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Independent multi-muse Black Sails blog penned by Castor/Tori. Canon and canon-divergent. Rules, mun info, and muses are available in the link below.
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Rules and Characters Post! Mun’s name is Castor, but I will answer to Tori as well. I am transmasc and my pronouns are he/they. I’m pushing
“Looks like we’ve got another storm coming…” Flint muttered as he looked up at the darkening sky in the distance. “We should probably get home soon, then.” He downed the drink in his hand, then grinned. “Try not to injure yourself tripping over a branch this time, hm?”
It seemed they were on land much more these days, settling disputes between the islanders, being more political than pirates, but damn. Piracy was political. However Charles loved the freedom of the sea. At the same time, he loved being wherever Flint was. He’d been thinking about that a lot lately.
They were always together. Whenever someone mentioned Captain Flint, Captain Vane came with and vice versa. Both men were formidable in different ways. Flint was cunning, Charles was brutal. As a pair, you just didn’t cross them. It was a match made in heaven.
Yet for Charles, it was all about love. Even as James picked on him sweetly, he thought about how much he loved him. How much he fucking adored him. Sure, he was guilty of wearing his heart on his sleeve, but this wasn’t it. James had his heart completely. He owned it.
Charles smirked a little, glancing off to the skies far away, before finally speaking in that forever growling tone of his. “ Guess you’ll just have to look after me then on the way back. “ He grabbed his mug, took another drink then sat it down and slowly set his blue eyes on his. Fuck. “ Fuck, James.. you’re so god damn beautiful. “ He had to say it. With his hair tied back, but a few strands loose, and some red in his cheeks from the booze. Flint was everything.
“ Look, Flint! “ Charles points to the tv screen on their daughter’s farm in the Fae Farm video game. “ We named the cow thing with horns after you since you’re so bull headed. “ Be grinned a shit eating grin.
”Hm?” Flint looked up from the mess of Legos spread out all over the floor in front of him and JJ. He watched the screen for a moment, curious, but then turned to glare at Charles when he told him the name of the cow and why. Charlotte erupted into a fit of giggles, leaning against her father.
“Daddy?” JJ tapped his shoulder. “What does bullheaded mean?” He looked at him with innocent and curious eyes.
Flint tore his gaze away from Charles and looked at their son, his eyes softening. “Uh, it means I have a strong head.” He quickly lied, tapping the top of his head. “It’s tough. See?” He knocked his knuckles against it, then leaned down so JJ could do it.
“Oh.” He giggled, knocking his dad’s head. “Daddy, so I have a strong head, too? Am I bullheaded?”
Flint snorted out a chuckle. “Hm, why don’t we ask your father.” He then looked at his husband with a smirk. @fornassau
Charlotte giggled and Charles tightened an arm around her. She may have been older now, but she still liked hanging out with her old man and for that he was grateful. He knew he soon might lose her to her teenage years, and he wanted all the time he could get with her as his baby girl.
He watched the exchange between husband and son. They were so fucking cute, he thought. JJ looked just like his daddy and was the sweetest little boy. He knew he’d grow up to be a lady.. or Mankiller just like his father. That thought, made him smile as he’d zoned out for a bit.
Then he asked the question, and Charles rolled his eyes playfully. “ Don’t listen to daddy. Bullheaded means stubborn, JJ. Sometimes your daddy is immovable on certain things. “ Charles smirked at Flint, then stood up from the couch as Charlotte kept playing, happily enjoying her new game. He moved to where JJ was, bending down to give his head a kiss. “ You’re bullheaded when it comes to Legos. “ He teased softly with a grin, moving to kneel behind his husband, hugging him from behind, resting his arms around his neck and chest. “ But you’re both my boys and I love you both to the moon and back. “
”Christ, Charles. What the fuck did you do to your knee?”
“ Well, James, I just got so excited to suck your fucking cock and I rushed to my knees so quick — I fucking fell, you idiot!! What the fuck’s it look like?! “ Charles shouted angrily as he sat on the ground, his knee dripping with blood, letting out the softest of whines now that the frustration and anger at his own stupidity got out, albeit at Flint. “ Owww.. “
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Flint shot him a glare at his not-so-polite answer. "Excuse the fuck out of me for asking, Charles." He shot back, his own anger flaring. "Wouldn't surprise me considering how often you're on your knees for me." He couldn't help himself with that one. Charles deserved it after the way he responded to him. Asshole. After a moment, both men seemed to calm down. "Sit there." He gestured to the seat before leaving to fetch a washcloth and a bowl of water. "How'd you fall, Charles? You're not exactly clumsy." He said as he returned with the materials in hand, waiting for Charles to get comfortable.
Charles couldn’t help but be snippy, just because he was in a lot of pain. He could take the worst punches, a shot to the gut, a stabbing even, but a scraped knee burned like fire. Blood was dripping down his leg as he’d really done a number on it, having fallen out front of their home.
However, he did laugh a little at the comeback, and that helped calm him down. He watched him walk away and when he came back, he managed to get himself to his feet and drag himself to the nearest chair off their porch.
