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Fill for this prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/7005.html?thread=2438493#cmt2438493

I'll definitely clean this up and post it on AO3 once I finish the other 4 parts, but I wanted to at least post this!! OP, if you see this, I hope you like it so far!

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Pompeii, Italy, 79 CE:

Dark clouds swirled to envelope the whole sky as the ground underneath her shook again. Andromache looked around in despair, seeing people running without direction. She had convinced so many of them to flee the city—the young man and woman with their three crying children, the woman and her blind father, the hunter with his two dogs, the three wealthy women with their dresses torn, the two middle aged men both limping and leaning on each other—but there were still so many who remained. There were too many people, and Andromache, frustrated, wanted to scream at them and make them all understand why they had to leave.

A three-story apartment nearby collapsed into a heap of rubble with the next tremor of the ground, and Andromache didn’t move in time to avoid being struck by one of the heavy stone bricks...

The brick killed her, and when she revived again, the first thing she saw was the worried face of a young man. He jerked back in surprise as she gasped back to life, and Andromache was glad she was too covered in blood and dust for him to see her injuries heal.

“She’s alive!” the man called over his shoulder, and a second man, a little older and wearing the simple tunic of a slave, came to his side. Both were weary and covered in dust. “Lay back down, just rest a moment,” the first man told her, and Andromache pushed his hand away.

“I have to help them,” she ground out, trying to get up.

“Demetrius, help me!” he said to his companion, and the slave put a hand on her shoulder to keep her still; then to her, “You need to lie down, you’ve been hurt.” There was a pause, and Andromache stayed still to appease them.

Frustrated, she gestured to the people all around them. “If they stay here, they’ll all die.”

“Yes, we know. Quintus and I—we are the only ones of our household left alive,” the slave, Demetrius, said. “It is our plan to escape the city now.”

“It is true,” the other man, Quintus, agreed. Alarmingly close, another building collapsed, leaving a billowing cloud of dust that settled over them. “We should go, now!” Quintus shouted, coughing. “Come with us. Can you walk?”

She had to remind herself that he believed she was still injured. She cursed inwardly, nodded. “I think so.”

Between the two of them, Quintus and Demetrius pulled Andromache to her feet, and Demetrius kept a hand on her arm to steady her. People around them continued to run in the chaos, and the ground under them shook violently again and again. Andromache cursed aloud this time, vehemently but very quietly; she almost couldn’t see where they were going through the dust and the clouds covering the sun, having to trust the pressure of Demetrius’ hand on her arm to direct her. They stumbled a few times, and it seemed to take a long time for them to get out of the city, but eventually they made it to the outskirts, and then to a mountain nearby and away from the majority of the dust and chaos.

“Thank you both, for helping me,” Andromache said as the three of them sat in the grass to rest. “I do regret that we couldn’t help more people, but I am eternally grateful that you helped me.”

“Some of them could not have been persuaded to leave, you know. It was their home, and many of them would have been too stubborn.” Quintus spoke sadly, as if he knew many people with that same mindset.

It had been a long time since Andromache had considered anywhere to be her true home, but she knew Quintus was right. A home, a place that you loved and lived for years and where you had friends and family—that would surely be difficult to leave. The thought of leaving Quynh and Lykon, the people closest to her and who she considered family, and never seeing them again was enough to make her heart hurt, and she thought it must be the same thing.

“I can understand that, I think,” she murmured.

Somehow, it gave Andromache a small amount of peace to know she could never have brought all of Pompeii away from the danger. She had brought some of them out of the city, at least.

She looked from Quintus to Demetrius, who was sitting a few feet away, and back again. “Where will you go now?”

Demetrius moved closer, and Quintus glanced at him, speaking slowly. “I have family in Britain. I think that would be the best place to go.” Demetrius nodded, looking thoughtful.

“I have a few friends there as well. When you get to shore, find The Black Hound inn and tell the owner that Andromache sent you.” Andromache smiled at the two men before standing to continue their journey.

This is amazing! A great start - makes you wonder what are Andy's previous experiences with volcanos. I love that she had to pretend to be injured.
I love your OCs, I'm glad they got out I really hope they make it to Britain)

> It had been a long time since Andromache had considered anywhere to be her true home, but she knew Quintus was right. A home, a place that you loved and lived for years and where you had friends and family—that would surely be difficult to leave. The thought of leaving Quynh and Lykon, the people closest to her and who she considered family, and never seeing them again was enough to make her heart hurt, and she thought it must be the same thing.

Oww, my heart. This was beutiful.

> Somehow, it gave Andromache a small amount of peace to know she could never have brought all of Pompeii away from the danger. She had brought some of them out of the city, at least.

I honestly can't pick a favorite between this sentence and the previous one. It's so nice to see her more accepting of her limits.

Great work! Can't wait to see the other parts! Thank you so much for filling it!

Yay thank you so much! Glad you liked it! I feel like as old as Andy is, she's definitely seen at least one volcano like Pompeii.

Oh yes they definitely make it to Britain I think — I love them quite a bit too :')

Ahhh I loved writing those quotes! It kinda hurt to write about how sad she'd be to lose Quynh and Lykon tho omg :'(

Hopefully the other parts will be out soon!!! And you're very welcome!

The soldiers—a large group of them, from both sides of the conflict—had seen Quynh’s arm grow back after it was cut off, and Lykon come back to life after a fatal wound to his stomach. They had run away in horror, shouting to each other, likely to tell their friends and their officers, and Quynh sighed knowing that she, Andromache, and Lykon would need to flee.

Read the rest on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28694625/chapters/71103249#workskin

Nicolò stretched out on the elegant couch, throwing off the sheet he’d had wrapped around his body and letting it drape low on his hips. Giuseppe’s breath caught at the sight, then he laughed softly and lowly. Nicolò glanced over his shoulder, grinning, and Giuseppe couldn’t help but grin back and give him a little wink, just to see Nicolò laugh and bury his face in his arms.

“This should not take long,” Giuseppe said as he began to mix up the paint ingredients on his palate. “I think I’ve finally figured out the right recipe to use for the paint...”

Read chapter 3 on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28694625/chapters/78925411

I forgot to post this earlier, but we have a chapter for Lykon now!! Also I'm doing a chapter for each character now, not just 5! I might try to reorder the chapters at some point so they're in chronological order again...

The Macedonian army had been besieging the city for over a month by now, and Lykon slipped past one of the bronze-armored guards at the city wall with a few loaves of bread hidden in a sack under his cloak. He had convinced both Andromache and Quinctilia (which they often conveniently shortened to Quin) to help the Athenian citizens as much as possible during this siege, and bringing food to them seemed to be the best way to boost their morale and help them.

He slipped through the hidden tunnel under the wall, and Andromache and Quinctilia met him on the other side.

“We’re going to need to find a new place to sneak in,” Andromache murmured to Lykon and Quin. “I think one of those guards saw you.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28694625/chapters/80613073

Edited 2021-07-13 05:59 (UTC)

A chilly sea breeze blew through Nicholas’ hair, and he sighed and leaned close to Joseph, wrapping his arms around him. Joseph smiled, and Nicholas let him wrap his coat around both of them.

For the past few weeks, Nicholas, Joseph, Andrea, and Sébastien had been on the Scottish isle of Skye helping people who had been affected by a recent flood that had devastated the area. It had been raining and the wind had blown into a tempest for many weeks, and they’d missed the last boat that was supposed to take them to mainland Europe; until the weather calmed down completely, no other ships were planned to come through Skye’s harbors, and it would likely be several more days until that happened.

Read the rest on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28694625/chapters/84977971#main

Also, changed the chapter order!

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