#verses: james flint : before sails

[vocesincaput]

ABOUT: James Flint

BIRTH NAME James McGraw

TAKEN NAME James Flint.

AGE 50 approx.

PLACE OF BIRTH London, England.

GENDER Male.

PRONOUNS He / Him.

SEXUAL PREFERENCE Gay.

RANK Captain, Lieutenant.

AFFILIATION(S) British Royal Navy (formerly), Thomas Hamilton, Miranda Barlow (Hamilton), John Silver, crew of The Walrus, Jack Rackham, Charles Vane, Anne Bonny, Billy Bones, Eleanor Guthrie.

FORMERLY @nolongermcgraw

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT 1.765mm / 5’11”.

HAIR Ginger.

EYES Green.

James was raised by his grandfather after his father, a carpenter, abandoned him following his mothers early death.

He has a tattoo of a crescent moon on his right arm.

James revealed that the reason he chose "Flint" as his alias when becoming a pirate was for a story his grandfather told him: when he was a boy on a ship, his grandfather saw a man climbing on the vessel, asking for food and water. James' ancestor gave them to him and asked for his name, being answered "Flint" before the mysterious man disappeared as fast as he came.

VERSES

OFMD

This is Jame's default verse here & will not be tagged as a verse. All of his story is the same except for things involving characters that are in both series (such as Blackbeard).

before sails

This verse covers anything and everything that takes place before the events of Black Sails, adapted to OFMD.

This includes James’ time in the British Navy, before that and when he first becomes a pirate.

during sails

This verse covers anything and everything that takes place during the timeline of Black Sails, adapted to OFMD.

It can follow canon events or start at a point in canon and go off into an alternative version of events.

after sails

This verse covers anything and everything that takes place following on from the events of Black Sails, adapted to OFMD.

modern verse

James McGraw was a member of the British Royal Navy until he was given a Dishonourable Discharge due to his relationship with another man (and other reasons, depending on individual verses/interactions).

Having lost everything, James had to find a way to start over. Taking on the name ‘James Flint’, he began to quickly learn the ways of being a conman. Taking on jobs that grew bigger and he subsequently gained a reputation of being good at what he did and ruthless when he needed.

[vocesincaput-arc]

James Flint

BIRTH NAME James McGraw TAKEN NAME James Flint. AGE 50 approx. PLACE OF BIRTH London, England. GENDER Male. PRONOUNS He / Him. SEXUAL PREFERENCE Homosexual. RANK Captain, Lieutenant. AFFILIATION(S) British Royal Navy (formerly), Thomas Hamilton, Miranda Barlow (Hamilton), John Silver, crew of The Walrus, Jack Rackham, Charles Vane, Anne Bonny, Billy Bones, Eleanor Guthrie.

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT 1.765mm / 5’11”.

HAIR Ginger.

EYES Green.

James was raised by his grandfather after his father, a carpenter, abandoned him following his mothers early death.

He has a tattoo of a crescent moon on his right arm.

James revealed that the reason he chose "Flint" as his alias when becoming a pirate was for a story his grandfather told him: when he was a boy on a ship, his grandfather saw a man climbing on the vessel, asking for food and water. James' ancestor gave them to him and asked for his name, being answered "Flint" before the mysterious man disappeared as fast as he came.

PERSONALITY

Flint is known throughout the West Indies as one of the most feared of all the Nassau pirates. He's arguably one of the strongest fighters in the series, skilled with sword, pistol and even fists; he was defeated in a duel with Blackbeard only after weeks of starvation. Even Vane acknowledges him as the best naval strategist in Nassau.

Flint is very charismatic, a cunning manipulator, shrewd and ruthless. He uses fear to lead others, and is fearless himself. As captain, he distances himself from the crew, while justifying it as due to resentment of his classical education. In truth, he can be distrustful of them, and believes himself the only person intelligent enough to understand his “noble” goal - revenge against the whole of England.

His charisma masks a deep, simmering rage, and a propensity toward breathtaking violence. Nothing will stand in the way of his plan; not Billy, not Gates. His sanity grows steadily more unstable over the first two seasons, up to the point of killing his friend Gates for doubting his plan. Then after Miranda’s death, he snaps, having a massive freak out, until Silver gets him in check again.

Flint's partnership with Silver works better than any of the others, as Flint respects him, trusts him, and even considers him a friend. However, the partner-turned-friendship is truly tested over Madi. Ultimately, the history of people being irresponsibly consumed by Flint's crusade - Gates, Eleanor, Miranda, countless crewmates - and the prospect that the woman he loves will be next, is too much for Silver. He betrays him and sabotages his war against civilisation.

VERSES

before sails

This verse covers anything and everything that takes place before the events of the series.

This includes James’ time in the British Navy, before that and when he first becomes a pirate.

during sails

This verse covers anything and everything that takes place during the timeline of the series.

It can follow canon events or start at a point in canon and go off into an alternative version of events.

after sails

This verse covers anything and everything that takes place following on from the events of the series.

modern verse

James McGraw was a member of the British Royal Navy until he was given a Dishonourable Discharge due to his relationship with another man (and other reasons, depending on individual verses/interactions).

Having lost everything, James had to find a way to start over. Taking on the name ‘James Flint’, he began to quickly learn the ways of being a conman. Taking on jobs that grew bigger and he subsequently gained a reputation of being good at what he did and ruthless when he needed.

[frau-kali]

Right here, Like This ♡

Congrats, it's porn! lol, I just really wanted to write a fic where they have morning sex in the cabin and it's all soft and bantery and they're cute. I started this years ago, in Nov 2017, months after S4 first aired. It's canon verse, set during that vague time between S3 and 4.

Now that I think of it, it reminds me of a similar fic that you wrote. Yours is one of my faves, too. Hopefully I'll finish mine someday.

In the meantime, porn snippet under the read more :)

It didn't really surprise John when he woke up hard, his aching cock flush against the curve of his bed mate's ass. He hadn't been dreaming about fucking, either, but considering James Flint was lying in front of him, completely naked, John wasn't the least bit surprised.

And Jesus, fuck, Flint was beautiful this way; John couldn't see it, but he knew the peaceful look on his face was there now, he'd seen it so many times before. It always made something warm and comforting settle in his chest, to think that he, of all people, had brought Flint to this semblance of happiness after the horrors the world has visited upon him.

