#Lady Aceso

[differentsoulsweets]

Aceso

[DISCLAIMER: this is mostly UPG from divination as so little is known about minor gods/theoi.]

Ακεσο [Healing, Curing] Goddess of curing sickness and healing wounds ; 'the healing process'

Epithets: ⟡ None Known

Domains: ⟡ Healing & Medicine

Devotional acts: ⟡ Keep up hygiene ⟡ Sanitize and wash your hands!! ⟡ Take care of your injuries

Associations

Element: ⟡ Earth

Color: ⟡ I associate green and red with her *

Crystals & stones: ⟡ Healing stones such as the quartz varieties <3 *

Plants & Herbs: ⟡ Alfalfa *

Animal: ✧ Non-poisonous Snakes

[I will try and reach out to her to see what she likes and update as time goes on!]

* This is upg content through divination

[asphuxia]

When rumours so fearful and frightened spread, from mouth to ear and heart, of a land overcome with its past, in blood and history alike— who was Eir to not heed its call? Though simpler for Hel’s heir to merely listen to the voices of dead; the living are lucid and verbose enough for both realms, above and below. Grim word wards off any passersby from the small village located not far from the foot of the Oghma mountains, gated by the surrounding forest, and protected by little more than spoken tongue alone. That it would represent such a threat to its neighbours gives merit to the myth, and as the dead’s sovereign, it is among her duties to shepherd them.

Strange though it may be to imagine those of her realm holding such influence upon the realms of the living, it is no longer entirely outlandish of a concept— her time in Askr, but more particularly Fódlan, had taught her well on that account. The Knights of Seiros had been beseeched to investigate the matter, and so Eir deigns to ride ahead of them. Aceso makes quick work of the journey, delivering her upon an inconspicuous entrance, obscured by greenery. It is within her best interests to go unnoticed, after all; her status as an Ashen Wolf lending to that endeavour. That the church’s authority might find her upon this site, and rouse such suspicion… it remains not an ordeal she wishes to encounter.

Sharp heels dig into grooves within the cobblestone, pillowed by the long grass that overran it. The princess enters with caution, and pays all her respects; one must bow their head in such places, for not even a king was free of soul. It is when her observations begin that Eir notices the area is without a grave emission of malice. Strange, should they choose to linger here so vehemently without. Most spectres that did were oft fuelled by anger, edged on by vengeance; when the soul left, so too did much of its spirit— and yet… the walls shift, sealing off her path through which she had come. Entombed, the gesture alone seemed to say. Without escape.

— but Eir would not be cowed by the acts of her own, not when such behaviour was so familiar amongst them. Instead, she presses on; sapphire gaze tracing every minute detail, committing each to memory, lest facetious ghosts play their hand. Identifying the source of such an amalgamation of souls was imperative, and the princess far from intended to delay. Yet her alarm and caution are brought to rise as the thunder of hooves sound from the distance, and the sophisticated march of the church guard tells on their presence. As Eir moves, so too does the labyrinth follow her— a strange game of beck and call. It is only when death’s daughter assumes that she is obscured from wary eyes does she start at another’s voice.

… and how familiar that voice is, and unlucky she must be. With a great shudder, the structure that shields Eir from the sun comes to a stuttering halt— and she is all too aware of a presence directly above. Lips purse in mild discontent, hindered of her duty; but it would be much more trouble to avoid the archbishop in her entirety. So, Eir acquiesces, squinting as she steps into the light. Silver crown bows her head, avoiding Rhea’s gaze. “My apologies, Lady Rhea,” she begins, a timid tone— one almost reminiscent of the voice she had spoken to her mother with. “I had not meant to startle you in such a place…”

in you an echo

There’s been word of crumbling ruins, remnants of an old town and its gravesite becoming overgrown with strange greenery. Beautiful though its blooms may be, superstition and old maid’s tales have painted it as a beautifully haunting omen for a disaster to come. [..] To make matters worse, the vines that now prevent you from leaving don’t seem to be content to stop there. All around you, the labyrinth shifts and changes; the walls move, the plants snake and snap. You and your companion must hack and cut your way through and find a way out, lest you intend to bury yourselves in a grave that never needs to beg for flowers. [Grants Sword +1]

Rhea has created and had to improvise a number of different ways to evade her guards over the years, but she must admit this most recent one may in fact be her least favorite.

The majority of the knights had stayed in the town a half an hour rides back in order to continue to comfort the residents there, but the few that had been separated from her just now as that insidious ivy overgrew the entrance – well, she worries.

More than worry, however, Rhea is now intrigued. The magic here is frustrating, yes, but so too is it fascinating. It does not feel like theirs though as Rhea ascends half a broken staircase only to find it has started moving she does wonder.

Movement, clearly practiced, catches Rhea’s eye just as the staircase comes to a standstill; someone else is here, just below her. Had they meant to stay out of sight or was it just result of this place’s twisting shape? Rhea does not know but her grip on the Seiros sword tightens.

“Who goes there?” She calls. “If you do not fear the Goddess then come stand beside me and let us converse. It seems we may be in this place for a while, after all.”

