#Charles Vane imagine

[justanoasisimagines]

Love,

Day 3 of my heroes versus villians event. Today we're starting off with a love letter. Check in later to see who the hero is today! Have spooktactular day! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

I didn't expect to be away from you. Not this long anyway. The voyage has forced roughe seas and unpredicted threats. I hope you're well, and keeping busy. I know how restless you get wheneve I've been away for too long.

There is not much of an update I'm afraid love. I believe we are close to finding I can feel it. If I'm being hpnest something doesn't feel right. I worry somehting will go wrong. i'm anticipating a battle. The enemy will crep on us. I don't know how or why, but it will.

Regardless of the fact, I will retun home to you. They will have to kill me and dismember my body and even that I'd still fight to get to you.

All my love,

Charles x

[kind-wolf]

Posting that while I'm at work?! That was torture!

Had to wait 5 hours to read it! 😭

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Hope wonders if he knows they’re not quite as charming as he thinks. 

Ha! 😂 Someone finally said it!

While I absolutely love Jack as a character, I can't imagine really finding him charming.

Anyway....

It was a perfectly written ending (beginning) to their story! Through all the chapters you managed to keep their characters/traits consistent. The pacing was impeccable!

A true delight!

I'm glad and grateful that you managed to finish this tale! And while it's sad that you don't have much time to write anymore, I hope life is good for you and you're contend.

Thank you! 💗

The Heart of Admiration - Conclusion

Coming in juuuuust under three years in the making, my epic OC collaboration with @acebreathesfire​ is finally complete and posted! it didn’t sit right, to leave this unfinished.

As my choice of photo may imply, this is an Explicit chapter. I am who I am, and my slow burns must culminate in all the details. Hope that doesn’t turn anyone off! There is more plot after the naughty bits, if you prefer to scroll to the end…

taglist: @kind-wolf​ @ladyhubris @summertimesadness101 @23orso @n3rdybird​ @bitchyikes​

Hope is fairly certain that Charles meant for her to follow. And the fire that his heavy look ignited in her core certainly is impelling her to rush after him, but she doesn’t let her feet move. If she enters that cabin with him now, after everything that’s been said, his touch still hot on her skin, there’s only one thing that can happen.

And that thing will be irreversible.

“Hope,” Jack calls across the table, interrupting her moment.

She turns to him, blinking, hoping any trace of moon-eyed girlishness has cleared before he can catch her throwing any more looks after their captain.

Read on

[solinarimoon]

Arnas needs to play a pirate. This man screams swashbuckler and roguish scallawag to me. Especially with that goatee he’s sporting. 🥵

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"WE'VE MISSED YOU"

This is a soft and cute fic where James and Charles are your boyfriends because I need them so bad, both of them at the same time i'm not even fucking kidding I love them

I hope you like it, comrades!

(English isn't my first language, so I apologize if there's any mistake on the spelling)

Also, let me know if you want me to make the smut version of this fic *wink, wink*

The English governor who had taken control of Nassau was going to take Grace and the small remaining stash of the urca's treasure to the port, where they would be forced to board a ship bound for Havana, so that the Englishman could settle his debt to Spain.

Flint and Vane were not going to let that happen. Max had told the latter that one of his girls had tricked one of the governor's men into telling them where the carriage with Grace and the stash was going to pass.

That was how they had ended up hidden in the undergrowth on either side of the road. Flint gestured to his men to keep an eye out for any suspicious movement. Vane's gaze never left the road in front of them.

-If what Max said is true, they should be here soon. - He glanced at Flint, who nodded. -

-We're going to lose several men. - He muttered. - But we must recover Grace, and the stash. - He added.

-Good men die every day. - Vane replied. - All for a good cause.

They looked at each other for a moment before looking away at the road.

At that moment, the unmistakable sound of horses' hooves was heard approaching quickly. Flint held the pistol firmly in his right hand, while Vane did the same with his sword.

The carriage turned quickly onto the gravel road. James and Charles glanced at each other, and when it reached them, they emerged from the undergrowth with the rest of their men.

Vane took care of the two who held the reins of the carriage first, before turning to those who came behind, guarding it.