Perhaps, maybe, one day, he might be enough for Flint and Madi both. Perhaps.

But for right now, he has this. On the ship, he was with Flint, and they shared these nights together, and any other moments they could steal. He slid his hand along the lovely curve of Flint's hip, his fingers pressing gently into beautifully freckled skin. 

He let his hand dip downward, sliding gently between the cheeks of Flint's ass, just barely touching there. Flint was still pliant, maybe even just a bit loose from the night before. John felt his cock throb at the memory, how he'd fucked James over his desk. He'd done it despite the reservations Flint initially expressed about how he might hurt his leg, but the crutch gave him so much more freedom and he didn't mind using it when he was alone with the captain.

And now he found he wanted to do it again, to have Flint here and now, steal a few more precious moments before the war called them back again.

He pressed a kiss to Flint's shoulder, then another, opening his mouth to slide his tongue over the man's skin. He remembered how that same skin had tasted the night before, covered in a sheen of sweat from their exertions. There was always something sweet, something distinctly James about the taste of him, he hadn't even sampled it in every form yet. Hopefully he would have the chance to.

Once more he dipped his fingers against James’ entrance, smiling between kisses at the groan he finally elicited. He preferred James to wake to the beginnings of this, rather than after he'd already started. Though he certainly had no complaints when he woke some mornings to Flint between his thighs hungrily sucking his cock.

“Fuck…” Flint sighed, his voice a mixture of affection and tiredness. John can just imagine his mind turning, sailing toward all the possibilities.

“Mmm,” he affirmed, kissing the back of Flint's neck now. “I was planning on it.”

“I thought as much.” Now Flint was smiling, John could tell. He glanced up at the window, likely taking note of the dawn, before he went on: “It isn't morning bells yet, we could both be resting now.”

“Yeah,” John replied, refusing to let that voice in the back of his mind rear its ugly head. He could hear the affection, the lack of seriousness in Flint's tone, that would be enough for him. “But what a waste it would be if I didn't satisfy this after I'd woken up with it so urgently.” John inched forward until his erection was pressed firmly against the captain's beautiful ass.

He couldn't stop the resulting shiver he felt in response to Flint's own. Or the warmth of Flint's ass, which would soon be encasing his cock so perfectly.

[oceanbreathessaltyx]

For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog.

Rules: Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!

Favorite Muse: James Flint aka the love of my life. He's extremely fussy & yearns to be left alone tho so I haven't written him as much as I'd like

Most Character Development: Probably my Our Flag Means Death Edward Teach that I write over on @blackflcgs

Trash Muse: Charles Vane

The Meme-Lord: Edward Kenway's goofy ass

Most Likely to Start a War: James Flint

Worst Personality: Charles Vane is the clear winner of this one with a close runner-up of James Flint

Best Singer: I hadn't thought of it before, but I feel this one would go to Edward Kenway

Most Attractive Muse: Anne Bonny

Biggest Heart: maybe surprisingly, but both my Our Flag Means Death and Black Sails Edward Teach

Falls in Love Quickest: both Our Flag Means Death Ed and Black Sails Teach

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: lmao 100% Jack Rackham

Ice Ruler: James Flint

Most Tragic Backstory: Anne Bonny and James Flint

Most Awkward: lol for sure James Flint

Busy Bee: James Flint. It's always go time. Nightmare of a boss tbh. Get back to work!

Most Clueless: lol Charles Vane, he's known for his brawn not his brains ok

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Edward Kenway but he did it on purpose

Best Dressed: Fashion victim Jack Rackham would insist upon it being him but it's clearly both my versions of Edward Teach

Biggest Flirt: Edward Kenway

Most Dramatic: both of my Blackbeards (affectionate) and Charles Vane (derogatory) 

Most Likely to Show Up Late: Charles Vane. Don't tell him where to be or what to do!

Least Likely to Show Up Late: James Flint in canon muse, but also James Flint in modern verse. He showed up 30 minutes early to find parking and scope the place out from inside his car where he’s awkwardly sitting alone

One with Weirdest Habit: James Flint probably with his stealing books on raids thing haha

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Charles Vane would be such a meathead gym rat

tagged by: @unfinishedbusincss tagging: @smokedanced, @lovepurposed and whoever else wants to do it!

[riisinaakka]

~I’ll Make A Man Out Of You ~

Hey hey hey!! I was listening to some metal covers on YouTube the other day and since this singer happened to look like a non-curly version of Silver I jumped into the idea :D

So imagine Long John Silver singing this [“I’ll Make a Man Out of You“ (from Mulan) but it’s A METAL COVER by Dan Vasc] while "training" the troops in Black Sails s3-s4. So basically he’s just repeating what Flint, DeGroot, Billy, Anne or whoever actually knows what they are doing is instructing... and all the crews are really loving his way of telling things, so they gladly listen to him, lol. At the same time he’s taking a crash course in how to be a leader.

And if you want to add some sad meta stuff? Silver is building “A Man” out of himself too, instead of “just” being seen as a creature / cripple, a coward, a-not-joiner, a thief and so on, because he cannot be seen weak in front of the men anymore and now has to step up to play the part of the Pirate King... so it’s also a pep talk to himself.

OR! Imagine Flint singing the song (mentally in his mind if not aloud) while training Silver “to fight and not die”:

“Once you find your center / You are sure to win” 

*cut to Flint playfully knocking out the new crutch a few times so Silver can start getting used to fighting with it and find balance* Add some training montage on the cliffs and admiring smiles and glances! “Let’s get down to business!”  ;)

“You’re the saddest bunch [of lies] I ever met / But you can bet before we’re through / Mister, I’ll make a man King out of you”

Or just generally imagine Flint singing another cover version of the song (one fitting his vocals better?). Maybe already in s1 or s2 with his twirly mustache, sweaty ponytail and unhinged anger! >:D The song fits well his rousing speeches and him being better at everything than everybody else (and showing it too, lol) while promising to make them the princes men of the New World (and training them to fight against the civilization that is coming).