“ That big gale last night blew debris everywhere. “ He’d wince and hiss as soon as James touched the bleeding wound. “ Was cleaning up the branches. Piece of it must’ve broken off one, I didn’t see the fucker and I fell — fuck.. “ In their time men could die from wounds like this from infection alone. “ Twisted my other foot up too. “ He frowned, looking down, practically ashamed something so stupid could’ve happened to him. “ I’m a fuckin’ idiot. “
"Keep still." Flint demanded when he hissed and flinched, gently grabbing the back of his leg with one hand while the other cupped water and poured it onto the wound to help wash the blood off. "You didn't see the large branch in front of you?" He asked, quirking a brow. "Charles Vane, one of the most fearsome and strongest pirates in all the seas. Survivor of even the most deadliest of storms whilst on the sea and victor of some hundreds of fights... taken out by a tree branch." He couldn't help but tease him, chuckling. He scoffed when Charles hung his head in shame, now wiping the wound itself. "You're not an idiot, Charles. Shit happens. At least you've never cut yourself on your own blade. There are many that have done that." He reminded him, a certain blond Captain they knew one of them. "The gale was no joke. I saw the damage, all the debris. At least it was only this and nothing more."
” It hurts. “ Charles hissed softly with a pout, but he tried his best to stay still. Flint knew how dangerous open wounds could be, and both men had plenty of them in the past. But then he rolled his eyes when he talked about the tree branch and teased him. He was trying to distract him, he knew, and it was working.
“ I didn’t trip over a branch, James. “ He huffed with a pout. “ One of the nodules, the joint of the branch had broken off, was small enough that I didn’t see it and — timberrrr.. “ He growled sexily with his voice without even trying on the last word, wincing as he continued to clean the blood off. He nodded about the storm, and pointed to a huge branch that was now a good ways from the home. “ See that? We got lucky. Damn thing nearly went through the window. “
"Does it? I couldn't tell." He retorted with a roll of his eyes. He wasn't trying to dismiss Charles's pain. He'd never do that, but he was simply trying to distract him. To keep him on focused on something other than his painful wound. Whether it was laughing or being annoyed, as long as it allowed Flint to clean Charles's wound as quickly as possible, that's all that mattered. Though, when he growled out that word, Flint paused and gave him a look. "Don't do that..." He muttered in warning, clearing his throat as he returned to the wound. "Now's not the time for that." He really didn't needed to be aroused right now. So he went back to cleaning it, at first gentle, but then he started to apply a little bit more pressure. He needed it clean, after all.
He then looked when Charles pointed out the window, nodding. "We did. And hopefully we'll be lucky tonight. Another storm on the horizon heading in our direction." He then looked up at him. "Try not to hurt yourself tomorrow, too, hm?"
Charles scoffed at his words. “ You’re so damn stubborn you’d try to walk this off and act like it didn’t hurt. “ He smirked softly. “ That, or just scream fuck over and over. “
“ What do you mea—FUCK FUCK!!! “ Charles cursed and shouted as he got a bit more intense with his wound cleaning, which was a good thing, but didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell. “ Christ, Flint I think you’re enjoying this!! “ Again, without realizing, he was using his grumbly voice to growl sexily.
"Yeah, and your point?" Flint asked with a grin, not denying that he'd do one of those two things. Or even both. He'd scream fuck over and over and then walk off after getting it out. Though he could argue he would've been more careful, just to piss Charles off, but he decided against it. For now. Though when he screamed, Flint's grin grew a little wider. "Now you're sounding like me. Isn't that what you said I'd do?" He asked, knowing he was being a little shit, but it was distracting him, at least, wasn't it? He laughed. "Maybe a little. But you can't deny that you wouldn't feel the same way if it were reversed," he chuckled, rinsing it once more before applying the salve and once finished, he pulled back. "There." He grunted, standing. "Try to avoid anymore fallen trees, hm?"
Charles glared angrily when he said he sounded like him, knowing damn well he did, but fuck, it stung!! “ I swear you’re not even being gentle. “ He grumbled unpleasantly, wincing again as Flint continued to take care of the painful wound. It was only when it was applied did some of the pain go away, but thankfully he had a bit of mota and opium inside, which he damn sure planned on taking. “ Maybe. “ He cast him a devilish smirk as James rose to tower above him, and this of course was a nice distraction as well, since his pirate partner cut such a handsome figure. But he remained on the ground still, looking up with a pout. “ You’ve gotta kiss to make it better to. It won’t heal if you don’t. “ Obviously the imp wanted a kiss on the lips, keeping his pathetic pout and widening his eyes like a sad child.
"You can't always be gentle with a wound, Charles. Not if you want it appropriately cleaned." And he knew that, Flint was sure. Sometimes to effectively clean and disinfect a wound, a little bit of roughness was needed, but maybe some of this was Flint being a little shit. It's just how he was sometimes. And Charles, too. He certainly wasn't innocent. But at least the pain seemed to have subsided now thanks to the ointment he applied to the wound. And yet...
Flint rolled his eyes at Charles's pout. "It won't? Huh. That defeats of the purpose of the ointment then, doesn't it? Perhaps I should wipe it off." He threatened, though obviously an empty one. "Fine. If you insist." But instead of kissing him, he lowered himself to the ground and pressed a gentle kiss just next to his wound. After all, he did say to kiss "it". Not him, not his lips. So then he pulled back and grinned up at him. "There. Better?"
Charles walked right into this one. He’d only said he had to kiss to make it better, he hadn’t used the word it as a tactic to get James to kiss him, but the fucker dodged the lips anyway. He should’ve said, you have to kiss my lips to make it better. All the playfulness though helped distract him from the pain of the wound.