Several men took it upon themselves to calm the horses, while Captain Flint quickly approached the carriage with Vane covering his back. He opened the small door, his gaze instantly falling on hers, letting her know that he was okay.

Then James looked to his left, where the governor stood, pointing a pistol at him.

-I didn't want it to come to this - he said, placing his index finger on the trigger - she has to get on that ship with the stash, and you're not going to be able to stop it

-It turns out we've already done it - Flint replied, gesturing towards his men behind him, who after finishing off all the English soldiers, were pointing their pistols at him - you have no escape, governor - he added with a sarcasm, tilting his head towards the outside - get out - he ordered, staring at him, a determined gleam reflected in his green eyes - now

The governor looked at Grace and the chest at his feet for a moment, before hanging the pistol from his belt and walking out with his hands raised towards the outside of the carriage.

Once outside, Flint offered him his hand so he could get out as well. He stepped on the gravel on the road, and took a deep breath as he felt the air in his lungs again. It wasn't clean, but it was better than the concentrated air inside the vehicle.

Her gaze wandered over the men, searching for one in particular. As soon as she saw him she almost burst into tears of relief. Charles and his men surrounded the governor, preventing his escape.

He felt someone watching him and when his eyes connected with hers and he saw that she was unharmed, the heaviness that had settled in his chest eased a little.

The two men she loved had come to save her from a fate worse than death. She couldn't ask for more. She then turned her gaze to James, who had his gaze fixed on the scene in front of them.

-What are you going to do with him? –Grace asked-

-I'd like to tell you what I know you want to hear, darling –he whispered, the name made her smile, she had missed him terribly- but we can't kill him –he said- if we do, all the English soldiers in Nassau will rebel against us –he indicated- and we don't have enough men to fight them

-Leave it to me –she offered, he opened his eyes wide-

-What are you going to do? –the captain wanted to know-

-I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse –she assured him- Do you trust me?

-You know I do –he nodded towards Charles- and so did Vane

-I know –she leaned down to leave a loving kiss on his cheek before approaching where Charles was-

Their men made a path for her so she could pass through the middle, until she was next to Captain Vane.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye when he saw her approach, tilting his head every so often towards the governor.

-Hi

-Hi, gorgeous –he replied with a half-smile- Are you okay? Did they hurt you?

-I'm fine, Charles –she kissed his cheek just like she had done with Flint, while leaning over his ear- I've talked to James, I'll take care of him –she announced-

He pulled away, and after nodding his head firmly he stepped aside so she was facing him, although he didn't stop pointing the gun at her, which Grace thanked him for silently.

-I warned you what would happen if you decided to go through with this – she started- Captains Flint and Vane are respected men in Nassau, men who were here before you began your mandate –she leaned towards him so that he looked her directly in the eyes- this is not England, here you have no authority –she pointed at Flint and Vane as well as the rest of the men- they ARE the authority –she pointed out- let's make a deal

-I don't negotiate with pirates –he growled angrily, she sketched a half-smile-

-We are all pirates here, Mr. Governor –she spat sarcastically- if you wanted to negotiate with respectable people, you have come to the wrong place –she said making the men laugh behind her back- Nassau has been governed by pirates since before Eleanor Guthrie was born –she shrugged- and we have not done badly, until you had to come, the civilized English and try to put us in line, let me tell you something –she murmured, resting her hands on her head -None of your commands, laws, or pardons will make Nassau stop being what it is: the republic of pirates - she took a deep breath for a moment before continuing - the deal is this: withdraw all your men from our port and maybe, just maybe we will let you return to England with all your body parts put back in their proper place - she looked at him intently - Have I made myself clear?

Unable to speak, the governor nodded. Grace gestured towards Vane with her hand, who slowly lowered the gun, leaving it in her hand, just in case.

-Go away - she ordered - by the time night falls, I don't want to see a single Englishman in my port. If not, there will be consequences -she threatened, looking at him firmly before looking at one of Flint's men- Let him take a horse -she said- We're pirates, not monsters

The general laughter of the crew, along with the smiles of Flint and Vane, were priceless. The governor mounted the horse and rode quickly back to the city.

The captains approached her and the three of them hugged her tightly.

