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annie-creates · 1 year

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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!

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.

#andromache #andromache x reader #andy andromache of scythia #andromache x you #andromache of scythia x reader #andromache the scythian #andromache the scythian x reader #charlize theron #andy x reader #andromache of scythia #the old guard #fanfiction #fanfic

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bearinarockingchair · 8 days

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Something I’ve been working on and am finally sharing! Should be posting the rest tomorrow ☺️:

Hob's Adventures: 1640

Quynh doesn't let herself hope, not yet. She glares and asks, "Why?"

"Long story. Let's just say I've been in a similar position and wouldn't wish the same fate on anyone else.

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Hob is sitting in an alleyway in Liverpool when he hears about the two demonic witches that refuse to die and an iron coffin being made for one of them. It hits too closely with his own witch trial and he's just crazy enough to think he might be able to help. It's not like he has anything better to do, and maybe it will be a good story to tell the stranger next time they meet.

#the old guard #the old guard movie #the old guard comics #tog #the sandman #quynh #quynh the old guard #andy x quynh #andromache the scythian #hob gadling #yusuf x nicolo #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #joe x nicky #fanfiction #fanfic

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goldheartedsky · 4 months

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Chapter One on Ao3

(Please be mindful of the authors note on this one and please do not come with hate. I promise that this story is being given just as much nuance as all of the other tough topics I’ve written.)

#the old guard #the old guard fanfiction #andy x booker #my fic #tog fanfic #yes this involves real world politics so let this be your warning

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yuliares · 1 year

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A scene from this beautiful fic by @astrabear, which is so lovely and bittersweet and cathartic, especially as I think about family and age and thankfulness this season. If you can handle the feels, this is a gem.

I Hope That I Get Old Before I Die (The Old Guard) by astraea215

Team as family, post-canon, heartfelt, mortality and grief

#fanfic rec #fanart of fanfiction #fanart #the old guard #andy andromache of scythia #yusuf al kaysani

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astrabear · 8 months

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Chapters: 2/7 Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Andy | Andromache of Scythia/Quynh | Noriko Characters: Andy | Andromache of Scythia, Quynh | Noriko, Booker | Sebastien le Livre, Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Lykon (The Old Guard), Nile Freeman Additional Tags: Minor Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Minor Andy | Andromache of Scythia/Quynh | Noriko/Lykon, Canon Compliant, Pre-Canon, Post-Canon, Attempted Historical Accuracy, 5+1 Things, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Fanart, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Humor, Team as Family Summary:

“Maybe it’s not actually here?”

Andromache shook her head, frustrated. “It’s here. I know it’s here. It’s just not where I thought it would be. Looks like you’ll have to help me. You start from that end, I’ll start from this end.” She didn’t even look at Quỳnh to confirm, just started rooting through the nearest crate as if there was no question Quỳnh would go along. Which, to be fair, there wasn’t. Quỳnh sighed, sat down in the clear space she’d made, opened an ancient wooden chest, and got to work.

Or: Quỳnh and Andy take a three-millennia walk down memory lane.

Or: 5 items from Andy's past that weren't the right gift for Nile, and 1 that was. Fic by astraea215, art and beta reading by sassy_wartime_nun.

(Fully written, mostly edited, will post as everything gets finalized)

It’s up! It’s up! My big beautiful giant baby is finally making its debut!

#the old guard #the old guard fanfiction #the old guard fanart #andromache the scythian #andromaquynh #quynh the old guard #they're all there but it's andy and quynh pov

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raissahandeson-blog · 2 months

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Vulnerable

Well guys, I decided to rewatch The Old Guard and I simply found myself falling in love with all those charming characters.

I always thought that Nile and Andy have such intense chemistry that it would be a sin to have so few stories between the two of them and that was the reason that led me to write this. I confess that most of this story was written via translator, since my knowledge of English is very limited, and this is the first story I've written… So I apologize in advance for the various errors you found here.

Anyway, I think that having said that, I really liked the option of adding color to the sentences and that's why I found it interesting to separate Andy and Nile's lines by color. Nile will have all the dialogues in purple while Andy has red, just because I think they really suit them lol.

This is an art that I simply loved by an incredible artist called Rune, I'll leave the link below so you can check out more of his work. https://www.deviantart.com/rune-arts

The last year has been completely crazy for Nile, ever since his first death on duty in Afghanistan. The discovery of her own immortality, discovering the existence of an army of immortals that she was now a part of, the struggle in the laboratory and Andy's recent mortality, it was all a very radical change.

Her life was turned upside down, having to leave the Marines, her dream of following in her father's footsteps, her family, and gaining a new one made up of dysfunctional but extremely welcoming and loving immortal people.

At first, Nile believed that it would be difficult to fit into that group, after all, everyone there had known each other for centuries and orbited around each other easily. It was surprising when she realized that she didn't need to make an effort to try to be accepted, as she did in the marines, she already had everyone's respect and consideration since the day of the confrontation in Merick's Laboratory when she decided to return to save everyone. .

After the first two crazy weeks they finally had time to settle down and rest, keeping as close to a normal routine as possible. Of course, there were still the physical training and sparring sessions that used to go on until someone ended up with too many broken bones to stand, but it was still pretty close to normal.

Nile realized that each member of his new family played an important role in keeping everyone together.

Nick was the wittiest, always having a funny story or witty joke to make the group laugh.

Joe, in turn, was the one who brought the most empathy and sensitivity to everyone, always being available to be a shoulder to lean on when needed without asking questions or judging.

Nile took on what she believed to be the role of Brooker, obtaining digital information and obtaining false documents. But soon she realized that her importance went beyond that, she was the one who reminded everyone that even the little things were worthy of attention. Small discoveries, gestures, she helped everyone understand that what they did was really worth it.

And Andy in turn was the force that kept everyone standing, no matter how bad things got, no one would dare doubt that it would work if their leader was at the front, paving the way for everyone to continue.

The latter managed to establish herself in a large part of Nile's heart, even though she tried to deny it at first, as time went by and as she lived with her leader, it became increasingly clear that this woman was much more than a lethal warrior. She was a kind, caring woman who, despite carrying enormous emotional baggage, went to great lengths to make them feel loved and protected.

