#james flint x reader

[blahblahwritings]

O Captain, My Captain.

A/N: It sure has been a while. I'm non-binary now. Feel like compared to those fic writers that disappear for years and come back saying 'sorry I was in prison' that coming out as NB isn't all that big. This is a request from anonymous:

'Can you please do a Captain Flint X Reader where he spent the night with the reader on his ship(If you can add smut, that'll be great!! But If you're not comfy with it I understand!! <333) and when he's having a meeting with his crew the reader just woke up and is trying to find him, so she's just wearing a translucent robe and when she opened the door with Flint and His crew she was embarrassed and Flint's crew was all flustered and stuff.

IDK IF THIS MADE ANY SENSE, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! IF YOURE ABLE TO MAKE THIS, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! MWA 💋

I love Captain Flint ;>'

Sorry its so short. I am well out of practice.

Words: 1683

Warnings: Smut. Porn. Lemon. Whatever you want to call it.

His hands were warm, leaving trails of lightning in their wake as they roamed the expanse of your bare skin. He grabbed and pulled at your soft flesh as his tongue swirled around your clit expertly. The sounds he was pulling from you were filth as he moved to tease your entrance with a single digit. Slowly, torturously so, he slid inside your cunt with ease. You groaned and bucked your hips, a wordless demand for more. He chuckled lowly at your impatience and placed soft kisses to the inside of your thighs.

"So needy." He growled, the sound low in his throat. He added another finger, stretching you just a little further as he began pumping them in and out of you. Your breathy moans were music to his ears and his cock twitched at the sound but despite his wavering self-control, he remained focussed on the task at hand. Moving his mouth back to your clit, he sucked the bud into his mouth and gently licked it with small flicks of his wicked tongue. Your back arched as he curled his fingers, stroking that spot inside you just right. For a moment, among all the sensations, your eyes scrunched closed and you swore you could see stars. He didn't stop but he didn't speed up his movements either leaving you just short of that tantalising peak.

"Ple-Please, Captain. I need more. I need-" Before you finished that sentence his pace quickened, knowing exactly what you needed. His tongue firmly lapped at you applying just the right amount of pressure. His fingers curled upwards and thrust in and out at a ruinous pace which your breathing quickly matched. You gasped, a hand coming to grip his hair. Time stood still, the feeling of your climax washing over you in powerful waves. His pace never slowed, his mouth continuing its patterns pushing you deeper into the pleasure. He moaned, the vibrations sending little shockwaves through you. Your back arched and his eyes found yours as you convulsed. The bastard smirked, knowing he was the only one that could bring you to the brink so violently. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he began to slow, bringing you back to reality with gentle touches to your body, the soft flesh tingling with the aftermath. Your eyelids grew heavy as he cleaned you up lazily with his mouth but you wanted to make him feel the way you did. You moved a hand to grab his thick cock as he crawled his way over you.

"You're tired." He blinked at you, eyes much softer than they were before. "You don't have to return the favour." You smiled, appreciating the gesture, but despite your tiredness, if you didn't have him right now you might just explode. Grabbing him tightly, you stroked up and down his length, brushing your thumb over the tip as you squeezed. His eyes rolled back and he sucked a breath in through his teeth as you undid the last of his self-control. The darkness in his eyes pinned you in place, the softness replaced with a charged gaze. "You're sure?" His voice was clipped. A nod from you was all it took as he grabbed your hands roughly and pinned them above you with a single hand, the other gripped your jaw as he kissed you. It was desperate and you could taste yourself on his lips, tongue darting out as you moaned wantonly into his mouth. He lined himself up and slammed into you, filling you up in one thrust. You gasped loudly, throwing your head back at the sudden intrusion. Leaving you no time to process, he started bucking his hips into you, the sound of skin on skin mixing with your whines filling the Captain's quarters. He moved his mouth to your neck to suck bruises into your skin, biting down hard as the speed and harshness of his thrusts increased.

You could feel him letting go of all control, for once letting himself drown in you, not fearing if he would break you. His thrusts became brutal, his cock slamming ruthlessly into just the right spot over and over again. "Touch yourself." He growled into your ear, releasing your hands. You obeyed him, fingers deftly circling your own clit as he watched, sweat beading on his forehead. "Thats it. You take me so well." The praise made waves of hot pleasure run through you as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder pushing him even deeper and you let out an involuntary scream as your vision turned white. A hand came to cover your mouth, muffling the sounds as he fucked you into the bed. You came. Violently. Your whole body shook and you couldn't suck in breath fast enough as his thrusts became sloppy. You dragged your nails down his back. The sight of you coming undone beneath him, the exquisite pain of your scratches, your screams against his palm, all of it brought him over the edge with his own guttural moans. You felt him twitching inside you as you came down from your high. Your breaths were fast and you continued to shake lightly as he pulled out of your still sensitive cunt, falling into the bed beside you. A few moments pass, both of you catching your breath before he pulls you into his chest.

The exhaustion chased away the remaining pulses of your orgasm as you bury your face into his neck. He kisses your forehead and pulls back to look at you, checking to see that you were alright. "Get some sleep. I'm not going anywhere."

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Sounds of the seagulls screeching outside the ship ripped you from your peaceful slumber. You let out a moan as you stretched, your body aching deliciously after last nights events. They came flooding back to you as you smiled blissfully to yourself, rolling over to find… nothing. You awoke alone. The bed was cold meaning he must've left long before you woke. You sat up, the pang of hurt making your chest tight. The cabin was empty. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you stood, quickly realising that the next few days may be a little sore. A white robe hung from one of the hooks near the door and you quickly threw it on to search for your Captain. The crew were on shore leave and shouldn't be back until the early afternoon. So where was he?

Pulling open the door, you tiptoed through the short wooden halls in search of some fruit for breakfast. The smell of the sea mixed with gunpowder as you passed storage barrels and cannons. The ship was empty as expected. Turning a corner, you could hear someone behind the door to the small dining area. Thinking it was Flint, you threw open the door, ready to give him a piece of your mind. Something about leaving a lady in his bed to wake alone and how he should make it up to you in some way. Yes, that would do nicely.

Those thoughts stopped as soon as the door opened. He wasn't alone. The crew were here. All of them.

The heads of every man on the ship turned to look at the intrusion, each of them at the table with their Captain stood at the head. They stared at you and suddenly you were acutely aware of the translucent white robe you had thrown on in a hurry to see him. Billy is the first to avert his eyes, face going bright red. Gates opens his mouth as if to say something but quickly shuts it as he looks between James and you. The air turns hot around you. Or is that your face? Looking into his eyes you quickly slam the door, embarrassed at the thought of those men seeing you almost naked. You hear him grumble something to the crew like 'You act as though you have never seen a woman before' as footsteps approach. You begin to turn and leave, deciding to return to his quarters and pretend that it did not just happen. Maybe if you were quiet and still enough, you would cease to exist, the wooden floors of the ship opening up to eat you whole. Or you could throw yourself off the side and just take a big gulp of the sea-

The door opens and closes, Flint coming to stand beside you. Your cheeks are bright red, your arms trying to cover your body. You look up at him, barely meeting his ocean coloured eyes. He shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around you. Its like a blanket on you because of the size. It is warm and smells just like him bringing some comfort.