OR! (a long shot into the dark but I thought I would share it anyway...) somehow connect some later verses with Silver’s plan of returning Flint into “a mortal man” instead of the legend / god-like status of his name if you want to exaggerate or bring some fantasy elements in there... (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

I don’t know how to put all these swirling thoughts into words properly... but first he’s singing about how Flint must be all the Forces of Nature (hello superstitious Silver! and hello James holding on to the part of being Flint even if it’s destroying him because he feels like he has to!).

Then Silver could be sort of singing how to bring “Captain Flint” down, make him walk away from the war and live, crying out the verse “How could can I make a man McGraw out of you?~“ before finding one solution and reuniting him with his old love... reorienting him to the daylight and to the man he once was, so to speak.

Too much? Oops! (ʘ‿ʘ✿) Back to the lighter stuff:

* * * * * * * *

The other voices on the song can be:

“I'm never gonna catch my breath” - (DeGroot, grumpily)

“Say goodbye to those who knew me“ - (Vane, that growl! xD)

“Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym“ - (Rackham or Featherstone)

“This guy's got 'em scared to death“ - (Billy, pleased with his plan but not yet knowing how majorly he just fucked up)

“Hope he doesn't see right through me“ - (Max or Eleanor)

“Now I really wish that I knew how to swim” - (Rackham, watching how Anne leaves to do some watery guerilla stuff while he stays on the ship, alone ;_; )

* * * * * * * *

Plus, I find that “Be A Man” choir in the background hilarious (in a good way). Imagine the training montage with the crews and especially Teach looking so stern and trying to drill those macho ideals in them because “it’s the only way to be a proper pirate” or something pfffft.

Also imagine the bonding and tentative friendships with the pirates and the Maroons if they have some joint exercises. Some levity to the grim reality of the upcoming war, let’s have some shenanigans!

Anyway, the point was, imagine Silver having to adapt and play the part of the Pirate King and it somehow manifests as singing metal* and rousing the people that way! >:D

(ﾉ>｡<)ﾉ ♩✧♪●♩○♬☆ヽ(≧▽≦)ﾉ  (*and disney songs, lol)

You / We must be swift as a coursing river With all the force of a great typhoon With all the strength of a raging fire Mysterious as the dark side of the moon ~

Time is racing toward us till the Huns Brits* arrive    (*and Spain) Heed my every order and you might survive You're unsuited for the rage of war So pack up, go home you're through How could I make a man out of you?

* * * * * *

Lastly, maybe he gets swept by the high energy and the power of darkness the more he gets into doing it and ends up even enjoying himself sometimes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Oooh, also don’t forget that the music would be played with hurdy-gurdies, clacking bones, broken pianos and such! 8D 

So yeah, some various thoughts happened *dumps these gleefully on your dash and continues enjoying the song * ☆ﾟ°˖* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Here’s a quick bonus edit for the mood:

[carelessgraces]

some quick verse additions —

ACTRESS What’s meant to be a brief engagement with her high school drama club becomes a career path. Astoria pursues acting, training at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art. For a time her career is kept solely to the stage, until her portrayal of Ophelia (who Astoria plays as violent, struggling, and increasingly loud) garners international attention. Astoria becomes known for her period roles (her performance as Estella Havisham in a BBC adaptation of Great Expectations marks the beginning of a legacy), before branching out to science fiction and high fantasy and, surprising everyone, a few years on an American soap opera. Her career is largely defined by her portrayals of villainous women, and her public image is carefully curated to keep her out of trouble.

EARLY MODERN EUROPE The illegitimate daughter of an English nobleman and his Venetian lover, Astoria is raised by her mother and grandparents in Venice, and educated in the humanist tradition. The circumstances of her birth are not likely to make for a good marriage, and so Astoria learns to rely on her quick wit and silver tongue, as well as her beauty, to secure her place in the world, often as a lady in a royal court. Compatible with The Royal Masquerade, Medici, The Borgias, The Tudors, Reign, etc, as well as a general historical verse. Location subject to change based on the needs of the thread or plot.

BLACK SAILS With the unexpected death of her husband at sea, only a few years after their marriage and before they could produce an heir, Doña Astoria Vega inherits his wealth, his lands, and his business. It’s sheer chance that brings her face-to-face with the pirates that have been targeting her ships, but it’s her cleverness that keeps her alive, and her unexpected friendship with Captain James Flint that inspires a change in her business practices moving forward. Built alongside @seascourge‘s Flint, who will be a part of Astoria’s history in any threads in this verse. Under construction as I continue watching.

MERLIN The city-state of Seleny, well to the south, is known for its wine, its trade, and its princess. Likely to take the throne when her grandfather, the current merchant prince, dies, Astoria travels to Camelot in the hopes of visiting family and working to establish a trade alliance with Uther. While it’s her family and her duty that bring her to Camelot in the first place, it’s her growing affection for, and loyalty to, Prince Arthur that keeps her there. Under construction as I continue watching.

SUPERNATURAL As an amateur historian, and an ambitious and hardworking woman carrying on the family business, Astoria Grimani works with her aunt at their shop in Boston, Second Son’s Antiquities. As a psychic from a long family history of witchcraft and with a penchant for theivery, Astoria travels throughout the country, sometimes under the pseudonym Elizabeth Grey, obtaining and selling magical artifacts for a select clientele of hunters and collectors. While she will occasionally work with the local diocese on cases of suspected exorcism, or help clear out a haunting at a client’s request, Astoria prefers to leave the dirty work to the professionals. (It’s rumored that she has more magic than she lets on, that she can do more than access the future or manipulate perceptions, but if that’s true, she’s not telling.)

[hardcorefangirlgroupie]

Ultimate masterpiece : 1,2,4,9,10,11,14,15

Oh thanks you to give me all the ask ! It was a pleasure to think about all my answer !

1. How did you find out about Black Sails ?I can’t renember exactly but I think I saw some post in my tumblr dash on tumblr and it was intringuing me. I always love the pirates since the game Assassin’s Creed Black Flag. So i put the serie on my watchlist and here I am !

2. Who was your favorite character when you began watching ?I immediately love James and still my favorite character during the show. Also I fall in love with Anne Bonny and Jack Rackham, my two babies since Assassin’s Creed Black Flag. I still love them. I can’t hate them, damn this is too hard. They are too adorable.

3. What was your theory about Flint during S1 ?I had no theories about Flint, sorry mates. I just the kind of person who wait and see what will happen.

