A Chimney Surprise

Comic I made for the Silverflint Holiday Cheer 2018 for @tomasortega

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Flint/John Silver Characters: John Silver, Captain Flint (Black Sails) Additional Tags: mostly just Flint having the hots for Silver and not thinking clearly, Awkward gift giving, Canon Compliant, Mythology References, Flint might be a lil bit touch starved Summary:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Flint/John Silver Characters: Captain Flint (Black Sails), John Silver Additional Tags: Gross cuddling, Hair Braiding, story telling, Maroon Island Honeymoon

Summary:

Silver asks Flint to tell him a pirate story.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Flint/John Silver, Madi/John Silver Characters: Captain Flint, John Silver, Madi (Black Sails) Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Bonding, Memories, Emotionally Repressed, Angst and Feels, Feelings Realization, Love Confessions, True Love, Pre-Poly, Or the start of something new, Season 4 fic, Drinking Summary:

While Silver's presumed dead, Flint and Madi share their grief.

The morning sun, hanging low in the sky, cast a gentle light on the cliffs on the western edge of Maroon Island. Despite the soft sunlight and the mild morning breeze, the two men sparring on grassy patch near the edge of the cliff were sweating as if they were under the blaze of the midday sun. The waves crashing against the rocks sounded as quiet as a murmur compared to the clang of the men’s swords.

“You’re watching my eyes again,” Flint said, and Silver wondered at how he could enunciate so clearly when Silver was doing well just to breathe, much less utter a coherent syllable. They had been going at this since the sun had begun to crest the horizon, and Silver was weary, to say the least.

Flint lunged forward, but Silver anticipated his attack and blocked it with a grunt. Silver then returned the attack, and, seeing an opening in Flint’s defenses, he jabbed at his opponent and the blade of his sword lightly touched Flint’s abdomen.

“Good,” Flint said.

Before Silver had the chance to properly relish his victory, he felt the cool metal of Flint’s blade hit his wrist and his sword clattered to the ground.

“Don’t let your guard down,” Flint admonished.

“I killed you!”

“You wounded me, yes, but I hardly think that blow would have slain me. Even if that had been a death blow, you must always be prepared to anticipate another attacker. Come on,” Flint nodded at Silver’s fallen sword, “Again.”

John Silver arrives on James’s doorstep on the twenty-fifth of December.  He has aged more years than the calendar would show for their time apart, but he is unmistakably himself.  James is somehow unsurprised to find him there, as though a door long left standing agape inside himself has been gently, snugly shut.

James has spent years raging and weeping and wondering through the maze of his sentiments about this man.  Now that he is here in the flesh, the primary thing James feels is relief.