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Andy realizing because Quynh has died more times than all of them combined she most likely will be the next to die permanently. Panic ensures after this.

Also it doesn't help that Quynh has zero sense of self preservation left.

“Andy… Are you okay?”

“Are you seeing this?!”

“Yeah, it looks like she’s having fun,” Nile chuckled.

The two of them were watching from a safe distance while Joe and Nicky introduced Quynh to a handful of new guns. It had started as a group effort, since all of them were pretty much experts, but Andy was leading the event. At least, she had been, until it became obvious she was unusually nervous, and forgetting some key safety lessons. Nile had pulled her apart while the others went on with the lesson.

“Look! She’s holding two guns now, she’s not ready…”

Nile reached out in time to grab Andy’s arm and pulled back to her side. She narrowed her eyes at the older woman, “Wait… Are you… worried?” she asked, “About Quynh? Your wife who happens to be immortal and apparently stronger than the whole damn ocean?”

Andy rolled her eyes and looked deeply impatient. She looked back once at Quynh having the time of her life skipping over the safety regulations, and answered in a whisper, “Listen, she… she’s died more time than all of us combined,” she voice shook with pain and guilt, but her nerves were somehow amusing, even endearing, “She could… she’ll probably be the next to lose her immortality. I’m trying to avoid finding out too soon, okay?”

Nile tried everything she could to hold back her smile but it was a lost battle, “Aww, you’re worried about her!”

“Nile!” Andy groaned, covered her face with her hands and took a moment to gather herself, “You don’t get it,” she insisted, “Her life’s at risk and she doesn’t even notice. She’s lost all sense of self-preservation. She’s acting as dumb as if she just found out she’s immortal.”

“Hey, I didn’t…” the younger woman tried to defend herself but a stern look from Andy got her to surrender, “Okay, fine, I shot myself, jumped off a building, tried poison a couple of times, sue me. I had to see what happened!”

“You literally didn’t have to, but you’re missing the point,” Andy continued, “I taught her how to drive, and now I can’t even let her get in a car by herself because I just know she wants to make one of them explode.”

“Can I go with her?”

“Shut up,” Andy interrupted her, “She’s electrocuted herself about five times now, and I no longer believe her when she tells me she doesn’t understand how it works. She’s too smart for that.”

“Oh yeah,” Nile agreed, looking at something behind Andy, “She is a genius, she’s holding three guns now.”

“What?!”

“Andy, relax! I’m kidding, she’s still holding just two guns,” Nile gently placed her hands on the other woman’s shoulders and turned her back around to face her, “She still looks pretty immortal to me. You’re not though, and you’re about to give yourself a heart attack.”

Andy looked down and took a deep breath. When she looked up she smiled at Nile, “What do you know, you cut off one of your fingers the other day.”

The young woman laughed at that, but decided against trying to explain the unexplainable. “Listen, it’s sweet that you’re freaking out. I get it, you obviously don’t want to lose her again. But she’s alive and safe, Andy, you can relax now.” There was a moment of peace, and Andy smiled gratefully at her, it was a beautiful and particular smile that she had reserved just for her family. Nile hated to interrupt the moment of silent gratitude, but she had to say, “Okay, you may worry now, she did pick up a third gun.”

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Witch hunt turn around. Opposed to all the people that were murdered for witch craft, Andy and Quynh are indeed able to use some kind of magic and use it. Either to free other people or themselves

“Just you and me.”

“Until the end.” 

The words sparked in both their hearts a kind of magic that was impossible to describe, that nobody else in history had felt, something that was uniquely theirs. With hearts overflowing with love for each other, Andy and Quynh leaned in and shared a sweet kiss, though it was almost immediately interrupted by the inconvenience of having their arms chained, unable to get closer to each other and losing their balance.

Quynh chuckled, pulling back, but the annoyance in her features was clear enough to Andy. She blew a strand of hair off her face and shook her head, then she looked at the love of her life with that perfect mixture of mischief and courage that Andy had loved in her since the beginning of time, and said, “Ready to get out of here?”

“Let’s do it.”

Following Andy’s words, both women closed their eyes, took a deep breath, focused their energy and, after snapping their fingers… the chains on their wrists snapped open and fell to the floor.

“Oh, that feels good,” Quynh mumbled, rubbing her sore wrists, which healed as soon as her fingers passed gently over the skin. She stood up and offered her hand to Andy who followed right along. “May I?” she asked, playful smile in place as she gestured over their dirty and torn dresses.

“Please do,” Andy returned the smile. Then, after just blinking, suddenly she saw the two of them in different clothes, wearing their usual attire, comfortable, practical, and just dramatic enough to intimidate the kind of people that felt threatened by women in this kind of clothes. Right on time, the door to their prison was slammed open by a couple of guards and priests rushing in to check on them. However, with just a wave from Quynh’s hand, the door was slammed back into place, right in the faces of these men, making them stumble all over each other and locking them out of the cell for the time being. “Will you let me do anything while we’re here?” Andy fondly shook her head.

“You’re too slow, my heart,” Quynh playfully pouted at her, and stood up on her tiptoes to steal a proper kiss this time. “Now, let’s go,” she pulled away and led them to the door, where she held onto the handle for a moment longer, completely ignoring the threats of the men currently kicking the magically locked door, “We have work to do.”

It was true. After dealing with the men on the other side of the door, Andy and Quynh would go through the entire place, freeing the other women that had unjustly been captured for allegedly practicing magic, but really were just women that were inconvenient to men that held a little too much power in their hands. That was the reason Andy and Quynh were there, they were the only ones captured for actual use of magic, but they were about to teach those men what actual power in their hands was like.

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Andy keeping and caring for Quynh's gear and gives them back to Quynh when she escapes

Every day Quynnh is more and more… herself. There are bad days and setbacks and nightmares and everything in between. But Quynh is a warrior, and she wants her life back. She’s putting an extraordinary effort to reclaim her life, her love, and her joy. For Andy, it’s been something beyond admirable to watch, and she feels more in love with her with every passing second. For example, she’s overwhelmed with joy at Quynh’s giggling reaction when she takes her to the abandoned mine in France.

“This is new,” Quynh murmured as she traced her fingers over centuries-worth of art and weapons that Andy had deemed worth keeping. Quynh felt a pang of pain thinking about those five hundred years she missed, but with a quick shake of her head she decided to refocus her attention elsewhere. “Ah, now this is familiar,” she smiled, picking up an arrow that she remembered used to be her. She miscalculated, thinking it wouldn’t hurt, but once again she made an effort to shove down those feelings. “Poor thing has seen better days,” she added, studying the extremely worn-down weapon.

“Yeah, I was a little slow in figuring out some stuff needs special care to be preserved,” Andy said, scratching the back of her head a little embarrassed. But as soon as an idea popped in her mind she stepped closer to Quynh. “Which reminds me… there’s something I want to show you, if you’re in the mood for a small trip with me?” Andy asked.

Quynh had been avoiding looking at her, fearing her emotions would finally overflow, but she couldn’t hold back her smile when she noticed a bit of nervousness creep into her lover’s tone. When finally Andy’s hands found hers and held her delicately, Quynh looked up. “Let’s go then,” she answered.

