. It's ruthless and dangerous; only the strong survive." One by one fingers entwined, delicate between calloused., calloused between delicate.

"I am the Captain of his ship. It's my duty to protect the crew-"

"James, you did protect the crew! Everyone is-" "You got shot! You could have died and it would have been my fault! Why do you constantly put yourself in harm's way to love me!" Teeth clenched, veins popped. To anyone else, Captain James Flint was one of the most ruthless pirates to sever sail the seven seas. To you,, he was James Flint, the man you loved. Yet without unlacing your hands, you stepped in front of the Captain. James looked away, unable to meet your gaze. "James look at me- look at me" James reluctantly glanced at you, momentarily before looking away. "Would you risk your life to protect me?" "Yes! I'd move the heaven and the earth to ensure your safety. Anyone who dared to hurt you would die slowly. Do you question my loyalty to you?" "No of course not. Why do you question why I would do the same? We are not young anymore. I knew of the risks when I agreed to sail the seas with you." Untangling your hand, James placed a tender hand on your cheek. "I do not know what I would do if I'd lost you" "You'd show everyone why it would be the biggest regret of their existence. Do not think about that now We're alive and we're together." James swept his arm underneath your legs, scooping you into his arms. Worry remained prominent in his mind and the next ship who dared to cross him would feel his wrath. He'd remind everyone why he obtained his reputation. No one would dare to dream about looking wrongly in your direction.

[saintvainglorious]

10 Best Black Sails Fics I Read in 2023

In honor of Black Sails' 10th anniversary, here's a list of my top 10 favorite Black Sails fics I read in 2023, in order from shortest to longest. Most Black Sails fic rec posts I've seen are now around 2 or 3 years old (though not all, bless @jaynovz and your #jay's esoteric rec lists tag) so nearly half of the recs in this list spotlight newer fics. It's amazing to see fantastic fics still being written and updated years after the show ended - y'all are keeping this fandom alive!

I didn't read that much Black Sails fic this year, comparatively speaking, so I'm sure there's plenty of newer gems that I missed. All the fics in this rec list are Silverflint unless otherwise stated.

1 - Gone To Port Royal by Apetslife (G, 3k) - a delightful oneshot from Gates' POV where they all go to a pirate afterlife. every scene is perfect. endlessly re-readable and never fails to make me smile.

Definition of Valhalla 1: the great hall in Norse mythology where heroes slain in battle are received 2 : a place of honor, glory, or happiness: heaven

2 - i’ll be seeing you by youatemytailor/@annevbonny (NR, 19k) - this is THEE post-canon Silverflint reunion fic. the anguish, the rage, the quiet jokes, the tenderness, it's all devastatingly in-character. particularly the chapter 5 climactic unspooling leaves me in awe upon every reread.

Silver is out of his chair and across the room before he knows it. He has a grip on the barkeep’s shirt before he knows it, and he’s pulling him up, hauling him eye-level, only to head-butt him to the ground again. The barkeep’s mouth is thrown open in a wail, but there’s no sound, Silver thinks, no sound at all, save for the blood rushing in his ears as he looks at the other man on the ground, watches him roll to his side with a groan. Flint, Silver thinks, and nothing else. It beats around the knife in his gut like a drum. Flint. And then Flint is looking at him.

3 - The Dark Lord Proprietor by Amiril/@runawaymarbles (M, 19k, Silverflintham) - a fuckin hysterical supervillain AU. Thomas has amnesia, Flint is pining, Silver tries to get them back together. what could go wrong? could not stop cackling.

A year ago, James Flint was in a stable relationship and was within spitting distance of taking over London. Now he’s single, with a dubiously loyal henchman, a lairmate determined to learn his every weakness, and a Secret Past with the new supervillain on the scene. And thanks to a new government program, it’s all a race to the bottom.

