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Pfft that old lovers au is hilarious. I love time travel for andreil bc they seriously deserve to get more time with each other and to have the automatic leg up against the mafia that future knowledge is. And imagine everyone watching old-married-couple!andreil is a delight. Like this isn’t a normal on-and-off again, these two are so clearly meant for each other it’s disturbing. Do the Foxes try to “help”? Nicky definitely does, he’s thrilled at how much happier Andrew clearly is with Neil around. I bet Aaron sees the same thing but lands on the other side of “This guy is why Andrew was the way he was after juvie and now he’s back” Like clearly Josten broke his brother’s heart! And now he’s fucking around with Andrew again! This is serious, Nicky! Aaron’s just as protective of Andrew as Andrew is of him, he’s just shown it very rarely. It’s odd to see Aaron respond to Neil the way Andrew responds to Katelyn but the Foxes mostly go “oh now we see the twin thing”
Honestly them passing away so old and waking back up in their teens? I could see a moment where they're alone up on the roof and Andrew's been irritable due to a combination of coming off his meds and he hasn't been able to sleep properly because of the whole 'WHERE'S NEIL' subconscious panic when he tries to sleep alone. (they really didn't DO time apart. It's been over 20 years since the last time Neil and Andrew weren't sleeping in the same bed / right next to one another while the other slept (time in hospital due to health, injury, etc.) Maybe Andrew said something about being tired of Neil when they were doing their whole bit. Andre regrets it because Neil looked actually hurt.
Neil comes up and is quiet and sits a good 2 feet further away from Andrew than what Andrew wants. Which is to say he sits 2 feet away. Neil won't look at him, "Y'know...we were together for 70 years...if...if you want you could-"
Andrew doesn't even let him finish putting such an awful thought. "No." And that's all Andrew says because it's all he needs to say. Neil scoots closer by three feet and Andrew wraps his arms around him as Neil sits in his lap.
"Ok, good, I was going to call you a cradle robber." Neil jokes and Andrew flicks his ear.
The Foxes ABSOLUTELY try to help. Aaron is under the impression that Neil broke his brother's heart and is spitting mad about it until one of their 'fights' makes him realize that maybe his brother left Neil behind?
"You left first!" Neil argues and Andrew blinks, "I woke up and you were...you were gone. I followed you as soon as I could but you left first." Neil says voice shaking.
Andrew is by Neil's side in an instant, "We were supposed to go together." He says.
"I know, I know you didn't mean to but...I felt awful in that moment. You were gone." Neil says.
They all think it's about Juvie and that Andrew left without telling Neil but really Andrew just passed away a few hours before Neil did and Neil woke up just long enough to realize Andrew had passed. It was only a few hours but Neil lived in a world with no Andrew Minyard and it was terrible.
Andrew apologizes and maybe that's when the two of them just continue to pay lip service to their dispute but everything they do is very much 'old married couple' They went ANTIQUING for fucks sake. (They take Kevin as an enrichment opportunity because he loves talking about the history and Andrew and Neil are dying at how the Columbia house is decorated because it is VERY 3 college boys own this place)
Andrew absolutely revises his deal with Aaron and Aaron is just like "OMG he was just fucking heart broken and that's why he was making my life miserable. >:( WHY'D YOU LEAVE HIM MR. I DON'T DO REGRETS. CHRIST."
Nicky keeps trying to find a way to 'assist' in the beautiful baby gay romance but like...it's Andreil who have been together for like 70 years? They're so good at being together to the point that Nicky is calling up Erik like "Why don't WE have a breakfast in bed rotation?! Neil and Andrew bring one another breakfast in bed every weekend!" and Erik is just like "My love, you are in the US and I am in Germany." Nicky utterly serious, "How are we less cute and gay than my REPRESSED cousin? I'm about to SPIRAL."
If I can push my Neil and Aaron friendship agenda (and I will) but once they get past the whole "You broke my brother's heart and that resulted in him being a dick to ME." thing?
They have actually a great friendship.
Neil is the only one who both gets why Aaron loved his mom even though she was abusive but can also talk to him about that abuse in a way that has Aaron actually processing it properly. (Born from Aaron and Neil's long road to friendship in the original timeline and Neil's own eventual understanding of what his own mom had done to him.)
Also I mentioned this with @the-inner-musings-of-a-worm but Andrew did move away from knives in his latter years but Neil bought him a sword cane for his birthday and he fucking LOVED it and now he's like back in a knife ready body but like Sword Cane.....mmmm..
#Old Flames AU#AFTG#Andreil#AFTG AU#Hurt myself a bit on some of this#I am a Neil & Aaron bromance stan until I fucking DIE#Exy-Shmexy told me the term Neon#Which I love#Also our chat about the Neon bromance makes me super happy
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i just imagine Andrew, sat on Neil's lap while holding his hand right after kissing him in the bathroom, watching Nicky and Erik on the altar getting married and whispering "that's gay"
#aftg#all for the game#andrew minyard#neil josten#the foxhole court#the kings men#the raven king#aftg headcanon#the foxes#aftg incorrect quotes#tfc#trk#tkm#andreil#nicky hemmick
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Allison Reynolds pov fic rec list no one asked for but I’m gonna make cuz I love my girl and think she deserves more appreciation
Canon and post-canon:
the witched hours of want by quensty/ @quensty
Honestly, this isn’t even in the top five worst things Allison has ever done, but maybe it’s in the top ten.
The fic responsible for converting me to Renison
count me down, the future’s here by stranglerfig
Somehow, and against all odds, everything goes right for Allison fucking Reynolds.
The fic that’s basically single-handedly responsible for revolutionizing my view of Allison as a character
i don't own emotion (i rent) by nebulousviolet
"but what if there is no knight?" the little girl asks. allison squats down, sees herself in the chubby curves of this child's face, in her wide dark eyes and curious expression.
"that's easy sweetie," she answers. "you save yourself."
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allison reynolds has never done things the easy way.
Amazing Allison character study
Give Them Hell by mostly_maudlin/ @mostlymaudlin
“Hmm,” Allison says, cocking her head as Andrew looks out the window again. Neil watches Andrew for another moment before Nicky calls his name, rounding them all up to head for Starbucks. Allison looks over her shoulder as she follows and notices that Andrew is watching Neil walk away. He’s got the same indifferent expression on his face as always, but it’s enough that he is looking to spike Allison’s interest. It’s a shiny new thought, a curiosity, a colorful circus performance of an idea — it’s just what she needs to cut through the fog that’s been rolling through her mind all morning.
Andrew’s eyes flick over to hers, still unbothered, but Allison can’t help but feel like she’s got one over him this time. She smiles wide at him, and he immediately turns away.
Allison falls in step with Matt at the back of the group, throwing an elbow into his waist. He looks down at her in interest, a reliable partner in gossip-crime. She smirks at him.
“How about a new bet?”
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A look in Allison's head through some of the events of The King's Men.
A deeper look into Allison’s motivations behind some of her actions in canon
sore-ring to cope by flybbfly/ @wilsherejack
Far-future fic. Nicky and Erik are finally getting married, which means the Foxes are about to have a mini-reunion in Germany. That'd be great, except that Allison hasn't talked to Renee in nearly a year.
Fabulous post-canon Renison angst
Au:
in spite of ourselves, we persist by stranglerfig
Six instances occurring over two years of sitting in Betsy Dobson's waiting room together.
A look at a potential friendship (?) between Allison and Andrew
counting my blessings by quensty
The last letter is from Wymack.
Allison, it says. Forest Falls, California, has been having problems with a robber. Dan and Matt are too far, and Neil and Andrew are already working a job in Nevada. Get on it. -DW
“Motherfucker,” Allison says.
Renison as cowgirl lesbians and it’s the greatest thing ever
#no thoughts#head empty#only Allison#and lots of Renison cuz I love them#sorry not sorry#aftg#fic rec#fic rec list
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Dicked Down & Handmade
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/khXpPtv
by mitigates
“It’s called Our Love is Our Art.” Eric explained as he handed Andrew the pamphlet he was holding. Nicky was still waving his arms, gleefully waiting for their excitement to match his own.
“Do we draw on it?” Neil was already scrolling through his phone but he would at least give Nicky a third of his attention because it was a wedding gift.