"I am SO sorry. I didn't mean to intrude, I didn't think the crew would be back until the afternoon and-" You start babbling, feeling absolutely ridiculous. "Its half past two" He cut you off. You blink up at him. Your brows furrow as you stare at his clothed chest, thoughts flooding your skull. You had slept through the morning. What time HAD you gone to bed? It must've been late by the time you fell asleep. That's why he wasn't there when you woke. He had let you rest. A hand tilts your chin upwards, forcing you to look at him. His eyes look your body up and down, undressing you even though you wore so little. He wets his lips. "There isn't any need to apologise, I think that given the marks on your neck they know who you belong to." He looks away for a moment. "If not, what I'm about to do to you will ensure they get the message." He smirks, eyes returning to bore into your own. Your mouth suddenly runs dry, which is odd given that his words had the complete opposite effect between your thighs. Unable to form words, you simply nodded up at him earning a hungry kiss as he pulled you towards the captains quarters.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"I THINK I DO TOO"

As a neurodivergent person, I have a hard time putting into words my love for the people I love, and sometimes I hate myself for it. I have a hard time saying I love you or giving a hug. I'm not good with words of endearment, and I'm not a big fan of physical contact either. That's why I feel terrible about myself sometimes, for not being able to do the same things that others do, but you know what? It's okay, everything is okay

To my neurodivergent readers (regardless if you belong to the Black Sails fandom or not) YOU ARE VALID, WORTH IT, AND DESERVE TO BE LOVED FOR BEING JUST THE WAY YOU ARE (I'm crying as I write this lol)

I wrote this Captain Flint fic based on these thoughts

POV: You cure Captain Flint wounds

I hope you like it!

Captain Flint limped to your door, his face contorted in pain.

When you opened the door and saw him, you felt your heart sink.

He was so bruised and broken that you wouldn't have recognized him if it weren't for his intense green eyes, which were watching you intently.

"Flint," you said, "what happened to you?"

"It's a long story," he said, gesturing towards the inside of the house. "I didn't know who else to turn to."

You nodded, putting one of his arms around your neck to help him get in. Once inside, you sat him down on one of the chairs and quickly went to put some water on to boil.

You dipped a clean cloth in it and grabbed another chair and sat down in front of him to wipe the blood off his face.

He winced when you passed the cloth over his swollen eyebrow.

"I'm sorry," you murmured. "It must hurt a lot," you said, staring at him. "Are you going to tell me who did this to you?"

-Vane's men -he confessed, holding your gaze- let's say they didn't agree with letting us dock at what was now their dock

-For God's sake -you sighed, shaking your head, you knew Captain Vane, he was a man whose temper got the better of him at times, but you didn't know he could become so violent- I'll talk to Miss Guthrie, this can't happen again

He smiled as you went to wipe the blood off his neck. You looked down, noticing a huge blood stain running through his white shirt where his arm joined his shoulder. You swallowed hard, nervously.

-I have to see that wound -you said, gesturing to his shirt- Can you…?

-Of course - he nodded with a half-smile as he pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall in a messy pile on the floor.

You tried hard not to look at him, but you couldn't help but notice his strong forearms, and how his veins stood out under his skin.

He noticed your scrutiny but didn't say anything, instead he just watched you closely, waiting for your next move.

You noticed the wound on his shoulder, which was nothing more than a simple cut that wasn't too deep, so just like before, you wet the cloth again and cleaned it.

Then you sewed up the wound and put a bandage on it.

-I'm done - you announced taking a step back - How are you feeling?

-Much better than before - he replied making you smile-

-I'm glad to be of use - you said as you turned to pick up the things you had used to heal him-

It was then when you were washing the utensils, when you heard him say:

-I've missed you - he confessed in a low voice-

You felt his gaze on your back, so you turned slowly to focus on him. His green eyes locked with yours with overwhelming intensity.

The dynamic between Captain Flint and you had always been like this: nothing had ever happened between you, but every time you were in the same room, whether alone or accompanied by more people, there was always a kind of electricity that pulsed in the environment, a tension that had been prolonged for all those years.

It was the first time he had said something like that to you, so you froze in place not knowing what to answer.

Your cheeks heated up due to the shyness you felt at that moment when you saw yourself exposed in that way.

Flint watched you intently, the blush on your cheeks only making him want to close the distance between you immediately, but he knew you weren't like that.

You weren't like the other girls on the island.

You never were and you never would be.

If you had been like them, you would have thrown yourself into his arms the moment he appeared at your door.

You were different.

You didn't approach him not because you didn't want to, but because you couldn't do it.

You wanted him to be the one to approach you, and that's exactly what Flint did.

You had never said it out loud, but from several of your actions towards him, the captain knew that was what you wanted.

James knew you would never say it out loud, your shy and embarrassed way of being prevented you from doing so, but he didn't care, it was the small gestures you made that they gave him the clues he needed.

And for him it was enough

Maybe no one noticed it, or they just saw it as normal actions

But he didn't

He knew that your actions, whether big or small, always had a meaning, like that time you left a bottle of his favorite rum on the cot in his room, or when you reserved a table at the bar because you knew that was where he liked to sit.

This time was no different

The act of healing his wounds had meant a lot to you, and he knew it.

He knew that your way of showing your love was through your actions, and not words.

He also knew that physical contact was not your strong suit, so he had always tried to treat you with respect and ask you before making any move so that you wouldn't feel uncomfortable, when in reality all he wanted to do was pull you towards him and kiss you, see you and have you all to himself, let you know how special you were and how much you meant to him.

He kept looking at you. You swallowed hard and dried your hands with another rag before focusing on him.

-It's been a long three weeks - you admitted making him smile, that meant that you had missed him too, even if you didn't say it with those words-

-There were certain moments when I thought I would never set foot on solid ground again - he murmured taking several steps towards you, keeping his distance - I thought I would never see you again

-Your presence here says otherwise - you said laughing nervously, he took another couple of steps - you have a gift for getting out of difficult situations, captain

God, if you only knew how much he liked you to call him that…

The things he had imagined doing to you while you were doing it could be described as anything but ethical

-You're right - he conceded taking a couple more steps - you also have a gift - he said pointing to his shoulder - it's the first time in my entire life that they've put one of these on me

-That's not possible - you murmured seeing how he continued to advance towards you - if you don't cover the wound after cleaning it can… - you paused when he was in front of you, Dangerously close, you tried to move back to create some space, but he moved a little, doing it for you. It was those little details that made him so precious to you- … get infected

-Of course –he smiled, looking at you intently- I'm sure that way it won't get infected

-Sure not –you murmured, observing him nervously-

He held your gaze before lowering it inevitably to your lips. You took a deep breath for a moment.

-Flint?

-Yes?

-Are you going to kiss me? –you asked, making him tilt his head to the side-

-Depends –he murmured- Do you want me to? –he asked cautiously, he didn't want to force you to do anything you wanted-

-Yes –you confessed, he sketched a reassuring smile- although I must tell you that I don't…

-I know –he stopped you affectionately-

-Do you know? - you questioned, he nodded-

-I know - the captain affirmed- Do you trust me?

-With my life - you answered quickly, your anxiety was through the roof at that moment-

He nodded firmly and after observing you for a moment he placed his lips against yours.

You felt an unknown pressure in your lower abdomen, a sensation you had never experienced before.

You closed your eyes and moved your lips against his.

You didn't know if you were doing it right, or if that was the way it was supposed to be done, but the fact that he didn't separate from you made you understand that you weren't doing it as bad as you thought.

He kissed the corner of your lips delicately, before kissing you again on them.

You put your hands behind his neck, tugging at his locks between your fingers. He placed his hands on your hips, despite the layers of clothing you wore you felt his touch as if you weren't wearing any.

You separated in search of air. He rested his forehead on yours for a moment, before focusing on you again.

You were driving him crazy.

Your lips swollen from his kisses and your eyes shining with desire weren't helping him hold back.

Because he knew he had to.

He knew he had to go slow with you, and that was just what he would do.

-It seems that you don't just have a talent for getting out of difficult situations - you murmured, making him smile-

-And you don't just have a talent for healing wounds, darling - he added, looking at you with his intense green eyes- Can I…?

