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saibh29 · 7 years

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My Savior

Pairing: Vane / Reader

Warnings: Slavery, violence, death, swearing

Request: Taking requests for Vane? Sign me up! ❤❤ this is partially inspired by yours (and a scene from a Narnia movie...) reader is a Virgin that was captured and is being sold at an auction. Vane for whatever reason bids and wins (or watches then kills the winner...) either way...

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You’d lost track of the days since it had happened. You hadn’t even realised that slavers still existed in the islands. They obviously did though because you had a large metal circlet locked around your neck and equally heavy manacles on your wrists and legs. The manacles were starting to rub the skin raw underneath them and your back was still smarting from the lashing you’d received a few days past.

The only other girl from your village to have survived this long had been starving, she wouldn’t last much longer and you’d tried to give her the only mouldy crust of bread they’d given you. Of course sharing wasn’t allowed. Especially not when it was in their eyes wasted on a slave who was already dead.

You’d been dragged from the cramped brig and tied to the mast post above, they’d given you 10 lashes for the crime of trying to help another human being, and your act of kindness. Well it had achieved nothing but pain and an empty stomach for you and the girl had died anyhow only the next day.

The ship had stopped at first light this morning and you’d heard the sailors shouting and laughing as they’d thrown the anchor down. They had been back and forth all morning, although it was hard to count the passage of hours down at the bottom of the ship it was still possible through a crack in the hull. A crack that let you see outside at the expensive of regularly being soaked through with sea water.

“Get the trash up and out of my ship”

The voice of the captain made you shudder as the sailors came tumbling down the stairs to the brig, they already reeked of rum and most were half way to being drunk.

You and the others in the hold were hauled to your feet and out into the sun. You hadn’t seen daylight for such a long time that the light was hurting your eyes.

The other men from your village who had been in the brig with you were surrounding you trying to keep you from most of the sailors leering gazes and harsh words. Not that it was helping all that much, the men were as weak as you were and all of you could barely stand upright on your own.

The group of you were herded to a boat and rode across to land, you managed to blank out most of the rest of the trip to used to the manhandling of the sailors.

You found yourself stood in the centre of a large town, stood on a platform with the men and women of the town below staring up at you. There was nothing you could do to detract from there stares as they raked eyes up and down your basically naked body.

The captain of the ship appeared and grabbed the chain to the manacle around your neck dragging you forwards to the front of the stage.

It took you a moment to keep up with their long words and quick accents and figure out what was actually happening.

They were trying to sell you. A man stood away from the group of slaves was reading off a checklist of your statistics, height, weight, hair and eyes colour. You honestly didn’t know what to do, stuck in place listening to them talk about you like you weren’t even there.

People were shouting again raising their hands and screaming out numbers. They were bidding on you. Your stomach was churning as you watched until finally no one was shouting anymore, no more bids.

A giant of a man was coming towards you. He was smiling evilly eyes roaming over your body in a way that promised you weren’t going to like what he was going to do to you.

“Me and you girly we’re going to have a lot of fun together”

There were tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes as the captain of the ship handed over you chain to this man, he yanked pulling you forwards down the steps of the stage and through the crowds out into the town.

You’d barely got away from the crowd when he switched his grip on the chain to your body pulling you close to him as he pressed his lower body into your own.

“Lots and lots of fun”

Fully crying now you reacted on instinct pushing desperately and punching with your hands as much as you could. You must have landed one punch though because he swore loudly.

“You fucking bitch”

He punched you sending you down to the floor. He was moving towards you one more when suddenly he stopped eyes going wide in shock as he looked down at his chest. Sticking out of there was a sword. He gasped and fell forwards, dead on the floor.

The man he had revealed behind him didn’t make you feel any safer as he stared down at you a glint in his eyes that you had never seen before.

He took a step towards you and you couldn’t help but flinch. The man stopped instantly.

“It’s alright darling, I ain’t going to hurt you” he held his hands up as he crouched down in front of you. “You ain’t got nothing to fear from me. What’s your name sweetheart?”

You watched him carefully, he was making you feel safe. You didn’t know why because he certainly didn’t look safe but there was something in the way he spoke.

“Y/N, my name is Y/N”

“Y/N” he reached out and carefully turned your face up to the light so he could look at the split lip the man from before had just given you. His eyes then going to the chains around your wrists, ankles and neck. “Come with me Y/N. Let’s get them off”

He held his hand out getting back to his feet and almost like it was a compulsion you placed your hand in his allowing him to help you back up to your feet.

He led you through the streets to a large building near the edge of town. Inside it was warm and a man was sat at a table smoking and swearing as a woman opposite him said something quietly.

“Fuck off you two” your rescuer growled at them.

They turned instantly eyes raking up and down you, they weren’t judging though you could see no pity and disgust in either of their eyes.

“Captain” the man said nodding and dragging the woman out of the door.

“Captain?” you whispered.

He grunted “Vane, Charles Vane. Sit there love” he pointed at the chair the woman had recently vacated. You did as he said not wanting to upset him while Vane grabbed some things from a cupboard over at the side of the room.

He came back over to you gently rotating the manacle around your neck, he was being careful but your skin was so damaged underneath that even the smallest movement was making you cringe.

“Fuck” he swore harshly “alright pet, stay still I’m gonna get this off”

“Alright”

He took a tool out of the pile of things he’d brought with him and you quickly closed your eyes not wanting to watch what he was going to do. You felt pressure on the manacle a sharp bite of pain and then suddenly you were free. The weight had gone and your skin was finally unshackled from the irons.

Vane did the same thing to the manacles around your wrists and ankles then sat back on his haunches staring at your face.

“They sure did a fucking number on you”

You were staring at the marks on your wrists. “Why are you helping me?” you asked softly, almost scared of the answer he was going to give you. “I don’t have any money to pay your, or anything of any value”

“I don’t want anything pet” he insisted. “I know what it’s like to be a captive not of your own making, to have your free will taken away”

“You were a slave?” it seemed unthinkable that anyone would be able to capture the strong man in front of you but he was nodding at your question.

“I was, a life time ago now”

“What happens now?” you asked him as you finally looked back up into his bright blue eyes. “My home is gone, my family are dead and everything I knew has been destroyed”

“One day at a time sweetheart” he said. “One step at a time. There’s a bath upstairs we’ll fill it and you can get clean. Then we’ll talk about what happens after that”

He got back to his feet obviously ready to go and get the water for the bath he’d just promised you. Unthinking you reached out and grabbed his hand. He stopped frozen looking down at you.

“Thank you” you whispered. “Just… thank you”

He grunted obviously uncomfortable with your thanks. He simply went outside to get water.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened to you. You hadn’t believed you had still gotten any luck left due to you, but apparently you had because Captain Charles Vane had obviously been sent to save you and that was a piece of luck you’d never have thought yourself worthy of.

