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thelucyverse · 4 years

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Andromaquynh fic: In Your Stead

On ao3 | wip on tumblr parts 1-10

Part 11:

Alone, Andromache throws herself into her work.

She had already continued her search in secret, and now that she is on her own- based in an old safehouse that is really barely more than a cave by the sea, which she is fairly certain Nick and Yusuf have forgotten about by now as she had never gone back there after Quynh’s death- she can really start working again.

Apart from comparing and drawing on maps and duing calculations of movement, she also tries her hand at the mechanica side of things.

Finally, she actually manages to modify a submarine to withstand more pressure- probably not enough for a deep deep sea, but enough for some places... and who knows, maybe the first place she starts looking in will be the one?

She can’t not try.

The submarine works as it should, taking Andromache further and further into the ocean.

She has built two escape doors into the thing, too afraíd of ending up trapped herself to go for anything less.

Maybe she should have just given the thing an unmanned test run instead...

While she has constructed the metal contraception to withstand more pressure, she hadn’t realised that a longer journey would also mean a need for additional oxygen.

She doesn’t have any.

Something goes wrong, she doesn’t know what, she doesn’t understand the dials on the wall anymore- and it is only then that she realises how thin the air in the capsule has become-

Already half delirious, she manages to get out of the submarine- glad not to end up in her own version of an iron coffin- and into the open sea.

She drowns.

If she hadn’t been quite so familiar with the feeling already, it might have come as more of a shock.

As it is, she manages to swim further up each time she comes back to life.

The useless submarine is almost out of sight, the surface already feels as if it is in her reach, but then- oh no!

Quynh thinks that she has finally gone insane.

She is still drowning, trapped underwater as always-

but she isn’t trapped at all.

Her limbs flail in the water, she sees light- light! above her.

What is this?

She can't remember freeing herself... Woudln’t she remember that?

Is she finally free?

Free?

Then, suddenly, she is back in her iron coffin.

The metal walls feel closer than ever, the darkness more vast and disturbing than before.

Sobbing in frustration, she hits the metal surrounding her.

After the fiasco with the submarine, Andromache knows that she has to take a step back, slow down.

At the very least, let the others know where she starts any new expeditions so they have a chance of finding her.

The terror of being caught in the submarine sits deep in her bones, the fear what the experience might have done to Quynh even deeper.

After she came to again in free water, had drifted further down again. Either Quynh hadn’t managed to keep swimming, or she had stayed dead for quite a bit in-between...

She doesn’t want to think about it anymore.

Taking money- cash- and a few valuables out of one of her hideouts stashed with a currency that is still in use, she decides to properly move in somewhere new.

She’ll send Yusuf and Nicolò a postcard- and, by extension, Livre, though she doesn’t quite care enough about him to care whether or not he knows where she is and whether or not she is alright.

Not that she is alright, not really.

But she is still alive, and she will keep fighting until she finds Quynh.

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lilolilyr · 1 year

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✨ao3 wrapped 2022✨

Felt tagged by cinematicnomad, thx for that!

Works published: 77, and I'm just 4 fics shy of a total amount of 500 works on Ao3, taking prompts atm to crack that nice number before the end of the year!

Word count: 158,133 which means I surpassed my goal of 150k for the year! I knew I'd never make it to the record breaking 500 of last year, what with studying and working cutting into the fandom time, but I did set myself that goal to try and keep up with my writing at least a bit, and I made it past the goal just this week! & It's actually a bit more than the current number because a gift fic is still in my draft until the 31st.

Kudos: 2443

Bookmarks: 201

Subscriptions: 75 (& 138 user subscriptions which I think isn't this year's, but just the current amount? Also, Why does anyone subscribe on Ao3 instead of using bookmarks, it just cloggs the email adsfg)

most popular by kudos: Love me for me at 282

most hits: also love me for me 3195 (I think that's a Mirandy fic? Ao3 stats don't link to the actual work, just showing me the name and amount. I could go to my works & filter for it but I'm feeling lazy)(edit: had to anyway bc of another q later on and yes it's Mirandy! It's just the biggest fandom I'm in at the moment, other fics might just have gotten 30 kudos but then I know literally everyone in for example the Gunpowder Milkshake fandom read it xD so these stats really don't mean a lot without context)

longest: death can't part us, distance might 9k I know that one, TOG reverse bang! I didn't write very long stories this year, barely had the time to finish oneshots before forgetting about the plot, definitely didn't get around to writing any longfics!