4 - the cross dimensional nassau bar of getting izzy hands laid by FortinbrasFTW/@fortinbrasftw (E, 19k ~WIP~, Flint/OFMD Izzy Hands) - a Black Sails OFMD Flint/Izzy Hands crossover. the very best kind of smut-as-character study. funny, gripping, and endlessly re-readable.

The first thing Izzy realizes is he looks absolutely fucking furious — which yeah, alright, fair enough. He’s got shorter ginger hair. A beard like Izzy’s but kept neater. Earrings like Izzy’s but worn simpler. Bleeding like Izzy but, well, maybe a bit less. And he’s handsome. Izzy realizes it suddenly and slowly somehow all at once. Bit like a bloody painting even. The kind you saw up on walls in rich folk’s houses. Only, well, no painting had eyes like that, did it? You’d have to be mad to keep a painting with eyes like that in your home. They were bright and clear and looked — honest-to-fucking-Christ — ready to set the whole damned world on fire. Izzy's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad night takes an interesting turn thanks to a completely different sort of pirate captain.

5 - frail and fragile bars by Ajaxthegreat/@francisthegreat (E, 21k) - Silver realizes, post-shark date, that he's in love with Flint. an instant, iconic fave fic. SO many delicious scenes and quotes that live rent free in my head. just read it, you won't regret it.

“I think you fuck,” Silver says. By which he means, with great intent: I think you are human. I know you are human. I see you.

6 - the whole estate of mortal man by Amiril/@runawaymarbles (T, 43k) - Creature Silver AU where he'll grant wishes in exchange for souls. first read this fic in 2020 and cried. reread it this year and cried again. the nature of the AU intersects so cleverly with Black Sails' themes, and the end result is devastating.

Silver has a limited memory, an unlimited lifespan, and a need for human souls. He spends months trying to buy Flint’s.

7 - our feast is but beginning by x_etoile_x/@etoilesombre (E, 55k) - Flint teaches season 1 Silver how to cook. they're definitely not dating. no, really. this writer writes dialogue so in-character that it cuts like a knife. features sensual cooking, Flint being a queer mentor for Silver, fun genderfuckery, and Them Being Real Tender.

Flint should walk away. Silver can figure out how to feed the men, it isn’t his problem. But roasting a pig is so easy, and when was the last time he had a hand in creating something rather than destroying it? Anyway, what else is he doing, with Billy taking the crew in hand with such annoying competency? He absolutely does not think about why he is reluctant for this interaction with Silver to end. “Go get another pig,” he says before he can reconsider. “Do exactly as I say.”

8 - With Strange Aeons by Amiril/@runawaymarbles (M, 60k, Silverflint + Flinthamilton + Jackanne) - Came for the Silverflint, stayed for the Silverflint but also for holy fuck Jack and Anne are sent to Savannah and break out of there with Thomas to battle literal Cthulhu. How can you NOT read this. I don't typically read Flinthamilton, but by god Thomas is amazing in this.

After the disappearance and presumed death of Captain Flint and Long John Silver, Max smuggles Jack and Anne to Oglethorpe’s plantation. Thomas learns that not only do the three of them have a friend in common, but he is not the only one whose dreams are haunted by a strange city and a terrifying name. Meanwhile, Flint and Silver try to escape an island trapped in time, impossibly built and impossibly old. Along the way they’re forced question reality, each other, and themselves. And in his house in R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.

9 - The Salt and the Sea by x_etoile_x/@etoilesombre (E, 60k) - a between season 2 and 3 recovery fic. i still remembered months after reading that chapter 4 in particular left me undone. a harrowing journey into the ruins of post-leg loss Silver's mind, plus exquisite hurt/comfort.

John Silver was always able to make the best of a situation. If this particular situation had started to feel complicated, well, a vast fortune ought to prove clarifying. Whatever he might have imagined he’d seen in Flint, the reality was they had used each other. And he had been set to walk away on top. Except now he couldn’t. Now he was trapped.