@asphuxia

[interviewwiththewerepire]

midnight club spec - spoilers up to ep 5

calling it now, the old lady is Aceso and she's still alive, and Stanton is Athena and they're using the kids to keep Aceso alive.

but on the other hand, they're making this SO obvious and its only ep 5 so either its a misdirect OR this is right but its gonna be confirmed very soon and then some other truly crazy shit is gonna get revealed/happen

[ljosalir]

The stars overhead twinkle, the skies cleared of any clouds that might seek to hide it from the onlookers below. Gentle blades of grass lick at their skin as they lay, looking ever upwards, the cool breeze of midnight air passing over them in waves. Eir sits silently beside Sharena, their shoulders nearly touching as they watch the sky above. Aceso grazes quietly beside them, whitened eyes trailing to the stars every so often.

Eventually, Eir shifts. She stands, walking towards her pegasus— and procures a medium, cream-coloured box from within the saddlebag attached to his harness. Alongside it is also a bouquet of flowers, wrapped in brown paper. With both items in hand, she returns to Sharena’s side, and sets the box upon the ground between them as she sits.

“This is for you,” she murmurs, almost shyly. Her hands are hesitant to leave the sides of the box, and so are her eyes. Finally, she extends the bouquet instead. “…for the Day of Devotion.”

There is a moment of silence there, a brief reluctance, before Death’s princess finally manages to tear her eyes away from the gift. She glances upwards, sapphire meeting deep, luminous emerald.

“I celebrate and cherish this time we have had together,” she continues, and chooses to ignore how it is all on supposedly borrowed time, regardless of the fact. Eir smiles, and though it is grateful and kind, it is almost as equally sad. She looks towards the night sky again. “May we continue to see nights like these, gazing upon the stars as we had in Askr… and may we hope that this remains for a long time.”

She turns from the stars, and back towards her friend. Azure eyes shine as though they have caught reflections of starlight within them. “… Thank you for this bond we share. I cannot imagine a time where I were alive without you.”

          there’s this heavy weight of feeling at home that sinks into her body, relaxes her muscles and makes way for a natural smile to bloom upon her face.  sharena’s gaze melts into a simmering stare, burned to place along the edges of every star.  every constellation, a flicker of life in the sky.  she supposes that this moment is only better because of eir’s presence; silent, as one always is.  silent but cherished, sharena wants her to be here with her.  needs her to be here.  how could she find the perfect hill without the companion who she’s shared this hill with for such sweet time?

          sharena pulls her knees closer to her chest, unconsciously shifting to the side due to the change of position.  it’s moments like this, in the companion of eir and her pegasus, that sharena finds the confidence to let herself go.  let her hair loose and refuse the habit of covering her legs with her cape or blanket.  her attention is only on the sky, the twinkling stars and their delightful dance for the two ladies.

          and it’s because of this that sharena doesn’t realize eir has gotten up until she’s back by her side.  footsteps silent and even if sound was made, it’s easily tuned out by the faint whispering of the wind.  sharena raises her head from her arms and looks over at eir.  but her fern irises immediately fall towards the sight of the box set onto the ground, blades of grass sticking out from underneath it in various directions.  the cool wind has flushed her face ever so slightly, specks of blush glow beneath the faint moonlight.

          askran princess’ expression softens at the sight, moving her position to face eir completely but with slow, almost hesitant, beats of silence.   “   eir...   ”   she whispers, more so a gasp of surprise rather than a true call of her name.  eir’s voice fills the space between them, the breeze brushes against the bouquet of... passion blooms.  a bouquet of passion blooms.  sharena blinks at them, surprised and charmed.  oh so charmed.  death’s princess cannot let go of what is to be given, sharena lets out a breathless laugh, unsure exactly what she’s laughing at.

          day of devotion, right.  right.  sharena nods and carefully takes the bouquet from eir, brown paper crinkling beneath her fingers as she rotates the flowers in her hold.  truly, they’re passion blooms.  and most of her excitement comes from the understanding that, during her months here, sharena’s never seen a single one among the various flowers in the meadows and flower fields by the riverbanks.  sharena brings the bouquet up to her face and even then, even if she did not, even if she simply allowed them to rest in her hand and in her lap, she could never forget the scent of purity they give.

          fern eyes raise to meet a pale, beautiful sapphire pair.  eir’s voice is soft but there is a power to its notes.  a sense of purpose to the way her syllables ring against the breeze; a perfect display of kindness for the stars.  sharena smiles, hard.  she smiles to the point of her eyes narrowing and her shoulders rising with the curve of her lips.  she smiles a genuine one   —   gathering the bits of gracious peace in eir’s and radiating it twice as bright.  brown paper crinkles again as she laughs, shyly looking away from eir as the other princess’ gaze rises to the sky, once more.

