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aftgficrec · 9 months

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Bonus: fics with background twinyards bonding for those who just want more

Here are some fics where the twins’ relationship is not the main focus, but it still stood out to us. This is a follow up to this ask. -A

if you're hungry for more twinyards, please enjoy:

‘Longing Distance', ‘If Only I Were Enough’ (complete),‘Unlucky Lies’ and ‘If You Knew What I Know’ here

‘Perennial’ and ‘If Neil, Then Fox’ here

‘To Love and Be Loved’, 'Trying My Best' and ‘Same old fresh air’ here

‘a heart that's full up like landfill’ (updated) here

‘if you really love nothing’, ‘over/under’ and ‘Bittersweet’ here

‘Travelers’ series here (updated)

‘it's always been you.’ here

‘Scribbles and Sticky Notes’ and ‘Inked Petals’ (completed) here

‘Flavors of Fall,’ ‘Where The Wild Things Are,’ ‘quicksand,’ ‘just a footnote,’ and ‘The Shore We'd Come To Find’ here

‘Paint me a picture of you’ and ‘I Never Said I Loved You’ here

‘The Suit Universe’ part 8 here

‘The Game is True Columbia’ and ‘In Reel and Rout’ here

‘You Know I Never Forgot’ here

‘Twilight and Daytime,’ ‘More Than Words,’ ‘the kevaaron high school au…,’ and ‘the second time around’ here

‘Maybe It Was The Zombies’ series here

‘In Your Hands (you hold my life and my heart)’ here (completed)

‘Picture Perfect’ and ‘The one with Kevaaron’ here

‘in a manner of speaking’ here

‘North Star’ and ‘I See The Way You Look At Him’ here

‘Married to the Game’ here

‘Cabin Fever’ here

‘Life's a Beach’ here

‘The Morning AUs...Chapter 13: A Flashflood of Colour’ here, 'Chapter 24: Bloom and Wither' here

‘the optimal condition (for birds to take flight)’ here

‘Such Stuff as Dreams are Made’ here

‘Shark Bait’ here

and more

‘climb a mountain (hold his hand)’ here

‘No straighter path than to struggle’ here

‘Ten Percent’ here

‘in over my head’ here

‘stifle my choice and the air in my lungs’ here

‘heaven and hell (were words to me)’ here

‘N for nebulous’ here (completed)

‘Tart’ and ‘00:00 (Zero o'Clock)’ here

‘Forever Isn't Long Enough’ and ‘When It All Feels So Big’ here

‘Cryptid Serial Killer Witch Man’ here

‘I wish I would've laid my hands on you’ here

‘Andrew and The Phantoms’ here

‘Something Domestic; Ember, Moon, Love’ series: ‘Ember’ here, ‘Moon’ here

‘Sunflower, Vol. 6’ here

‘Behind the Pod’ series ‘Chapter 8: Chicago’ here

‘on the tip of my tongue (say something)’ series here

‘We Grow Apart, Up, Together and Again’ here

‘Heaven Can't Help Me Now’ and ‘The Risk of Failure Tastes Bitter’ (both completed), ‘coming loose,’ ‘The Reason,’ and ‘5 months, 9 hours, 42 seconds’ here

‘His Crew’ and ‘A Dad By Any Other Name’ here

‘What We Deserve,’ ‘It's going tibia okay,’ and ‘What the fuck happened to you?’ here

‘names’ here

‘Promises’ here

‘Neil Josten’s Vendetta’ here

‘"The thing about being protective”’ and ‘... the Andrew Minyard Defense Squad’ here

‘Stay’ here

‘Make This Leap (Geronimo)’ here

‘I'll be a Brand New Day’ (hostile twinyards) here

Art

POV it's 2006 and this is what The Foxes would wear art by @rainbowd00dles

the monsters shopping cart race art by @rainynovaside

the monsters art by @crypticfayble

Neil's plan B if therapy didn't work art by @verdiris

foxes team pic art by @markassus on instagram

baby monsters… art by @02511213942

Aaron and Andreil art by @/lis__photoart on instagram

#fic #aaron minyard & andrew minyard #theme: twinyards bonding

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mostlymaudlin · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers 💫

thank you @decaflondonfog for the tag !! ill tag @sillyunicorn @starwarned @urban-sith @tea-brigade