-You can - you affirmed, his smile growing wider-

He stared at you for a few moments, before saying:

-Don't be scared - he warned - but I think I love you

-Don't be scared - you repeated, imitating him - but I think I do too

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Promptober Day 13

“Are you cold?”

Captain Flint x reader

Word Count: 270

The question surprised you, both in its content and in the one who voiced it. Nights on Nassau were rarely ever cold, let alone in the dead of Summer like this, and James was never one to linger after the deed was done. Truly everything about the question did little more than befuddle you.

“Why do you suddenly care?” Your words were cruel but at this point you felt them necessary. Fucking, you had no issue with, but this habit of toying with your emotions he picked up recently . . . Everyone had a limit, and it seemed you were at yours. 

The warm hands on your sweat-damp shoulders were also a surprise. “You know who I am--”

“How could I not?”

“Please let me finish.” You would have wagered that there were less than ten people on the earth to have heard that quiet, begging tone from Captain Flint. “You know who I am. You know the ceas which I’ve traveled to get here. I cannot . . .” Despite his plea to be uninterrupted and his usual, silver tongue, James trailed off.

“I do not expect false promises from you, James,” you said, “but we must not pretend to be anything other than what we are. So. What are we?”

“Must we sort it in words?”

“I do not want the whole of your heart, as I know it is owned by another. But I need to know if I have a piece, or if I have nothing.”

“I would be a fool to open myself to another weakness.”

“And?”

“And I’ve been a fool before.”

“So?”

“So I’ll be a fool again.”

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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for the lovely: @danzalladaggers. I am so sorry it took this long, I had no inspiration but I hope you can forgive me!

ISFJ or ISTJ

Ravenclaw

Lawful Neutral to Neutral Good

Sagittarius Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・First of all, AND I KNOW HEIGHT IS EVERYTHING! But this man is SIX FOOT FIVE.

・As a person, Billy is loyal to a fault, unshakably strong, and fiercely protective. Especially over the people he cares about - and you are the person he cares for most.

・Being married to Billy isn't exactly ... traditional. It isn't a gentle life; it's raw, confronting, and filled with stolen romance inbetween chaos.

・And yet, underneath the weight of war and duty, there is an abundance of love. Devotion so real and raw that it makes your heart break. Your bond is so strong that nothing, not even a storm on the seas could break it.

・Billy is an early bird, always has been, no matter how much sleep he may get. While he tries to be quiet as he gets dressed, he ALWAYS checks on you before leaving.

・If you're awake, he presses a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. Savouring the moment for a few seconds before heading out.

・Billy Bones is incredibly touch starved but does not know it.

・Whenever you casually brush your fingers against his, or lay a hand on his arm, or stroke his neck, he automatically freezes. As if moving would make you stop.

・And yet he has learnt that grabbing your hand and reciprocating those gestures is much more fun.

・He is a jealous man. Not because he doesn't trust you but because he doesn't trust any other person.

・He always has a hand on you, or an arm around your waist or shoulder. Somehow keeping himself close - to show everyone that you're taken.

・Whenever Silver or Flint make a comment about how he “melts like butter” around you, Billy only glares and tightens his grip around your waist. They’re not wrong, though.

・Billy loves watching you sleep. He's able to let his guard down completely and lay beside you. During this time, he memorises every single detail of your face.

・Another thing, and a big thing, is that Billy is extremely proud of you! He actually brags about you more than he realises...

・He cannot believe he is with someone so intelligent, witty, and strong.

・So, if anyone dares insult you...he's already cracking his fucking knuckles before they finish talking.

・Something that Billy always has in the back of his mind is the terror of losing you. He doesn't bring it up. Doesn't even show it. But every time he wakes up alone, he is enveloped in sheer panic until he sees you.

・Billy isn't a man of many words. But his actions do the talking for him:

Pulling your coat tighter when it’s cold.

Always serving you a plate of food and drink before himself (always)

Leaning against a wall, arms crossed, just watching you with the tiniest, most private smile.

・And his kisses, gods, he kisses you like he means it. When his lips connect to yours, it's deep and slow and all-consuming. He pulls you close with one hand behind your back, and the other tangled in your hair.

・His kisses make even the most hard-hearted of pirates turn away to give you guys privacy...

・And at night, when you two are alone. No one there to bark orders or tell you what to do. You are wrapped in his arms. Like the world cannot touch you.

・In those moments, you like to trace the scars on his body, and he may stiffen at first, but then he slowly relaxes under your touch.

・Billy will always choose you, always come back, always fight for you.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Pining & Yearning

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Looks Like A Jerk But Has A Heart Of Gold (Billy) x Looks Like A Cinnamon Roll But Is Also A Badass (You)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Friends to Lovers

Unspoken Devotion

Falling in Love in the Midst of Chaos

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

THE GREATEST by Billie Eilish

Chemtrails Over The Country Club by Lana Del Rey

[justanoasisimagines]

Never Again

Summary; After a violent encounter with another ship. James blames himself. You decide to set the record straight Pairing; Captain James Flint x Reader WordCount; 608 Warnings; Mentions of injury. A/N; Requests are open. Request guidelines are pinned at the top of the page Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider

James stared into the calm sea. Exhausted, however, remained determined to keep his eyes open. No one would sneak up on him or his crew, again. The seas were calm yet danger could lurk on the horizon patiently waiting to attack them.

"Why don't you let someone else keep watch for a while?" James refused to turn around. To take a glimpse at the real reason he'd become extra vigilante, so paranoid.

"I'm fine. Go back to bed. You need to rest." James was met with silence. He couldn't hear anything except the waves crashing into the boat while it glided across the ocean.

Creak.

"I thought I told you to go back to bed" James turned his neck taking a brief glimpse back at you.

"When have I ever enjoyed listening to orders?" James would usually find your attitude endearing, he enjoyed the way you kept him on his toes. However, you could have died today. He could have lost you today and it doesn't bear thinking about.

"Do not disobey your Captain!" James snarled, choosing to turn his body towards you. Your arm was wrapped close to your chest, your lip busted open, and the left side of your jaw had a fresh purple bruise covering it.

Failure. James had failed to protect the most precious and important person in his world. The person who kept his life threaded together. Unable to bear it any longer. James faced the stern once more. A hand slipped its way into his rough, calloused hand. How could someone so pure love someone like him? He was broken, cruel, ruthless and relentless. He did not deserve it.

Selfishly, he kept taking the love you were so willing to give. "You can't keep avoiding me-None of this was your fault. Life on the ocean is not easy. It's ruthless and dangerous; only the strong survive." One by one fingers entwined, delicate between calloused., calloused between delicate.

"I am the Captain of his ship. It's my duty to protect the crew-"

"James, you did protect the crew! Everyone is-" "You got shot! You could have died and it would have been my fault! Why do you constantly put yourself in harm's way to love me!" Teeth clenched, veins popped. To anyone else, Captain James Flint was one of the most ruthless pirates to sever sail the seven seas. To you,, he was James Flint, the man you loved. Yet without unlacing your hands, you stepped in front of the Captain. James looked away, unable to meet your gaze. "James look at me- look at me" James reluctantly glanced at you, momentarily before looking away. "Would you risk your life to protect me?" "Yes! I'd move the heaven and the earth to ensure your safety. Anyone who dared to hurt you would die slowly. Do you question my loyalty to you?" "No of course not. Why do you question why I would do the same? We are not young anymore. I knew of the risks when I agreed to sail the seas with you." Untangling your hand, James placed a tender hand on your cheek. "I do not know what I would do if I'd lost you" "You'd show everyone why it would be the biggest regret of their existence. Do not think about that now We're alive and we're together." James swept his arm underneath your legs, scooping you into his arms. Worry remained prominent in his mind and the next ship who dared to cross him would feel his wrath. He'd remind everyone why he obtained his reputation. No one would dare to dream about looking wrongly in your direction.