-You're okay- Flint said, leaving a kiss on her head -You're okay -he repeated-

-We've missed you -Charles said, speaking for both of them- Don't do anything so dangerous again, please-

-We'll tie you up so you don't do it again- Flint added, smiling half-heartedly-

-Interesting -she murmured, looking at them alternately -What kind of rope are we talking about?

Both men inevitably burst out laughing at their girlfriend's jokes.

-You're one of a kind -Flint whispered before gesturing towards the horses - we must go, we are too exposed here-

-Let's go - Charles seconded, whistling to his men to let them know that they were returning to the port-

[calamaroo]

JOHN "CALICO JACK" RACKHAM AU BACKSTORY

CW : DEPICTIONS AND DESCRIPTIONS OF DEATH AND BLOOD‼️

(This is very self-indulgent and mostly because I thought it'd be cool)

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AU LORE :

At 36, Calico Jack was the captain of the REVENGE (formerly Charles Vanes's ship, which he mutinied and took over).

At 37, he was captured by the Royal British Navy and thrown in "pirate prison" (idk what it was called irl). On his first day, he was whipped/beaten by the guards, something they did to every pirate on their first day.

[I imagine this part like a scene in a movie] As he lays there in the dirt, he's nearly unconscious, but feels someone grab him. They drag him over to their cell and get someone to help her clean his new wounds. It hurts, hence the drawing, and it depicts that scene.

[She is one of the big bosses of the pirate prisoners, so holds authority with them]

The person who helped him was Anne Bonny, whom he fell in love with. They are together in the prison for a few months before escaping and spending the rest of that year pirating on the high seas.

At 38, he's again caught and this time sentenced to death instead of imprisonment. Anne Bonny is able to convince the court to pardon her because she was pregnant (Calico Jack's son/Kwazii's father). Anne Bonny leaves him for Mary Read, who was also pardoned. (Irl, there was no evidence of them being in a relationship ship, but in Octo-universe, they are now. Lesbian cats.)

He's able to escape his hanging and flees, where he hides for two more years (until 40 years old, and authorities wound his left eye), then a storm shipwrecks him and he ends up in the Amazon for another 15 years.

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I love my pirate pookie and making him suffer <3

[flyingdickolas]

Ned Low is such a fascinating villain and the way he's introduced in season 2 is so perfect because he's teased to be the big bad of the season. He appears before the credits, kills a bunch of sailors, and is like "I'm coming to Nassau." Any show usually makes it clear just how important the new threat of the series is. When I first started season two, I was convinced it was going to end in Flint and Vane having to join sides to defeat Ned Lowe and his crew as well as the loyalists he would gain.

And then he dies in episode three.

I think this is absolutely genius, and it's one of the reasons why season two is so amazing and some of the best subversive writing ever. On my last rewatch of IX-XI, I realized it's almost like Lowe represented season one. His crew is scared of him and doubts his leadership, just like Flint. He's hyper-violent and doesn't give a shit. He LITERALLY threatens to do to Eleanor what the crew of the Ranger did to Max.

Killing Ned Low, therefore, is not only an important moment for Charles Vane and the plot moving forward, since we find out the captive girl is Abigail only after he's dead, but for the tone of the show moving forward. If he is essentially the manifestation of the tone of season one, shifts the tone and changes the narrative to something new. It's no surprise after this episode, we finally get the answer to what happened with the Hamiltons and the show loses a lot of its good-pirate-vs-bad-pirate nature. The true enemy is revealed and now you are in for some of the craziest, most perfect moments of television ever concocted. I was right about Flint and Vane having to team up, but I never could've imagined the outcome.

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TL;DR// I believe that XI-XIII really marked the turning point where Black Sails truly became the greatest thing ever, and season two as a whole is absolutely genius for how much it subverts the expectations from season one. Not to say that the first season isn't worth watching and there's nothing good there because there definitely is, but man everything after is just so so so so much better

[fornassau]

He didn’t know why Flint would assume the clothes were coming off, but he was damned glad he wasn’t resisting.