At first Andy seemed convinced of turning Nile into his apprentice, teaching her much of what she knew about weapons and combat, saying that she would need to be prepared in case things got ugly. She never dared to say more than that, but Nile could understand what was behind this urgency to make her fit to fight: Her time was now numbered and when she was no longer here, it would be her apprentice's job to continue maintaining all united and safe. Thinking about this brought sadness to Nile's heart, thinking that at some point she might no longer be with them, the simple idea of losing her in the middle of one of her missions made his stomach tighten. That's why she dove head first into training, trying harder and harder to get better, she wanted to do everything she could to make sure Andy wouldn't fall during the fight, make sure she could shadow her and keep her safe.

It didn't take long for everyone to realize this when the following missions appeared and Nile continued to constantly hover around the warrior Scythian, even in situations where her leader's experience was more than enough to resolve the situation.

Joe and Nick knew it wouldn't take long for Andy to get impatient and confront Nile about all this overprotection. And they were right, after an interception mission in Serbia, when everyone finally reached the safe haven, the Boss then snapped.

-Before anyone leaves for the rooms, we need to talk. We can't continue working with you treating me like a piece of glass that could break at any moment. I said it before and I repeat it, the fact that I'm no longer immortal doesn't change anything, I'm still the boss and I'm still giving the orders. -Andy barks throwing her equipment bag across the room as she heads to the bar next door to get a bottle of gin. Everyone else stops standing around the room in amazement.

-We're not questioning your authority Andy, but it doesn't make sense to put you in the direct line of fire if all 3 of us can do it without major damage. - Nile rationalizes trying to get closer to her.

-To me this seems to go over my authority, I'm the leader here and I've experienced a lot more than you three together. I know what I'm doing, I appreciate your concern, but I was in wars before I was immortal, fighting for my people and my family, and I will continue to do so until my last day. You have no right to try to intervene in this. - Andy plops down on the couch, taking a generous sip of his drink while the rest of the team stares at him in amazement. In a matter of seconds, Nile's expression goes from shock to anger and hurt, making any fear he had about facing the woman in front of him disappear.

-A shit we don't have, we are your family and we care about you. Say what you want but you can't make me watch you kill yourself while I stand by and do nothing. We love you Andy and we're not going to accept this stupid suicidal game you're playing, at least I'm not going to.

This is the boys' cue to lock themselves in their room, they know that dealing with their boss's mortality has not been easy, especially for Nile who seems to have become increasingly close to her. They understand both points of view and know that it is an issue that both women need to resolve between themselves, there is no reason to intervene.

Meanwhile in the room, Andy is surprised by the attitude of the younger woman in front of her, who is now staring at her with eyes blazing with anger and her jaw clenched, demonstrating the strength of her discontent.

-You're just a child Nile, you haven't seen almost anything in life, that's why you keep insisting on that. It's no use, I'm not going to change my position in relation to how we carry out operations and I'm also not going to allow you to continue taking focus away from the mission to ensure my safety. - Andy finally gets up, coming face to face with Nile, who is now breathing heavily.

-You know what, fuck you, I'm not going to change my mind either so if you think you can't handle this, just leave me out. I'd rather be left alone than have to watch you kill yourself. - Nile shouts in front of her before turning around and leaving, slamming the front door with enough force to shake the walls next to it.

Andy throws herself onto the sofa again with a huff while taking another long drink of Gin, she didn't want to be harsh with Nile, but she couldn't bear to see the girl throwing herself in front of all the danger ahead, just to protect her. And if one day, because of one of these distractions, the boys or Nile herself were captured, she would not be able to deal with this guilt anymore, after Quynh she would not be able to lose anyone else, if someone needed to fall, then let it be her.

Yet her heart sank as she remembered the broken expression Nile wore as he left the shelter. It was painful to see the girl like this, even more so because of her, she got used to having the youngest always around, smiling and excited about every little thing, this woke up a side that had been dormant for a long time and it still kept her up constantly at night. Initially she just wanted to be his mentor, teach everything she could in the time she still had and make sure Nile could feel welcome with them.

But somewhere along the way things changed, without realizing it she became closer and the relationship that was supposed to be mentor and mentee became stronger than that. She could remember more than one occasion when she woke up with Nile curled up with her on the couch after a movie or after an intense mission that kept them both up late into the night. It became natural to look for each other to try to calm down and end up sleeping tangled up in some corner of the shelter they were in. The following morning, both separated without further comment on what happened during the night.

She insisted on ignoring this because she knew it wasn't fair to Nile, the young woman still had a lot of time and didn't deserve to have to carry the weight of having already lost someone close to her in such a short period of time. Still, she knew she had been too harsh and shouldn't leave the younger woman tormenting herself with her own thoughts. From what she knew of that girl, she would be imagining at this point that the problem was the fact that Andy thought she was too young to be trusted. Taking the last sip from the bottle she finally stood up and followed her apprentice out the door.

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Nile managed to hold back her tears long enough until she reached the front door, but she collapsed as soon as she crossed the threshold and slammed the door behind her. She couldn't believe how the woman she so admired and cared about could go from being the kindest person she'd ever met to the dumbest person on Earth. Nile imagined the size of the nightmares that accompanied Andy for so many years of wandering around, but still, she refused to accept the indifferent way she treated her own life. Sometimes it seemed like she really wanted to die, thrown into danger without any real need, and how

if the love that others had for her were worthless.

Yes, love, it took Nile a long time to assimilate and accept this new feeling she had for her mentor. But with the growing fear of losing her during a mission, it became clear that there was no reason to continue lying to himself. She remembers clearly when it finally dawned on her that the worry was much more than that.

She always had music as a sunny refuge, a place where she could go and forget about all her problems and sadness. The first time she discovered how comforting this shelter was was when a soldier showed up at her house to deliver the news of her father's death. She cried for hours and every time she tried to sleep, she would start sobbing again. Then she remembered the mp3 that her father had given her as a gift and connected the headphones, from then on, whenever things got difficult, it was in music that she sought solace.

She looked for music when she had to endure being humiliated when joining the navy, she looked for music when she died for the first time and had to see the looks of her fellow soldiers judging her as if she were a freak. She turned to music as she processed the idea that she would truly never see her family again and that the person who would understand her most was in exile for the next 100 years.