[ellswritings]

Like I Can

James Potter x Reader

TW: Cute fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining.

Based on “Like I Can” by Sam Smith 🫶

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The Quidditch pitch buzzed with excitement as Gryffindor’s final match of the season drew to a close. Y/N, perched confidently on her broomstick, was a force to be reckoned with as the team’s Keeper. James Potter, the ever-charismatic Seeker, soared high above the game, his eyes darting between the Snitch and his favorite distraction: her.

She blocked yet another shot from Slytherin’s Chasers with a deft flick of her wrist. The crowd erupted into cheers, but James barely registered them. His focus lingered on her—her determination, her skill, the way her smile lit up the entire pitch. She was brilliant. And yet, there she was, constantly entertaining the advances of the most undeserving blokes.

By the time James caught the Snitch, securing Gryffindor’s victory, Y/N was already back on the ground, laughing with the team. But his celebratory mood soured when he saw who had approached her: Marcus Flint, a smarmy Slytherin with a reputation for sweet-talking girls.

“Brilliant saves today, Y/L/N,” Marcus drawled, leaning in closer than necessary. “I bet you’d look just as good off the pitch.”

Y/N’s laughter rang out, though James could tell it was more polite than genuine. Still, the fact that she humored him made James’ blood boil.

He shoves his glasses higher up his nose and turns to Sirius, who was already grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“She’s just being polite,” James muttered, as Sirius slung an arm around his shoulders.

“Polite?” Sirius barked a laugh. “Mate, she’s practically inviting him to Hogsmeade with that smile.”

Remus, who had just walked over, gave James a look. “You could just tell her how you feel, you know. Instead of standing here glaring holes into the poor bloke.”

“And miss out on watching this love triangle unfold?” Peter chimed in, grinning.

James ignored them, opting instead to yell, “Team meeting in five minutes!” just loud enough to interrupt Y/N’s conversation. She glanced at him, raising an eyebrow, before turning back to the Slytherin.

This was only the beginning.

In the library, Y/N and Remus often sat together, their heads bent over books. James would join them under the pretense of studying, though he spent most of his time watching Y/N.

“James, you’ve been staring at the same page for fifteen minutes,” Y/N said, raising an eyebrow. “Need some help?”

“Maybe,” he admitted, sliding his Potions textbook toward her. “Think you can save me from another Howler from Mum?”

Y/N chuckled, flipping through the pages. “Alright, but only because I’m feeling generous. Start by not adding twice as much dragon liver as the recipe calls for.”

“See, this is why I need you,” James said with a mock-serious expression. “You’re the brains of this operation.”

“And you’re the charm, I suppose?” Y/N replied, smirking.

“Obviously,” James said, winking. “It’s a good thing I’ve got you to balance me out.”

On top of being the most obnoxious and charming students in the school, The Marauders’ pranks were legendary, and Y/N quickly became a member of their mischief-making crew her first year. She and Sirius made an especially chaotic duo, often dragging James and Remus into their schemes.

“Are you sure this will work?” James asked, eyeing the enchanted balloons they’d filled with color-changing paint.

“Of course it will,” Y/N said confidently, handing him a balloon. “Just aim for Filch’s office window.”

“I thought you were the sensible one,” Remus muttered, though he was already holding a balloon of his own.

“Sometimes, sensible is boring,” Y/N replied with a mischievous grin.

As the first balloon hit its target, exploding in a burst of green and gold paint, the group dissolved into laughter. James couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so carefree.

About a week or so later, the Marauders found themselves at the Three Broomsticks. James had hoped for a quiet afternoon, but when Y/N entered, arm-in-arm with a cocky Hufflepuff who had clearly overdosed on self-confidence, his mood soured.

“Oi, Prongs,” Sirius teased, nudging James’s arm. “There’s your girl.”

“She’s not my girl,” James snapped, though his eyes were glued to Y/N as she laughed at something the Hufflepuff said.

“She could be,” Remus pointed out, his tone calm but pointed. “If you actually said something.”

James groaned, sinking into his seat. “She wouldn’t be interested. Look at her! She’s... brilliant. And she’s dating that git.”

Peter snorted. “She’s humoring him, mate. Big difference.”

But James couldn’t take his friends’ advice. Instead, he found himself watching from the sidelines, frustration mounting as the Hufflepuff leaned too close and Y/N laughed a little too hard.

“Doesn’t it bother you to have such overprotective friends?” Dorian McMaster, the Hufflepuff Y/N agreed to hang out with for the day asks her. His eyes narrow over at James and the other boys who are now trying to pretend they weren’t just staring at her.

The (h/c) haired girl shrugs, “I wouldn’t call them overprotective,” she defends.

“Then why haven’t they stopped staring at you since we walked in?” He asks with an almost disgusted expression.

“Because they probably want me to go say hi?” Y/N tilts her head. “I don’t know. I’m not them.”

“I’m getting real sick of that Potter,” Dorian grumbles. “He thinks he owns everything.”

Y/N puts her hand up to stop him, “Well, first of all, he doesn’t think he owns anything. Second of all, if you’re implying what I think you are, I can confidently tell you that I am not something that can be owned.”

Dorian rolls his eyes, “Look, all I’m saying is that you agreed to come here with me. That git needs to back off.”

Y/N laughs lowly before standing from her seat. She shakes her head with a dangerous smile, “Just because your father happens to be the head of the Department of Mysteries doesn’t give you a right to act like an entitled prat. James isn’t a git, but it seems you are.” She smooths over her robe, “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Are you gonna go after her?” Remus looks at James expectantly as they watch Y/N saunter out of the Three Broomsticks, leaving a fuming Dorian behind.

James looks after the girl, a battle going on inside of his mind. “No,” he finally mumbles with a sigh. “She doesn’t need me hovering.”

Sirius, Remus, and Peter all collectively groan, rolling their eyes at his ignorance. It’s rather irritating watching the two of them constantly play cat and mouse with one another. It’s clear to everyone but them that they are head over heels for one another.

“Ten galleons says he cracks by the end of the month,” Remus whispers over to Peter and Sirius as James continues staring longingly at the door Y/N just walked out of.

“I’ll take that action.”

Weeks passed, and James Potter’s resolve wavered. The relentless teasing from his friends only made things worse, especially as Y/N continued to attract attention from boys who couldn’t possibly see her the way he did. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was brilliant, witty, and fiercely independent. She had passed all her O.W.L.s with Outstanding marks and still somehow found time to pull pranks with him and Sirius. To James, she was everything.

It was maddening. Every smile she gave to someone else, every laugh she shared, every time another boy got too close. The jealousy gnawed at him like a persistent itch he couldn’t scratch. If only she knew how much space she occupied in his thoughts, how he wanted nothing more than to sweep her off her feet and show her what they could be together. He just needed a chance—one chance to prove he was the one for her.

The breaking point came during one of Slughorn’s infamous parties. James arrived late, his confidence faltering the moment he saw her. She was on the arm of yet another admirer, a Ravenclaw seventh-year who prided himself on his intellect. James couldn’t take his eyes off her. She wore a dress that shimmered with every movement, and her laughter carried across the room like a melody he couldn’t ignore.

The Ravenclaw boy leaned in to whisper something in her ear, and she smiled, but James noticed the slight distance in her expression. When the boy’s hand drifted a little too low on her back, James’ restraint snapped. He drained his goblet of punch, handed it off to Sirius with a muttered, “Wish me luck,” and crossed the room.

“Y/N, can I have a word?” he asked, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.

She looked up at him, surprised, and then turned to her date, who seemed ready to protest. “I’ll be right back,” she said, brushing off the boy’s attempts to intervene. James felt a surge of satisfaction as she followed him to a quieter corner of the room.