“Yeah,” Nicky clapped his hands together. “With your dick!”
Words: 4786, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Aaron Minyard, Katelyn (All For The Game), Kevin Day, Jeremy Knox, Jean Moreau
Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Katelyn/Aaron Minyard, Kevin Day/Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau, Implied Abby/David Wymack, Nicky Hemmick/Erik Klose
Additional Tags: Implied Sexual Content, This is Mickey's Fault, Domestic Fluff, married Andreil, Neil Gets Paint In His Ass, I don't know what to tag this, Can you just read it
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/khXpPtv
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Anything For You
This is my gift for @cake-lovin-ace I hope you enjoy this!!!! Their prompt was fantasy au with hurt/comfort.
Pairing: Andrew/Neil
Summary: Magic has been seen as a threat to the world so all magic-users are being hunted down and being 'taken care of'. For Neil and the foxes that has always been the case, losing members since the beginning. Once Neil's family has been caught, he will do anything and stop at nothing until they are safely returned to him.
Word Count: 1k+
Here on ao3
Neil could say he was used to this life, being on the run. But never like this, never without Andrew by his side. It wasn’t supposed to end up this way.
The two of them were meeting up with the others for a small gathering. It had been a few years since they’ve all met up, trying to be discreet in the world now. The anti-magic militia made it nearly impossible for anyone with magic to be out in the open.
There were officers posted every block of every city in every country. Because there were limited officers on hand, there was new tech installed that could read the biometrics in a fifteen mile radius. If any magic user happened to be in that radius they would immediately be retained by a secured net that would lock on them.
The numbers of magic users were dwindling day by day. Being taken and never seen again. The only exception of this case happened to be Neil Josten, well… Josten-Minyard now. But that had been years back when things weren’t as restricted, where there was actually a chance of survival.
Neil happened to run into the foxes purely by accident, but he was glad he did. They had become his family and he would do anything for them. After he and Andrew had gotten married the foxes had to separate to not get caught. Which is why Neil had not been used to not having Andrew by his side.
The foxes met up for a dinner reservation, it was all going great. Dan and Matt had finally gotten hitched, Renee and Allison had managed to build a club of sorts with a new protective barrier they'd perfected which had been in the makings for four years now. Nicky and Erik had been traveling, visiting all nature sites that Nicky said had absolutely killed him. Aaron and Katelyn were expecting, everyone was excited for them even Andrew who managed a small “Good luck with the little tyrant.”
Then in a flash they had been ambushed, everything happened so fast. Guards were everywhere, smoke was in the air making it difficult to breathe. Neil saw most of the foxes managed to escape but he couldn’t see Andrew. He looked around as quickly and as efficiently as possible but there was no sight of him.
Neil took off in one the directions he saw Matt and Dan left through, hoping to catch up to them. It took him all of thirty minutes before he managed to find them.
“Neil, fuck you scared me! Thank goodness you’re alright,” Matt relieved with a sigh. Dan gave him a tight hug, holding him as close to him as she could before releasing him.
“Did you guys see Andrew on your way out? I couldn’t find him and I don’t know if he’s okay or hurt,” Neil tried and failed at keeping his voice steady.
Matt shook his head, “No, it was all too chaotic to make anything out. I’m sure he’s probably with the others, knowing him he’s most likely fighting the others to come and find you.”
Neil nodded his head agreeing with him, counting to ten in his head to calm down. He was no use to Andrew if he couldn’t keep his cool, he needed to relax and come up with a plan. Once he got his breathing under control he looked in the directions of the woods, “Okay, I’m good. We need to get to shelter or at least out of the open before we figure out our plan of attack.”
Once the three of them found a shack about an hour into the woods the television in the small living room turned on displaying an emergency report. The others didn’t think much of it until Andrew, and Allison came on screen shackled to a pole on a podium. “Babe turn it up I can’t hear what they’re saying.” Matt reached for the old box and quickly turned up the volume.
“... have been taken into the Anti-Magic Militia custody. So, if you are watching this Nathaniel Wesninski, you have fourteen hours to turn yourself in and we’ll let these disgraces go. That is all.”
Neil’s blood turned to ice, he couldn’t move. Every inch of his body was frozen in place, he didn’t hear what Dan was saying until he felt her shaking his shoulders.
“Neil, hey, hey! I need you to calm down, can you take some deep breaths for me?” He nodded his head and followed her lead, taking in deep breaths in time with her. It took him a bit but he finally came to it.
“We will get them back, we will. I promise you both they’ll be back safely to us. For now, I need the both of you to find the others and wait for us to return. I don’t care what it takes,” Neil gave both of them a brief hug before walking out of the shack.
It had been some time since Neil used his wild magic, he made himself a promise he wouldn’t use it, that he wouldn’t be that person again. But it seems like there was no other choice.
He held out his hand and summoned a small purple flame filled with chaos and destruction. It felt warm and welcoming, as if it was happy to see him again.
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The whole building seemed to be collapsing around him. Neil had just found Allison and released her, giving her an internal map to find the others. She had a worried look in her eyes when she saw his face, void of emotion and destruction and pure hatred in his eyes. He wasn’t looking at her, more like he was looking miles through her.
“Neil, you know this is a trap don’t you?” Allison grasped his arm, Neil didn’t say anything but gave a simple nod. “Just, don’t die. And don’t let your husband kill you for being so reckless. I’m first in line okay?”
She left once she casted a small protective barrier on him, to hide him from the surveillance and software.
Neil could feel Andrew’s energy before he could hear his groans of pain. He threw a larger flame of purple destruction towards the wall that separated them. Once the wall crumbled down, gunfire was raining down around him. One bullet nicked him on his side, he grunted through the pain and threw balls of flames towards each assailant, taking them out one by one.
“Drew, you still with me?” Neil shouted into the air. He dodged a few attacks, getting in some blows of his own.
“I’m- yeah. Just uh, help me down yeah?” Andrew grunted.
As the last assailant went down Neil rushed over to Andrew and broke his chains letting him down carefully. Andrew was the first to move, grabbing Neil’s chin to face him. They both didn’t say anything for a while, just standing in each other’s presence. Neil was the first one to break the silence.
“I thought I had lost you again. I didn’t want to believe it, I couldn’t. Not you,” Neil gave out a whimper.
“You, more than anyone, should know it’s impossible to get rid of me so easily. Not when I have you to worry about. Especially when I have to see you use wild magic again, you know that stuff kills you idiot.”
“If only the others knew how much of a sap you really are, they wouldn't let you live it down” he chuckled, bringing Andrew in for a kiss. Neil could feel him roll his eyes and pull away. “I would do anything for you, Drew. Even if it means shortening my life a bit. But, we should go, before we actually get trapped in this collapsing building.”
Andrew pulled him closer, “Just shut up and kiss me again you dork.”
#aftg exchange#aftg gift#aftg#tfc#andreil#andrew minyard#neil josten#fantasy au#hurt/comfort#magic au#sorry for my crappy writing#I srsly hope this was to your liking#also im incredibly sorry for posting this very late
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Devy lore dropped
It was another day, dad had went out with his dragon friends for some stuff, so mom, that businessman guy, and Devy were invited over, me and Devy sat in my room together, it was boring as hell, I wasn't allowed to play music or do anything.
"Uh, Nicholas?" Devy asked, using my full name even though Nicky sounded better, "Can I tell you something?"
"Hm?"
"So, Father spoke with me earlier, as it turns out, I do have siblings, many older, one younger. I have 6 older siblings who've been estranged, and one little sister who Father never lets me meet for some reason."
"Brother Aaron eloped with a Witch,"
"Brother Elijah had mutations. He was a monster!"
"Sister Annalise was arrogant, aggressive, and rebellious, and had to be sent away."
"Similarly to Brother Aaron, Sister Meredith ran away with someone Father didn't approve of."
"Brother Erik... he warped himself to hell and became a demon... somehow..."
"And Sister Jodie... we... we don't talk about Sister Jodie..."
"Then there's my little Sister Elly, whom Father has scheduled for me to meet tomorrow"
"So, Devi..."
"It's Devy."
"Yeah, that, so, Something I noticed in the flashbacks, all of your older siblings have those cheek mark things, what's that all about?"