Music was always there as a consolation, until Andy came along and changed everything. His refugee became the older woman, even though through conversation or being silent in each other's company, it brought Nile the peace and comfort that music used to provide.

That's when she knew for sure that the group's elder wasn't just someone she wanted to learn to fight with, she was someone she wanted to fight for, to be close to and be able to enjoy every little moment by her side. That's when she realized this was love.

But unfortunately, just as much as Andy managed to calm her down, she also managed to be the one who took him off track. For months, the older woman started to be more careless with herself during missions and adamant about taking extra care like vests and things like that. This was driving the youngest girl crazy, because every day the fear of not being able to be enough to protect her became greater along with the frustration of not being able to change her mind.

Today she simply exploded and I couldn't control my anger when I saw Andy talking like that, it seemed like all the closeness they had had over the last few months didn't exist and the oldest still saw her as just an inexperienced child.

This hurt her more than she would like to admit, so she was tough enough to claim that she would rather not be part of the group than take orders from her and watch her die. In a way she doesn't regret it, but her heart still hurts, imagining what she would do if she really had to move away from the group and especially from her.

Then again she found herself with the clean cell phone that Copley gave her, headphones and her comfort playlist. She was sitting in front of the lake to the east of the house that served as her shelter, watching the movement of the trees and the water while trying to control her own crying, she didn't want to think anymore about all the mess she had gotten herself into. What she wanted most now was to sit there and be able to forget about her own mess for a few hours until she worked up enough courage to return home.

And she let herself be so deeply carried away by the sound that floated through her headphones with her eyes closed, that she didn't notice Andy approaching or sitting next to her, until the heat of her body alerted her to her presence. She opened her eyes quickly in fright until she realized who was next to her and then replaced her expression from astonishment to sadness.

-Hey? -Andy said, sitting next to her, looking at her face, probably swollen from crying a few minutes ago, with a weak smile.

-If you just came to tell me that you'd prefer me not to be on the team, you don't need to try to be nice. Just tell me your decision and I'll follow through with it. -Nile responds defensively, imagining that the woman in front of her just came to tell her that she doesn't trust her enough to continue with the work they do. She turns so she can face Andy fully and see her expression when she finally says what she decided.

-Nile, I don't want to fight anymore and much less do I want you to leave far away. Now you are my family too and I care too much to leave you behind, and I care even more about seeing you taking so much effort to protect me and neglecting your own safety.- At that moment Andy also turns around so he can get a better look at the younger woman, sad to meet his desolate gaze.

-My safety? it is serious? I'm immortal Andy, for God's sake, if there's anyone who can and should put themselves in the line of fire, it's me and the boys. This concern is meaningless, the problem is that I'm the newbie, right? Has all the effort I've been making to prove some value been in vain?

It becomes too much for Andy to continue watching Nile fall deeper and deeper into this pit of guilt and demands. She then holds the youngest by the chin so she can look directly into her eyes and understand what she is talking about.

-You are immortal but you are not immune to being captured, tortured and many other things. It pains me to say this out loud Nile, but I am no longer unbeatable and if that happens, I cannot guarantee that you will be rescued. Remember what happened last time? If it weren't for you, the rest of the team would still be there because I'm not strong enough to save everyone, and after Quynh I can't lose anyone else, and I don't want to lose you. I'd rather my death ensure everyone's safety than put you at risk.- Andy says each word without looking away from Nile, trying to convey all her vulnerability and fear, trying to make her understand.

-Not so strong? Andy, you are the most badass woman to have walked this Earth, immortal or not. Your strength is beyond physics, it comes from within, it is what keeps us firm and hopeful for better days, you are the pillar of who we are and we won't make it without you, not if you decide to give up. I can't do this without you and I don't want to, all I ask is that you be more careful, whether it's wearing a vest, or letting us help, we're a team and there's no reason to do everything alone.

These words seem to disarm Andy, who reduces the rest of the distance between their faces and captures Nile's lips with hers in a chaotic and intense kiss. She pours all her feelings into this and Nile realizes how difficult it had been for the older woman to deal with all of this, her appreciation for her was obvious and having to deal with this just when her mortality appears, doesn't seem easy at all.

She is taken out of her reverie when Andy's tongue asks for passage, which she willingly gives in to, the kiss becomes increasingly involved and needy and without realizing it, she is grabbing her waist wanting to bring her closer. She always imagined that Andy would be a good kisser, but between imagining and being able to experience it, there was a scary difference, even more so when her hands start to roam the younger girl's body, squeezing and trying to pull her towards her.

They continue like this for what seems like hours until air is needed and Nile moves away, their foreheads continue to touch but it's enough for both of them to catch their breath as they look at each other. Andy looks at her affectionately while stroking the side of her face tenderly, even with the feeling that the best thing would be to spare Nile from all the pain that may come along with this new feeling, she is convinced that she doesn't need to be so rational and that the woman in front of her, despite her young age, is intelligent enough to decide for herself.

-I still think this could hurt you girl, but I don't have the right to decide that for you, but still, I need to remind you, I will die, it may not be today or tomorrow, but it will happen. And I need you to make sure you can follow through with this?

-I know that, but you're worth the risk. - Nile replied with a smile - All I want is to enjoy this time we still have, be it ten years or half a century. I also need your guarantee that you will take more care, for me… can you promise me that?

-Half a century? I think we're being optimistic here, I'm sure when I start to get all wrinkled you'll change your mind - Andy responds making them both laugh - But ok, I promise to try, for us.

Then Nile kisses her again, this time trying to convey all the feeling present at that moment, a mix of joy and love, which she never dreamed that one day she would finally be able to experience. They spend the rest of the afternoon like this, cuddling and kissing, sitting together by the lake as they watch the sun set and the night come to life, revealing a sky full of stars.

Hours later they finally return to the house, it is quiet and dark, the boys are probably in the bedroom sleeping, and they decide to do the same. Finally, the tiredness of the mission and all that discussion reached them, and they threw themselves onto the sofa and let sleep take them to a peaceful night's sleep, like so many others who shared in the same way. This time when they wake up, there will be no need to pretend to forget what they shared that afternoon, this time they have the hope and power to write their story together.