--

For months Quynh had been putting almost insane effort at keeping her emotions in check. It was getting increasingly difficult, especially considering that Andy’s trip was to Vietnam. The feelings creating a storm inside Quynh’s heart were indescribable. The world had changed so much it was difficult to wrap her mind around it, but seeing at least some slightly familiar places, some slightly familiar traditions and sights and culture, it was almost too much. And then they finally arrived at the safe house Andy had as a destination.

It was a beautiful place, much more comfortable than most safe houses the team ever had. It was well kept and Quynh didn’t know how, but suspected Andy had put an unusual amount of money, time and effort on this place. It didn’t click until Andy brought her to a special room, where even the doors seemed strange to Quynh. She didn’t think inside that strange room there would be anything familiar, and she was immediately proved wrong.

“I was a little late in thinking about it but, not too late, thankfully,” Andy started explaining as they stepped into the room. “Back then it was a matter of bringing the most delicate things to specialists every few decades or so. It wasn’t until around the time we found Booker that I really thought of having one place where I could safely keep all our most important belongings.”

That’s what it was. That room was filled with modern shelves that look a little strange to Quynh. The temperature and the air were controlled, some things included labels and instructions. Specialists from all over the world in weapons, metals, and art, visited that place regularly to take care of all the objects kept there. Paintings, sculptures, axes, swords, bow and arrows, jewels, dresses, things that immediately sparked some of their best memories together, little things almost entirely forgotten but undeniably familiar. It was all complicated, but the message was clear. Andy had kept, collected, and taken care of everything Quynh had left behind, and it was all there, waiting for her, just like Andy, knowing she’d come back.

“Quynh? Was it a mistake?”

The fear and worry in Andy’s tone was what it took to shake Quynh out of the daze she was in, and realize she had started to cry. No more holding back feelings then. She threw her arms around Andy and held her as tightly as possible, crying against her should and when she calmed down the only thing she wanted to say was “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Andy was smiling brightly, even through her own tears. She tightened her arms around the love of her life one more moment, kissed the side of her head and finally asked, “Does that mean you want to stay?”

“Stay?” Quynh pulled back enough to look at her as she asked.

“Yes, stay here,” Andy smiled, her uncharacteristic nervousness showing up once again, “It’s not just this room. I’ve kept this one house always ready in case you came back. It’s really beautiful and it has everything we need and I think you’ll like it and… it can be just you and me, for as long as you need.”

Andy got her response in the shape of a kiss that told her everything she needed to know. There was no reason to worry. Despite all the time apart, despite the new scars and pain, they were still the women that had loved each other for thousands of years.

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Prompt: Even though both of them are really, really old, Andy has a few thousand years on her wife. Quynh sometimes teases her goodnaturedly about it, maybe she even ropes Nile into it when she settles back into the family :3

Presenting... my #101 Andromaquynh prompt!!! they were supposed to be just 100 but 101 looks even better and I’m glad this last one is from you liz <3 this is supposed to be my last prompt, but I’m well aware of my lack of self-control so who knows, maybe I’ll be back on my bullshit next week, when the new comics come out, or if we ever get that sequel!

anywaY it’s been so much fun taking these two incredibly old, powerful, complicated, and loveable women, warriors, and lovesick fools and putting them in the sweetest, silliest, fluffiest and only occasionally angsty scenarios. If you’d like to read more of my prompts, all 101 of them will be on AO3 here.

thank you so much to everyone who read, liked, relogged, sent, or interacted at all with my silly little prompts <3

At first, Andy didn’t even think twice about it. She could be in the middle of a training session with Quynh, and after landing a particularly good punch Quynh would smirk and say, “You’re getting too old, my heart” or “Age has made you slow, Andromache.” It was fine. In fact, it was good, and meant to be affectionate. She had been saying things like that in every language known to man for almost as long as the two of them had known each other. Which, really, was an eternity in itself. It was a little detail that Andy was glad to experience again after such a long separation. Their love was something capable of always growing and never changing at its core. However, little changes were unavoidable. And now that their family was bigger, it was just a matter of time before some harmless, affectionate teasing would get out of hand.

The three of them were sitting on the couch watching a movie and almost as soon as it ended Andy was out of her seat and stretching.

“Where are you going?” Quynh wondered with a slight pout, while Nile added, “We can still watch another!”

Andy scoffed, “I’m exhausted, I’m going to bed.” Without waiting for further approval she started walking toward the room she shared with her wife.

Quynh, who wasn’t exactly happy to lose the shoulder she was comfortably leaning against during the movies. “I get it, you’re too old for this,” she called after her lover’s retreating figure. Andy shook her head fondly, and smiled because the others couldn’t see her. But there was just something about how loudly Nile laughed at that joke that just sparked a hint of worry in the older woman’s mind. She tried to ignore it, as long as she could.

--

A few days later, after a couple of minutes of lying awake in bed, Andy turned to her side and happily devoted herself to trailing feather-light kisses on Quynh’s bare shoulders to get her to wake up. Her fingertips were starting to dance in secret patterns on the soft skin of the other woman’s back, when Andy’s ministrations were interrupted by Quynh, who quickly moved so she could capture Andy’s lips with her own and give her a real good morning kiss. Though, after pulling back, she went back to lying on her stomach and said, “I know you’re old, my heart, but do you have to wake up this early?”

“Excuse me?” Andy laughed, not at the joke, precisely. But there was just something too sweet about the sight of Quynh, unable to hold back a smile, even if trying to hide her face in the pillow, but stubbornly keeping her eyes closed.

“Let me sleep!” Quynh mumbled against her pillow, and she had to bravely accept a kiss on the cheek, but she was finally granted extra time to sleep.

Still wearing a content smile on her face, Andy walked to the kitchen. She was half-way through her first cup of coffee, which she almost dropped, when Nile walked into the kitchen and without even looking Andy in the eyes said, “My grandma also used to wake up before everyone else.”

--

Soon enough, their teasing became a constant in their lives.

“I don’t get it,” Nile complained, dropping her head in a book written in Russian and groaning loudly. 

“It’s not that difficult!” Andy insisted, in perfect Russian.

Nile, assuming what she’d just said, protested, “You only say that because you’re older than the entire language.”

“That’s complicated,” Andy sighed, still in Russian.

“No, she’s right, darling, you’re that old,” Quynh blurted out in matching Russian, with a few struggles, from her place reading a different book a few feet away on the couch.

After Nile burst out laughing, Andy looked at her with a frown, “Oh so that you understand?!”

--

Even during moments that could have been emotionally difficult, Andy was caught off guard by the ruthlessness of the women around her.

“We can’t do it, it’s too risky,” Andy insisted, about a new sketchy mission offered to them that the youngest member of the family was determined to take, “Listen, Nile…”

“What? I’ll get it when I’m older… than civilization?” Nile crossed her arms defensively, as if that could hide the hint of a smile showing in her lips.

Quynh absolutely failed as stifling a laugh. And when she received a pointed look from her wife, she returned the expression in kind and said, “Was that not the point of whatever you were about to say?”

“We are not taking this job,” Andy stated through clenched teeth, right before learning a valuable piece of information about the mission that they would, in the end, successfully complete.

--

“Quynh! Please tell this crazy old woman to give me back my phone!” Nile stormed into the safe house.