"Those are our Symbols, each one of us has one, I have no clue what they represent, but we gain them when we experience something that massively changes our lives, Father got his when he became a billionaire. He hopes I can get mine upon marrying you."
"By the way, Dev,"
"Devy,"
"Yeah, uh, do you know what happened to your older siblings?"
"Most likely sent away in similar vain to Sister Annalise, I cannot be sure, I do know by sent away I mean they are re-educated until fit to return to the family, I am still to be the heiress, so they are expected to marry into other wealthy families as well.
":O"
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The one with the wedding
Summary: It’s Nicky and Erik’s wedding and things happen, people get ideas…
The food? God Neil wanted to get married a hundred times if that meant he could eat like that.
Wait-
Had he just…
Nah, it was just for the food. Definitely for the food.
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“This wedding couldn’t be any gayer if Elton John performed on a revolving stage with a piano made of unicorns,” Aaron said to no one in particular.
“That was weirdly specific,” Neil said, nudging Aaron’s ribs so he would shut up. They were at the altar watching a smiling Erik wait as his husband to be walked down the aisle. Nicky’s face was a mixture of happiness with nerves and you could see that it was taking all his willpower not to run the rest of the way to Erik’s side. That and Wymack, who had one arm tightly looped around Nicky’s.
Andrew’s expression was as bored as always and it remained that way throughout the ceremony. When it was time for the vows, Nicky promised to love Erik through the good, the bad and the excruciating hikes, which elicited a laugh from the audience and a scowl from Aaron. Neil stepped on his foot, whispering angrily “Stop being an ass.”
After the ceremony, they moved to the garden where the reception would take place. They followed the grooms outside throwing fistfuls of rice at them (wedding ecological rice, as Erik requested). Andrew, who had to be convinced it would be fun, started throwing it with a little unnecessary force that had Nicky hiding his face on his hands for protection.
The reception was beautiful, there were flowers everywhere, but nothing as corny as roses, Neil thought. They were wild, in shades of lavender and white and hung down trellises around the garden. The food? God Neil would get married a hundred times if that meant he could eat like that.
Wait-
Had he just…
Nah, it was just for the food. Definitely for the food.
He was taken out of his thoughts when a voice next to him said “Let’s dance,” all confidence and no room for refusing. Allison.
Neil looked at the woman staring down at him, she was gorgeous on her flowy dress and high heels. He looked around to make sure she was talking to him. “Why?” He finally asked. “Renee’s busy being adored by everyone,” she answered with a dismissive hand gesture.
They danced a few songs and Neil didn’t know how it was possible to step at someone’s heels when they were right in front of you, but he still managed to do that several times. When Allison couldn’t take it anymore, she excused herself, saying she needed some water and new feet. Graceful.
Neil went back to his table. Andrew was there, sipping on a colorful drink and seeing Neil’s lips quirk, the blond raised an eyebrow in warning. They sat in silence for a while and then “Would you ever do that?”
“I don’t think I have it in me to be so tacky,” Andrew said, cocking his head towards the grooms. They were dancing to a song from the 60’s and god, they were bad at it.
“I’m not talking about that,” Neil said, but couldn’t make himself finish the thought.
“And what are you talking about?”
“The wedding… Would you… you know…”
“Neil Abram Josten, are you proposing?”
“NO!” His answer was so desperate, he almost choked on it.
“Okay,” Andrew said slowly, turning back to watch his cousin dance to the Bird song.
The rest of the party was an embarrassing blur. There were speeches (Neil didn’t know he had to write something and ended up talking about how they first met, and how he thought Nicky was an asshole for having forcefully kissed him, and drugged him, but that was all water under the bridge and he loved him now), and tequila shots, and a conga line, and Neil throwing up on Wymack’s shoes. Maybe he should go back to his no drinking policy.
In the cab on the way home, Andrew fell asleep, head on Neil’s shoulder. His breath was soft and steady against Neil’s body. “Neil Josten-Minyard” he muttered under his breath, and started to think maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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They were washing the dishes on a Tuesday night and Neil thought that was as good a time as any.
“Drew?”
“Hm”
“Do you ever wanna get married?”
“This again? Careful not to drop a plate or something this time.”
“Ha ha. I’m serious. I mean… I love you and I do want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Andrew’s response was a noise somewhere between annoyance and disgust.
“Hey, talk to me,” Neil put a hand on Andrew’s waist, making the man turn to face him.
“Isn’t that what we’re doing, Josten?” Andrew leaned on the sink and stared at Neil’s face.
“Yeah, but-“
“But what? Do you need a paper to tell you that? Or a hundred people watching you wearing a stupid tux?”
“N-no? I just want…”
Andrew raised an eyebrow.
“We live together, we wake up to each other’s faces everyday. I even put up with those stupid cats of yours, why would you want to pursue such an heteronormative bullshit?”
“You love those cats and you know- that’s not the point,” said Neil a bit exasperated. “Nicky and Erik looked pretty happy with their heteronormative bullshit.”
“So marry them.”
“Andrew,” Neil rolled his eyes and got closer to his boyfriend, hooking his fingers on the loops of his jeans. “What happens if one of us gets sick? The doctors won’t give you information because you asked him nicely.”
“Good thing I don’t do nice,” Andrew whispered, bringing Neil closer. Their foreheads almost touching.
“I’m serious, you can’t just threaten your way inside a hospital room every time.”
“Watch me.”
Neil’s sigh was audible.
“Ok Josten, that’s the whole reason you wanna get married? Visiting hours?“
“Well, we wouldn’t need to testify against each other in court. That can come in handy too.” Neil said with a wink.
“Thanks for reminding me why I hate you.” Andrew stated, but instead of giving the expected reply, Neil just held Andrew’s face in his hands, lips so close he could feel his breath. “You love me Minyard. The question is, will you marry me, yes or no?”
He could feel more than see Andrew’s smile on his lips. The blond held him by the waist and drew him for a kiss, soft at first and then deep and passionate. When they came up for air, Andrew’s voice was rasp and raw “Yes. Always yes, Abram”.
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There may or may not be an Andreil wedding chapter in the making, so let me know what you thought of this one…
Since you’re here, wanna read the rest of my stuff?
#aftg#Andreil#fluff#wedding#Nicky and Erik get married#andrew minyard#neil josten#potato writes#aftg fanfic#the foxhole court#all for the game
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I forgot was “nicky” was short for and just called him “nickothy”
#all for the game#the foxhole court#nicky hemmick#mY OWN BROTHER'S NAME IS NICHOLAS#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#nicky: nicholas? *takes hit of candy cigarette*#i haven't heard that name in years#erik: babe we're getting married. of course they said your full name
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Summaries/sneak peaks into some of my wips bc if I throw them out here I’m accountable for posting them eventually
Kevin & Aaron jokingly promise one another that they’ll get married if they’re still single at 35. Oh, hey, look, Aaron turns 35 this weekend and Kevin’s been 35 for a year. Oops! Good thing Kevin’s been in love with him for over a decade! (Awkward fluff, Kevaaron)
It’s been more than a decade since the death of Neil Josten. Andrew Minyard graduated, paid for his brother to finish medical school and then quietly moved to Colorado, slipping out from the foxes grasp bit by bit until he was just a shadow in their memories. Trapped in the monotonous cycle of loneliness and anger, Andrew is completely fine. Until Kevin shows up again (angst angst angst, Kandrew)
Kevin is a professional Exy player. Neil is a wide eyed young reporter. Kevin has plenty of money and Neil really doesn’t mind being a sugar baby. Especially not when his sugar daddy is his idol (it’s like 40% Kevin taking Neil on dates, 60% smut. Kevineil)
Wymack hits Neil with his car and ends up taking him to The Foxhole, a group home for kids with nowhere else to go. He learns how to person, makes some friends and kisses some boys (fluff, Kandriel)
Neil is the ghost that haunts the quiet country house Andrew and Kevin have just moved into. Neil likes them. They’ve got cats (though the cats don’t like Neil), they wander around shirtless and, most importantly, they can see him (nothing but fluff, Kandriel)
A collection of snap shots of Andrew and Neil cuddling from the first time to them when they’re middle aged (soft cuddles. Andreil)
Neil owns a bookshop. Andrew owns the very loud music store next door. Arguments are had, revenge is attempted and feelings are felt (I don’t know what this is yet but it’s obviously more Andriel)
Nicky is a little insecure about his relationship with Erik. This is 5 times Nicky realises Erik loves him just as much as he loves Erik. (Fluff with some smut sprinkled in. Nerik because there is not enough)
Kevin is Andrew’s gorgeous if slightly intense housekeeper. Staring and shenanigans ensue (idk but it’s Kandrew)
#aftg#andreil#kandrew#kevin day#neil josten#andrew minyard#kevineil#all for the game#matt boyd#dan wilds#nerik#nicky hemmick#erik klose#kandriel
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i just want you to know that I've started watching The Fantastic Race (I'd never heard of it before) and i too cannot stop imagining Andreil in it.. but also a Foxes/Exy only edition.