Before he could say anything in response, those thick fingers were deep in his mouth and he moaned deeply, slathering then with spit. Charles loved the feeling of having his mouth and arms filled at once. He’d called him a cockslut and it was true, but James was an ass man for sure with how much he enjoyed eating him out. His hand was ushered away, and he let out a sudden grunt as not one but two fingers were pushed in. He growled. “ Fuuuuuck.. “

Charles had set his hands on his shoulders initially. But now he was hugging onto him, ass out and presented as he fingered him. Breathing heavily, those words just egged him on. It was so hot. “ I want them to see, James.. “ Exhibitionism was one of his deepest kinks. He’d let Flint live out any he had so he was grateful for this. He rocked his ass back and forward on those deeply twisting digits. “ I want them to watch you put me on display.. “

The sudden twist made his back arch and he cried out a bit more. One person looked over but looked off and thankfully Flints back was to the crowd. He’d push those fingers more, and in his attempt he now had Charles gaping and it took the breath out of him. He could feel them wriggling deep and as soon as they brushed his prostate he was a loud cursing and moaning mess. “ Oh fuuuuuuck.. “ He groaned, already beginning to slip in that subspace. “ Its so fucking much Flint. “ He whined. “ My arse can’t take it, it won’t fit! “ Was he wanting to fist him now? Or was he merely loosening? It didn’t matter as it drive him wild, pushing and rubbing himself more to his fingers, sucking them in. “ Fuuuuuuck.. “ He growled. “ Put it in me.. I need your cock.. “

“Because it’s been a while since I’ve said this to you, Charles…” A brief pause. “Fuck you.” <3

This was exactly how they said that they loved each other. They’d hated each other so damn fiercely, it was the only appropriate thing to say now that they loved so fiercely. Charles smirked, yet still managed to smile and shook his head. “ Fuck you too, Flint. “

@avastyetwats

[221bnassau]

Exactly.

Charles Vane, you are so dear to me. Promises and oaths are so important to him that I can only imagine how difficult this moment must be for him. But his love for Nassau will always prevail and Flint knew that, he didn't even need to lie or edulcorate things, he just had to remember him to listen to himself.

Vane's dilemma about whether to stick with Blackbeard or fight alongside Flint… I also associate it with Eleanor. Despite Nassau turning against him in a heartbeat, he still intends to defend her with all his might. Just like he did for Eleanor so many times.

Eleanor is the one who has undoubtedly moved on, she's falling in love and she's too furious with Vane to even consider it but it makes me wonder if, under different circumstances, he would have come back to her side once again despite all.

[etoilesombre]

I send you a message asking for fics about 2 weeks ago... i have since read them all and the blacksails brainrot has consumed me. Its not getting better. You were right... 'a month' is not long enough - it will be a decade of me thinking about black sails fulltime at the least.

I have read SO many good fics, honestly this fandom is blessed with great minds and great writers!! Your recommendations were excellent!! (Your fics too)

While going through the flintsilver tag I found a silverflinthamilton fic ('we can lose and call it living') and oh boy did that scratch an itch i didn't know i had!!

So now (after reading silverflint fics for like 2 weeks in all my spare time) I was wondering if you (or you followers!) know any flinthamilton fics. I don't know if that's your jam personally but I would love to read some fics about james and thomas (and possibly miranda) and how their relationship grew!! We see sooo little of it on screen!!

So if you have any recommendations once more, i would appreciate it!!

Hi! really sorry it took me so long to get to this, it has been a hectic week, I hope you see it!! Glad you enjoyed the recs, and I have rounded up some more.

I do read a lot less Flinthamilton(s), but a couple stick out in my mind, and I also crowdsourced some recommendations. I'm going to stick some other miscellaneous pairings on the end as well, in case you feel like further expanding your horizons.

Flintham recs: (most of them are postcanon rather than London era. I too would love more recs for London era.)

The Peaceable Kingdom by kvikindi (~45k words total) A Thomas-at-the-plantation novella length series that is truly beautifully written and engages with some hard, interesting ideas in meaningful ways.

The Sundering Sea by x_art (~140k words) I have not read this one but it comes highly recommended. One thing to note is that it is set post season two and was written in 2015, so BEFORE the ending had aired.

Rip Out All The Epilogues by Thatswherethelightgetsin (~60k words) An AU where both Hamiltons come to Nassau with Flint. This one has a side of Vane/Miranda which is interesting.

