So I think I kind of got my official welcome to the Black Sails fandom yesterday?? Everyone I spoke to was very friendly and very excited about this ridiculous pirate show, and then I had an idea so here is my official first offering to the Black Sails fandom. Let me in i’m willing to sell my soul to be part of small, wonderful family.
To sum up: (between s2 and s3) There are nights when John Silver can’t sleep and there are nights when Captain Flint doesn’t sleep and there are a lot of things that neither of them say. Or, the one where Silver helps give Flint a haircut (for @cptainflint).
Some nights, Silver found himself
restless, tired of sitting, tired of feeling weak, but not tired enough to
sleep. He strapped on the boot and, like the ghosts that haunted the stories
they told when he was a boy, paced through the ship, accompanied by only the dull
thump of the prosthetic against the wood. What men were awake at these wee hours
knew to keep well out of his way, even when he collapsed against the wall every
several steps, cursing the Urca treasure and his lies and above all his own
stupid, unexpected loyalty.What a sorry fucking sight he made.
It was past midnight, and yet
several hours until dawn, and as Silver prowled through the dark ship, light
leaked out from the crack beneath Flint’s door, a thread of gold in the night. Silver
paused across from it, catching his breath and leaning down to press a hand to
the stump where his leg ended. He stared at the light.Everyone knew the captain rarely
slept, for grief or rage or madness as the rumors went, but by unspoken
agreement, Silver and Flint kept their nightly vigils separate, dwelling on
different wounds. There was something stretched between them ever since Silver
had woken up without a leg, and he didn’t know what would happen if the tension
broke.
Tag: fic rec
orange you glad
to sum up: i wrote a sex-filled sequel to the orange fic, AKA st. augustine is that way.
to expound: i’ve been down for a lot of reasons, and stressed for basically this whole year, and everyone is like 2016 and i agree for the most part, but i can’t call it all a wash because it brought me to Black Sails and this fandom and all you people and i’m so thankful for you all. so originally this was going to be a “i’m thankful for you all” thanksgiving gift, but then I missed that. then it was going to be a christmas gift, but i finished it too fast and i’m impatient as heck (i couldn’t even wait ‘til hannukah, wtf falling on the 24th this year).
so here’s a – “i’m so thankful for you all” end of november, almost to the end of this crummy year, still don’t know how i’m paying my rent tomorrow or what i’m eating for dinner tonight, humpdaaay – fic of john silver and james flint eating an orange and having sex.
i suggest having THIS play in the background for ambience and yes, “orange you glad” is actually the file name for this thing. it’s as dumb as the rest of this. i love you all.
Flint dreamt of cannon fire, and awoke with a start at the same time he heard a loud boom outside and a heavy weight pressed down on his back. He panicked for a moment, gripping a sword that wasn’t there, ready to roll over and strike, when a tattooed hand gripped his wrist, pinning him to the bed. A voice above him said, “Good morning, darling.”The panic left him immediately, and was replaced with irritation. Silver still held him by the wrist and seemed to have no intention of letting up. Flint managed to turn his head on the pillow to the other side to glare. “What are you still doing in bed?” he asked. “What’s the hour?”
let’s love for one song – mapped – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Black Sails
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Anne Bonny/Max
Characters: Anne Bonny, Max (Black Sails)
Additional Tags: Strap-Ons, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Tribadism, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff and Angst
Summary:The first time Jack calls Max Anne’s husband, Anne and Max both have some complicated feelings about it.
Set in the gap between S2 and S3.
let’s love for one song – mapped – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
Opportunities – shirogiku – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Black Sails
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Max & Captain Flint, Eleanor Guthrie/Max, Max & John Silver, Canon Relationship(s)
Characters: Max (Black Sails), Captain Flint (Black Sails), John Silver, Ensemble
Additional Tags: Season/Series 01, Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Angst and Humour, Canonical Character Death, French Novels, Suspend Your Own Disbelief, Canon-Typical Violence, Not Really Happening
Summary:‘I see an opportunity, I take it,’ were dangerous, seductive words.
(a weird early S1 brainchild in which Max talks to Flint, and all the ensuing serious business is just an excuse to get them talking about a French novel.)
Opportunities – shirogiku – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
a word like tiger, part vi
Yet more incredibly than last time, and after an experience akin to having my teeth pulled, chapter 6 is done!
It’s also here on ao3!
When James returns thirteen days later, he does have more blood on his hands, more still than he’d reckoned with the morning he set sail. The streets of Nassau are filling up with dusk, and greet him with a particular cadence to their din and babble that is unmistakable. The evening is following its usual course, not to be deterred by almost anything, but it’s there like a low hum beneath everything else, the drunk voices, the angry and the exuberant ones.
Something has happened. Something that concerns everyone, and everyone knows.
There are men undeserving of second chances. Sometimes they receive them nonetheless.
The New World by sebastianL (felix_atticus)
Look at this beautiful moodboard that @flintbysilver made for my Black Sails story. In a week that was pretty rough, this is the kind of gift you never expect but realize when you get it how badly it was needed. Everything about it is perfect, and I adore it.
flintsredhair replied to your post: flintsredhair replied to your post: flintsredhair…
My blog is an utter mess—full of soppy Dan Smith fangirling and the
dumbest of memes. And dogs. All the dogs.>>> oh don’t worry!