like, one is Foxes only, 10 teams, either with some of the freshmen, or while Seth is still alive/in an AU where he survives.
one is Andreil against other Americans where they dominate everything
and one is Andreil, Kevin/jeremy, riko/jean, and some other teams from other American Exy teams
i will eat this thing upppp!! please write it, i beg of you lmao
I do love me some Amazing Race. I think I could give you a Miracle Year of Collegiate Exy version of the Amazing Race.
I think maybe after their initial run through and victory Neil and Andrew are like absolute fan favorites and even though Neil, Andrew, nor the show ever say it there is a general belief that Neil and Andrew got together BECAUSE of the show. Any follow-up publicity on it has Neil and Andrew just staring at the camera like "Are u for fucking real?"
The thing with these shows is that fan favorites get asked to go back ALL the time and Neil gets a lot of very lucrative sponsorships that make the Moriyamas VERY happy after it.
They offer the same deal, a cut on the % that they will take from earnings and this time it's just for competing and this time it's a deal given to. They want the Miracle Generation of the Foxes to come and if every one does then Ichirou will lower Neil, Jean, and Kevin's %s owed to 50% (Maybe the deals are that good, maybe Ichirou is a big fan of the show, maybe he has a finger in it's production. This is mostly just like rationale on why the fuck they'd all do this. Especially Neil and Andrew since like Andrew had a bad time on those planes).
Either way not a single Fox disagrees. Arrangements are made for everyone's kids / pets. Shit is talked.
The Miracle Generation Race is ON.
The Teams are As Follows:
(Fox) Neil Josten & Andrew Minyard (Orange) (Dating)
(Fox) Kevin Day & David Wymack (Green) (Father-Son)
(Fox) Dan Wilds-Boyd & Matt Wilds-Boyd (Yellow) (Married)
(Fox) Allison Reynolds & Renee Johnson (Pink) (BFFs)
(Fox) Aaron Minyard & Katelyn Minyard (Blue) (Engaged)
(Fox) Nicky Klose & Erik Klose (Purple) (Married)
(Trojan) Jean Moreau & Jeremy Knox (Red) (Dating)
(Raven) Johnson & Reacher (Black) (Friends)
(Trojan) Alvarez & Laila (White) (Dating)
(Raven) Thea Muldani & Jenkins (Teal) (Friends)
(Penn) Penn State Coach & Penn State Captain (Grey) (Friends? IDK I ran out of people to be honest and thought well maybe we just have some throwaway team to lose first)
One of the funnier things I could do with that is that this Miracle season is also fan favorite season too and they want the cast to come back but no one can be with their same partner again. So you get shit like Neil and Jean, Jeremy and Andrew, Allison and Kevin, Renee and Aaron, Wymack and Nicky, etc.
#Neil and Andrew are like 'yeah we're not trying that hard'#but then Aaron and Katelyn pass them at a Detour and it's like 'Oh fuck that running.' and proceed to have the MOST insane rivalry#Neil and Andrew actually trying because they just can't tolerate any of their friends / family beating them#Like it was FINE last season they just had to do pretty well and Ichirou would be fine with it#This season? It's fucking PERSONAL.#Catch Allison nailing any and all of those fashion related ones#Renee always is a hit with the locals and can get anywhere easily#Matt just has the MUSCLE to be able to just force through the challenges#Dan's unyielding spirit pushes them past their most difficult challenges#Nicky and Erik flat out just have the benefit of being EU citizens#Aaron and Katelyn have a thirst for blood because they have medical school debt to pay off#Honestly the foxes have already decided that they get the reward money but they're not TELLING THEM THAT#The Ravens are the race heels#Like full on fuck those guys#Is the energy everyone has#At one point Allison just flat out pays one of their taxis to go to the wrong place#Thea keeps trying to talk to Kevin and everyone keeps getting in the way of that#They broke up like a year beforehand and it's AWKWARD (tm) but Kevin is doing so much better now#All for the Race (A Season of Miracles) AU#AFTG#AFTG AU#The Palmetto State Foxes
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Have you ever thought about foxes in Hogwarts? No? Because I did. Hear me out.
(Disclaimer: this wont be accurate to books as they wont be playing in the same team but they would interact frequently)
Dan Wilds ⭐
Nobody will be surprised by this but I would put her in Gryffindor. Shes a strong and brave woman, who doesnt let others tell her what to do or how to think. Shes proud of who she is and would never change for anyone. Also shes very caring and thoughtful about others. Strong woman 👍🔥.
Kevin Day ♟
Ravenclaw. Intelligent and backed up. This guy would stand back while everyone is doing their things and get in if something gets his attention. Captain of Ravenclaw quidditch team. Hes also very neurotic and anxious do I though he would fit here.
Andrew Minyard 🗝
Originally suited for Hufflepuff, but I ended up throwing him into Gryffindor. This guy wouldnt care less about his home, but he was chosen because of his lack of self respect that was taken as braveness. Also he would be thought how to heal there I think.
Matt Boyd 🌟
Hufflepuff. No questions asked. Nice guy, very caring and protective and very talented. I feel like he would play quidditch as a backliner or goalkeeper. And his fav subject would be 100% transformation
Aaron Minyard 💊
Slytherin. Ambitious and focused on becoming better. This guy would go to Ravenclaw but his ambition was bigger. Also he wouldnt care about his house, only on his studies. His fav subject would be spells or whatever the fuck was it called in english idk I've read it only in polish.
Seth 💀
Fucking dead- I mean probably slitherin- idk do I need to add him here?
Allison 💖
Material gworlll... her whole family was in Ravenclaw but guess whaaaat... my girl went to Gryffindor. Do I need to say that her parents were absolutely devastated? She says that Blue doesnt suit her and she feels way better in red. Shes a walking pride and she would rather die than let her someone tell her what to do. Her main focus at the moment is shipping everyone at school and winning bets.
Nicky Hemmick 🏳️🌈
Hufflepuff. Energetic golden retriever, would probably run a school newspaper and spend most of the time causing trouble. Also he would be a muggleborn. One of the most helpful people in the whole hogwarts. His fav subject would be DADM or The astrology thingy.
Renee Walker 🌸
Slytherin that everyone mistakes as Hufflepuff. She just seems so cute and nice but as we know she has a really dark side. Shes also caring and ambitious. Also plays quidditch as a goalkeeper. She likes to hang out with Gryffindor.
Neil Josten 🦊
My guy would be in Gryffindor or slytherin I'm not sure yet. I'm leaning towards Gryffindor tho, since hes selfless and brave (or just stupid). This guy would burn the world for his friends and you know he wouldnt regret it. Perfect for Gryffindor.
Bonus!!!
Riko would be a viktor krum of this AU. And he goes to Durmstrang. Change my mind
Jean would get a transfer from Durmstrang to hogwarts and would get sorted to Hufflepuff
JEREMY KNOX IS A FUCKINV HUFFLEPUFF I DONT TAKE CRITICISM.
Wymack would teach flying ofc and Abby is a nurse ofc.
Bee would be teaching about these plants yk, I dont remember what is was called. And Andrew would stay with her after lessons for a talk and to help her clean up the workplace.
Neil and Andrew get together after 6th year and they fight in the battle of hogwart together. Neil almost dies defending love of his life but gets saved by Kevin and Jean fighting off the death eaters back to back.