” That’s not what I meant and you know it!! “ He’d smiled though when he gave his wound a kiss. He loved this man more than anything. Flint could put up with his antics. Again he pouted, but he decided to use his gravely voice to his advantage. He reached across to him and latched his hand into his vest, tugging him forward. Eyes traveled to his lips, and then back up to his eyes, speaking in that sultry tone. “ Kiss me proper, James. “ He used his first name as a weapon.
”Christ, Charles. What the fuck did you do to your knee?”
“ Well, James, I just got so excited to suck your fucking cock and I rushed to my knees so quick — I fucking fell, you idiot!! What the fuck’s it look like?! “ Charles shouted angrily as he sat on the ground, his knee dripping with blood, letting out the softest of whines now that the frustration and anger at his own stupidity got out, albeit at Flint. “ Owww.. “
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Flint shot him a glare at his not-so-polite answer. "Excuse the fuck out of me for asking, Charles." He shot back, his own anger flaring. "Wouldn't surprise me considering how often you're on your knees for me." He couldn't help himself with that one. Charles deserved it after the way he responded to him. Asshole. After a moment, both men seemed to calm down. "Sit there." He gestured to the seat before leaving to fetch a washcloth and a bowl of water. "How'd you fall, Charles? You're not exactly clumsy." He said as he returned with the materials in hand, waiting for Charles to get comfortable.
Charles couldn’t help but be snippy, just because he was in a lot of pain. He could take the worst punches, a shot to the gut, a stabbing even, but a scraped knee burned like fire. Blood was dripping down his leg as he’d really done a number on it, having fallen out front of their home.
However, he did laugh a little at the comeback, and that helped calm him down. He watched him walk away and when he came back, he managed to get himself to his feet and drag himself to the nearest chair off their porch.
“ That big gale last night blew debris everywhere. “ He’d wince and hiss as soon as James touched the bleeding wound. “ Was cleaning up the branches. Piece of it must’ve broken off one, I didn’t see the fucker and I fell — fuck.. “ In their time men could die from wounds like this from infection alone. “ Twisted my other foot up too. “ He frowned, looking down, practically ashamed something so stupid could’ve happened to him. “ I’m a fuckin’ idiot. “
"Keep still." Flint demanded when he hissed and flinched, gently grabbing the back of his leg with one hand while the other cupped water and poured it onto the wound to help wash the blood off. "You didn't see the large branch in front of you?" He asked, quirking a brow. "Charles Vane, one of the most fearsome and strongest pirates in all the seas. Survivor of even the most deadliest of storms whilst on the sea and victor of some hundreds of fights... taken out by a tree branch." He couldn't help but tease him, chuckling. He scoffed when Charles hung his head in shame, now wiping the wound itself. "You're not an idiot, Charles. Shit happens. At least you've never cut yourself on your own blade. There are many that have done that." He reminded him, a certain blond Captain they knew one of them. "The gale was no joke. I saw the damage, all the debris. At least it was only this and nothing more."
” It hurts. “ Charles hissed softly with a pout, but he tried his best to stay still. Flint knew how dangerous open wounds could be, and both men had plenty of them in the past. But then he rolled his eyes when he talked about the tree branch and teased him. He was trying to distract him, he knew, and it was working.
“ I didn’t trip over a branch, James. “ He huffed with a pout. “ One of the nodules, the joint of the branch had broken off, was small enough that I didn’t see it and — timberrrr.. “ He growled sexily with his voice without even trying on the last word, wincing as he continued to clean the blood off. He nodded about the storm, and pointed to a huge branch that was now a good ways from the home. “ See that? We got lucky. Damn thing nearly went through the window. “
"Does it? I couldn't tell." He retorted with a roll of his eyes. He wasn't trying to dismiss Charles's pain. He'd never do that, but he was simply trying to distract him. To keep him on focused on something other than his painful wound. Whether it was laughing or being annoyed, as long as it allowed Flint to clean Charles's wound as quickly as possible, that's all that mattered. Though, when he growled out that word, Flint paused and gave him a look. "Don't do that..." He muttered in warning, clearing his throat as he returned to the wound. "Now's not the time for that." He really didn't needed to be aroused right now. So he went back to cleaning it, at first gentle, but then he started to apply a little bit more pressure. He needed it clean, after all.
He then looked when Charles pointed out the window, nodding. "We did. And hopefully we'll be lucky tonight. Another storm on the horizon heading in our direction." He then looked up at him. "Try not to hurt yourself tomorrow, too, hm?"
Charles scoffed at his words. “ You’re so damn stubborn you’d try to walk this off and act like it didn’t hurt. “ He smirked softly. “ That, or just scream fuck over and over. “
“ What do you mea—FUCK FUCK!!! “ Charles cursed and shouted as he got a bit more intense with his wound cleaning, which was a good thing, but didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell. “ Christ, Flint I think you’re enjoying this!! “ Again, without realizing, he was using his grumbly voice to growl sexily.
"Yeah, and your point?" Flint asked with a grin, not denying that he'd do one of those two things. Or even both. He'd scream fuck over and over and then walk off after getting it out. Though he could argue he would've been more careful, just to piss Charles off, but he decided against it. For now. Though when he screamed, Flint's grin grew a little wider. "Now you're sounding like me. Isn't that what you said I'd do?" He asked, knowing he was being a little shit, but it was distracting him, at least, wasn't it? He laughed. "Maybe a little. But you can't deny that you wouldn't feel the same way if it were reversed," he chuckled, rinsing it once more before applying the salve and once finished, he pulled back. "There." He grunted, standing. "Try to avoid anymore fallen trees, hm?"
