sort of a welcome present for @theexistentiallyqueer who just finished watching the show for the first time! and i am 2 days late but at least it clearly got completely out of hand? no readmores bc they rarely work anyway. sorry, all.
i’m obsessed with silver and snark, so both of those feature heavily in most of these fics
TEQ also asked for max and madisilverflint, so if anyone has, please do add to this post!
and AngryPirateHusbands (mostly smut, always wonderful characterization, and m_b probably has the biggest variety of pairings since winning rarepair appreciation week with outstanding fics for some permutations of the cast no one else has ever thought of)
lacecat (AUs and poly ships for days plus some truly great canon stuff, including a ciswapped retelling of the whole show)
Undertow
by Cymbelines (wonderful example of one of my favorite sub-genres of silverflint, where silver quietly loses his bisexual shit after flint confessed to him that the love of his life was a dude)
And oh boy, did he succeed. I always think about this quote, when I watch him as Flint. Or when I talk to people, who say that Flint changed something. In them. In society. In our minds. Black Sails was a story like that. It lives with us now. Always will.
Silverflint drabble of the week, 22/10/18: Pirate, grace, fire.
Silver missed the colours of the south. This town was dreary; grey people, grey sky. His boat crunched ashore, and he vaulted the bow with a fluidity he knew unnerved strangers. Invalids weren’t supposed to move like spiders in the dark.
The gibbets stood on the embankment: three men – or what remained – beneath a sign which read ‘Pirates’. A shiver swept him, the ghost-touch of a previous life.
“There but for the grace of God go I,” he murmured. “What would we have done, Captain?”
That long-lost, longer-loved voice in his head whispered, ‘We would’ve rained fire down upon them’.
I told you we were deceived about its having been recovered by the Spanish. Wasn’t entirely true. You were deceived. I built the lie, enlisted the scouts, arranged the sale of the information to Captain Rackham. I conceived it all. You know, I’ve had my fill of hearing you go on about this crew being too weak to keep up with you. Some of them may be weaker than you, some of them may be less smart, but don’t you for a second believe I fit that description. Whatever happens out here, one thing is certain. You will account for me.
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