#sfbb2018

Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more

Drawings for @old-long-john‘s SFBB fic.

In the year 1725, or thereabouts, John Silver finds himself driven by a storm into an inconsequential little port town, barely a speck on any civilised map. Returned to the life of a drifter, tired and rough around the edges, he is resigned to waiting for the weather to pass before he can sail on again to the next town, and the next, and the next. That is until he overhears a conversation in the inn about a local fisherman, one Captain Barlow, and his tall tales of tempests and becalmings, devils and sharks, and Silver finds a new future opening up to him, haunted by the spectres of his past.

ADAMANTINE FLAME

When the world was made of dark he swiped his thumb over the horizon and woke the sun. It wasn’t a primordial burn of light but the one that rose his lids for the first time.

Flint is a forest god called The Flame and Silver is part of the cult that worships him on the fringes of the underworld.

slouches towards bethlehem to be born by @tomasortega It takes two weeks to get Flint off of Skeleton Island. Or rather, it takes two weeks for the island to let them go.

Flint feels hungry and thirsty, but mostly he’s tired, and he closes his eyes after a moment, sinking into the warmth of the blanket of fog surrounding him, following that path that coaxes him down, come, come, lay with us. You deserve to rest. Curious glowing eyes in the mist, luminous and green like fireflies.

He jerks awake, Silver calling his name. “ Get up ,” he says urgently, tugging at Flint’s shoulder.

“What?” he asks muzzily.

“It was taking you,” he says, watching Flint with wide, wary eyes. Flint yawns widely, just wanting to sleep again. “Stay awake, Captain.”

“Discomfiting someone else to soothe his own unease was one of his oldest and simplest tricks, and Flint had always been a prickly fruit ripe for the picking. He didn’t like how fucking calm Flint seemed to be. After everything that had happened, after all this time, had he finally made himself into that goddamn rocky promontory that was entirely unmoved by Silver crashing unexpectedly back into his world? It felt s t r a n g e.”

- Tell me we’re dead and I’ll love you even more . by @old-long-john

Space Raiders of Nassau by @jadedbirch

“The space station Nassau is in open rebellion against the interplanetary Imperial Alliance. Captain James Flint is in deep shit for rearranging the face of a fellow raider captain. As punishment, Nassau's leaders assign an inside man to his crew, with a very convincing cover story (that they're married). Complicating things further is the fact that Flint's shifty new husband, John Silver, knows a lot more than he's telling about their secret mission. Their own survival as well as Nassau’s future depend on how successfully they can navigate the dangerous skies… and each other.” 

MORE THAN ONE ODYSSEUS

“You taught me how to parry sword blows, and I taught you how to deflect questions.”

Quote taken from @mcicioni-blog‘s wonderful fic written for the Silverflint Big Bang 2018

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Flint/John Silver Characters: Captain Flint (Black Sails), John Silver Additional Tags: Reunion, Post-Series, mentions of silvermadi, mentions of Flinthamiltons, everything goes well until it doesn't, Some Angst with a Happy Ending, Treasure Island who?, conversations in the dark, unspoken truths, bed sharing, and the power of stoic philosophy, Flint wasn't reunited with Thomas, and Silver remains 'Problematic'

Summary:

In the year 1725, or thereabouts, John Silver finds himself driven by a storm into an inconsequential little port town, barely a speck on any civilised map. Returned to the life of a drifter, tired and rough around the edges, he is resigned to waiting for the weather to pass before he can sail on again to the next town, and the next, and the next. That is until he overhears a conversation in the inn about a local fisherman, one Captain Barlow, and his tall tales of tempests and becalmings, devils and sharks, and Silver finds a new future opening up to him, haunted by the spectres of his past.

“Shnookums” ;)