shortest: jeesh now I did have to go to works & filter... There are a bunch of '0 words' visual works, but the shortest actual fics are a bunch of drabbles (exactly 100 words each), I wrote 17 of them this year

most comments: here to learn another Mirandy fic. Lovely how active that fandom is!

fics that made me cry: of my own fics?? Idk maybe this Milippa fic. By other people? Lots! Can't think of any atm though either, but if you filter my bookmarks for angst or h/c it's probably everything you find there

fics that made me smile: Goncharov :):):) just the fandom in general but Katfia and the fact that it's the main ship of the fandom & I wrote 15 ficlets already makes me smile a lot :)

gifts: I got a bunch of gift exchange gifts actually from 2021 exchanges, then some where I sent prompts for the fics, and one Mirandy fic where the idea for the fic was mine. I gave 13 gifts as well for various reasons

collaborations: two Andromaquynh reverse bang gift&art combos with @wrenaspun @unjapanologist , and a Mirandy collab discord writing challenge thingy with @guardianrock @stupidsexycopshows @scarlet-heels (does Alyssa have a tumblr?), it was fun!

events: reverse bang, gift exchanges, most recently the Berena winter songfic event by the amazing @batnbreakfast and @ktlsyrtis and the still ongoing Bering and Wells exchange by @purlturtle and Mirandy by @stupidsexycopshows <3

Tagging everyone I've already tagged above, @sterenheart @mako-and-tails-and-stuff @cookie-sheet-toboggan and any other writer mutuals who see this, only if you want to of course!

#ao3 wrapped #ao3 stats #reminds me i think i got an ask about the b&w exchange I ought to answer oupsie #x #tagging meme #ao3 link #lilo writes #lilo writes behind the scenes #my post #mine #dec'22 #27.12.22

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lilolilyr · 3 years

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One liner prompt: 10 with andromaquynh :)

Hi! It's taken me ages to get to this, but now I actually really like how it turned out, I hope you'll like it as well!

on ao3 here! 1k, T, no warnings

one liner prompts | & there are more prompt ideas if you search my blog for 'prompt list' :)

Fluff & humor ahead!

"Hm, we haven't sparred in a while, my love," Quỳnh notes, wrapping her arms around Andromache from behind as she is drinking her coffee, looking out of the kitchen window. "Not since you stopped bleeding, in fact..."

Quỳnh always calls it that, the time where Andy was bleeding, the time she wasn't healing properly, never the time she was mortal. She doesn't believe - doesn't want to, can't perhaps believe that Andromache had ever really been in danger of dying. And maybe she is right, who knows? Fact is, Andy got worse, but then she got better.

"You want to fight me now that you don't have to pretend like you aren't going easy on me anymore?" Andy asks, putting her empty cup down on the windowsill and turning around in Quỳnh's arms. "Want to see whether you can win?"

"I never went easy on you, Quỳnh sniffs disdainfully. "We just didn't fight to death or losing consciousness, and that tends to end in a stalemate."

"Truth," Andromache laughs. "So, you want to spar?"

"Hmm," Quỳnh practically purrs, leaning in closet to peck Andromache on the lips. "We also haven't fought with blades in... Even longer than that."

She hadn't dared fight Andy with any weapons when they had thought that any wrong move could mean her demise.

"Swords or knifes?" Andy asks her, absent-mindedly playing with the hem of Quỳnh's shirt. She had touched Quỳnh and been touched by her a lot since Quỳnh came back, even more since they talked about how they still love each other after all this time, how Andromache never forgot Quỳnh even when she had to turn her back to the search to live herself, and how Quỳnh forgave her for it, if she ever really blamed her at all…

And then, they touched each other even more once Andromache’s immortality had returned, more forcefully and less afraid, touching each other everywhere at any time, but she never grows tired of the other woman's skin and warmth. Still, right now Quỳnh has other plans for them, so Andy slides her hands further down to hook her fingers in the belt loops of Quỳnh's tailored dark trousers to hopefully get less distracted by her skin.

"You have swords here?" Quỳnh asks, surprised, "I thought they were all in the house the others are staying in, that we'd have to revert to kitchen knives while we are staying here."

