Tumgik
#andromache of scythia imagine
just-a-german-girlx · 6 months
Text
15. Against the wall ~ Andromache of Scythia (nsfw)
Tumblr media
We go over the new fighting technique once more before deciding to act out the fight again.
"Come on, y/n! Look out for your left foot!" Andy shouts at me, attacking me in the technique we just covered. She manages to kick my left foot, which wasn’t in the right position anyways, and I fall to the ground with a grunt.
Andy pulls me up and pushes my back against the wall, one of her thighs sliding between my own to keep me in place, her hands wrapping around my throat.
"You’d be dead by now, y/n. You might not be dead permanently, but that doesn’t mean you should collect deaths as if they were trophies, hm?" Andy growls.
I fake choking noises, ready to flip us over and get the upper hand in the fight for once, but suddenly Andy shifts her legs, and her thigh presses directly against my clit.
I can't help but moan.
"A-Andy"
She smirks, leaning down and whispering in my ear. "Yes, little warrior?"
"Y-your l-leg," I moan as she moves it against my center.
"Do you want me to stop, y/n?" she says huskily, biting my earlobe.
I groan, gripping her shoulders.
"No...please.. " I breathe out.
"What do you want me to do, love?"
"Kiss me...please," I moan.
Andy leans back down, connecting our lips for the first time.
A few minutes of making out later, and I'm more aroused than I've ever been in entire my life. She massages my breast with one hand, her other hand on the wall beside my head, holding her up as she’s leaning forward.
I moan her name, bucking my hips.
She pushes them down with her hand before pushing her hand into my underwear, finding my wet heat.
She groans.
"Oh y/n, is that how you always feel around me?" She smirks and I nod. She hums and pushes two fingers inside me, earning herself a moan from me.
Kissing her way down my body, she pulls down my workout pants and underwear. Her fingers still thrusting in and out, she swirls her tongue around my clit, and I bury one hand in her short brown hair, the other one squeezing my own breast.
She inserts a third finger and sucks on my clit.
I scream her name as I reach my high.
Once I've calmed down, I pull Andy up and kiss her hungrily, flipping us over so she’s the one trapped against the wall, intending to give Andy a mind-blowing orgasm as well – and knowing that she will not object at all, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to push her against the wall in the first place.
Needless to say, our training wasn’t focused on fighting techniques and their practice, but neither of us minded, and Andy promised me to go extra hard on me in the next session to make up for it.
160 notes · View notes
non-un-topo · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media
153 notes · View notes
maarigolds · 2 years
Text
So anyway is Hob Gadling a long lost member of the old guard? Cause that's a fanfic I would love to read
136 notes · View notes
annie-creates · 1 year
Text
New Year's Eve
Pairing: Andromache of Scythia x reader
Genre: fluff
Words: 800
Note: Happy (late) New Year to you too! I wanted to celebrate with something special, so I chose the character there's allarmingly too little of fics for. Hope you'll like it!
Tumblr media
Andromache has seen many New Year’s Eves. Thousands of years worth of colorful lights and celebrations. Dozens of decades of resolutions and traditions, some of which disappeared already. The celebrations have evolved during her time on this earth exponentially. Nowadays it was a big deal. People bought bundles of fireworks, recorded commemorative videos and kissed loved ones right on the midnight.
To her it was just another commercial bullshit. A scheme designed to rip you of your money and generate profit. She couldn’t care less about sparklers, candles and cute sparkly outfits for a party. It was just another day for her, not different from the millions she already lived.
Yet lately things started taking a new turn in her life. It all started with you. A girl barely on the doorstep of adulthood whose life was taken too soon. Or so they thought. You were given another chance, a chance to take immortality and do the best you can with it. Looking for you took them months. Months of torturous dreams of a beautiful young woman dying. But they found you. In the end they always find each other, whatever it takes.
Andromache didn’t see you as anything more than a baby. A toddler compared to the length of their lives. What was over twenty years for you they could pass in a blink of an eye. That’s what happens when you live for hundreds of years. Your youth and naivety annoyed her. Your bright sight of the future and hopeful dreams angered the old Scythian. She couldn’t wait for the reality of the world to crash your hopes and dreams. For you to realize it was actually a helpless cruel place. One you could describe as hell even.
