"Oh, you haven't read the classics..." I'VE READ THE CLASSICS
✨Dramione edition✨
Manacled by senlinyu
Rights and Wrongs by LovesBitca8
Isolation by bexchan
The Fallout by everythursday
Breath Mints / Battle Scars by Onyx_and_Elm
Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by isthisselfcare
Wait and Hope by mightbewriting
Meet Your Match by morriganmercy
Measure of a Man by inadaze22
Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse by rizzlewrites
Secrets and Masks by EmeraldSlytherin
Remain Nameless by HeyJude19
Bring Him To His Knees by musyc
The Eagle's Nest by HeartOfAspen
Dragon's Heartstrings by pinkinku
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Mushy May Day 2: Late Night Snacks
Cirrus and Swiss share a moment while everyone else is asleep.
Mushy May put together by @forlorn-crows <3
Divider by @ghuleh-recs <3
Cirrus yawns as she leans heavily on the edge of the kitchen sink, the light low and yellow as she turns down the dimmer. The cold ceramic tile under her feet is enough to keep her awake, alongside the growl in her stomach.
She waits for the toaster, the heating elements glowing a bright orange that almost remind her of Dewdrop's eyes when he gets upset. Cirrus plays with the end of the ties on her sweatpants, willing herself not to jump when the toaster pops, but fails anyways, laughing softly at herself as she collects the two halves of her everything bagel on a paper plate.
"Evenin', whisp," an easy voice filters into the kitchen, and Cirrus jumps higher than she did when the toaster popped.
"Swiss," she gasps, laughing with a hand over her chest. "Quit being so damn quiet."
He smiles, scratching idly at his stomach as he moves over to one of the cabinets, bare chested and barefoot. "Where's the fun in that?" he teases, reaching up for the bulk jar of trail mix on the top shelf. Cirrus watches appreciatively as the muscles in his back flex as he stretches.
Cirrus grins, turning away from him to fish a butter knife from the drawer. "Can't sleep?"
"I don't know how many times you've spent the night with them," Swiss says, tossing a handful of dried fruit and nuts into his mouth. "But damn, the little bug can snore. And then I was hungry, so here I am."
She smiles over her shoulder at him, flashing him with sharp teeth before. "Same boat. At least, the hungry part, not the snoring. You know Cue doesn't snore."
Swiss snorts, picking out a cashew with his claws. "Nah, she doesn't. A real angel, isn't she? At least, as close as we get."
"You've got that right." Cirrus hums, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear as she grabs the container of soft goat cheese from the fridge, the stuff that Mountain brings in from the Abbey's goat herd. "Could you be a dear and grab the honey jar for me, switchblade?"
He doesn't answer, but sets the trail mix down to root in the cupboards again.
"Thanks," she says, smearing the goat cheese over her bagel, the knife scraping over the crispy, toasted sides. Swiss passes her the honey and a spoon, even without her asking, and she flashes him a smile in thanks.
The cheese melts over the bagel, enough to get soft and spreadable, and Cirrus drizzles a little honey over each half.
"That looks good," Swiss says through a mouthful of peanuts and almonds. "I should try that next time."
Wordlessly, Cirrus takes half of her bagel and holds it out, not looking up at him as she finishes putting honey on the other half, closing the jar one handed. "Wanna bite?"
"You're too sweet, whisp," Swiss says, swallowing the trail mix with a dramatic gulp. Some of the honey's started to drip off of the edge, getting her fingers sticky. Cirrus jolts as she feels something hot and wet, turning to catch Swiss's mischievous gaze as he licks the dripping honey.
She rolls her eyes, but she matches his grin as he takes a bite.
"Shit, that's good," he says with his mouth full. Cirrus takes a bite next to where he did, letting her eyes shut as she eats, the goat cheese tangy on her tongue.
"Mhm," she agrees, chewing. There's a rustle as Swiss shoves his hand back into the trail mix jar. She knows without opening her eyes that he's picking out a handful of M+Ms.
