Do you hear the people sing, lost in the valley of the night? It is the music of a people who are climbing to the light! For the wretched of the earth, there is a flame that never dies; even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise!
It’s my first fic for the fandom hooray. I was BLOWN AWAY by Black Sails, and I had to write something for these two. Enjoy!
James did not know it could feel this way.
The times he’s been with men in the past were quick, hot,
dirty. In the farthest depths in the farthest back part of the ship in the dead
of night, when no one was around or awake to think about what two people were
doing in the dark.
The encounters were dry, painful, sporadic. A hand here,
another there, rubbing this, poking that. Always fast, never slow. James and
whoever he was with couldn’t bear look at each other. When they were done, they
would stalk back to their barracks, and never say another word to each other
the whole time they were deployed.
James thought that’s how it would always be, that that is
what someone like him deserved. If it was immoral, he thought, what right did
he have to have it feel good?
Then he met Thomas.
James felt the air shift after they shared their first laugh
together, he felt the earth move when they kissed the first time. Supple lips
against his, an anchoring, comforting hand at the nape of his neck, guiding
him, teaching him, accepting him.
Accepting James and everything he was, awaiting everything he would be. That
night at the table, a low warmth seeped deep in his belly, rising in his body
to his chest while he defended Thomas. It spread to his arms when he placed his
hands on either side of Thomas’s torso when their lips deepened. This is as far
as the warmth will go, James thought, and that would be enough for him.
But oh, oh, how
wrong he was.
He realized how wrong he was when they were in Thomas’s room
in London, gilded and pristine and quiet, dimly lit by two candles. Both men
already free of their clothes, their hands smoothed their way across each
other’s skin, Thomas’s impossibly soft under James’s hands. His hands, though
they trembled slightly, ran over the other man’s body with a type of reverence
James didn’t know he could express. His eyes fluttered closed when Thomas moved
to sit behind him and run his hands across his back, he couldn’t help but groan
when he felt lips dot along his shoulders and down his spine.
“You have the sky on your back,” Thomas whispered, breath
curling over James’s skin as he spoke.
“What?” James whispered, voice ragged.
“Your freckles, they’re like stars. You have millions of
them, all over you,” Thomas said, dotting kisses anywhere he could find.
James chuckled roughly, “I-I believe they’re from my skin
being terribly pale, Thomas,” his ability for dry wit was stunted while Thomas
left more open mouth kisses on his back.
“Nonsense, they are stars, and they are beautiful.” He kept
moving kisses across his back and the back of his neck, moving to kiss the top
of James’s arms while his hand stroked his forearm, making goosebumps rise
along the skin.
“I want nothing more
than to float away in them, and learn every constellation,” murmured Thomas,
moving so his lips met James’s, moaning while it deepened. The red headed man
let himself be pulled back among the plush sheets as Thomas moved so he was on
top of him, legs on either side.
“You’re breathtaking,” whispered Thomas, trailing kisses
down James’s chest, his hands dragging along the place his lips just were.
James closed his eyes, and reveled in the this feeling, a delicate closeness he
never knew was possible. Thomas moaned when he reached James’s hips, the strong
muscle and bone moved under his teeth as he dragged them. He let his lips roam
down James’s strong legs, grateful that the other man moved his legs so his
lips could bless his inner thighs. James groaned and threw his head back.
Oops, it’s Thomas/James/Miranda week! My mid-week offering is a chunk of a WIP, which I’ll hopefully finish before the week is up.
a daughter of good breeding, Miranda had naturally been subjected to the
customary lessons in etiquette, dancing, music, needlework and, of
course, drawing. Her elegant still lives graced many a
relative’s and admirer’s wall, and had drawn enthusiastic praise.
and flower arrangements found a fresh vitality under her critical
eye, coaxed into lilting asymmetry and bursting, obscene displays of
she had charmed an admirer with naught but a coyly presented sketch
of a pair of plums. Thomas had inquired after the state of the man’s
own plum orchard, as he put it, amid peals of delighted laughter.
he feeling inadequate in the face of how thick and juicy you made
them look? Maybe he is missing one of his own,” he had wondered
and borne with good grace the pinch Miranda had administered to his
arm in response. (Then she had proceeded to tell Thomas in detail about
the man’s plums. None had been missing, to be sure.)
human form, however, was her favourite motif. There was a special
indulgence that she lavished upon her subjects; exaggeration poured
with abandon into every stroke. Her sketches of people tended to veer
into caricature with their lively emphasis of all things out of the
ordinary - a large nose, a double chin, a foppish gesture -, and had thus quickly been ruled unfit for display among polite company by her governess. Thomas encouraged her
to keep a rotating selection framed on a dresser in the chamber
connecting their rooms.
was a week into their affair that Miranda first sketched James.
@comtessedebussy (given your unfailing support of this thing, here’s a teaser) @reluming (i did promise i’m working on an ot3 piece!)
I found a big series of Black Sails season 1 promotional videos with a video centered on each character in the series, putting in video the photos we saw in the promotion of the season 1. That is. .. magnificent.
But I NEVER saw these videos before and never saw any gifs or screenshots on Tumblr on these videos … so I wonder if anyone saw them one day … I’m uploading all videos. For now it’s just Eleanor’s.