          (   it’s difficult, she muses, choosing which to stare at more.  eir or the sky.  the stars she’s promised hours to present to her.  eir or everything she’s looked up to as a child.  eir or... eir, by the grace of askr, her answer is as obvious as the smell of springtime during a blooming season.   )

          sharena looks up to see eir staring at her, a new alive sparkle in her eyes.  one she’s... never seen before.  askran princess stammers out another laugh, quickly recovering from the stutter with a brighter smile and a brush of her hand against eir’s.   “   i... gosh, eir, this is so sweet.   ”   she finally says, the pleasant chirp sticking to her voice as she speaks.   “   i’d cry if i wasn’t so happy right now!  thank you, for everything.  this... where did you find passion blooms?  i haven’t seen them since i left askr,   ”   but whether an answer was to be given or not, sharena laughs and holds the bouquet closer to her chest, sighing happily at the familiar scent of—

          “   and yeah, i agree. may we continue seeing the beauty of life together, for a long looong time, at that!  i promise to do everything in my power to let us continue this; our little favorite pastime.   ”   and she swears this.  to the stars, to herself, to eir.  she swears it because she’ll rather draw her last breath for the reward of someone being happy; smiling.  sharena pauses, only for a moment, before she takes eir’s hand in hers, the bouquet being held in her other.  but as quickly as she grabs her hand, sharena takes it away with a gasp of realization.

          “   oh, right!  the box!   ”

          sharena unclips her cape from her shoulders and folds it on the ground, setting the bouquet down carefully before turning back to eir.  but she pauses before taking the box, a glance to eir before she does so.  it’s with delicate fingers that she opens the cream-colored box, certain in her goal to not damage what may be inside.  the gifts instead are small but able to fit comfortably in the space that the box provides.  sharena gasps and reaches for each one   —   an inability to control her excitement spilling out from the fit of laughter she falls into at the sight of a pink tin container.

          opening it reveals an assortment of chocolates, molded into different shapes but all fitted around the same size.  she gently picks a heart - shaped chocolate from the container and, without a moment of hesitation, holds it out for eir to take.  she smiles,   “   here!  we can both enjoy them instead of me eating them all by myself.   ”   the gold ribbon from the container is carefully taken off and loosely tied around the crown of her head.  it’s big enough, thankfully, and sharena keeps it there as she plucks another heart - shaped chocolate from the tin and eats it.

          the sweet tang of strawberries is enticing, a delightful mix of light chocolate and fruit; sharena immediately eats another before setting the box down.  instead of stuffing her face now, the two of them can share it until they go back inside for bedtime.   (   even as she thinks this and goes to grab the next gift, she doesn’t stop herself from grabbing another chocolate from the container   —   this one a sphere molded treat, instead.   )

          excited hands grab hold of a lantern, her thumb rubbing its round exterior before she finally lifts it fully out of the box.  it doesn’t take any strength at all to carry it, surprise pushing at the muscles of her face as she weighs the lantern in her hand.  clear glass that glints with the starlight above, sliver of moonlight bouncing off its base.  sharena holds the lantern up to her face and tilts her head, her nose twitches at the faint smell of something light... vanilla, she muses, it has to be.

          “   eir, i'm... i’m at a loss for words right now!   ”   sharena exclaims, laughing as she holds the lantern by its base and tugs at the handle   —   nothing happens.  she stifles a laugh, more embarrassed than happy, as she instead allows eir to move the handle for her.  pale fingers push it to lay rest on the right side, where sharena sees a marking etched into the lantern.  then, as if answering death’s princess and her call, light begins its flicker inside the glass.  easily settling into a warm glow, the foundation of the light coming from the bright star shining inside the lantern.

          sharena squeals in delight, almost dropping the gift when she tries to clap her hands together   —   thankfully catching it before it slips completely from her hand.   “   this is so COOL!  how did you make it?  wait, don’t tell me, it’s like a magician's secret right?   ”   while the light is not blinding, sharena still isn’t sure if holding it up to her face is a good idea or not, so she sets it down beside the bouquet, keeping the handle to the right so the star can continue shining.

          but all good things must find an end, if not only the start to another beginning   —   sharena freezes at the last gift in her hands.  her smile disappears, only for this moment of recognition, of acceptance and appreciation.  a set of envelopes and parchment to accompany its purpose.  her hand touches the top envelope; smooth and clean.  blank.  a canvas.  her canvas.  she doesn’t have to open it to be able to tell that the envelope has been made to carry small items able to be pushed beside the parchment, but she opens it anyway.

          it’s not that she’s crying, because she knows she isn’t.  she knows that her eyes are dry and her throat is clear.  but there’s something tugging her heart   —   a declaration, a promise, it comes from her chest and up her throat.  sharena’s smile, now, is softer than before.  delicate and seemingly fragile.  she laughs and wipes away at her eyes.  a declaration, a confession, a promise, fern eyes open and sparkle a different sense of joy for eir.