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waitingtobeimpressed · 4 years

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The Duchess (1/?)

A/N- howdy friends, I actually wrote this like a year ago but I was never really happy with it, but anyways here it is.

**Not my gif**

Warnings: a severe attitude problem?

Captain Celeste Guthrie was finding it incredibly hard to keep control of her facial expressions. At this current moment in time she was hyper aware that if she let her guard down for even a second her sour mood would become evident on her face. It would be unprofessional of her to get up and leave and childish of her to just simply state just how ‘fucking

boring’ this was. Celeste could have been doing any number of things instead of being sat in a brittle wooden chair with all these old men all gaping at her breasts. It was exhausting to pretend like she gave a crap about all of this political bullshit, but if she didn’t even try to act like she cared as much as the rest of them she would be ridiculed for it, so instead she politely smiled and nodded her head along with the other men’s words. The six other Captains sat around Eleanor’s office table were all men and they all highly doubted the oldest Guthrie sisters’ capabilities to lead any ship let alone a pirate ship.

“Miss Guthrie?” an annoyed voice pulled her from her thoughts and seemingly grounded her at an instant, her deep blue eyes flicked over the source of the sound to see a short, round burly man with a long greying beard and mustache. He was shaking his head with a wicked smile etched onto his lips. He looked like he wanted to rip the much younger woman into several pieces for even acting like she belonged there.

“Actually, I prefer Captain, if you wouldn’t mind” Celeste could feel her sisters disapproving glare from next to her. Which only incited her bad mood further. Normally, Eleanor herself would have put the old man in his place for even daring to talk to her sister like this, however, she was trying to convince him to lower his prices for her so Celeste’s feelings would just have to be put on hold.

“Just as I thought” he continued to blabber on, he truly believed that he had her figured out, that he had all women figured out, because a woman couldn’t lead, a woman couldn’t even tie her shoelaces without help from a man. All men were the same, or at least all the men in Nassau were the same. All arrogant assholes.

“Why are we even entertaining this child!” he spat with more venom that was needed to get his point across while slamming his hand upon the table like it was a gavel. Celeste raised an annoyed eyebrow in his direction before turning to look at her sister who simply mouthed the word ‘no’. Celeste just thought that he was incredibly lucky that he was sat on the other side of the room to her otherwise she would have shown him just how much of child she could be.

Celeste stood, pushing her dress down to press out the wrinkles before placing both of her hands upon the table, leaning the rest of her body weight in the direction of her certain accuser. A forced laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head, her blonde ringlets bouncing as she did so. “I feel so incredibly sorry for you Captain Pike” a confused look flashed over his features before an angry one took its place. “ it must be truly terrible to always have the smallest brain in the room, and with all of these big, offensive ideas brewing up there I’m personally surprised that you are not constantly plagued with a searing headache” Celeste smiled, she simply couldn’t help herself. Now this was a meeting that was worth going to.

“Now, I don’t want to come across as hostile because I know that you men are extremely sensitive when it comes to the size of your… Ships,” Celeste paused to locate her choice words carefully, Captain Pike looked like her wanted to throttle her, like many of the other Captains, on the other hand Captain Flint looked highly amused.

“however, The Duchess has once again brought in the most imports, most of which are ready for market” Celeste sat, slumping slightly in her chair to indicate to the others just how unjust these accusations were. “Once again, my ship and my crew have made the most money, which is probably why I’m being ‘entertained’ at this meeting,”. She shot a pointed look towards Pike who looked like he needed to take a breath to ‘calm his nerves’. ”so the real question is why are you being entertained?”

“It’s truly great that your humble about your success” Flint chuckled with a wide smile as he kicked up his feet onto the table. Celeste mocked his actions as she crossed her arms over her chest. “but the lady does have a point, Pike,” he said as he stretched his arms to rest above his head. “so shut your damn mouth”

“Now that’s no way to speak to one of our most respected colleagues” an instantly recognizable deep voice echoed throughout the room and the wind knocked out from Celeste’s chest, her arms instantly became slack.

Celeste snapped her head in her younger sisters’ direction who looked incredibly guilty. That little witch. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Eleanor promised that she wouldn’t have to see him during these meetings.

“Ah Vane, nice of you to finally join us” Eleanor piped up for the first time this meeting, Celeste’s burning glare making the younger girl a little nervous, “However you are almost an hour and a half late.” Vane closed the door behind himself and lazily dropped himself into the seat directly opposite from Celeste who was currently finding her shoes incredibly interesting. Vane however couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from her body. He pulled a cigar from his pocket and used one of the shorter pillar candles that were placed upon the table to light it, blowing out smoke as he did so.

Celeste wanted nothing more than for this meeting to be over so she retreat back to the safety of her ship. She hadn’t laid eyes on the man in nearly 6 years and she certainly didn’t want to start up again now. She hoped that she could just go unnoticed for the rest of this meeting like she had done for the first hour. That wish was, however, unlikely.

“Im here now, aren’t I?” Vane wanted a rise out of the young woman, she knew this, and she would rather die than give it to him. “ and if you had mentioned that your lovely sister were here Elenor, I would have quickened my pace.” He said very amused with himself while balancing the cigar between his lips. Celeste rolled her eyes, huffing to herself back into the corner of the room. She caught a glimpse of the traveling people outside on the street below and she envied all of them. They didn’t have to be in this sweltering box of a room with possibly the people she hated the most on the planet’s, “What were you fine gentleman, oh and I mustn’t forget, ladies, discussing?”.

One of the other captains stood, Captain Kane who was a ugly stick of a man, pointed at Celeste accusingly, which caused her to tear her eyes up towards him, scowling at him. “Captain Guthrie was just informing us that her and her crew, which might I had is almost entirely made up of women, have managed to make the most coin this past month. Which I highly doubt to be the case” He spat as he downed the rest of the ale that was left in bottle. Celeste scoffed loudly which didn’t by any means go unnoticed by the rest of the men. Suddenly felt a sharp elbow press into her side. To her side she could see her younger sister glaring, totally unamused.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for I’m not the one being a bigot” Celeste snarled at her younger sibling who was cautiously eyeing the other people in the room who were all now bickering amongst themselves. All except Flint and Vane. Flint was looking down towards his hands, looking at a small folded parchment paper in between his calloused fingertips. His tired face looked bored much like Celeste’s. Which is probably why they got along so well.

Vane, however looked entirely all too pleased with himself, like he had everyone where he wanted them. Celeste snapped her vision and locked eyes with the man, instantly regretting the choice when he smirked at her, to be perfectly honest she knew she would eventually run into her childhood friend again one day, it was just a matter of time. And unfortunately, her luck had run out. It would’ve been perfectly fine with her to never see the person who had ruined her life ever again. Vane, being as stubborn as he was believed that he had given the older Guthrie girl enough time to ‘get over it’ and now she was just being bitter.