Charles glared angrily when he said he sounded like him, knowing damn well he did, but fuck, it stung!! “ I swear you’re not even being gentle. “ He grumbled unpleasantly, wincing again as Flint continued to take care of the painful wound. It was only when it was applied did some of the pain go away, but thankfully he had a bit of mota and opium inside, which he damn sure planned on taking. “ Maybe. “ He cast him a devilish smirk as James rose to tower above him, and this of course was a nice distraction as well, since his pirate partner cut such a handsome figure. But he remained on the ground still, looking up with a pout. “ You’ve gotta kiss to make it better to. It won’t heal if you don’t. “ Obviously the imp wanted a kiss on the lips, keeping his pathetic pout and widening his eyes like a sad child.
bloody: for your muse to find my muse covered in blood.
Charles had gone out to hunt with his children. Flint was welcome to come, to join the wolves on a hunt, but as a human he would be slower and possibly a liability when it came to nailing an animal, but he also figured he was a good hunter in his own right as he’d caught the werewolf and his babies. But look at them now! They had become this growing supernatural family, the man who had sworn to kill him, and the werewolf who didn’t like to kill humans, unless it was necessary.
They’d arrived back home, the girls more hyper than ever as they ran up in their wolf forms, but Charles spotted a broken glass door and halted his run, which meant the girls did too. He let out a low, protective growl, and cast a look to his eldest to protect the younger pups as he carefully padded through the glass.
Blood.. broken furniture.. something terrible happened here, quite the fight. He let out a soft whimper as he followed the blood down the hall, and it was there he found James, covered in blood, which had him snarling and quickly shapeshifting back. He was bleeding.. bleeding bad. “ FUCK! FLINT! “ He dashed to his side, and he could only assume what had happened. His former pack had attacked, but he didn’t see bites at the forefront, just so much blood.
“ Oh my god, baby what happened!! “ He scooped him up in his arms, as carefully as he could, getting a glimpse of a gash over his chest, pressing a hand to it. He’d lost so much blood.. so much. “ Baby.. baby speak to me!! “ Oh his eyes burned with tears.
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“Look at this fucking fuck. 45 years old and still looks so goddamn perfect. Asshole. 🧡” @fornassau
Charles laughed. “ Yeah, but I’m your asshole. Your perfect asshole you always get to look at. “ He paused, looking down to his fresh coffee and then back up to him. “ That didn’t come out right, did it? “
Flint burst into laughter at Charles’ response. “No, it didn’t, but you’re not wrong. Double entendre.” He said with a grin, the laughter dying down but he’d let out a chuckle now and the . “But you’re damn right about being perfect and about being mine.” He growled as he moved closer. “And I don’t just get to look at you,” his voice lowered. “I get to touch you, too.” Another growl as he placed his hands on his sides before sliding them up and then over his chest, humming in approval. “Fucking perfect, indeed.”
It was still early morning! He’d blame it on just waking up.. even though it’s now been a bit. Charles was laughing with him at his own entendre, but then Flint got frisky. Oooh, he liked that, and he loved it when he growled. Those hands found his hips, his well defined front and perfect pectorals, and Charles had a hard time keeping ahold of his coffee. He sat his favorite mug down on the kitchen counter.
“ Mm.. you certainly do.. “ He agreed with that deep growling tone of voice, curling his arms up around Flint’s shoulders. Fuck he loved that he was taller, leaning up to press lips to his with a grin. “ Why do you think I stay so perfect? “ Another purr, another little kiss. “ I like being healthy, and I know how much you love it. “ He took a little nip of his lips, then leaned back to tempt him. “ I’m your sexy husband, and you’re my sexy daddy. “ It was now his turn to drop his hands, run them over Flint’s chest, and then over his stomach adoringly. “ You get hotter everyday.”
“Look at this fucking fuck. 45 years old and still looks so goddamn perfect. Asshole. 🧡” @fornassau
Charles laughed. “ Yeah, but I’m your asshole. Your perfect asshole you always get to look at. “ He paused, looking down to his fresh coffee and then back up to him. “ That didn’t come out right, did it? “
GENERAL MEMES: Vampire/Immortal Themed 🩸🦇🌹
↳ Please feel free to tweak them.
Themes: violence, death, blood, murder, depression/negative thoughts
SYMBOLS: ↳ Use “↪”to reverse the characters where applicable!
🦇 - To catch my muse transforming into a bat 🌞 - To warn my muse about/see my muse in the sunlight. 🩸 - To witness my muse drinking blood from a bag. 🐇 - To witness To catch my muse drinking blood from an animal. 🧔🏽 - To witness To catch my muse drinking blood from a human. 🦌 - For our muses hunt together for the first time. 🏃🏿♀️ - To see my muse using super speed. 🏋🏼♂️ - To see my muse using their super strength. 🧛🏻♂️ - To confront my muse about being a vampire. 🌕 - For my muse to lament missing the sun. ⏰ - For my muse to tell yours about a story from their long, immortal life. 🤛🏽 - To offer my muse your wrist to drink from. 👩🏿 - For my muse to reminisce about a long lost love. 👩🏽🤝👩🏽 - For your muse to look exactly like my muse’s lost love. 👄 - For my muse to bite yours. 👀 - For my muse to glamour/compel yours. 🧄 - To try and sneakily feed my muse garlic to test if they’re a vampire. 🔗 - To try and apprehend my muse with silver chains. 🔪 - To try and attack my muse with a wooden stake. 👤 - To notice that my muse doesn’t have a reflection. 🌹 - For my muse to turn yours into a vampire. 🌚 - For my muse and yours to spend time together during the night. 🧛🏼♀️ - For my muse to tell yours about their maker/sire.
