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here’s my @aftgexchange fic for @foxyroxisworld :) i had so much fun with this piece, and i hope you enjoy it <3
Summary:
Andrew Minyard couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t have flower tattoos adorning his skin. The sloping curves and sharp edges were dark and striking, and he thought that they might be nice to look at if they didn’t make his stomach drop. His foster families always averted their eyes at the sight, pity etched into their faces. Every time a new tattoo crept across his body, Andrew wanted to tear it off. He didn’t want them to appear in the first place.
He hated knowing that somewhere, he had a soulmate that was being hurt, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He hated that his skin was permanently stained with ink that he had never asked for. He hated flowers.
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andreil soulmate au with scars and flower tattoos