A Story Is True/A Story Is Untrue by FletcherHonorama (~210k words) This one is famous and well respected, it's a story told in parallel based on different possible endings, which is a really interesting concept.

Eye of the Beholder by Palebluedot (~2.6k words) Whew, some simple porn to balance out the many thoughtful novels people write for this pairing. They fuck in front of a mirror. It's hot.

5 Times Thomas and James Touched Foreheads Together by daylighthour (~12.5k words) Ok this is my favorite James/Thomas fic of all time, I think about it regularly - and it's rated g, imagine that. It's lovely, and supports my deeply held Autistic Flint headcanon.

NON-Flintham recs:

Ner Tamid by notfelix (~2.7k words) Ok this is technically Silver/Muldoon but it isn't really about that, it's a Jewish John Silver character study complete with cannibalism, oh my. It's great. For ACTUAL Silver/Muldoon I also encourage you to check out the same author's kinkmeme story Taking Care.

Marriage Is For Happy Men by QueerCrusader (~7.5k words) Flintgates, precanon. Flint has to perform a wedding, and has feelings about it. He and his quartermaster spend some quality time together after. This one is SO in character, really makes it work for me.

trust/caution by squidnapped (~5.4k) Also Flintgates. Disaster bottom Flint!! Love of my life!! Just. Just go read it. Trust me. This is one of my favorite fics of all time, also think about it regularly.

theives by ajaxthegreat (~3.7k words) Flintvane after Charles Town. This one is unfinished, but I really love how they talk to each other in it.

like real people do by thegreatblondebalrogslayer (~2k words) Vane is the one who shaves Flint's hair. No porn. You know it's good if I read it and there's no porn.

(If I may be so bold, I wrote Flintvane one time as well, here, try it you might like it)

your legs are the north star by Jaynovz (~3.6k) I can't usually do het at all but it works here. Flintmadi, taking comfort in each other when they're grieving Silver. Love the fealty dynamic, I'm weak for that.

[morrigan-sims]

Time for random fun(?) facts! Pick a handful of OCs (or just one), and come up with a brand new fact about each. Have fun! :D

hiiii elsa!!! Thanks for the ask! (and a merry christmas eve to you if you celebrate! If not, happy holidays and a glorious Tuesday to you!)

I've got a zillion OCs, so have a selection!

Sera, my Pathfinder: Kingmaker character (an aasimar monk), changed alignments from Lawful Neutral to Lawful Good. This is absolutely because of the fact that she suddenly had a whole kingdom of people relying on her. It's hard to be neutral when you know the names and faces of the people whose lives are on the line.

Olna, my latest Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous character (a half-orc barbarian), has a very deep voice. She could easily sing tenor, or even hit some bass notes. (Women with low voices, my beloved.)

Rook, my most beloved dnd oc & idiot bastard man, is squeamish about needles, and only needles. (Based on a conversation I just had with one of my fellow players in his campaign about our mutual immunity to any and all gross imagery other than needles.)

I could never pull it off, and I never even try to do voices, but in my head, Carrion's voice is very low and kind of raspy. I think he sounds slightly like Charles Vane from Black Sails.

I may have mentioned this one before, but Fallon can't sing to save her life. Her mother had a lovely voice, but Fallon is incapable of carrying a tune.

Captain Blackthorne absolutely loves dogs, and the bigger the better. I can totally imagine him living on a farm and having a Great Pyrenees in some weird alternate universe.

[avastyetwats]

🎃 From Vane

🎃- carving pumpkins @fornassau

"Go ahead and put them on the table. They need to be gutted before we can start carving." Flint said as they walked into the house, each one of them carrying a pumpkin. Well, except for Flint. Ivy insisted on carrying his - or rather theirs - to both be helpful and prove she was strong. A human child likely would've struggled, but given she was a werewolf, well, she had superhuman strength, even for a little girl.

"I'll clean my own!" Charlotte called out, insistent on doing everything herself. "My carving is going to the best out of them all!"

"And the messiest, too." Lorelei rolled her eyes, prompting her big sister to shoot her a glare.

