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heimonas · 4 years

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how to fall for a god

The time has finally come! This is the first chapter of my @aftgreverse fic! The prompt and amazing art belongs to @andreil-minyasten! Special thanks to @klausajin for beta reading this mess ❤️

Drought is killing everything and everyone in Jeremy's village. Desperation quickly leads them to sacrificing Jeremy to the water god. But Jeremy is saved from the waves and he enters another world, the world of the gods. And then he meets Jean, the water god himself, and his life takes a very unexpected turn.

BRIDE OF THE WATER GOD AU / AFTG REVERSE BIG BANG

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Chapter 1/6

Words; 2200

Jeremy was alone. His hands were tied together behind his back and the rope was burning his skin. He was fairly sure that if someone untied him at that moment, his wrists would be slit and the blood would run down his arms and stain his clothes.

He had no idea how to swim. One would expect him to be an excellent swimmer, growing up in a village next to the sea and all. But Jeremy had been avoiding water since he was 10 years old, same way the devil would avoid incense. He prefered spending his time in the fields.

His boat was made of wood, the finest wood of the region. His father made it himself, with the help of the priest in the temple. Together they had carved dozens of symbols on it. On the center of each side they had carved a man; he was kneeling and his hands were outstretched towards the sky. He was pleading for rain, always pleading for rain.

It had been one year since the drought started. The skies stopped crying, the fields slowly died. The water of the sea was full of salt and it killed the plants. They tried to desalinate it, but they couldn’t do it fast enough and the water wasn’t enough. They were dying; the people, the animals, the plants. All of them were starving. It was now winter and they still hadn’t seen a drop of water. They all dreamed of the day they would wake up and hear the sound of rain hitting their rooftops, the day they would be working in the fields and raindrops would stain their skin again. After one year everything had turned into dust.

This was their last hope. The water god was angry at them. No one knew why, but he was certainly punishing them for something. People visited the temple every day. They lit candles and offered gold. They organized celebrations and gave him the little food they had left. The rain never came. The priest told them about an old tradition. Once upon a time, there was a drought, pretty similar to this one. One day, a young girl was swimming near the port. The sea was calm, but suddenly, dark clouds appeared and the sun hid behind them, and waves rose swallowing the girl. They never saw her again, nor found her body.

The rain arrived the next day.

The people believed the god had taken her. After that, every thirty years they sacrificed someone. But after three generations or so, the tradition was forgotten and no one was sent to the god for over eighty years. And then, there was drought and death again.

Jeremy was the obvious choice. He was young, healthy and beautiful, but above all, he was a nobody. His family wasn’t wealthy or powerful. He was just a farmer boy, who spent his days working. His skin and hair had the colour of dust, his face was constantly burned from the sun.

There was no sun now. He was sailing further and further away from the shore. Clouds, dark and menacing, were gathering right on top of his boat. It almost felt like they were alive. Wind blew and Jeremy wondered what his parents were doing.

The water rose so high, his boat was almost overturned a couple of times. He suddenly realized it was raining. He turned his head, but he couldn’t see the shore anymore. He started crying, his tears becoming one with the rain.

Only then he realized there was a whirlpool right in front of him. He tried to move, untie himself. There was no point in that. He was moving closer and closer to it. Jeremy closed his eyes. He tried to imagine his home, his bed, the way the rays of the morning sun hit the kitchen table, his mother’s smile and the flowers in their garden. The sound of the waves and the wind shattered all of these thoughts.

His boat was toppled. He opened his eyes and fought to get his head out of the water, but he was sinking deeper and deeper. His eyes were burning, his lungs were burning. He thought he could hear a song. The last thing he remembered seeing was a white light. After that, there was only darkness.

Kevin hated it when people came into his house uninvited. He liked being alone, he liked sitting on his balcony on quiet mornings, reading books, listening to the sound of waves crashing on the shore.

It was one of these mornings, when Jean came knocking at his door. Kevin considered not answering. One would expect Jean to leave after two minutes of knocking, but he didn’t look like he would stop any time soon. Kevin slowly got up and dragged himself to the door.

“What?” he asked, irritated.

“They sent a new one,” Jean replied, agitated.

Kevin was tall, while Jean, in this form, not so much. His hair was disheveled, as if he got out of bed too quickly and he didn’t have time to look at the mirror. There were dark circles under his eyes.

“Stop being so mysterious,” Kevin asked. “What do you mean ‘ they sent a new one’ ?”

“Another sacrifice,” Jean murmured solemnly, almost like those words were painful to him.

Kevin groaned and closed the door behind him. He murmured something that sounded almost like let’s go and both of them started heading towards Jean’s house - or maybe, palace. To Kevin, everything looked the same. Their Land, the land of the gods, had two suns. At this time of the morning, their light wasn’t so bright. They were just beginning their journey in the sky, for yet another day. Jean’s palace was hovering over the sea. He was the water god after all. There was a hanging wooden bridge leading to it, with blue water flowers on the rail. Their roots were hanging, reaching for the water, almost forming a curtain.

They entered the palace and Kevin went straight to the kitchen. Jean dragged himself to his room. He thought people had actually forgotten about this whole sacrifice thing. He didn’t expect them to ever send another one. Although, it really looked like they had forgotten an important detail.

The boy was sleeping. His hands were grabbing the bed sheets and his brows were knitted. Jean thought he was probably having a nightmare. He had no idea what to do, how to handle this situation. He ran his hands through his hair, making them even messier.

Kevin entered the room, holding a bowl. Inside it, there was a black paste. It smelt bad. For a moment he remained still. After a moment he sighed and moved again.

“Why didn’t you call Abby?” Kevin asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. He took Jeremy’s hands on his own and started spreading the paste on his wrists.

“Your house is closer,” Jean replied and they both knew that was not the truth.

Kevin worked in silence and Jean observed him. Abby was the goddess of healing and medicine, but Kevin grew up with her and David, so he knew a couple of tricks. He was the god of history and protector of memory. He loved making fun of those who didn’t know everything that has ever happened, which basically means everyone.

After he applied the paste, he went to the kitchen again and came back with a towel and a bucket of water. He sat on the bed again. Kevin then sunk the towel on the water and started cleaning the boy’s wrists. The scars from the ropes were gone.

“I’ll brew some medicine for when he wakes up,” Kevin said, while working. “It will help him gain back his strength.”

Jean nodded. He couldn’t take his eyes off the sleeping boy. Kevin finished cleaning his wounds, gathered his things and signaled Jean to follow him. They went on the balcony. Jean’s palace had the best view on their Land. The sea extended infinitely. The birds were flying, singing, hunting all around them.