James took a deep breath, gathering his courage. His heart pounded as the words tumbled out before he could stop them. “No matter how many guys you date, they’ll never treat you the way I can. They don’t see you—not really. They don’t know how brilliant you are, how funny, how you scrunch your nose when you’re annoyed. They don’t know you like I do.” He paused, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “They can be the most famous bloke in London, or some homeless man on the street, but they’ll never be me. I know it’s meant to be you and I.”

Y/N stared at him, her eyes wide with something he couldn’t quite place. Then, to his horror, she smirked.

“James Potter, are you confessing your undying love for me?” she teased, her voice laced with amusement.

James ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit she’d always found endearing. “I’m serious, Y/N. I—”

“I’m just joking,” she interrupted, her smirk softening into a gentle smile. “I’ve always known, James.”

His breath hitched. “And?”

“And you’re an idiot for waiting this long,” she replied, stepping closer. “But I suppose that means you’re my idiot.”

The world seemed to fade away as she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was long overdue. It was soft and electrifying all at once, a culmination of years of unspoken feelings. James felt like he was floating, his heart soaring higher than any Quidditch match ever could.

From across the room, Sirius clapped Remus on the back, the latter groaning as he handed over ten galleons. “Should’ve bet on the party,” he muttered.

Later that night, as James walked Y/N back to the Gryffindor common room, their hands intertwined, he couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“So, Potter,” she said, “does this mean you’re finally going to stop glaring at every boy who talks to me?”

“Not a chance,” he replied, pulling her closer. “But they’ll never stand a chance now, will they?”

She laughed, and the sound was music to his ears. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he quipped, his grin widening.

As they stepped into the common room, Sirius and Remus were waiting by the fire, their faces alight with poorly disguised glee.

“Finally!” Sirius exclaimed, throwing his arms up dramatically. “Do you know how exhausting it’s been watching you two dance around each other?”

“Subtle as always, Padfoot,” Y/N said dryly, though her smile betrayed her amusement.

Remus chuckled, closing his book. “We’re happy for you both. Truly.”

James glanced at Y/N, his chest swelling with pride and affection. “Thanks, Moony. Means a lot.”

Sirius leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So, Y/N, now that you’re officially part of the Potter package, does this mean you’ll help us prank the Slytherins next week?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. “What makes you think I wasn’t already involved?”

James burst out laughing, pulling her into a side hug. “That’s my girl.”

In the days that followed, James found himself unable to keep his hands to himself. Whether it was brushing his fingers against hers in the corridors or slinging an arm around her shoulders during meals, he reveled in the newfound closeness. But the jealousy lingered, bubbling to the surface whenever someone dared to flirt with her.

One afternoon in the library, a Slytherinboy approached Y/N, clearly smitten. James watched from across the room, his jaw tightening as the boy leaned a little too close. When Y/N caught James’ eye and winked, he relaxed marginally, though he still made a point to saunter over and plant a possessive kiss on her cheek.

“Hey, love,” he said casually, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Everything alright here?”

The Slytherin stammered an excuse and quickly retreated, leaving Y/N to shake her head in exasperation.

“Was that really necessary?” she asked, though her tone was more amused than annoyed.

“Absolutely,” James replied, grinning. “Can’t have anyone forgetting who you belong to.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her smile. “You’re lucky I find your jealousy endearing.”

“Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Their relationship quickly became the talk of the school, much to James’ delight. He wore his love for Y/N like a badge of honor, unashamed and unapologetic. And while Y/N occasionally pretended to be annoyed by his antics, she secretly adored the way he made her feel like the center of his universe.

As the year progressed, the Marauders found countless ways to tease James, but he took it all in stride. After all, he had Y/N by his side, and that was all that mattered. Together, they were unstoppable—a perfect match in every sense of the word.

[peonyblossom]

Characters/Ships I'll Write For

for reference :)

Pixelberry

All of Us

Alex x m!MC (Dexter Del Rossi)

Tess x f!MC (Jo Moreno)

Alpha

m!Channing Lowe x m!MC (Kalani Mochizuki)

America's Most Eligible

Carson Stewart x f!MC (Juliet James)

Blades of Light and Shadow

Nia Ellarious x f!human!MC (Iris of Riverbend)

Valax x f!human!MC (Iris of Riverbend)

Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury

Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury x m!elf!MC (Hades Nightbloom)

Bloodbound

Adrian Raines x Gaius Augustine

Dirty Little Secrets

m!Carpenter (Emmett King) x m!MC (Brooklyn Peters)

High School Story

Wes Porter x Ezra Mitchell

Hannah x f!MC (Lola Williams)

Michael Harrison x nb!MC (Jamie Baxter)

Mia Warren x Katherine

Ajay Bhandari x m!MC (Matty Wright)

Hollywood U

Thomas Hunt x f/nb!MC (Jackie Winters)

Hot Couture

Marco Di Vincenzo x f!MC (Analise Moore)

Immortal Desires

m!Cas x m!Gabe x nb!MC (Reese O'Malley)

Lewyn Junius x m!OC (Jude Junius)

It Lives Anthology

Noah Marshall x m!MC (Harry Spear)

Ava Cunningham x f!MC (Raven Adams)

Noah Marshall x Connor Green

Connor Green x m!MC (Jesse Harrison)

Stacy Green x f!MC (Ivy Lovelace)

Noah Marshall x m!MC (Devon Yasuda)

Noah Marshall x f!MC (Bella Potter)

m!MC (Isaak Vance)

Imogen Wescott x f!MC (Fiona Vance)

Tom Sato x m!MC (River Vance)

Danni Asturias x f!MC (Merliah Vance)

f!MC (Bailey Vance)

Tom Sato x f!MC (Pearl Vance)

Abel Flint x nb!MC (Ollie Bridgers)

Lincoln Aquino x nb!MC (Keagan Burke)

Amalia de León x nb!MC (Lottie Hamilton)

Jocelyn Wu x f!MC (Eleanor Wilkins) (slowburn)

Matthias McQuoid x m!OC (Ezra Wilkins)

Jocelyn Wu x nb!MC (Benni Locke) (fwb)

nb!MC (Erin Klein)

Laws of Attraction

Gabe Ricci x Aislinn Tanaka x nb!MC (Sav Zarza)

Murder at Homecoming

Donovan Navarro x nb!MC (Jupiter Stone)

Open Heart

Ethan Ramsey x m!MC (Sydney Valentine)

Ethan Ramsey x Tobias Carrick

Aurora Emery x Sienna Trinh

Queen B

Zoey Wade x f!MC (Quinn Hughes)

Ian Kingsley x f!MC (Quinn Hughes)

Untameable Anthology

m!Kit Jackson x m!MC (Jules Rojas)

Mandy Martinez x Ryder Wilson x m!MC (Barrett Kemp)

Gravity Falls

Stan Pines x Reader

Stan Pines x nb!OC (JD Willows)

Ford Pines x Fiddleford McGucket

Grey's Anatomy/Station 19

Mark Sloan x Jackson Avery x Lexi Grey

Mark Sloan x Jackson Avery

Meredith Grey x Derek Shepherd

Meredith Grey x Andy Herrera

Victoria Hughes x Lucas Ripley

Izzie Stevens x Denny Duquette

Ben Warren x Miranda Bailey

Cristina Yang x Teddy Altman

Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca

[fangirlings-things]

requested by @sleeplessdreamer14 || GIF IS NOT MINE || TAG LIST: @regalbanshee || TAG LIST IS OPEN || A/N: hii, love!! this request was really sweet I loved it!! I hope you like this piece, I did my best 💖

"Why did you run away from your home?" the man that had introduced himself as Captain Flint asked, frowning in your direction as some of the other members of his crew also stared at you, standing beside and behind him. Seeing that you made no motion to answer his question, the Captain spoke again. "The streets of Nassau are not a good place for you to wonder around all on your own"

"They are still better than my home" you muttered in something that was just above a whisper, but they clearly heard you. You saw the way one of his man laughed and your cheeks burned in embarrassment. You turned around to leave instantly, wanting to get away from those strangers.