She hated the way you made everyone happier. As if you brought in the breath of fresh air, the youthful life they all forgot how to live. It showed her there are things she can’t provide for her team. She kept everyone safe, warm and sane for the most part. But even as the mighty leader there were things she couldn’t give. And to have someone, just a nobody and newbie like you, walk in and give it without expecting anything in return was a punch in her pace. A bitter pill to swallow.
Everyone knew you were a pain in their ass. You talked too much. You sang in the shower. You danced while making breakfast. You were addicted to your late night tv series. And yet they couldn’t imagine giving you back up. They’d fight for your life with their own. They never let any harm go your way. Maybe they also saw you as just a naïve child, needed to be protected from the real world outside. Her team warmed up to you and she could do no other, for the team is one and one is part of the team.
So Andromache studied you. She observed your interests, habits and hobbies. The books you liked to read, the kind of music you put on when you were left alone or the side of bed you like to sleep on. She analyzed and examined you. And with every new discovery she had to admit she too liked you the tiniest bit more. Your personality was really hard to stay angry with. Even when you messed up, she couldn’t be mad at you for more than a day. Especially when you made pancakes for breakfast to make up for your mistake.
That’s how she found herself agreeing to the crazy idea of buying fireworks for your first New Year’s Eve with them. Even when she wasn’t completely comfortable with the idea, it wasn’t the most stupid one you’ve had, so it seemed relatively safe. She of course didn’t let you anywhere near the pyrotechnics, leaving it up to Nicky and Joe to set them up. They didn’t need you to accidentally blow yourself up or something.
As the midnight neared and darkness fell over the sky, you all went outside to see the showcase of lights. With a loud countdown getting down to zero, the fireworks went off creating magnificent scenes in the sky. You hugged her without warning murmuring thank you’s into her chest, and she squeezed you to her, setting her head up on your own as her eyes roamed the colorful sky. Even if she wasn’t a fan of New Year’s Eves, she’d set the lights up for you every night just to see your joyful smile.
As everyone settled down around the living room back inside, she made sure to keep you close, as if to draw in a bit of your energy and cheerfulness. She couldn’t imagine her team, her family, without you anymore. You were the perfect piece into their complicated puzzle.
181 notes · View notes
sisitrip · 1 year
Text
Tag Game Tuesday ✨
Thanks for the tags, @energievie and @suzy-queued!
tea, coffee, or soda? Coffee; tea when I need serious comfort. I don't really like soda.
dogs or cats? Cats all day! But, I do like daschunds because, well they're like cats. Except they're puppies. Puppy-cats. 😂
can you play an instrument? A little piano.
what’s your sun sign? Taurus and I'm not stubborn like they say we are. I don't care what y'all say - I ain't obstinate.
first song lyrics that pop into your head?
"I needed space from you, But this doesn't look like space to me, oh, And you hate the things I do, And sometimes you hate me"
from Over the Ocean Call by Lizzy McAlpine.
do you have any tattoos? Yep.
favorite place you’ve traveled? Haven't found it yet. I imagine it's somewhere in my future.
what’s the last movie you watched? The Menu (as of this posting today). Great lesson on creating layered tension in writing and the loss of art through elitism.
what languages do you speak? English, Spanglish.
do you have any hobbies? Fandom's obvious, but I game (consoles/computer) a lot.
you can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? I'd give a lot to be able to hang out with Andromache of Scythia (aka Andy) from the Old Guard. What she saw, learned and helped to shape over the thousands of years she's been alive in this world? Whew. If I could bring a bud who would be just as enraptured by her sick skills and stories? Mickey Milkovich, without question.
compliment yourself: Now, why introduce this impossible task to my ecosystem of self-deprecation and avoidance? I'm ... I can ... Nope. Not right now.
I'll tag ... @annatrow @goodkwuestion @loftec @depressedstressedlemonzest @ianandmickeygallavich @shameless-notashamed @whatthebodygraspsnot
7 notes · View notes
myriadimagines · 3 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
[x] // requester: @fangirlsarah16 // request here
IMAGINE: ANDY FALLING FOR YOU AND THINKING THAT YOU’RE MORTAL, AND SHOCKING HER WHEN YOU GET KILLED DURING A MISSION AND COME BACK TO LIFE.
“Fuck.” Andy rushes to your side, clinging to your lifeless body as her heart breaks inside her chest. She should’ve known to watch your back better, knowing you’re the most vulnerable out of the group, but her focus slipped away for a brief moment, and you paid for it with your life.