They both climbed on the wooden table and watched the suns go up, up, up. Jean was short, in this form. Kevin loved making fun of him and pinching his cheeks.

“You shouldn’t have done it. The drought made them send him,” said Kevin, turning to look at Jean.

“I thought they had forgotten about it,” Jean replied.

“Well, there is always someone who remembers. It’s my job to make sure about it, you know,” the other god said mockingly.

Jean let out a frustrated groan. “I was angry, okay?” he exploded. “Look at what they’ve done. They keep poisoning me and poisoning everything. I sent them a million warnings through the temple and they still ignored me! How stupid! They offended me and you know it. Why should I care about them?”

In reality, Kevin wanted to laugh. It was amusing seeing a god, in the form of a child, being that angry. Jean was powerful indeed, but his appearance during the day made him look like a spoiled little brat who lost his favourite toy and was ready to burn the whole world down in order to find it again.

“Look,” Kevin said. “They will always fail us no matter what. But, do they deserve to die because of this? There are always innocent people amongst the corrupt.”

“I don’t remember you being that thoughtful when they burned the library of Alexandria,” Jean replied at once.

And he really wasn’t. But, this conversation was pointless. All of this belonged to the past and there was no way of changing it. The only one who could do such a thing was Andrew, the god of time and of everything that has ever happened. He never used his powers anymore. Andrew prefered to swim and teach others how to fight.

The two gods were sitting in silence, looking ahead at the never ending horizon, when they heard a voice coming from somewhere inside the house. They both quickly got up and rushed inside.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” the voice called again.

It was the beautiful, sleeping boy Jean had saved. He was now awake, in the middle of his room, staring at the god’s old piano. When Kevin spoke, he turned to look at them with wide eyes and froze. Jean was afraid he wasn’t even breathing.

“Oh, so you’re awake,” Kevin began. “I should go brew that medicine, it seems.” He took off towards the kitchen, leaving the other two alone.

“What’s your name?” Jean asked.

“Jeremy,” the boy said. “Where am I?” he continued.

He seemed a bit more relaxed now. It was probably because he was left with a child, or someone who at least looked like a 12 year old. Humans never really learned to recognise danger, if when he was staring them right in the eyes.

Jean smirked, “Your people have used a lot of different names for our home. We just call it the Land.”

“I still don’t understand,” Jeremy said, smiling. “What’s your name, little one?”

As soon as Jean heard the boy calling him ‘little one’, he turned red and was ready to burst. “I’m not little!” he shouted. “How dare you! I’m Jean, the god of water! You were sacrificed to me ! And I saved you!”

Then, Jean grabbed one of the many vases that were spread all over the place. He turned it upside down and Jeremy was ready to see the water fall down. But, it never did. The water and the flowers were elevating, midair, as if someone had frozen time while they were still falling.

At the same time, Kevin came back, holding a cup filled with some kind of orange liquid. He headed straight to Jeremy.

“Already showing off?” he asked, glancing at Jean. He handed the cup to Jeremy. “Here, drink this,” he said. “It will help you feel better.”

The boy took a couple of steps back. He was afraid of them. His eyes were wide, like a deer staring right into a car’s headlights, right before getting hit by it.

“Look,” the man tried again, “I will drink from it too. There is nothing to be afraid of. We don’t want to hurt you.”

After he said that, he took a couple of sips from the drink. Jeremy hesitated again, but in reality, he was feeling exhausted. As if a train had run over him multiple times. His bones were aching and his throat felt like it was cut with razor blades. Only after he had drank the liquid he realized that a god’s organism probably didn’t work quite like his.

It tasted almost like an orange juice. As soon as he finished it, he started feeling incredibly sleepy; his eyelids were closing, his head felt heavy. He passed out before he could even understand what was happening.

Kevin was ready to catch him. He carried him to the bed again and let him sleep. When he returned to the living room, Jean was still standing on the same spot.

“What the fuck did you do to him?” he demanded.

His shoulders were tense. His eyes wild. Kevin suddenly realized Jean was worried .

“It will really help him gain back his strength,” he said. “He just needed to sleep a bit more. Don’t worry, as I said, I don’t want to hurt him.”

Jean finally moved. He sunk into the couch.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Now, you are stuck with him,” Kevin replied, sinking in the couch, next to him.

#aftgreverse #aftg #jerejean #deya #art #fanfic #jean moreau #jeremy knox #alternative universe #au #bride of the water god au #my fafic #reverse big bang #ao3 #story

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gluupor · 5 years

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Okay, first off I have to say that you are one of my favorite fic authors EVER, and most definitely my absolute FAVORITE andreil/aftg author. Your writing and characterization is absolutely AMAZING!!! I also have what I think might be an amazing fic idea for you: an andriel Ladyhawke!au, starring former captain of the guard Andrew who is a wolf by night, and Young Lord Neil who is a hawk or fox by day. And they were cursed by Riko

I haven’t ever actually seen this movie but I have read a stucky ladyhawke au and I skimmed the imdb page, so I’m basically an expert.

Kevin waited until he couldn’t hear any movement in the trees before he stopped pretending to sleep. He had to sneak away while the blond brute—Andrew, he’d finally admitted he was called—wasn’t watching him. He was mildly grateful that Andrew had seen fit to break him out of jail, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what the short yet intimidatingly muscular mercenary wanted with him.

He quickly surveyed the makeshift campsite for the awful raven that Andrew seemed to keep as a pet—a huge bird, as big as a cat, with a vicious-looking beak and unsettlingly intelligent eyes—but the bird had flown off into the surrounding forest at the same time that Andrew had left to patrol at sundown. Not that Kevin could see if the raven had returned in the dark; it could be watching him from the darkness for all he knew. It had spent most of the day perched on the pommel of Andrew’s saddle, sleeping with its head under its wing; it was probably wide awake and hunting.

Kevin had spent the first part of his day trapped in jail and awaiting the public flogging he’d been sentenced to—a sentence he’d received for little more than being a known associate of Prince Riko. He’d had no idea how much animosity the peasant folk in the outlying areas had toward the royal family. Kevin had come to the town looking for refuge, cradling his shattered hand (a parting gift from the livid prince) against his chest, on his way to Palmetto. He’d only found anger and hostility.

The second part of his day had begun with Andrew showing up outside of his jail cell, keys in hand and no sign of the jailer with him. He was dressed all in black and had a massive raven perched on his shoulder. His face was impassive but he held the bearing of a trained guard and Kevin had thought for a wild moment that Riko had sent someone to rescue him. His theory was quickly disabused as Andrew bound him with rope, dragged him out of the jail, and lashed him to a horse, before mounting his own horse and hurrying them out of town. For the rest of the day, Andrew only said three sentences to him.