"Wait" Captain Flint said and sighting heavily you turned back around, just to see him giving a hard look to the crew member who had been laughing at you before focusing his gaze on you. "Do you like the sea...?" he left the question hanging in the air.

"(Y/N)" you replied, a little more comfortable in his presence after seeing him reprimanding his crew member like that in your defense. "And yes, I like the sea. I love it"

Flint smiled, then looked over to the tall man standing beside him. "Billy, what do you think?"

"We could make it work" the man named Billy said, clearly understanding what his Captain meant without further explanation.

Nodding at the other's words, Flint turned his attention back to you and rested his hands on his hips. "What do you think about joining the Walrus's crew, (Y/N)?" before you could say something, he continued in a firm yet gentle tone. "You have to know that we will be at sea for a long time with no guarantee as to when we will be coming back. We may encounter danger and you will have to work, like every other crew member, to earn your place"

"How does that sound, kid?" Billy who had his arms crossed over his chest, was smiling a bit to you. You mentally decided that you liked him.

You could not help the way the corners of your lips turned up in a little smile at the thought of finally feeling like you belonged somewhere. A fresh start. Away, at sea. "It sounds really good"

[bullet-prooflove]

Black Sails Masterlist

Edward Teach Masterlist

Thomas Hamilton x James Flint Masterlist

[demigoddessqueens]

Black Sails Fluff Masterlist

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30871562/chapters/76223873

Charles Vane has his own chapter up!

Next two that will be added is Billy Bones and Captain Flint

[blahblahwritings]

Safe with me.

A/N: Requested by @annoyingwonderlandchild​. Sorry its so late and short. I’ve been gone a while ... Hope you like it.

Words: 473

Warnings: Nightmares and mentions of past torture.

Things were getting to you recently. More than usual. You were on edge, irritable and had far too many a sleepless night. The past few weeks had been rough on the crew but you were kidnapped and held ransom so you could say you had it just slightly worse. The things they did to you, the torture, the pain, you feared it would haunt you till your dying days. 

When Flint found you you were half dead, barely conscious and a whimpering mess. He rained hellfire down upon the crew that took you, he was covered in their blood, a murderous glint in his eyes. That was until he saw you, then he dropped to his knees by your side, all soft touches and gentle whispers of reassurance. 

It had been over a month since then and he had rarely left your company. Your physical wounds may have healed but the mental scarring would be there for a long while yet. He never let you out of his sight for more than a moment, needing you safely next to him. You’d joked many times about him acting like an overbearing mother but he knew you found a great deal of comfort with him, and he with you. 

You’d fallen asleep, which was a rare occurrence as of late, so Flint left you in his quarters, his coat draped over your body while he talked to Mr Gates out on the deck. He’d been gone for no more than ten minutes before he heard your cries.

You’d began to tremble, the nightmares taking over with beatings and cuts and slashes. You cried out as the attacker grabbed you, violently shaking you with a vice-like grip. “Don’t touch me!” You screeched, flailing your limbs in an attempt to break free. Your eyes shot open as you sat up, pushing desperately at the figure next to you. “Hey- hey it's just me” His voice cooed, hands cupping your face, bringing your frantic gaze to his own. Your breathing came out in rushed puffs as you concentrated on his stormy eyes. It was Flint, your Flint. 

Your body slumped against his in relief. Sobs started to rip through your chest but he held you there, rocking back and forth as he stroked your hair. “It’s alright, love, you’re safe with me. I’m here.” he whispered, his lips just above your ear. You stayed there together until you finally calmed down, rubbing the wetness from your cheeks and looking at him.

“Thank you.” You choked out. His thumb brushed your cheekbone, fingers tilting your head up to him before he placed a feather light kiss to your forehead then on each of your cheeks, and then on your mouth. The sudden affection took you by surprise but you melted into it, glad to be safe in his arms.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"LET ME SEE WHAT'S MINE"

A short (and soft) fic with James Flint

I hope you like it!

The dim glow of the candles was the only thing that illuminated you when he entered the room.

You shuddered at the sight before you, not out of fear, but out of the excitement you already felt. He was just standing there, he hadn't spoken yet and your body and mind were screaming for you to throw yourself into his arms.

You didn't. Instead you just watched him, his slender and strong figure outlined against the moonlight, the reflection of the flame licking his masculine features, focusing on his green eyes which shone like two emeralds.

You didn't think he was aware of how handsome he was. He was so strong and determined and… you needed him, so much that your body had practically begun to mourn his absence during those last few days when he had been at sea.

During that time you tried to relieve yourself with your fingers, you came a couple of times yes, but nothing was comparable to when he did it.

His gaze focused on you, before he closed the door behind him. The candle flame flickered as he did so.

-I've missed you so much - you complained, pouting - don't go away for so many days again, captain - you whispered, making him let out a curse under his breath, he loved it when you called him that way -

-I've missed you so much too, honey - he admitted, approaching you quickly - these days haven't been easy at all - he confessed, looking you directly in the eyes - but now I'm so happy to be here, with you - he murmured, outlining your lower lip with his thumb - you're so beautiful that it hurts to look at you

-You are too - you said, making him smile -

-I've been called many things throughout my life - he tilted his head - but "beautiful" isn't one of them

-Well, you are - you insisted, holding his face in your hands - I love all parts of you, even the most broken ones, ESPECIALLY the ones that are the most broken - you corrected yourself - but what I love the most are your eyes –you confessed, looking at him with devotion- Have you heard that the eyes are the mirror of the soul? –he nodded silently- every time you look at me, I feel like you can see my soul with them, that you can go through the skin and look deep inside me –you paused- I love you

Without warning he launched himself against your mouth, devouring your lips with hunger and pure need. You could feel the heat of his body against the thin fabric of your dress. He pulled away to take a breath to answer you.

-I love you too, precious –he smiled, slipping his hands under your skirt- now let me see what's mine

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Promptober Day 16

Knit Red Scarf

Captain Flint x reader

Word Count: 176

Of all the things Captain Flint could have brought you as a gift from the seas--money, jewels, books were very his speed--the red knit scarf he extended to you would’ve been your last guess. It looked quite soft though, you had to admit. The color of fresh blood and knitted with wool, it certainly wasn’t a cheap object. Still, you had to question.

“Why?”

And if that didn’t turn his cheeks almost the same shade as his hair. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat. When he spoke, James (for this was wholly James and not Flint) almost sounded sheepish. “Do you remember when I had the astounding presence of mind to ask if you were cold?”

“In the dead of Summer?” you teased, a sly smile tugging at your lips. “I do.”

And if he didn’t flush even more. “The scarf reminded me of that. Of you.”

Your smile broke into a full grin. “Why then. Thank you, James. It is very sweet.” As your fingers closed around it, you thought that it was, indeed, very soft.

[imperialpirates]

Luke Arnold x gn! reader

Requested by@a-man-for-hire-and-his-archives: Luke Arnold and reader having a date night at his place. An appearance from Toby Stephens, who is also Luke’s godbrother

Fandom: Black Sails

Pairing: Luke Arnold x gender neutral! reader with an appearance from Toby Stephens

Word Count: 293, sorry it’s a short one

Warnings: none

I hope you enjoy.....

Luke was going crazy, to say the least. He kept asking Toby whether the house looked alright, and if he looked alright, or was he trying too hard, or should he try harder, should he get changed into something more casual, or something perhaps more smart? It was driving Toby up the wall.