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

98!! (woah) plus an unrevealed t&n fest fic, so 99. wow i need to do something rly crazy for 100 lol. what if i do a ridiculous crossover of all my fandoms and everyone in the fandom tags will hate me.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

544,914. (again. woagh)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

mostly all for the game and simon snow series, have dabbled in & posted even less for check please, captain america, and one direction! i feel like i’m missing something but regardless my fixations are hardcore, so all except like 4k of that posted wc is for either aftg or ss hahahha

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all are andreil! boyfriend privileges (4k, T) / Trigger (62k, E) / flashes of intimacy (10k, t) / Would you still love me if I was a worm? (6k, T) / Inside Thoughts (1k,T)

man this is long, rest is going under the cut lol

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

not very often, but i wish i did. i am stricken with a combination of being really awkward when people are nice to me & being bad at interacting with anyone in ways i fear could be perceived as ingenuine. im not sure if that makes sense LMAO. and sometimes when i put a story out, i kind of feel like i’ve said my piece — i’ve put so much into it that i don’t really know what else to say!

anyway, i always reply to questions, because that’s got clear social boundaries hahaha, and i DO love talking abt my stories!! and sometimes i’ll reply to comments that really get me thinking. but yeah, i know i reply less than i could, and i want to like double down on the fact that i am endlessly grateful for everyone who has ever left a comment on my work <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i have killed simon snow twice lmfao. i’d actually classify icarus as rather hopeful — it’s about grief & healing. but legacies is just fucked up lmfao

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

oh man, i write a lot of happy endings haha. i feel like even when my story is tonally darker (rare), it still has a happy or at least hopeful ending. this is probably not the correct answer, but i think sing of the moon has a really vividly happy ending. like — the sun rises for the first time in the whole fic! amazing. or maybe my high school au, We Can Live Forever, which is just the happiest thing i’ve ever written.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really, thankfully! people are smartasses sometimes but overall ive been lucky. there have been a couple of fics where ive winced before hitting post, but it usually ends up fine

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yessss. i guess i mostly write tender smut, bc i write tender things in general. i think my smut tends to be rather exploratory/playful as well? intentionally sloppy and awkward choreography hahaha

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

sort of LOL. once upon a time i was betaing @tea-brigade's medieval snowbaz au, Reliquary of an Arsonist, and there’s this part where three highway bandits mug simon and baz and then get blasted by simon’s chosen one magic. i am sick in the head so im in the google doc like “lol what if its kandreil.” and then i was like… what if it was kandreil….. and so i wrote Reliquary of a Bandit

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t think so

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!! and i’m really thankful for everyone who has done so <3333 shoutout to russian aftg translators, yall go HARD

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i recently collaborated with @thewholelemon on our episode of Star Trek: Redemption, Heart-Shaped Box. by which i mean: i wrote the outline & a few scenes, got really overwhelmed, and jenny turned it into something worth reading!

i also wrote Good Boy in the snowbaz stoner verse with @starwarned, which was rly fun — we sat in the google doc for like, 5 hours trading back and forth on POVs as we wrote pure porn together LOL. it’s funny to think about this, because lauren knows like everything abt me now but we did not know each other as well back then!!! and we were just like “yeah lets write porn together” hahahahha

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

right now it is deeefinitely andreil… they are everything to me for reasons i just cannot possibly be brief about LOL so ill just leave it at that

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i have a postcanon snowbaz time travel/time loop wip that i was going to try to write for COBB this year but i fucked up the deadlines then the brainrot was like “guess that means more andreil !”. i did SO MUCH research for it and i think it’s rather clever and smutty and fun bc they are yeeted back to watford era! but it’s also dealing with snowbaz, who are in their late 20s and are like in a relationship low point/actively fighting when they end up in the loop… so they are dealing with that tension at the same time as they are trying to get out of the loop. and also fucking around watford to fulfill fantasies HAHAHA

16. What are your writing strengths?

characterization is the thing i care most about! and i think that’s the draw of fanfic in particular to me — i love getting such a grasp on a character that i can translate them into endless situations while still making them feel true to self. i rarely let myself publish anything until i can read through the whole thing without any he would not fucking say that moments hahahha. this is of course pertaining to my own interpretations of the characters, which is the only thing i care abt lmfao