4. Is there a character you used to hate but ended up loving ?None, cause I love almost all the character since their first appearance.  But this work the other way : I loved certain characters and ended up hating them.

5. What’s your favorite season ?I would say the season 3 because all things become so dark. I love it.

6. What’s your favorite episode ?Hard to tell cause I have a bad memory when it comes to tell an episode was about and which one I love. I would say the 206 cause I think my DVD is scratched after so many times I watched this episode. You know, the revelation about James and Miranda speach to him before this flashback, just perfect.

7. What’s your favorite scene ?The storm during the season 3. Everytime I watch it I am anxious for the Walrus crew. This scene is so damn powerful. I feel on the ship with crew everytime i watch this scene and it is amazing ! Will they survive ? Even though, I know the answer about it, i still have the same feeling that I had during the first watch.

8. What’s your favorite quote ?Everytime Flint shout « Fire ! » to his crew. You know, the intonation is very particular and damn it gives me shivers !

So to be serious I would say the Miranda speach in season 2 during the 205. « I think you’re fighting for the sake of fighting because it’s the only state that you can function, the only way to keep that voice in your head from driving you mad. […] The one that telling you to being ashamed of yourself, for having loved him. Your were told it was shameful and part of you believed it. Thomas was my husband, I loved him and he loved me. But what he shared with you…it was entirely something else. It’s time to allowed youself to accept that. » Just wow.

9. Which death hit you the hardest ?Miranda death. I was so devastated and still not forgive it. Damn I lover her with all my heart and her death was so brutal and unfair.

10. If you could change one thing that happened in the show, what it would be ?Again, Miranda Death cause I want to see her happy with Thomas and Flint in the end of this journey, that’s all.

11. Which actors would you like to see switching role ?None.

12. What’s your Black Sails OTP ?Flinthamilton since the beginning of the flashbacks. When they first met, I was like : « That’s it ! These two are my OTP in this show. I can bet that they will be together later ». So you can imagine all the feeling i had during the 205 ep.

13.  What’s your favorite kind of fanfiction to read for Black Sails ? I love to read some happy stuff about the life after plantation and also the thing we name the peach verse. I read only flinthamilton at the moment and sometimes flinthamiltons. I also enjoy modern alternative universe or the fanfiction where flint is a sea god (cf : Blood and Foarm).

14. Which character are you most similar to ?Miranda. I would do everything to protect my loved ones. And I think I am strong like her. Damn.

15. Imagine you lived in the Black Sails universe, who would you be? Pirate, whore, business conductor, master schemer, noble lady, lord?I will be a pirate cause i really love swords and fighting with it. My model is Anne Bonny and I wanna be pirate just liker her. I don’t think if i really survive like five minutes in this universe but let’s give it a try !

[obeekris]

Having learned a particular fact through IMDB just a little bit ago, I now have a need for a very particular bit of fanfic, featuring possibly one of the weirdest crossovers I can think of… I need a Harry Potter-verse/Black Sails AU fic, please.

Toby Stephens, aka Captain James Flint of “Black Sails”, is the son of Dame Maggie Smith, aka Professor Minerva McGonagall.

Give me McGonagall somehow being transported back in time. Let her meet the pirate, or even the naval officer he is before becoming a pirate.

So…. shout out for a fanfic request, please!

[ao3feed-silverflint]

The Posey 'verse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2rTB9CN

by stele3

The prompt: I posted this on the dw kinkmeme last year and no one filled it: My kingdom for some mpreg. Hand-wavy biology, magic, cursed pirate treasure, someone’s trans, etc. At this point, I’ll take A/B/O even though ykinmk. Maybe James finds out he’s pregnant just before or just after Thomas is taken to Bethlam and he and Miranda high-tail it to Nassau before anyone finds out. Maybe Silver suddenly finds himself dealing with impending parenthood on top of having just lost his leg. Seriously, go nuts!

From the BS Kink Meme.

Words: 1363, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Black Sails

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Relationships: Captain Flint/John Silver, Madi/John Silver, both in the past - Relationship

Additional Tags: Childbirth, poop, Trans!Silver - Freeform, transgender character, Canon Disabled Character, mention of abortion, bskinkmeme, Black Sails Kink Meme, Mpreg, Modern AU

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2rTB9CN

[nolongermcgraw]

Verses

BEFORE SAILS

This verse covers anything that takes place before the series and includes the flashbacks seen of James’ time in London.

DURING SAILS

This verse covers anything that takes place during the timeline of the series.

AFTER SAILS

This verse covers anything that takes place following on from the series. Some canon divergence may occur depending on threads and/or interactions.

MODERN VERSE

James McGraw was a member of the British Royal Navy until he was given a Dishonourable Discharge due to his relationship with another man (and other reasons, depending on individual verses/interactions).

Having lost everything, James had to find a way to start over. Taking on the name ‘James Flint’, he began to quickly learn the ways of being a conman. Taking on jobs that grew bigger and he subsequently gained a reputation of being good at what he did and ruthless when he needed to be.

[runawaymarbles]

Black Sails Fic Rec

Silver/Flint

shaking at the sight by vowelinthug | 1k | T |

two pirate kings, united vs. an entire island's naval forces.

the island didn't stand a chance.

look for something left in this world by vowelinthug | 2k | M |

it’s a nice day for a white wedding

too bad they aren’t having one

yer mother darns socks in hell by youatemytailor | 4k | M |

Christ, Flint thinks. He fucking hates Freetown.

el cuentacuento by straddling_the_atmosphere | 4k | NR | +Silver/Madi

At the end of the day, John Silver is an unreliable narrator.

Or: a storyteller’s story.

show me the way to go home by vowelinthug | 8k | NC-17 |

set during 2x4, in which Silver and Flint take a much-deserved time out and enjoy a drink or seven

and they both learn a valuable lesson about each other

namely that neither one has ever had any chill whatsoever in their entire goddamn life

let us possess one world by vowelinthug | 8k | NC-17 |

They return to Nassau after their defeat of the British Navy, only to be met by Agitator Billy and his propaganda machine. This is why Captain Flint tries not to let other people decide things.

In which: Flint wears a disguise, Silver tells a terrible story, one bathes the other, and only one man died the whole night which is, like, definitely a record for them.