Dogs are awesome, and this way I actually see it when you reply to my
dumb rambling bc Tumblr has decided not to always let me see it when I’m
tagged. Also, James/Miranda kills me every time. You keep expecting him
to do something dumb and/or turn on her and it never happens. It’s one
of the reasons I love him as a character.Your dumb rambling? What dumb rambling of yours? I have heard 0 dumb rambling from you. From me on the other hand… that’s pretty much most of what I offer lol. Ugh I feel that issue about Tumblr not alerting you to being tagged though, that’s happened to me before too (get your shit together staff).
James/Miranda kills me too. They’re so devoted to each other and it’s so beautiful (my eyes just started to sting 😢. Look what this show has done to me). Like after she talked to Guthrie and sent that letter that Billy found.. yeah they fought (God that scene when he talks about how intolerable a sacrifice it would be to apologize for what wasn’t wrong.. his vulnerability in that scene… 😭 speaking of things that kill me and my heart 💔), but it didn’t destroy or really even hurt there relationship after that bump. (And the fact that he brought her that book, the same author of the one she gave him back in London, “one of [her] favorites” ahh). And after they’re in the tavern and James says he regrets listening to her, and they have that spat, and she kind of saves him and he thanks her 💗
Also… I just finished 2×09/XVII and UM…
*Hugs* Oh darling, I am so sorry. That scene is brutal and to be watching it while on a treadmill – well, I’d have hit the floor and be missing several teeth, I suspect.
I was so fucking proud of her. I loved her before, but I loved her so much in that moment. – I think that’s the moment that I really, really started to trust her instead of just like her as a character. I had had my doubts (side-effect of the show, I’m afraid – you start to distrust everyone a little, or at least I do), but that’s the point where I really got who she was and what she was about and how far she was willing to go to protect her men. I really, really wish we had gotten to have her there for Season 3 – she would have had a really interesting character arc, I suspect, which is something I’m having fun figuring out/writing in To the Upper Air.
On the good side of things – you are now cleared for the following fix-it fics, no spoilers to be had. Happy reading!
They That Sow the Wind – this is a shameless self-plug for a canon-divergent fix-it. You know about Ashe, now, so there shouldn’t be anything spoilery!
Wars Without Weapons – also canon divergent, by the very awesome @shirogiku, and there should be exactly nothing spoilery present. You’ll want to read the sequel, Thomas the Mariner.
Never a Smooth Sailing – Also canon divergent as of the late end of Season 1. The sequel, Witch Queen of Nassau, is to fix your broken Miranda-loving heart. This series by the same author is also amazing and fixes Miranda’s death.
That should be enough to get you started!
And yes – Billy has a point, but really, seriously, Billy – either get behind the man or don’t, but choose one!
Hi! I have a request for a Black Sails fanfic if it’s possible. I have always wanted to see more of the interactions between James and Admiral Hennessey, especially revolving around Thomas. Does James ever talk to Thomas about his father-figure Admiral, does the Admiral suspect that they have a relationship, does he outright know, what’s his position on sodomy (he’s in the Navy after all!), how does he feel… Love your fics, thanks!
hi!! sorry for the extremely late reply, i know this has been in my inbox for a while. but thanks for sending me this and i’m so glad you like my fics, anon!! ❤ unfortunately i am Bad At Requests and also suffering from a rather persistent writer’s block at the moment. so idk if i’m ever going to be able to fill this request, BUT @flintsredhair is writing a really EXCELLENT fix-it fic at the moment in which james and hennessey have a conversation that you will certainly be interested in reading!! (and james also talks to thomas about it :D) so please do check it out: to the upper air. i highly recommend it and all other fics by @flintsredhair!
Also, Anon – there is a most excellent fic by @shirogiku with this sort of interaction going on. It’s here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7431164/chapters/16878639.
Her version of Hennessey and mine tend to be a lot alike, so if you like the one, you should like the other!
The New World – sebastianL (felix_atticus) – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
Friends, I know I’ve said this before, but I’m saying it again. If you’re not reading this – go read it. It’s amazing. It’s wonderful. It’s had me crying in a couple of spots. I keep reading over this and then looking at my own writing and feeling like a child scribbling words next to a seasoned novelist. For the love of the gods go read this so I have people to flail at about how perfect it is.
The New World – sebastianL (felix_atticus) – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
He spotted some hand-written script on the first blank page of La Galanta, a Spanish novel. His breath caught in his throat. It read, in James’s handwriting, I’m Sorry.
He flipped through the rest of the book but found no other inscription. He pulled out the book beside it and looked to its first page as well. Nothing. Another and another. He was being silly. He pulled out a copy of Locke’s Leviathan. And there was another inscription, written by James: Visited Eleanor Guthrie today. She is on board with our plans. Sorry I couldn’t stay.
Another inscription after a longer search: See you tonight. Leave a light on for me?
Intrigued and moved, Thomas madly went through the bookcase, laying open the books with James’s messages inside them and haphazardly shoving the rest back on the shelf. Then he stumbled across a message that made him gasp: Mr. Gates knows where the Maria Aleyne is. We’ll talk in the morning.
He knew well the name of the ship his late father had been on when he had died.
And then: I’m sorry. Have me for dinner?
And finally: I’m sorry. I love you. I just miss him.
Thomas laid the last book down amongst its brothers with an unsteady hand. He swallowed the lump in this throat, closing his eyes against the sudden onslaught of tears. Well. He had wanted some kind of proof. Here it was.
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