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fallingin-like · 4 years

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november 3

my cousins by @filteredred

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this wonderful fic delves into tilda’s decision to give up the twins and how it was influenced by luther and maria. told from maria’s perspective, we get a better look at the rational behind what happened and, of course, we get to see kid!nicky and baby!twinyards.

first off, i really like the idea of this fic. it’s unique and i don’t think i’ve read anything exploring the cousins when they were really really young. it’s especially interesting to see this from maria’s perspective because it gives a better idea of the motivations behind the decisions made and how she rationalizes it all. it doesn’t justify any of the things that these characters did, but we get a better understanding of the situation they were in and why they they did these things. i think maria was the best person to use because she’s just trying to do her best, but she has to juggle trying to keep luther from being too angry, raising nicky, and a tilda who fluctuates wildly between being somewhat reasonable to absolutely terrible. it puts things into perspective for me and somehow it makes me empathize with them more. dealing with twins must be so overwhelming, maria, luther, and tilda are really in over their heads. even for a couple who have made the decision to have kids and have support from family/friends and are financially stable this is a really difficult time because everything is just so new. i must admit, i’ve never really thought about the hemmicks or tilda, just dismissed them as bad when in reality, people are complex, multi-faceted creatures that are all just trying to get through life in the way they have learned how. (although i really cannot stand drake. he is one that i just can’t get over and i guess that’s because he’s such a flat character in this series, we really don’t know much about him for this reason. and also, some people really just do bad things. anywAy)

parts that i really enjoyed in particular:

the contrast between luther and tilda, it’s really interesting seeing them interact because we know that they’re siblings and so they were raised in similar households but are almost opposites. it feels contrasting compared to andrew and aaron, who were twins and so similar in certain ways, but never lived together.

”i don’t think it was like that. i think she planned to build a life with him, and it hurt when she found out he’d been lying to her. and then he left.” excuse me how dare you make me feel things for tilda minyard. to see her in this light, with her behaviour as a way of covering up or denying the fact that she was hurt and pretending nothing is wrong and it’s not a big deal really reminds me of the twins. they seem to have inherited this coping mechanism and the instinct to distance themselves from other people to protect themselves.

”you cannot treat everything that you consider an imperfection with shame and judgment” you go maria!! also it’s really frustrating to see luther’s inability to see the good in people!!!

”i think nicholas reminds you of tilda. he talks too fast and too much and too loud. he laughs and sings and loves bright, bright things. he obeys you, but does not bend to your will” and “i see you trying to fit nicholas into your vision of perfection, just like your father did to you and tilda. i’m afraid you will push him away from us. i cannot lose my only son” i LOVE this take on the situation, i didn’t previously make the connection and wow it just fits so well

I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE NICKY!! he is just a bundle of joy and happiness and wonderful things. so enthusiastic and excited for everything, it makes it harder knowing what happens to him in the future and how that changes his behaviour. he is so cute and realistic with his view on the world. the bit about the diapers is absolutely adorable

”’what are some things that are orange?’…’pumpkins!’ nicky yelled. ‘kittens and foxes and the oranges from my breakfast!’” oh nicky is so precious and i love that he chose orange.

”remember when you played with bubbles and tried not to let them pop? touch them softly, just like that” wow i love that!

i love chapter 6 where we see maria and tilda bonding and getting along

”that lady is a VERY BIG DARK BROWN EGG!” and “you have lots of rings, you must be RICH!” oH MY GOODNESS NICKY!! hahaha this was so funny and exactly what a child would say and it’s even better knowing it is nicky.

i can’t quite put the last few chapters on my list because they were just too heartbreaking. i had grown so hopeful and it was just so sad to see that after all that, the decision was still made to give up the boys, and later to take back aaron. and oh oh, to think that they believed that the boys would never know they were twins. you ended this so well and it was so complete. this whole fic is very well written and entertaining. i would love to read a million more pages of the younger nicky you have here, learning and loving and growing. thank you so much for writing this fic, it’s amazing.