What's in a Name? by Craftnarook | 9k | NC-17 |

Some conversations in the dark between Flint and Silver, set during episode 3x09. They have a moment alone in the Maroon camp, after Mr Scott's death, and what begins as curiosity and sharing develops into rather a lot more.

you are the queen and i am the wolf by vowelinthug | 10k | NC-17 |

They call him John the Giant.

Flint calls himself James the Early Risk for Heart Failure.

Don’t Fear the Ships (Fear the Black) by farasha | 11k | NC-17 |

“You can’t read sea charts.”

“Can’t is a strong word.”

Flint teaches Silver how to sail. As with everything they do, there’s a lot more going on unspoken.

Or, Silver tries to convince Flint that it would be a bad thing if he died.

ya filthy animals by vowelinthug | 12k | NC-17 |

Flint and Silver could be rulers of an illegal organization, major mob bosses, kingpins, criminal masterminds, etc.

But then they could also be petty shoplifters who like to drink during the day and fool around on their houseboat.

With Nothing On My Tongue by RosieTwiggs | 14k | NC-17 | +Silver/Madi

“Silver thinks: Maybe God likes it when I fight with him.

He wonders now, whether he’s been playing into God’s plan all along. Because no matter how angry he gets, how defensive, how many “fuck you”s he flings to the heaven, isn’t it all just proof that he still believes God is there, despite it all?

Silver doesn’t know how to counter that.

Maybe he doesn’t want to anymore.

Blue all in a rush by twofrontteethstillcrooked | 16k | NC-17 |

There were dozens of questions Flint wanted to ask. He chose, "Did it not occur to you I would find out you were here almost immediately?"

st. augustine is that way by vowelinthug | 18k | NC-17 |

James Flint had yet to meet a conversation he couldn’t avoid.

John Silver had yet to meet a routine he couldn’t disrupt.

(post-show domesticity, with oranges)

we must unlearn the constellations to see the stars by lacecat | 19k | M | + Flint/Thomas, Silver/Madi

Silver wakes up each time to a different day in his past.

He thinks that if this is his purgatory, he can’t say he doesn’t deserve it.

Sail These Roads and Back Again by neverfaraway | 20k | M 

James has fled the New World for the Old, shed his name and found quietude in his solitary existence. That is, until his favourite worst memory appears on the farm track, collapses upon his sopha, and refuses to be shaken loose. While Corsica smoulders and war becomes ever more likely, Flint and Silver enter a war of their own: to reclaim their past and forge an uncertain future.

gonna need a bigger boat by lacecat | 20k | Not Rated

“You really want to say that, when you’re sitting across from a man who lost his leg to a shark?” Flint scoffs. "There is no way a shark took your leg!" "Of course not," Silver says, smirking. After he draws the silence out, for what feels appropriately dramatic enough period of time, he adds, "It was two sharks."

Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more by Craftnarook | 22k | M |

In the year 1725, or thereabouts, John Silver finds himself driven by a storm into an inconsequential little port town, barely a speck on any civilised map. Returned to the life of a drifter, tired and rough around the edges, he is resigned to waiting for the weather to pass before he can sail on again to the next town, and the next, and the next. That is until he overhears a conversation in the inn about a local fisherman, one Captain Barlow, and his tall tales of tempests and becalmings, devils and sharks, and Silver finds a new future opening up to him, haunted by the spectres of his past.

John Silver Can’t Get There From Here by Apetslife | 33k | Series, G-E | + Silver/Madi, Anne/Jack

Or: Fuck Treasure Island, And Also Actual History, And Probably Season Four Canon, Too

“He is so terribly in love with you,” Madi murmurs to him from out of nowhere, sitting easy in the curve of his arm in the shade of their small porch.

Fifteen Men in September by ballantine | NR | 34k |

Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!

A Black Sails origin story for the song.

turning saints into the sea by lacecat | 86k | NC-17 | + Flint/Thomas, Silver/Madi, Miranda/Flint

They say she arrived in Nassau during a hurricane. They say that she brought with her a priest she had kidnapped to father her children, whom she then turned into storms to guide the direction of her ship. They say she has sworn to kill as many men on this Earth as she could, that she bathes in the blood of young children ripped from their mother’s breasts to attain immortality, doomed to serve the seas forever in return.

In reality, Silver has seen Flint conjure exactly zero storm-like offspring, but she does know how she speaks with the sort of conviction that if she were a man, they would write books about her. There’s a stiffness to her posture that speaks of someone who might better be found in a London parlor rather than a dusty brothel in the Bahamas, and yet she has a fierce temper that rivals any man’s on the island, a dangerous look about her like the air rippling over fire.

Silver/Flint/Hamilton(+)

The Isle of Hope by ElDiablito_SF | 16k | M |

When a heartbroken John Silver arrives in Georgia ten years after the events on Skeleton Island, he doesn't quite have it in him to face Flint. Instead, he concocts a scheme to befriend Thomas, and gets more than he bargained for in exchange

The Tether Series by stele3 | 58k | M |

“So you did find him,” the man says faintly. When Thomas looks up he finds himself caught in perhaps the strangest regard one person has ever given another, a gaze that absolutely does not dissuade Thomas from the notion that a feral, scavenging animal has broken into their home.

Smallpox Verse by vowelinthug | 70k | T-NC17 | + Madi

post-finale, where everyone learns a valuable lesson about communication and smallpox. (no one actually gets smallpox.)

The Canterbury Tales by Wind_Ryder | 133k | NC-17 | +Madi

Pirates. Attacking Georgia. A part of Thomas wants to believe that there’s nothing at all relating the events outside to the events in his personal life.

But when he turns around and sees John Silver slipping in through the backdoor, he very much doubts that’s the case. “Tea?” Thomas asks blandly, throwing the latch and shutting his blinds like a good Puritan man.

Flint/Hamilton(s)

the stars and she who runs with them by alovelylight | 1k | G |

When she declared Peter Ashe a traitor, her heart beating fury into the expanse of her body, she knew this was what James felt like. The constructed castles of civilization falling to the ground, dragons from the dark breathing out and destroying all the lies they hold dear. This was what she wanted; this would be her peace.

Time Covers All Things by lilithi|ien | 12k | T | +Silver/Flint

She imagines it will be liberating to take a new name, to adopt a new life. The next day, as she steps off the gangway onto the island sand, she tries to leave who she was behind like a snake shedding its skin. She can almost get away with it. How Lady Hamilton becomes Mrs Barlow.

