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!! 😉
Tag: black sails
Miranda as Johannes Vermeer’s Young Woman Reading a Letter at an Open Window
Adonis, from “Unintended Worship,” If Only the Sea Could Sleep
Father, tell me are you weeping?
What could have been…
Admiral of the Fleet, Lord James McGraw
Mini-ficlet, Flinthamilton, post reunion
Just a teeny-tiny silly thing! Blink and you missed it kind of thing really!
___________________________________James wakes up to Thomas kissing the freckles on his butt and hear him whispering to the freckles just how much he missed them over the past decade. He struggles to keep from smiling but fails when his lover introduces himself to some freckles that weren’t there before. The bed starts to shake with James’ surpressed laughter when Thomas tells them to not take it personally if he happens to slap them sometimes in the future.
Thomas chuckles with him for a while, mirth gleaming in his eyes right before he leans down and bites James’ left butt-cheek. Hard.Fin.
Miranda Barlow | Season 2
Thomas Hamilton: A Life. – AstronautSquid – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 2:
Miranda and James enter Thomas’ life, each with their own relationship to the concept of pretending.
Also appearing: playing devil’s advocate, wielding the sword of truth, the memory of an autumn encounter, a first lovers’ spat, things that can neither be spoken nor left unsaid, and really bad metaphors for grey eyes.
“You’ve never bedded anyone before me?” Thomas asked and Miranda reached out to right his glass, preventing the wine from spilling all over his breeches.
“Not for lack of desire, certainly. It’s not generally encouraged in girls of good birth to go rolling in the hay with every last bright-eyed lad we fancy. No matter how nice a pair of shoulders he has.” She sighed wistfully, and laughed when Thomas echoed the sound. “You have, I suppose? Been with men?”
“More than I should care to admit.”
“Not that it helped you more than my chastity helped me, when it counted.” Thomas felt his face heating, and Miranda pressed a hand to her forehead. “Oh, Thomas, no – I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.”
He shook his head. “I can’t blame you. I should have spoken to you earlier. Not only did I fail to live up to my marital duties, I brought to bed with me the ghost of an entire entourage of former lovers, and forced you to confront that on your wedding night.”
Miranda was quiet for a moment. She took the glass from his hand and took a long, slow sip. Then she propped her elbow on the back of the settee, chin in hand.
“Tell me about them.”
“About the men I’ve known?”
“About the men you’ve fucked.”
Miranda’s voice was calm as a winter sunrise and Thomas felt a quiet thrill at how brazenly she refused to look away, refused to mumble or whisper or stutter while speaking of her husband fucking other men. God, if he could not love her the way he should, he did love her all the same, in a bone-deep, aching way.
Thomas Hamilton: A Life. – AstronautSquid – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
Meg's Mumbles 