Dan and Matt are the sweethearts that you can always see in the halls together or in the library studying. Dan would sneak Matt to her dorm from time to time.
Nicky meets Erik during the Triwizard Tournament (Erik is from Beauxbatons) and he instantly falls in love. They start dating one year later and proceed to get married at 24.
Andrew was the one who showed Neil Thestrals and Neil absolutely fell in love with them. They proceeded to visit these creatures quite frequently.
Andrew spends most of his time in the Owlery, His dorm or outside the castle. After he and Neil became closer, he started to visit the Wish Room with him as well.
Neil adores numerology and absolutely hates transformation. Andrew on the other hand loves transformation and potions.
Neil escaped hogwarts 4 times. On his 2nd, 4th, 5th and 7th year. But always came back for Andrew.
Andrew still protects Kevin here, mostly on their 4th year.
Both Andrew and Aaron are pure blood, but Andrew keeps telling everyone hes muggleborn.
Dan on her 5th year almost threw a 7th year student off the astronomic tower for calling someone a mudblood.
Andrew indeed beat up 4 guys for bullying Nicky for being gay. He ended up with little to no punishment and the 4 students had to clean the owlery for 4 weeks.
Renee is the best at spells from her whole year
Allison as well as Neil Andrew Aaron and Nicky never goes home for christmas, and almost all the foxes stay for at least a day to celebrate together.
Kevin and Aaron study together and they are actually a really good friends.
There is no Exy championship but the whole mafia and Riko part plays in the "Goblet of fire" when all the schools compete in the Triwizard tournament. Neil does get kidnapped and Riko does get killed.
I was wondering if I should put it in the marauders era but I maybe will write other post about this. For now they exist along with the golden trio. I hope yall liked the hc AU thingy.
#andreil hc#all for the game#aftg headcanon#aftg au#gay#dan wilds#kevin day#andrew minyard#matt boyd#aaron minyard#seth gordon#allison reynolds#nicky hemmick#renee walker#neil josten#harry potter#hogwarts#hp x aftg crossover
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When queen Tilda gave birth to male identical twins, she knew it could be a threat to her country's future stability. In order to avoid the brothers fighting for the throne, she decided to give one of them up. He would be raised by a maid and then imprisoned with an iron mask constantly covering his face.
She did it without telling her brother, cardinal Luther. She regretted it when her husband, the king died after two years, but she couldn't do anything there. She kept it a secret for the next 16 years. She didn't say it even in her last confession.
Aaron Minyard thought he was an only child his entire life. He'd never had a reason to doubt the fact. He was as sure in it, as in the fact that he loved Katelyn. Katelyn's father had been the royal doctor for decades. Being a doctor was outlawed for women, but Aaron let her sneak into the palace dressed as a man, in order to help her father and do the work she loved.
One day Katelyn told him that her father was the one who delivered Aaron, and he had secretly revealed to her that Aaron had a twin brother. The man didn't know anything about what happened to him. All he knew was the name, Andrew.
Aaron didn't know what his uncle would do, so he secretly ordered his chief of police, David Wymack, to search for Andrew. The search lasted for years. They didn't have much information and they weren't even sure that Andrew was alive.
At that time, It got time for Aaron to get married. Cardinal Luther's health was getting steadily worse and he wanted Aaron to have an heir in case something happened. He was set on marrying him to princess Renee of the palatinate for the alliance with Germany.
Aaron didn't even want to be the king, he wanted to become a doctor, and he couldn't even marry the woman he loved? His last hope was finding Andrew.
Just as they almost give up, seemingly an ordinary peasant named Neil found him in the Bastille. When Aaron offered Neil to be a musketeer, he couldn't resist it. It was his childhood dream. Plus, if he was under Wymack's protection, his father would have less of a chance of killing him.
So Neil joined the King's personal guards, a ragtag group of people who earned their positions because of hard work and talent, rather than their parents and money.
Meanwhile, Andrew got to see the outside world practically for the first time, since he'd been in prison for like 10 years (He also got to tan, because he was ridiculously light-skinned). Before that he was mostly kept in the house, so no one could see the resemblance. Andrew didn't even know why he was in prison and then they found out he was the king's twin brother and that he wanted Andrew to switch places with him.
Nobody told Luther about Andrew, he noticed that something was wrong but couldn't even imagine that he wasn't Aaron. Aaron and Katelyn got married in secret and Andrew married Renee. He didn't really want to, but who knew what they'd do if he refused, or if they found out that he was gay. He had heard about Nicky, Luther's son who got exiled by his father for being gay. Andrew didn't think they'd be that merciful to him.
Aaron's musketeers, with the exception of Wymack who was with Aaron every moment of the day, had to protect Andrew now, even though Andrew was stronger than most of them. There isn't much to do in prison other than working out.
Neil and Andrew already knew each other. Neil was a prisoner in Bastille too. His father, the cardinal's chief of police, put him there after he caught him. He had seen Andrew's face by accident and when he ran away, promised him he'd be back to break him out too.
Neil instantly became friends with the king's personal musketeers (not in a conventional way. He challenged three of the foxes to a duel in D'Artagnan style) and soon heard that they were searching for the king's twin brother. Neil didn't really know what the king looked like but he came up with a plan. Finding the twin would make the king owe him a favor and he would ask him to free Andrew. He really didn't expect things to go that easily.
Neil and Andrew get even closer and then get together. Renee understood it, and she and Andrew became good friends.
So they make do like that, with only Wymack and his crew knowing about Andrew (besides Aaron and Katelyn) until Luther dies. Then they tell the truth to people and make clear that they'll both be kings and have equal powers. Aaron studies to be a doctor, though, since Andrew is better at being the King and seemingly likes it more too.
Andrew orders to kill Nathan and all his inner circle. They allow Nicky to come home, and he does, just not alone, but with Erik. Aaron is okay with it, so Andrew lets go of the irrational fear. He and Neil stop sneaking around.
Riko is an arrogant aristocrat who tries going against the kings and even starting a revolution, but the musketeers are there every time to put him in his place.
Andrew gets him killed too :)
#this is a strange mixture of#aftg#the man in the iron mask#the three musketeers#and the versailles#Andrew and Renee's friendship would be exactly like Philippe and liselotte's#neil and renee would be friends like the chevalier and liselotte#i had a lot of cursed versions until i settled on this#aftg au#aftg fanfic#aftg royalty au
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What your favourite aftg ship says about you
Inspired by the eldena doubleca5t youtube videos
neil/andrew: you are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of deep-seated mistrust. You likely spent your teenage years obsessing over edgy anime boys who have trouble talking about their feelings.
kevin/andrew: your ideal relationship dynamic is either bodyguard x protectee or hamster x banana
neil/kevin: you spend your saturdays panhandling outside nora’s house for spare kevin character development
neil/andrew/kevin: you just wanted good things for kevin, and really, who wouldn’t?
neil/matt: you are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of two bros chillin’ in a hot tub
dan/matt: you are a firm believer in men! getting! pegged!
renee/allison: you want a girlfriend that not only can kick your ass, but will do so on request
seth/allison: your ideal relationship dynamic is sitcom wife x sitcom husband
kevin/aaron: your interest in these characters’ established relationships is outweighed by your need to make it gay
seth/kevin: you are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of wanting to punch each other in the face
allison/kevin: you may be firm believer in the inherent eroticism of wanting to punch each other in the face, but you mostly just want allison to step on you
seth/aaron: you are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of homophobia
dan/renee: you probably read the extra content
dan/allison: same joke as renison but you have a complicated relationship with religion
aaron/katelyn: your ideal relationship dynamic is marrying your highschool crush.
erik/nicky: you just wanted good things for nicky, and honestly, who wouldn’t?
