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Happy Thomas Hamilton resurrection day!

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CAPTAIN FRECKLES

#captain freckles #still the best looking ginger anywhere ever #🤤🤤🤤🤤 #james flint #toby stephens

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BLACK SAILS James “Flint” McGraw in 2.08: XVI

#o captain my captain #james flint #captain flint #black sails

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i still love one (1) man 

James Flint + text posts III (I) (II) 

#I stan one (1) legend #captain james flint #James McGraw

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The only thing I am ashamed of is that I didn’t do something to save him when we had the chance.

#me: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #i’m not crying you’re crying #flinthamilton #otp: my truest love

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not to be dramatic but that 6 second micro scene of baby flint shirtless smiling as his bf reads him a book in bed ruined my life

#I thought I'd been ruined before #then I saw black sails #and flinthamilton #and I knew true ruination

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hi! i just finished rereading your fic "Reclamation" for the 20th time, and i just wanted to swing by and say i ADORE it!! i love the fact that you brought hennessey into the plot to free james and thomas, bc it's rare (at least imo) to read fix-it fic with him in it (i think i've only found 3) and i Loved vane in it as well!! keep up the awesome work and i can't wait to read what you come up with next!!

Thank you so, so much! This brought a smile to my face during a rough week. I’m still working on the next chapter of this fic, but just because you’re so nice, here’s a small snippet:

There is an acrid pong clinging to Thomas’ clothes and a spray of blood down his neck that is not his own. James wrinkles his nose at discovering it and pushes at Thomas’ shoulders. 

“You smell,” he informs his lover frankly. “I’m not sure I’m willing to allow you in my bed this way, my lord. Go on, go and wash and come back when you don’t stink like a battlefield.” 

He turns his nose up dramatically, and Thomas gives a snort of laughter. He peels himself off of James and turns toward the basin, stripping and bathing much as James had done himself. 

“Shall I go and see if I can find perfume?” he asks, grinning naughtily. He acts as if he is going to head for the door, and James rises from the bed. He crosses the room in two short steps to get to the door.

#woohoo! #fic snippet from one of my fave authors! #my day has just greatly improved #flinthamilton #black sails #fan fic #fan fic recs

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steinberg and Levine: hey rupert would you want to come down to South Africa to film a short 2 minute scene where you make out with Toby Stephens in front of an entire far-

rupert penry jones: im already at the airport

#ok this just always makes me laugh so out of the likes and onto the blog you go #😂😂😂

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BLACK SAILS, 4.10

#*smashes the reblog*

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tfw ‘i wish that scene wasn’t so dark’ ‘oh wait i can fix that’

#all the fucking tags!!!! #these are all excellent additions to the post #and i am dying now #o god send help #flinthamilton #otp: my truest love

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#gdi let them have their soft ending #they have suffered enough #can you believe they invented true love? #flinthamilton #otp: my truest love

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My truest love…

#know no shame #flinthamilton #can you believe they invented true love?

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— Nikita Gill

#well shit #can y'all just let me live please #*cries forever* #flinthamilton #otp: my truest love

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Harmonize

Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Fluff, Drunk Dancing, Teasing

Summary: Is James a good dancer? No. Is Thomas a good, merciful husband? Also no.

Notes:  It’s been a while since I’ve last written something for them and I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY, OKAY So, here, have some silly fluff LOL.

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(Ao3 link)

Thomas is laughing, loud and bright, and it’d actually be quite a beautiful sight, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s laughing at him.

James glares, and though it’s half-hearted and he’s so damn insecure in his steps that he probably looks like a lightweight, he feels like it should be at least a little bit intimidating. People used to cower in fear at the mention of his name, and Thomas keeps laughing at him.

“Oh—oh my, you’re so terrible,” Thomas says, his cheeks flushed, because that’s what happens when he gets even a spoon of alcohol in his body. That, and a lot of enthusiastic giggling.

Which probably explains why James is standing in the middle of a busy tavern, attempting – and not quite managing, as so delicately pointed out by his lover about fifteen times already – to dance to the upbeat music: it’s entirely too adorable to resist.

They are not the only ones: women and men alike are attempting a few steps, some clearly knowing what they are doing, others not but maintaining some dignity anyway, and a few literally ending up on the ground, way too drunk for coordination. James is actually doing quite alright, in comparison.

“You are a real arse,” he complains. “You are supposed to love me!”

“There are some things that not even love can blind us to, dearest,” Thomas says, actually quite solemnly for the situation. Then, keeping a hold of his hand, he raises his arm in a clear invitation for him to spin.

Which James obviously does, because Thomas is having the time of his life, and he wouldn’t refuse him anything, much less when he’s looking at him with so much careless joy on his face.

The spin leaves him quite dizzy for a moment, though, which makes him stumble and gets another delighted laugh out of Thomas. Bastard.

“I didn’t treat you like this when I tried to teach you how to fence,” he protests, frowning. When he does it, Thomas is known for poking at his forehead, warning that he should be careful not to get stuck with such a sour expression on his beautiful face. “Tried being the operative word. You were absolutely terrible.”

Thomas laughs at the memory, conceding the point with a head gesture. “Yes, but Miranda was doing enough teasing for the both of you.”

That is fair, yeah.

“And I didn’t look as ridiculous as you do now.”

That is not fair.

“I could argue that. I am arguing that. You were clumsier than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life. And this includes drunk pirates attempting to duel.”

Thomas considers him, amused. “That must have been quite the sight.”

James rolls his eyes at the memory, because that kind of situation was more or less guaranteed to happen every other night in Nassau. It’s strange to remember glimpses of the place almost fondly, with time and distance and knowing he is no longer a slave to that life. It leaves him with a sour aftertaste, suspiciously similar to guilt.

“Come on, we can fence tomorrow,” Thomas says then, giving him a nudge to encourage him not to stop moving. “So you can have your moment too and make fun of me in return.”

That sounds fun, though there probably won’t be much fencing involved, which they both know.

Far from James to complain.

He snorts. “Fine,” he says, pointedly. “You menace.”

Thomas gives him a bright smile, launches himself forward to pull him to his chest, and James goes, as happy as he’ll ever be.

#flinthamilton #omg I love! #this is absolutely the sweetest thing ever

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#you unreasonably pretty bastard you #how very dare you sir #toby stephens #james flint

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#wish I was this metal #we stan one (1) legend #james flint #james mcgraw

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my truest love, know no shame

#😍��� this is so sweet i die #flinthamilton #otp: my truest love