“Will you just shut up man! I’m sure they will love it.” Although he played the part of being annoyed at Luke’s excitement, Toby truly found it endearing to see Luke put so much effort into a small date night. If he was being honest, he hadn’t seen Luke this happy probably since he saw the promotional posters for his first movie. There was a knock on the door. “They’re here. It’s gonna be absolutely fine.” Luke was frozen to the spot where he stood. “OMG! Such a wimp. I’ll get the door.” Toby left to answer the door, chuckling lightly. Why Luke was suddenly so scared, he didn’t know, but it did tell him that Luke really liked this one, and if Luke really liked them, then Toby would make sure that everything went well. Toby opened the door. "He's right through there." Toby said, chuckling as he gestured through to the living room where Luke still stood frozen.

“Luke?” You said, eyebrow raised slightly as you looked at Luke. “Are you alright?”

“What? Oh, yeah. I’m fine, Y/N. Did you find the place alright?” You nodded.

Soon the two of you were cuddled up on the sofa watching a classic and extremely cliche, and perhaps overly christmassy, rom-com, with a blanket over you both. Toby looked at the two lovebirds from where he stood in the doorway and smiled. His best friend, his closest confidant was finally truly and wholeheartedly happy again.

I hope you enjoyed this. Do leave a like, comment or even reblog if you are feeling generous. Requests are still open as always.

[obscure-imagines]

“do you have to be so damn careless all the time?” Flint groaned, wiping the blood on the dead mans clothing.

“if i remember correctly, i’m the one who just saved you.” John grinned, wiping the blood from his face.

Flint rolled his eyes, “please. that’s not what happened.”

“if you hate me so much, why did you tell Y/N you’d make sure i didn’t get killed while we were away?”

“well... because she asked me to.”

****** gif credit @captain-flint THANK YOU to this gif maker for giving me permission to use their gifs! I’m watching Black Sails right now and these gifs are amazing <3

[hollybell51]

Prologue + Chapter One

The Beginning

Our Treasure - Jim Hawkins x fem!Reader

Masterpost

Word count: 2428 (prologue: 727, chapter one: 1701)

Summary: getting ready for the voyage of your (admittedly short) lifetime, you and your mentor John Silver find yourselves unexpectedly saddled with a new cabin boy. A new cabin boy who asks way too many questions for both of your liking. 

Notes: Hello folks, this is my first post. I’m new to Tumblr so I don’t fully know how to use it yet, HOWEVER, I do know that there’s a spot for fanfiction on here, so I’m gonna shove mine on here.  This particular little story is also over on my wattpad though from a long time ago (and as a result much less refined and very poorly written, also in a whole different narrative voice I think) since I don’t really use wattpad much anymore. It’s also on AO3. Ok let’s get into it and I guess we’ll see how many people end up reading! It’s all (except for the prologue) in past tense, second person (”you”).

Prologue 

“On the clearest of nights, when the winds of the Etherium were calm and peaceful, the great merchant ships with their cargo of Arcturian solar crystals felt safe and secure. Little did they suspect that they were pursued by pirates. And the most feared of all these pirates was the notorious Captain Nathaniel Flint!”

“Fire!” Flint yelled, and instantly the scene descended into chaos as canons went off, people screamed and pirates boarded the merchant ship. 

“Like a Candarian Zap-wing overtaking its prey—”

“James Pleiades Hawkins!” a woman cried, opening the door to a little boy’s bedroom, making him jump. He slammed shut the book, sitting bolt upright and facing his mother. “I thought you were asleep an hour ago,” she sighed.

“But mom, I was just getting to the best part!” He protested, picking up the book again. “Please?”

His mother considered him for a moment, then smiled. “Oh, can those eyes get any bigger? Skooch over.” She sat down beside her son, leaning over to see the book.

“Like a Candaria Zap-wing overtaking its prey,” the narrator continued, “Flint and his band of renegades swooped in out of nowhere.” The gunfire and yelling continued as Flint’s crew boarded the ship, taking everything of value that wasn't tied down. Flint went straight to the largest chest of treasure, simply cutting the lock away with his sword and letting the precious stones and gold spill over the floor. “And then, gathering up their spoils, they vanished without a trace.”

“Whoa…” the boy and his mother chorused.

“Flint’s secret trove was never found, but stories have persisted that it remains hidden, somewhere at the farthest reaches of the galaxy, stowed with riches beyond imagination. The loot of a thousand worlds. Treasure Planet.”

“Ok,” the boy’s mother said, closing the book, “blow your nose.” She held up a handkerchief, waiting as he does as she says.

“How do you think Captain Flint did it, mom?” the boy asked, climbing atop his headboard. “How’d he swoop in out of nowhere and vanish without a trace?” he jumped from the headboard, landing flat on his stomach and crawling under the blanket.

“I have no idea,” the mother said. “Come here you!” she grabbed him around the waist, pulling him onto her lap and ticking his sides. The little boy squealed with laughter as she blew a raspberry on his stomach, curling up and wriggling frantically. “Ok,” she continued, placing his back against his pillow, “now it’s time for this little spacer to go to sleep.”

“You think somebody will ever find Treasure Planet?” the boy asked as his mom fished for a toy under the pillow.

“Sweetheart,” she said, holding it up, “I think it’s more like a legend.”

“I know it’s real,” he protested.

“You win,” she smiled, “it’s real.”

“Nighty-night, mom.”

“Nighty-night, sweetheart.” She got up from the bed, crossing the room and pausing at the door. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Somewhere not so far from the boy and his mother, a little girl was huddled under a much more tattered blanket on a much thinner mattress, reading a much older and more worn copy of the same book. The light from its holographic pages was enough to illuminate six stark black numbers tattooed on her wrist – a slave’s brand. Around her, the faces of three other children and four adults, each with their own thin mattress and ragged blanket, were just visible.

“(Y/N), turn that down!” one of the children hissed, “the master will catch you!”

“The rules don’t say anything about how late we stay up,” she argued, but adjusted the volume anyway.

“No,” one of the adults put in, “but you’ll be in trouble tomorrow when you’re yawning all day.”

“So what?”

The other people all shook their heads, knowing it was useless to try convincing the girl to put down her book. She poked her tongue out at them, turning back to the story.

“There are nights when the winds of the Etherium, so inviting in their promise of freedom, made one’s spirit soar.”

The little girl closed the book, carefully stowing it under her mattress and wriggling to get comfortable “I wonder what it’s like,” she whispered into the darkness.

“What?” the sleepy voice of the person next to her asked.

“Freedom.” The word was like honey on her tongue.

Chapter One

*12 years later*

“What do you think it’ll be like?” you asked, aiming a large cleaver at the knife rack.

“I don’t know, lassy,” John laughed, “but you’d be best to keep quiet about it.”

“But everybody already knows,” you protested, releasing the knife and watching it sail across the kitchen right where you wanted it to go.

“We don’t want the Captain getting wind of it,” he cautioned. “And don’t do that to the knives – you’ll blunt ‘em.” The cook frowned at you, and you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, it’s not like you even need them.”

Treasure Planet. You’d been dreaming about it since you were a little kid, huddled under a scrap of fabric in your master’s slave dormitory – if you can even call it that – the battered holographic book clutched to your chest night after night as the narrator regaled you with the story of the notorious Captain Flint. The loot to a thousand worlds, all there and ripe for the taking. You would be able to pay off any debt a million times over. 

You were jerked from your thoughts by clanking footsteps on the stairs, and two distinct male voices. 

“It’s my map,” someone was saying. They sounded about your age, and probably a boy. “And she’s got me busting tables!”

You cast a glance at John, who shrugged and started whistling a tune. You grabbed a rag from the bench next to you and went back to drying dishes, minus the knife throwing.

“I’ll not tolerate a cross word about our Captain!” Uh oh, Mr Arrow. “There’s no finer officer in this or any galaxy! Mr Silver?”

