#anadrilya

I'm Not Lyin', I'm Just Stunnin'

Song: Poker Face by Lady Gaga

This is it. This is how my life is ruined forever.

Andrico forced a smile as his boss, his motherfucking boss, told a story from across the booth. The same booth where moments before he was practically glued to Julian's side. The same booth he had kissed Julian what seemed like a hundred times.

I am going to be sick. 

Luckily (if there was anything lucky in this scenario), Dr. Akujuo hadn't noticed them canoodling when he walked in. However, he had noticed Andrico when he moved to sit down on the other side of the booth. And of course, not to be rude, he offered Dr. Akujuo and his husband a seat while they waited on their take-out order. And now he was in hell.

Julian was not faring any better as his fingers tapped nervously on the tabletop. He was quite the actor, laughing when appropriate, telling jokes of his own. But Andrico could see the line of tension settling in his shoulders. He willed the line cook to go faster.

"So," Dr. Akujuo said as he turned to the man beside him. "Any plans for the long weekend Dr. Devorak?"

Julian shrugged in an attempt in casualness. "I was thinking of heading up to Prakra."

Dr. Akujuo blinked in surprise. "Oh? Andrico, didn't you mention you were going to Prakra as well?"

Goddesses if you have any mercy, you will open a pit to swallow me whole right now.

"Yes, yes I did."

"Oh how fun," Dr. Akujuo's husband (Damien was it?) chimed beside him. "Maybe you two can meet up there!"

Julian's cheeks began to flush. "Oh, I wouldn't want to impose…"

"Nonsense!" Dr. Akujuo interrupted. "You two are friends! Which is good to see. Science can be so cutthroat for no reason. I remember the time when-"

Blessedly Dr. Akujuo began another tale. It wasn't too much longer after that the Akujuo's order was finished. Blessedly, in the light of the Goddesses' favor, the other men left with friendly goodbyes. They had made it through. A blessing.

Even if the weight hung over their heads.

Bonus:

Wasn't expecting to come back writing this but here we are.

CW: slight dirty talk and Julian pretending he is a top

Minors DNI

It started like any other Saturday. Andrico had tip-toed down to his shop, determined to finish his inventory and lounge in bed with his lovers. He could imagine them all tangled in their sheets, the pale yellow light of the morning kissing their cheeks while their hands roamed. It was far more preferable than being neck deep in sage and calendula. So he worked, graphite speeding across the page as he made notes on his stock.

It is @sunrisenfool‘s Anatole’s birthday! Here is a birthday message from his favorite boy Andrico and crashed by his other favorite boy! 

Andrico’s sprite is by @lesbianarcana

@ilyamatic​

Ralphie’s whiskers and his soft nose tickled Anatole’s face until he woke up. Groggy he buried his face in the pillow, but Ralphie was undeterred: he curled next to him in it, shoving a piece of paper on Anatole’s face.

If he was awake enough to form coherent thoughts, he’d be in disbelief a ferret just won between him and sleep. With a mumble he turned the lights of the room on, reading whatever it was that Ralphie had shoved on his face.

Andrico’s handwriting was messier than usual, the characteristic looseness of his husband’s drunk hand. He couldn’t be too mad at them as he read the letter, the fact Andrico was too drunk to not recall where he was, and that Anatole had simply decided to call it an early night because he was tired too amusing to be angry about.

He would still be grump, and incoherent. He was not awake enough for any of this.

Reluctantly he left the bed, finding the parlour they had been all drinking in earlier. Ilya gave him a boisterous welcome as he opened the door, while Andrico stared at him like he was an apparition.

“You’re home?!”

“How drunk is he?”

Ilya shrugged. “He was just crying about your butt so, take a guess, Tolen’ka.”

“Very, then.”

“It’s his fault,” his accent was slightly thicker when Andrico was drunk, but it was probably the way he slurred his words together, “I wrote it in the letter.”

“You woke me up, that’s what you did.”

“But I miss you.”

“Then stop drinking, and come to bed... you can fall asleep with your hands on my ass, if that would seal the deal.”

Hope you like it babe!

Heels pounded heavily against marble floors. They were nothing but blurs of flowers and colors, dodging guests as they ran. Andrico was no stranger to strife. He had tumbled head first from one battle to the next. First for his home country, then for his own heart, and finally the world. So, he took joy wherever he could find it. That night joy was running after his lovers through the Masquerade.

Anatole reached the outskirts of the garden first, whooping triumphantly as he thrust a bottle of Golden Goose in the air. He landed in the grass with a triumphant twirl. Julian came next skidding to a halt to only flop beside him. Andrico reached them at a more leisurely pace now, though the thrill of the chase still thrummed in his veins.

"You know Nadia would have given us a bottle if we had asked," he said as he plopped down in the middle of his lovers.

Anatole snorted. "Where is the fun in that?"

He then twisted the top and they all watched as a stream of foamy champagne arched and fell into the grass. Anatole brought the bottle to his lips and smirked.

"To victory."

With that he took a swig. The bottle was soon in Julian's hands as he took a swig for himself. Andrico took his sip last.

The Golden Goose was sweeter than he anticipated and far fizzier. Or perhaps it was the mischief of the night and stealing the expensive drink that made it so. He took another swig. 

They passed the bottle between themselves as they told stories. Tales of adventure, heartache, and a few mishaps along the way. They drained the bottle until they were all blissfully tipsy.

Julian gestured wildly as he finished his tale. "And then the man said 'that's no sturgeon, that's my wife!'"

Julian and Anatole's peals of laughter filled the night around them. Andrico chuckled softly as he buried his face in the crook of Anatole's neck. He smelled of grapefruits, and cedar, and sunshine even at midnight. All Mothers above did he love him. Andrico moved to look up at Anatole once more only to him grinning down at him. 

Anatole was the sun but there was something to be said about how he looked in the moonlight. He was softer, a glittering thing. It was breathtaking. He moved on instinct as he pressed against smiling lips.

He tasted sweet, like Golden Goose and sunshine and love. Andrico kissed him reverently as all the bubbles he drank seemed to dance along his skin. He heard Julian make a needy sound before he found another set of plush lips against his. His other lover tasted of darker things, but no less sweet.

Their kisses soon turned needier, hands grasping, teeth catching. Time stretched as they took their fill, each touch of their lips hungrier than the last.

"We should head back to our rooms," Anatole panted once they broke apart for air.

Julian smirked mischievously.

"I'll race you."

Allow Me — Chungmi Kim, particularly these stanzas:

“ Allow me to sit in the sun and listen to the sky. I will love you gently.   Allow me to stay in my room and weave my rainbows. I will love you truly.“