          “   i’m so... thank you, eir.   ”   she says, almost breathless, almost a whisper.   “   this is a beautiful gift.  aw, i’m so blessed to be your friend.   ”   another pause, another glance between the envelopes and eir.  then, sharena speaks, her gaze slightly diverted and face flushed.   “   the gift i have for you isn’t as great as what you’ve given me but i can at least add something to it... ya’ know?   ”

          a quick gesture to eir’s face   —   her hand waving towards the entirety and not her cheek, not the place she had in mind,   “   can i give you a kiss?   ”

[themangoeswrite]

Remy’s Dreams

okay so first of all, this is part of a bigger series that I currently don’t have time to sit down and write so im probably gonna be dumping a bunch of one-shots and stuff from this au some stuff you should probably know before you start reading: this is a pjo type au, camp half-blood and all Remy - child of Hypnos, nonbinary, they/them pronouns Emile - child of Aceso, genderfluid, he/she/they pronouns

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Remy Somnus was used to irregular sleeping patterns.

They sometimes slept for a week, sometimes just an hour, sometimes not at all for days on end. Sometimes they ignored the urge to sleep for fear of their dreams. Not that they’d ever say that to anyone, even Emile. Instead they smiled and said something else like “I’m too fab for sleep, babes.”

But the truth is that Remy was scared - terrified, even. Not because of the dreams themselves, but because of the feelings from the dreams. They dreamt of a boy in a place, happy on the outside, panicked on the inside. They felt his emotions, stronger than they’ve felt any emotion of their own.

The boy felt trapped. Trapped in his body, trapped in his mind, trapped in this place with no escape. He was trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped.

And then something changed.

The boy looked up. But he didn’t look through than like everyone else, he looked at them. And then promptly freaked out.

Panic spread on his face and he ran away. Remy reached towards him - towards answers and the dream slipped away.

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    The next morning, Remy plopped down on an empty seat at the Aceso table. Which was easy as only one person usually sat there.

    Remy squinted at the person’s necklace and nodded, greeting her. “Morning, Em.”

    Em looked up from her book and squealed. “Remy! Good morning! You do how do?”

    Remy smiled, relaxing almost instantly at their friend’s behavior. Her eccentric personality always soothed them after a rough time. “I’m totes perf, babes.” And maybe they moved their sunglasses down and winked at her, just to hear her giggle. If they did, it’s not like anyone could blame them. “How is my lovely lady tonight?”

    She immediately grinned, the way she always did when Remy did this on a she/her day. “I’m doing wonderful, although it isn’t nighttime yet, Rems.”

    Remy might have blushed, the way they always did when Emile gave them a nickname. They opened their mouth to respond, but a certain twin plopped down next to the two.

    “Morning! Have you ever thought of-” Before Remus could continue what was no doubt a gruesome thought, Remy interrupted. “Not that I’m not totes looking forward to hearing the end of that, but what are you here exactly?”

Remus stopped, frowning. “Emile over here said my name, I simply headed his call.”

    Em flinched making Remy sigh and say, “Em over here, she said Rems, not Remus, dumbass.”

    Remus looked apologetic, a rare sight. “My apologies, Em, I should have checked your pronoun necklace.” Remus regained vis grin that bordered on insane. “And I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone once I tell you this funny thought I had-”

    Em perked up, seeing Dante enter. “Hey Remus, is that Dante?” Remus perked up as well, standing up and racing over to Dante without a goodbye.

    Remy sighed, pretending to wipe sweat off their eyebrows. “Not that I don’t totes love Remus’ presence but I am more glad that I can talk to you alone, sweetheart.”

Em blushed, not used to Remy being so serious. She grinned, glad that they were happy. “So, did you need to ask me something or did you just stop by for a chat?”

Remy sighed again, knowing she would find out at some point, whether or not they told her directly. Anything remotely interesting at Camp Half-Blood was always exposed quickly by Drew, the leader of the Aphrodite cabin who could charmspeak anything out of anyone. They stood up, holding a hand out for Em. “You mind if we talk somewhere else?”

Em nodded, accepting their hand and rising to her feet, letting Remy lead the way. They led the way through the woods, following a path only they knew. They helped Em over a couple of branches, making sure her skirt didn’t catch or tear.

“Where exactly are we going?” Em asked, stepping over another branch.

Remy smiled, continuing to lead her to the place. “Just trust me, sweetheart. I won’t let you die, don’t worry.”

Em nodded, letting herself be led. “I trust you, Rems.”

Remy nodded back, stopping at a tree. “Good, because I’m about to ask you to walk into a tree.”

Em, fully trusting Remy, walked into the tree and leading Remy with her, as they were still holding hands. Once in the clearing through the tree, Em gasped, putting her free hand over her mouth.

In a word, the clearing was beautiful. There was a small spring with the clearest water Em had ever seen. It was ethereal, the way the sun shone on the water. The trees were all pushed to the edges of the clearing, making it look as if someone had planned it out. It was peaceful.

“It’s beautiful.” Em gasped out, admiring the clearing even more. She was still entranced by the peaceful air about the place.

Remy, who had been staring at Em the whole time, admiring the way her hair shone like strands of gold and her eyes reflected the clearing like small golden mirrors. She looked ethereal, her beauty more captivating than the clearing. They couldn’t look away even if they tried - her beauty rivaling even Aphrodite’s.

