#theme:povandrew

Whiskey Sour by maqicien (Not Rated | 6078 | 1/1) 

He feels eyes on him like a soft caress on the back of his neck, a gentle kiss behind his ear. He tries to find the honey gold of his eyes in the crowd, but they're always gone before he can find them.

Andrew is there almost every night, in whispers and glimpses. Neil finds himself fighting for even a blink of him in the crowd.

After 7 nights of being watched, Andrew pops up at the bar.

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In which Neil is a bartender and Andrew is the crime lord that owns the bar.

I was looking for an andreil fic where Andrew assumes Neil knows what he means when he says that Neil means nothing, but Neil takes it literally. I know it’s completed and I think it’s a 5+1 type of fic. Thank you for the help <3

hi yes this fic lives in my head rent fucking free -maz

not nothing by therainbowelectric (Not Rated | 23,148 | 1/1)

“Have you considered the possibility that Neil has chosen you, but believes you have not chosen him?” Renee says. “Have you ever explicitly told him what you want?”

“Neil knows what I want,” Andrew snaps. This is not Andrew’s fault.

“How do you know?”

Because Neil always knows. He is as fluent in Andrew’s micro-expressions as he is in German and French. He knows which head tilts mean “go on” and which ones mean “shut up.” Without ever asking, he learned what it meant to see Andrew wearing double layers of long sleeves, or taking multiple showers in a day, and learned to hand Andrew the car keys.

That has always been the most terrifying thing about Neil — his patience to wait, watch, listen, learn. The prospect that if Neil were given enough time, there would be no part of Andrew that was just Andrew’s anymore.

“He has to know,” Andrew says.

“Does he?” Renee says. “Have you ever known Neil to assume that he is wanted?”

yeah fairly sure i’ve found it -maz

i'll keep you by bazookajo94 (M | 4,415 | 1/1)

Aaron asked, “What’s your deal? What’s going on?”

Andrew had no choice. He stood up, walked to the bowl of freshly cut melon surrounded by pools of watermelon juice and an assortment of black seeds, and plucked a piece of the fruit. It was dark red and glistening and sweet on his tongue.

here you go!-Halley

How to Lose an Enemy in Ten Steps by gluupor (G | 10,025 | 1/1)

sure thing! -félix

L'amour parle en fleurs by scribbleb_red (M | Incomplete | 7/8)

Andrew and Neil don't meet in Millport, they find each other ten years later in the South of France, near the crumbling walls of Chateauneuf de Grasse, just before the hills begin to bloom with lavender.

This is a story about memory and loss, love and healing, and how even a flower that has been stepped on can grow back in time.

here you go!-Halley

A Thousand Miles Seems Pretty Far by gluupor for seamanthedog (G | 3,009 | 1/1)

Long distance relationships are hard.

you are looking for chapter 17 . note: this fic is locked so you need an ao3 account to read it-Halley

together by badacts (T | 40,398 | 31/31)

here’s one -félix

a freedom sound (do not cherish memory) by badacts (M | 47,053 | 11/11)

Andrew only needed a few minutes to determine that Neil Josten was going to get under his skin. He just didn’t foresee exactly how deep.