10 - the straight walk home by vowelinthug/@vowel-in-thug (E, 73k, Silverflint + Jackanne + Maxanne + Billy/Vane) - A western AU and one of the best long fics in the fandom. Excellent comedy, amazing AU twists on our favorite characters, found family vibes, nail-biting action, and a fucking fantastic climax. Also, I can't believe this fic got me invested in Billy/Vane.

Let me tell you a story, about a vaquero named Vasquez...

[imperialpirates]

who do I write for?

So, pretty much the Shelby boys and their gangster friends, Johnny Depp, Captain Jack Sparrow and Long John Silver from the TV show Black Sails (those of you who are not familiar with it, I highly suggest watching it; it is basically a prequel to the book Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson; it is available to watch on Amazon Prime, YouTube and Google Play Movies).

PEAKY BLINDERS

Arthur Shelby

Tommy Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Luca Changretta

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

Captain Jack Sparrow

BLACK SAILS

Captain James Flint

Captain Charles Vane

Long John Silver

William ‘Billy’ Bones

Jack Rackham

Lord Thomas Hamilton

James Flint x Thomas Hamilton

LEGEND

Reggie Kray

Ronnie Kray

ACTORS

Johnny Depp

Luke Arnold (Long John Silver)

Cillian Murphy

Paul Anderson (Arthur Shelby)

Rupert Penry-Jones (Thomas Hamilton)

Toby Stephens (James Flint)

Toby Schmitz (Jack Rackham)

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As I said above, if there is a fandom/movie/tv show you really like, or a character you would like to see, and believe fits into the ‘hot pirates and sexy gangster’ theme or the ‘mythical creatures’ like dwarves and elves, feel free to suggest it to me. There is a chance that I myself am familiar with your suggestion and will therefore add it to the list if I feel it fits this blog’s theme, and if I feel like it doesn’t fit the theme of this blog page I will add it to my list on my main blog page (@regalbanshee). There is also a chance that I am not familiar with the show/fandom/character in which case I probably won’t be able to take on your request. I do not want to add a fandom/character if I am not fully confident of my knowledge in them as I feel my writing of it would not be as good and would also have inconsistencies with the show etc. I hope you can understand this.

I strive to always make good content for y’all, that you will enjoy.

[staircasesymphony-blog]

promises - scorbus oneshot

I am not new to fanfic, but I am new to both tumblr fanfic and scorbus/cursed child!

1430 words. PG. Albus Severus Potter/Scorpius Malfoy. Mostly pre-slash (aka like the ENTIRE PLAY is.)

Synopsis: The worst thing, Albus thinks, about living with Malfoy the Unanxious in the aftermath of… whatever their fourth year was, is his increasing fondness for emotional warfare. 

Available @AO3 or under the cut.

“So, will you come?”

The worst thing, Albus thinks, about living with Malfoy the Unanxious in the aftermath of… whatever their fourth year was, is his increasing fondness for emotional warfare.

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

Albus has his face half buried in his trunk, aimlessly swiping past socks and t-shirts of dubious cleanliness, but Scorpius keeps appearing in his eye-line anyway, with his infuriatingly eager smile and his jumper with the slightly too short sleeves. Albus sits back on his knees, huffing a breath out and bracing his hands on the edge of the trunk, grateful for the dig of the wood into his palms.

“It’s just, it’s my first match, Albus. Big day. BIG day.”

“And your point is?”

Scorpius had lain his Quidditch kit out on his bed the moment he’d woken that morning. Hair still pillow fussed and pyjama top unbuttoned at the neck. Albus hadn’t failed to notice the way Scorpius’ eyes had been darting back to the display throughout the conversation. As if he was still worried it might all be a dream. As if Flint was going to come barging into the room to point, laugh, and tell him it had been a joke all along.

Albus knows Scorpius feels like that, because if it were him? Well. He would too.

“My point…” Scorpius falters, perching on the edge of the bed, his knee inches from Albus’ chin. “My point is that you don’t much like Quidditch, Albus. You’ve not been to any of my practice sessions…”

“Was I supposed to?”