“She sure is.” Remy muttered softly. Em looked at Remy confusedly and Remy coughed, taking their hand back and turning towards the clearing. “This - this place, I mean - it-it’s pretty. That’s why I - uh - that’s why I brought us here.”

Em cocked her head, more confused. “I thought you brought us here to talk.”

Remy coughed again, adjusting their sunglasses and trying to play it cool. “I did, but I also wanted you to see something as beautiful as yourself, babes.” They winked, forgetting that they had sunglasses on, covering their eyes. They were doing fantastic.

Em giggled, smiling up at Remy. Remy did not immediately melt. They did not. (They totally did.)

“Anyways, what do you want to talk about?” Em asked, pulling Remy down to sit with her.

Remy sighed, running a hand through their hair. “I had a dream. Usually it’s just dreams, normal nonsense, subconscious lessons about something I usually don’t remember. But this time - I saw a boy. And it wasn’t like where I dream of someone’s life or anything, because he saw me. He looked up and saw me.”

Em nodded, her - what she called ‘therapy mode’ - now engaged. “Was this the first time?”

Remy shook their head. “No, I’ve seen him before. He’s always in the same place. But he’s always seemed like he was under a trance or something. He totes looks like he could go for a year long nap.”

Em cracked a smile. “Rems, that’s a coma.”

Remy nodded, “TBH, he needs it. The bags under his eyes aren’t even designer.”

Em giggled, and motioned for them to resume their story.

“Anyways, he usually looks zoned. But this time-” Remy paused, trying to find the words. “He seemed present. Present and-. And scared. Like he didn’t know where he was. He felt- trapped.”

That hung in the air for a minute until Em said something. “You have to talk to him.”

Remy immediately turned to Em. “I do?”

“I mean, it doesn’t hurt you to dream like this, right?” Em waiting for Remy to nod, which they did. “Then you should try to talk to him. He might need help. Is it even possible for you to communicate with him through this dreaming thing?”

Remy shrugged, not having experimented with their power before. “I’m not sure. No one else has my kind of dreams, even in the Hypnos cabin.”

Em nodded. “You should try it. Just to see if it’s possible.”

Remy digested what she said. Logically, it made sense. They could learn more about their powers and potentially help someone. If they couldn’t communicate - which Remy doubted based on the way the boy had looked at them, full of terror - then it was no harm done. They nodded, laying down with their head next to Em’s lap.

“What - what are you doing?” Em asked, a blush creeping onto her face.

“Taking a nap. Thought that was obvious, sweetheart.” They winked at Em, but again, it wasn’t very effective as they still had their sunglasses on. Photophobia really was a bitch.

“Here? Are you comfortable enough to sleep?” Em questioned, worry on her face.

Remy smiled. “Don’t worry about me, babes. Child of Hypnos perks, I can fall asleep anywhere whether or not I’m comfortable, and I won’t wake up with any cricks in my neck or anything.”

Em frowned. “Just because you can fall asleep without being comfortable doesn’t mean you have to.” She shrugged off her jacket and folded it into a pillow. She carefully shifter their head so she could place the jacket underneath. “There.”

They were bewildered. “Why-?”

“Because now you have a pillow. I’ll stay here until you wake up. I have a book, don’t worry. So sleep safely, Rems.” Em said fiercely. She smiled. “I got your back.”

Remy blushed, turning on their side to hide it.

“Thank you.” They muttered before falling asleep on Em’s jacket.

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Remy was back in the casino.

    Bright lights, loud noises - they cringed slightly, pushing up their sunglasses to try and lessen the oncoming headache. They hated their photophobia.

    “I know you.” A voice said behind them. “Every now and then you show up. But only if I haven’t eaten a lotus in a while.”

    Remy turned around and saw the boy from before. They were shocked by how beautiful the boy was up close. Also by how wary he seemed to be of them. Remy stuck their hand out to the boy. “I’m Remy. My pronouns are they/them, what about you, babes?”

    A flash of surprise flitted across the boy’s face, obviously having never had someone introduce themself with name and pronouns, nor asked him. He quickly schooled his face back into its original guarded expression.

    “He/him. You may call me Anxiety.” He was not willing to share his name quite yet.

    Remy frowned but didn’t say anything. “What is this place, Anxiety?”

    Anxiety shrugged, obviously glad that they hadn’t said anything. “Casino. They serve water and lotus flowers. Water’s harmless, but the lotus flowers neutralize your brain or something. Head goes foggy and you can’t remember how long you’ve been here.”

    Remy slowly nodded. “That sounds totes not good, babes. What day was it when you got here? Can you remember how long it’s been?”

    Anxiety shrugged again. “I only eat the lotus when I have to, every time I get so hungry that I nearly die. I usually fake it until then though. And it was September 1st, 1989 when I came here.”

    Remy’s jaw dropped. “Anxiety, hon, it’s April 17th.”

    Anxiety’s brow furrowed. “So I’ve only been here a couple of months? That’s like- a year less than I was expecting.”

    “Babes, it’s April 17th, 2019.”