#the old guard #andy & nile #Andy #andromache of scythia #nile freeman #safica #found family #andy x nile #imortal #the old guard 2 #the old guard fanfiction #the old guard fic

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saiditallbefore · 4 months

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Fanfic: say you'll remember me

The Old Guard

Rated T, 1k, Andy/Nile

Nile crosses her arms and gives what she probably thinks is a stern look. Maybe it would be effective on someone who hadn’t hasn’t lived for millennia, but as it is, Andy feels a little like she’s being scolded by a puppy. But Nile is probably feeling guilty for Andy getting shot. And besides, Andy likes puppies.

Written for Femslash Ex 2033

#the old guard #andromache the scythian #andromache of scythia #andy x nile #nile freeman #the old guard fanfiction

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druckkugelschreiber · 1 year

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Writing the old guard fanficiton is just constantly googling when a certain historical event happened, where everyone might have been at the time and deciding what language they’d use their petnames in

#obviously Booker is french #but Andy?#I just made up a language based of greek #it's not like scythia left a dictionary behind #but I do adore the petname I came up with #Andy and Brooke #the old guard fanfiction #the old guard #creative writing #and I think Nicky and Joe probably would use italian as they're shown speaking itlian with each other in the movie

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lovelikedestiny · 2 years

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Quiet Night

When Nile enters their new safe house, the first thing she does is sneeze hard. "Damn, nobody seems to have dusted this place for a long time."

"That’s because it's one of Andy's hermit caves," Joe says, grinning, coming through the door behind her, and then sneezes with such a heavy movement he almost bangs his head against the door frame. This immediately prompts him to press his hand to his forehead and turn to Nicky. "Did you see that, habibi ? The door frame almost cracked my skull! Can you kiss it to make me feel better?"

While the corners of Nicky's mouth twitch suspiciously, causing both Nile and Joe to relax noticeably, and he willingly takes a step towards Joe, Andy pushes past them with a barking cough and drops her bag on the floor.

"You didn't even graze the door frame, Joe." Andy surveys the interior, hands on her hips, and Nile has to admit that the rooms don't look too bad, except for the fact that the house is in dire need of thorough cleaning.

"So what?" Joe tilts his head slightly forward and Nicky first blows on the spot he’s showing him and then places a kiss on the skin. "Just the idea of my head hitting the door frame was enough."

"I think the only way to cope with such a shock is with hot chocolate." Nicky gently rubs his thumb across Joe's forehead, allowing the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth to become more obvious. Especially in his eyes.

"Hot chocolate? I'm in,” Nile interjects and properly sets her things on a chair, which she roughly wipes with her hand beforehand. "I'd like one before and after we clean, please. The amount of dust that's gathered here should keep us busy for a few hours, and I'll take any reward I can get."

“Andy isn't really into cleaning. If you don't pop into her premises regularly to check up on her, you may eventually not find her at all.” Nicky's teasing is as soft as his voice. He closes the door behind them, but remains so close to Joe that their shoulders brush. The only sign that the last breakdown a week and a half ago is still in his bones.

"It's not that bad!" Andy protests indignantly, but she smiles. "I could be persuaded to clean with hot chocolate. But on the other hand, I still have my gunshot wound and..."

"I can't believe you're pulling this act, Andromache." Joe widens his eyes in exaggerated horror and takes a few staggering steps backward - careful not to move out of Nicky's reach - before slumping against the door. "The great warrior fishing for pity, unbelievable."

Both Andy and Nicky watch Joe's theatrical performance with mild amusement, while Nile involuntarily bursts out laughing, which only makes Joe breathe and sigh more exaggeratedly. After the unbearable silence and dejection due to Nicky's breakdown, laughter is like music to Niles' ears.

"Be glad that I'm making the house available to you at all. You and Booker have stayed here several times before, so don't act like this is some kind of hole,” Andy instructs Joe, but there's no heat in her words.

"Sorry, Andy, but Nicky and I prefer running water." Joe's grin gets even broader, which shouldn't be possible.

Andy huffs. "Asshole."

"The faster we move from the spot, the faster I can get my hands on the hot chocolate I was promised," Nile announces, giving Andy a tiny nudge to get her to step further into the house. "Come on, I don't plan on spending all day cleaning."

"I can take over the kitchen," Nicky offers and acknowledges the wink, which Nile - overconfident due to the good mood - throws at him with a gentle smile, that, however, doesn’t diminish the amused sparkle in his eyes. "Any requests for the chocolates?"

While Andy and Joe immediately pour a rain of their suggestions onto Nicky and follow him into the kitchen like lambs with a shepherd, Nile stays behind laughing and can’t help but admire Nicky's tactic of getting the others to move. It's not said for nothing that the quietest are the most dangerous and now catching a glimpse of the Nicky, who Nile certainly doesn't want to mess with, is delightful, to say the least.

It means Nicky is on the road of recovery. No one said that this path would be covered quickly and without any problems, and Nile herself could still observe moments in the last few days in which Nicky sat on the porch with her phone and headphones wrapped in a blanket with Minnie, staring off into the distance.

Of course, she knows from experience that it can take quite a while to process an event, but that doesn't change the fact that she still feels useless when it comes to helping him.

Rationally, she is aware that she is doing something by making Nicky playlists, providing him with her phone and headphones, and talking to him about Disney and Dreamworks films and watching them with him. But as Andy told her just before Nicky's breakdown, they have no real enemy to fight.

Because Nicky is the only one who can and must face his demons, completely alone.

Continue reading on AO3 :)

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killingsaray · 1 year

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in the low lamp light (i was free), a therapist/patient Andromaquynh AU

Author: killingsaray

Words: 1951

Chapters: 1/20

Summary:

“Why are you here?” Andy drops a few bills on the bar and hauls Quynh out of her chair. “You think I’d leave a patient here in this condition?” Quynh pulls out of Andy’s grasp roughly, stumbling to the right. “You’re the reason I’m here! I’m not your patient anymore, and you still can’t admit that you care about me!”

The “you came”/“you called” therapist/patient AU where Quynh has to hurt to heal and Andy is trying to show her how.