Scorpius just looks at him.

“It would’ve been nice.”

Albus can think of a lot of things he’d call nice. His Dad’s soup, Christmas at the Weasley’s, the moment when you first slip into the covers after you’ve cast a warming charm… But watching Scorpius practice?

Well.

“Sorry?” He tries, because he’s learnt it goes a long way with Scorpius. A little admission of fault, a smidgen of regret…

Scorpius snorts, tapping his hands twice on his thighs before he stands up, adjusting his robes around him, pulled in tight.

“What a heartfelt apology. I truly am blessed.”

“You’re not mad are you?” Albus sighs, abandoning his search for the perfect pair of socks and pulling out the first his hand lands on. They’ve a hole in the toe and he’s fairly certain their James’, but they’ll do the job.

“No, not really.” Scorpius admits, already back to hovering over his kit, brushing imaginary lint of the front of his jersey. He levels a finger at Albus, smile creeping into his cheeks, lighting up his eyes. “But I will be if you’re not there this afternoon.”

“Should I swear an unbreakable vow, or will a pinky promise do?” Albus returns, trying to lean casually against the bed post, crossing his arms. It’s something he’s trying now. Cool, confident, Albus who doesn’t do things like trip over his feet in the common room. Minimal effort, maximum effect.

Scorpius sees right through it, of course.

“A pinky promise…” Scorpius grins. “…will suffice.”

He approaches with a little finger extended, catching Albus’ ankle in the process and entirely disrupting the suave scene he’d had in his head.

Scorpius snorts, then nods at Albus’ now flailing hands.

“Well?”

Albus sighs, brings their little fingers together. Tries not to think about the whisper of breath he can feel on his face when they’re this close. Tries not to think of how Scorpius has him crowded a little against the bedpost.

Tries not to think of the tingle he feels whenever they touch these days.

Because the new picture Albus has of them in his head? He thinks it might be a little different to the one Scorpius has.

“So, will you come?”

Albus snaps out of his reverie, ignoring the slightly curious look Scorpius is throwing in his direction. A smile. Soft and, he hopes, reassuring.

“Of course.”

***

The morning passes uneventfully. Albus encourages Scorpius to eat more porridge and Rose clucks at them as she passes their table, shaking her head like she knows something they don’t. One by one the members of the Slytherin team take their leave, their friends waving them off as if they were going to war, not down to the Quidditch pitch.

Albus thinks they all take it far too seriously, if he’s honest.

When Scorpius eventually rises from the table it’s without the refined grace the other players had displayed. He knocks over a pot of jam and nearly trips of a wayward black cat, which hisses loudly before bolting from the room.

If Malfoys could pale, Albus thinks Scorpius would.

“Fantastic.” He mutters. “An excellent omen for my day. Perhaps I should just…”

“Nope.” Albus smiles, grabbing at Scorpius’ arm in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. “Go and put your kit on Scorpius.”

“Right.” He nods, body shaking vigourously. “Right.”

Albus watches Scorpius’ retreating figure with a smile, and his breath only hitches a little when his friend looks back.

***

The Quidditch stands are cold and wet, and Albus wishes (not for the first time) that he was a little better at water repelling spells.

He’s managed to keep his hair dry, and his robes seem to be holding out, but there’s no hope for his shoes. He can feel the water level rising up his foot, and each time he shifts he hears a squelch.

“Thought I’d find you here. Is that a Quidditch jersey I see under there?”

Albus flushes as his brother takes the seat next to him, flashes of red in a sea of green.

“What are you doing here?”

“Thought you might need someone to explain the rules to you, mate.”

James’ grin is infuriating and infectious all at the same time, and Albus does his best to return it, wondering if his facial expression has landed at constipated or confused, and which is worse.

“Strangely enough I do know the rules, James. Might be something to do with it being all you ever t-.”

He’s cut off by the blaring fanfare erupting from the magically amplified speakers, drawing out even his thoughts.