Then there was little Ivy who just barely managed reaching the table to set the pumpkin on top. "Nu-uh! Our pumpkin is gonna be the best one! Right, Mr. Flint?" The little girl asked with a beaming smile, looking up at him. Goddamn, she was so fucking adorable. That little girl had Flint wrapped around her pinky. He'd do anything for her, for any one of them, really. He wanted to say yes just to keep that smile on her face, but given how artistic Charlotte was, he wasn't so sure...

Though Charlotte made sure to point that out. "Are you kidding? Remember when we asked him to draw a werewolf? It was so bad." She laughed and Flint huffed.

"Hey, that was my first time drawing a werewolf!" He reminded her, feigning offense.

"You couldn't even draw the moon." She added. "It had holes."

"Those were craters!" Both Charlotte and Lorelei laughed and he grinned. "Anyway, yes, Ivy, our pumpkin is going to be great." That seemed good enough for her because she was beaming even more now. She was so excited to be carving with Flint. Unfortunately she was still too young to be using such sharp and dangerous tools, so Flint offered to be her carving buddy, and it made her the happiest little girl.

Charlotte and Lorelei were both old enough. Well, Lorelei still a little young, but she was smart and careful, they weren't worried. And Charlotte? Well, she was certainly capable and she wouldn't have taken no for an answer, anyway.

"Charles, your oldest is being mean to me." Flint complained, looking to his boyfriend as he brought his pumpkin over.

That prompted Charlotte to stick her tongue out at him and Flint did the same in return, making her giggle.

Flint was so damn happy Charlotte liked him now. Loved him, even. They've all spent so much time together and, well, they were practically a family and Flint was just over the moon. They filled his life with so much love and joy and he couldn't imagine his life without them.

"Alright, girls, here." He set the several different pumpkin patterns books on the table. "Ivy, you choose ours while I clean out the pumpkin." He kissed the top of her head before walking to the island with the pumpkin and pulling out the large knives and the ice cream scoop. They were going to at least cut the top off of Charlotte's. The knife was big and Flint was uncomfortable letting her handle it. The scooping though? She could do. "Oh, and save the pumpkin seeds." He tells both Charles and Charlotte. He looks to the girls for a moment, making sure they were all distracted, before cupping Charles's face so he could turn and kiss him on the lips, smiling and humming happily.

[shinesurge]

do you guys remember when ofmd first came out and we were all sort of trying to recommend black sails knowing it wouldn't work, can you imagine if that had tho and we were getting charles vane discourse instead lmao

[littlecrabbs]

Thinking abt the fact that Luke Arnold initially auditioned for the role of Charles Vane. He looks like such a John Silver, I couldn’t imagine him any different.

[maremote]

Black Sails Monologuolympics BR4.1: SILVER'S MONOLOGUES: ROUND 1 🥈

9/12: 303 vs 409

Silver, to Billy, in 303: " That has been the problem all along. That's the thing gates never understood and a thing you never understood. You cannot decide to follow a man like that and then pick and choose when you deny him. If challenge him directly, he and will be at such extreme odds in front of the men, it will be the end of this crew one way or another, and can't allow that to happen. So, once again, he is able to conjure the reality he desires just as it was in Charlestown. And just as it was in that storm. There is no denying a man with that kind of power. He conjured us into it. And who's more powerful? The one who made the storm or the one who convinced us into battle to defeat it? A man of his capacities, his state of mind becomes reality. We are subject to it. And right now his state of mind's so dark, it threatens to kills us all. [...] I'm clearheaded, Billy. I see him. During that feud with Vane over the fort, I sat in his cabin and| watched him turn himself inside out over the idea that anyone in Nassau would see him as the villain in that story. Well, now he's the greatest villain in the new world. We all see it. We all follow him because of it. think it's torture for him, and think the only way he can imagine it stopping is when there are no more of us left to witness it."

Silver, to Madi, in 409: "Can't you see it? It isn't utility that's behind his investmernt in me.. nor necessity, nor dependency. I understand you fear a false motive. But this much is clear to me now... have earned his respect. And after all the tragedies that man has suffered... the loss of Thomas, the events of Charles Town... have earned his trust. have his true friendship... and so he's going to have mine. And as long as that is true, cannot imagine what is possible."