SENTENCES:
“I’ve been alive for a long time [ name ], I can handle myself.” “I’m over a thousand years old, you can’t stop me!” “Lots of windows in this place, not exactly the greatest place for a vampire.” “Do you really drink human blood? Don’t you feel guilty?” “Vampires are predators, [ name ] hunting is just part of our nature, you can’t change that.” “You just killed that person! You’re a monster!” “Tomorrow at dawn, you’ll meet the sun [ name ].” “Can you make me like you?” “Do you really want to live forever?” “You say you want to live forever, [ name ], but forever is a long time, longer than you can imagine.” “What was it like to live through [ historic event / time period ]?” “Did people really dress like that when you were young?” “What were you like when you were human?” “We’re vampires, [ name ], we have no soul to save, and I don’t care.” “How many people have you killed? You can tell me, I can handle it.” “Did you meet [ historic figure ]?” “Everyone dies in the end, what does it matter if I… speed it along.” “Every time we feed that person is someone’s mother, brother, sister, husband. You better start getting used to that if you want to survive this life.” “[ she is / he is / they are ] the strongest vampire anyone has heard of, no one knows how to stop them, and if you try you’re going to get yourselves killed.” “Vampire hunters are everywhere in this city, you need to watch your back.” “Humans will never understand the bond a vampire has with [ his / her / their ] maker, it’s a bond like no other.” “Here, have this ring, it will protect you from the sunlight.” “I get you’re an immortal creature of the night and all that, but do you have to be such a downer about it?” “In my [ centuries / decades / millennia ] of living, do you really think no one has tried to kill me before?” “Vampires aren’t weakened by garlic, that’s a myth.” “I used to be a lot worse than I was now, [ name ], I’ve had time to mellow, to become used to what I am. I’m ashamed of the monster I was.” “The worst part of living forever is watching everyone you love die, while you stay frozen, still, constant.” “I’ve lived so long I don’t feel anything any more.” “Are there more people like you? How many?” “Life has never been fair, [ name ], why would start being fair now you’re immortal?” “You want to be young forever? Knock yourself out, I just hope you understand what you’re giving up.” “You never told me who turned you into a vampire. Who were they? Why did they do it?” “I could spend an eternity with you and never get bored.” “Do you really sleep in coffins?” “There are worse things for a vampire than death, of that I can assure you [ name ].” “You need to feed, it’s been days. You can drink from me, I can tell you’re hungry.” “The process of becoming a vampire is risky, [ name ], you could die, and I don’t know if I could forgive myself for killing you.” “I’m a vampire, I can hold a grudge for a long time, so believe me when I say I will never forgive this. Never.” “You were human once! How can you have no empathy?” “You don't have to kill to be a vampire, but what would be the fun in that.” “You can spend your first years of immortality doing whatever you want to whoever you want, but when you come back to your senses, it’ll hit you harder than anything you’ve felt before.” “One day, [ name ], everything you’ve done is going to catch up to you, and you’re never going to forgive yourself.” “Stop kidding yourself, [ name ], you’re a vampire, a killer, a predator. You might as well embrace it now because you can’t keep this up forever.” “You can’t [ compel / glamour ] me, I have something to protect me.” “When you’ve lived as long as me, there’s not much more in life you can do.” “You want me to turn you? You don’t know what you’re asking me to do.” “You really have to stop hissing like that, it’s getting on my nerves.” “I’m going to drive this stake through your heart, [ name ], and I’m going to enjoy it.”
✎ vampire inspired action prompts. feel free to reverse if necessary.
bloody: for your muse to find my muse covered in blood.
feed: for my muse to offer up their neck/wrist for your muse to feed from.
bloodlust: for my muse to attack your muse to drink from them.
intimacy: in a heated moment, my muse bites your muse's neck.
injured: your muse finds my muse injured after a vampire hunter finds them.
turned: my muse turns your muse into a vampire.
sunlight: my muse accidentally steps into sunlight and your muse finds them.
coffin: your muse and mine share a coffin together.
reveal: your muse reveals to my muse that they are a vampire.
caught: your muse catches my muse feeding from an animal or person.
realise: your muse realises my muse is a vampire.
beg: your muse begs my muse to turn them into a vampire.
hunted: my muse is a vampire and your muse is a vampire hunter who's after them.
entranced: my muse hypnotises your muse to forget they learned they are a vampire.
threaten: your muse threatens to stake / toss my muse into the sunlight.
bat: my muse gets stuck in their bat form and your muse has to babysit them (whether they know it's your muse or not.)
hurt: your vampire muse finds my human muse after they've been injured in some way and notices their blood.
dress up: your muse helps my muse get ready by doing their hair/makeup since they cannot see themselves in the mirror.
messy: your muse catches my muse cleaning up after a kill.
washing: your muse helps my muse wash the blood from their clothes after a messy kill.
confuse: my muse tells your muse their true age / details about the life they've lived purely to confuse them.
kiss: my muse's fangs accidentally cut your muse's lip while they're making out.
noticed: my muse notices your muse's fangs.
prey: my muse is out hunting for blood and they come across your human muse.
”Christ, Charles. What the fuck did you do to your knee?”