Rating: M/E for future scenes

Tags/TWs: Forbidden Love; transference; the therapist/patient AU that no one asked for but I wrote anyway; dr. andromache will see you now; Trauma; Hurt/Comfort; Healing; utter fucking FILTH (eventually); forbidden slow burn; like almost a few millennia of slow burn; mentions of past abuse (canon compliant with Andy and Quynh’s torture); Hard to explain, but I promise it’ll be done beautifully/respectfully; Angst with a Happy Ending

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annie-creates · 1 month

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Good enough for a hero

Pairing: Andromache of Scythia x reader

Genre: angst

Words: 900

Note: Another fic for Andy after a while, nothing big but I hope you'll like it anyway. It's inspired by this amazing song.

Death wasn‘t a stranger to you. You met regularly like old friends, under the cloak of night or at the hand of your enemies. You weren’t exactly proud of your job, robbery and fraud being your routine tools. Being immortal however gave you a certain advantage when it came to dangerous situations. It’s not like you always wanted to become the villain, there was a time you tried to do good. A time where you did your best to become part of the group of heroes, yet despite your exceeding efforts they never accepted you as one of them.

As you leave a high security building with the prized possession secured in your hands, you recall the months and years you spent trying to prove yourself to Andy and her group of soldiers. The exhausting training sessions where she took your life in a blink of an eye if you weren’t fast enough. The nights you spent eating dinner alone because you didn’t earn your place at the table. Mornings you were woken up with a bucked of freezing water, the excuse being they were trying to give you actual army training you lacked.

“Get up. We don’t need cowards.” Andromache gritted over her teeth after beating you down for the hundredth time.

“Can’t we finish for today.” You pleaded as your sweat mixed with the blood trickling from your bruised face.

“We won’t finish until you get at least a punch in.” She decided uncompromisingly kicking you in the side.

“That wasn’t necessary.” You grumble as you stand up with difficulty.

“It won’t be necessary after you become more than just a useless burden.” Andy said venomously and run at you once again, choking you until your weakened body passed out this time.

After years of tremendous torture excused by the higher purpose, you couldn’t take it anymore. So you got up at the middle of the night and left without a trace. If you are not good enough to become a hero, you’ll become someone much worse. Maybe you didn’t fit their strict requirements but on the street you quickly became friends with the night life and everything that happens under the brim of darkness. You found a group of shady traders whose business was hardly legal, but you didn’t care anymore. They accepted you in and you proved yourself to be actually quite skilled.

“Another successful hunt.” Tony, the leader of your group praised.

“What is it?” You questioned, usually stealing gold or original paintings to sell on the black market.

“It’s the Vestonic Venus, our buyer offered a lot for this piece.” He explains as he puts the package in his coat. “Alright, let’s go home. Good job guys.”

They drop you off a few streets from your flat and you finish the road on foot. It wasn’t anything fancy even though your job allowed you to squander money from time to time. You still preferred the modest minimalistic life, it’s how you made sure to stay hidden from both the government and the group of immortals who definitely wouldn’t be happy knowing all these jobs were your doing. It was questionable what you’ve become, but as long as it kept you fed and safe, you didn’t really care. You were never one to play for a higher moral ground anyway.

The next morning you visit your favorite coffee shop in the area, having a weakness for a good morning cup of coffee. As you’re waiting for your order of cappuccino and a blueberry muffin, you look around the calm room, unintentionally meeting eyes with a lady at one of the tables. She was sitting in a booth with a young girl you didn’t recognize. She looked tired and somehow older than the many years ago, and her hair was cut short this time, but you’d recognize the face that spit so many hurtful lies at you anywhere. Somehow in the whole wide world Andy found you once again.

“Miss Y/n.” The barista announces and you grab your paper cup and bag and practically run out.

You weren’t fast enough though cause you were hardly three steps out the door when her strong hand catches your arm, forcing you to look at the woman you despised most in this entire world and whole century. Unlike you, dressed in an elegant spring coat, she wore a worn-down jacket she probably owned even back when you first met her and her whole being looked tired and worn out, including her clothes. On the contrary the look in her eyes was full of resolve and determination.

“Y/n…” She starts warily.

“Don’t.” You warn her. “I don’t wanna talk to you.”

“Wait. A lot has happened okay? There’s this girl, Nile...” Andy starts explaining to you with urgency.

“I don’t care! I want to have nothing to do with you people!” You pull your hand out of her grasp. “Leave me alone. I don’t fuckin care about your business, so whatever it is, go bother someone else with it.”

You scold her and turn around quickly pacing away. You couldn’t comprehend the audacity she had to talk to you after all those years and want things from you without as much as an apology or acknowledgement of all the things she did to you. You couldn’t think of what would be so important to overcome her passionate hatred for you.

#andromache of scythia x reader #andromache the scythian x reader #andromache x reader #andy x reader #andromache the scythian #andromache x you #andromache of scythia #the old guard #fanfic #fanfiction #andromache of scythia angst #andy angst #andromache angst #andromache the scythian angst #Spotify

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eiirisworkshop · 2 years

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Momento Ipsum, Remember Yourself

An Old Guard fic

Epilogue!

Fic Summary: It was a lovely, calm morning between missions. Breakfast had been leisurely and delicious. The back door was open to just the screen, left that way even after Joe and Andy had come in from puttering around the garden, smelling like sunshine and good dirt. Breeze and birdsong filled the main room where everyone was sprawled in the most comfortable, least ergonomic ways they could find across various chairs, the couch, the floor, and the one table capable of bearing human weight.

Then there was a loud crack, more like a lightning strike than a gunshot, and there were suddenly twice as many people in the room—the six new arrivals falling directly into the laps of those already present.

The Guard as we know them suddenly have their downtime derailed by themselves from the past—specifically, from the day they each came back to life for the first time. For some, it’s a chance to reconnect with their own histories, for others it’s a difficult reminder of their mistakes, for all it’s quagmire of language barriers and phantom growing pains they’re just going to have to deal with for as long as the situation lasts.

Languages as fonts version of the epilogue here.

Languages as colors version of the epilogue here.

This fic is now complete!