laila/alvarez: you are always a slut for minor characters in dire need of more screentime
neil/ichirou: you don’t understand why anyone would waste their time fucking around with jock drama when there’s a sinister mafia boss right there
stuart/ichirou: this is the same joke as neil/ichirou but you also have a crippling addiction to dilfs
nathan/ichirou: this is the same joke as stuart/ichirou but you also a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of murder
neil/jean: you are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of shared trauma
kevin/jean: your belief in the inherent eroticism of shared trauma is outweighed only by your love for the childhood friends to lovers trope
neil/r*ko: you like andreil in theory, but you just don’t think they spent enough time wanting each other dead
kevin/r*ko: your love for the childhood friends to enemies to lovers trope outweighs your interest in avoiding becoming the subject of a callout post
jeremy/jean: your ideal relationship dynamic is tortured edgy boy with a soft spot for one (1) ray of sunshine
jeremy/kevin: your ideal relationship dynamic is getting your senpai to notice you
abby/wymack: you’re either a sucker for a cutesy team mom x team dad slowburn or you have a crippling addiction to dilfs
kayleigh/wymack: your addiction to dilfs is outweighed only by your addiction to pain
jean/renee: you are a firm believer in mlm/wlw solidarity
kevin/thea: you are nora sakavic
#aftg#tfc#all for the game#the foxhole court#andreil#pls do not take any of these dumb jokes seriously#there was like forty jokes i could have made for andreil god it was hard to pick#mine
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Make A Baby (T’Challa x Reader)
“I'll be your Cinderella-ella (Aye)
Then maybe you and maybe me
Can maybe meet and m-m-make a baby
Then maybe you and me
Can meet and make a baby, let's make a baby” - Nicki Minaj
A/N: here’s an idea I thought about writing for MONTHS now but I thought it would be too stupid to write. However, with the tragedy we are currently facing, it wouldn’t hurt to write. If I tagged you in this and you’re not in the mood, please don’t feel obligated to but I wrote it to lift the mood. It’s all fluff and humor so I hope this puts a smile on your face through all the grieving 💞🙏🏾
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You wanted a baby. You NEEDED a baby.
No ifs, ands, and buts about it.
You were ready to bring a life into this world and nurture it. All with your handsome husband King T’Challa. Simple enough, right?
Wrong. Here’s where the problem comes in.
You and T’Challa have only been married for 6 months. When you were engaged, you expressed to your future husband that you wanted to spend at least one year married before trying for a baby. Ultimately, he agreed with you. You know you wanted your husband all to yourself for a year or two before sharing him with a child, but shit changes. Your baby fever was at an all-time high and you wanted a baby now. You wanted to tell him but he seemed happy not having children right now. He got to live his life, do a whole bunch of dangerous shit, come and go as he pleases without worrying his children. He grew to love your agreement while you grew to hate it.
“Fuck it. I want a baby.” You declared quietly as you laid in bed next to T’Challa. The man stirred a bit and mumbled tiredly.
“What did you say, my love?”
Fuck. He was supposed to be 100% asleep. Well, there’s no backing out. Your mother raised a strong woman who says what’s on her mind. Here goes nothing.
“I said I’m feeling achy.”
Wow. You are a pussy. Your mother raised a pussy.
Your loving husband turned to you with a concerned but tired face. “Did you want me to call the medical staff? Because I-“
You bit back a groan and turned your back to him. “No, I’m fine. I just slept wrong. Go back to sleep.”
“Whatever you want, my love.” He planted a kiss on your shoulder and turned back around to sleep.
“I want you to nut in me.” You muttered under your breath.
“Pardon?”
“ I want you to butt and knee! Do some butt and knee workouts! Damn! Good night!”
The next morning, you smacked yourself on the forehead when you walked past the training grounds and saw your husband doing intense squats in his panther suit. He turned to see you and gave you a smile.
“Ahh, my Queen has come to see me do the butt and knee workouts! I am doing them right,
Yes?”
You struggled to put on a fake smile and give him a wave as he demonstrated a squat for you. “Yes, you are, my love! Keep going! I’m proud of you!” You turned away and dropped your smile. You got your husband doing bad bitch workouts because you were too much of a pussy to tell him you want his baby. You gotta do better in life. You ran into Erik who was failing to hold back a laugh.
“Yo why the fuck is T on the training grounds trying to get thick?” Erik laughed harder, looking back at his cousin. “Nigga thinks he’s Megan the Panther or some shit!”
You glared at the laughing royal, crossing your arms. “Erik, it’s not funny. He’s only doing that because I’m an idiot.”
Erik stopped laughing and put on a face of puzzlement. “Wait what?”
You shook your head walking away. “Never mind. It’s a long story that you can’t help me with.”
He caught up to you and stood in your way. “And how do you know that?”
“Because you’re Erik. It’s ingrained in you to always have a bad idea.”
He put a hand on his chest in feigned hurt. “Ow, Ms. Queen! That hurt! You might as well slap a nigga in the face while you’re at it!”
“Oh, that was next. Now move out of my way, N’dickhead!”
“Hey! The nickname shit is my thing!” He shouted after you. “Damn, I miss being the only American here.”
You figured it out. You were going to try the subtle approach. Slightly let him know you were open to having a baby now and it was going to happen on your trip to the market.
The king held your hand tightly as you two walked through the market. You stopped at the carrots and saw an opportunity.
“BABY, look at those cute BABY carrots! Aren’t those BABY carrots so cute?!” You put emphasis on the word “baby.”
He gave you a weird look. “Uhh yes? They are adorable.”
You began to gush even more. “Don’t you wanna just have a BABY carrot?”
T’Challa smirked at you, shaking his head in amusement. “I see what you are trying to say.
You felt relieved as he grabbed you by your waist, lovingly. “You do?”
He planted a kiss on your forehead. “Yes I do and we shall prepare baby carrots when we get home.”
Yes! You were getting your baby! You couldn’t wait but you had to eat dinner first. Gotta get your energy up before you get your legs up. You sat on the opposite side of your husband at the royal table. You made eye contact with him and he winked at you, causing a non-visible blush to appear. The servants brought out the food and you were too stuck in your daydream until Erik’s voice broke you out of it.
“What the fuck is this?”
You looked down on your plate and your smile fell along with it. On the plate was Wakandan cuisine with a shitload of....baby carrots. What the fuck?! You glanced back at your husband who had a face splitting grin.
“What the fuck is this shit?!” Erik questioned and Queen mother slapped his head. “Ow Auntie!”
“Watch your language at the dinner table!” She scolded and turned back to her plate.
“Damn she picking up on the swears......”
“My queen pointed out to me multiple times that she wanted baby carrots today at the market so it is only right I had the chefs prepare some. I told you I could pick up hints, my love!” T’Challa declares happily, digging into his meal.
“Yeah...thank you, sweetheart.” You gritted out, popping a baby carrot in your mouth and you wanted to gag.
Not the gagging you were hoping to do today.
Once dinner was over, T’Challa had to attend a meeting with the tribes and you had Erik come beside you as you walked to the royal garden and you finally explained the weird shit that was happening.
“So what you’re telling me is that I had to sit at that table and eat those nasty ass carrots because you’re too pussy to tell your HUSBAND to give you his dumbass seed?!” Erik glared at you in disbelief. “I swear to God, y’all niggas make it hard for me to stay redeemed.”
You scoffed in annoyance. “Erik, this isn’t about you!”
“Like hell! It became about me when you made me eat those nasty ass carrots!”
You sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Alright! I'm sorry! If it makes you feel any better, I fucking hate carrots and I had to eat them.”
“Just tell that nigga, man. He don’t do hints or all that special shit. You just gotta be blunt and tell it like it is like I do.”
You thought about it and thought about it and finally shook your head. “Nahhhhh. Imma sneak it into a conversation.”
“You should not be this damn nervous to say you want to get nutted in.”
So the next approach was sneaking it into a conversation. How’d that work out? Well...
“Awww look at this! Russell and Ciara had their baby!” You showed him Ciara’s Instagram on your phone. You two were in his office, discussing a trade for him to sign off on.
“Who is Ciara again?”
You rolled your eyes. “A singer. She sang Goodies! My goodies! My goodies! Not my goodies!” You began to sing but he barely paid attention.
“Speaking of Ciara, there was a song meant for her that Nicki Minaj recorded-“
He finally looked at you. “Nicki Minaj! That’s the woman made a Friday the color of pink!”
Ok, so he half listens to you. “Uhhh sure, anyways, she recorded it but never released it. It’s called Make a baby. It’s goes, “maybe you and maybe me can meet and make a baby.” You stared into his eyes singing it slowly.
“Oh, I see why it was not released. No offense but The song sounds terrible.”
