#james flint x thomas hamilton

[bullet-prooflove]

Thomas Hamilton x James Flint Masterlist

- Know No Shame - Thomas doesn’t want James to feel any shame.

[dreaming-of-hope]

4/? BLACK SAILS ✘ EPIC THE MUSICAL

So tell me Would you fall in love with me again?

[k-wame]

I rather envy you. I remember what it was like the first time I met him…It's something quite indescribable. I imagine you're having it as we speak. ↳ BLACK SAILS | S2.E1 · IX

[jamsmcgraf]

Reuniting after decades apart

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE - 2.08 BLACK SAILS - 4.10

[zairaalbereo]

~ Thomas Hamilton and James McGraw ~

What can I say? I’m a sucker for an angsty, gay origin story, and even more so for a beautiful, gay happy ending. These two deserve one, and I will die on the hill that they got one. That’s the true story.

This is a homage to their beginnings, though, and in a way, to their tragic separation. Maybe I’ll do another one for their reunion.

Because this wasn’t insane enough.

(In any case, I have been putting way too much time and roughly 60.000 pencil strokes into this, and if I don’t post it now, I will keep obsessing about it or ruin it, so I just need to let it go lol.)

For those interested, there are prints of my art available on redbubble.

[matan4il]

On this Pride Month I would just like to say that Black Sails really made all of its four seasons and 38 episodes into an expression of gay rage against homophobic brutality and the unbearable loss of love, especially in that tragic context, and that’s still one of the most breathtaking things that any TV show has done, ever.

[shaunanats]

Black Sails Ship Tourney - Round 1

[coffeedrgn87]

Reunited

The stench of rotting seaweed and tar clung to the docks, but beneath it lingered the faintest trace of orange blossom, carried inland from some merchant’s garden. James’s fingers dug into the splintered wood of a barrel beside him. Ten years. Ten years of swallowing hope like a bitter tonic, of waking to the phantom press of a hand that wasn’t there.

Longboats slid through the ink-black water, oars muffled by rags. His pulse roared in his ears, louder than the surf. Shadows coalesced into men as they clambered onto the jetty—barefoot prisoners, their footfalls uneven on the warped planks. Then, a figure emerged, taller than the rest, posture rigid as a mainmast. Moonlight caught the angle of his jaw, the slope of his shoulders.

*Thomas.*

James’s throat closed. Sand shifted beneath his boots as he stepped forward, the wind carrying the salt-crust of Thomas’s coat, the old leather and bergamot soap that had haunted a hundred sleepless nights.

Thomas turned. The scar bisecting his left eyebrow—new, livid—gleamed silver. His eyes widened, sea-grey and achingly familiar.

“Thomas.” James’s voice frayed on the syllables, raw as rope-burn.

The name hung between them. Thomas’s lips parted, his exhale visible in the cool air. When he spoke, the cadence was unchanged—the rolling consonants of privilege tempered by years God knew where.

“James.”

Their hands met. Calluses rasped against James’s palm—Thomas’s hands, once ink-stained and soft, now roughened by labour. He gripped tighter, anchoring himself in the heat of Thomas’s skin, the pulse fluttering beneath his wrist.

“You’re here.” The words tore free, jagged. “They said you were dead. I saw the—”

“Letters forged. A cell instead of a noose.” Thomas’s thumb swept across James’s knuckles, a gesture preserved in memory. “I would’ve written, if I’d found paper that couldn’t be used as kindling.”

James’s fingers found Thomas’s face—the ridge of his cheekbone, the stubble grazing his palm. Real. Alive. The scent of him, sweat and iron and faintly of lemongrass, unspooled the last frayed thread of James’s restraint. He kissed him, salt and desperation, the taste of Thomas’s mouth as it had been that final morning in London—before the hammer of judges’ gavels, before the stink of prison hulks.

Thomas clutched the back of James’s neck, fingers tangling in hair long since stripped of its powder. The kiss deepened, a language of teeth and shared breath that needed no translation. When they broke apart, James pressed their foreheads together, inhaling the truth of him.

“Come.” He hauled Thomas toward the cobbled lane, boots slipping on moss-slick stones.

Thomas laughed, the sound bright against the harbour’s dirge. “Must we run? I’ve only just disembarked.”

“Yes.” James didn’t slow. The tavern’s lanterns glowed ahead, their light pooling on the street like spilled ale. Every shadow threatened to swallow Thomas whole.

The door to his rented room stuck, swollen with humidity. James shouldered it open, the reek of mildew and tallow candles enveloping them. He barred the latch, hands trembling.