She was quickly followed by Andy saying “We have rules about social media, Nile! To keep us safe.”

Quynh strolled into the living room with a smile on her face that everyone else might have assumed was patient or gentle, but Andy knew it was the kind of smile that would bring trouble for her specifically. “Nile, you have to understand,” Quynh said slowly, “She’s too old for this kind of thing.”

As she finished talking, Quynh reached out to take Nile’s phone, Andy quickly blocked her and laughed, “Are you serious?” It started an impressive duel where they fought for the cellphone, with Quynh coming out as the winner for being just slightly quicker, something she would probably remind Andy of for years.

“It’s just a different generation,” Quynh continued to laugh, tossing the phone over to the younger woman a second before Andy captured her in her arms.

“You’re literally older than everyone else in our family combined!” Andy protested as the two of them playfully wrestled in the middle of the living room.

“And you are twice as old as me!” Quynh replied, followed by a yelp of surprise as the love of her life lifted her up from the floor.

The two of them were only stopped by a flash coming from the camera of Nile’s phone. “Hm, you’re both right,” Nile smirked, quickly sending the hilarious picture to their family’s groupchat, “The two of you are ancient.”

Nile walked away from them, leaving behind two women wearing shocked expressions, though Andy was delighted, and Quynh appeared deeply betrayed. “Hey!” Quynh tried to protest, but she was happily interrupted by a kiss from Andy, who a moment later started tickling her, just to start their joyful and loving battle all over again.

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Everything is the same in canon except Andy never lost her immortality. Quynh's been back for a few years and they're going on missions.

Nicky through the comms: Andy....Andy she's not healing.

“Wait for my signal.”

“Seriously?” Quynh smiled at the love of her life.

“Yes,” Andy returned the smile, “That’s how we do it in this century, my love.”

Quynh scoffed, and a moment later Andy, with her gun and her axe, were out of sight. 

“Was she always like this?” Nile asked the other woman.

Quynh thought about it for a moment, her smile still firmly in place. She’d only been back with her family for a few years that, for them, it’s almost like the blink of an eye. Only very recently she started joining them on their missions. The thrill of fighting side by side with her lover after so long was exhilarating. “Yes, more or less,” she replied, finally. She was thinking about finding Andy more protective, and with a darker, heavier heart, than she ever remembered seeing in her. Understandable. But now that they were getting used to each other’s presence again. Now that the others were getting used to seeing Andy smile so easily and lovingly much more often. It sometimes felt like no time had passed at all.

She would create a distraction, Nicky was watching her back from a distance, and when she gave the signal, Nile and Quynh would step in from one side and Joe and Booker from the other. Simple. Effective. In a matter of seconds they started hearing the gunshots. Quynh couldn’t help but grimace. It was an unpleasant shock discovering all the new ways humans had invented to kill each other. And to imagine Andy in the middle of it…

“We have a problem,” Nicky said through the coms. At this point, everyone in the team knew to recognize how bad of a problem it was judging by the slight tremble in his voice. It was really bad. “Andy…” he stuttered, and at that point Quynh was already the first one running toward her. The fact that he even struggled to say it was enough. “Andy, she's not healing…”

While the others jumped in to try to complete their job now that it was too late to turn around, Quynh ran as fast as she could. She fell to her knees beside Andy, who had thankfully been quick enough to find refuge behind a wall. Quynh had been shot several times on her way to Andy, she didn’t mind, she didn’t care, she knew she was still healing. But then she looked up, Andy was holding on to her shoulder, covering a bleeding wound, and she was still trying to peer over the wall and shoot at their targets.

“Stop,” Quynh exclaimed, her voice trembling just a little, her hands trembling as well but still gentle, still firm in holding the other woman in place. Andy winced in pain, and Quynh had to fight the urge to gasp when she discovered there was more than one wound. Her leg. Her stomach. This was worse than expected. “We have to go,” she managed to say, knowing Andy could read her lips, because there was no way her faint whisper was heard under the thunder of the battle going on beside them.

The older woman groaned, “I can’t leave like this.” The mission wasn’t accomplished, the job wasn’t done. As long as she was alive she would be fighting.

“Andromache,” Quynh said, her voice firm, but no less frightened. She knew this conversation well. They had been preparing for it for almost as long as they had known each other. When it's my time, it’s my time. “Not yet,” Quynh insisted, and despite everything her eyes filled with tears, “Destiny, fate, time, death, I don’t care. I’ll fight anything and everything for you, my heart. If saving you is an option, I’m taking it.”

Apparently, she wasn’t the only one. Slowly but surely the sounds of the fight were dimming, at least, they were now sparse enough to hear also the siren of the quickly approaching ambulance. 

“Please,” Quynh said at least. She knew that if Andy chose to get up and stumble back into the fight, kill and be killed, she wouldn’t be able to stop her. She also could tell that this much blood coming out of Andy wasn’t unstoppable, this didn’t have to be the end, but it was bad, she was growing pale with every passing second and she was struggling to breath.

Andy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m going to keep fighting… for a little bit longer,” she opened her eyes just to watch the surprise in Quynh’s face, “Take me out of here.”

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Prompt idea! Can I have some soft! Andromaquynh with them being on a plane and Quynh being torn between fascination&wonder and fear because she still doesn't like small enclosed spaces, while Andy just absolutely Despises the feeling of flying and she only stayed sober this time because Quynh's with her and she wants to be able to be there for her, she even took the window seat bc she hates looking down there herself & figured it would be the same for Quynh- except Quynh has the opposite problem, and they take a while to figure it out and help each other and in the end maybe Andy falls asleep on her while Quynh looks out of the window marvelling at being this high up...? <3

While the rest of the team boarded the plane, Andy and Quynh stayed behind for a moment and stood there holding hands. While Quynh stared awestruck at the plane, Andy stared awestruck at Quynh, as per usual.

Quynh shook her head softly. “Sometimes I can’t believe half of this world is real,” she sighed, and then looked at her lover and added in a much more playful tone, “You expect me to get inside that monstrosity, Andromache?”

Andy, who had already been looking at her only smiled a little, “Yes, but I’m getting in there with you, I promise it’ll be fine. Can’t promise America will be worth it, but Nile really wants to show you her hometown.”

When they finally made their way to the plane, Andy ungracefully let herself fall on the window seat. She hated it, that much was true. She wouldn’t ever say it out loud since Nile already teased her enough about it, but there was nothing like being on a plane to make her miss the days when the best way to travel was on horses. The worst part were the windows, unnecessary little things made explicitly to remind her of the absurdity of being so far away from the ground. Hating it as much as she did, she didn’t hesitate to take the seat just to spare Quynh from the experience.

“My heart, you look as frightened as I feel,” Quynh whispered from her seat beside the older woman, taking her hand and holding on tightly.

Andy had closed her eyes and opened just one to look at Quynh at with a smirk she said, “What do you mean? I’m obviously at home here, this-” She was aggressively interrupted by the plane starting to move.

During take off, Andy and Quynh held hands strong enough to probably leave a lasting bruise on Andy, not that she minded at all. Quynh got dizzy almost immediately, and Andy had a deep frown in her face, thinking that maybe if she thought about having a drink hard enough she’d feel the effect of it without actually getting too drunk to be any comfort to the woman she loved. 