The first time Kevin managed to get a reaction out of him was when the raven briefly woke and idly circled Kevin a couple times before landing on his shoulder. Kevin tried to shy away from its talons.

“Sit still,” Andrew commanded.

Kevin swallowed nervously and obeyed. The raven peered at him curiously but made no move to peck out his eyes. “You stole this bird,” declared Kevin. All trained ravens belonged to the crown. Andrew didn’t reply. “Otherwise, how is it so well behaved?” pressed Kevin.

At that, Andrew snorted derisively but he still didn’t answer.

“You’re taking a stupid risk,” Kevin warned. “You’ll be flogged for stealing from the crown. The raven must be theirs.”

“No,” said Andrew quietly, “he isn’t. They only think he is.”

At that the raven quorked and took to the air. He circled above them for several minutes before coming to a rest in front of Andrew again. Andrew stroked its feathers almost reverently.

The only other thing that Kevin heard from him was when they stopped in a clearing for the night. Then he finally learned Andrew’s name and Andrew told him to get some sleep and stay in the campsite.

He didn’t know why Andrew took him or what he was planning on doing with him, but he wasn’t sticking around to find out.

He tiptoed out of camp, making it about three steps into the surrounding trees when he was halted in place by a low, menacing growl. All the hair on his body stood up straight and he narrowly avoided soiling himself as a large, blonde wolf stepped from the shadows into the light from the camp’s crackling campfire. Kevin’s blood ran cold and he took a cautious step back, wondering how long he had before the beast was on him. It was large for a wolf, its hulking shape standing higher than his hip and made of corded muscle.

“I’m pretty sure Andrew warned you to stay here,” said a low, amused voice from behind him.

Kevin whirled, keeping the wolf in his sights, to find a man he’d never seen before had appeared from nowhere and was now sitting on a log next to the fire, poking at it with a stick.

“Wha—Who—How—” he couldn’t gather his wits enough to form a full sentence.

“If you’re not going to sleep, then come sit,” offered the strange man. When Kevin didn’t move at first, he spoke again, more sharply, “Sit, Kevin.”

Kevin dumbly stumbled forward and sunk onto the ground beside the man. The wolf loped after him, brushing by Kevin’s side and making him shiver. The wolf lay at the man’s feet, nudging at the man’s hands.

“Yes, you’re very fearsome,” said the man as he scratched behind the wolf’s ears.

“Who are you?” Kevin managed to stutter.

“I’m Neil,” said the man, his attention still on the wolf, “Andrew’s travelling companion.”

“I didn’t see you before,” protested Kevin, watching with wide eyes as the wolf settled with a huff, eyes falling closed in pleasure at Neil’s ministrations.

“I’m good at camouflaging myself,” said Neil, sounding amused again. “I saw you, though.”

“That’s less comforting than you think.”

“Maybe I wasn’t trying to be comforting.”

Kevin grimaced. “Is that wolf yours?” he asked, still watching it warily.

“He’s his own,” said Neil.

“But he obeys you?”

“Only if I ask nicely,” answered Neil enigmatically. “He won’t let any harm come to me—or you, as long as you cooperate.”

“Cooperate with what?” demanded Kevin, more than ready for some answers.

“You are Lord Kevin Day, formerly the head of Prince Riko’s personal guard, are you not?” asked Neil.

Kevin didn’t reply; his former title hadn’t granted him any favours recently.

Neil didn’t seem to need his confirmation. “You know the layout of Castle Evermore like the back of your hand. You know the way in, guard shifts, secret passages…”

“So what?” asked Kevin suspiciously, already seeing where this was going. Riko might have turned on him but he wasn’t about to betray the rest of the royal family.

“So we need to get in.”

“Why?”

Neil only smiled at him, a sharp, cruel smile that sparked recognition in Kevin’s hindbrain. He’d seen that exact smile before, on an older face that had always terrified him.

“Butcher,” he breathed out.

The wolf was on its feet immediately with a warning growl. Neil tensed before forcibly relaxing. “No,” he said, putting a calming hand on the wolf’s flank.

“But you are, aren’t you?” insisted Kevin. “The son of Lord Nathan Wesninski, the King’s Butcher?”

Neil paused, watching his fingers twine in the wolf’s coat. “I was,” he admitted reluctantly.

“But everyone knows you’re dead!” exclaimed Kevin.

Neil punched him in the shoulder.

“Ow,” muttered Kevin, rubbing it sullenly.

“Does it feel like I’m dead?” asked Neil. “No, I’m very much alive, but go ahead and tell me what ‘everybody knows’.”

“You were betrothed to Prince Riko,” started Kevin when it became clear that Neil was serious in his request, “but one of your guards fell in love with you. When you made it clear that you loved only Riko, he…didn’t take no for an answer.” The wolf, who had settled down after his aggression, started growling again. Neil shushed it and stroked its head. “He, uh,” Kevin cleared his throat awkwardly, “he killed you and then himself so that Riko could never have you.”

“And this is what everyone knows?” said Neil dryly. “Riko has more imagination than I suspected. It is true that my guard fell in love with me—but I fell in love with him right back.” The wolf hmphed contentedly and laid its giant head across Neil’s lap. “And I never felt anything but contempt for Riko; who could?”

Kevin felt almost compelled to argue, before he stretched out his wounded hand and kept silent. “So you ran away? You and your guard? Where is he?”

Neil gave him a look that made him feel two inches tall. “You remember Andrew, right? Blond guy, broke you out of jail today?”

“Oh,” said Kevin stupidly. He couldn’t imagine Andrew as the dashing hero that had caused Nathan Wesninski’s only son to run away in a fit of love.

Neil rolled his eyes. “And we didn’t quite get away unscathed. Riko had his revenge.”

“He does that,” said Kevin in a strangled voice.

“What do you know about curses?” asked Neil.

Kevin started at the seeming non-sequitur. “Not much.”

“Did you know that the easiest way to break a curse is to kill the caster?”

“I—” Kevin cut himself off, realization hitting him. “That’s why you want to break into Castle Evermore. That’s why you need me; I know how to get to Riko’s chambers. He put you under some kind of curse? Is that why I couldn’t see you before?”

“Yes.”

“I won’t do it,” declared Kevin. “I won’t go back there, ever. For any reason.”

Neil hummed thoughtfully. “Where were you going?” he asked.

“What?”

“When you were sneaking out of camp, where were you going? Or were you just going to wander aimlessly?”