Thomas stood motionless, moonlight etching his silhouette through the grimy window. “James—”

He crossed the room in three strides. Their second kiss was slower, deliberate. James worked free the buttons of Thomas’s waistcoat, linen sticking to his palms. The scent of his skin—sunbaked wool and the metallic tang of long confinement—flooded James’s senses.

“I dreamed your voice,” James muttered against his collarbone. “Every storm I weathered, every port. It kept me—”

Thomas’s hands stilled on his belt. “Alive?”

“Angry.”

A huff of laughter warmed James’s temple. Thomas’s fingers traced the scar along his ribs, a relic of Maroon arrows and older wars. “You wear it well.”

The bedframe protested as they sank onto the mattress, straw stuffing prickling through thin sheets. James mapped the new geography of Thomas’s body—the knotted muscle along his shoulders, the ridge of a half-healed burn on his thigh. Proof.

Thomas arched into his touch, breath hitching. “Still commandeering, I see.”

“You’d have me gentle?” James nipped his earlobe. “After a decade?”

“Never.”

Outside, the tide retreated, dragging pebbles across the shore. James memorised the rhythm of Thomas’s breaths, the hitch as their hips aligned. When dawn crept over the horizon, staining the floorboards amber, he still hadn’t closed his eyes.

[queershippingpolls]

Do you ship them?

[selkiewife]

Hi, hey. Does anyone ship show Dany x Missandei x Greyworm? Is there a ship name for them as a threesome? Have I asked this before? I may have. It's just I was thinking about Black Sails and James x Thomas x Miranda and Miranda's last words:

What do I want? I want to see this whole goddamn city, this city that you purchased with our misery, burn. I want to see you hanged on the very gallows you’ve used to hang men for crimes far slighter than this. I want to see that noose around your neck and I want to pull the fucking lever with my own two hands!

I see a parallel with Missandei's outcry:

Dracarys!

Before she is beheaded. Of course Game of Thrones completely and utterly fails Dany, Missandei, and Greyworm whereas Black Sails definitely does not fail James x Thomas x Miranda. But I'm chewing over this and spiraling a little. Why is Black Sails always writing Game of Thrones so much better?

Also does anyone ever imagine them as the three heads of the dragon? I may have to make some gifsets....

[queerstudiesnatural]

Happy Pride!! 🏳️‍🌈🏴‍☠️

feel free to use as icons <3 credit is appreciated but it's whatever

more black sails pride icons here

[dreaming-of-hope]

5/? BLACK SAILS ✘ EPIC THE MUSICAL

Don't tell me you're not the same person You're always my husband and I've been waiting

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Behind Closed Doors

read on AO3

~1k, Miranda Barlow/Captain Flint | James McGraw/Thomas Hamilton, Captain Flint | James McGraw/Thomas Hamilton, E-rating, Season 2-centric Summary: It's human nature to give into the pleasures of the mind and the heart. The three of them deserve so.

[asongaboutpirates]

This must not be hidden in the tags! You are absolutely right and you should say it.

First Thomas, then Charles... Flint sure like to steal men from their fathers.

[saltybenchday]

Figured it was time for a little update on my fics so here it is!

So eternally grateful for these characters and everything they’ve taught me.

Auroras and Sad Prose Outlander

A possible alternative to what happen toward the end of Scottish Prisoner, after the duel. Making their way back north to Helwater, the tension that has built up between Lord John Grey and Jamie Fraser eventually reaches a breaking point, with delightful results. Jamie/John, M, Words: 11,447

A Fiery Oath (Part 1 Between The Lines Series) Outlander

Jamie Fraser asks Lord John Grey to pledge his oath during the gathering at Fraser's Ridge. Jamie/John, T, Words: 1,221

Come Back to Me Outlander

After a duel, Lord John is badly injured and near death, Jamie makes a heartfelt confession to him. Jamie/John, M, Words: 1,460

Hope in the Shadows (Part 1 Hope & Daylight Series) Outlander/Black Sails

On their way to carry delicate information to Jamaica, Lord John Grey and his step-son William are set upon by pirates. Through a series of misfortunes, misadventures, and occasional stupidity, they find themselves immersed in the world of piracy on the high seas. Eventually, William and Lord John come to learn that heroes and villains are not always what they seem, and that sometimes friendships can be forged in the most unlikely of places. Outlander X Black Sails Crossover, Lord John Grey/James Flint, William Ransom, Long John Silver, M, Words: 51,532

