Fic prompts: 18 from Fluff, 8 from Kisses for Andromaquynh? Ty ❤️
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Just the first for now, but here goes
Fluff 18 is “When everything’s wrong, it’s you that makes it right”
Quynh has felt off the entire day.
It's not that anything is wrong per se- the world is still turning, the team is alright, they don’t even have a mission that could turn to shit.
Planet earth is near the same it had been yesterday and the day before that…
Yesterday and the day before.
Which, maybe that is exactly the point.
While on a good day, Quynh is used to the way the world had changed over time-
On bad days, neon lights look wrong in a way she can’t put her finger on, the sound of the telly or the radio grates on her nerves in a way she can’t describe, the constant static of electricity makes her feel like the witch she had been accused of, all those centuries ago.
It’s not actually cool to live in a literal science fiction show.
No, it’s bad enough to see the world change and civilisations fall as you live through it, bad enough to have to keep up with technology and innovations as they are invented one by one- but to be thrown into a world that has changed so much in the last decades alone after five hundred years of of the same agony, the same thoughts, as little as she had been able to think, stuck in the time before?
So yes, sometimes it is hard.
In some ways, she knows she adapted to it all a lot easier than anyone would have expected.
Easier than Anh, Joe and Nicky had expected her to adapt- Nile and Sébastien, too, as they had only known her through their dreams of pain and rage before.
She is so glad to be free, to have Andy again, to be blessed with the ability to breathe freely again and the people she loves by her side-
There are bad days, and nothing she can do against it.
“Quynh?” Andromache’s voice pulls her from the deep of her mind.
Quynh blinks a few times, slowly, owlishly, before she can honestly reply: “Now, I am.”
Anh sighs, pulling her to her side and pressing a kiss to her hair. “It’s fine if you aren’t alright, you know that, right?”
Quynh doesn’t answer. Yes, she does know that. But right now, she doesn’t want to think about that. Wants to focus on everything, anything else.
“I know,” Quynh whispers, feeling tears in her eyes.
"Is there anything I can do?" Andromache asks, sounding so very hopeful, and it is breaking Quynh's heart to hear her so worried, so afraid for her.
Andromache’s arm around her body still feels the same even after centuries, and, burying her face in her beloved’s neck, she still smells the same undefinable essence of her love, too.
"Just hold me, just like this," she murmurs into her skin, “when everything is wrong, it's you that makes it right again.”