“I…I was going to Palmetto,” admitted Kevin. “Lord Wymack will give me sanctuary.”

“Alright then,” said Neil, leaning forward. His eyes glittered in the light from the fire. “We have a deal for you. Get us into Castle Evermore and we’ll protect you. No one will hurt you ever again. And once we’re finished, we’ll deliver you safely to Palmetto.”

“…What if I say no?” asked Kevin.

The wolf lifted its head and gave Kevin what appeared to be a grin, showing all its pointy teeth.

“Wouldn’t you rather be on our side?” asked Neil lightly.

“Are you sure Andrew will agree? Where is he, anyway?”

Neil grinned and looked down at the wolf. “He’s around. He’s protecting the camp. And he’ll protect you, if you agree to our deal.”

“And the wolf? He won’t hurt me?”

“You’re safe from the wolf and the raven as well.” There was something in his voice that Kevin couldn’t identify. “As long as you help us.”

“Help you kill the prince,” Kevin pointed out.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

He would have, up until very recently. But Riko had become increasingly erratic ever since his betrothed had been killed (or run away, apparently) and was becoming a danger to all around him. Kevin’s own injury had occurred as he’d tried to curb the prince from murdering innocents. In his heart of hearts, Kevin knew he had to be stopped. He shook his head once. “I’ll help you,” he whispered.

“Good,” said Neil, looking pleased. “You should get some rest; I’ll keep watch.” His words seemed to be more aimed at the wolf than at Kevin, but that was absurd. Kevin was probably just imagining things after his hectic day.

“Okay,” he said, standing and brushing himself off. “Goodnight,” he said around a yawn.

“Sleep,” said Neil. “We have a long road ahead of us.”

#aftg #tfc #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #my fic #bits #cw allusion to rape #cw allusion to murder #cw allusion to suicide #anon #asks

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side-effect-of-the-meds · 5 years

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I have a very specific idea for an Andriel au but I'm too lazy to write it. Instead I'mma just dump it on here and come back to it later.

So.... Fem!Andreil

Neil 'Nathaniel' Josten -> Ania 'Nathania' Josten

Andrew Minyard -> Erin Minyard bc it sounds like Aaron

It's rare for Mary to leave Nathania on her on for long but once when she's about fifteen/sixteen she lets her walk home from school.

Some dudes manage to grab her on the way home. She's held down by three while the other one starts touching her. She's screaming and kicking and fighting but it's useless. She's built small and doesn't actually know how to fight.

Mary is concerned when Nathania doesn't come home so she sets out to find her and finds her baby in the middle of it all.

Needless to say she castrated all four of them and now the only ones they're sleeping with is the fishes

Anyways, her mom refuses to leave her side unless Nathania is at school

The last thing her mom says to her is "-ania" so she takes it as her name.

She moves out to Millport and she's just so dead. Depression hits my bby hard. Exy is the only thing that gives her life meaning.

The captain is a little *ssh*l*

He sees her and he sees how weak she is off the court and how broken she is.

He follows her one day and makes unsuccessful advances on her.

When she rejects him, he takes what he wants.

Ania's flashbacks hit hard and she lets it happen bc dissociation

Hernadez walks in on it one time and is about to get mad for not getting a room but he sees Ania's eyes and knows exactly what's happening.

The captain is kicked off the team and expelled. They can't prosecute bc Ania wont testify.

All of this plus seeing the scars on her when he caught the captain in the act is the reason Hernandez calles Wymack.

Most of the rest of the story is the same but sub in Erin.

Oh, Erin. I'm in love with her

Erin is equally as bad as Andrew but she gets a lot more shit about it bc she's a girl and somehow stereotypes for female sociopaths are worse by a lot. This one isnt even me playing up the drama. It's bad irl

So u know Erin smacks Ania with the racquet. Ania has massive panic attacks bc Wymack and Kevin are very big men and she's on her knees with no escape. Erin picks up on it and makes sure she keeps the men away. She doesn't know Ania but she's heard about the incident with the captain. She'll be damned if she lets anything happen to this girl.

She kicks the men out and faces Ania on her own. She forces herself to think as clearly as she can through the drugged haze and essentially tells Ania that she'll always be no one and nothing, but at least she can be a nothing that plays exy. Erin hates exy but she can tell exy is the only thing this girl wants and this girl is insanely pretty. Erin wants her. She knows she probably can't have her, but she'll make a good toy for the summer. She makes herself promise not to break her too early bc then she wouldn't have anything for the rest of the year. The truth is she's just so smitten by the new girl who just mouthed off to Wymack and, deep down, Erin knows that no amount of drugs is going to stop her from missing that pretty face and dirty mouth.

So she lets Ania sign the contract. They don't get to pull the twin thing because Erin and Aaron are fraternal twins you can't be different genders and be identical but they look exactly the same. Instead, both twins go to pick her up and Erin fakes her high. Ania sees through it because she notices Ania's obvious annoyance at her brother and anger at Nicky for doing something dumb.

Summer goes on the way it does in the book, but drying with Wymack is really hard for Ania. She minimizes her time in his house bc he's big and muscly and covered in tattoos and it just doesn't sit well with her. Wymack tries to make himself small around her and he's never raised a hand at her. He just keeps out of her way.

Ania meets the Foxes and nearly dies when she meets Matt. He'd just so tall. She realizes that he's just a puppy soon enough but her guard is always up around Seth. He's mean and she doesn't like the way he looks at her. Erin only ever intervenes in matters when it's Seth coming at her. She assumed that after a few failed attempts Seth would back off. He doesn't tho so Erin ends up being to teach him a lesson.

Also Erin doesn't drug her. Drugging is something Erin has experienced. Unlike with Matt, she's not going to force Ania to potentially relive this particular trauma. She gets her drunk tho with similar effects

So yeah. Story goes on. Drake happens but he's still a guy.

It causes a lot of problems for Erin in a different way. I feel like Andrew has trouble with his sexuality bc he wonders if his upbringing 'turned' him gay, but Erin wonders the same. Is she gay bc of how men have treated her? She tired to shove those thoughts down but they keep coming back.

She gets sent to therapy. Proust happens.

And then Fem!Riko happens Riko is a female name so I'm keeping it

When Riko threatens Erin, Ania throws hands. She agrees to go to evermore the way Neil does only a much worse fate awaits her

Riko keeps her in the same bedroom as her and will handcuff her to the bed. She uses Ania to get off + cuts her up

Jean knew about the knives but not the rape.

When he finds out, he actually grows a spine and intervenes.

He's punished severely for it, but Riko lets up on Ania.