The Witch Queen of Nassau by shirogiku | 12k | NC-17 | 

After James is captured by the Navy, it falls to Miranda to organise the rescue. Nothing goes according to the plan.

Revenant by BethWinter | 18k | T |

After Charlestown burns, Abigail Ashe meets a man who says he was a friend of her father’s. He gives her a choice.

The Far Waste of the Waters by more_night | M | 22.5k |  + Silver/Flint, Silver/Madi

James McGraw removes Skeleton Island from his mind.

Somewhere in Boston by redwhale | T | 29k | + Laura Moon/Shadow Moon

Mr. Wednesday tries to recruit the dread pirate Captain Flint for his war against the New Gods, and runs afoul of Thomas Hamilton in the attempt. Meanwhile, Shadow just wants a new goddamn book to read, is that so much to ask?

Soon after, on the trail of Wednesday and Shadow, Laura and Mad Sweeney find themselves in a charming bookstore in Boston...

Unaccommodated Man by kvikindi | T | 27k |

It is at this point that, for the first time, Thomas Hamilton begins to consider that he has gone mad.

The Sundering Sea by x_art | 137k | NR | Flint/Thomas

Stepping into the foamy surf, gasping at the force of it, the surprise of it—it had been breathtaking. Thomas had been that for him, his boundless sea, and he wasn’t ashamed.

Max/Anne (+)

you'll always paint my sky by mapped | 2k | T |

She still loves Max, and it gets harder and harder to deny it to herself.

(Anne through the second half of S4.)

histoire à tiroirs by straddling_the_atmosphere | 3k | T |  +Max/Eleanor, Max/Idelle

histoire (n): a story, a fictional tale, a narrative account, a lie

Or: Max and shifting sands

Bounteous by willowbilly | 4k | M | Anne/Max/Mary/Jack

It’s a queer hurt, almost like the relief of peeling off an old scab, to feel her heart pulling in three separate directions and to feel it expanding to encompass the whole damn rest of the compass rose rather than be so fragile as to rip itself asunder. Anne never would have thought, before, that she’d be this fucking caring. That she’d had such a deep well of love waiting untapped within her, way down.

kintsugi by princejake | 6k | T |

Anne nestles into his shoulder, her hair brushing against his cheek, and suddenly Jack can breathe properly for the first time in weeks. Here they are, together, in balance as they’ve been from the beginning. Complete again.

When he opens his eyes Max is watching them from across the street. Her posture is carefully neutral, but her eyes are… solemn. Stoic. Filled with a kind of barren peace. She always could convey so much with just a look.

Something twinges uncomfortably behind Jack’s breastbone. /Oh./ Perhaps not so in balance after all.

Other/Misc/Gen

no man’s land by rhllors | 2.5k | T |  Jack/Anne/Mary

The man on the deck looks back at them, considering. He’s handsome but he oozes violence; armed, scarred, tall, hair slung round a bandana, the same colour of a recently opened wound. “I’ve heard of you,” he says, with an infliction she’s not familiar with: somewhere from the continent, not French. Perhaps Holland. “The name’s Read.” he continues, eyes tracing the rim of her hat. “Mark Read.”

armed with the past and the will by whimsicalimages | 3k | T | Silver/Madi

The language of winning and losing, this language that men favor – Madi can speak this language, though she disagrees with its precepts. Success takes different forms, and failing once does not mean failing forever. It does not even mean failing the next time.

Gone to Port Royal by Apetslife | 3k | G | All the pairings

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

same bottle, same gun: two shots by AstronautSquid | 5k | T | minor Flint/Thomas, Max/Eleanor

„I will walk,“ Flint interrupted her objections. „You have just maneuvered yourself into a position of considerable power on this island, and now you have gone and cast aside a man the island admires and fears. It won’t do for you to be seen sharing a horse with me like a wounded young girl.“ Eleanor stared up at him; a wounded young girl full of curses, with a rifle resting like a sleeping babe in her arm.

[Nassau, 1708. Eleanor Guthrie remembers a moment in the life of Lieutenant McGraw. Captain Flint doesn’t.]

what’s a king but a heavy name by thatsarockfact55 | 51k | T | Mr. Scott/Maroon Queen, Madi/Silver, background Flint/Silver 

In the quiet night, one stranger tells another what he has always known: “I have been so many names, Long John Silver, and if not for love I would be no one at all.”

-

One story of a spirit, a slave, a father, and a pirate king, told in seven parts.

Winds of Change and Chance  by PanBoleyn | 60k | T | (eventual Silver/Flint, Miranda/Thomas, Flint/Hamiltons, Flint/Silver/Miranda) 

In which a thief and his daemon make their way onto a pirate ship, and vastly underestimate how hard it will be to get off again.

Well, the thief does. His daemon had a feeling this might happen.

[vocesincaput-arc]

“You make my heart smile.” (thomas @ james)

PERSONALITY-BASED COMPLIMENTS

A slow smile began to curl into one corner of the Lieutenants lips as Thomas spoke.

“I do believe you’re getting more bold with your words, my Lord,” James began, eyes glancing around before looking to the taller man beside him. Despite his lightly teasing words, he couldn’t hide how hearing such things pleased him.

“As do you mine.”

[ao3feed-flinthamilton]

We Are Wounds Adorned

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2BqjTMs

by iwtv

He finished almost all of a second glass before angrily shoving it away. Perhaps if he wrote he would calm down. But no, he did not feel like writing. He did not want to calm down.

Thomas sees a guard from the plantation in town one day.

Words: 2583, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Black Sails

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James Flint, Thomas Hamilton

Relationships: Captain Flint/Thomas Hamilton

Additional Tags: peach verse, Hurt/Comfort, Internalized Anger, Past physical abuse, Sex as Therapy

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2BqjTMs

[medusinestories]

I saw this prompt from @marinarasarah and thought it was a great idea for a first Black Sails fic on tumblr:

a Silver/Flint, Flint/Hamilton or a Silver/Flint/Hamilton where Silver and/or Thomas is watching James trying to learn to knit or crochet. James fails of course and curses are thrown around, and the one watching is really struggling trying not to laugh

I don’t know if the prompt was inspired by this, but it certainly inspired me:

Pairing: Silver/Flint/Thomas. Their relationships with Madi and Miranda are mentioned but whether they are romantic or not is left up to the reader.