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i rely a lot on body language because im always writing abt reticent fuckers who cant use their words. but i think i sometimes overcompensate, or describe actions that don't actually fit the scene. i've seen this described as "cheek-biting" -- like, throwing in action during a conversation just to delay the pacing/further the tone, but when you really look at it, it's not necessary. (cheek-biting being like, "character bites at their cheek" in the middle of a tense conversation)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i don’t really know any other languages! i think i’ve put a little bit of french in neil/kevin/baz POVs before, but my french knowledge is elementary at best. love the idea of it though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

one direction babyyyyyyyy !! i wrote quite a bit of it in like 2012-2015 but published very little. there’s 1 on my ao3, some lost somewhere on fanfiction.net (i dont rmr my username lol), and tons in my folders from my old laptop lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

hmmmmm. im gonna cheat bc i cant pick a single favorite. i always say i think No Turning Back is some of my best writing from a craft standpoint, and it also includes my favorite type of conflict (andrew self-destructing lol). however, i reread both that fic & We Can Live Forever on a plane trip recently after not having touched either for 6+ months — and the solidness of We Can Live Forever actually surprised me, especially because i wrote the majority of that fic while i was stoned and also view it as just exceedingly silly. the world of it is just very rich, and also very very different from the typical character backstories, and i’m very proud of how much that reread played with my heartstrings.

ok last one — there are several installments of my flashes of intimacy series that i come back to a lot, because i’m proud of what they each accomplish in 500 words. especially because i often turn to those when im trying to express my own emotions lol. specifically, my favorites are picking fights, i don’t mind, swimming lessons, and practicing gratitude.

that was such a bullshit and cocky way to answer this lmfaooooo. but tbh i am my own biggest fan and that is by design — i write stuff so that i can reread it months later and have it be perfectly catered to my tastes. i love all my fics <3

#my writing

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nanatsuyu · 2 years

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I like writing Neil smiling because I feel after he does it genuinely for the first time, it’s like cracking open an egg; he can’t ever go back to knowing what it’s like to have not.

That, and Andrew makes it so, so, so easy to do so.

#aftg #text #otp: nothing is a love language #imagine being andrew and having to deal with neils soft smile every day like andrew hung the moon and stars or something #unbearable completely and utterly horrible i cant believe kisses are the only thing to get rid of it #(they dont get rid of it)#andreil

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willowbird · 3 years

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if you do 16 for the kiss prompt i'll die happily

Kisses to chase away a pouty-face 🧡

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"Well," Dan was saying from the other side of Neil, "at least we don't have a game on Friday."

They were all standing at the edge of the stadium, looking in on the flooded court. Andrew was honestly kind of impressed that a pipe had managed to burst in exactly the right place to be able to put about three inches of standing water in the inner court, making it look like some king of janky attempt at an oversized aquarium that got turned into a kiddie pool for economic reasons.

Kevin was already on the phone with a cleaning crew. He'd called a plumber first and dished out such ruthless, vicious orders for them to get their asses out here as soon as possible that Andrew wouldn't be surprised if they saluted him when they actually showed up. Gotta say it for Kevin, he was nothing if not a man of action.

"But.. the court..." Andrew raised a brow and tore his eyes away from the court to look at Neil, who was wearing the expression of an abandoned puppy who'd just been told there was no Christmas and had then been kicked down the stairs when he thought he was about to be adopted.

It was not cute, just pathetic.

"Contain yourself junkie, it isn't the end of the world."

Andrew only stared back calmly when Neil shot him a scathing glare.

Dan dismissed all of them a few minutes later. Practice was cancelled completely for the day while she and Wymack figured out an alternative for their practices while the court was being fixed up. Since Kevin had decided to use the free afternoon to go to the library and get some research done for one of his assignments, Aaron had vanished to find his cheerleader, and Nicky was hanging out with Matt on some kind of "bro-date" (Andrew hadn't asked and honestly hoped he would never find out), that left Neil and Andrew with the dorm completely to themselves.

Well... It was Neil, Andrew, and Neil's Moping, which filled the dorm with heavy sighs every 3.2 seconds.

He was sitting on the couch, hugging a pillow, his cheeks slightly puffed out with a line creased between his brows like he was thinking far too hard about something utterly stupid.

Still not cute.