    Anxiety immediately shook his head. “No, I can’t be-”

    Remy’s hearing was cut off as they heard someone shout their name, their vision going blurry. Someone was trying to wake them up. Anxiety noticed Remy fading and immediately tensed.

    “You’re leaving.” He said solemnly.

    Remy nodded, opening their mouth to apologize for leaving so soon but instead they faded away into nothing.

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Remy shot up, nearly knocking heads with Em.

    “Are you okay, Rems?” Em asked, putting a hand on their forehead, checking for a fever. “You were shaking horribly, like you were having a seizure or something. I was worried.”

    Remy nodded, looking at Em, their eyes flicking down to see Em’s pronoun necklace, realizing that while they slept, it had changed from she to he. They smiled, looking into Em’s eyes.

    “Well it seems that an angel of a boy saved me, sweetheart.”

    Emile blushed, moving his hand away from Remy’s forehead. Remy caught his hand, raising it to their lips and kissed it softly. “It’s true, love.”

    Emile smiled, bringing Remy into a hug. “I like being friends with you too, Rems.”

    Remy sighed, hugging Emile back. “Yeah. That’s what I meant.”

    Emile smiled wider into Remy’s shoulder before pulling back and kissing their cheek. “C’mon, let’s get back.”

    He stood up, holding out a hand to them. Remy smiled, grabbing Emile’s hand and pulling themself up. “Yeah. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure your skirt doesn’t get caught, pretty boy.”

    Emile laughed, hugging Remy again. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Rems.”

    Remy smirked, picking Emile up and maneuvering him so they carried him bridal style. “Same to you, sweetheart.”

    Emile giggled, turning his face away from Remy. Not seeing how their face dropped as soon as he wasn’t looking. Wishing the two of them could be more than just friends.

[andreilweek]

ANDREILWEEK 2018 MASTERPOST

Hello everyone! So here it is! The masterpost you've all been waiting for!

But first, we'd like to thank all of the people who participated posting new content but also those who helped us spread the word about andreilweek and brought a lot of attention to the project. We are really happy with the results of it and we hope it's the first year of a lot more. We hope we can comeback next year for another round of Andreilweek after all the support we received!

Now, here you go!

Day 1: shakespeare | mythology | fake dating/fake exes

FANFIC

Asphodel by @kibumunnie

Prompt: mythology

Start A War by @belabellissima

Prompt: mythology

A Trojan War AU where Andrew is Achilles, Neil is Briseis, and Aaron just wants to survive to the end of the fic. 

self destruct just to feel. by @miny3rd

Prompt: mythology

Andrew’s perspective of his and Neil’s kisses, as well as the “thank you, you were amazing” scene, with a sprinkle of Icarus imagery.

"Andrew's wings, built upon months of promises and truths, wax and feathers, melted and burned. The earth was being pulled towards him with immense speed, and nothing, not even the nights spent twenty stories off the ground, when his heart crashed against his ribs, could prepare him for the plunge."

A Midsummer Night’s Fib by @nachtgraves

Prompt: shakespeare | mythology | fake dating/fake exes

Neil doesn’t know why he did it but Nicky wasn’t going to quit and Allison had her phone out with that plotting gleam in her eyes and Dan and Matt were looking at him in certain ways and he just blurt it out: “I’m going with Andrew.”

A Twin By Any Other Name by @dkafterdark

Prompt: shakespeare

Fake Exes by @minyxrd-03

Prompt: fake exes

“So apparently we broke up.” It’s the first thing Neil - or Andrew, for that matter - had said in quite a while and it was more than enough to catch Andrew’s attention.

Aceso by @minyard-03

sea creature/ocean child by @lolainslackss

Prompt: mythology

When Aaron is lost to the sea, Andrew captures a selkie and enlists him to help bring his brother back.

From Whence We Came by @ GaiusTheGenius

Prompt: mythology

“You hate the beach.” Andrew said by way of a greeting, curling his fingers into the cool sand and narrowing his eyes at the back of Neil’s head. “The beach reminds me of my mother.” Neil replied.

I hate the way I don't hate you by @gluupor

"Great!" said Katelyn happily. "It's settled. We’ll bribe Neil to date Andrew so that I can date Aaron."

A 10 Things I Hate About You AU. Prompt: fake dating

Chemistry Experiments by @fuzzballsheltiepants

The high school/Prom/Fake Dating AU I always secretly wanted to write, with the added bonus of less tragic backstories!  One instance of homophobic language that is dealt with promptly.

welcome to the club by @exyjunkies

Prompt: fake dating

Shaking off Kevin’s arm, Andrew grunted, “One college party.” Kevin fist-pumped. “That’s it.”

Sinful Nature by @lady-gryffindor

Prompt: fake exes

Neil slips up in a conversation with Allison, who won’t rest until he tells her who he went on a date with; the problem is, he hasn’t gone out with anyone. He picks a name, hoping Allison won’t know the guy, but Neil’s life has never been that easy on him.