#fanfiction #the old guard #the old guard fic #andromache the scythian #quynh tog #andy x quynh #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #joe x nicky #sebastian le livre #nile freeman #time travel #Eiiri made this

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goldheartedsky · 9 days

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Link to Ao3

Please be warned that this absolutely filthy smut and you should 100% read all the tags. Dirtiest thing I’ve written since the Cocaine Fic™️ so enjoy 😈

#the old guard #andy x booker #my fic #the old guard fanfiction #tog fanfic

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rubyjean-jacket-blog · 2 years

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i’m ten chapters into a fic and i JUST introduced the second half of the pairing lmaooooo.

i mean, they’re bite-sized chapters, but still.

#fanfiction #writing fanfic #fanfic #is it a slowburn if the characters immediately have a sapphic shutdown #and get together almost immediately #romance #they're andy and quynh from the old guard #andromaquynh #the old guard

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pepperonibread · 3 months

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Dry Humor and Desperate Measures ᵈʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉ

Read on ao3 or below the line break.

A/N:

@cryptidplays is writing is writing a fabulous MTAS fanfiction, and upon reading the most recent chapter written, I remembered something I wrote before the final release that sat in my documents forever. So that's why this is here now. Do I have more that I could possibly jazz up and post? Yes. Will I do that? At this time I have no idea. I am working on something original at the moment, and as some of you know I have put Sandrock writing on hold. But things change every day, so you really never know.

Please note that why I did jazz this up, editing it was kind of something I didn't put all my effort into, so please ignore any mistakes.

More notes at the end.

Kiran's presence was a common sight in the desert landscape as the final days of summer arrived. On this particular morning, the rocks were bathed in a warm golden light as Kiran and Andy ventured outside her property. Their mission was clear - collect the scattered debris left behind by the harsh sandstorm that had recently swept through.

As they surveyed the growing pile of discarded metal and worn fragments, Andy's voice carried across the dry air. "Do you really need all this stuff, Miss Kiran?"

Kiran paused in her task, wiping the dust off her hands after tossing aside a sheet of metal. Dust clung to her skin, evidence of the gritty work they were undertaking. She turned to face Andy with an affectionate look in her eye.

"Can you just call me 'mom' from now on?" she joked, her tone light and playful. She couldn't help but smile slightly as she continued, "The whole 'Miss Kiran' thing is getting old, don't you think? And to be technical, it's 'Mrs. Kiran' now."

"Sure thing, Miss Kiran," he retorted, a hint of rebellion in his voice. His words conveyed a sense of comfort and familiarity.

Kiran's sharp eyes scanned the area as she and Andy lifted a large piece of old wood, uncovering a hidden cache of debris beneath. Suddenly, her focus was diverted by a quick movement—a slithering creature that made its presence known. Kiran's heart raced at the sight of the desert hopper emerging from its hiding place, sending a jolt of fear through her body.

In an instant, both Kiran and Andy reacted with lightning speed. Kiran's gasp was quickly overtaken by the sound of her boots hitting the sand as she jumped back, instinctively reaching for the pistol holstered at her hip. But before she could even draw it, Andy had already taken action. His stillness in the face of danger spoke volumes about his experience living in this treacherous territory.

As the snake lifted its head, Kiran's mind raced as she assessed the situation. Her protective instincts kicked in, and she quickly moved to stand between Andy and the venomous creature. Her fingers found solace in the familiar grip of her pistol, ready to defend against any attack.

"Back up slow," Kiran instructed Andy in a firm yet calm voice, never taking her eyes off the snake.

Having encountered these elusive creatures numerous times before within the unforgiving expanse of the Eufaula, Kiran was no stranger to their erratic behavior. She could sense the tension in the air as she cautiously approached the desert hopper, her senses on high alert for any sudden movements. The creature seemed particularly perturbed by its awakening and Kiran knew she had to tread carefully.

As she took aim, she couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in the snake's body language - its coiled form tightening, ready to strike at any moment.

Her priority was clear - protect Andy at all costs. So with a fierce determination, Kiran further positioned herself between the creature and the young boy, preparing for a potential attack. But even with her heightened awareness and quick reflexes, nothing could prepare her for what happened next.

In a sudden burst of movement, the desert hopper pounced towards her with incredible speed. Kiran was caught off guard and felt a sharp pain shoot through her thigh, leaving her momentarily breathless. Despite the intense agony, she couldn't help but be impressed by the creature's precision.

Reacting almost instinctively, Kiran urgently fought to neutralize the threat. With swift and calculated movements honed from practice, she swiftly took down the creature. The encounter ended as quickly as it had begun, with the desert hopper defeated but its venomous bite leaving a painful mark on Kiran's leg.

As the initial wave of pain subsided into a steady ache, Kiran resisted the urge to curse her choice of clothing for the day – shorts that offered no protection against the creature's fangs. She glanced down at her throbbing thigh with a wry grimace. While she knew the venom wasn't lethal, it still provided little comfort as she endured its searing discomfort.

Her attention was brought back to the present by Andy's worried voice cutting through her pain-induced haze. "Are you okay?" he asked earnestly.

Kiran's response was one of wry humor as she glanced down at the telltale trickle of blood on her thigh, evidence of the skirmish that had just unfolded. "Yeah. Feels great."

The anticipated lecture she would undoubtedly receive from her husband back home already loomed in the back of her mind, mingling with the persistent throb of pain. Her lips twitched into a rueful smile, a silent acknowledgment of the inevitable scolding that awaited her.

Andy's suggestion echoed Kiran's own unspoken concerns as she gingerly returned to her home and took a seat. She appreciated his earnest concern as he proposed to go find Logan in town. With a casual yet well-aimed throw, he sent a tea towel her way from the kitchen. As he noted the bleeding on her thigh, a mix of concern and teasing familiarity laced his tone. “You’re bleedin’ like a pig, Miss Kiran.”

Indeed, Kiran's wound was bleeding, the trickle now forming a pronounced stain against her skin. She acknowledged Andy's intention with a nod, trying to ignore the steady pain in her leg. Applying pressure to the wound helped slow down the bleeding, though it also intensified the pain and caused her leg to throb even more. Still, it was a small victory amidst the discomfort as she eased onto the couch.