Not even the way Neil was chewing on his bottom lip, making its already full shape swell slightly and redden.

Pathetic. Not cute. Pathetic.

Alright. Maybe a little bit cute. But also annoying.

With a heavy sigh, Andrew crossed over to where his idiot sat. He stood in front of him and waited for Neil to look up and acknowledge him. Then, he nodded down toward him. "Yes or no, junkie?"

Neil frowned, confused (because he was an idiot), but nodded.

Andrew took that for the consent it was and tugged the pillow out of his hands to make room for himself, easily straddling the other man's lap. He rolled his eyes at Neil's surprise and cupped his face in both hands. "You are so fucking stupid," he informed helpfully, then kissed him.

It wasn't a hard kiss, or even a hungry one. He kept it small, but with a very pointed purpose. He aimed first for the spot where Neil had been tormenting his own lip with all that worrying, brushing his own lips against the divots made by his teeth and giving an admonishing nip of his own. Then he trailed small kisses to the corner of his mouth until he felt it begin to turn up. Once it did, he brushed his nose in exactly the spot he knew to find Neil's secret dimple. He kissed the spot, then returned to that mouth, kissing and nipping in small pecks and touches all the way to the other side where he did the same. Only when he was sure he'd completely diverted Neil's attention did he finally press their mouths fully together and kiss him like he was in desperate need of air and Neil's lungs was the only place to find it.

They were both panting by the time the kiss broke.

"Wha-.. what was that?" Neil asked, his tone satisfyingly rough and breathy.

Andrew rolled his eyes, but his disdain was probably undercut by the way he was still holding Neil's face, or by the way their foreheads now rested together as they caught their breath.

"You are such an idiot," he grumbled.

He felt more than saw Neil's smile.

"Yeah," his idiot agreed.

Andrew rolled his eyes, and kissed him again.

Send me a prompt for a quick kiss!

#aftg #aftg fanfic #andrew minyard #andreil #my writing #asks #kiss prompts #pouty kisses #neil josten #of stars and moon

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abraxos-is-toothless · 4 years

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Ok ok, I have a couple BUT can I pleeeeeease get, andreil snuggles and cuddles + playful fluff Secondly, henry and alex snuggles and cuddles + playful fluff I WILL LOVE YOU EVEN MORE ❤❤❤

AHHH so, I saw this and my mind just went here and so this is set between my Late Nights fic and I love you, I love you, I love you. You’ll see<3 (Your Alex and Henry cuddles are coming Abi, promise!)

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Andrew was trying, so fucking hard, to not let his stomach muscles tense up. He and Neil were on the sofa, Andrew tucked into the arm with Neil pressed up against his other side, the redhead’s fingers underneath his shirt. His partner was currently tracing idle patterns on his stomach, occasionally just letting his whole hand rest over the little bit of chub there and sighing contentedly. Andrew very rarely told Neil ‘no’ to doing it, unless it was one of his really bad days, because although he hated to admit it, he loved feeling the soft and gentle touches. Be that as it may, he still found himself feeling a little unconscious of his stomach sometimes, despite the fact that Neil loved it, always seemed to find a way to get his hand there. Just like now.

Neil kept trying to tuck his head in closer and closer to Andrew’s neck, rubbing his nose against the skin, sending shivers down his spine. Andrew knew what the other man was after; he always knew when it came to Neil. “Is there something you want, sweetheart?” The hand on his stomach froze, only for a second, before flattening out and pushing up to settle on his ribs.

“I’m tired ‘Drew.” Neil mumbled into his skin. Andrew simply rolled his eyes. He’d said it as if Andrew wasn’t already attuned to him in every way. He pushed himself forward, watching Neil’s brows furrow before pushing him to lie down against the back of the sofa, then lay down himself in front of him. Andrew pushed one arm underneath Neil’s waist to wrap around his back, then brought his free hand up to rub his fingers around the curve of his partner's ear, so, so gently. Neil had been restless lately he knew, was always a bit fidgety in the same way he had been when they’d first met, which scared Andrew a little. This was stupid really because his junkie wasn’t going to run anymore, they faced things together, so he was just patiently waiting for Neil to bring up whatever it was that was bothering him. Neil’s hands were now back under his shirt, one on his soft stomach again, the other on his hip, thumb caressing little circles into his skin.

