andreil going on roadtrips is literally??? just the?? warmest thing ever????? they werent able to do it before, for spring break, because of all the bad stuff that happened…but just imagine like sometime in the summer. for 2 weeks or so they get to be together, alone, free of worry leaving it all behind ((including kevin much to his distaste bc he didnt want to have the court so far from him but hes able to stick with his dad so its ok. also andrew pulled out the knives))
having just the road beyond them!!! they travel for hours with no real destination in mind, only the feeling of being able to be with each other like this
with their fingers loosely laced together in the middle of the console and the windows down with the wind blowing through their hair. sometimes neil will stick his head out to really breathe in and feel his blood rushing because freedom is right here in front of him in the palms of his hands and it feels so good
andrew glances at him before turning back to the road again and his heart is clenching and burning with this entirely new feeling because neil still feels like a fucking pipe dream even though he is right there with him. and he always will be.
after a while they’d stop at a rest area, or maybe just the shoulder of an empty road. andrew would step out and go to neil’s side and lean against the hood of the car while lighting 2 cigs
they both breathe in the smoke while they lean back to stare at the starry sky which is extremely clear without light pollution, except its only neil doing so, because andrew is staring at him from the corner of his eye instead
the awe on neil’s face makes the realization hit him that he’d burn down the world if that meant nothing would ever be able to take this away from him again ((am i speaking about neil’s happiness, or neil with andrew? ;)))
this muddles his thoughts and almost melts his fucking brain, so much that he has to ask “yes or no?” and pulling neil in by the collar of his shirt when he whispers out a “yes. always yes.” and biting his bottom lip for the last of it in retaliation which makes neil smile against his mouth
they spend nights in shitty motels with junk food and candy surrounding them on their bed, courtesy of andrew
theyre wrapped in blankets like a cocoon and sharing kisses and nuzzles to necks and soft touches like hands running through hair, warm hands on the back of necks and sometimes barely-there fingertips grazing up and down arms when andrew is comfortable with it
neil will send a pic of them on the balcony with the sunrise behind them to the foxes’ groupchat and everyone dies from it. andrew is glaring at neil and flicks the ash of his cig towards him and neil just smiles
neil would want to go on runs in the morning, to stick to routine, to sometimes push away nightmares he had the night before, but in the end he will always come back to andrew because he knows he no longer has to be actually on the run. and andrew will be waiting for him
and he is, with takeout breakast and a 2nd cig in between his fingers for him, and the steadying presence with the feeling of home
they dont exactly have plans for their days, just whatever comes to mind and whats easy, either lazing about watching boring movies with andrew’s legs thrown across neil’s lap or andrew slowly taking neil apart bit by bit with hot hands and harsh kisses. it all works for them
((once neil asked if he’d wanna go running with him sometime and maybe check out whats around and what to do and andrew just stares blankly at him like ‘are you kidding me’ and neil has the audacity to laugh))
and even after many years that pass they’ll still take these roadtrips, a lot of them on a whim just to get away from everything and to wrap up into each other and feel how they still fit together like 2 pieces of a puzzle even after all this time
Today’s edition of fics I won’t be writing is brought to you by Dan Stevens as the Beast in Beauty and the Beast because naturally, that makes me want a Beauty and the Beast/Downton Abbey AU (inspired in part by Matthew Crawley’s story on Downton Abbey).
The Beast would be a spoiled young man who is heir to a vast, old estate just before World War I. In addition to being spoiled, he’s boorish and has no respect for the servants or the townfolk.
But even the heir to the Duke of Gascony can avoid the call to arms when war erupts, not if he wishes to keep his family’s good name intact. So he goes to war, where he continues his spoiled, ill-tempered ways.
And maybe it’s karma, maybe it’s a curse, but a shell explodes in his trench and leaves him grievously wounded. Not only is his face hideously scarred, but his back is broken, and the doctor tells him that not only will he never walk again, but he’ll never sire children.
Understandably, when the Beast returns to his home, he is not the same monster he was before; if anything, he’s worse. Less purposefully cruel, maybe, but a withdrawn shell of himself. And when his father tells him on his deathbed that his dying wish is for his son to somehow find someone to make him happy, the Beast goes into a deep depression, knowing that he has nothing now to offer nor any way to secure a proper arrangement. He fires most of the staff and isolates the few who remain from the nearby village.
When Belle arrives in the village, she is an odd girl, but not because she likes to read (though she does) or because she invents the precursor to a washing machine, but because she is nobility as well – a second daughter of a minor baron, to be sure, but nobility nonetheless, and one who has rejected the trappings of nobility, who skips her season and presentation at court and has zero intention of being pulled back into the world of the nobility, rejecting every suitor who pursues her.
But when the Duke of Gascony issues a formal invitation for her to join him for tea, not even she can refuse.
So she goes, only to find that it was not the duke who invited her, but his valet, and the duke is less than pleased to see her. He’s rude and curt and Belle is unafraid to tell him so. So the Beast orders her out. Not just out of his home, but out of the village. And Belle, who unflinchingly meets his gaze despite his now scarred face, tells him, “No.”
And the Beast is furious, and punishes her the only way he can: he invites her to stay at his estate during her time in the village, which leaves Belle held captive by propriety, as refusing the duke’s offer would be a grave offense, one not even she is willing to commit, if only for the sake of her family.
Thus she stays, and thus the story goes: Beast falls in love with Beauty, and Beauty with Beast, and there are servant shenanigans both downstairs and up, set against the changing landscape of the 1920s, and the Beast tries to send her away when he realizes his feelings, because she deserves to be with someone whole and healthy and everything she deserves.
But again, she refuses.
There’s no curse to break here, no enchantress to set him free from his injuries. But Belle’s love is still transformative, for while his scarred face will always remain, and while children may never be in their future, the Beast, with Belle’s love, is truly a beast no more. He becomes a philanthropist, donating much of his family’s money. He also opens the estate and allows the servants more time to spend in the village and they throw a ball for the whole county and Belle wears a yellow flapper dress because yasss.
And most importantly, they live happily ever after.
Until he dies in a car crash just when they’re finally happy #stillbitter
idk the idea of Downton Abbey Beauty and the Beast just makes me happy.