When the worst part was over and the plane was steady up in the sky, Quynh was still gripping Andy’s arm as if her life depended on it, eyes tightly closed and face held against her wife’s shoulder seeking comfort.

“In no way I would have prefered a ship but this is awful,” Quynh complained, lacking the words to explain how terrible it actually was, the strangeness of it, how suffocating it felt, without an immediate way out, she was starting to feel caged but if she let her mind focus on that word she feared she’d break down.

“I know. And I hate it too,” she admitted in a whisper, softly kissing Quynh’s temple, wishing there was anything else she could do to help.

The feeling of Andy’s fingers tenderly caressing her cheek was enough to convince Quynh to finally open her eyes. She had planned to look up into her favorite pair of green eyes and get lost in them, knowing a look from her lover could soothe the most terrible pains. Instead, Quynh was distracted by something just behind Andy.

“A window?” she blurted out, tilting her head slightly, “Why?”

“To personally make me suffer,” Andy grumbled and sunk further down in her seat. However, after a few seconds of silence she noticed two things. The pressure in her hand was easing, and Quynh was almost leaning over her to curiously look out the window. It took a few more moments of once again Quynh marveling at some wonder of the twenty-first century and Andy marveling at the beauty of her wife, and finally the latter decided to just ask, “Quynh, would you like to switch seats?”

The question took the other woman by surprise and at first she visibly tensed, but eventually she shrugged, “Alright. Just for a while.”

A while became hours of Quynh transfixed by the window of the plane. It was the strangest thing, and getting glimpses of the ocean below at first made her feel sick, until she started to feel a sense of distance, and power over flying so high above her old prison. The rest of it, the clouds, that was a beautiful experience, she decided, she couldn’t look away from the extraordinary softness of it.

Plus, there was the delight of having Andy falling asleep with her head resting on her shoulder. Quynh looked down at her for a moment and felt her heart fill with love. Away from the window and content with Quynh’s calm, Andy had relaxed quickly and failed to resist the temptation of leaning her head on her lover’s shoulder and giving in to her exhaustion. It was the best sleep she ever got on a plane.

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as a prompt: that post about Andy and Quynh rescuing cubs or other animals and end up chilling with a full grown bear/ wild animal ;D bonus part on the prompt: they do it again during Andy's temporary mortality. Quynh says Andy knows what she's doing while Nile is mostly terrified (she warms up to the idea later)

Luckily for Andy, Quynh was more endeared than annoyed at the sight in front of them. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t complain though.

“What’s the point of owning horses if we’re not going to use them for transport?” Quynh asked her, raising an eyebrow at her lover.

“First of all, we don’t own them,” the older woman stopped petting one of the horses for one moment to raise an accusatory finger at Quynh, then continued, completely unbothered.

“And…?” Quynh tried to get the rest of the argument out of her but Andy only made a distracted noise that revealed she either forgot the rest of her defense or didn’t have one to begin with. Shaking her head and wearing a loving smile Quynh walked over and offered a hand in feeding the animals. “It’ll be just horses, right Andromache?” she asked, but the smile she got as a response wasn’t very convincing.

--

“Can you believe people are scared of this puppy?”

“Yes, I can,” Quynh replied.

She was standing beside Andy, who was kneeling on the ground, rubbing the belly of the wild wolf they had, somehow, befriended. As if being an actual wolf wasn’t intimidating enough, judging by the plenty of scars on the animal’s face and body it had been used to getting in fights with people or other beasts. When Andy and Quynh found him hurt and close to death they took care of him, healed his wounds, fed him, and in return, he never walked away from them.

“It’s harmless,” Andy defended her newest friend as he fondly licked her hand.

“It’s… charming, and nobody will let us walk into their town if you don’t put him on a leash.” 

Quynh’s comment was met by an outraged gasp from Andy, but a second later Quynh was kneeling on the ground, laughing loudly while the very scary wild wolf happily tried to lick her face as a sign of love.

--

Soon enough in their relationship it became more than obvious that Quynh’s playful complaints were just a way to tease her partner when in fact she was just as likely to take in unlikely pets that stole their hearts.

“So…” Andy started with a chuckle as she sat down on the ground beside Quynh, “No comments about how this is a feral cat? A wild beast? Or how we’ll be kicked out of every city for carrying this monster with us?”

“Andromache… this is a baby,” Quynh replied, very seriously, holding up in her arms the cat that couldn’t be more than just a few weeks old and that they couldn’t identify besides a certain knowledge that it was far from a domestic kind of animal.

“Alright, fine,” Andy agreed. She reached out a hand to carefully let the tiny cat play with her finger. Someday that baby would be a big cat that would terrify entire cities, but right now it was an adorable thing that had made a home in Quynh’s arms. “But what are we going to do with the other five?” she asked, nodded her head toward the five baby cats playing with each other and stumbling around by their feet. Instead of answering, Quynh laughed, and passed her one of the cats.

--

“This has to be my favorite group of friends we’ve had in years,” Andy said, lifting up in her arms a baby panda and carrying it away from a slope that the young thing was seemingly obsessed with.

“Why is that?” Quynh replied, not without certain difficulty, considering she was pretty much wrestling two other babies that demanded so much attention, but got her laughing until her stomach hurt.

Quynh didn’t even get to hear Andy’s response, she only remembered the other woman’s presence when she deposited an extra bear in front of her. The new baby bear distracted the others enough for Quynh to get a second to look up at Andy, who didn’t waste time and immediately stole a kiss from the love of her life.

“Because they make you happy,” Andy replied, stole one more kiss and then got her attention stolen by the panda bears that needed them.

--

Centuries later, everything was different. The world, their family, themselves. But, some things never changed. Andy and Quynh’s love for each other, Quynh’s playful love, Andy’s endless kindness, and a certain weak spot they had for animals that other people would run away from.

“That can’t be safe, you know that,” Nile passionately complained to Quynh as the two of them watched Andy basically cuddle with an adult brown bear. “She could die,” the youngest member of the team emphatically waved her hand at the crazy scene in front of them.

Quynh attempted a reassuring smile. “Only if the bear tried to kill her,” she replied, “We raised her since she was a baby.” She shrugged, and just to make her point she walked over to her wife and sat down beside her, their backs resting on the bear, and playfully pushing away the great paw that tried to play with them. It took a while but eventually Nile had to accept the fact that every now and then Andy and Quynh would raise an actual bear in one of their safe houses and that was part of all their lives.

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hey, dani! for your february prompt list for andy x quynh... in an AU where quynh did not go under, what would be the fashion periods that each of them thought the other had their best look?

Sure, maybe Andy and Quynh are the two oldest people on Earth who have seen the rise and fall of entire Empires, have fought countless wars, and come back to death pretty regularly. But there are some things about being human and living in a society that not even the most extraordinary people can avoid. So, they had to go shopping for new clothes.

