#killmaster-andre

Dont you owe me too? Or is it me?

((jhbugytviuv

are we still married

of course

i'm married to like 16 people okay. 

you're all my loves, and I love you all equally. 

except swissy. 

Shes such a classy lady. u v u

What if Rapture had never existed?

What if Ava Tate had never gone to the city under the sea, and instead, went to America to work?

What if she had went and fallen for a mob boss?

“Ava!” A dark voice called through the spacious townhouse. “Ava, you home?” His accent, strange and unfamiliar to the foreign woman, made her stick her head out of one of the doorways.

“I’m doing the dishes, darling, come in here.” She laughed, going back to her chores. Andre, mob boss and weapons dealer extraordinaire, grinned as he entered the kitchen, the slim, redheaded woman turning to him with a smile. “Bonjour, mon cher. How was-oh, Andre, what happened to your nice shirt!”

“I swear there’s a story behind this.” He admitted, shrugging off the shredded and bloody button up. “I was out today with some of the boys when-“

“Andre.” Ava’s response cut him quickly off, and he blinked, confused, before realizing what almost happened. They had made an agreement back when they started seeing each other that he wouldn’t discuss work with her. That way, if someone decided to try and get back at him, Ava would be safe.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, holding out his shirt for her, and with a sigh, she took it, throwing it over her shoulder.

“Don’t be.” She replied with a small smile. “Not your fault after all.”

With a laugh he nodded, moving behind her and kissing her cheek lightly, making the actress giggle.

“Should I even ask about your day?” He laughed, moving back to their table to grab an apple she had left out for him.

“Well, you know the theater, always so picky about me not overworking myself. Something about…saving my voice.” With another spray from the sink, her work was done, and she set the clean plate aside. “But I do have to say, people here are much kinder to the leads than they are in Paris. You know, I got another dozen roses today from someone they didn’t…”

She paused, noticing the sly grin on his face. She threw her head back and laughed, walking over to him and nuzzling her nose against his.

“Merci, mon cher.” She said with a smile. He leaned in, stealing a sweet kiss from her, loving her taste of fruit and scent of flowers, before grinning widely.