“Would you at least try and act civil” Eleanor whispered as she leaned into Celeste’s side. Celeste ripped her gaze away from Vane and back to the window.

“Me being ‘Civil’ does not mean bowing down to every man in sight because it suits your needs.”

“This is exactly why father left me to run this business, you can’t see past your pride and into the future!”

“ No, father left you the business because you are his little pet. And might I had that you were also the only one here. I believe in creating my own worth not riding on daddy’s wealth and pretending that its my own.” Celeste angrily whispered back.

An evil grin formed on Vanes face, he could quite clearly see the rift between the two sisters and wondered how much more strain their relationship could handle before it cracked completely, “Convenient , because if that was true then that would mean that Captain Guthrie here probably had the help from her little sister, you know giving her the best tips for the most valuable ships, the biggest plunders. And that really wouldn’t be fair at all. Would it?” He stated matter of factly, tilting his head to see if his efforts had managed to anger Celeste. Which they definitely had.

“How fucking dare you!” Celeste sat bold upright in her chair, purposely turning her attention to Vane, “Since when was my crew and my ship being brought under investigation, maybe if you weren’t all drunks, or out whoring all the live long day, or you actually knew how to captain a goddamned ship, you would be spending your coin rather than watching me roll around in mine.” Celeste forcefully pushed the chair from underneath herself, not bothering to correct her dress this time. “now if you’ll excuse me, I have far better things to do with my time, like watching paint dry.” she hatefully spat before walking the short distance to the door and ultimately deciding that slamming it was her best course of action.

Pike laughed so weakly that it could have been mistaken for nasty chest infection, “see?” he pointed to the still rattling door, “this is why women can’t be in charge of anything, they are far too emotional” he said stroking the gruff on his chin.

Vane took everyone by surprise when he also abruptly stood, stubbing the end of his cigar out directly onto the table, avoiding the ash tray, “I suggest you shut the fuck up” his low gruff voice bellowed out before he too made his way to the door, leaving everyone else with a look of confusion on their faces. Eleanor knew that the two had a history, but she assumed that they would either pretend it never happened or Celeste would be the bigger person and not let his often-relentless teasing get the better of her, looks like she was wrong.

Celeste practically ran down the steps of the tavern wanting nothing more then to seek the safety of her nice cool cabin on her ship, surrounded by people who she can somewhat tolerate. At least her cabin had a bolt on the door, as Celeste marched through the maze of people and reached the street, she felt eyes boring into her. She had a pretty good idea of who it was which was why she was gradually picking up her pace. Celeste couldn’t deal this this right now, or ever to be perfectly honest, so she kept her pace until the beach came into sight. The heat at this point was almost unbearable and the layered long black dress was not helping the situation. She gathered the ends of her dress, exposing her bare legs, before jumping down off of the dock and onto the white hot sand.

Or the beach is where you can really see the split of people in Nassau as only Pirates dared show their faces down there, which made Celeste, who was a woman, a bit of a rarity. The only thing she hated more that Charles Vane was this beach, with all of its vagrants and criminals, however it was the only way back to her ship, so it was a necessary evil. Weaving in and out of the makeshift tents she eventually broke their density and to made it out to hear the gentle lapping of the sea against the sand.

Celeste could feel a mass amount of eyes piercing her figure as she shielded her own with her hand from the blazing sun. she ignored them like she always did and tried to locate her second in command Rosabelle who should have been waiting with their rowboat along with two of her most trusted men, Felix and Jack. No luck however, and she soon realized that they was barely anyone this far down the beach, not a single person was rowing out to the larger ships in port.

What the fuck is going on?

Slowly, Celeste turned her body to look to the left of her to inspect the rest of the beach, but she really wished she hadn’t. Stood there was Vane, both of his hands perched upon his hips has he squinted his ice blue eyes towards her, a smirk pressed against his lips. “Hello, Love. Its been a while.” His gruff voice spoke as he took a view steps closer, Celeste did not move, not under any circumstances. She was not going to be bullied by him a she certainly wasn’t going to give in to him. She would rather die.

She glared at him, “Not nearly long enough” she spat as she pushed past his broad shoulder as bolted past him. He wasn’t about to let her leave him standing on this beach, again, so he sharply turned and grasped onto her wrist. She jumped out of instinct and mentally scolded herself for doing so. She tried ripping her arm from her grasp but when she kept failing she began to walk again and to her surprise he didn’t try to stop her, instead he followed her like a child until they were back at the top of the beach.

“What the fuck do you want Vane, let me fucking go” Celeste shouted as she spun around to face him. Pushing him against a wall on one of the unsuspecting houses that lined the beach. Celeste had pushed him with just enough force for him to to let go of her wrist. A smile broke through on to his face, not a smirk but a genuine smile. This caused Celeste to immediately let go of his chest and retreat back a few steps before walking away again.

“You really must let your petty anger go love, its not attractive” vane said, hot on Celestes heals as she darted in and out of the various merchants. Celeste was not really sure what he was planning to gain from making her angry and though she hated to admit it was almost working.

“Its not attractive?, oh heaven forbid, will the gods ever forgive me?” she seethed as she quickened her pace anxious to escape Vane. This is why she didn’t want to see him again, he was being insufferable and didn’t show any signs of letting up soon.

Vane chuckled as he darted in front of her,quite effectively stopping her in the middle of the street., “neither is sarcasm” Celeste was finding it very difficult to not punch the man straight in the face, but she knew that would do little to nothing to change if persistency.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think of me Vane” Finally and totally stopping to move around him because it was basically pointless. Obviously her old find had something on his mind and he wasn’t about to let Celeste skip out of town until she had heard it.

Vane clicked his tongue and tilted his head to the side ever so slightly,“I highly doubt that” he said.

Unbeknownst to the squabbling pair below, Jack Rackam and Anne Bonny we’re watching in amusement from the balcony of an ale house directly opposite from them.

Jack let out a laugh as he leaned on the weathered wood of the railing as he cradled a half filled bottle in his hand. “ Oh Christ, is that Celeste Guthrie with Captain?” He questioned as he lightly lurched forward to get a better look. “ She does not look happy to say the least.”

“ She never looks happy, part of her’ charm” Anne said as she settled next to him, staring at the pair who had finally stopped.

Jack turned to Anne with a look of realisation on his drunken face. “ That’s right, you were a member of her crew a few years back if I’m not mistaken”, Anne rolled her eyes. “ How was that experience my love? Is it true that their are only down on their luck women to man the ship?” He stopped for a second before turning to gage his partners current mood before deeming that it was safe enough to carry on. “That hardly seems practical.”

“Hey Captain, ive been looking everywhere for you” Celeste whipped her head to see the extremely concerned look on Rosabelles pale face.

“oh thank god, Rosabelle, what is it?”