Andy lowers her head, pressing her forehead against yours. She should’ve known better, she chastises herself, should’ve known better than to develop feelings for a mortal. 
She gasps as life shudders through your body, and she jumps back in shock as you jolt upright, hand clasped to your chest as you heave for a breath. Andy stares at you in shock, eyes wide before a smile sneaks its way onto her face. You turn to face her, and you stammer, “What- how...?”
“Holy shit,” Andy breathes out, staring at you in disbelief. All this time, she never suspected anything, and stare at her as the realisation dawns on you — the realisation that you’re just like her. 
107 notes · View notes
multifandomsimagine · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Imagine Andy comforting you when you fall in love with a mortal and they die
Maybe it was a good thing they died of illness instead of old age. At least [Name] didn’t have to leave them with no explanation as to why she wasn’t aging alongside them as the years went by. Instead, she was able to stay with them until the end, whispering comforting words as she held their hand while theirs deteriorated. Letting them see one familiar face before their eyes closed never to open again leaving the world with a smile on their face.
But that didn’t mean it hurt any less, [Name] thought as she sat a little way from the campfire the rest of the group set up. Though the group sat near the fireplace that didn’t mean they were ignoring her; everyone trying to be respectful and give her space to mourn. After all, they had stayed in the city longer than they meant to because of her pleading. Everyone knew how their relationship was going to turn out in the end. Booker even tried warning her against it but to no avail. After discovering her immortality and following all of the group’s advice, [Name] had just wanted to feel normal for once as her partner came up to her one day to court her. But as she soon came to realize, heartbreak also came with it.
Hearing footsteps near her, she didn’t have to look up to see who it was, having spent too much time with the group to not recognize who they belonged to. “I know you warned me against it for this exact reason, Andy.” [Name] said, wiping away her tears. “You don’t have to say anything.”
Andy sits next to her. “I wasn’t going to.” Taking [Name]’s hand, she gives it a soft squeeze, trying to show her comfort. Seeing as Andy wasn’t going to speak anymore, the tears began once more. Laying down, she rests her head on Andy’s lap as sobs begin to consume her, sobs muffled as she hid her face with her hands.
“It just hurts so much.”
259 notes · View notes
bi-bard · 4 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“Well, look at the bad ass model,” you said, skipping to catch up with Andy.
“Excuse me,” she replied with a small laugh.
“You heard me,” you sassed. “And hey, it made you smile didn’t it?”
“I guess you got a point there,” she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, dragging you along.
---------------------------------------------
Masterlist
What I Write For
Request Guidelines
Musical Prompts
Small Moments With...
When Worlds Collide (Doctor Who Crossover Series) Masterlist
69 notes · View notes
Final chapter of my lawyer!AU is up!!!
Many thanks to @nys30 for the idea inspiration and permission to use it! Hope y’all enjoy:)
If anyone has things they want to see! Feel free to message me!
5 notes · View notes
luminarai · 3 years
Text
Tumblr media
I recently drew a comic where I had sketched andy just sitting on a counter eating pasta directly from the pot and while I couldn’t make it work in the comic I feel like she deserves to be Seen
bonus annoyed immortal dorito shaped man
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
krimsnkramsart · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
Here´s my  Andromaquynh Secret Santa gift for @sententiousandbellicose <3
231 notes · View notes
mortt-artsy · 3 years
Photo
Tumblr media
Thanks to @itsme-imhere for the lines in vietnamese, they read: ‘Mây chẳng của trời / Mây của nhân gian’ meaning ‘Cloud is not of the sky / Cloud belongs to humanity’
2K notes · View notes
Photo
Tumblr media
Discoveries while grocery shopping are the best discoveries.
Tumblr media
+ Bonus Booker
Tumblr media
(btw I’m not crazy this toilet paper exists at least here in Italy and I may have bought it thinking I’m the most hilarous person in the world)
1K notes · View notes
andramaquynhs · 3 years
Text
I don't think we properly appreciate Andromache the Scythian in that big coat of hers. Such an imposing, tall woman swimming in a big chunk of cloth, she looks so adorable and comfy and soft. This is your stop to remember those scenes and appreciate Andy in a big coat.