She comes home only to find out about Proust and she's mad. Ania took all of Riko' s treatment bc she assumed it meant that Erin would be spared the same thing. Instead they were both forced to relive their old trauma and got a new one too.

The "Doesnt mean I wouldn't blow you" scene is a thing but it's 'Doesn't mean I wouldn't eat you out".

They're on the roof during Ania's panic attack.

Erin grabs her face and pulls her close til their foreheads are touching and they sit there staring into each other's eyes. It settles something deep inside Ania and she finally calms down enough to stop crying.

When she does, she asks Erin how she can still have sex after everything

Erin just stares off into the distance bc honestly? She asks herself the same question all the time. She asks Ania if she ever touches herself and Ania says that there are times shes wanted to but she never tried bc she's afraid

Erin explains that if Ania wants to get better, she has to first let herself want. Only then could she ever start to heal.

Ania looks at her like she's crazy but the next time Ania is in the mood she accepts it. She tried for the first time and she focuses incredibly hard on the sound of Erin' s voice bc it keeps all her monsters at bay.

In the short time leading up to Baltimore, Erin teaches Ania to let go of the past and to want things for herself.

Erin preaches a lot of self love to Ania in that time. It always comes off kind of harsh bc it's Erin' s nature, but Ania knows what she means. She understands. Despite how much Erin preaches, she still has a hard time loving/caring about herself. She does all the exercises like standing in front of the mirror and telling herself she's good and taking time off to rest and just self care things, but she's been playing up the monster act for a long time. She doesn't have the outside validation she needs to get herself together. Ania sees this and she starts telling Erin how proud she is of her and how great she is. They aren't just throw away remarks either. Like, she knows not to overdo it, but she starts giving Erin the positive influence she needs.

The rooftop scenes after midnight practice with Kev are still a thing, however, Ania and Erin have also been sharing a room since their return from Easthaven and Evermore. They just do it I'm the roof so no one hears them. Ania always gets sent down first while Erin takes care of herself. She showers before Erin returns, but when she hears the locks click open she always gives Erin a bright smile. Erin just looks at her with empty eyes.

Erin herself is not empty. Ania's been getting to her. Everytime Ania thanks her for something or compliments her it sends a jolt through her body. She always feels a little high for a few hours after Ania's words. She wants to show Ania how much she's worth. She wants to give her everything in the world. Ania doesn't deserve all the things she's faced and it hurts Erin so much to know that she's faced them anyways. Erin is in love with Ania and she knows it. She's not even denying it to herself anymore. But Erin believes that once Ania gets better, she'll move on. She believes that she's just a phase and once Ania's better, she'll finally get to be court and get what she deserves. Erin is absolutely convinced that Ania will marry Kevin and ask her to be the maid of honor. Erin has made up her mind that she'll do it even if it kills her. Of course all of this is just the musings of Erin when she's alone in her car. None of this happens.

Erin really doesn't want Ania to leave her and she's starting to have trouble keeping all the emotion down. The only bits of open affection she shows are when Ania is coming down from her climax. Erin will trace patterns over Ania's ruined skin and press soft kisses to her scars. She's imagined herself telling Ania that she loves her a thousand times, but she can never bring herself to do it. Instead she tries to press every ounce of her love into those kisses and hopes Ania will one day understand.

The other little piece of affection she shows is when she comes back to the dorms at night. Ania is usually sitting on her bed drying her hair. Erin always takes the towel and scrubs Ania's hair for her. She blowdries it and then she carefully does them into a pair of boxer braids. She makes Ania sit in a stool in front of the mirror in their bathroom while she does it because she likes to watch Ania's expression she really likes having her hair played with so braiding works out well for her

Then Baltimore is a thing aamd it goes down exactly as it does in the books

She comes home from it all and sees her Foxes

And then there's Erin. Erin was in pieces after she found out the truth from Kevin. She didn't cry in front of the Foxes but as soon as she'd punched a few walls and kicked a few things, she collapses away from them. Wymack is there for this and for once in her life, Erin lets a man touch her. He pulls her into his arms and she sits there and she sobs hysterically. Wymack had always known what was up. Erin had spent the last year showing up drunk at his house and ranting and raving about Ania to no end. He'd pieced it all together far too quickly for Erin' s comfort but he's always seem through her facade before. Of course he did then too. It takes her a long time to calm down and when she does she shows out of his arms n is pacing the room angrily bc there's nothing else to do now other than wait.

Then there's spring break and it happens the same as the books

The rest of the book is the same honestly, but you see Erin learn to love herself and Ania learn to accept wanting things like sex and cuddles and physical contact in general. They both learn to believe that they deserve love from their new families and that they deserve each other.

#just a pipe dream #andreil #fem!andreil #the foxes #the foxhole court #the foxhole court au #tfc hc #tfc #tfc au #aftg au #aftg hc #aftg #all for the gay #all for the game #rape #rape mention #trigger warning

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gluupor · 6 years

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Idk if you are taking prompts/you know anyone who is willing to, but I just read a short story by the SOC author called Ayama and the Thorn Wood and I just thought of an andreil au. It’s about a girl who’s family doesn’t care about her at all and they send her to bargain with a beast in the woods as they will be compensated by the king. The beast tells her to tell him a story that will make him feels smth other than anger and she goes back a couple times, and they fall in love it’s so cute💕

This ended up being very long. Hopefully the Read More works; if it doesn’t I’ve tagged this post #long so you can blacklist it. It’s also available on AO3.

If you are the person who originally sent me the ask can you write back to let me know if you liked it?

Deep in the Western Mountains a spoiled and selfish King ruled over a lush valley. He lived lavishly, excessively, while his people suffered hardship. Their Kingdom was involved in several pointless disputes with neighbouring territories due to the King's easily bruised pride. The people in the valley grumbled angrily over the high taxes and hard living, but quietly, always quietly, not wanting to bring the King's wrath upon themselves.

The King had three advisors that he kept close by; he treated them as possessions and ensured that they all knew that they were his to command as he pleased. The least of the advisors called himself Neil, but only in his own mind. The King had other epithets for him.

The war in the East was getting particularly bloody causing both conscription in the army and taxes to rise at an alarming rate. The King's advisors begged and pleaded with him to forgive the slight, to call their people home, but their requests fell on deaf ears. The people of the valley began to grumble less quietly, angry and vengeful over their lost sons and gold.

Tensions were at a high when one day a goatherd went out to his pasture in the morning and found all his goats dead, their remains scattered. His was not the only pasture affected, causing panic among the commoners.

"No ordinary man could have done this," they whispered. "Only a Monster could do such a thing."

