stereowire:

i figured i’d put my money where my shitposting is, so to speak

although i almost didn’t post this, because i spent an hour on it and it’s terrible and i should have just gone to bed instead. but canon specifically tells me and the other 3.5 people who were gagging to see young james mcgraw get whipped that we should not be ashamed of our desires

Not gonna lie, I totally thought of my fic Catharsis when I saw this

Poor James. I hope Thomas takes good care of him after. (of course he will)

the raw gaping absence of Thomas Hamilton]

primarybufferpanel:

A prequellish sort of thing that will tie in with Setting the Stuns’ls later on. Set in the early days on New Providence island

They don’t so much become a couple as they learn to balance on a two-legged stool.

Miranda sensed the direction of his thoughts, and he felt himself
tugged against her, lithe, over-warm body draped up against his side in a
partial echo of how she and Thomas had enfolded him between their
bodies when James had returned from sea, back then. Not a year ago. Oh Christ—

“Our
Thomas was a generous man,” she said, voice small and a little choked.
“He would not begrudge us whatever joy there is to be eked out of this
existence.”

Both Hands on AO3

amuseoffyre:

Consider: Miranda Barlow got to Boston. Miranda Barlow mingled with the cream of society after years in Nassau. Miranda Barlow met Madame Guthrie. James McGraw thought everything was going smoothly until he had to stop Miranda from strangling Madame Guthrie with her own necklace for being a manipulative conniving old crow who would sell out anyone to get what she wanted.

theheirsofdurin:

[fighting continues]

James [slowly sliding his chair backwards and towards the nearest exit]: nope