For a brief moment, Kiran found solace in the temporary control she had over her wound as the quiet settled around her. However, her solitude was broken as Logan dramatically burst through the front door, his hat discarded carelessly on the couch. He turned his attention to Kiran with a mix of concern and playful exasperation that mirrored their dynamic perfectly. "What'd you do this time?" he asked with rough edges in his voice that betrayed his genuine worry.

Kiran met his gaze, finding his exaggerated reaction both endearing and frustrating. "Just some snake wrestling," she joked dryly, deepening the lines of worry etched into Logan's features even further.

"Save yourself the suspense – my leg is not looking too good." She offered a wry smile alongside her admission. "Might as well take a look at it."

Logan's mere presence next to her brought a sense of comfort, his actions deliberate as he sat down and carefully positioned her leg over his knee. He leaned in closer, his focus fixed on the snakebite and his concern evident in the crease of his brow and the intent look in his eyes.

"Where's that gross stuff you drink, Kiran?" His question caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily confused.

"You mean alcohol?" she repeated incredulously, furrowing her brow as she tried to make sense of his inquiry. "For treating a snake bite?" The idea seemed counter-intuitive, but Kiran was familiar enough with Logan to know that his unconventional methods often had some twisted logic behind them.

He nodded matter-of-factly. "Yep, for you to drink before I yank this fang out of your leg," he clarified with a practical yet urgent tone.

Kiran was speechless for a moment, unable to process this unexpected suggestion that was given like it was the easiest of solutions.

"What?" Her disbelief remained as she leaned in closer, studying him with narrowed eyes. "That's actually a thing?" Her voice betrayed a mixture of doubt and anxiety. The possibility of having a fang left behind after a snakebite had never crossed her mind, and she struggled to reconcile the concept with her current reality.

Logan's response was calm and confident, despite the unusual situation they were in. "Can't say I've ever seen it before, but it's definitely possible," he confirmed, meeting her gaze; unwavering.

"I didn't even feel it," Kiran admitted with a sigh, her words tinged with resignation and frustration. As if verbalizing the lack of sensation would somehow lessen the fact that there was a foreign object lodged in her leg.

Logan merely shrugged. "You wouldn't. The venom messes up your senses," he said offhandedly, a grimace crossing his face as he finally spotted the fang protruding from her leg. "And here's our little souvenir."

"Where?" Kiran leaned forward, attempting to see what Logan was pointing at. He tugged her leg back gently, positioning it in such a way that she could see the fang protruding just slightly from the wound.

"Andy, go fetch the stuff," Logan instructed the boy, his tone brisk as he delegated the task. With Andy off on the errand, Kiran's agitation grew apparent.

"Just take me to the damn doctor, Logan," she pleaded, her frustration underscoring her words.

Logan's resolve remained unwavering. "No sense in that when I can do it," he responded, his tone a mix of practicality and determination. "You won't even feel a thing." Kiran's skepticism lingered, a gnawing unease settling in as she contemplated the impending procedure. As Andy returned, carrying the bottle and the first aid kit, Kiran steeled herself, forcing her fingers to curl around the bottle's neck.

With a grimace, she took a swig from the bottle, the strong taste of the alcohol burning her throat and warming her insides. "Damn snake didn't have a dentist, I guess," she quipped, attempting to alleviate the tension that had settled in the room. Her gaze shifted to Logan, her tone firm as she issued her next command. "And you better go wash your hands first."

Logan's response was punctuated by a huff, his compliance swift as he took the bottle from her, pouring a liberal amount of the liquor onto his hands. The acrid scent of alcohol permeated the air as he rubbed his hands together, the liquid serving as a crude form of disinfectant. "Bite your tongue now, Kiran," he advised, his words both an admonition and an attempt at reassurance. "No screamin’."

"You're just gonna yank it out with your bare hands?"

"No, you martyr," Logan drawled, rolling his eyes as he reached into the first aid kit Andy brought, pulling out a shiny pair of tweezers. "I'm not completely barbaric, you know."

"Could've fooled me," Kiran shot back, her words edged with nervous humor. She took another pull from the bottle, grimacing at the raw burn of it. The room was silent then, the tension hanging heavy and suffocating, all eyes focused on Logan's hands as he carefully positioned the tweezers near the fang.

"You're ridiculous," Kiran couldn't resist muttering under her breath, her words directed more at Logan than anyone else.

"Am I now?" Logan retorted, his tone teasing as he prepared to extract the snake fang from her leg.

"Yes, I don't know who you think you are," Kiran shot back, a mix of irritation and unease coloring her words.

"Mhmm," Logan responded, his focus entirely on the task at hand. "Hold still."

Despite the impending discomfort, Kiran firmly held onto Andy's outstretched hand. As the sharp pain shot through her body, she instinctively clenched her eyes shut.

"All done, you big baby," Logan's voice carried a note of amusement, a hint of affection seeping through his tone as he spoke. "Look."

Kiran slowly opened her eyes, her attention drawn to the small item now held tightly in her hand. She studied the snake fang with a mix of disgust and relief, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over her as the intense moment passed. With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she playfully teased Logan. "You always know how to charm a girl, don't you?"

"Let's get you stitched up," Logan's matter-of-fact response cut through the tension. But before Kiran could even begin to voice her protest, a sudden cold sensation engulfed her wound. She gasped, a mixture of shock and pain causing her body to tense as the alcohol from the bottle was poured onto her injury. The unexpected sting of the liquid made her let out an involuntary cry, the sound a mix of surprise and discomfort. And that's what made Logan burst into laughter, his amusement echoing through the room.

"I'm sorry, honey," his laughter was accompanied by a sincere apology, his words genuine and comforting. "Just hold out for a little bit more."

Kiran shot him a reproachful look, her pain-induced frustration evident in her expression. "You really do have a twisted sense of humor, Logan." Yet, even as she spoke, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Do you even know how to sew a wound?"

"For the love of -" He responded, interrupting her query with a scoff. "Trust me, Kiran. I've patched up worse."

She glanced at Andy, who looked bit worse for wear, the color draining steadily from his face. "You sure he's not gonna faint, Logan?" she teased, trying to distract herself from the sharp sensation now throbbing in her leg.