For some years it had been known that a Monster had taken up residence in the Thorn Wood. As a rule the valley people avoided entering the surrounding forest at all and so there had been an uneasy truce between them. One which the Monster had now broken.

The King promised to protect his subjects from this threat. "This is why your sons and tax money must support a strong military," he told them and they fervently agreed.

"Silvertongue," said the King idly to the least of his advisors, "you are finally to put your tongue to good use. You are to go and speak with this Monster to convince him to leave our herds alone."

"He'll be killed!" protested the King's favourite advisor, the man who was second only to the King.

"But he's so quick and clever with his quips," drawled the King, his beetle-black eyes boring into Neil with malevolence. "Surely he'll be able to talk his way out of danger."

"What will my reward be if I succeed?" asked Neil in resignation. He belonged to the King; he could not disobey him.

"Money," said the King. "I will reward you handsomely."

Neil strung a copper cup and a silver knife onto his belt and headed across the valley. The sun beat down on him relentlessly as he passed through now-empty pastures that contained only the remains of herd animals, their corpses obscured through black clouds of flies.

He was unafraid. All his life he had been at the mercy of violent men, the Monster could not be much worse than them. Perhaps it would even kill him quickly.

He approached the Thorn Wood cautiously, the magic of the place causing his skin to break out in gooseflesh. He pushed a thorny bramble aside and stepped into the forest.

Even without the tingle on his skin, he would have known that the wood was magical. It was dark and cool under the trees, the night sky above dotted with stars, even though it had been high noon when he breached the forest's boundary. A light breeze blew through the trees, soothing his overheated skin.

It was ominously quiet, no sounds of birds or insects, only the slight gurgle of a brook. Neil could never remember being quite so thirsty, so he moved forwards, taking the copper cup from his belt and dipping it into the fresh, cool water.

"I wouldn't drink that if I were you," came an indolent voice from behind him, "unless you wish to become a beast like me."

Neil whipped around, cursing himself for momentarily forgetting why he was here. The Monster stood fairly close by. He was shaped like a man, albeit a very short one, but he had curling horns protruding from either side of his head. His eyes glowed yellow, and his nose emitted a thin stream of smoke when he breathed.

Neil slowly gripped his silver knife. "Monster," he said.

"Little rabbit," replied the Monster. "Were you sent to kill me?" he continued mockingly, before his hand darted forwards, impossibly quickly, and grabbed Neil's knife. He plunged it into his own chest, but the knife turned away, unable to pierce the Monster's hide. "This won't help you." He threw the knife down at Neil's feet and smiled. It wasn't a nice smile, it was distinctively threatening, all of the Monster's pointed teeth showing.

"I am not afraid of you," said Neil.

The Monster cocked his head thoughtfully. "Interesting," he said. "Why are you here, rabbit?"

"You have killed our grazing animals," said Neil.

"Have I?" responded the Monster. "Well, the King's own herds have not been touched. I am sure that he will be able to make up the difference."

"While the King is happy to do so-" Neil's words cut off in his throat, choking him, and a loud siren echoed in his ears. He looked around wildly.

"Careful," said the Monster once the sound had ceased. "The wood has no rules but one. Speak truth."

Neil clenched his jaw in frustration. "Will you agree to leave our herds alone?"

"For nothing in return?" asked the Monster. "No."

"What do you want?"

"A story," said the Monster, after some contemplation.

"A story?" echoed Neil.

"Yes, a story," said the Monster. "If you can tell me a story that does not bore me I will agree to leave your herds be. If not," he smiled again, showing his teeth, "I will eat you."

"I can't imagine I'd be a very satisfying meal," said Neil, gesturing at his skinny frame.

"No," agreed the Monster, "but perhaps killing you would discourage future trespassers."

Neil rolled his eyes and tried to think of a story to tell. He wondered if the wood's rules would prevent him from saying anything untrue.

"Once," he started hesitantly, "there was a boy who was always hungry. No matter how much he ate he couldn't fill himself up and he was desperately unhappy. His parents consulted doctors and wise women and sages from far away lands but no one could tell them why their son had such an appetite.

"News of the boy's strange affliction travelled far and wide until it was heard by a doctor's daughter, a beautiful, compassionate, and intelligent girl. She brought the news to her father who had travelled all over the world and knew many things. She entreated him to help the boy.

"Together the doctor and his daughter travelled to the boy's hometown. The doctor examined him, making him open his mouth up wide so that he could peer down into his gullet. 'Ah,' said the doctor. 'I see.' He turned to the boy's mother. 'Did you ever sleep with the window open while the boy quickened in your belly?' he asked.

"The boy's mother was taken aback but answered in the affirmative. The doctor explained that while the mother had slept she had accidentally breathed in the night air and a small piece of the night, black and void, was now lodged in her son. The only thing that could fill the emptiness was the sun.

"The boy was perplexed. How would he reach the sun in order to consume the teaspoonful he needed to sate his hunger? There were not any ladders tall enough to reach the sky. The doctor's daughter was the one who came up with a solution. The sun, she realized, was not always up in the sky. In the evenings it touched the sea in the west. She and the boy sailed to where the sea met the sky and at sunset the boy collected a teaspoonful of sun-"

The Monster scoffed. "And I suppose it filled the void within him and he married the beautiful, intelligent doctor's daughter and had twenty babies and lived happily ever after?" he asked scornfully.

"No," said Neil indignantly, although that was how the story had ended when his mother had told it to him when he was a small child. "That would be nonsense. The boy did drink the teaspoonful of sun and it did cure his everlasting hunger. And he did marry the doctor's daughter and have many children. But despite all that, the boy found that he was still unhappy. Some people are born with a piece of night inside them - a hollow place that can never be filled with good food or sunshine. The empty void can never be banished and we must simply endure it, as the boy did."

The Monster watched Neil intently, his yellow eyes seeming to see through him completely. Neil regretted what he had said; he had not wanted to reveal so much of his own truth. Casting his eyes away from the Monster's knowing stare, he noticed pale, thin scars along the Monster's forearms.

"I thought that knives couldn't pierce a Monster's hide," said Neil in confusion.

"Not a Monster's hide, no," agreed the Monster, with a significant look over to the brook. Neil remembered what the Monster had revealed earlier.

"Were you once a man?" asked Neil.

The Monster was quiet for a long time. "I will not harm your herds, rabbit," he said finally, turning away from Neil. "Go now, and don't return."

Neil knew that the vow was good because the wood demanded truth, but he needed proof to bring back to his King. The Monster seemed to know this. "Take a sprig of quince blossoms," he said. "It only grows in enchanted lands. That should be proof enough."