“Do you like this?” Andy asked, holding up a black t-shirt that was unlucky or privileged enough, depending on the t-shirt’s sensibility, to face the judgement of Quynh’s unimpressed stare. “It’s not boring, it’s practical,” Andy defended her choice, knowing exactly what that look from her wife meant, “and it has this little… design… here…”

Quynh stepped forward and swatted Andy’s hand away from trying to defend the barely noticeable design on the front of the sad t-shirt. “My heart,” Quynh started saying in a tone that instantly made the other woman smile, “We deserve better than this. I’ve seen you dressed like an actual Queen.”

“Well, I remember that being impractical,” Andy smirked. This time Quynh rolled her eyes and continued looking over the unimpressive articles of clothing that the twenty-first century offered to them. “And I’ve seen you wearing full body shining armor like a knight,” Andy added, “but I don’t hear you complain about missing that.”

“Because it was so much work,” Quynh sighed as she studied a jacket, “A good look, but was it worth it?”

“I’d say it was,” Andy murmured. She tried to lean in for a kiss, but instead she received a jacket shoved to her chest, “I have one like this already.”

“Yeah, but who knows in which continent you’ve left it now,” Quynh smiled, picking up another jacket and moving on, with their shopping and their conversation, “You know what I liked? When people started being okay with us wearing pants.”

Andy immediately hummed in agreement, frowning a little as she searched for the memories, smiling when the right images came up in her mind. “Yes, but it’s not like people’s disapproval ever stopped us,” she grinned, which earned her a sweet kiss on the cheek. They stayed silent for a moment, while Quynh considered the not very different options of pants available. “You know, if this gets too boring,” Andy said, her tone already warning Quynh of some mischief, “I’m sure we could bring back something from our 90s closets.”

Instantly, Quynh smiled, thinking about it, and when she managed to remember the details of the punk and goth fashion they were unavoidably attracted to a few years ago, she couldn’t help but start laughing. “Oh my God, that much hair was impractical, seriously,” she continued to laugh along with Andy, and then she lovingly ran her hands through her lovers’ hair, “though the buzzcut looked good on you, Andromache.”

This time when Andy leaned in for a kiss she was victorious. She enjoyed the kiss that lasted the entire time it took Quynh’s hands to go from Andy’s hair down to the belt loops of her pants, which she tugged as she pulled away enough to say, “I have to admit, I do like these,” she looked at the tight jeans Andy wore and after stealing one more quick kiss she pulled away entirely and continued to guide them through the necessary shopping, with Andy always standing close with an easy smile and a good memory to share, just to make her laugh.

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Prompt: After they’re reunited and the initial blaze of it simmers down, Andy seldom initiates touches or kisses or anything with Quynh, out of a misplaced sense of fear and guilt that will probably always be with her. It’s becoming more and more frustrating for Quynh.

thank youuu 💕 i hope you like it!!

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It’s been months already. That’s the strangest part. For Quynh, who spent most of her incredibly long life beside Andy, feeling invincible together, months aren’t too much. Then, she sufferend hundreds of years of unending torture, so the passing of time sort of lost most of it’s remaining meaning to her.  For Andy, who can’t count on one hand the thousands of years she’s been alive, a few months are equally as meaningless. However, Nile is there. Nile, still familiar with the feeling of mortality. She’s there to remind Andy that a few months have gone by, and months turn so easily into years, which turn into decades, which, for a mortal, that’s all she can hope for.

Months have gone by. Months trying to get Quynh to lower her weapons, trying to explain how certainly impossible it was to find her, not for lack of desperate trying on Andy’s part. Months that slowly but surely started to bloom into good days of harmless conversations, memories, laughter, and many, many questions. But that’s where the progress stopped. Most days, Andy and Quynh still stared at each other as if looking at a mirror that suddenly showed a slightly wrong reflection of themselves. The worst part, according to Quynh? The invisible wall keeping them from reaching out and touching that reflection.

Their family and the strangeness of the twenty-first century offer enough barriers and distractions and little ways to notice their progress. Quynh doesn’t need Andy’s company to take a bath, she can handle a shower. Quynh doesn’t need Andy’s help getting dressed, modern clothes are almost offensively simple. Quynh can’t train with Andy, the others still don’t trust she won’t kill her, as if she would willingly do anything to cut short the already terrifyingly short time she has left with the love of her life.

But then, then there are the nights. Quynh can’t sleep alone, the rooms feel too small, the loneliness too familiar and the nightmares too real. Andy is always there beside her, to bring her back to reality, to talk her down, to look in her eyes and silently convey everything Quynh could possibly need. Every single time, Andy reaches out to her, an instinct as natural as breathing, but she never gets past more than brushing her fingers on Quynh’s arms. Without fail, Andy pulls back as if burned, looks down, bites her lip harshly.

It took Quynh a while to understand. All kinds of possibilities passed through her mind. Maybe Andy was afraid she’d hurt her, afraid she’d kill her for once and for all, afraid to deserve it. Maybe Andy just didn’t want to touch her anymore, maybe something too big had changed in her these past centuries, maybe it was impossible to fix and Andy wouldn’t ever want her again. The frustration of not understanding Andy’s every move as effortlessly as she used to, finally sparked understanding in Quynh. Andromache felt guilty, she felt shame, she didn’t dare touch Quynh because she didn’t feel deserving of it.

When the realization clicked, even if Andy wasn’t looking at her, Quynh rolled her eyes, but then she smiled. Half a millennium is not enough to change the two of them. She still understood and loved her beautiful, brave, stubborn and heroic wife as well as she did one, two, three thousand years ago. So, Quynh jumped out of bed, feeling only slightly bad for startling Andy, and she silently offered her hand to the other woman. Andy’s hesitation confirmed all of Quynh’s theories, but she didn’t back down, not until Andy took her hand in hers with all the caution she once used to pull Quynh to her feet in the desert where they met.

“Where are we going?” Andy wondered after a while. She had waited until she was certain her voice wouldn’t break because of how good it felt to hold her lover’s hand tightly for a few minutes already.

“I’m not really sure,” Quynh mumbled. They’d left the safe house, they started wandering around the unfamiliar little town that was almost hilariously young for her, and they were a little lost, but they weren’t stopping. It wasn’t until Quynh caught sight of a small park that she nodded, “This will do.” It was the middle of the night and they were completely alone, mostly free from all the distractions and confusion of the modern days. “You should have stopped us,” Quynh stated, pulling them both to stop among the, in her opinion, ridiculously trimmed little trees.

“What?” Andy tilted her head, looking back and forth to Quynh’s face illuminated by the park’s lights, and their interlocked hands.

“Why would you let me drag you here in the middle of the night, Andromache?” Quynh asked, and then made a pause, a moment of silence for both of them to acknowledge that Andy would allow absolutely anything Quynh wanted at the moment. She tugged on Andy’s hand and brought her closer, watching her tense in anticipation.

“I find your fearfulness, guilt, and carefulness around me to be almost offensive,” Quynh added, and before she could get too bothered by a new layer of guilt on her lover’s eyes, she continued, “But the fact that I had to say something about it, that really is offensive, you know?”

Andy parted her lips to try and say something, anything, but not only she didn’t manage to. Quynh moved her other hand up to Andy’s face, and delicately, finally, touched the face she loved most in the world, stealing a little surprised gasp from Andy, and an even smaller sigh of pleasure from her part. Still, Quynh wasn’t even done

 “As hard as I tried to blame you, I can’t. I understand it wasn’t your fault, when will you accept it, my heart? Haven’t you realized your hesitation is costing us precious time? Aren’t we above these questions and doubts and regrets? I am offended, yes. But I am mostly endeared, I am in love with you, as I have always been, and as I know you are in love with me, why can’t we act like it?”