He’d thought he’d finally got Neil to fall asleep from the tickles to his skin, if the way his ankles rubbed together were any indication, but his partner let out a little sigh before he said a little hesitantly, “Andrew?” Well, that certainly worried him. Neil never actually used anything other than ‘Drew’ now, unless he was being serious or telling Andrew off for being mean to the cats. He definitely wasn’t being mean to the little pests right now.

“What is it?” He asked, pushing Neil’s hair off of his forehead, watching them fall back instantly. Neil chewed on his bottom lip for a minute before Andrew pulled it out from between his teeth.

“I was just wondering...”

Andrew said nothing as he trailed off, letting the redhead gather his thoughts.

“I was just wondering, how do you feel about kids?” Now this, this was unexpected.

“Kids?” He whispered it softly, not wanting to say anything else, just in case Neil started to think the worst. The hand that was on Andrew’s hip stopped moving and squeezed gently, just once, as if Neil was steeling himself to carry on.

“Yeah. I’ve thought about it a lot lately, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I see you with the others’ kids and sometimes, I always find myself imagining what it would be like to have that with you, to have our own.” Neil’s blue eyes dropped down, not looking at him anymore, and he was now playing with an exposed thread on the hem of his shirt. Andrew let his fingers curve around Neil’s chin, tipping his head back up so they were looking at each other once more.

“I’ve thought about it too, Abram.”

“You have?”

“Of course I have, I was a foster kid Neil, my whole life has been dreaming of a family, a thing I never thought I could have.” Neil pulled him in closer, wrapping both arms around his waist and tangling their legs together. Andrew’s arms moved to do the same, pressing their foreheads together and breathing his next words against his partner’s lips. “And then you had the audacity to walk into my life,” a giggle from Neil at that, “and turned everything I believed in upside down. I hated you, I still do sometimes, because you were the one thing, the one thing that had the power to break me if you chose to. And I would have let you, just like now, if you decided that I wasn’t what you wanted anymore. I’d let you go.”

Neil was crying, tears falling onto both his own cheeks and Andrew’s, his hands coming up to hold his face, placing kiss after kiss, all over. “I’m not leaving you Andrew, I could never leave you. I used to believe I was nothing, you’d even agreed to that, but then I realised,” he rubbed their noses together as his fingers threaded through blonde locks, “I realised that I’m nothing without you. You’re everything Andrew. And I would love to start a family with you, if that’s what you want.”

Andrew laughed lightly, eyes roaming Neil’s face as his hands slipped under his shirt, finger tips trailing over scars and soft skin, finding that one freckle he loved so much on Neil’s shoulder. “You are a goddamn idiot. Of course I want that, how could you think I wouldn’t?”

“Because I need things spelled out for me, remember?”

Both of them laughed at that, because yes, sometimes Neil was quite oblivious to things, and there were times where Andrew had to his utter disbelief, explain something out for Neil to actually catch onto what was being discussed. After they ahd calmed down, the two of them settled into one another’s warmth, something that was comforting and just felt so fucking right, Andrew never wanted to be anywhere else.

They spent forever like that, just holding and touching and feeling. There were kisses shared, hands mapping out expanses of skin until Neil’s settled back on the softest part of Andrew, just as he knew they would. Eventually, Andrew went back to running his fingers around the curve of Neil’s ear, listening until his breathing slowed and ankles rubbed together again. Just before Andrew let himself drift, joining Neil in dreams and peace, there were words whispered against the skin of his cheek.

“We’re having a baby.”

There was so much joy in them, so much wonder that he didn’t want Neil to go without hearing Andrew’s reply, the joy he too felt at their latest decision in life.

“Yeah Abram, we’re having a baby.”

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It’s short I know, but I really hope you liked this one<333

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jeni182 · 5 years

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Could i sugest number 4 for the drabble thing? I'd love to read that (andreil ofc)

Yes! Thank you for the suggestion!

Neil watched Andrew take a slow drag of his cigarette, and bit his lip to hold back a small smile.

He wasn’t completely successful.

Because even though they’d been here on this roof a thousand times now and even though the kisses had grown from something heated and urgent into something leisurely and sweet, Neil still marveled at the little things sometimes. Like the very specific way Andrew’s lips wrapped around a cigarette.

“So, are you going to Matt and Dan’s wedding with me?”