“you should probably just come and see this”

Various things were running through Celestes mind as she and her second in command lead her through the bustling streets of Nassau. However she was just happy to be rid of Vane. To be perfectly honest she hadn’t expected him to hound her like he had done.

Rosabelle led Celeste right back to the tavern, much to her dismay. Celeste could her sister pacing anxiously.

“What do you want now?” Celeste called out but was instantly taken aback when see saw tears rolling down her cheeks.

Elenor was wringing her hand in front of her “ it’s Aurora, she’s missing Celeste”

#charles vane x oc #celeste guthrie #captain vane #charles vane smut #charles vane x reader #blacksails #elenor guthrie

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bisexualpirateheart · 2 years

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As a new reader of fanfic I just wanted to come here to say how much I have enjoyed your BlackSails fics. I see you haven't written them in some time, but I wanted you to know that is you ever wanted to write more about James with either John or Thomas (or them both), I for one would devour your writing. Thank you for writing them so beautifully.

Anon, this made me smile. 💖 I’m so glad you’re reading and enjoying my fic! It’s been a really rough last two years (longer tbh) and I definitely haven’t gotten as much writing done as I would have hoped but Black Sails is pretty much always in my thoughts and heart.

There will be more stories about James, John and Thomas (and all various combinations 😉) in the hopefully not too far future. Thank you so much for this message! Live long and prosper! 💖

#black sails #silverflint #flinthomas #silverflinthomas #writing #fanfic

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iwt-v · 7 years

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I know I keep teasing about a proper peach verse fic so here’s an actual tease whilst I anal-retentively decide to finish the whole thing first:

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His boots crunched over more fallen petals as he picked another dud from the tree, inspecting the next group of small, green, and fuzzy fruit.

“That’s twenty-eight,” called out a young voice to his left. “Twenty-eight bad ones!”

James smiled and looked over at Cedric McCullen, son of Henry McCullen and their closest neighbor. He and his brother Issac had become a rather pleasant habit the last two growing seasons of helping him and Thomas out with the peaches.

It was late May. The blossoms had dropped away a week ago and their orchard was just now getting fruit. They needed to go through and thin out the bad fruit to make more room for the good fruit. James had thought it a pointless practice at first, saying why not just wait until it was time to harvest and pick only the good fruit. But Thomas had insisted this tedious but necessary practice would yield them and overall better crop.

He had been right, James had been forced to admit. This year’s yield was the most promising yet. With the help of the two boys it also freed up their work load. The boys would return in a couple of months to help them harvest the ripened product. Then he and Thomas would load up the wagon and ride to town and to the market.

James rubbed his thumb over a good fruit and left it on the tree. It was good, honest work. The pay was scarcely decent because their orchard was small, but as long as they had enough for the occasional clothing and supply purchases, everything else they needed they could take from the land.

It wasn’t quite what he had imagined all those years ago. He could still remember the day he had explained his intention for Nassau to Eleanor Guthrie, may she rest in peace. It was a proper farm he had imagined then, with livestock and a larger garden than what they had here. But those seemed like small details now. He was living off the land, just as he had wanted.

There were days those thoughts made him joyful, and he could remember Miranda fondly. He would think of how proud she would be of him, of them, together and living in peace at last. He had to tread lightly over those thoughts. His wounds may have healed but the scar tissue was thin at best.

#blacksails fanfic #flinthamilton #peach verse #i think i may start the whole thing off #with a piece of story from the climax as a hook for readers #gotta keep those writing workshop skillz in use ya know #so that's why i'm not posting any of it yet

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dmsden · 4 years

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Monster of the Month - Bronze Dragon

Hullo, Gentle Readers. The time has come, once again, to discuss a Monster of the Month. This month, as we enjoy our “Year of the Dragon”, we’re going to look at one of the friendliest and most gregarious of dragonkind - the Bronze Dragon. A big thank you to Scott “K-9″ Fabianek for this awesome specimen of dragonhood gracing our article.

Bronze dragons are fairly aquatic dragons, often preferring to lair along a coastline, or possibly even in an underwater grotto. They are highly proficient shapeshifters and love to use this ability to get up close and personal with those around them. I love the image of a seagull, dolphin, or even a shipboard parrot actually being a bronze dragon, trying to take the measure of a ship and her crew. If they seem to be good folks, the dragon might decide to assist them along their way. If not, there may be one more shipwreck for the dragon to explore in the near future.

Like all dragons, bronze ones have an impressive compliment of attacks, and my previous article about white dragons gives some advice on how they might best use those various attacks. Like all metallic dragons, bronze dragons have two breath weapons - one lethal, the other not. Their lethal weapon, as befits a creature of seas and storms, is a line of lightning. I can imagine one blasting a ship with bolt after bolt until it’s a flaming wreck, going down on the high seas.

Their non-lethal weapon is an intriguing one - a repulsion breath that can push enemies away. This also seems made for a sea-going dragon. Their breath could clear a ship’s deck of wicked pirates, allowing the dragon to claim the vessel almost bloodlessly.

Once a bronze dragon has claimed a lair, it becomes even more dangerous. The weather for miles around it comes under the dragon’s control, allowing the dragon to aid or hinder ships without any need to be anywhere near them. Cosmetically, the aquatic plants around its lair also change to brilliant hues, which might give a clue as to the lair’s location. And the lair itself can fill with illusory sounds, such as strange whispers or phantom echoes, to lure people to where it might want them to go.

Battling a bronze dragon in its lair is surely a foolhardy effort. It can fill its lair with clouds of fog, making visibility difficult, and allowing it to strike from unexpected directions. It can also call up thunderclaps to damage groups of foes who invade its home.

As lawful good creatures, bronze dragons abhor tyranny, and they often offer their services to a good cause. This could be a way to bring in some firepower on one side or another of a battle. It could be very intriguing if two good groups find themselves battling, and the PCs find themselves at odds with a bronze dragon who has taken the other side’s cause as its own. It is likely to behave in an honorable fashion, but, given their love of warfare and their desire to prove themselves, they’re unlikely to surrender or abandon their causes.

In my own Shattered Pact campaign, the players found a staunch ally in Lazathanios the Bronze, who aided them in battle against the pirates of Blacksails Harbor. Once the battle was done, it claimed the Harbor itself, an undersea grotto, to be its prize from the conflict, and the PCs were glad to know that pirates couldn’t use it any further.

I hope this has inspired you to find a place for a bronze dragon NPC in your campaign.

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herself-nyc · 4 years

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I'm here today, ladies and gentlefolk of all types, in praise of this sublime work of #BlackSails fanfic, by @stele3. Which yesterday I found in the early afternoon and could not stop reading until 3 in the morning when I came, alas, to the end of its 11 installments. This series represents the highest of what fanfic is -- so full of love and devotion and thought and emotion and humor about the show, the characters, AND the potential reader. I was looking for romantic Flint/Hamilton, and got that and SO SO SO much more. Go go go, read this and praise the writer.