“ Well, James, I just got so excited to suck your fucking cock and I rushed to my knees so quick — I fucking fell, you idiot!! What the fuck’s it look like?! “ Charles shouted angrily as he sat on the ground, his knee dripping with blood, letting out the softest of whines now that the frustration and anger at his own stupidity got out, albeit at Flint. “ Owww.. “
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Flint shot him a glare at his not-so-polite answer. "Excuse the fuck out of me for asking, Charles." He shot back, his own anger flaring. "Wouldn't surprise me considering how often you're on your knees for me." He couldn't help himself with that one. Charles deserved it after the way he responded to him. Asshole. After a moment, both men seemed to calm down. "Sit there." He gestured to the seat before leaving to fetch a washcloth and a bowl of water. "How'd you fall, Charles? You're not exactly clumsy." He said as he returned with the materials in hand, waiting for Charles to get comfortable.
Charles couldn’t help but be snippy, just because he was in a lot of pain. He could take the worst punches, a shot to the gut, a stabbing even, but a scraped knee burned like fire. Blood was dripping down his leg as he’d really done a number on it, having fallen out front of their home.
However, he did laugh a little at the comeback, and that helped calm him down. He watched him walk away and when he came back, he managed to get himself to his feet and drag himself to the nearest chair off their porch.
“ That big gale last night blew debris everywhere. “ He’d wince and hiss as soon as James touched the bleeding wound. “ Was cleaning up the branches. Piece of it must’ve broken off one, I didn’t see the fucker and I fell — fuck.. “ In their time men could die from wounds like this from infection alone. “ Twisted my other foot up too. “ He frowned, looking down, practically ashamed something so stupid could’ve happened to him. “ I’m a fuckin’ idiot. “
"Keep still." Flint demanded when he hissed and flinched, gently grabbing the back of his leg with one hand while the other cupped water and poured it onto the wound to help wash the blood off. "You didn't see the large branch in front of you?" He asked, quirking a brow. "Charles Vane, one of the most fearsome and strongest pirates in all the seas. Survivor of even the most deadliest of storms whilst on the sea and victor of some hundreds of fights... taken out by a tree branch." He couldn't help but tease him, chuckling. He scoffed when Charles hung his head in shame, now wiping the wound itself. "You're not an idiot, Charles. Shit happens. At least you've never cut yourself on your own blade. There are many that have done that." He reminded him, a certain blond Captain they knew one of them. "The gale was no joke. I saw the damage, all the debris. At least it was only this and nothing more."
” It hurts. “ Charles hissed softly with a pout, but he tried his best to stay still. Flint knew how dangerous open wounds could be, and both men had plenty of them in the past. But then he rolled his eyes when he talked about the tree branch and teased him. He was trying to distract him, he knew, and it was working.
“ I didn’t trip over a branch, James. “ He huffed with a pout. “ One of the nodules, the joint of the branch had broken off, was small enough that I didn’t see it and — timberrrr.. “ He growled sexily with his voice without even trying on the last word, wincing as he continued to clean the blood off. He nodded about the storm, and pointed to a huge branch that was now a good ways from the home. “ See that? We got lucky. Damn thing nearly went through the window. “
"Does it? I couldn't tell." He retorted with a roll of his eyes. He wasn't trying to dismiss Charles's pain. He'd never do that, but he was simply trying to distract him. To keep him on focused on something other than his painful wound. Whether it was laughing or being annoyed, as long as it allowed Flint to clean Charles's wound as quickly as possible, that's all that mattered. Though, when he growled out that word, Flint paused and gave him a look. "Don't do that..." He muttered in warning, clearing his throat as he returned to the wound. "Now's not the time for that." He really didn't needed to be aroused right now. So he went back to cleaning it, at first gentle, but then he started to apply a little bit more pressure. He needed it clean, after all.
He then looked when Charles pointed out the window, nodding. "We did. And hopefully we'll be lucky tonight. Another storm on the horizon heading in our direction." He then looked up at him. "Try not to hurt yourself tomorrow, too, hm?"
Charles scoffed at his words. “ You’re so damn stubborn you’d try to walk this off and act like it didn’t hurt. “ He smirked softly. “ That, or just scream fuck over and over. “
“ What do you mea—FUCK FUCK!!! “ Charles cursed and shouted as he got a bit more intense with his wound cleaning, which was a good thing, but didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell. “ Christ, Flint I think you’re enjoying this!! “ Again, without realizing, he was using his grumbly voice to growl sexily.
”Christ, Charles. What the fuck did you do to your knee?”
“ Well, James, I just got so excited to suck your fucking cock and I rushed to my knees so quick — I fucking fell, you idiot!! What the fuck’s it look like?! “ Charles shouted angrily as he sat on the ground, his knee dripping with blood, letting out the softest of whines now that the frustration and anger at his own stupidity got out, albeit at Flint. “ Owww.. “
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Flint shot him a glare at his not-so-polite answer. "Excuse the fuck out of me for asking, Charles." He shot back, his own anger flaring. "Wouldn't surprise me considering how often you're on your knees for me." He couldn't help himself with that one. Charles deserved it after the way he responded to him. Asshole. After a moment, both men seemed to calm down. "Sit there." He gestured to the seat before leaving to fetch a washcloth and a bowl of water. "How'd you fall, Charles? You're not exactly clumsy." He said as he returned with the materials in hand, waiting for Charles to get comfortable.