"While Nicky isn't here to tell us not to, you mean?" Andy laughs. Back in the old times, when it had just been her and Quỳnh, when they had been travelling with one, maybe two blades on a person, each had been used for whatever purpose they had currently needed a knife or weapon for. She wouldn't mind doing the same now, but she has to admit that it has some perks to have different categories of blades – she definitely likes not having to worry about the steak knife having grown dull from fencing anymore.

"No, I have weapons here. Did you really think I'd keep them all in one place?" Andy adds with a grin. "Most of the old European ones are in that safehouse, but I have my own collection. Want to see?"

"Sure!" Quỳnh squeezes her waist another time before she takes a step back. "Lead the way, my love.”

Andromache feels a little giddy with anticipation now. She knows that Nile showed Quỳnh a number of movies already, but she hadn't always been there to see which ones exactly they'd viewed, so she isn't sure whether she'll get the reference - but she thinks Quỳnh will enjoy the sight of her weapons arsenal either way.

"In here."

Quỳnh looks a little surprised when they enter the small room holding cleaning supplies and a few old pairs of shoes, but definitely no weapons. She raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment.

Andy turns back, giving her a grin - and then she turns and pushes the knob a broom is hanging on, and a part of the wall swings inside, giving way to a hidden room with cupboards showcasing several handguns, three rifles, a number of knives, daggers and swords as well as two recurve bows and corresponding arrows.

Quỳnh gapes.

"I’m a bit surprised you didn't already stumble upon this, really," Andromache tells her with a cheeky grin.

Quỳnh pokes her in the ribs, then steps past her to look at the weaponry. There is a switch at the bottom of the hidden room, and when she steps on it, the cupboards light up, the blades gleaming brightly.

"Very James Bond," Quỳnh murmurs appreciatively, and Andromache beams.

"I wasn't sure whether you watched those already."

"Nile showed me some of the new one, says she doesn't like the old ones much," Quỳnh replies distractedly, already stroking over the different daggers and knives.

She saw the bows, too, of course, and it makes her feel all warm and fuzzy to know that Andy kept a weapon like this when it was never her own favourite... But right now, she is looking for something with a bit of a shorter range to fight with Andromache.

"I don't even know whether I've seen the newest films yet, they've made them for decades now," Andy replies, stepping next to her to choose her own blade, picking from a selection of shorter double-sided swords.

Quỳnh smiles at her. "We'll have to see whether there are any that both of us haven't seen yet, and watch one together." She tilts her head and grins. "If you're Bond, does that make me Moneypenny?"

Andy furrows her brows. "Why on earth would you say that?"

Surprised by that reaction, Quỳnh takes the knives she has chosen and steps away from the assorted weaponry. "Why wouldn't I? She's cool, and she shoots at long distance more often. Do you think I need myself to be the main character? Oh, my Anh, you know that I love you to be the main character of my life!"

Instead of either blushing or calling her out on the overload of kitsch, Andromache just blinks.

"I think... that we watched some very different movies. And that I'd prefer watching one of those new ones with you to ever showing you the old ones… or admitting that I built this room inspired by the misogynistic shitshow these films were.”

Quỳnh tilts her head again, then she laughs. "Maybe for the best, if you were so offended on my behalf for calling myself Moneypenny! Now, have you chosen your blades?"

Andromache makes a face, looking down to evaluate Quỳnh's weapons before she goes back to pick her own, biting on her bottom lip. Quỳnh almost chastises her for breaking her own skin when she remembers that it will grow back again now, and she is filled by a warm fuzzy feeling.

Not wanting to focus on it before battle - even if it is just a small training fight in Andromache's spare room - she quickly comments on Andy's indecisiveness instead.

"Can't decide, my love? No wonder, with that selection... Is it even legal to own this many, all under just one of your legal identities?"

Andy grins at her, finally picking a dagger and a sword for herself before she takes a step back as well. "Honestly? I've lost track of all those little laws and regulations ages ago, but no-one's ever come looking to check or count. And if they do...”

Theatrically pulling on a lever, she makes the entire wall swing back around, leaving nothing but the storage room with cleaning supplies visible.

Quỳnh has to laugh.

"How very true, my Anh! Now-" she brandishes her knifes in an attacking stance - "I believe I was promised a fight?"

"And you shall get one!"

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