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! 💖
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Once upon a time, there was a pirate Captain whose moods controlled the seas and whose grief over his missing Lord drove him to wreak havoc in the West Indies.
Once upon a time, there was a merperson who saved the pirate Captain from drowning and who longed to be a part of his world. One day he was faced with a terrible decision: to see his Captain bring death and destruction onto the world and himself, or to stop him and reunite him with his missing Lord. The merperson made his choice and disappeared into the sea.
Years after his Happily Ever After, Flint sets out to find answers about Silver guided only by tall tales and a longing in his heart.
Word count: 17,672
Rating: Explicit
Characters: John Silver, James Flint, Thomas Hamilton, Madi
Relationships: Silver/Flint, Flint/Thomas, Silver/Flint/Thomas, Flint & Madi, past Silver/Madi
Selected Tags: Canon Era, Post-Canon Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Storytelling, Little Mermaid Elements, Canon Disabled Character, Merperson Sex, Sharks, Mutual Pining, Celtic Mythology & Folklore
With illustrations by @beltthesea, a wonderful partner, whose beautiful work inspired me through dry spells and writer's block. Thank you so much! <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Black Sails
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Captain Flint | James McGraw/Thomas Hamilton/John Silver
Characters: Captain Flint | James McGraw, John Silver (Treasure Island), Thomas Hamilton
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sequel, but can be read on its own, Polyamory, Bets & Wagers, Butt Plugs, Exhibitionism, Orgasm Control, Teasing, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Ass Play, Fucking Machines, Filming, Cock Cages, Comeplay, Silver in a skirt, Double Penetration in Two Holes, Rimming, Established Relationship, Domestic!kink
Summary:
Silver loses a bet and as a result Thomas gets to play with him for a whole day.
(This is a follow-up fic to When The Loving Starts and The Lights Go Down, but can be read on its own. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17775434)
"You know the answer to that." Thomas says unperturbed, "An entire day."
Silver sighs loudly just to make it known that he has complaints. It’s only fair because he lost the bet and he can’t be happy about that, obviously. Secretly he’s dying to see what Thomas comes up with ever since they made the bet.
He looks at himself in the mirror again. “Sure you don’t want an entire outfit? I’m good with outfits.”
They both know that’s an understatement. Silver has a variety of costumes that he wears for his clients. By contrast, Thomas reflects, the suit he wore to their bachelor party was extremely tame, though very attractive.
“The skirt is more than enough.” Thomas assures him. He takes another sip of coffee, gazing at Silver contentedly.
Written for @fieryfurniss, for the prompt ‘Joy’. <333
You're A Sweet Relief
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“What’s he up to?” Silver asked curiously.
Thomas followed his gaze to where Flint was leaning against the wooden fence chatting to a lad from one of the neighboring farms.
“I have no idea.” Thomas murmured.
He went back to the book he had been reading while Silver resumed shucking the corn he was working at. From time to time both of their gazes occasionally returned to Flint still at the fence, still conversing.
It wasn’t as though the man wasn’t allowed to have secrets. Thomas knew that. They all had them after all. But there was something about the way Flint had been the last week that made him curious now. Silver too, he could tell.
Still, presumably Flint would tell them when he was ready.
They had come to a compromise on the name. Try as he did, Silver had struggled with calling Flint James. Truthfully when Thomas watched them together, he didn’t see James either.
And yet there was still James in this man who slept in the large wooden bed in their small bedroom. The man who had taken to farming with a zest that frankly Thomas was a little alarmed by. The man who read on the porch with him in the evenings. Yes, James was still here.
One year in and here they were together. At times Thomas could scarcely believe it. He looked around the porch, at Silver working quietly beside him, eyes intent on his task. His hair had grown longer, pulled back in an untidy ponytail. Flint too had let his hair return to the length it was when they first met. It suits them both and gave Thomas to hold on to at times.
* * *
He had meant to finish his book but he kept gazing at Silver instead.
“Something fascinating about corn that I don’t know?” Silver murmured, his hands still shucking busily.
“Mmmm.” Thomas said idly. He lifted one of his bare feet to press familiarly into Silver’s thigh. “Not particularly, no.”
Silver gave him a look and Thomas considered abandoning his book altogether for the rest of the afternoon.
Just then he looked up to see Flint leading their one horse up to the porch with their cart attached.
“Going somewhere?” Thomas inquired.
“Yes,” Silver looked up from the corn. “Where’re you going?”
“Where’re we going.” Flint corrected. “Go inside and put on a shirt.” He said this pointedly to Silver.
“I’ve shucked all this corn.” Silver protested. “It’s ready for dinner.” He held up the bowl as proof of his labors.
“The corn can wait.” Flint said firmly. “Put on your shirt and get in the cart.”