#my cousins #aftg fic review #raelle writes

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antiriko-arc · 7 years

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make this pain worth it. | part 1.

Andrew Minyard was born to die. It was the sad, harsh truth of his existence. It was something he lived with everyday, a weight like the world on Altas’ shoulders. He was carrying his demise. It wasn't even scary, the thought of death. Maybe it’s because death could be compared to a parasite; it lives inside you, festering, forming, until it takes you apart slowly and then you become rot and ruin and dust, until you decay from history itself.

Andrew Minyard knew he was going to die well before he was supposed to.

And he couldn't do anything about it. He was expected to give his life, if so needed, for whoever bought him. Andrew doubted that would happen. He resented the fact that he could be owned like a dog by someone. Someone who was weak and pitiful, who couldn't protect themself. If he didn’t take a bullet for his master, he would probably be killed when he was deemed no longer useful. That’s what happened when you were bred like a fucking dog. No one got out. You had kids, raised them to be loyal and ready to throw themselves off a bridge if their master asked them to. They put down the rabid ones, the ones who bit the hands of those who fed them. But Andrew had survived. Maybe it was because his psychotic tendencies had never shown themselves properly. Maybe it was because he had never really snapped at anyone. But the madness was there. It was inside every fibre, inside his bones. Andrew was his madness, his madness was him. It lay dormant, sitting, aching, waiting to take over and make its host more dangerous than he was already. No one wanted a rabid dog. They were killers; they could turn at the drop of a hat and kill whoever decided to take them in. It was dangerous, to ask them to protect you when they were waiting for the right moment to strike and rip your throat out. Maybe his mother could tell what was inside him. Maybe that was why she tossed him away. Maybe that's why she kept his pitiful brother instead. Andrew despised his brother. They were identical, and the only thing that distinguished them were the bands which Andrew wore on his arms. No one cared enough to ask why he wore them; he had given them their answers when they first asked him (a false smile and a short reply about how they were ‘none of your goddamn business’). Aaron was pathetic, at least in Andrew’s eyes. His mother had dealt so many blows that Aaron cowered beneath them for his whole life. He had learnt to deal with his erratic mother, to not say anything. Andrew knew that was the problem, that he was passive and took whatever he was given. Andrew hated him. He had grown up unaware of his shithead of a mother. He had grown up with steel skin, believing he was untouchable if he deemed it so (and often he did deem it so). He grew up with silent tears at midnight, the only way to take out the pain was to cut and scratch and bleed. Aaron grew up with pills washed down with cheap vodka, fresh bruises on any patch of skin that wouldn't be noticeable. Andrew noticed. Aaron cried when his mother died. Andrew just grinned throughout the whole thing. His medication left him buzzing above everyone else, every feeling elevated. His hatred for Tilda though, that was real. It was solid, a lump in his stomach that kept him grounded. The wake’s turnout was poor; there were a few people who stayed for tea and coffee, for the finger sandwiches that Aaron's aunt Maria had prepared. Andrew had asked mocking questions and laughed at her efforts, but she hadn't replied, instead continuing to butter bread and cut slices. Perhaps Aaron had warned her of his hostile behaviour. Andrew stood alone, hands in his pockets and smile still present on his face. The high of his medicine was shit, really, but he was doped up so often he was used to it. He missed the days when his foster brother would pass him a joint, and they would take turns inhaling the smoke, children getting high. “Andrew.” His head cocked, turning towards the sound of the voice. A woman, with a large grin plastered on her face. Andrew smiled back, and the women's own grin seemed to grow. “You must know about me.” “I can’t say I do,” he replied, taking a small step towards her. “Are you here to pay your respects? Do you miss dear Tilda? She was such a lovely woman.” His lips curled at the word lovely, teeth bared and glissening ferally. The woman laughed a hollow laugh, tossing back her head. She straightened up and leaned in towards him, eyes showing the madness that she had. “Fuck your mother. I’m here to collect you.” Andrew tapped his index and middle finger against his temple, eyes cold. “That’s not very nice. Are you here to put me out of my misery?” The woman’s eyes narrowed, though the smile she wore never faltered. “You’ve been bought.” It was Andrew’s turn to laugh, and it was just as false as hers had been. “Who’s fucked up enough to buy a broken dog?” “Someone desperate.” “No one is desperate enough for that,” he replied easily, shrugging his shoulders. “Now please, let me mourn in peace.” The woman didn’t move, just standing there, eyes trained hungrily on him. Her smile had turned sour, and Andrew was thrilled by how wound up she was getting. “You’ll come with me, Andrew, or I will make you.” He waved his hand dismissively, turning his back on her. “I’ll kill your brother.” “I hate him.” He turned away from her without another word. She said nothing, and Andrew could faintly hear the sound of the woman walking away. The sound of Maria’s scream broke his reverie. He turned on his heel, and saw the woman was holding a knife to Aaron's face, one arm locked around his neck. He wasn’t moving, keeping his eyes locked with Andrew. The next few things happened quickly. Andrew laughed, and the woman craved a line down Aaron's face. Blood welled on the laceration. Andrew was across the room in seconds, anger fuelling his advance. His knuckles connected with the soft tissue of her throat. He felt her windpipe move beneath his hand. He felt her let go of Aaron, heard her breath come out of her mouth. She fell to the ground, her laughs drowned out by her coughs. Aaron stared at Andrew, his gaze empty. He wiped a hand over his cut, and stared at the blood. “You were bought.” “I don’t care. What was our deal?” “The deal is off. You’re going to go,” Aaron hissed, looking towards the woman. “Fuck off, Andrew. You've done enough damage here.” The woman grinned up at them, teeth bared like a wild animal. Aaron's words only seemed to encourage her. “Come with me, Andrew. Nathan will be happy with his purchase.”

