The work was much, much too stressful for them, Dan in particular. He’d planned to make this something he was proud of, but at the rate he was going, that definitely wasn’t going to happen. Leave it to Phil to see right through his boyfriend and book a month-long trip to a remote cabin in Scotland to calm him down and clear their minds. The following is what ensues on the island. It’s basically 20k words of tooth-rotting fluff, a bit of sweet smut and mild angst. Enjoy!
Jess, thank you so much for writing such a lovely fic based on my art, you are a wonderful writer ♡ and Toby, thank you for being a fantastic beta for our team! Also, special thanks to @phandomreversebang for running this amazing event!
“Her uncle had died, and she had ascended the dais in his stead, a crown placed upon her head. Once, the nobility had tried to revolt. Once, Lord Galldrian of House Riatin had mustered enough support to march on the capital. Once, she had put whole towns to the sword. Once, she had lined the streets of the capital with the heads of traitors — one for every corner, for every street lamp. Once, she had stalked through Cairhien with saidar on her lips and blood soaked up the hems of her dress. Once, she had confiscated estates all across the countryside, throttling the flow of coin into those Houses who had forgotten the meaning of loyalty, who had forgotten their place, letting them die the slow death of obscurity and ruin.
Now, they are afraid to speak her name. Now, the Sun Throne is secure beyond all measure. Now, her rule is absolute.”
“What does this mean…” Sam whispered, setting his forehead on Bucky’s shoulder.
“We could…” Bucky trailed off, then he became silent, “What do you want?”
or
Sam, an amateur artist, and Bucky, an international nude model, blur the lines of work, ending up being unprofessional to the point that they’d need to end it.