ART

fanart by @s-c-larkless

fanart by @still-waiting-for-godot

fanart by @staary-eyes

fanart by @broship-addict

MISCALENOUS

this discussion by @exybxtch

Prompt: mythology

headcanon by @arxhaangel

Prompt: shakespeare

Day 2: dmv | carnival | cityscape

FANFIC

Memories by @exactly13percent

Prompt: DMV, Carnival, Cityscape There are a lot of memories for him to replace. The good thing is, Neil has a very good person to help replace them. 

Fair Games by @fuzzballsheltiepants

Ridiculous, tooth-rotting fluff in which Andrew and Neil go to a carnival.  May cause diabetes.

ask by @dkafterdark

Prompt: carnival

It's called a hustle, Sweetheart by @gluupor

"We need to find out who owns this license plate, but I don't have access to the police database yet," said Kevin. "Relax," said Neil. "I know a guy at the DMV."

Cityscape by @nxckyhemmicks

ART

fanart by @artlienn

fanart by @rainbowd00dles

fanart by @staary-eyes

fanart by @s-c-larkless

PHOTOSET

edit by @minyard-03

edit by @hemminicky

photoset by @reneeewalker​

MISCALENOUS

headcanon by @arxhaangel

Prompt: carnival

poem by @dreamscapeloser​

Prompt: cityscape

Day 3: rain | bare skin | broken glass

FANFIC

Shower Thoughts by @dkafterdark

Prompt: rain

A truth universally acknowledged by @gluupor

“Palmetto Court has been let at last!” said Mr. Hemmick in raptures. “Mrs. Wymack reports that a single man of good fortune has taken Palmetto for a twelvemonth at least! What marvellous news for my dear cousins!”

Prompt: rain

Bye Week by @fuzzballsheltiepants

More AFTG fluff.  Post-canon.  Neil goes to visit Andrew in Boston during their bye week, and ends up in Maine instead.

Prompt: rain, bare skin

Rain by @minyxrd-03

Rain and Bare Skin by @nxckyhemmicks

Running to You by @cosyblack

In Columbia, Neil has a nightmare and decides to go run in the middle of the night so Andrew waits for him to come back.

Caught in a Web by @c-dragon-pirates

Neil Josten is Spider-man. He's had his powers for eight years and has protected New York for five. It's a lonely life but Neil tells himself that the work he does makes up for it. Then he meets Deadpool, and though the merc insists he doesn't care for the company of Spider-man, suddenly Neil doesn't feel quite so alone.

Summer Love by @andrewminyardamiright

Matt invites the team to his home in New York to celebrate the Fourth of July. When everyone else is asleep the first night, Andrew and Neil take advantage of the privacy Matt's pool offers and sexy pool shenanigans ensue

For Andreil Week 2018 day 3 Prompt- bare skin and rain (except I'm using a pool instead)

Inside by @exactly13percent

Andreil Week 2018 | Day 2: Rain, Bare Skin, Broken Glass While Neil waits for the end, he never stops. Until one day it rains, and he finds himself giving in to the way Andrew feels in bed next to him and the comfort of his warmth. 

Staying by @nachtgraves

One stormy summer night in Columbia, Andrew finds Neil sitting in the rain.

Marching On by @talysfics

Neil has never seen Andrew naked, and he didn't think he minded.

Prompt: bare skin

ART

fanart by @broship-addict

fanart by @artlienn

fanart by @novakstiel

fanart by @staary-eyes

fanart by @ariessential

fanart by @aminiyard

fanart by @requiemofkings

Day 4: mental health | vine/meme | felony

FANFIC

ask by @dkafterdark​

Prompt: mental health

It's a cruel world, Mr. J by @gluupor

“And you? You think I’m a monster?” asked Andrew. “Maybe,” said Neil. “But I don’t think that monsters are born. They’re made.”

A Joker/Harley AU written for the Andreil Week prompt: mental health

Fine by @exactly13percent

Day 4: mental health, vine/meme, felony Neil thought it would end neatly with Riko's death and Ichirou's deal. His mistake. The Foxes take a vacation and Neil does several stupid things. But hey, it's not like he was alone. And at least he has an entire cabin just for him—and Andrew, of course.

Mental Health  by @nxckyhemmicks

ART

fanart by @artlienn​

fanart by @aminiyard​

fanart by @staary-eyes​

VIDEO

andreil vine compilation by @lady-gryffindor

aftg characters as memes/vines by @sheiibabe

MISCALENOUS

meme by @spokenfromtheheartandsoul

headcanon by @arxhaangel​

Prompt: mental health

poem by @dreamscapeloser

Day 5: colors | soulmate | stadium lights

FANFIC

Marked by @dkafterdark

Andreil Week, Day 5: Soulmate

[Based on this soulmate idea that you’re born with a soulmate mark and when your soulmate touches you the mark turns colors *fancy* I changed it a bit so that only handprints count. Andrew first touches Neil early on in canon but I can’t find when Neil first touches Andrew so for this AU I’m going to say it’s when he takes Andrew’s hand and pulls it under his shirt in The Raven King]

TW: mentions of Drake/Thanksgiving, torture at Evermore, general references to past abuse

An overdeveloped sense of vengeance by @gluupor

“No one could be following us yet?” Kevin asked suddenly. “No one,” Riko said impatiently. “That would be absolutely inconceivable.” There was a pause. “Out of curiosity, why are you bothering me with such a stupid question?” “Oh, no reason,” answered Kevin. “It’s just that I looked back and someone is there.”

