An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
this is the fic that i wrote for ScotSwap! it's a canon divergence fic about Marthe

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
this is the fic that i wrote for ScotSwap! it's a canon divergence fic about Marthe
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Marthe turns up at Midculter c. Queen's Play (while Francis is away). Richard handles it better than expected.
My fic for #scotswap2025 for the lovely @morethanfantasy! Hope you enjoy the Crawford siblings :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My contribution to this year’s ScotSwap fanfic/art exchange.
Rating: G
Words: 1,893
Summary:
Following his trial in Edinburgh, Lymond returns to Midculter. To return means facing his past - which goes far further than he might imagine.
Set after Game of Kings, but contains some (light) references for later in the series, and non-spoilery House of Niccolo nods.
For @whodunnett1526 - I really enjoyed thinking about the prompt and how to connect the two series, thank you, and I hope it’s worked out ok!
Aaand now I’m off to look at all the rest 😁
ScotSwap 2025 for @magpiefngrl (A03 link)
The sun warmed Jerott's face as he listed to the tune gently being spun at his side, music rising and falling with emotion, carried away by the enchanting voice of the singer. Softly, dreamily...
"Sleeping while I toil for your pleasure, Jerott?"
His eyes snapped open, music gone, meeting the piercing gaze of cornflower blue. Heat rushed to his face and he began to make protesting noises before catching the soft laugh and beginnings of a smile.
"Ah, mon cher, I would play you to sleep any day. Though perhaps we can find a better resting place for your pretty head than your hand, yes?" Haloed in golden light Francis leaned forward, brushing a light kiss on the tip of Jerott's nose, then patted the soft blue velvet of his knee. "Come, dream away of meadows and sunsets, larks and sweets. Though I pray you spare a moment to dream of me also. Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit, cras amet."
The delicate fingers teased his hair as he settled himself comfortably before returning to their work, the music carrying out the window into the clear sky beyond.
new fic: treasured sin
It's reveals for ScotSwap2025!! I wrote a Jerott/Francis slash fic for @thecrenellations, which you can read here: treasured sin (Jerott x Francis, 2.5k, M)
If you ever wondered: What if Jerott and Francis did some kissing during canon?? Then this fic is for you too :DD
A million thanks to our fantastic mod @stripedroseandsketchpads <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
while I’m back on tumblr, gonna share this bit of fun from the summer!