“Why, Mr Arrow Sir!” the cook turned away from his task, smiling broadly at your three visitors. “Bringin’ such fine-lookin’, distinguished gents to grace my humble galley. Had I known, I’d ha’ tucked in me shirt!” He made a ridiculous show of stuffing his apron and shirt down the front of his trousers, bowing low to Mr Arrow and his companions.

“May I introduce Dr Doppler, the financier of our voyage.” The First Officer rumbled, pushing forwards a man in a rather ridiculous suit which looks to be around two sizes too big for him. That would explain the clanking.

“Love the outfit, Doc!” John exclaimed, scanning him with his cybernetic eye.

“Well thankyou!” he replied, “Um, love the eye! This young lad is Jim Hawkins.” He grabbed the other person, dragging him forwards and retreating to Mr Arrow’s side.

“Jimbo!” John greeted him, extending his robotic arm – knife function engaged, you noticed – to shake his hand. “Ah,” he laughed, switching to his more hand-like function and trying again.

Jim didn’t say anything, just glared at John from under a curtain of brown hair. You couldn’t make out much through the steam of the kitchen, but he didn’t look particularly friendly. You wouldn't either if you had a map that could lead to a lifetime supply of treasure, you supposed. 

“Don’t be too put-off by this hunk o’ hardware,” John recovered, stepping away and setting about preparing a few prawns and vegetables. “These gears ‘ave been tough getting’ used to, but they do come in mighty handy from time to time!”

“Show-off,” you muttered as he fried the neatly chopped up food and tipped it into the pot in the centre of the kitchen, adding dashes of salt and pepper. He scooped some of the stew into two bowls, holding them out to Dr Doppler and Jim Hawkins.

“Here now,” he smiled, “’have a taste o’ me famous Bonza-beast stew.”

Dr Doppler sniffed it delicately, then lapped at it. “Mmm!” he said after a moment, “delightfully tangy, yet robust!”

You looked at Jim, who was still eyeing John suspiciously from under his hair. Your eyes met, and he looked away quickly. 

“Old family recipe,” John told them. “In fact,” he grinned as the Doctor gasps, “that was part of the old family!” You surmise that some less chopped up animal part must have popped up in his bowl.

“He’s full of shit,” You called, pushing yourself off the counter and crossing the kitchen. “Don’t listen to a word he says.”

“Ah,” John smiled, “how could I have forgotten! Gentlemen,” he placed his real arm around your shoulders, pushing you forwards slightly, “this is (Y/N), my lovely apprentice and cabin girl.”

 “You can eat that,” You grinned, “it doesn’t actually have any family in it.”

“I’m nothin’ if I ain’t a kidder,” John laughed. “Go on Jimbo, take a swig.”

Doubtfully, Jim raised his spoon in front of his face and frowned at it. Before he could eat any stew, the spoon changed in shape and colour, swallowing the stew and returning to its normal form as an amorphous pink blob. It giggled at Jim’s shocked expression, then rapidly assumed the shape of a straw.

“Morph!” You exclaimed, shaking your head.

“You jiggle-headed blob o’ mischief!” John accused as the little creature proceeded to drink all of Jim’s stew. “So that’s where you was hidin’!”

Morph burped, peaking over the rim of Jim’s bowl then flying up to his face.

“What is that thing?” the boy asked, fending off Morph’s affectionate advances with one hand.

“He’s a Morph,” John explained as Morph spins in the air, then settles into a tiny replica of Jim. “I rescued the little shape shifter on Proteus One. He took a side to me, we’ve been together ever since!”

Morph cooed and rubbed against John’s cheek, then swirled around his fingers.

“We’re about to get under way,” Mr Arrow said as a bell tolled somewhere overhead. “Would you like to observe the launch, Doctor?”

“Would I? Does an active galactic nucleus have superluminal jets? I’ll follow you.” He clanked in the direction of the stairway.

“Mr Hawkins will stay here, in your charge Mr Silver.” Mr Arrow proclaimed, baring Jim’s exit with an arm. 

John choked on the mouthful of stew he was eating, spitting it out over the floor. “Beggin’ your pardon sir, but—”

“Captain’s orders! See to it that the new cabin boy is kept busy.”

“Wait no but—”

“We already have a cabin girl—”

“What am I supposed to—”

“No, wait—”

“But—”

Mr Arrow showed no sign of listening to us, so you stopped.

“So,” John said, “Captain’s put you with me, hey?”

“Yeah.” Jim shoved his hands into his pockets, leaning against a wall.

“Who be a humble cyborg to argue with the Captain?” the cook sighed, going over to the bench and getting back to preparing vegetables.

You too, went back to your task of drying the dishes, stacking them neatly beside you as Jim grabbed a purp from a nearby barrel, eyeing it carefully.

“You know,” he saiid, tossing it between his hands, “these purps are kinda like the ones back home. On Montressor. You ever been there?”

“Ah, can’t say I ‘have, Jimbo.”

“Come to think of it,” the boy continued around a mouthful of purp, “just before I left I met this old guy, who was um… he was kinda looking for a cyborg buddy of his.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. What was that old salamander’s name? Oh yeah, Bones. Billy Bones.”

“Bones? Bones. Mm-mm, ain’t ringin’ any bells. Must’a been a different cyborg.”

“Besides,” you added, flipping a knife over in your hands, “it’s not like cyborgs are uncommon.” You squinted at the knife rack, drawing back your arm to throw.

“(Y/N)!” John said sharply, just as you released.

“What?” You didn’t take your eyes off the knife, which was now quivering next to the others.

He sighed, then turned to Jim. “Got a nasty habbit o’ throwin’ the knives, (Y/N) has.”

“It’s not bad if it gets the job done,” you shrugged, grabbing a plate and rubbing at it with the tea-towel.

“Prepare to cast off!” Mr Arrow’s voice echoed above, followed by a long high-pitched whistle.

“Off with ya, lad,” John said, pushing Jim towards the stairs. “And you, lassy. Go watch the launch.”

You followed Jim, casting a glance back over my shoulder. John raised an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged again. You’d have to watch yourselves.

On the main deck, everyone wasrushing everywhere with no regard for anyone else.

“Come on,” you said to Jim, tapping his shoulder. “It’s better from up the front.” Just as you started heading for the bow of the ship, you lifted off. Everyone floated for a minute before the artificial gravity and atmosphere were engaged, then you all crashed back to the deck.

The Captain and Mr Arrow were shouting orders, everything being relayed among the crew as the sales lit up with solar energy, the engines firing with them.

“Hold on!” you shouted, grabbing the rigging. Jim did  the same just in time as with a roar, the ship sped away from Montressor space port. You climbed up the side, leaning out over the side of the ship and staring into the inky blue of space.

“Woah,” Jim laughed as you passed a pod of Orcus Glacticus, the movement in the edge of the artificial atmosphere blowing his hair over his face.

You reached out a hand, your fingertips brushing one of the huge creatures’ fins. You smiled back at Jim, and he reached out too. The Orcus Galacticus’s eye rolled over you, the deep moan that it made vibrating through your bodies.

You hooked your knees over the rigging, swinging backwards over the ships deck and watching John talk to Captain Amelia. “I think we’re about to get in trouble,” you said to Jim as the Captain looked your way.

“What do you mean?” he followed your gaze, hopping down onto the railing of the ship.

“Jimbo!” John shouted before you could respond, “I got two new friends I’d like you to meet! Say hello to Mr Mop, and Mrs Bucket.” He tossed the two of them to Jim, who caught both without losing his balance. Impressive.

“Yippee.” He said unenthusiastically, then looked down at you as if to ask where your mop and bucket are.

You pulled yourself right way up, climbing down off the rigging and giving him a mock salute before heading back down to the kitchens with John.

Chapter Two