BRACKET FOUR ROUND ONE // BRACKET FOUR // ALL POLLS

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"DO YOU REMEMBER?"

POV: Charles Vane teachs you swordfighting

I hope you like it comrades! ☺

You had lost count of how many times you had lost your sword and consequently fallen to the ground.

You sighed and stood up tiredly while brushing the sand off your pants. You looked up to see your opponent.

Captain Vane's bright blue eyes watched you steadily, waiting for you to pick up your sword again to resume your lessons.

Charles decided to teach you how to handle a sword after a man from another crew almost killed you for not knowing how to do it.

The scar on your shoulder proved it. The man gestured with his index finger towards you, inviting you to attack him again.

You were starting to get tired. It was one thing for him to teach you and another for him to make a fool of you, as was happening at that moment.

-Again - he ordered, getting into a defensive position, ready to receive your attack-

You pressed your lips into a thin line, evaluating how you could attack him so that this time it would be him who fell to the ground, or at least his sword did.

You lunged at him, and when you were about to reach him you feinted to the right, causing him to turn to that side to block your thrust.

You exchanged several more saber blows, until both swords locked. You pressed against him just as he did against you, in a silent fight to see who was stronger.

Of course he won. Your sword fell back to the ground, while Vane placed the edge of his delicately on your neck.

An amused smile appeared on his lips when he saw how your features contorted due to rage and something else.

-This time it has been better than the last - he encouraged you - although if this were a real situation, you would already be dead You snorted in exasperation before answering him

-That does not encourage me at all, captain - you murmured, looking away at your sword on the sand -

An idea had just occurred to you. A half-smile tugged at your lips, as you separated the edge of the sword with your index finger, without cutting yourself.

-Although I don't think you would let them kill me - you murmured, getting a little closer, so that you could see yourself reflected in his clear eyes - I matter to you too much to let me die, right? - you whispered, getting closer to his ear, he allowed it, you felt how his whole body tensed at your proximity, you smiled - you will ALWAYS be there to save me, do you remember when you told me? - you murmured -

-Yes - he whispered, tilting his head towards you, the braids of his hair brushing your cheek as he spoke - I also remember how later you begged me to fuck you - he said, making a shiver of pleasure run through you - Do you remember? Because I do, with absolute clarity - he answered - since then your moans serve as a lullaby for me at night - he confessed, separating from you to look you in the eyes - tell me - he pressed - Do you remember?

It was then that you rested your sword on his neck.

The plan was to distract him enough to pick up the sword from the ground, and you had successfully carried it out. An amused smile spread across his lips when he saw the weapon.

He tilted his head for a moment, before focusing on you again. He moved the sword away from his neck and shortened the short distance that separated you to cover his lips with yours.

You held onto his broad shoulders while his tongue explored every corner of your mouth, and his teeth bit your lower lip before kissing you fiercely again, as if he were a hungry animal.

You let him do it because despite your quarrels, it could not be denied that every time you were together, good sparks flew.

[thewardenofwinter]

WBW — what are the reptiles like in your setting? If your setting is Earth and that makes this question redundant, imagine your character of choice has been dropped into a prehistoric time period and must live amongst the dinosaurs, what do they do to survive?

Happy WBW Wednesday! Thanks for this ask, I love it as an enjoyer of all reptiles (especially snakes.)

The only character of mine that I think would survive prehistoric times is, of course, Circe. Since she already has vast experience of living on an uninhabited island for her entire life, having to build your own shelter, hunt, build fires and thus forth comes very naturally to her. She also has a very strong will and runs on pure spite alone so that definitely helps, and her connection with animals and nature I feel would give her an advantage.

I think that Adam would also do fairly well, having been marooned over a dozen times. I think the only problem he would face would be the solitude: he's very much a people person and I have a sneaking suspicion he might pull a Charles Vane from AC4 and go nuts. Also he would definitely try to pet a dinosaur and get eaten.

Other than those two scallywags, I don't think anyone of my characters would last more than a day. Kids these days with their cellphones and video games, they would never survive a day in the late Cretaceous period smh.

�� M. Warrin