“No.”

Neil hummed. “You’re really going to make me go alone? All by myself? Do you know the kind of trouble I can get into without a chaperone?”

Andrew stopped with the cigarette halfway to his mouth. His brows furrowed and Neil could tell he was actually considering the kind of trouble Neil could get into.

“You could just not go,” he finally said. “No one is forcing you.”

Neil scoffed. “I’m the best man, Andrew.”

“And?”

Neil rolled his eyes and plucked the cigarette from Andrew’s fingers.

They were quiet for a few minutes while Neil finished it off, looking out over the lights of campus, breathing in the acrid scent of smoke and hiding under a blanket of night time and stars.

“I’ll go,” Andrew said, breaking the comfortable silence. “But I won’t dance.”

Neil laughed. He tipped his head back and let it escape into the night, allowing himself to feel light. He turned his head to look at Andrew and found him already looking back.

Found him marveling at the little things, too.

“How long have I been going to Eden’s with you? Almost three years now? I’ve never seen you dance before. Not once. I know you can’t. You really think I would ask you to?”

Andrew slowly raised an effortlessly arched brow at him, and Neil titled his head. “What?”

“You think I can’t?”

“I know you can’t.”

After another moment of Andrew’s brows playing a game of ‘what did you just say?’, he stood up and dusted the dirt off of his pants. Neil looked up at him, and when Andrew reached out a hand for him, Neil raised his own brow.

“You’re joking.”

“I don’t joke. Take my fucking hand if you want to live.”

Neil snorted and took Andrew’s hand. Andrew pulled him up, but did not let go. Instead he kept pulling until Neil was flush against him. He arranged them easily somehow, so that his hand was on Neil’s waist and Neil’s hand was on his shoulder, their other hands clasped together.

Neil didn’t have time to think about it before Andrew started to move.

Their only music was the scuff of sneakers against the concrete roof and the sound of cicadas singing a never ending song. The moon was their spotlight and the roof where they’d talked and kissed and hooked up and confessed to hard won truths was their dance floor.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” Neil whispered. He didn’t want to break whatever spell this was.

“I didn’t know you couldn’t,” Andrew replied, avoiding Neil’s feet when he fumbled and turning them in place.

Neil shrugged. “I’ve never had the chance to show you how terrible I am.”

Andrew didn’t respond. He kept them moving, but slowed down. They went from traveling around the rooftop to slowly swaying in place. Neil was barely breathing. Andrew was looking him in the eyes and there was something so stark and honest about it, it felt like a confession.

He didn’t know who moved first. He rarely did. But they were still swaying while they kissed, and Neil thought this might be his favorite kiss of all.

“Andrew?” Neil asked on an exhale.

“What?”

“You absolutely have to dance with me at this wedding now.”

Andrew kissed him one more time before letting go. Neil watched as he lit another cigarette, cupping his hand around the light so the night breeze wouldn’t carry it away.

“Absolutely not.”

Neil smiled at his back as he walked away, and thought maybe this wedding wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#aftg #andrew minyard #all for the game #neil josten #andreil #tfc #the foxhole court #aftg drabble #drabble challenge

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shutupandshipit · 4 years

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Magic in the Blood - Ch.2

Summary: “You used magic on me,” Neil said, mildly accusing. He opened his eyes, staring into the glowing honey gold of Andrew’s eyes.

“Don’t I always?”

Instead of answering, Neil asked, “Yes or no?” because his hands were aching to run along Andrew’s skin, up his toned thighs, to tug him down over him. …..

Or where everything is the same, but magic exists. The school year is over, there’s no more practices until mid-summer and for the first time, Neil can spend his time the way he wants. Without suppressants muddling his system and Andrew sober, they’ve got magical and logistical issues to work through.

And then there’s the new Foxes when they show which is a whole other magical nightmare of itself.

Pairing: Andreil

Rating: T

Previous <- Chapter 1

Chapter 3 -> Next

Disclaimer: All dialogue, characters and events used from the book for this chapter belong to Nora Sakovic.

Chapter 2: Milport, Arizona

Neil:

Neil sat in the bleachers staring up at the sky. The double suppressants he'd taken before the game were beginning to wear off, enough for him with some difficulty to clear the sky of the few wispy clouds still scudding across the sky. The stars were washed out by the stadium lights, but that was neither here nor there. With the bitter taste of loss on his tongue, he didn't want to think of the possibilities the stars harbored. He simply wanted to ingest the energy the moon provided.