Charles couldn’t help but be snippy, just because he was in a lot of pain. He could take the worst punches, a shot to the gut, a stabbing even, but a scraped knee burned like fire. Blood was dripping down his leg as he’d really done a number on it, having fallen out front of their home.
However, he did laugh a little at the comeback, and that helped calm him down. He watched him walk away and when he came back, he managed to get himself to his feet and drag himself to the nearest chair off their porch.
“ That big gale last night blew debris everywhere. “ He’d wince and hiss as soon as James touched the bleeding wound. “ Was cleaning up the branches. Piece of it must’ve broken off one, I didn’t see the fucker and I fell — fuck.. “ In their time men could die from wounds like this from infection alone. “ Twisted my other foot up too. “ He frowned, looking down, practically ashamed something so stupid could’ve happened to him. “ I’m a fuckin’ idiot. “
"Keep still." Flint demanded when he hissed and flinched, gently grabbing the back of his leg with one hand while the other cupped water and poured it onto the wound to help wash the blood off. "You didn't see the large branch in front of you?" He asked, quirking a brow. "Charles Vane, one of the most fearsome and strongest pirates in all the seas. Survivor of even the most deadliest of storms whilst on the sea and victor of some hundreds of fights... taken out by a tree branch." He couldn't help but tease him, chuckling. He scoffed when Charles hung his head in shame, now wiping the wound itself. "You're not an idiot, Charles. Shit happens. At least you've never cut yourself on your own blade. There are many that have done that." He reminded him, a certain blond Captain they knew one of them. "The gale was no joke. I saw the damage, all the debris. At least it was only this and nothing more."
” It hurts. “ Charles hissed softly with a pout, but he tried his best to stay still. Flint knew how dangerous open wounds could be, and both men had plenty of them in the past. But then he rolled his eyes when he talked about the tree branch and teased him. He was trying to distract him, he knew, and it was working.
“ I didn’t trip over a branch, James. “ He huffed with a pout. “ One of the nodules, the joint of the branch had broken off, was small enough that I didn’t see it and — timberrrr.. “ He growled sexily with his voice without even trying on the last word, wincing as he continued to clean the blood off. He nodded about the storm, and pointed to a huge branch that was now a good ways from the home. “ See that? We got lucky. Damn thing nearly went through the window. “
”Christ, Charles. What the fuck did you do to your knee?”
“ Well, James, I just got so excited to suck your fucking cock and I rushed to my knees so quick — I fucking fell, you idiot!! What the fuck’s it look like?! “ Charles shouted angrily as he sat on the ground, his knee dripping with blood, letting out the softest of whines now that the frustration and anger at his own stupidity got out, albeit at Flint. “ Owww.. “
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Flint shot him a glare at his not-so-polite answer. "Excuse the fuck out of me for asking, Charles." He shot back, his own anger flaring. "Wouldn't surprise me considering how often you're on your knees for me." He couldn't help himself with that one. Charles deserved it after the way he responded to him. Asshole. After a moment, both men seemed to calm down. "Sit there." He gestured to the seat before leaving to fetch a washcloth and a bowl of water. "How'd you fall, Charles? You're not exactly clumsy." He said as he returned with the materials in hand, waiting for Charles to get comfortable.
Charles couldn’t help but be snippy, just because he was in a lot of pain. He could take the worst punches, a shot to the gut, a stabbing even, but a scraped knee burned like fire. Blood was dripping down his leg as he’d really done a number on it, having fallen out front of their home.
However, he did laugh a little at the comeback, and that helped calm him down. He watched him walk away and when he came back, he managed to get himself to his feet and drag himself to the nearest chair off their porch.
“ That big gale last night blew debris everywhere. “ He’d wince and hiss as soon as James touched the bleeding wound. “ Was cleaning up the branches. Piece of it must’ve broken off one, I didn’t see the fucker and I fell — fuck.. “ In their time men could die from wounds like this from infection alone. “ Twisted my other foot up too. “ He frowned, looking down, practically ashamed something so stupid could’ve happened to him. “ I’m a fuckin’ idiot. “
”Christ, Charles. What the fuck did you do to your knee?”
“ Well, James, I just got so excited to suck your fucking cock and I rushed to my knees so quick — I fucking fell, you idiot!! What the fuck’s it look like?! “ Charles shouted angrily as he sat on the ground, his knee dripping with blood, letting out the softest of whines now that the frustration and anger at his own stupidity got out, albeit at Flint. “ Owww.. “
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Flint had been on The Walrus as it sat in port in Tortuga. The Ranger was next to her, as so often now the ships were always seen in pairs, both captains wandering ship to ship. They’d had a bit of business to do, needed to stock up on supplies, and the crews deserved a bit of a partying break as well. It was always good to keep the crew in good spirits.
However, James had been going over charts.. or letters or.. Charles didn’t even fucking know, but he’d gone into town, seen briefly a bit of goods and wares for sale, wanting Flint to maybe take a break and look around, relax. With the good bit of coin he had on him, he’d found one of the many spots on this island where he could get some fresh roast pork, one of his favorites. At another place, he fetched some fresh cheese; not a speck of mold there and it smelled so good! Some bread here, ah and some fresh mangos. A perfect little lunch for two, for the man he loved most. Who knew Charles could be a royal sweetheart? James did. He might’ve been known for his brutality, but he had a huge heart.
