to sum up: i wrote a sex-filled sequel to the orange fic, AKA st. augustine is that way.
to expound: i’ve been down for a lot of reasons, and stressed for basically this whole year, and everyone is like 2016 and i agree for the most part, but i can’t call it all a wash because it brought me to Black Sails and this fandom and all you people and i’m so thankful for you all. so originally this was going to be a “i’m thankful for you all” thanksgiving gift, but then I missed that. then it was going to be a christmas gift, but i finished it too fast and i’m impatient as heck (i couldn’t even wait ‘til hannukah, wtf falling on the 24th this year).
so here’s a – “i’m so thankful for you all” end of november, almost to the end of this crummy year, still don’t know how i’m paying my rent tomorrow or what i’m eating for dinner tonight, humpdaaay – fic of john silver and james flint eating an orange and having sex.
i suggest having THIS play in the background for ambience and yes, “orange you glad” is actually the file name for this thing. it’s as dumb as the rest of this. i love you all.
Flint dreamt of cannon fire, and awoke with a start at the same time he heard a loud boom outside and a heavy weight pressed down on his back. He panicked for a moment, gripping a sword that wasn’t there, ready to roll over and strike, when a tattooed hand gripped his wrist, pinning him to the bed. A voice above him said, “Good morning, darling.”The panic left him immediately, and was replaced with irritation. Silver still held him by the wrist and seemed to have no intention of letting up. Flint managed to turn his head on the pillow to the other side to glare. “What are you still doing in bed?” he asked. “What’s the hour?”
orange you glad
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