Flinthamilton + their first Christmas together after ten years
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an incomplete list of thomas’ favourite of james’ freckles:
- the ones on james’ inner thighs
- the ones under his right eye
- the ones on his temples
- the cluster on his left shoulder
- there are a couple of dark ones behind his right ear and if thomas kisses them or strokes them with his finger then james makes the most beautiful whimpering sound so they are Definitely some of thomas’ favourites
- the ones on james’ lower back
- there are a few on james’ upper lip that thomas adores but they are covered by his moustache and thomas doesn’t say anything but he Misses them
“I have for the first time found what I can truly love – I have found you. You are my sympathy – my better self – my good angel – I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you – and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
my body existing with hers
like rain that’s found its way underground
to water it naturally joins.
A small Flinthamilton thingy, commissioned by @aerynsvn for @andloawhatsit‘s birthday. The idea was to do a vintage/1940s iceskating scene. Happy flinthamilton birthday, hope these two brighten your days as much as they do mine!! 😉
with all the years ahead of us
Ridiculously sappy and fluffly Flinthamilton prompts/fic ideas
- James collects all sorts of pretty seashells for Thomas when he’s out at sea/on the shore and brings them to Thomas. Each comes with a story.
- James and Thomas cuddle in bed, making up ridiculous names and titles for Thomas, should they ever be able to marry. Thomas is the Viscount Ashbourne and James is His Royal Gingerness.
- Thomas is actually the crown prince of England and is able to grant James titles. He gives him all the titles. James is now the duke of Carlisle. and Cambridge. And all the other estates. James laments that he has nothing to give him in return and Thomas says something disgustingly sappy like how “the only kingdom I need is your heart” “you have it”
- James calling Thomas “my lord” long after they’ve gotten together. It’s not a title anymore; it’s a form of endearment.
general,92: “ Are you drunk? ”-flinthamilton
OMG this got STUPIDLY long – Modern AU The rest below the cut
Three months ago James got a new neighbor. James really only knows him peripherally, despite his libido telling him he’d like to know him intimately. On the day he moved in Thomas had introduced himself with a strong handshake, Thomas Hamilton, pediatric oncologist, he’d smiled at James, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He had assured James that he wouldn’t have to worry about Thomas being loud. He spent a lot of time at work and was long past throwing wild parties.
They pass each other roughly three times a week and the occasional, Saturday, when Thomas is just back from his daily run. This evening as James is walking up the street from the butcher, he sees Thomas sitting on the shared steps of their brick rowhouse with a cigarette in one hand and glass in the other.
As James gets closer he notices that Thomas is still in his scrubs from the hospital, and he’s swaying where he sits. James approaches and nods. When their eyes meet, Thomas’s are red rimmed and bleary. James sets his bag just inside his door and against his better judgment takes a spot next to Thomas on the stoop.
Meg's Mumbles 