A Princess Bride AU written for the Andreil Week prompt: soulmate

how the light gets in  by @exyjunkies

day 5: stadium lights

In which Neil thinks it’s a good idea to come back. Andrew agrees – after all, it’s not as if he’d be going back alone.

Paint Me The Color of You by @exactly13percent

Day 5: Colors, Soulmate, Stadium lights Sound is supposed to be the language of love. Neil has never heard his soulmate. Never. Except he sees blue all the time, and then he meets Andrew and the entire world turns to color.

ART

fanart by @staary-eyes​

fanart by @cats-are-assholes​

PHOTOSET

edit by @nneiljostenn

photoset by @reneeewalker

Day 6: fistfight | distance | video games

FANFIC

ask by @dkafterdark

Yours by @exactly13percent

Day 6: Fistfight, Distance, Video Games Neil manages to keep a low profile for most of the time that Andrew is gone. But some things require action. Some things like a freshman Fox. And someone told Andrew.

Andrew versus the truth by @gluupor

Andrew gets an unexpected message on his birthday from his estranged twin brother and then very strange things start happening.

A spy AU written for the Andreil Week prompt: video games

Is It A Video? by @lady-gryffindor

Neil and Andrew over summer vacation in high school, playing video games together and falling in love like the teenagers they could’ve been.

For Day 6 of #AndreilWeek2018 for the prompts “distance” and “video game

ART

fanart by @rainbowd00dles

fanart by @staary-eyes

fanart by @feli-artblog

fanart by @aminiyard

fanart by @ariessential​

PHOTOSET

edit by @reneeewalker

Day 7: champion | practice | fear

FANFIC

An Unpleasant Surprise  by @dkafterdark

Written for Andreil Week, Day 7: Fear. This is set in a high school au I started where Neil is attending school in Columbia and he meets Andrew at a car wash fundraiser. This story is set about four months after their first meeting. There’s a whole lotta fluff and a small, but intense amount of fear.

TW: Neil being triggered and experiencing a panic attack

Champion by @exactly13percent

Day 7: Champion, Practice, Fear Being a gymnast is not something that typically requires running. It's also not for people that are afraid of heights. Neil and Andrew really fucked themselves over. Maybe there's one good thing that can come out of it, though. Maybe meeting each other is enough.

Fast boys and hot cars by @gluupor

Minyard had gotten out of his car and was stalking towards Neil like a predator - a panther, maybe, or some other big cat. “Double or nothing,” he said, sounding unaffected and bored by the proceedings despite the fact that he’d just lost a race for the first time in years.

A Fast and the Furious AU written for the Andreil Week prompt: champion

ART

fanart by @ariessential​

PHOTOSET

edit by @reneeewalker

Day 8: free choice

FANFIC

Solvable by @dkafterdark​

Crystal Clear by @exactly13percent

Day 8: Free Choice Your crystal is your heart and soul, manifested. You must keep it safe. Neil and Andrew don't have typical crystals. For one, they aren't whole. They're little pieces, broken by years of wrong. But Kevin's magic shop brings them together, and they figure maybe broken doesn't mean destroyed.

Only You by @cosyblack

In their second year a deal is made. Andrew wants to explore his boundaries and there’s really just one person he trusts around himself.

Set in a universe where everything is the same except that Andrew never kissed Neil on the rooftop that night. Instead, they just got closer and more comfortable around each other.

Too gay to function by @gluupor

After school, Neil started to make the trek back to his uncle’s house when a shiny, black beast of a car screeched to a halt in front of him. The driver’s side window rolled down. “Get in, loser,” said Andrew. “We’re going shopping.”

A Mean Girls AU written for the Andreil Week prompt: free choice

it hurts the worst before it heals  by @19tfc

It's been a while before the blood became an ugly scab that Neil can't help scratching at but sometimes his chest feels just a bit lighter.

piped dream by @lvl777 / @03hp

a pta dad au (ft protective dads and a lot of baked goods) for andreil week day 8 (free choice)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, implied / referenced child abuse, ableism

ART

fanart by @audrey-ph

fanart by @artlienn

fanart by @aminiyard​

fanart by @audrey-ph

PLAYLIST

playlist by @reneeewalker​

concept playlists by @arxhaangel

If something you created is not on this list, please contact us!

- Angel @arxhaangel, Nea @minyard-03, Sheila @lady-gryffindor -

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"Emma, de repente, conseguiu entender por que as pessoas comparavam paixão a fogo: parecia que eles estavam acesos em uma fogueira e ardiam como as colinas secas de Malibu; prestes a se tornar cinzas que se misturariam para sempre."

- Lady Midnight