#black sails #blacksails #black sails fanfic #blacksails fanfic #blacksailsfic #Flint/Hamlton #Flint/Hamilton/Silver

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candlewinds · 7 years

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Anne in 2x07 vs. Anne in 4x01

#black sails #blacksailsedit #anne bonny #bsladies #bs spoilers #black sails spoilers #my gifs #mine #blacksails*#okay last set of the day but I just really needed to make this one bc #READER I DIED #I'M SO PROUD OF HER 😭#she doesn't feel so lost anymore she already knows who she is now #and she knows what she's here for #my babyyyy 💜

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whatzaoverwatch · 5 years

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Blacksails Update

So I made a poll cause honestly I haven’t the slightest clue on who to match the reader with so you guys can help me out!

Currently I have been working on an Overwatch Pirate AU featuring the Blackwatch team. You can read chapter one right here.

Here is the poll to see which character you want to have end up with the reader at the end of the story.

The end result may determine the winner unless a spontateous new idea forms. Half Mod Nay and I will continue working to make this fic happy for all

The poll will last until Monday July 22nd at 11PM EST

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glopratchet · 4 years

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govenment

General fantasy worldbuilding outline for Jamais Vu Terre and Inspiridium Isles: Jamais Vu Terre is a tropical island paradise ruled by the tyrannical Queen of the Island, who has been in power since her father's death The government is a monarchy with an elected head of state There are no religions or other forms of belief on the island All citizens must wear uniforms to avoid religious conflict, which has plagued the country before ; (The last time was when there were no uniformed police officers) there have only ever been two major political parties that had any influence on the island One being the "Socialists" led by a man named John Ketchum He ran for president four times and lost each time, until he finally died in office due to old age and infirmity His successor as President was a woman named Dolly McPherson In the time of the democracies of Jamais Vu Terre and Inspiridium Isles In the time of the democracies of Jamais Vu Terre and Inspiridium Isles, How could Jamais Vu Terre trade alligator art with Inspiridium Isles This reimagining of Rivers of London ; (formerly to be titled "Semiotic Engineering") as a tropical island story was inspired by the stories of Sophie Masson ; (Peter Pan and The Painting Game titles, being targeted to middle grade readers) and professional work involving visits to my favorite islands; Jamaica, Grand Cayman, Aruba, and Jamaica Villains for books three and four have been planned out, while book one has a basic outline of the major villains' plans How could Jamais Vu Terre trade alligator art with Inspiridium Isles? Jamais Vu Terre relates Inspiridium Isles because those protagonists are the villains of this story The names of the islands is related to Neverland from Peter Pan, because both are insular and monarchical places ruled by jealous, temperamental rulers with delusions of grandeur who hate when people don't obey their rules This series is planned to have three books Jamais Vu Terre relates Inspiridium Isles because those protagonists are the villains of this story Jamais Vu Terre felt that inspiring folks to create popular culture ; (such as music, movies, and video games) was cutting into her power as monarch of the island So she first inspired the characters Bob and Ian from "Don't Hug Me I'm Scared" to form a Chucky Aside Out With the help of her first lieutenant in the form of Detective Ennis Deveroux, one of the Ciem creators, Jamais Vu Terre felt that inspiring folks to create popular culture ; making movies about their mischief Starting with a poorly-received slasher flick, "Inspector Stone: Principled Protector" and later inspiring second, third and fourth films in the series Inspiridium Isles responded by This didn't deter KVIT's attacks, but certainly changed what the police were prepared to deal with ; (especially after the Inspector Stone film series became used as inspiration for several school shootings) Inspiridium Isles responded by making movies about their mischief Too many seconds after Jamais Vu Terre knew about Inpiridium's counter-attack, the islands were set to nuke each other Then Bob and Ian decided they didn't want that to happen So they created a cursed video tape that killed the infant daughter of Detective Deveroux Collateral damaged: Unspeakable Too many seconds after Jamais Vu Terre knew about Inpiridium's counter-attack, realized they couldn't win this fight Another unforseen event was the rise of a third island: Despirado, ruled by an elected Despirte Council and Governor Nels Coxley, who rationed out carefully-measured help to both islands, not willing to piss off either side Despirado exists in a delicate balance between trying to trade with eachother profitably without insulting or alienating either side, because survival is more important than politics on an atoll Inspiridium Isles finally Inspiridium Isles finally realized they couldn't win this fight Because of this event the emotions could be summed up best between Jamais Vu Terre and Inspiridium Isles as "mutual loathing Eventually at deadly stalemate, both sides grudgingly agreed to a truce Due to Despirado's mixed loyalties it was involved in the treaty-signing as a go-between, along with a representative of the smaller businesses on competing islands Because of this event the emotions could be summed up best between Jamais Vu Terre and Inspiridium Isles as "mutual loathing The trade language between Jamais Vu Terre and Inspiridium Isles sounded like a death knell to many: English The trade language between Jamais Vu Terre and Inspiridium Isles sounded like a death knell to many: From Jamais Vu Terre , Inspiridium Isles imported flesh and mined resources: Food, building materials and the vital Adrenochrome that had to be collected by prisoners in "sacrifices" from the local cult of R'lyeh From Inspiridium, Future Islands imported Tech, Medicine, and coveted books Peace reigned but only for a while The story continues in: The Empire of Jamais Vu Terre Inspiridium Isles imported flesh and mined resources: How could the importance of flesh to Jamais Vu Terre when compare the same variety under the control of Inspiridium Isles authorities If The Empire of Inspiridium Isles loses more prisoners to the starved cultists of R'lyeh, they might close the market off once again The Governor-General is in an unenviable position, with no wiggle room for compromise The currency exchange for flesh is handled between Jamais Vu Terre and Inspiridium Isles by How could the importance of flesh to Jamais Vu Terre when compare the same variety under the control of Inspiridium Isles authorities? transfer of credits over a grand data-grid A regular service that would be hard to pull out of for either parties to do so would cause the stock market in each others states to crash, as one would flood the suddenly booming market while the other would suddenly be helpless to fill the sudden demand with ; (legal) goods It wouldn't take long before one side or the other renegotiated a deal and locked up their credit rating again The currency exchange for flesh is handled between Jamais Vu Terre and Inspiridium Isles by transfer of credits over a grand data-grid on a list, so to speak As Kaltar Krell re-fills his pockets, Bob Gruz's black market can thrive once more Under the guise of minor exports, tools, and weapons cross the border everyday using diplomatic immunity as cover His journey is now concluded, having an audience with the Governor himself to report on the damage done to Despirado business interests by the grand spirited efforts of Inspiridium law enforcement on saving one girl at any cost The person responsible is considered to be The person responsible is considered to be on a list, now Inspiridium Isles settled in there territories in spite for The propaganda, the media coverage of their motives, everything works to their favor Sealing the borders and the food chain once more will created a starvation crisis that the unsupervised rule of Krell won't be able to keep from turning into revolt once again But he has other ideas Inspiridium Isles settled in there territories in spite for now While Jamais Vu Terre won there lands peaceably by the sense of fair play against a hated oppressive power, the average soil of Kipepeo land can't produce enough to break even their order alone The Red Hessians are entrenched and only getting bolder Krell knows this In addition Krell knows they won't stop at blowing up just a shuttle every now and again Working from Jamaica bay to refuel Blackriver, he's already laundered some stories that it was the pirate captain "Blacksail" While Jamais Vu Terre won there lands peaceably by the sense of fair play against a hated oppressive power, For the citizens of Jamais Vu Terre , life has changed little But getting water from public fountains, riding cable-cars and taking the train have never felt so safe--given that it's all been upgraded with shielding and bulkhead technology since the last war But even trade has been roughened by pirates lately attacking cargo ships outright instead of allying with smugglers No roots canever be given to such savage lawlessness lest it infest the rest of citizenry like a plague life has changed little When you compare the past for Inspiridium Isles a historian would record The tensions between government cause the merchants to shake in their expensive boots while spendthrift festivals are something the common man can dream of though never experience A feeling that they need to defend thier homeland, but not really having anything tangible to do so, bureaucracy standing in the way of it all For Despirado another history would record, struggle and discord the factions in this newborn nation fight over petty resources and greed instead of defending its people The tensions between government cause the merchants to shake in their expensive boots while spendthrift festivals are something the common man can dream of though never experience On the borders of Jamais Vu Terre customs inspectors unload crates of new rifles out of a Blackriver transportation ship The fuel refinery continues to operate full-time, as the planet's power demands and use of electronics continues to climb as these technologies spreads throughout now both coasts; west and east On the borders of Jamais Vu Terre customs inspectors unload crates of new rifles out of a Blackriver transportation ship The government of Jamais Vu Terre regulates the cities to ensure border security Any public gathering of 3 or more requires a licensed permit from the Department of Citizen Safety