They stand there in near silence, just existing together as they eat. Cirrus sways slightly, the feathered tuft of her tail brushing against the tile. "M+M me?" Cirrus asks, brushing a few crumbs and sesame seeds from her tanktop.
Swiss's mouth quirks up in a smirk, and he tosses her a blue one. She catches it and pops it in her mouth before she turns to put the goat cheese back in the fridge, her paper plate in the garbage. "Thank you, switchblade."
"For you, whisp? Anything," he says, batting his eyes as he downs his handful of candy. "Swear to the father below these get so much better when they're in trail mix."
"It's the salt," Cirrus yawns, stretching until something in her back pops like a glow stick. Swiss groans in sympathy, turning to close the trail mix jar and put it back on the top shelf.
"Yeah, that's probably it," he says, shutting the cabinet door. "I'm heading back to bed, Cir. Get some sleep?"
Cirrus smiles, running her fingers through her hair. "That's the plan, I need to get back in bed before Cue wakes up. Don't like her waking up alone."
Swiss takes a deep breath. "I get it. I'm the same way about the bug."
Cirrus steps to leave the kitchen, but then there's a big hand curling gently around her bicep, and she lets herself be pulled gently into the multighoul's arms. "Good night, whisp," Swiss says, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She smiles. "Good night, switchblade."
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Fics I Enjoyed in March
7 fics total. Includes fics from the following fandoms: Black Sails
frail and fragile bars by Ajaxthegreat
Black Sails | James Flint/John Silver | 21k | Explicit
“I think you fuck,” Silver says. By which he means, with great intent: I think you are human. I know you are human. I see you.
All Our Yesterdays by trill_gutterbug/@trillgutterbug
Black Sails | James Flint/John Silver | 2k | Teen & Up
“It might do you good to stop wallowing in your own filth,” Flint replies. “Although just as likely you’d dissolve completely.” Silver shakes his head. “If you haven’t, I certainly won’t.” Flint opens his hand invitingly. “Come find out.” Silver regards him thoughtfully for a long moment. “We won’t fit.” Flint adjusts himself, sitting up straighter. He lifts one dripping leg onto the edge of the rim, opening a vee of space in the water. “There’s room.”
two dead boys stood up to fight by vowelinthug/@vowel-in-thug
Black Sails | James Flint/John Silver | 6k | Teen & Up
4x09 flashback fic, made gayer because flint looks like THAT while sparring, and silver is not actually Long John Silver. which is to say, he's only human.
Spit-Roasted by x_etoile_x/@etoilesombre
Black Sails | James Flint/John Silver | 6k | Mature | Part 1 of our feast is but beginning
Flint should walk away. Silver can figure out how to feed the men, it isn’t his problem. But roasting a pig is so easy, and when was the last time he had a hand in creating something rather than destroying it? Anyway, what else is he doing, with Billy taking the crew in hand with such annoying competency? He absolutely does not think about why he is reluctant for this interaction with Silver to end. “Go get another pig,” he says before he can reconsider. “Do exactly as I say.”
Gentille Alouette by x_etoile_x/@etoilesombre
Black Sails | James Flint/John Silver | 11k | Explicit | Part 2 of our feast is but beginning
As the crew of the Walrus pursues the Urca gold, Silver finds himself in need of help to maintain the illusion that he is a competent cook, and turns to Flint once more.
The Salt and the Sea by x_etoile_x/@etoilesombre
Black Sails | James Flint/John Silver | 60k | Explicit | Part 2 of Another Troy to Burn
John Silver was always able to make the best of a situation. If this particular situation had started to feel complicated, well, a vast fortune ought to prove clarifying. Whatever he might have imagined he'd seen in Flint, the reality was they had used each other. And he had been set to walk away on top. Except now he couldn't. Now he was trapped.
the whole estate of mortal man by Amiril/@runawaymarbles
Black Sails | James Flint/John Silver | 43k | Teen & Up
Silver has a limited memory, an unlimited lifespan, and a need for human souls. He spends months trying to buy Flint's.
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