Neil's return from the Thorn Wood caused widespread joy and relief. The word spread that the Monster would trouble their herds no more. The only one displeased by this turn of events was the King.

"And what did you have to offer the beast in order to protect our herds?" he asked snidely, his eyes cold and calculating. "What have you given away?"

"Nothing that couldn't be parted with," replied Neil placidly.

The King hemmed and hawed but under the watchful eyes of his two other advisors he granted Neil with the reward he had been promised.

Life in the valley resumed its normal rhythm, but Neil found himself often distracted. He thought often about the Thorn Wood, the cool, enchanted clearing, and the creature that dwelt there.

As the fear of the Monster lessened, the old complaints of the common folk started up again. The King had raised the taxes even higher to help fund his petty squabbles. Tensions were again at a high when one day a farmer went out to her field only to find that her crops had been ravaged and destroyed. Hers was not the only farm affected, and again fear spread among the commoners.

"Silvertongue," said the King lazily. "The Monster is at it again. Go to him once more and convince him to leave our crops alone."

"Just because he survived once doesn't guarantee the Monster won't kill him this time," argued the King's favourite advisor.

"He will do as I command."

"And what will be my reward?" asked Neil.

"Land," said the King. "I will gift you land carved from my best estate if you succeed."

Again Neil tucked his copper cup and his silver knife into his belt and journeyed across the valley. When he reached the Thorn Wood, he pushed eagerly through the brambles, heaving a contented sigh when he stepped into the cool, enchanted clearing.

The Monster was before him, pacing as if he had been waiting. He stopped as Neil stepped forwards.

"You must not be valued if they would send you to your death a second time," remarked the Monster.

Neil ignored that, knowing it was truth due to the rules of the wood. "You have destroyed our crops."

"Have I?" responded the Monster. "The King's own crops and stores have not been touched. Let him make up the difference."

"Will you make a bargain to leave our crops alone?"

"You know the only bargain I will make, little rabbit," said the Monster. "Speak truth and then I will decide your fate."

Neil had been prepared for this. His last story had revealed a truth about himself which had led the Monster to sharing a truth of his own. "A woman with a sad countenance came to a small village. There she met a man who was in want of a wife and they were married and before long they had a child. As the child grew he became difficult and disobedient. He was often sickly, which led to a deep unhappiness, and he was a great burden on his mother. The women of the village felt sorry for the mother whose countenance grew even more sad and they commiserated with her often.

"One day, an evil spirit from the North arrived, preying on the poor mother. It broke her cream pitchers, and destroyed the tinctures that she had made to keep her child healthy. It broke her husband's plow so that he was stuck at home during the day. But mostly it followed the child, as if drawn by his bad behaviour. It would rattle the windows and shake his bed so that he could have no rest and it would spill his dinner on the floor when he tried to eat."

The Monster growled. "Let me guess. The child cried and prayed and promised to behave itself which caused the spirit to leave, and this is a lesson to ungrateful children everywhere."

That was how the story had ended when Neil's mother had whispered it to him after he had endured another punishment from his father, but it was not how Neil's version of the story ended. "No, that would be nonsense," he said. "The child realized that the spirit was trying to communicate so one day when his parents were out he quieted down and sung a lullaby to lure the spirit to speak. When the spirit spoke it revealed that it was the spirit of the child's mother's firstborn son whom she had caused to sicken and die in order to gain sympathy from the women of her village. The mother had then travelled away to find somewhere new to repeat her crimes and it had taken the spirit several years to find her. It had then tried to protect her new child: smashing the tinctures that the mother fed him to keep him sickly and ill, destroying his food to keep him from eating poisons, keeping him awake so that she could not administer anything in his sleep. The spirit had even broken the plow to keep the child's father home more often.

"The child was shocked but he told his father what the spirit had revealed. His father was skeptical but he agreed to investigate and he found that all that the spirit had said was true. Because sometimes those that are meant to love us most are the ones who do us the most harm."

Again the Monster watched Neil intently, his eyes bright with understanding. "What happened to the mother?" he eventually asked.

"Bad fates do not always follow those who deserve them," said Neil. "But I believe that she was eaten by a dragon."

The Monster gave a little huff. "Very well, rabbit, I will leave your crops alone." He turned to leave.

"What is your name?" asked Neil asked, not wanting the Monster to leave yet. Why not rest here and share another story? Why not learn more of the Monster's truth?

"What is yours?" countered the Monster.

Neil opened his mouth to reply, but then closed it quickly. The wood demanded truth.

The Monster watched him silently for a long time. "Take another sprig of quince blossoms," he said finally, "and leave me in peace."

Neil's return was once again heralded through the land, much to the King's displeasure. After reluctantly agreeing to grant Neil the reward he had been promised the King regarded him shrewdly.

"Does the Monster trust you?" he asked.

"Not killing me and trusting me are two very different things," replied Neil.

"Still…" said the King thoughtfully. "It does let you get close."

"What are you suggesting?" asked the King's favourite advisor.

"Silvertongue," said the King sharply. "You will return to the Thorn Wood and slay this beast so that we all may live in safety."

"No blade can pierce the hide of the Monster," Neil protested.

"A blade carved from the enchanted quince that grows in the Thorn Wood can kill anything," replied the King, gesturing to his second advisor. The man came forward carrying a box that held a knife carved from the sprig of quince blossoms that Neil had carried back from the Thorn Wood.

"If you do this," said the King, "then I will release you." Neil looked up sharply. "If you plunge that blade into the heart of the Monster, your servitude to me will be complete."

Neil could scarcely dare believe the King's words. Freedom and a safe place to call home were all that he had ever wanted out of life. He reluctantly reached out and gingerly picked up the quince blade.

"Kill the beast," said the King, "and you'll be free to do as you please."

For the second day in a row Neil made the trek across the valley to the Thorn Wood. The Monster seemed taken aback when Neil walked into the clearing, but recovered himself quickly.

"Are you that eager to be eaten?" he asked dryly.

"Do you want to hear a story?" Neil asked in reply.

"In exchange for what?" said the Monster warily.

"You'll see," said Neil. "Can I speak?"

The Monster gave a hesitant nod.

"Once upon a time a boy was born to two parents who hated each other," Neil started. "Their marriage had been arranged by their families against the wishes of them both. But they did their duty and brought a child into their unhappy union. The wife came to love the boy, in her own way, but the husband was full of hate. He hated everyone and everything but most of all he hated his own son and he often punished the boy just for existing.