It was enough. It was more than enough. As if it was a spell slowly coming undone, Andy’s eyes cleared of the guilty fog that clouded them for five hundred years. Those beautiful green eyes looked more alive than ever before, and she smiled, finally. Slowly but steadily she started moving. One hand to Quynh’s waist. Leaning in so their foreheads rested against each other. Her hand moving up, caressing her back, pulling her closer, their bodies flushed together. Finally, their lips meeting, their arms around each other, touching each other with all the love and delight, all the joy and relief. Touching each other because it was what they needed most in the world.

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Andy x Quynh + ridiculous petnames

Prompt: quynh discovering (ridiculous) modern day petnames to call andy)

requested by @moonlightandromache i hope you didn’t think i had forgotten. also please know that this was way too much fun!! thank you 💕

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It started harmlessly enough. After a long night together, Andy convinced Quynh it was time to sleep. Although they were both beyond overjoyed about their reunion, one of them was mortal now, and she desperately needed sleep. However, Andy was already half asleep, eyes closed, a content sigh leaving her lips, snuggling closer in her wife's arms, but then she heard Quynh whisper to her, “Goodnight, baby.” Andy was still blushing a little, and that seriously made it worse, or better. She wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t upset about it.

It quickly developed into something… more. As in the middle of their lunch, when Quynh said to Andy, “Babe, can you pass me the salt?” Andy complied, and she could hardly hold back her smile. That was new. She noticed their friends exchange knowing smiles, but she didn’t mind.

But, of course, there was more. There was, for example, that one morning, with everyone sitting at the table having breakfast and Quynh arriving last, apparently deciding that she now wasn’t a morning person. She walked up to Andy, kissed her cheek, and said, “Good morning, buddy.” The result was Nile nearly choking on her food trying to disguise her laughter, and Joe calling Andy buddy for the rest of the day until she nearly stabbed him.

When Quynh finally agreed to go with them on missions, it was unexpectedly a great opportunity for her to put to good use all the new words she was learning, while Andy blushed and their friends pretended this wasn’t the funniest thing they’d seen in years. On the first mission, right before jumping into action, Quynh smiled at Andy just like she’d done for thousands of years before going into battle, but then added, “Are you ready, hottie?” Andy nearly shot herself in the foot from the confusion that brought on her. And when they were done, all safe and sound, Quynh grinned proudly, clothes covered in blood and her wounds all healed. “Good job, dude,” she whispered right before kissing the bewilderment out of Andy’s lips.

One of the highlights of Quynh’s discoveries came when the group learned how to use a groupchat, and Quynh got the hang of it surprisingly fast. This new form of communication brought forward the legendary day when Quynh greeted Andy as “Hey, boo!” and right after they discovered that she had Andy’s contact saved as “Bae.”

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somehoww i completely forgot to send u a prompt so here u go:

andromaquỳnh making each other flower crowns please?🥺

It’s been some time since Andromache found her in the dessert. Time, however, is a strange concept for both of them. It had been enough time to discover new lands and fight in old wars. Enough time to learn a new language or two, and for Andromache to say with her touch things that humanity could never put into words. Time enough to figure out that it was the two of them against the world, or for the world, or despite the world. Maybe they’d never figure that out. Just like Quynh believed she’d never have enough time to figure out all the shades of green that came alive only in Andromache’s eyes.

Since the day they met, neither of them ever feared they’d get bored of each other. Only retelling Andromache’s life would take an eternity. And they’d already watched some cities disappear but some days she still felt her heart skip a beat when Quynh’s extraordinary beauty was the first thing she found when waking up. In short, they still surprised each other often enough. Sometimes with big gestures or revelations, sometimes…

“I still can’t believe you’ve never done this,” Quynh said.

“I’ve been busy,” Andy replied, not taking her eyes off the work at hand.

“Apologies,” Quynh smiled, “I forgot that before my arrival your days were filled with endless wars, heroic acts, and no rest at all.”

She was making an actual effort to sound like she was making fun of Andromache. But the sight of that incredible, invincible warrior, sitting on a lush green meadow, frowning with the utmost concentration as she made flower crowns… well, there was only so much Quynh’s heart could try to hide.

Andy groaned in response to Quynh’s words, but Quynh could tell it was just an instinctive response, assuming she was being made fun of. She wasn’t exactly wrong, she was only too focused on the small flowers to immediately process the accusation. When her brain finally caught up with it, she looked up at Quynh. There was only a hint of a smile on her lips, an expression that Quynh knew was meant just for her, so soft and easy.

“As if you were any less of a warrior than I am,” Andy said, “I’ve seen you on the battlefield, my love. You’re ruthless, but you’re also just… lazy.”

Quynh gasped and followed by throwing a handful of grass at the laughing woman’s face. “How dare you,” she shook her head, “I just know to appreciate a good day of rest, that’s all. Without me, you’d be dead.”

The irony of her words made both of them laugh. Neither of them could die. Perhaps on a different day Andromache would have stopped to think about the fact that losing Quynh would be a fate worse than death. But, she pushed those kinds of thoughts away and focused only on perfecting the little creation on her hands. She was only interrupted when she felt Quynh place one delicate crown on her head. 

“For me?” Andy looked at Quynh with a bigger smile this time. She received a proud nod from the woman she loved, so she followed her lead and put the flower crown she made on top of Quynh’s head. “Then I guess this one is yours,” Andy’s grin turned just the slightest bit playful, “just like I am.”

She didn’t get to move away very far before Quynh had leaned in to steal a kiss from her. A kiss that was difficult in the way perfect kisses usually were, their urge to smile was too big to maintain the kiss for long. “You’re beautiful,” Quynh told her, laughing a little for no reason other than pure happiness, and pulled Andy back in for another kiss.

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If you're still taking TOG prompts: Quynh telling the team the various animals that have killed Andy over the millennia. ( I can't stop thinking of her trying to ride an elephant)

thank you so much for this prompt!!! i laughed too much while writing it lmao also i googled the difference between poisonous and venomous... so the choices i made here were taken very seriously. anyway. this prompt is sponsored by Quynh being a little shit and the only one with the rights to make fun of Andy like this

It was a perfectly comfortable evening in the latest safe house the team was staying. Andy and Nile were half watching a nature documentary and half getting carried away talking about mildly related things, Quynh was fondly watching them as she swung her legs from her place sitting atop the kitchen’s island, and behind her Joe and Nicky were working on everyone’s dinner.

“I don’t hate frogs, who would hate frogs?! I’m just not fond of them is all. End of the conversation.”

However, Andy had already figured out that whenever she said “End of the conversation” it usually ended up with Nile asking for more information. Which, usually wasn’t so bad, until Quynh arrived and decidedly indulged the youngest member of the team with precious information.