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saibh29 · 7 years

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Out of My System (Part 2)

Pairings: Vane / Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (not a lot)

AN: I apologise for the probably terrible editing of this piece i’m still full of flu and feeling pretty crappy. I reached 300 followers today though and wanted to celebrate with a bit of fluffy Vane for my beautiful followers.

@angelaiswriting @georgiagrl1990 @selldraug @angryares

You sat on the double bed with your legs crossed as you watched Vane pace up and down the small bedroom floor of your room. There was almost smoke coming out of his ears he was so angry. When he was in this kind of mood, when he was this angry there was little anyone could do to lam him down. Even you wouldn’t be able to say much to bring him down from the ledge he’d climbed himself up onto.

Instead you could sit and wait for him to calm himself, until he was ready to talk about whatever it was that had started the anger in the first place.

“Fucking Bastards” he suddenly shouted making a fist and smashing it into the wall “fucking cheap bastards”

The plaster had cracked and flaked as he hit the wall and you weren’t convince that he wouldn’t bring the whole thing down if he hit it again.

“Vane?” you said softly trying to get his attention. He spun to face you eyes blazing with anger. You may feel many things towards Vane so of which you didn’t want or need to investigate yet, fear however, wasn’t one of them. Vane had an evil reputation and you were aware of the vicious rumours about him, it was impossible not to be however he had never hurt you and you somehow just knew that he never would.

“Let me see” you urged taking the hand he had just smashed into the wall. The skin on his knuckles was torn, blood coming from the numerous small cuts there. “That was stupid”

“You think I’m stupid?” he growled out, anger still clouding his voice.

“I think hitting a wall is stupid yes” You ripped a piece of material off of your skirt blotting the cuts clean and tying the makeshift bandage around his knuckles to stem the bleeding. “Are you going to tell me?”

He was staring at the knot on his knuckles. “We got shafted in a deal” he eventually admitted changing his gaze to look at your face. “Half the loot is gone because fucking Jack Ratham thought once again he was cleverer than everyone else”

Of course it was Jack Ratham. It was always Jack.

“Vane, Jack is always going to think he is cleverer than everyone else. That will never change”

“Not helping”

“You didn’t let me finish” you admonished getting yet another growl from a clearly frustrated Vane. “What can change is the way you respond to him”

He wouldn’t admit it and no one else would dare try it but surprisingly often Vane would listen to logic and reason.

“Respond how?”

“Well I would guess that you mostly just yelled and threatened to cut his cock from his body once more”

“And if I did?” he muttered defensively, meaning he had.

“Well that method is obviously not working”

Vane really did look curious now as he sat down beside you on the bed grabbing your thighs and pulling you over to straddle his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck letting your forehead rest on his own.

“It might be time for a different method of dealing with Jack and Anne”

“What do you suggest?”

“What is the one thing that Jack likes more than women and power? The thing he can’t live without?”

“Money” his eyes widened “the one thing on this island that every man here wants more of”

“So if we take money away from him” you suggested “he bends more to… your way of thinking”

“Beauty and brains” Vane smiled brushing your hair back from your face placing his hands on your cheeks to tilt you head back enough so he could stare straight into your eyes. “How do you do that?” he was watching you carefully “how do you always know what to say?”

You laughed putting your hands up to cover his own. “Vane I never know what to say” she admitted softly. “It’s my own biggest secret, everyone says or somehow seems to think I have all the right words the answers to all the problems they keep bringing to me. I don’t know how I became this person, and I don’t know how to keep going most of the time. I’m not Eleanor Guthrie and don’t want to be yet somehow I’ve been thrust into that role”

“Y/N” the gravel was in his voice again this time not because of anger though.

There was that emotion there that neither wanted to acknowledge. It had been floating around between them for a while now. Unvoiced but there all the same. You were more scared of that emotion than you were of anything else in the world. So instead of answering it, instead of talking about and giving it voice you avoided the look in his eyes and reached out to pull his lips to your own. Kissing him with all your might, trying to let that explain without words that you knew what he was feeling and you felt it too.

Vane responded instantly gripping you roughly, lifting you even higher up his thighs by your hips holding hard enough that you were bound to get bruises from his fingers.

“Going to use your anger for something more productive Captain Vane?”

“Whatever the lady wants love”

In a quick movement that proved his muscles weren’t just for show but strength he’d lifted you up and rolled them over so he was on top of you laying between your legs.

Your hands made quick work of the meagre clothes you’d both been wearing.

“Vane hurry please” you begged as you parted your legs even further welcoming him into you.

With a need that matched your own Vane groaned pushing himself deeper into your body, one of his hands gripped the headboard of the bed giving him a balance to set a rough, quick pace carried onwards by the remains of his anger.