Verse: This is set post-S4, in a verse where the OT4 finally ends up back in England. This story stands alone, but it comes after my Mending Bridges series.

Rating: T for language and naughty innuendo.

Word count: 1573

Bonus: You can also read this story on AO3 and it is now part of a series. Here is Part 2, where Thomas tries to cook.

It had been a bloody long day and Silver's back was killing him.

Some big merchant ship had come into Bristol and many of its sailors had wandered into the Spyglass Inn. Silver had done his best not to complain, but the strain of running around and staying on his feet behind the bar all day progressively took its toll. Madi had finally spotted him cringing as he bent over and sent him to sit down.

They'd made a small study next to the kitchen. It was supposedly for Madi's accounts, but since the room tended to be inhabited by the inn's resident bookworms, it had slowly grown into a small library with armchairs arranged around the fireplace.

Silver pushed the door open and stood gobsmacked for a moment. Flint was sitting there, a pair of knitting needles in his hands and a guilty look on his face, like a child caught doing something really naughty.

“What on earth are you doing?”

“Well dinner's over and the dishes are done, so I'm whiling time away before we close up,” Flint answered, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“That's not what I asked.” Silver gingerly took a seat by the fire and stretched his cramping shoulders.

“Well what does it look like I'm doing?” Flint snapped back, clutching his knitting closer to his chest. The wool was bright green, and looked more like a random tangle of yarn than anything else.

Silver was saved from having to answer by Thomas coming in with a pair of steaming cups. The cat – which wasn't allowed in the room in case it damaged the books – slid between Thomas' legs and shot under an armchair before it could be shooed out. Neither Flint nor Thomas seemed to notice, and Silver didn't much care right then.

“Oh James, not again,” Thomas said with an exaggerated sigh.

“Yes, again. Do you know how much mitts cost?”

“Surely not the price of your sanity?”

Flint scowled at him. Thomas handed Silver a cup of tea, and put one down beside Flint.

“Well at least with such a glowing green you can spare yourself the cost of a lantern.”

“It's Lincoln Green!” Flint protested.

“Really? I could have sworn I saw that exact colour in the gutter after a drunk disgorged his pea soup.”

The open-mouthed, wide-eyed affronted look on Flint's face was priceless. Silver was glad to be able to hide his amusement behind his teacup.

“Anyway you're not going to be wearing this, so kindly–” Flint snorted angrily as all his work slipped off the needles and into his lap. “Kindly fuck off.”

One nice thing about having Thomas around, Silver mused as he sipped his tea, was that he always spoke his mind. It was refreshing for Silver to watch Flint being teased mercilessly without having to suffer the consequences himself.

As Flint clumsily attempted to cast on, Silver noticed that he was conspicuously glancing at a book on his lap.

“Don't tell me you're learning from a handbook,” Silver said, trying to keep a straight face.

“No,” Flint growled back. “I learned with Miranda. This is just to refresh my memory.”

“What he's not telling you,” Thomas said while he perused the bookshelf, “is that Miranda used to despise needlework. Her knitwork was only surpassed in unsightliness by her cross-stitch. And believe me, her cross-stitch was deplorable.”

Silver stifled a chuckle, just as Flint glared daggers at both of them.

“All right, all right,” Thomas said with a placating grin. “Fucking off, now.” He pulled a book off the shelf and stopped by Silver on the way to the door, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“John,” he said solemnly. “I do trust that you'll protect James from himself, as you have always done.”

Silver felt a nervous smile coming on. Even though they'd come far since the early days of their reunion, this kind of joke still made him uncomfortable, as Thomas was likely aware, the bastard.

Thomas smiled, more kindly. “By that I mean, please make sure he doesn't poke an eye out with those needles.”

“I know where I'll shove them if you keep this up,” Flint muttered, half to himself, grappling with the yarn.

“My dear, considering their girth, you could barely call that foreplay.” With that, Thomas left, chuckling.

Silver shifted in his seat to make himself more comfortable. Flint ignored him, fiddling with stitches that were obviously too tight, clucking his tongue at the twisted yarn and snorting loudly every time he dropped a stitch. The sounds were quite soothing, and Silver felt the ache in his back slowly drain away.

Then a large tabby paw reached out from under Flint's seat and grabbed the bright green yarn. Flint didn't notice it, too busy counting stitches under his breath. Silver watched the cat play with the wool, marvelling at the domestic picture laid out before his eyes.

Flint sat by the fire, copper hair glinting in the soft light, his face deeply focused as he bent over his knitting. Beneath him a plump tabby tom played with a ball of yarn, holding it between its front paws, biting at it and kicking it with its hind legs. It could have been a Flemish painting.

When the cat rolled over with the ball of yarn still in its paws, Silver foresaw what was about to happen without being able to do anything to prevent it. All of Flint's knitting got pulled out of his hands, off his lap. The clatter of the needles on the stone floor startled the cat, who rushed away, entangled in yarn, dragging all of Flint's work and both needles behind him.

“Wha–! Fucking bastard!” Flint wailed indignantly, shooting up from his chair just as the cat disappeared under another armchair. Silver burst out laughing.

Flint looked down at Silver, face reddening with anger, a scowl deepening on his forehead, and Silver's laughter reached a hysterical pitch. The more Flint's eyes narrowed furiously, the harder Silver laughed.

“Sorry,” he gasped between giggles. “Sorry! It's just… you and… and the cat–”

“Oh, what's the point,” Flint groaned and flopped down into his armchair.

It took a while and a few deep breaths for Silver to recover from his giggling fit. Flint still looked dejected, as he always did when he was frustrated for not being immediately perfect at every single thing he tried.

“You do know that to knit good mitts you need at least three needles forming a circle, right?”

Flint looked up at him, mouth falling open. “I… really? I thought I could just sew parts together.”

“You could, and the seams might dig in and rub at your hands in all kinds of unpleasant ways by the end of the day.”

“How on earth would you know that?” Flint asked, forgetting to be sullen now that his curiosity was piqued.

“I know a lot of useful things.”