So with everything wrapped up tight in a cloth, and maybe the best find, a decent bottle of wine, he headed back to the ship. Fuck, he was proper wife right now, even though they weren’t exactly “married” in any way. James was his and that was what mattered. He’d come aboard, and now he tapped his fingers gently on the door to his Captain’s cabin and office, seeing him toil away. He sighed softly, but then smiled gently, raising the bag and announcing his presence with that deep purr. “ Thought I’d bring you some dinner, love. “
"Sure you don't need anything, Captain?" One of Flint's men asked after having brought him some more rum, to which Flint responded with a shake of his head.
"I'm good, thanks. Shut the door on your way out, please." He stated without even looking up at him, his eyes trained on the several papers spread about on his desk. At least he said please and thank you, right? So he wasn't a complete ass, though some thought that no matter what. Not that he cared. He didn't give a fuck what people thought of him, really. A good man, a monster, a hero, a villain. They were all villains in their line of work. They were all monsters. Especially him.
He poured the rum into his glass and brought it to his lips for a drink, eyes reading over the charts and letters while writing or drawing something here or there. He had their next destination figured out whenever they were ready to set out, but both crew needed a bit of a break, as well as a restocking, thus why they were here at Tortuga. But being the work-a-holic that he was, he decided to remain in his Captain's quarters working.
Charles Vane, however, decided to head into the port and have a look around and though he didn't join him immediately, he promised he would a little later. He just wanted to get as much of this finished as he could, and so, he stayed behind and worked. Though a couple of hours later - or was it several? - in came Charles Vane and his voice was enough to pull Flint's attention from the papers. Only he could manage such a thing from the Captain. Only he was special enough. He looked at the bag in his hand when he held it up and Flint glanced over at the window in the room. "Dinner already? Is it really that late in the day?" He questioned, then turned back to Charles. "You've been busy." He commented, then grinned. "Though I am surprised that's all you brought back with you," a pause. "I take it they didn't have any porcelain sets worth grabbing?" He teased with a chuckle, stacking the papers into a pile to make room. @fornassau
James Flint, the workhorse. At least Charles was with him now, and sometimes he was able to take him out to have some fun. Like the axe throwing, that was a fun time. Yet here he was still on the ship instead of out enjoying the island, and more importantly, enjoying some time with Charles.
He shrugged his shoulder from the doorway, looking away. “ I’ve seen a few things I like. “ He paused, then looked back at him. “ But someone was supposed to join me in the markets, have a nice walk.. but he stayed indoors all day staring at maps. “ Charles softly chastised. At least he wasn’t aggressive about it.
The pirate walked to his desk and placed the bottle of wine down, along with the cloth bundle, which he unwrapped for him and displayed the feast he’d managed to put together from all the different stalls. “ I got the meat last, so it’s still nice and hot. “
Once everything had been placed down, Charles moved behind him where Flint sat, and moved to wrap his muscular arms around his shoulders and neck, hanging on, his braids falling over his shoulder and chest. He kissed the side of his head. “ You work too hard. “
“ Babe, come quick!! “ Charles was groaning in agony, bent over and holding his back. “ I tried to walk like an Egyptian.. “ Wait for it. He winced. “ I think I need to see a CAIROpractor! “
Flint heard Charles’s agonized call and didn’t hesitate. He hurried down the hall and to the bedroom where he found his husband bent over, holding his back. “The fuck happened, Charles!? Are you okay?” He asked, worry clearing his voice and eyes. Which instantly disappeared when Charles said that. Flint deadpanned. His face going serious, eyes narrowed into a glare. His racing heart slowing. “You fuck.” He cursed. “Next time, I’m ignoring your cry of pain.” And with that, and a very slight grin, he turned and left the room. Bastard. @fornassau
It took everything he had in him not to burst into laughter, and keep the joke strong, especially when he made that face! When he turned and headed down the hall, Charles stood up with a pout. “ Oh come on! That was a good one! “ He laughed, and shouted after him with a whine. “ Jaaames! “
Then came the quick footsteps, the running start as he followed him down the hall and then hopped up onto his back with a bright laugh, a practical gigglefit, holding onto him. “ Jaaames, I’m hurt you have to carry meeeeee. “ Pout.
“Charles?” Flint called, wincing as he shifted in the bed - or whatever the hell he was laying on - the bright light around the room causing the throb in his head to worsen. “What… the fuck happened? Where am I?” (Canon Flane randomness xD )
“ James?! James? “ Charles had forced his way to the back of the ER earlier, and had practically knocked out a cop who tried to stop him. He’d gotten a call. Flint had been in a car accident while Charles had been off at the recording studio. He’d gotten a call from the emergency staff, a clever nurse that had gotten his information from Flint’s phone. He’d been frantic as he’d ran in, but soon enough he’d found his beloved’s little room.
Flint was out cold, and a doctor gave him the details of what happened. James was one lucky son of a bitch. He’d been t-boned, but thankfully he would walk away from this incident, although he’d have to learn to walk again. One of his legs was broken, elevated now and put in a cast. He was hooked to an IV, and Charles was sitting dutifully by his side, softly crying into his hands.
But then he heard his voice and he looked up from his palms. “ Baby? “ He sniffed hard and jumped up immediately, rushing to his side. “ Oh James.. “ He choked up. “ You were in a very serious car accident. “ He frowned, reaching up to gently run his fingers through his hair, considering his head was banged up. He sniffed hard, he’d been softly sobbing. “ Oh my baby.. thank god you’re still with me.. “ He gave his forehead the softest of kisses. It was the first time he thought he might lose him. James had those moment with Charles, but now he knew exactly how it felt.
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