“Of course she doesn’t hate frogs, Nile,” Quynh said, the tone of her voice a clear sign of trouble for Andy, “I mean, who could blame an entire species for the few times a poisonous frog killed her, huh?” While Nile laughed and wondered how it happened more than once, and Andy insisted she saved people’s lives, Quynh continued, “You don’t have to hate all the animals that have killed you, my love, that would be a list too long. You just have to promise to never try to ride an elephant again.”

While Nile wondered in the back of her mind if she could die laughing, Andy tried to explain that someone had to try it. When prompted by Joe and Nicky, Andy had no option but to explain, “I tried, I fell off the damn beast and it, well, it stepped on me.” That genuinely horrified her team, even if she was there to tell the tale.

“Aw, Andromache, don’t be embarrassed,” Quynh cooed playfully, finally stepping down and walking to meet her wife on the couch. “You did defeat that boa, didn’t you? I mean, it killed you first, of course, but here you are!”

“You’re very funny,” Andy shook her head and tried to hide her smile. Quynh got comfortable sitting on Andy’s lap and took her lover’s adoring eyes as permission to go on.

“Hey, Nile,” Quynh turned her face to smile at the young woman and said, “You’d think panda bears are just adorable and harmless, right?”

“Shut up!” Andy groaned, and buried her face on Quynh's neck. But there was no denying all of them were laughing with everything they had and having the just the best of times.

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Hey! How are you? So, for the andromaquynh prompts i was thinking, maybe something about Quynh checking Andy's mortal scars??

After Quynh’s return, it wasn’t as easy as it always had been for Andy to know what the love of her life was thinking. Some days Quynh despised the world and the people that threw her to the bottom of the ocean, and the next day she was beyond fascinated and in love with it all again. Some days she wanted nothing more than to get lost in some isolated land that has seen little change since they were there together for the last time, and the next morning she only desired to bask in the comforts that the twenty.first century offered. Some days she loved Andy more fiercely than ever before, but… some days she resented her and her broken promises so hard it pained both of them more than words could say.

That’s how Andy found herself taking her to beautiful hotels and never unpacking, teaching her how to use a phone and to avoid the news, loved her with everything she had and still kept her touches cautious and careful. Bad days were difficult to navigate, that was for sure. But good days? Good days were meant to be spent sharing a bath together, not discussing why Quynh only took bath in the company of the other woman, sharing loving touches, lingering kisses, sweet laughs, and everything in between.

Once Quynh felt like she had enough of making fun of twentieth first century people and all these unnecessary comforts, she started enjoying it too. This included sitting in a bathtub in her wife’s arms, her legally wedded wife, another benefit of this maddening century, and shifting place in the large bathtub so she could find her lover’s lip and pull her in for a longer, more meaningful kiss. The problem was, her hands started to wander, and she found something unusual in Andy’s shoulder.

“What’s this?” she hummed, not straying too far from Andy’s lips.

“I fell,” the older woman replied, holding back a smile in order to steal another kiss.

“On a knife?” Quynh pulled back enough to send an unamused look her way, “What else are you hiding?”

“You know.”

Andy’s answer, somehow, took her by surprise. There was something about the way she said those two words. As if it was obvious, which it was, really. How could they not know something about each other. Even after surprising each other their natural reaction is always “of course you did, of course.” Thousands of years don’t disappear in the blink of an eye, not even in five hundred years. In this case, talking about Andy’s scars, yes, Quynh knew them all. Coming back from hell and finding out her lover’s body wasn’t exactly the same unbreakable masterpiece she’d known forever, that was a shock. She hadn’t wasted much time in familiarizing herself with all the new scars, and as soon as she could she became skillful and trained in how to take care of those scars or, more accurately, of the wounds that came before them. Wounds that were as inevitable as Andromache was unstoppable. Apparently she didn’t think mortality was a good enough reason to back down from the job she’d been doing for centuries.

As Quynh’s thoughts got carried away her hand too, as if with a life of their own, started exploring Andy’s body, all the recent scars. One in her stomach. One or two in her thigh. One that wasn’t all that healed up and made the older woman hiss in pain. But, before Quynh could apologize, “I’m sorry,” Andy beat her to it.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt, that’s all,” Quynh easily replied, as if they were just picking up a conversation, or skipping a few steps of one.

“Maybe I just like it when you take care of me,” Andy smiled at her and it was soft and beautiful and just playful enough and absolutely perfect.

Quynh chuckled. Her hand had found Andy’s and now she studied the bruised knuckles, the always bruised knuckles, and she delicately kissed them. “Take care of yourself too, for me,” she whispered, looking back up at Andy.

“I will try,” Andy replied, smiling again. Smiling because it was a good day, because she could tell exactly what Quynh was thinking, because she was certain Quynh could see in her eyes the true meaning behind her words, the seriousness of the promise she was making, and how purposefully she would make sure nothing would separate them again, no matter how hard death would try.

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Andromaquynh prompts: Quynh used to be afraid of horses, but then Andy happens lol - They used to playfully threaten each other with the most weird things like " i hope a skunk bites you in your sleep" but stopped after Lykon since then it was a real possibility of losing the other.

“I hope a skunk bites you in your sleep.”

Quynh gasped dramatically when she heard the words from her wife. If she wasn’t used to the playful threats and she was literally immortal, she still wouldn’t have been offended, considering Andromache’s uncontainable grin easily exposes how little she meant with that sentence. Still, “Well, I hope your beloved evil beast bites your head off,” she threw back at her.

“Horses aren’t evil!” Andy repeated, not even making an effort at trying to count how many times she’d had to try to convince her lover of such an obvious thing for her, “You’re just scared of them.”

“How dare you!” Quynh increased her level of dramatism to hide the little bit of truth that was in the other woman’s statement, “I fear nothing!”

Their bickering was interrupted by Lykon, who groaned at them from his place atop his own horse. “If you two don’t stop right now I swear I’ll throw both of you off the first cliff that we cross on our path.”

“As if you could!” Andy threw over her shoulder, decidedly ignoring the fact that he pretty much had done it once in the past. If only the thousands of enemies that she had defeated in her long, long life could see her like that, laughing with her family and incapable of holding back a bright and loving smile, they wouldn’t even believe that woman was the same warrior that they had the privilege and misfortune of fighting against.

“Is that a dare Andromache? I’ve killed you before, I’ll kill you again,” Lykon replied with a matching grin. He risked a quick glance at Quynh, happy to see that their jokes had eased her discomfort and she sat more comfortably on her horse. He’d never question her valor and strength, he knew that being unable to die didn’t mean the three of them didn’t have very real, very human fears and weakness. That’s why there were three of them, to have each other’s backs, to make their endless lives more bearable, forever.

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Quynh stood still beside one of the horses Andy had bought for the two of them. They’d stood still for too long and once again it was time to move on, time to travel for a long time, travel far away, travel away from the greatest pain they’ve felt, the greatest loss that they’d never recover from. Lykon. 

She stood there, replaying thousands of times this had happened before. Starting a new adventure together, the three of them together. She’d refuse to get on a horse she didn’t trust, Andy would make fun of her or playfully threaten her and- and what would she reply? You’ll have to kill me first? I rather die than get on this horse? So casually. So carelessly. She shivered, remembering all the million little harmless threats. Never again, she told herself. She still didn’t fear her own death, she couldn’t. Andromache’s death though? A thought too scary to even consider, even now when Lykon’s loss was still so recent, so painful.