The cat chose this moment to shuffle out from under the chair, yarn twined around his paunchy middle and one of its back paws. He hopped comically forward, dragging the clinking needles behind him and looking terribly sorry for himself.

“Come here, you stupid motherfucker,” Flint told the cat in an exasperatedly fond tone, then lifted him onto his lap. Silver still marvelled at the contrast between Flint's harsh words and the gentleness he used to disentangle the cat from the yarn.

Flint carried the cat out once he was done, and closed the door after him. Then Silver felt the weight of Flint's full attention on him; that piercing gaze still made him squirm, sometimes.

“I suppose you aren't going to tell me how you learned to knit, then?”

Silver rolled his eyes. “As you said, mitts are expensive. They can also be sold at a pretty price, and,” he added, smirking, “knitting is so easy that even a child could do it.”

Flint just snorted and picked up the half-unravelled ball of yarn, carefully working out the tangles. Silver watched his hands, wondering how someone with such talent for making and undoing knots could be so terrible at knitting.

“Thomas is right,” Silver said after a while, “that's really not your colour.”

This earned him a glare, and Flint stubbornly continued winding the wool back into a nice regular ball.

“And mitts? Really ambitious as a first knitting venture. I'd try a scarf or a shawl.”

“Yes, I'd look very fetching in a bright green shawl,” Flint grumbled.

Silver smiled. He knew – and Flint knew that Silver knew – that Flint would rather freeze to death than waste his time on making clothing for himself. Silver also knew that, while Flint avoided bright colours like the plague, this shade of green would flatter Madi's complexion. And she would certainly welcome any warm clothing, considering how often she grumbled about the cold Bristol winters.

“Well?” Flint's sharp voice cut in, “are you going to show me how to knit this shawl, or are you just going to sit there grinning like an idiot?”

Silver shifted his seat closer to Flint's, so close that their arms and shoulders touched. He took up the needles, brushing his thumb along Flint's hand as he did so, and smiled when he saw Flint's irritation subside, leaving softness in its wake. As he gathered his materials, Silver felt Flint's palm rub between his shoulder blades, easing the tension that still lingered there.

Silver wondered when he'd stepped into a Flemish painting, but he certainly wasn't complaining.

[pinktintedmonocle]

Defiance - a Black Sails FlintHamilton Fanfic

They lasted three weeks at the plantation before James set fire to something.

Much of the first week was spent in a delirious haze of exhaustion and bliss, but during the second James began to take stock of his situation.  The weather was warm, the work hard but no too strenuous, meals were regular and sleep was plentiful – it would have been idyllic, had it not been a prison.  But a prison it was, and he had been at liberty from society’s rules and regulations for too long to go back to being held captive by them.  Even if he had let Flint return to the sea, James McGraw was still a man well versed in defiance and he found he could not truly be at peace until he had the freedom to live as he saw fit.

Uncertain of how to broach the subject with Thomas he had tried to be subtle.  As they had lain together at night, he mentioned that a few of their fellow inmates had lately fixed him with unfriendly stares.

“It is not surprising”, Thomas had said.  “Many of them are here for the same reason as us, only they have no hope of ever seeing their loved ones again.  It is understandable that they may resent us somewhat.”

“All the same.  They could cause trouble for us.”

Thomas had looked up at him then with those big blue eyes.  “You want to leave this place.  And not just because of the others.”

James had just nodded dumbly, surprised that Thomas could still read him so easily after all these years.

“Good.  Shall we say a week or so?  That should give us ample time to formulate a plan.”

James, a little shocked, had just nodded again before finding his voice.  “I thought you might not want to leave.  That you had grown accustomed to life here.”

“I’ve wanted to leave here since the moment I stepped through those gates.”

“Then why didn’t you ever try?”

“Because”, Thomas had said as he pulled James a little closer, “I thought it would be easier for you to find me if I stayed in one place.”

 **********************************************************************************

The plan was simple. James set a fire in one of the sugarcane fields on the far side of the plantation, and as the owner and guards rushed over to help extinguish it he slipped away and ran towards the owner’s house. Thomas was already there when he arrived, preparing to set a second fire.  “Is it done?”

“Yes, we should have at least ten minutes before they notice our absence and return here.”  He leant down for what he intended to be a quick kiss, but Thomas grabbed the back of his head and deepened it.  When they eventually pulled apart Thomas’ face was flushed and his eyes were bright and James had to resist the urge to abandon their plan and just take him there on the floor.

“I have the keys for the main gate and there is a pistol on the desk.  Could you light the fire?”  Thomas asked as he stepped away towards a large bookcase in the corner of the room.  “There is one last thing I need to get before we leave.”

James tucked the gun into his belt then struck the match and threw it to the ground, and as the flames began to lick at the furniture they hurried outside.

“What was it that you fetched just then?” James enquired, and Thomas pressed a book into his hands. Before James even glanced at the spine he knew the words that he would find there.  Meditations by Marcus Aurelius.

“To replace our old copy.” Thomas said with a smile.  

James leaned forward, resting their foreheads together.  “How lucky that I am not broken by what has happened”.

“And am not afraid of what is about to happen”, Thomas murmured softly before he stepped back.  “We should go.  They will be here soon, with guns…”

James pulled the pistol from his belt.  “Then it is lucky that you have the best shot in the Caribbean to look out for you.”

Thomas grinned and they shared a final kiss before they turned towards the gates.

“Come on”, said James, as he took Thomas’ hand in his.  “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

[ao3feed-flinthamilton]

Broad Daylight in a Peach Orchard

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2xsU0rW

by iwtv

James had told him he didn’t want control anymore. He’d been forced to issue so many orders and commands in the last ten years—even before that, as a naval officer—that he’d grown weary of it all.

Now, back in Thomas’s loving arms, he’d finally gotten the courage to tell Thomas what he wanted out of their sex. He still enjoyed dominating Thomas, but oh, to completely allow Thomas to do what he wanted, to allow the one person he trusted more than anyone else alive to take the burden away from him…it made it cock stiff just to think about it.

Words: 2602, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Black Sails

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James Flint, Thomas Hamilton

Relationships: Captain Flint/Thomas Hamilton

Additional Tags: peach verse smutty smut, Light Bondage, Edging, fuck shame, James is tired of being in charge and in control all the time

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2xsU0rW