212 notes · View notes
annie-creates · 1 year
Text
You can call me Andy
Pairing: Andromache of Scythia x reader
Genre: fluff (I guess)
Words: 900
Note: Happy International Women's Day! Let's celebrate with empowering women. Please be aware possible trigger of the loss of a child is mentioned here.
Tumblr media
Hot red. That’s all you could see amongst the walls of thick smoke. The fire was burning hot, making your skin sweat under the heavy suit. It might have protected you from the flames but it did nothing for the suffocating feeling inside. You should have stayed outside with your squad, that’s what the orders said.  Instead you threw yourself into the burning house on the mention of a missing child. If there was even an insignificant chance of saving said child, you’d take it.
You became a firefighter few years ago. It was never in your dreams nor imagined future, but after your life turned upside down it felt right. You needed to do something with yourself. Your husband divorced you few months after the funeral of your little baby girl. A few minutes of his mother’s inattention and your toddler couldn’t be saved. Imagine coming home to be told your baby has drown.
No amount of therapy or church visits could take the pain away. You tried to keep your marriage intact but it fell into pieces, with both of you overwhelmed with rage and guilt. You moved apartments, found a new job, got a hobby. But no matter what you did, you couldn’t escape the blame and nightmares.
Now you were running through the house as fast as you could, trying to find the child before your lungs won’t be able to handle it anymore. Your radio cracked with statics, the stern voice of your commander pushing its way through the thick air.
“Y/l/n, we have the child, get out of the house,” you could barely understand him over the cackling. “I repeat, get out of there!” you didn’t need much more convincing to flee the scene, trying to maneuver your path out of the burning hell. Your eyes were burning and you could hardly see your own steps, lungs nearly collapsing filled with smoke and ash. You could almost see the light from outside, when your vision turned black and your racing thoughts silenced your mind.
The first thing you’ve heard was machine beeping. Some regular, some unsteady. You leveled your breathing to the signals. Then you felt with your fingers and toes, the scratchy fabric of bedding. Slowly you opened your eyes, adjusting to the sharp light of the room. You were in what seemed to be a hospital room, surrounded by monitors and enginery. You lied in bed and your chief was just coming through the door.
“You’re up, good. You gave us a pretty crazy scare back there Y/l/n. Really we thought you’d be into pieces.” he shook his head assessing all the improbably scenarios how you survived. “But look at you, all up and in one piece. It’s like a miracle. You better not try that again.” with that he went back out to the hall, talking to a nurse.
You’ve spent the rest of the day being checked and questioned things from which you didn’t have answers to many. How did you survive a whole house collapsing onto you without as much as a scratch? How did your lungs and body just not give up? You couldn’t answer those questions even if you tried. Maybe it was God’s doing, deciding it’s not the time for you to go yet. Maybe you were gifted a second chance to save more lives and make things right.
You woke up to a consistent pinching to your leg. The room was darker and you could see the night sky out the window, clear indication you shouldn’t be awake at this hour. But the lady standing next to you had obviously thought differently.
“Get up,” was all she said throwing a pile of clothes on your bed.
“Excuse me..?” your sleep clouded mind had trouble processing all of this. “What..?”
“You think you survived by some miracle? You didn’t. You died, now you’re immortal and they know. We need to get out,” she clearly had a very low patience as she started aggressively shoving you to move when you didn’t get up immediately.
“What are you talking about!?” you mimicked her hushed tone, not really sure why you’re whispering in otherwise empty hospital room.
“You want to see for yourself?” she invited you to the door window, shoving you a pair of army officers in the hall, apparently investigating or guarding something. “Now, if you’d please get dressed so we can get out of here it’d be much appreciated.”
You did as she said, not really having many other choices. If it was any other situation, you’d argue with this stranger, but you’ve experienced so much weird stuff today you didn’t even question it anymore. Or maybe you were just too sleep deprived and groggy. Once you got dresses she took you by the hand, guiding you out to sneak around the guards through different hallways and corridors.
But it wouldn’t be your cursed luck someone didn’t notice you as you were exiting the building and didn’t call after you, successfully making everyone on the floor aware. Soon you were being chased by five security guards across the parking lot, hopping into a car parked nearby.
“Get in!” the woman commanded and you happily obeyed. She sped onto the street, maneuvering through the traffic.
“What’s going on? Who are you?” you questioned trying to catch your breath.
“Andromache the Scythian. But you can call me Andy.”
109 notes · View notes
diver5ion · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
183 notes · View notes