“Quynh,” Andy called her name, approaching her slowly, ready to go. “I was thinking,” she took Quynh’s hand in hers softly and took her time staring at her, “Maybe we could start this one trip with you joining me on my horse?”

No jokes this time. A moment of honesty, a question that revealed how much both of them needed this. Quynh squeezed Andy’s hands, smiled and kissed her cheek, a silent and grateful agreement.

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ohhh gosh kisses prompts! i am a sucker for cute ahot like this [though some of them were a little corny...]. can u do one or combo of these for andromaquynh 14, 17. 23, 26? thanks!

fitting four prompts into one? challenge accepted!!

Prompts: A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.  Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin. A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating. Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

It was Andy’s turn to wash the dishes. She was almost done and she was just so eager to finish already, and that’s even before a gorgeous distraction and her greatest weakness arrived.

“Are you done?” Quynh asked as soon as she stepped into the kitchen, resting her hip against the counter and staring at her wife washing the dishes.

“Almost,” Andy replied without looking back, “What is it? Are you bored without me already?”

“Dreadfully bored,” Quynh exhaled dramatically.

Andy laughed, didn’t think too much of it, not until she felt Quynh walk up behind her and wrap her arms around her waist.

“Can you hurry up?” Quynh asked, resting her forehead on the back of her wife’s shoulder, and letting her fingers play with the hem of Andy’s t-shirt.

Andy hummed thoughtfully. “No, I don’t think I can,” she replied, “These dishes are extremely important business.”

Despite the entirely serious tone of the other woman, Quynh laughed, her entire body shaking in delight and unknowingly lighting up a smile on Andy’s face. “Please,” Quynh insisted, hugging Andy tighter and now getting on her tiptoes to comfortably reach her neck, “Hurry up,” she insisted, starting to leave soft kisses on the length of Andy’s neck, just feather like kisses, shamelessly teasing her as she perfectly knew how, “Please,” she repeated for the last time, brushing a kiss along the shell of Andy’s ear. Then she grinned victoriously when she noticed Andy was finally, finally done with the dishes.

“You win,” Andy sighed gravely, but when she turned around in Quynh’s arms to immediately kiss her she didn’t appear bothered in the slightest.

Although she had been asking for it, the intensity of Andy’s kiss took Quynh by surprise. She gasped, but she was eager to return the kiss with matching passion. Since Quynh had apparently showed up to the kitchen on a mission, Andy saw no point in trying to take things slow. Her hands quickly found their home in her wife’s hips and pulled her forward, impossibly close until their bodies were flushed together. Once she head the shorter woman hum in approval of their closeness, Andy’s hands got to work, first, sneaking under Quynh’s red blouse to find warm skin and-

“You’re cold!” Quynh yelped in surprise, breaking the kiss to gasp at the sudden feeling of Andy’s freezing hands on the small of her back. She didn’t completely pull away though. If anything she pressed her body closer to the other woman.

Andy laughed, held her tighter, and dove in for another kiss. A kiss that, slower but no less powerful, allowed her to taste just the most perfect hint of the flavor of the dessert they had finished minutes ago. “And you’re sweet,” Andy mumbled against Quynh’s lips, “Should we-”

“Yes,” Quynh interrupted Andy’s question with a kiss that, unlikely as it seemed, was even fiercer than the previous ones. She wasn’t sure if the question would lead them to their bedroom or would end with one of them sitting on top of the kitchen’s counter, but she figured she’d find out soon enough. What mattered at the moment was holding each other tighter, closer, kissing each other desperately, almost forgetting about breathing, almost forgetting about Andy’s cold hands getting more and more adventurous under Quynh’s shirt.

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Prompt: Andy regains her immortality but Quynh loses hers, may or may not be permanent.

emphasis on the “may or may not be permanent”

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“I wouldn’t forgive you!” Andy exclaimed, swinging her axe at Quynh, “I wouldn’t forgive you if you were going easy on me, you know that?”

Quynh laughed wholeheartedly, easily blocking Andy’s attacks and pushing forward with her sword. It was a truly incredible sight, the way that pair of unmeasurably old women fought each other seamlessly. It wasn’t exactly a dance, it wasn’t perfectly orchestrated. It never lacked the thrill and intensity of a war waged between thousands of men, even if it was just the two of them. Well, it didn’t used to, not when they were both immortal, not when, worst case scenario, if Quynh’s sword pierced Andy’s abdomen, the woman would certainly rise back up from countless deaths. But that wasn’t the case anymore, was it?

“Quynh,” Andy insisted, her voice strained and not at all for the effort of the fight that still came as natural to her as breathing, “I meant it. Do not hold back for me.”

“I’m not,” Quynh replied, her voice matching her lover’s tense tone. She wasn’t being honest though.

She had tried, she had tried her damned hardest to remain neutral and true to their routinary style, but she simply couldn’t keep it up. She couldn’t, not when she knew that the smallest mistake on Andy’s part, or the smallest success on her own part, could be deadly, absolutely and irreversibly deadly. A knowledge that shook her to her core. She had tried not to think of it. She knew how much the love of her life would hate to be treated any differently now, and by Quynh, of all people! It would destroy so much of what they’d build in three thousand years. But her precautions were also a way to save that very ancient magic the two of them shared for so long. How could it be possible to find a middle ground? Somewhere with dignity that wouldn’t risk the stubborn warrior’s life?

“Quynh!” Andy yelled this time, when Quynh knocked the axe off her hands.

It was a move Andy herself had taught her thousands of years ago, when it was just the two of them, standing in places and speaking in languages only the two of them could remember. Quynh had maybe a whole second of looking smug after the axe and sword fell safely away from their hands. But then, of course, she had to curse under her breath and jump away from the knife that Andy had pulled to finish what they had started. This was just training, practice, a game, but it was getting dangerously close to crossing a line Quynh really didn’t want the other woman to cross.

So, of course, Quynh pulled her own knife out and got to work. It had never been easy for one of them to get the upper hand in a fight, not in normal circumstances at least. But the extraordinary circumstances of the moment made up for a desperate Andy that Quynh knew, like nobody else, how to manipulate. She allowed Andy one strike, one cut to Quynh’s shoulder that, although it made her hiss in pain, was a small price to pay really, or so she thought at the moment. The important part was that it got Andy close enough, just close enough for Quynh to knock her down and pin her to the ground, winning this round.

“What did you want so badly to prove?” Quynh whispered, her words almost burning more than the delicate but very real cut of her knife on Andy’s cheek. It was close to nothing and it wasn’t the first time it happened. A band aid would do, and Quynh would tease her about it, and they would laugh and kiss and everything would be fine.

Except, the blood stopped coming, and the little red line healed and vanished right there in front of Quynh’s eyes, leaving no scar behind on her lover’s perfect, beautiful face. However, Andy didn’t get to catch sight of the utter relief, amazement, gratitude of fate and love of her that shone brighter than the sun on Quynh’s expression. No, Andy couldn’t even look at Quynh’s face. All her attention was forever stolen by the wound on Quynh’s shoulder, the wound that wasn’t healing, the blood that kept pouring out, the damage she had done, the damage that wasn’t healing, not instantly, not as it should.