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[thefunnylady]

From Nassau With Love

By: Beelieve

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Flint raises an eyebrow.

“Are you going to kill me, my Lord?”

“Mr. Flint, how could you possibly think such a thing? After I went to such lengths to have you join us this evening, do you really believe I’d simply kill you?”

Us?

Hamilton smiles, seeing the question in his eyes.

“Oh, you didn’t know? I have a guest, one who’s been telling me the most interesting stories. I believe you two have met?”

Hamilton turns to pull back the curtain surrounding the bed, and Flint finds himself suddenly short on breath.

Speaking of vastly underdressed.

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(blacksailskinkmeme (Prompt 316) — Silverflinthamilton: Thomas f---s Silver with Flint watching, restrained.)

[thefunnylady]

We All Must Have | by: @gretamaya

Silver suddenly found himself pushed against the wall, Flint staring down at him. “Wha-“ was all Silver got out before Flint’s mouth was on his.                                 Flint managed to occupy them both for several minutes, taking time to run his hands through Silver’s curls, a thumb along his jaw, a palm along his side. Silver couldn’t do anything more than grip him.

Read it on AO3: https://bit.ly/2JY7KlE

(So, this is probably the third, maybe fourth thing I have ever done that involved painting humans. I am particularly happy with the faces, considering it is an area where I have struggled in the past. If anyone was interested, here are materials: Pencil: Faber Castell (F), Watercolor: Reeves, Paper: Strathmore: 140lb cold press).

[thefunnylady]

Silverflint Meme : 4 poem/lyrics 1/? 

It's easy to say, but it's never the same.                                                                  I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain.

Lewis Capaldi | Someone You Loved

[thefunnylady]

SilverflintDOW: Sept. 17th, 2018: Red, Fault, Drought

James found John in the barn, staring out at the bone-dry field, the setting sun making him a silhouette in the window of the haymow. Bare-chested, with his shirt slung over his shoulder, John and his beautiful skin, looked right at home bathed in that golden glow.

John's smile came as easy as the tip of his hat when he spotted James. “Evenin', Red.”

That nickname on John's lips burned in James' belly like a branding iron.

Later, James'll reason, it really wasn't his fault that his tongue had found that perfect bead of sweat running down John's neck.

They were in a drought, after all.

[thefunnylady]

de novo (from the new) by Beelieve 

Flint hesitates, swallowing back his uncertainty. His weakness.

It’s madness, adhering oneself to something so impermanent. To consider jeopardizing his plans for Nassau—to negate on a decade of blood and sweat and focused rage—simply because he feels beholden to a misguided inkling of paternal sentiment. Only a fool would even contemplate it.

And yet he wants to.

Jesus, does he want to.

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She finished it, ya’ll… and it is so good.

If you haven’t yet, read it on AO3: https://tinyurl.com/denovofin