"He'll manage," Logan responded dryly, securing a needle with a thick strand of sanitized thread. His gaze flicked over to Andy. "Won't you, Andy?"

Andy gave a weak thumbs up in response, a sickly smile belying his discomfort as he visibly tried not to look at the gory sight. "This...On a scale of how weirder things can get today - I'm out. See ya."

With a teasing wink at Kiran, he abruptly got up to leave, clearly needing some air away from the sight of blood. His hasty exit , however, did nothing to alleviate the heavy tension hanging in the room. In fact, the sudden absence of his familiar presence only seemed to amplify it.

Logan watched him go with a knowing smirk before shaking his head and turning his attention back to Kiran. He was about to start sewing up her wound when a thought struck him. "Kiran," he began, an unreadable expression on his face. "Have you ever been bitten before?"

"By a snake?" She asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "No, but I was stung by a jellyfish once... why?"

"Really?" Logan asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It was a very bad day," Kiran muttered, grimacing at the memory. "My friend had to pee on me."

"Not surprising," Logan said.

Before Kiran could even register what he was doing, he stuck the needle straight into the snake wound without flinching and began sewing.

"You son of a bitch." Kiran cursed loudly as the sharp pain shot through her, gritting her teeth against the pain.

"Easy there," Logan soothed, patting her leg lightly.

"Don't 'easy there' me. I'm you're wife, not a fucking horse." Kiran hissed and snatched the whiskey off the floor to take a hearty swig. The fiery liquid burned like hell, and her husband reached out and took the bottle from her.

"Easy there," he chuckled at her disgruntlement, drinking a swig himself and recapping the bottle, stashing it further out of her reach.

Kiran watched as her husband, without an ounce of mercy, kept his eyes trained on the task at hand as he continued to sew the wound closed. "Almost there," his gaze was intent on the task. Kiran could feel the tugging sensation as the stitches tightened, her jaw clenching slightly as she tried to distract herself from the sensation.

"How many stitches are you putting in?" she finally asked, trying to divert her thoughts away from the twinge of pain.

Logan's response was casual, as if he were discussing the weather. "Just a few, should hold it together well."

Kiran grunted in response, a mix of relief and discomfort washing over her. As he finished up, she let out a shaky breath, her body relaxing now that the ordeal was over.

"There we go," Logan declared, tying off the last stitch with practiced precision. "All done."

Kiran glanced down at the row of stitches, grateful that Logan's skillful hands had put her back together. They may not have been neat, but they got the job done. She gave him a small, appreciative smile, her eyes holding a hint of teasing. "You know, I think I'd prefer your cooking skills over your medical expertise any day."

"Hey, that's uncalled for." He fixed a playful frown at Kiran, though his tone lacked any sort of actual offense. "Would you rather bleed to death, young lady?"

Kiran let out a huff of mock annoyance before adopting a tone that imitated his earlier sincerity. "No, thanks." A laugh escaped her at the ridiculousness of the situation, her tension ebbing away at the sight of the stitches. With a small smile, she studied his work before gazing up at him.

As Kiran settled back on the couch, she looked at Logan with a smirk. "So, do I get any special treatment now that I've survived your makeshift medical treatment?"

Logan's grin was playful, his blue eyes sparkling. "Oh, absolutely. You're entitled to as many cups of that 'gross stuff' as you want."

"Thank you." Kiran couldn't resist rolling her eyes, an amused chuckle escaping her. "As my heroic saviour, I hereby grant you my most humble and gracious thanks." Her tone turned solemn, a dramatic seriousness lining her voice. "You're a good man, Logan."

"Savor the moment," his playful retort was accompanied with a half-smile.

Kiran couldn't resist playfully nudging his arm with her good foot. "Hey," she began, a grin tugging at her lips. "We can never run out of trouble, you and I."

"Seems like it, huh?" Logan replied, giving her a wicked grin. He moved her leg to the side and stood up, offering his hand to pull her to her feet. "Need a little help standin’?"

"Thanks." She offered him a small, appreciative smile, taking advantage of their proximity to plant a light peck on his stubble-covered cheek. As her lips touched his cheek, she caught the trace of that sweet, woodsy scent that always seemed to cling to him. It was warm and masculine and thoroughly irresistible.

And just as he felt the press of her mouth to his cheek, he smiled and pulled back, brushing a tender, chaste kiss to her temple. His breath ghosted her skin before she stepped away from him.

"Kiran?"

"Hmm?" Her brow furrowed slightly at his tentative tone.

"Why'd your friend pee on ya?" he inquired curiously, blue eyes lighting up.

"Well, you know..." She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, watching Logan's eyes light up mischievously at the prospect of a new story as he leaned in. "...I was swimming when a sea jelly got me and stung. Apparently, peeing removes some of the sting..." she trailed off, shooting him a wicked grin. "Needless to say, they wouldn't stop bugging me about how they'd rescued my ass from dying that day."

Logan's snort of incredulous amusement, coupled with the brightness in his eyes, told her exactly what he thought of the story. "You're a mess sometimes, Kiran. Absolutely a mess."

She scrunched her nose playfully. "It was a traumatic experience," she stated with a fake air of outrage, pretending to be offended.

Logan flashed her one of his wide, sincere smiles before shoving his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and leaning in close enough to speak directly into her ear. "A hot mess," he clarified.

The unexpected compliment had Kiran rolling her eyes again in an attempt to cover the flush on her cheeks. "Always one to smooth-talk the ladies," she quipped, her cheeks aching from how widely she grinned.

"Only the ladies I really, really like."

Fun fact: This was written before the final release and I had no idea Logan would be a bad of a cook as he is, which makes her jab at him about it even more hysterical.

I want to give thanks to those of you who reached out to me regarding my little rant/outburst on how I don't have a desire to write for this fandom anymore. I really appreciate it. And while I am currently not writing anything I plan to post ATM, I do have lots of other drabbles and unedited stuff. So thank you again to those who reached out an shared your kind words or reached out to me personally.

#mtas fanfic #mtas logan #mtas builder #my time at sandrock #mtas builder/logan #took a lot of guts to post this #my dudes

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