Silver went inside, grumbling under his breath, carrying his bowl of corn with him.
“What about me?” Thomas inquired, amused. “Am I acceptable for whatever it is you’re planning?”
“You’re always acceptable.” Flint said, smiling at him. “But actually, you do need to go change as well. Come on.” He made a hurrying gesture and Thomas went, bemused but curious.
* * *
Once they were presentable, Silver got settled into the back of the cart and Flint and Thomas sat up front. This meant that Silver kept asking questions from the back, and occasionally poking both of them in the buttocks when he didn’t get an answer.
As they got closer to the village, the horse’s ears pricked up nervously. Thomas didn’t blame it. There was quite a commotion of noise happening inside the village. Drums, fiddles and tin whistles, along with laughter and song.
Flint drew the cart around along the tiny village green where most of the commotion seemed to be centered. There were other carts there, horses tied to the hitching posts.
“What is all this?” Silver looked around in surprise.
“This.” Flint pulled the horse to a stop and jumped down. “Is the summer festival.” He walked around to the back of the cart and unlatched the back so Silver could slide down. Not before Flint slid his hands around his hips, pulling Silver close to him for a moment. Revenge for all the poking.
“Hmmm.” Silver said, “And what’s the summer festival have to do with us?” He sucked in a breath as Flint’s body pressed against his.
“I thought it would be a nice idea.” Flint said, drawing back. He looked over Silver’s shoulder at Thomas.
* * *
As much Silver had no idea why Flint wanted them to be here, he couldn’t help going along with it. He followed Flint and Thomas over to the green, greeting the few villagers they had gotten to know in their year here.
There was ale and mulled wine, and when the dancing started, Silver caught the longing look Thomas was giving the dancers running to begin.
“Go on.” He nudged Thomas’s shoulder. “Join them.”
“Are you sure?” Thomas asked immediately.
“Yes, go on.” Silver told him, watching as Thomas reached for Flint’s hand, drawing him into the dance.
He settled on a bench with a cup of mulled wine, watching them with amusement.
He’d expected there to be jealousy when he found Flint and Thomas. And instead, there had been a welcome, a contentment, the settling of a familiar rhythm between the three of them. And there underneath that there was a feeling that it had taken Silver nearly this entire year to decipher. He’d never been familiar with it before.
This quiet joy inside him was still so new. He was half afraid it would desert him if he named it. Still, as he watched Thomas and Flint dancing together, he knew sooner or later he would speak it. It was only fair, he thought, that they knew how happy he was to be here with them.
* * *
When the dancing had died down and the afternoon had faded into the dusk of twilight, there was food to be eaten and more wine. The commotion of the earlier part had swayed into a lazy contented lull of feasting and merriment.
“What is this truly about?” Silver asked when they were settled the three of them were settled by one of the fires. One of the village lasses was singing softly as the fiddle players continued their ballads. The first glimpses of stars were present in the soft blue gray of the sky overhead.
He sat between Flint and Thomas, Thomas’s legs pressed against his, Flint leaning forward slightly to feed another branch to the fire.
There was a moment of quiet with only the crackle of the fire and the soft tune melding with the melody of the girl’s voice on the other side of the green.
Silver waited, lazily contented, as Thomas’s hand strayed over his hip and clasped Silver’s in his.
Flint finished with the fire and sat back, looking at him.
“It just so happens to coincide with the night we got you to stay.” Flint said quietly.
Silver stared at him helplessly. “What?”
Flint gave a little shrug. “One year today we’ve all been together. Isn’t that worth celebrating?” He looked from Silver to Thomas and back again. The twilight cast golden purple shadows across his face and Silver felt a stab in his heart, razor sharp and strong. It was as though he had been cut open with his heart exposed for all to see. Simply by Flint offering this.
“You sentimental…” Silver started and then couldn’t even finish the words. Instead he reached up and kissed Flint fiercely, cupping his face with both hands. “I love you.” He whispered into Flint’s beard.
“Good.” Flint said gruffly. “Because I love you too.”
He turned to Thomas, reaching for him, his hand entwining with Thomas’s broad fingers, before drawing Silver’s hand into his other one.
“We’re very fortunate.” Thomas murmured, gazing at their hands. That’s what Flint was thinking, he knew. He knew he was right when Flint leaned in and kissed him.
* * *
Later when the fires had died down and they returned to the cart, starting the journey home. Silver curled up in the back of the cart and fell asleep nearly immediately. Flint held the reins lazily as they made their way along the dirt road.
“How did you manage it?” Thomas asked.
“How’d I manage what?”
“Arranging the festival to fall on today?” Thomas glanced at him. “I knew it was to be sometime this week. I heard one of the lads talking, but the coincidence…”
Flint chuckled in the dark. “I gave the village head one of those casks of wine we had stored. He was very amenable. It was no trouble to make sure the festival happened on a particular day.”