You needed him more than you’d ever needed him before, clinging to his shoulders urging him on with soft moans of his name. You dragged your nails down his back digging into skin desperate to feel anything he was willing to give you.

Vane could feel your urgency, could feel your desperation and it rose something primal in him, something wild and urgent that wanted nothing more than to make you scream his name to the heavens.

“Fuck Vane! Harder” you gasped out “please”

He grunted slamming himself deep into you, he could hear your moans becoming more erratic, muscles clamping down on his until finally you tipped over the edge with a cry wrenched from the depths of your throat.

Vane buried his head in your shoulder pumping a few more times before emptying himself inside you.

You both lay stuck together bodies laced with sweat as you continued to hold him tightly with your legs tangled in his own. Y/N had been one of the only women he’d slept with that he’d allowed to hold him after sex. The only one who he had wanted to hold him and hold in return.

“I fucked up your back”

Charles raised his head slightly at you words to look over one shoulder as your fingers traced the grooves and gouges that your nails had left there.

“Don’t care” was his eventual response.

He rolled off of you dislodging the hold you had on him and freeing their limbs from each other. Vane put his hands up behind his head staring up at the ceiling.

“You certainly know how to calm me down darling”

You poked him with your foot. “I don’t think that method is one I want to be using on anyone else”

He moved faster than you’d imagined possible for a man seemingly so at rest, hovering above you a hand at your throat.

“Don’t even think it Y/N”

“Why is that? Are you going to stop me if I wanted to Vane?” He didn’t answer just tightened the fingers around your throat. “Just what is it you think you’d do?”

“I’d kill them” he whispered softly “I’d kill whoever I found you with slowly, painfully and then I’d deal with you”

“You going to kill me Charles? If I upset you? Defy you? What then?”

He paused the tension going out of his body in one long breath as he let go of your throat and rolled over to his back once more.

“No” he sighed rubbing as his face and stubbled jaw “no pet I wouldn’t kill you”

Y/N didn’t like the sound of resignation in his voice, it wasn’t in his nature to sound so defeated. Rolling over yourself so you could lean your arms on his chest.

“I won’t Vane, you know I wouldn’t”

He looked carefully at you “You won’t?”

You shook your head “I won’t and I wouldn’t”

Vane impulsively wrapped an arm around your waist holding you down to his chest kissing the top of your head.

“I know pet. I know you wouldn’t” he snorted “after all it took long enough for me to get you in my bed”

You elbowed him in the stomach, or as well as you could considering your current position. “You are nothing but a walking ego Captain Charles Vane. That an a roving cock”

“Ain’t that the truth sweetheart” he was dragging a hand up and down your back in comforting strokes.

“CAPTAIN” the shout from below the window made you groan “CAPTAIN I KNOW YOU’RE UP THERE” he sounded drunk “CAPTAIN!?”

“Fucking Jack Ratham” he growled sitting up and flinging himself out of bed to wrench open the window.

You laid there listening to them fight back and forth. “For fuck sake Vane just go down. Stop screaming out of my window”

Vane cursed harshly grabbing his trousers and yanking them on. “Jack is going to owe me for more than half some gold at this rate”

You watched as he stormed out the room with enough force that you almost felt sorry for Jack. Almost.

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saibh29 · 7 years

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The Real Mrs Vane (Prelude)

Pairing: Vane/ Reader/ Flint

Warnings: Violence, drinking, betraying and general piracy

AN: I thought i was done with this series but many people wanted an epilogue and a bit of explanation of the reader and Vane’s history. So here we have a short glimpse into why the ‘reader’ ended up shot on the beach by her husband...

@angelaiswriting @georgiagrl1990 @selldraug

You’d been in Nassau now for more than 5 years, washed up on the beach like many orphans before you with nothing more than the ratty dress you wore and a vague idea that people used to call you Y/N.

Fortunately for you that was where your story had differed from many other orphans who ended up on the streets begging and stealing. Most not living more than a few more years.

You’d been found laying in the sand by what you thought at the time must be an angel. A golden haired angel who was older than you and seemed to have an actual golden glow around her head. Of course she hadn’t been an angel, was simply a woman and a business woman at that.

Finding you laying there on the beach in nothing more than rags had given her a very business inclined idea. You’d been tall for a teenager and already past the beginnings of puberty. With long thick hair and a delicate looking bone structure, smooth unmarked skin and what looked like a full set of teeth.

So the angel had taken you from the beach, led you up to her house, given you a bath and tidied you up. You’d stayed in her house for a magical few weeks where you ate food you’d never even believed existed and slept in a bed that had actual sheets and pillows and then you’d seemingly been banished. Sent to the Avery and into the care of men who no longer wanted to feed you exotic sweets and drinks but wanted something very different from you.

That was 5 years ago though and you’d long ago got over your anger at Eleanor Guthrie for selling you into a business she had no right to. After all, surprisingly enough being a whore had not worked out to bad for you.

*******

3 years ago you’d met him. Captain Charles Vane. Sat downstairs in the bar area of the Avery he’d marched in one night demanding rum and women and lots of them. You hadn’t been one of the women sent to him that night, thankfully, as the girls had not come out unscathed. Instead you’d been the one to go in the morning to clean him up.

Still semi drunk Vane had had similar thoughts about you that you’d had about Eleanor all those years ago. He’d watched you moved silently around the room, drawing curtains and letting in fresh air. Then cleaning away the empty goblets and left over food. Only then you’d come over to the bed to look down at him.

“Do you require anything Captain Vane?”

He’d reached for you slowly almost convinced that if he actually made contact with your skin then you might truly disappear back to the heavens.

“Who are you?”

“I’m no one” you’d answered with a small smile taking his hand before he could touch your face and lowering it back down to the bed. Instead you’d offered him water, made sure he drank some and then left.

When Vane fully sobered up he thought his rum fuelled mind must have imagined you, that was until he’d come downstairs to find the vision from before sat on another man’s knee laughing at his jokes.

Your life had changed again rapidly at that point. Yanked from the patron’s knee by an enraged Vane you were suddenly no longer a whore being bought by any who could afford the price but instead one kept solely for the pleasures of a notorious and violent Captain who would maybe wash up back onto shore every few months.

You didn’t remember when people had started to call you Mrs Vane, normally in hushed whispers to their friends who stared to long at you. You didn’t even really remember when it became true. Only that one day you were no longer sleeping at the Avery and instead had a ring on your finger and a husband in your bed.

All in all it hadn’t been the result that Eleanor Guthrie had been planning for when she’d saved you from the beach. In fact she hated you for how you had escaped. Hated that you’d bewitched Charles Vane the one man in Nassau who she felt could have been her equal, and as hate and jealously often lead to she started to plan revenge.

*******

You’d known it was happening, even if you hadn’t originally wanted to believe it. The signs Eleanor was giving away though weren’t subtle and Vane couldn’t have lied to your face even if he wanted to. You knew him to well.