"After many years the husband found a way to rid himself of the son he despised and sold him into the servitude of a King that he had angered. The wife did not wish for her son to be sold so she absconded with him in the night. Unfortunately, her husband anticipated this and stopped them, killing his wife for her disobedience.

"The boy was not sorry to leave the house of his father, but the King was also very cruel and he often punished the boy for his words. Just as the boy was resigned to his fate he was sent to treat with a Monster."

Neil looked up and caught the Monster's eyes. "Twice he spoke with the Monster, trading truths. But the King was still not happy. He sent the boy back to kill the Monster with a magic blade. He offered the boy freedom and a home, the two things that the boy had always wanted. But the boy realized that more than those things he wanted a place to belong."

"And how does this story end?" asked the Monster.

"I don't know yet," said Neil. "But the moral is that sometimes we don't know what we're looking for until it shows up in a way we weren't expecting."

The Monster was silent for a time, staring thoughtfully at his old scars. "There once was a boy who was unwanted by everyone," he said haltingly. "The only people that ever wanted him desired to hurt him. No one could hear his cries for help and when he tried to make them listen they said that he was a monster inside. He tried to match his insides to his outsides, carving his pain into his skin for the world to see, but the world turned a blind eye.

"He retreated into the forest, isolating himself. One day he stumbled upon an enchanted wood. The wood was safe and solitary but only a magic creature can live in a magic environment. Knowing that it would change him, he drank deeply from the brook until his outsides finally matched his insides and everybody kept away."

"What was his name?" asked Neil.

"His name was Andrew," replied the Monster.

"Andrew," repeated Neil thoughtfully. "My name is Neil." The wood did not object.

"One day a nearby King needed to distract his subjects and so arranged to have the commoners' herds attacked and their crops destroyed to unite them against a common enemy. But the King was foolish and he sent a kindred soul to reason with the Monster and the Monster realized that his home was lonely." The Monster stepped forwards and gently detached the copper cup from Neil's belt. He knelt and filled it with water from the brook before offering it to Neil. "Stay with me?" he asked.

Neil never returned to the valley Kingdom. Within a week of his departure, the King was found stabbed through the heart with a quince blade. Soon after, evidence was found that he had been the one to kill the herds and destroy the crops. The King's favourite advisor ascended to the throne and he ruled the land with justice and benevolence. He decreed that the Thorn Wood was never to be breached by any of his subjects and so the two Monsters who dwelt within were able to spend their days together in peace, forgotten by all who would bring them harm.

#aftg #tfc #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #my fic #prompt #cw animal death #cw vague reference to child abuse #cw implied murder #anon #asks #long

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jostenminyard · 6 years

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binch just imagine Andreil fighting physically. Maybe it was planned maybe not idk. Just swinging fists and rolling around trying to one up the other, and Neil fights so dirty! He's a cheat, he's swift, he's crafty and evasive. And Andrew's just terrifying and uses brutal but precise strength and strong holds. who would win tell me ur ideas (ofc they both win in the end because they kiss each other's bruises and bandage each other and neil laughs but who wins the fight)

YOU ARE A GENIUS AND A GODSEND HELLO

fuck wow like it would have to be a very specific situation for them to start fighting canon wise unless they were just sparring, BUT, let’s talk AU where they’re rivals. like ASSASSIN RIVALS. OOOH BITCH.

but first, canon: they’re sparring together before andrew graduates bc he wants neil to be fully equipped with the means to defend himself

and neil is kinda against it bc he caN defend himself. so, cue the dirty fighting! jabs to all andrew’s sensitive spots, being too quick, BITING.

when he’s got andrew pinned down andrew goes “this isn’t what i meant” and neil just goes “you wanted me to be able to defend myself. am i not doing that?”

andrew hates him. andrew flips them over and gives neil the kiss of his life, one neil would never want to defend himself against

but alright. AU. assassins. rival assassins.

assigned to fuckin take each other out

kind of like mr and ms smith i guess idk i’ve only seen that movie when i was a child

but they don’t get married or anything they literally hate each other from day one

“hate”

and it’s a bunch of near misses, always being a second too late, somebody innocent getting in the way of a clear shot

bitter phone calls on burner phones. neil being like “you almost had me”

and andrew being like “don’t think too high of yourself for having an elderly lady stand in the way.”

“i’m sorry, which one of us was stopped by an old lady?”

omg imagine a scene where andrew is chasing neil down a street but neil is, of course, fast as fuck and andrew is a smoker so he struggles a little. and just when he thinks he’s got neil, with neil just across the street, a bus or truck drives by

and once it passes, neil is completely gone. omg andrew’s blood has never boiled so hot before

anyways what i’m getting at is they’re impossible to kill. both of them. they work too good against each other and know each other too well

so when they’re finally face to face, they’re both in unexplored territories where in which they don’t know how the other fights

but they soon find out.

as you said, neil is cunning and sly and quick

andrew is strong and powerful.

he’s more brtual than neil was expecting, but neil knows exactly how to fight against someone stronger than him.

idk why i’m picturing this in a restaurant kitchen but i am. so they’re in the kitchen, picking up random ass knives, pots and pans, cutting boards even, spilling things EVERYWHERE and making so much noise

and all the while, they’re spewing out jabs and jokes like “i think that knife is nearly as tall as you” OR LMAO andrew pointing at this red ass fish on the counter and going “relative of yours?”

as the fight goes on, they realize what they’ve known all along. that they don’t want to kill the other because then the fight would be over. and they kind of like the fight

so they’re throwing punches, kicks, hits, pushing each other into the walls and fridges and doors, but soon enough their hurtful grabs become grabs of desperation, of holding on

imagine them in their fine ass suits, bloody lips and noses with cuts all over, holding onto each other with a sudden fierceness that frightens them

and when exhaustion takes over, and they’ve no fight left to give but they know they absolutely have to win, and they fall to the ground

and they go “give up” and “never” and “stop already” and “i can’t -”

and with neil on his back and andrew above him, hands gripping arms and body pressing against body, eyes looking into eyes, they stop one fight to start another

they both lean in at the same time and have a few seconds of intense kissing, harder and more passionate than their fighting had been

and then the next moment neil is rolling them over so he’s on top and looking down at andrew and he’s not sure what he’s looking for

not sure, until andrew nods, and puts his hands on neil’s hips, and then neil nods

and then they’re kissing again

among the mess and the blood and the goddamn fish

and they both lose but they both win

and i like to imagine they either team up as assassins or run away together or take out their bosses together. it doesn’t matter, because in the end they are together

#anon #message #andreil #my headcanons #wow why can i see this so specifically in a kitchen lmao

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