Wee Beasties of Jamaica Outlander

Jamie Fraser is very afraid of snakes, Lord John Grey, of spiders. Jamaica was perhaps not the best place for either of them, but together they’ll muddle through. Jamie/John, E, Words: 4,825

Would You Ask For More (Part 2 Between The Lines Series) Outlander

After tragedy strikes, Lord John brings news to Frasers ridge in hopes that he might be able to provide some comfort to the family. In the end, he brings a great deal of comfort, though in a much different manner than he had imagined. Jamie/John, E, Words: 2,798

Through the Fog Outlander

Lord John Grey is on the road to Aberdeen to tend to family business when his horse spooks and throws him from the saddle. He suddenly finds himself very far away from where he was going, running away from the Wild Hunt and right into the arms of Jamie Fraser. Jamie/John, E, Words: 4,003

Chase the Stars 'Til Daylight (Part 2 Hope & Daylight Series) Outlander/Black Sails

After learning that Thomas Hamilton is alive, Lord John Grey enlists the help of Jamie Fraser to attempt a daring rescue. Complications occur and the two friends are forced to journey to Nassau and back in an effort to reunite Hamilton with his lost love, a task that turns out to be easier said than done. Between storms and shipwrecks, vengeful pirates, and scheming redcoats, they face hardships that test their friendship, and put their lives at risk. In the end, choices are made that will change their lives forever. Jamie/John, Jamie/Claire, Flint/Hamilton, John/Flint (past), M, Words: Words: 78,744

Sweet Nothing (Part 3 Between The Lines Series) Outlander

It is Lord John Grey's last night on The Ridge before returning to England, and Jamie Fraser finds himself restless and awake. Going in search of whiskey, what he finds is much better. Jamie/John, T, Words: 2912

Pas De Trois Black Sails

Miranda and Thomas teach James how to dance. James/Thomas/Miranda, T, Words:1821

Infinite & Inevitable Outlander

After coming across a set of standing stones, Lord John Grey finds himself on Fraser's Ridge, but absolutely nothing is as he remembers it. Meanwhile, Jamie Fraser has a surprise visit from his best friend, only Lord John seems to believe there's much more to their story. Jamie/John, Jamie/Claire, M, Words: 52,076

Even In Silence Outlander

Set during 7x02Jamie goes back to John's room after their conversation unable to bear the idea of separation, and in doing so realizes what he'd been looking for all along. Jamie/John, E, Words: 5,066

Haunts of The Ridge Outlander

Jamie's plan to bring his family on a fun and relaxing weekend away doesn't turn out quite as expected, thanks to some surprise supernatural visitors. Jamie/John, Modern AU, T, Words: 3,737

A Simple Thing Outlander

Set toward the end of An Echo in the Bone, Lord John gives Claire a gift and Claire considers what the future might look like. John/Claire, T, Words: 1,567

Guilty As Sin? Outlander

After a year apart Jamie and Claire Fraser are having marriage problems. Thankfully, Dr. Grey is there to help. Which is great. Until Jamie develops a crush on the therapist, leading to a series of very bad (but very sexy) decisions that could ruin the Fraser's marriage forever. Or, just maybe, the three of them will find a way to make it work against all odds and end up happier than ever. Jamie/John/Claire, Modern AU, E, Words: 29,211

Reckless Outlander

What might have happened if Jamie had taken out his anger in a very different way after learning about John and Claire's carnal knowledge. Jamie/John, E, Words: 2,410

[shaunanats]

Hey guys! I'm going to host a Black Sails Ship Tournament. Here are my ideas for the pairings. Please let me know your thoughts and if there's anything I missed or should remove from the list!

Flint/Thomas

Flint/Miranda

Flint/Thomas/Miranda

Flint/Silver

Flint/Silver/Madi

Flint/Gates

Flint/Billy

Flint/Teach

Flint/Israel Hands

Flint/Vane

Eleanor/Flint

Eleanor/Max

Eleanor/Vane

Eleanor/Rogers

Silver/Madi

Silver/Max

Silver/Billy

Silver/Israel Hands

Silver/Muldoon

Max/Anne

Max/Anne/Jack

Max/Idelle

Billy/Gates

Billy/Vane

Billy/Abigail Ashe

Vane/Teach

Vane/Jack

Jack/Anne

Jack/Max

Jack/Teach

Jack/Anne/Vane

Jack/Mark Read

Jack/Anne/Mark Read

Mr. Scott/Maroon Queen

Miranda/Thomas

Thomas/Flint/Silver

Teach/Israel Hands

Idelle/Featherstone