Which is why somehow you were swaying along the beach holding tight in one hand to the wedding ring you used to wear on your finger and in the other a somewhat depleted bottle of rum. You were humming a nonsensical tune and trying to drive from your mind the somewhat stained image of your husband and that bitch Eleanor Guthrie locked together.

“Y/N?”

“James?” you squinted a little trying to get your vision to focus as Captain Flint appeared more solidly in your way. He grasped your shoulder holding you steady as he took the rum bottle from you.

“What do you want Captain Flint?”

“You seem to have had a disagreement with Vane”

“And if I have?”

Flint was pulling now, removing you from the bottom of the beach where the sea was coming in back up to the docks.

“I need your help Y/N” he had sat you up on the wooden boards while he stayed stood in the sand in front of you. “You know more about the Ranger and that Captain than anyone else on this island”

“So?” you were getting a strange feeling in your stomach at his words that you didn’t think was because of the rum anymore.

“He betrayed you, everyone knows that now. Don’t you want revenge?”

“Y/N!!” the man who growled out your name behind you was familiar, as were the hands that grasped under your elbows and pulled you to your feet.

“What the fuck are you doing here Flint?”

“It seems I’m saving your wife, Vane”

Vane’s hands were practically biting into your arms at this point, to such an extent that you feared he might cut off all circulation. You wriggled a bit trying to get free, not that there was much point in fighting with Vane. However, unlike most you knew where to strike at Vane to get him to do what you wanted and it wasn’t by force.

“Let me go Vane, I don’t want your hands on me when they’ve just left her body”

As predicted he did indeed let you go, just long enough for you to take the one step towards the edge of the dock you needed and jump down into the sands near Flint. Stumbling at the landing Flint grabbed your elbow steadying you as best he could.

“Y/N are you alright?”

“I’m fine James” you reassured him lifting your face to stare up at Vane. “You made a choice when you got into bed with her Charles. Now I’m making a choice as well” you turned back to Flint. “I’ll help you, if you help me away from him”

“Done” Flint agreed instantly.

“It doesn’t work like that darling” Vane growled somehow having managed to get his pistol out of his belt and aiming it at you. “You don’t get to leave”

“So what? You shoot me? Is that the plan Vane?”

“If I can’t have you no one will”

You hadn’t actually expected him to take the shot, it was why you moved. The sound of the pistol firing made you jump a bullet lodging not in your body but your leg. From out of nowhere Flint’s crew were suddenly milling around. You had no idea where Vane had gone, probably back to Eleanor.

Instead you were fairly focused on the unimaginable pain coming from your thigh. Flint had dropped to the sand with you pulling up your dress to look at the wound. He grabbed a piece of material from his own shirt pulling it tight around the wound.

“It just grazed you” he offered seeing the shock in your eyes. “He wasn’t aiming to kill you Y/N”

“Well that’s comforting” you snapped out getting a smile from Flint.

“So you’ll help me?”

“I’m not sure how much help I’ll be but yes, if it pisses him off I’ll help”

Flint had a somewhat evil look floating around his face as he nodded once. “welcome to the Walrus”

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saibh29 · 7 years

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The Real Mrs Vane (Part 0.5)

Pairings: Vane / Reader / Flint

Warnings: Rampant Self Loathing and Masochism

A/N: Yep i’m really stepping up the angst and self loathing pity party tonight people. Also I seem to be somewhat addicted to this story and keep finding more and more parts to add.... I promise i’m nearly done.

@selldraug @angelaiswriting @georgiagrl1990

The first time it had happened had been about 6 months after you had initially switched ship to the Walrus. You’d been surprised when Flint had demanded you actually join them onboard, not entirely reluctant though. Your husband had shot you, Eleanor was fucking him and it was likely that you couldn’t just go back to the Avery, meaning your choices had been limited. Getting on board the Walrus had given you sanctuary for 6 months.

You couldn’t hide on the ship forever though and you’d already been at land for 4 days. You had to leave.

That was why you were in your current predicament. Standing in a tent you had thought never to be back in. Force wasn’t going to get you anywhere though, you weren’t in any position to overpower Vane.

“Why am I here Vane?”

He was stood opposite you blocking the entrance to the tent and keeping you from making a run for it. “You’ve been on the Walrus” he had his arms crossed tightly over his chest “for a very long time pet”

“Don’t call me that” you snapped “Charles you SHOT me. You fucking shot me”

“I didn’t kill you did I?”

“SO?” you marched around the side of the bed thumping him hard in the chest. “That is not a good excuse Vane. You don’t just shoot your wife”

“I thought you weren’t my wife anymore?”

You paused at that drawing your hand back you simply stood staring at the part of his chest that was on eye level. “I’m not”

He grabbed your arms yanking your body up into his own forcing your head back so he could stare down into your face. “Lucky for you darling, you don’t get to make that decision”

His mouth came down and attached to your own, you’d fought. Oh you’d fought, for about 3 seconds before melting into his arms. Allowing Vane to use you just has he always had and always would.

You’d emerged the next morning looking much like those whores had 3 years ago. Bruised and sore with nothing but self-loathing swimming around your brain. How could you just let him do that to you all over again?

Of course it didn’t stop there, you’d gone back the next night and the night after that, until finally Flint had locked you back on the Walrus just to stop the cycle.

*******

“You are not his whore anymore Y/N, will you get that through your stubborn head”

“I can’t” you whispered staring into the mirror in Flint’s cabin. Your mouth was bloodied from the backhand Vane had given you earlier.

“Yes you can” Flint stalked over spinning you around to hold you tight by the arms. “You’ve been with us for almost 2 years now, yet every time we dock you go back. When are you going to learn that you don’t have to keep doing this?”

Flint was right, every time the Walrus docked whether it had been 6 months or 2 weeks you were back in Vane’s tent. Whether he was on shore or not you still ended up there. You didn’t know why, maybe it was punishment for letting yourself be manipulated into the position you were in now. Or maybe it was simple that you liked the pain he caused you, didn’t know how to live without it.

“Y/N this is going to kill you for good this time”

“I don’t know how to stop James” you admitted sagging in the grip he had on you. “I don’t want to be this person anymore”

“Then don’t” Flint stated “let me help you”

You looked up into Flint’s face staring at him, he was the only man in the world you had ever met who hadn’t tried to take your clothes off. He gave back as much as he manipulated out of you and suddenly you wanted very much for him to simply save you.

“Ok”

“Ok?”

“Ok, help me”

The next time the Walrus docked you didn’t go to Vane’s tent you instead followed Flint to a boarding house in the town. He rented a room for the two of you and locked the door behind you. With night falling in Nassau and only a candle for light James Flint sat on a box next to the bed and started to tell you a story. A story about a Spanish ship and a log book.

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