the silver things
the kids are all right - youatemytailor - Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Black Sails
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Captain Flint/John Silver
Characters: Captain Flint (Black Sails), John Silver
Additional Tags: silverflint, Braid fic, silver being fascinated by flint’s hair, flint unwittingly adopting ten kids, silver having feelings about flint’s ten kids, i don’t even know what this is but THEY BOTH HAVE FEELINGS, mid s2 ish, silver is verklempt over dad flint and so am i, Fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, This is literally all fluff, i don’t know who i am anymore


It’s only when the children finally break through the dense crowd that Silver realises three things in rapid succession; they are all girls, none of them are older than ten, and all of them—all of them, including the tiny one trailing in the back with a thumb in her mouth and a one-eyed doll in her hand—are looking straight at Flint.

“What the—” Silver starts, slanting Flint an incredulous look, “Are they talking to you?”


There’s something about the cadence of his voice that makes Silver laugh, once. Then Flint glances at him out of the corner of his eye.

“Hang on,” Silver says, drawing close, “Do you know them?“




Metallic slime pallette from slim3tutorials on Instagram


I give you my word. But in order to do that you need to trust my judgement for a little while while yours is reeling.


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You know of me all I can bear to be known. All that is relevant to be known. You know my genuine friendship and loyalty. Can that be enough and there still be trust between us?


Crunchy New Years slime from glitter.slimes on Instagram

… she slipped her anger into something silky and attractive, like she was putting on a lacy nightgown.
—  Martha Schabas, Various Positions

All this will be for nothing. We will have been for nothing. Defined by their histories, distorted to fit into their narrative until all that is left of us are the monsters in the stories they tell their children.


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