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25 / fearless / 208 words

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Neil had always liked to believe he wasn’t afraid of anything — at least, that he wasn’t afraid of much.

The older he got though, the more he realized just how much he had always been afraid of:

The Moriyamas, the Wesninskis, the Hatfords.

Success, stability, freedom.

“Stop wiggling,” Andrew chastised, pressing his open palm against the side of Neil’s cheek and holding him tightly. Neil was curled into him, head resting over Andrew’s heart, his arm wrapped around Neil’s body. I can feel your mind whirring from up here.”

Neil hummed. “Just thinking about life.”

“A big job for your little brain.”

Neil only nodded. “So many of my ghosts are gone,” he added. “Buried. With your help.”

Andrew said nothing in return, not big on sentimentality. But Neil didn’t need him to agree for it to be the truth.

“You’ve made me fearless,” Neil whispered.

“Wow,” Andrew replied. “I hate you. When did you get so sappy?” The quip was cold, but the lingering kiss he pressed against the top of Neil’s head was warm.

Shrugging, Neil burrowed further into Andrew’s side, a soft smile pressed against his chest.

With Andrew beside him, Neil was no longer afraid of moving forward; he wasn’t afraid of life, of love, of his own happiness.

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Andreil🦊

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locked in learning french

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Girls🥺💞

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tiny boyfriends

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”Remember this feeling. This is the moment you stop being the rabbit.”

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i think we as a fandom genuinely forget how kevin and andrew are literally like best friends. like andrew went with kevin to california. at the start of tfc everyone describes them as literally joined at the hip. if andreil ever got married KEVIN WOULD LITERALLY BE ANDREW'S BEST MAN. kevin will call andrew in the future when they're all graduated because he knows andrew will pick up. they had a single carry-on between them in tgr. they probably stayed in the same hotel room. they fight like an old married couple throughout the og trilogy constantly. kevin knows how to rile andrew up and to calm him down. nora can pry kandrew (romantic and platonic) from my cold dead fucking hands.

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the press going insane after andreil coming out because they finally after years!!! understand what neil means by "i swing towards the goal" that he says when a reporter asks about his sexuality

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Join me on discord! 21+, dead dove friendly, with opt in channels for tfc and tsc to avoid spoilers 🧡

foxhole sun

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Just thinking about andrew in a pride month party at the edens

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Aftg comic strip concept

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saw way too many cool hair styles andrew could have ok!! some andreils for the soul

full wips on patreon / ig / tiktok / shop

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happy pride to our demi king Neil Josten ily baby (my art for ABaderneiros' demisexual day)

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Kerejean gc is my whole life

Inspired By

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21 / mean / 279 words

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“It’s Moreau,” Jeremy corrected. Again.

No one could pronounce Jean’s name correctly: not leasing agents or veterinarians or reporters. It didn’t matter much to Jean, but Jeremy would never let the error go uncorrected.

“That’s what I said,” the reporter replied, the way they always did. “Murrow.”

“His name is Jean-Yves Moreau,” Jeremy insisted, and he sounded mean, his Trojan facade breaking just for Jean. “It’s not John fucking Murrow.”

“Jeremy,” Jean said, a bit chastising in spite of the heat burning low in his belly. No one had ever stood up for him the way that Jeremy did, not even the rest of the floozies, who Jean was certain would sacrifice everything for him. “He’s not worth it.”

The reporter stood stone-faced across from them, clearly thrown off by Jeremy’s uncharacteristic ire.

“Jean,” Jeremy started, angling his head to look at Jean, but the words clearly caught in his throat at what he saw on Jean’s face. “Y-you deserve…”

Jean could feel the blush rising on his cheeks, could feel the heat burning in his eyes. He had tried endlessly to keep his attraction to his captain at bay, but something about this new display of emotion, about the true Jeremy Knox breaking through the surface, had Jean’s inhibitions entirely evaporating.

Jeremy laughed softly, shaking his head minutely. “Is it because I said ‘fuck?’”

“To a reporter,” Jean explained, as if any of that mattered. Not when Jeremy was looking back at him with a matching expression of desire on his face, bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

Not when he was already guiding the two of them back home to their shared bedroom,, the incompetent reporter instantly forgotten.

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This part-

They ruined me forever

I still haven't finished the third book but I needed to draw that scene