“Fuck you,” Andrew said, eyes trained on the woman, though his words were meant for his brother. “I belong to no one.”

“You are Nathan Wesninski’s dog. You belong to him. You will die for him,” the woman said, voice still hoarse from Andrew’s attack. Andrew wanted to hurt her again and again, until she stopped moving and her heart beat ceased.

“Fuck you.”

“Andrew, you know the rules,” Aaron hissed from behind Andrew. “You’re going.”

Andrew turned around, and looked at his brother. He stalked forward, until the two were almost touching. Andrew dug his nails into Aaron’s cheek, tilting his head forward.

“You want me to break our deal?”

“We were never going to be bought together. I don’t know why I ever agreed to that deal,” Aaron said, not bothering to move away from the nails biting into the skin of his face.

“You’re coming with me.”

Aaron allowed himself to smirk, turning his head towards the woman staring at them. “I think she only wants one of us,”

“I won’t allow you to get hurt anymore. You are mine, remember?.”

“You’re not even yours. Get the fuck out of here.” Aaron placed a flat hand on Andrew’s chest, pushing him away. Andrew stepped backwards, the hand on his chest sending waves of both anger and anxiety through his petite frame.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” A reminder, one that Andrew knew that Aaron would never have to remember. “I hate you.” Andrew could feel the presence of the woman behind him, hovering too close for his comfort.

“The car is waiting, Andrew,” the woman whispered in his ear, her smile evident even in her voice.

He had to go. He was a sold dog, who was forced to stand by his owner’s side, guns and knives strapped to his body. A dog who would be shot if he yapped too loud. He was fucked, in every sense of the word.

Andrew Minyard was going to die well before his time.

#mine #andreil #philukas #jostehns #philipshay #let me know if u want me to tag u in this or something?#idk it's not the best i've ever written but like ! i love this au #plus nothing has really happened yet

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