Thomas smiled.
“It mattered.” Flint murmured. “I wanted today to be remembered.” He glanced backward into the cart at the sleeping figure of Silver.
Thomas leaned in and kissed his cheek. “You know this just mean next year he’ll cook something up in return.”
“I look forward to it.” Flint said, straightening up a little as the road curves to the break which led to their little farm.
Next year they would celebrate again. Next year they would all be together still. Next year…It formed a perfect joyous rhythm in Flint’s heart as the cart made its way up the path to their home.
“Is that what you did, to distract yourself from the pain?” Silver’s voice is low, oddly intimate and the distinct feeling of an unfamiliar familiarity intensifies within Thomas’s chest as Thomas realizes what he’s speaking of.
This man, this pirate, knows his past, what happened to him, which means James must have told him. His hands don’t so much as pause as he keeps working. James...no, Flint shared that with Silver, when he's barely spoken of Silver to Thomas.
“Sometimes.”
“Did it work?”
Thomas’s lips smile humorlessly. “Sometimes.” He finishes replacing the bandage. “There, that part’s done. Sit up slowly.”
Thomas glanced at him. It was late, they’re nearly asleep. James already was asleep, yet Silver from the sound of him was still wide awake.
Thomas waited. He was used to Silver taking his time, speaking on matters of importance. For that matter, it had been weeks before Silver had said more than two words to him. And now here they were. He pressed a palm to the mattress, feeling their collective warmth, letting it warm him more.
“Something I held in reserve for when I needed it. I’m not sure I ever truly thought of you as a man, the man from the stories he told me, until I finally saw you. Before that it was just…information, that I knew I would have to use at some point. And the question was, would I use it to motivate Flint forward, a reason to keep fighting this war, or as a reason to stop.”
He turned his head and looked at Thomas. “And I can’t help wondering, now, with all that has passed, what would have happened if I had never told him at all.”
Thomas leaned over and brushed his thumb over Silver’s cheek. “I don’t believe that world exists.”
Silver drew in a slow breath. “I’d like to think you’re right, but…”
It’s clear the doubt still lingered. Thomas caressed his jaw again. “Then think so, and still your mind.” His thumb curved a slow gentle circle along Silver’s skin.
“We’re here.” His other hand pressed flat upon Silver’s chest. “That in itself is no small miracle, But suppose it was fate.”
“I’m not sure if I believe in fate.” Silver told him. “At least I never did before. But now, here, with you and him.” He leaned in and kissed Thomas, letting that slow, yearning steal through Thomas’s veins.
“I think I could possibly be persuaded.”
“Then let me persuade you.” Thomas murmured against his lips. “Let show you that this is where we belong.”
There were a number of possible futures, in Thomas’s estimate. This one was a good one. Call it a miracle, fate, luck, destiny, choice…he intended to make the most of it.
“Do either of you care what I think about the matter?” James’s voice was quiet in the dark.
Thomas and Silver both started, turning towards him. Silver started to pull away and Thomas gripped his shirt.
“I think,” James continued after a moment, “that we are offered choices, and we have to be clear-eyed enough to see them when they’re before us. And that what we do with those choices, is how we decide what manner of fate we have. And luck plays a part in it, true.” It had been luck that he had been Hennessy’s second choice to be the liaison, after the first choice had broken his leg in an accident aboard ship. It had been luck that Gates decided to keep the cook from the ship they had taken. And here they were.
He curled one hand over Thomas’s knee, another along Silver’s lower back. “Now, go to sleep.”
Silver huffed a laugh. “Who can sleep now?”
“I’ll show you.” James told him with a yawn. “You just close your eyes and do it.“
“It’s a little more complicated.” Silver responded, settling down again, still talking. “Especially when you’re snoring.”
“I do not snore.”
Thomas rested on his side watching them, his hand shifting to rest on Silver’s hip. He closed his eyes and fell asleep to the sound of their voices, still conversing in the dark, long after fate had anything to do with it.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 5/5
Fandom: Black Sails
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Captain Flint/John Silver, Captain Flint/Thomas Hamilton
Characters: Captain Flint (Black Sails), John Silver, Thomas Hamilton, Madi Scott
Additional Tags: Reunions, Fix-It, Reunion Sex, Domestic, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Polyamory, Jealousy, Trust Issues, Masturbation, so much crying, Grief/Mourning, Madi x Silver as friendly ex's, hangovers, Emotional Baggage, Emotional confessions, mention of canon typical violence, flirting who's flirting, Threesome - M/M/M, Beach Sex, Happy Ending
Summary:
Thomas comes to the island and Silver finds himself in the position of having to convince Flint that he deserves happiness, even if it's with someone other than himself.