You groaned loudly slamming your head on the desk. Why did you marry such a gorgeous yet moronic man?! You should’ve have to spell this out for him.
“My love, do you always slam your head on surfaces? That might be the cause of your aches.”
Okay, so approach #1 and #2 did not work. How about approach #3?
You burst through the doors of his office on a mission.
“I want a fucking baby!”
Your eyes widened, seeing a group of superheroes in his office and not one glimpse of your husband anywhere. This group of superheroes were the fucking Avengers. You were embarrassed was an understatement. T’Challa came up beside you.
“Ahh, I see you’ve all met my beautiful queen, Y/N. Y/N, these are the Avengers.”
You waved sheepishly. “Hey...Avengers...”.
They awkwardly waved back at you in response.
“I heard you say something, my love. What is it?”
Shit. You definitely weren’t going to repeat the words now that you have an audience.
“I said Iran is a maybe! You don’t remember but remember when I said I was making a list of countries to visit next month and I said we were definitely going to Iran? Well, now it’s a maybe. A lot is going on over there. So it’s in the “maybe” column. Yeah.”
You must say, your ability to bullshit and bullshit quickly was impressive. If your future baby inherits that, you’re in trouble.
“Oh okay, we can discuss that later, my love.” He kissed your cheek and you awkwardly turned on your heel to leave the office. Just like that, approach 3 was a complete fail as well. You were such an idiot.
When T’Challa finally retired to your shared bedroom for the day, you were still wide awake. All these approaches were not working. Honestly, fuck approaches. Approaches were not getting you pregnant.
“T’Challa.”
“Yes, my love?”
“I want to have a baby.”
He shifted beside you. “I’m sorry?”
You sighed sitting up in bed and staring at him With all the sincerity you could muster. “I want to have a baby. I know I wanted to wait a year or two but I changed my mind. I’m ready to be a mother now.” You expected him to have a serious face, ready for a discussion but instead, he was....amused. Had his cheekbones poking out along with his signature smirk.
“I was wondering how long it would take for you to tell me that.”
“Oh my God! You knew?!?!!”
He sat up, chuckling at your expense. “Yes, I knew.”
You hit your husband in the chest. “You ass! How long did you know?!”
“When you said it in bed that one night,” T’Challa replied, causing you to hit him again.
“Wait so you had me making an ass out of myself to tell you I wanted to have your child?!”
He held his hands up in defense. “Hey, that was your choice, my love. You should have just told me, instead of creating all these complicated ways to say it. I am your husband. You should not have to beat around the bush with me.”
Damn, he was right. Damn, Erik was right. For once in his life. Damn him.
“So.....what do you say?” You asked sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. You made eye contact when he grabbed your chin and kissed your lips sweetly.
“My love, I’ve wanted children with you ever since I fell in love with you. I was always ready to be the father of your children but I wanted you to be ready to be the mother of my children.”
You smiled widely, kissing him again. “And I am. I am ready to give you children.”
T’Challa began to climb on top of you. “Then what is the holdup? I must...nut in you? Is that the proper language?”
“Yes! Yes, it is! Now do that!”
And unlike your approaches, it only took you and T’Challa one time to get what you wanted.
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erik and nicky get married not long after nicky graduates from palmetto, only a year or so (basically as long as it took them to plan the wedding). as soon as they’re engaged nicky calls literally all of the foxes, and some of them pick up and some don’t due to timezone differences.
andrew doesn’t pick up, which mildly surprises nicky since he knows andrew doesn’t sleep much, but he figures andrew sleeping is a good thing (and it *is* very early morning over there, anyway) and leaves a voicemail. he’s not really expecting a response beyond a ‘k’, but just before he goes to bed that night, his phone buzzes with the ‘family’ pattern he’d created years ago.
it’s from andrew. it’s just a photo of his pro contract, with the salary circled, followed by a text that reads ‘i’m paying for the wedding.’
nicky may let a tear slip out, but he replies ‘u cant buy ur way out of attending’ and within seconds andrew responds ‘i’m just coming for the cake’
nicky falls asleep smiling
#nicky hemmick#andrew minyard#aftg#my posts#im still on my 'i love nicky' train#he deserves the WORLD ok
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The Way You Lie
A prequel to Wicked Games co-written by @bleepyassbitch on wattpad. Not sure what her blog is on here. Enjoy some some toxic relationship Erik.
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“Ow, shit!” Erik hopped back when a piercing pain shot up his leg, initiating at the sole of his right foot. “SHIT!” His lip curled in anger and when he lifted his socked foot up he noticed a silver tool laying on the tile. “The fuck? TRIN,” he growled with a shake of his head to calm himself. The eyelash curler that had likely spilled off of the mess of a bathroom counter laid on the bathroom floor as a sign that Trin would be leaving soon to visit her secret side nigga. Erik was no fool. He knew Katrin like the back of his hand.
“When you buy that? You look like you headed to Sunset Boulevard. You look like a straight hoe."
"I look like your $2 crackhead mama," she glared over her shoulder. It was a low blow and she was proud of it. He walked closer, squinting like he hadn't heard what he'd heard. In her face, he dared her to say it again.
"Mention my moms one more time.."
"Your. Mama. Is. A. Hoe," she enunciated with a smile. "Remember? ..She left you for some dick? Like I'm about to? Why? You ain't worth shit."
He gripped her neck fast and her heels raised three inches from the ground as she slid up the nearest wall, gripping his wrist, but he could still see smugness in her face. "I ought to shake the shit out you."
"Do it, you brainless ape," she muttered.
"Oh I'll a slap the shit outta you," he nodded, but on second thought he released her.
"All you do is prove my damn point of how worthless you are, brainless ass beast," she smirked when he dropped her to her feet.
He eyed her suspiciously, his lip curling. She wore lightwash denim bootyshorts with the bottom of her ass cut out and a tube top with tall heels.
"That shit wasn't in your closet, I'd have burned it.”
“Don't worry about it,” she rolled her eyes flipping her long black ponytail. “It ain't for you.”
“Run that by me again? Who's it for?”
“Me, nigga.” She snatched her arm away pushing her hand into his stomach to shove him back.
"Wrong, it's for the streets cuz that's where yo ass belong. The fuck you think you going?" He caught her wrist before she could walk out, snatching her from the doorway to slam the door back shut and lock it.
"Get yo skinny ass upstairs," he gritted through bared teeth as she stood firm on her heels.
"Woo," she laughed. "Nigga I don't know what you thought this was. You don't own me. Now move up out my way." She stepped forward in challenge, shoving his hand when he pushed her back. He knew what was coming. "Don't," slap, "touch me." Slap. Getting away with two hard slaps in his face, she tried to do it again, but he grabbed her wrist firmly.
"I'm not bout to play with you."
"I said don't touch me." She tried again, wrestling to hit him in the face before settling for a knee to his crotch. When his knees sank a little from the impact, she punched him in the cheekbone and scratched him, her nails getting dangerously close to his eye. She was aiming for it lowkey. He grabbed both of her wrists and pinned her to the wall with weight on her legs, deciding to kiss her in an effort to calm her down. Sometimes it worked. This wasn't one of those times. She bit his lip to the point of it bleeding and he slammed her lightly to make her let go.
Hellbent on fighting him, she struggled in his grasp and he let her tire herself out as she called him anything she could think of from "bitch" to things he couldn't repeat.
"Why you in a rush to give my pussy away."
"Yours? Oh it ain't ever been yours, cupcake," she smiled when she saw his lip curl.
"That ain't what you said when I was in it." He shifted his knee between her thighs to give her some friction.
"I regret ever knowing you and soon as you let me go I'm calling the police," she threatened as if she wasn't the one attacking him. His knee dropped.
"Bitch, I don't give a fuck. It's still fuck 12, let 'em come," his head shook in irritation. He let her go. "Call 'em. Go ahead." Getting close enough for her to feel his breath on her face, he made sure he was clear when he whispered "My foot will be up your ass before you get to the second 1."
She took a step away and pulled out her phone to dial, putting it to her ear. He let her talk, telling them that her boyfriend won't let her leave the house and she needs someone to come move him. When she hung up, she dropped her phone in her little purse, fixed her shorts, and stared at him to move.
"That's gone scare me?" He glared right back.
