Thomas takes one step past the threshold before he stops. Across the room, Flint looks up from where he’d been leaning on Max’s desk, paging through a book with an idle sort of attention. He stands abruptly, the book falling from his grasp, and remains frozen in place like a fucking statue until finally his wide eyes drift to Vane’s.
Flint’s lips part in a question, as if he’s trying to articulate some horrible fear from inside of him, but before he can voice it Thomas whispers, “James.”
They both move then, collapsing into each other like waves at high tide.
It takes a moment for Vane to even make sense of it, the way Flint’s arms wrap around Thomas’ shoulders, digging into the skin there like he might at any moment be torn away. Thomas’ chest is hitching in laughter or in tears, he can’t tell. Thomas pulls back, looking at Flint like he first looked at the crystal water of Nassau cupped in his palms.
When they kiss, Vane finally collects himself, forcing one foot back and then the next, closing the door as softly as he can manage. He doesn’t think they even notice.
Source: The Chapel Green – Chapter 1, by nasri – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
Adult, canon-divergence. Eleanor Guthrie is gone, and Captain Vane raids a rather special plantation in Savannah… How is he supposed to resist this strange, compelling English noble, even when he turns out to be Captain Flint’s long-lost lover. This fic is amazing, even for someone who barely knows who Charles Vane is. I love the mix of developing triad and outside POV.