“Are. You. Ready?!?” The announcer (a Gryffindor from his brother’s year with a grand collection of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes paraphernalia) demands, as the teams begin to emerge from the tunnel leading to the changing rooms. “The first match of the season is FINALLY here, and Hufflepuff seem more than ready to ravage the fine fellows from the Slytherin team, with their captain…”

But Albus doesn’t hear anymore. His eyes are fixed on the blur of green and silver with a shock of blonde hair zipping around the perimeter of the pitch, and they don’t falter until well after the snitch is caught.

***

Albus’ ears are still ringing when Scorpius finally appears in their dormitory. The small room seems even quieter than usual in comparison to the roar of the stadium, and when he finally speaks the volume of his own voice surprises him.

“You were brilliant!”

It’s a squeak, if he’s honest. A very uncouth sound for a cool and casual 16 year old.

“You thought so?”

Scorpius smile manages to be shy and blazing all at once, and it takes Albus a moment to recover.

“Yes, and so did James!”

“James? Your brother?”

“Do you know another James?”

“No.” Scorpius smiles, setting down his kit bag next to his bed. “I suppose I don’t.”

His hair is wet - from the showers or the rain Albus can’t tell - and he seems to hold himself taller than he had that morning.

“I mean it though.” Albus grins, stepping forward to meet Scorpius, going a step further than he might’ve done without the adrenaline of the match coursing through his veins. “Really outstanding. Best Quidditch I’ve ever seen.”

Scorpius snorts.

“Only Quidditch you’ve ever seen.”

“Yes,” Albus smiles “that too.”

A crack of lightning snaps outside, illuminating them both in a watery glow. Albus swallows.

“Thank you for coming today, Albus.” Scorpius says, a hand coming up to squeeze his friend’s upper arm, strong fingers callused from his broom. His eyes are bright, and his cheeks a little flushed. “It meant a lot to me.”

He opens his mouth to reply, but doesn’t get past the first syllable before the door to their room is flung open, their dorm mates flying in, Slytherin Quidditch chants filling the room like a symphony.

The moment is broken, but Albus doesn’t mind.

The spot on his arm where Scorpius’ fingers gripped is still warm.

And it feels like a promise.

[shortjohnsilver]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Flint/Thomas Hamilton, Captain Flint & Thomas Hamilton Characters: Captain Flint (Black Sails), Thomas Hamilton Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, James checks Thomas out while he's arguing, Dirty Talk, sort of Summary:

James has had a one-track mind since the night Thomas kissed him.

[justanoasisimagines]

Blurb (1)

Hey my lovelies, back with today's hero. I hope you're enjoying everything so far. I'm really enjoying bringing these to you. Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

"No, get back here." A weathered hand reached out tugging you back towards the bed. James held a pained and tired grin on his face as you retreated towards him. "Your bandages need changing. We don't want your injuries to fester." James held onto your hand as you kneeled back into the bed. "Being near you helps my injuries heal. You a better than any salve." You rolled your eyes, and James pinched your hip in rebuttal. It was weak. Too weak for your liking. James observed your mood intently, as he attempted to it up. Yet he was too weak, falling with a dramatic thud. Once more you attempted to get up and retrieve the bandages. James, however never backed down from a challenge as he pulled you toward him. Off guard, you tumbled into his arms, barely having time to catch yourself before you landed on top of him.

"I much prefer you in this position." James leaned up catching your lips against his as passionately as he could muster. You melted into James' touch your mind still focused on on not laying your body weight on top of his. "I hate it when you play dirty." You mumbled as James pulled away, smugness reflected in his blue eyes, pecking your lips in response. "Then give me what I want." "What you need is rest" Two unmoveable forces were facing each other, and you would retreat James moved forward. Neither one of you wanted to back down. "How about you let me attend to your wounds and in return, I'll spend the whole day with you." With his eyebrow cocked, you'd capture James attention. "All day?" "All day, what do you say to that Captain?" "Deal, but you have precisely five minutes."