She flew at him with a tight fist that he redirected. She was still able to bite him since he wasn't expecting it and she didn't hold back which made him fling her across the floor. She bumped her head. His goal wasn't to hurt her, but she was pushing it. He let her come at him so he could restrain her again.
"Bitch I'm out here working to build you a better life. You think I'm a let you leave me for a broke nigga?"
"Ain't no letting me, I'm grown," she struggled. She was losing strength. "I'll fuck with whoever I want."
"No. You won't," his head shook. "I don't know what part of me gave you that impression but you belong to me and that go on forever."
"I belong to myself, fuck you."
"Fuck me? Yeah, you can fuck me."
She finally chilled enough for him to let her go. "You can't stop me from leaving you, you gotta know that..," she frowned and deep down he knew. It was at the point where they hardly spoke about anything substantial if it wasn't money he was bringing in. Whenever he'd go out of his way to speak, she'd give short answers. He'd already cracked her little phone code and read her messages. He knew the nigga's name and face. He'd seen the pics. Knew about their escapades.
He didn't respond.
"I'm going to continue seeing other niggas," she stressed as he watched her, so stubborn in her decision. Only way he could stop her was to strap her down.
"Whatever man, do what the fuck you gon do," he relented. He could feel depression pulling him down again, a feeling he'd grown used to.
"You don't need to tell me that. I'm leaving and I suggest you get your ass on somewhere too before the police come."
Good idea. He called a number from his phone, a girl who'd plugged it in one day at the gas station after complimenting the wraith. She didn't seem to care that he had a girl, in fact it only made her more interested. It had been a few weeks, he didn't halfway expect her to answer but she did.
"Hey Nicki. It's Erik.. We met a few weeks back at the gas station... Yeah, the Rolls Royce," he chuckled repeating her words back to her. She wanted to ride. "We can make that happen," he smiled. "What you doing now?"
"Who's that," Trin stopped on her way out, glaring as he made plans to meet Nicki and give her a ride in the wraith.
"I'm a come scoop you up, text me your location," he finished, hanging up before addressing her. "Don't worry about it, babygirl. You go ahead and do you."
"Don't tell me what to do. Where you going?"
"Don't worry about it," he repeated using one of her favorite phrases.
"I ain't even surprised." She looked him up and down. "Talking about my outfit when being a hoe seems to be genetic. Like son like thot ass mama."
"Still ain't your business," he mumbled grabbing his keys. He wondered briefly why she hadn't left, but he knew why. It was for the same reason he'd called Nicki in the first place.
"Who's that bitch and why you got her number in your phone? This why I don't fuck with you 'cuz you ain't shit. Who's the bitch, Erik?"
"Look, I'm 'bout tired of this shit. You can go foreal foreal. I can have a bitch in your spot fast, a bitch who actually wanna be here. Matter fact, take yo shit with you.. Yeah," he nodded feeling emboldened. He went up the stairs to find her suitcase and started pulling her clothes down from her closet, stuffing them in. She was beside him within a minute, trying to snatch her stuff back.
"I'm not going nowhere!"
"You getting the fuck outta here," Erik challenged grabbing more clothes to stuff into the bag. "I pay the bills. We ain't married. My name is on the deed. If you wanna slut around Cali, turn in your keys to the house and the keys to the beemer."
"It's my car! You gave it to me which means it's a gift and if I gotta take you to court, I will," she snapped angrily shoving her clothes back into the closet.
"Bitch with what money? You bout broke as the niggas you cheating with."
Irate, she started throwing his things which led to him being rougher with hers and throwing her makeup, jewelry, and shoes down the stairs with the rest of her clothes leaving a mess on the floor and furniture below. She tried to fight him, getting a few hits but he mushed her face and twisted her arms behind her back.
"I paid for it," he reminded her in her ear since she'd obviously forgotten. He couldn't be home most days because of his work and when he was home, he was tired, but she never went without a thing she wanted if it was in his power to get it. "It's in my name, like all this shit because I don't trust you and I never have! You can take yo other shit and what you came with and walk yo ass out." At that, he shoved her. "See if that nigga you running to let you live with him."
She wrestled and clawed him for her suitcase, leaving small red marks on his skin before he threw it from the top of the stairs. She shoved him like she was purposely trying to send him over the banister with all of her strength and he pushed her back sending her stumbling flat against a wall.
"Try that shit again, I dare you," his lips stretched over his teeth. He was at his limit for patience. Panting with anger, she came at him and he threw her over his shoulder as if he'd toss her headfirst over the balcony. He wanted to at this point. "You wanna keep coming at me like a grown man, bitch. I'll flex yo ass man to man." He loosened his grip letting her slip and she panicked, holding onto him. "Nah, get the fuck off me and fall, you got insurance."
He let go and she screamed bloody murder, before he caught her just as quick. She wouldn't die if she fell, but she could get some neck, back, or leg injuries.
"Don't forget I'm stronger than you. I'm smarter than you, while you calling me brainless," he reminded her as he stood her on her feet. "Get your shit."
"I ain't going nowhere," she growled heading back into the room and he followed her, grabbing her up by the waist. She was mid-way through grabbing an armful of her clothes from the bedroom floor when he tossed her on their bed, doubling down over top of her.
"Since you wanna fuck someone so bad."
"Get the fuck off me," she snapped digging her nails into his hand when he tried to wrestle her arms from her and over her head. He fought to get the button on her shorts free before deciding to pull it off. Her short shorts already had rips so he ripped them more and he yanked them from her ignoring her rough kicks. The heel her shoe dug into his chest before he pushed her leg back, pinning her with ease, his breath in her ear.
"You ain't leaving me. You hear that?" He looked her in the eye.
"Get the fuck off me," she grunted struggling in his hold.
He grabbed her neck as her wrists remained firmly in one palm and he slid into her with full eye contact, set on reminding her of his ownership. Deep and consistent strokes while she panted in his ear, biting her lips and holding her moan. She couldn't though.. She was wet and tightening around him, pulling him in. He moved his hips, touching every part of her internally as she stared up at him, mouth agape. This time when he kissed her, she let it happen and he released her wrists feeling her arms surround him tightly like a boa constricting its prey.
"You belong to me," he repeated with no rebuttal from her. They didn't have sex a lot, but when they did, it was like this and afterward, she'd be tamed for three days to a week. She'd be real amenable then, borderline romantic even though she ain't love him. He could feel it. He could see it happening again, the brief calm coming. "Stay there, I'm a get a wet cloth," he said when they were done and he'd painted her stomach and chest. There was a ring at the doorbell, the police responding to the call. They'd been called a few times in the past but neither Trin nor Erik would press charges against each other. She didn't get up as he walked away and when he came back, he leaned over her with their kink play handcuffs. A quick click had her cuffed to the bed.
"Did I say you could cuff me," she eyed him as he lifted ignoring the cops at the door. Without a word, he left the room and went downstairs to grab any newspaper, magazine, spam mail, and he brought it up throwing it in the wastebasket he pulled from the bathroom. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?"
Setting it on the bedroom floor for her viewing pleasure, he lit it on fire and watched her eyes as the flame grow with black smoke. The smell grew strong and she started to panic when she saw he wasn't putting it out even when the smoke alarm was triggered. He walked away instead and set fire to the curtains, one of his shirts. He let it spread, zoned out mentally.
She screamed at him, coughing in the back smoke for him to put out the fire that was spreading. He coughed too, inhaling smoke as he sat there at the foot of the bed. He didn't care if she didn't love him.
"You ain't leaving me," was his reply and when the officers broke in and climbed the stairs, they grabbed him, pulling him from the room and taking the key to free her. Outside of the house they all stood in wait of the firetruck that they could hear coming up the street. Katrin wouldn't address the cops, only Erik, calling him every name she could until the cuffs went on his wrists then it was, "Get off my man!"
She promised she'd get him released, yelling that he'd done nothing wrong, it was a mistake, and that she'd beat his ass and he had all the marks to prove it. She held her wrists out and she was taken in too. Erik chuckled when they put her beside him in the police car.
"Guess yo side nigga on his own," he teased with her taking it in stride.
"And Nicki staying right where she at," she responded. He shook his head. She didn't care about him, she wanted to run him and she'd go this far. Still, at least she was there.
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