Of course, the moon wasn't in the sky either.

Neil felt Coach Hernandez before he even opened the door. There was a vibration that people who didn't have magic released. It felt like feathers against his skin. Sometimes it was soothing, other times it set his nerves on edge. Today, it only sent a jagged edge through his body.

As Coach Hernandez pushed open the stadium door, Neil clutched his cigarette tighter.

“I didn't see your parents at the game.”

This conversation was a song and dance Neil knew all too well. They'd been through it multiple times over his time in Millport, and he was tired. He knew Hernandez was just worried about him, about the sleeping on school grounds, about his parents never being around, but that only made it harder for him. So he let himself be pulled through the conversation until Hernandez said something that put him on full alert.

“There's someone here to see you.”

Startled, Neil snapped his eyes back to Hernandez. There was no other magic in the stadium that he could feel, no other magic close by anyway. His senses could have been dulled by the suppressants still, but that never lasted for more than an hour or two after the game. If there was anyone powerful close by, he should have been able to feel them.

That, unfortunately, meant nothing for his safety.

In the years he'd been on the run, he'd learned that someone didn't need magic to hurt him. Magic wasn't what made people deadly.

Jumping to his feet, Neil made to run. There was a man standing at the top of the stadium steps, staring down at them. Neil's panic must have been worse than he thought because he couldn't sense either Coach Hernandez or the new man now. He stopped, clutching at the strap of his duffle. “I don't know you.”

“He's from a university. He came to see you play tonight,” Coach Hernandez tried to explain, but Neil just shook his head.

“Bullshit,” Neil snapped, eyes still on the man. “No one recruits from Millport. No one knows where it is.” He should know, he'd placed a tracker block in himself after his mother had died. The tracker block should have pulled anyone's eyes who were looking for him away from Millport. They shouldn't have even been able to see the town on a map, but then again, he'd always been miserable at protection spells. No matter how hard his mother tried to beat the magic into him, he could never seem to pick it up. His magic was too geared towards chaos like his father's much to her frustration.

“There's this thing called a map. You might have heard of it. I might not have any magic, but I do have the internet.”

Coach Hernandez cut in, explaining, “He's here because I sent him your file. He put out a note saying he was short on his striker line, and I figured it was worth a shot. I didn't tell you because I didn't know if anything would come of it and I didn't want to get your hopes up.”

“You did what?” He was horrified. Magic began boiling in his stomach, scorching him from the inside out. The suppressants were doing their job of holding his magic in, but that only made him hot and painfully itchy.

Overhead, black storm clouds crept in.

“I tried contacting your parents when he asked for a face-to-face tonight,” Coach Hernandez explained, standing but not moving closer to Neil, “but they haven't returned my messages. You said they'd try to make it.”

Neil didn't turn his eyes from the other Coach, wary and watchful. “They did. They couldn't.” As always, the lie tasted like battery acid on his tongue despite that the lie was familiar. While he was good at lying -at least he thought he was- his magic always deemed to remind him that that was exactly what he was doing.

The look the man gave him said that he could taste it too, but he didn't comment. He launched straight into his spiel, “Listen, I can't wait for them. It's stupid late in the season for me to be here, I know, but I had some technical difficulties with my last recruit. Coach Hernandez said you still haven't chosen a school for fall. Works out perfectly, doesn't it? I need a striker sub, and you need a team. All you have to do it sign on the dotted line and you're mind for five years.”

“You can't be serious,” Neil scoffed, but he couldn't taste the lie, and that was the stranger part. He didn't know if there was a way to block a lie detector charm, but he needed it if there was.

The man shrugged. “Very serious and very out of time.”

The man tossed down a file that had Neil's name written on the edge in bold black lettering with the word 'MAGICLESS' just under his name. He didn't look at it. That file was a screaming reminder that he'd been found, that he was on someone's radar even if that someone didn't want to hurt him.

Neil's magic was roiling harshly in his belly, needing to be released as the suppressants came to the end of their rope. The Coaches couldn't be around when they wore off, not only because neither of them knew he had magic, but because his magic was explosive and dangerous right after suppressants. Chaotic magic hated being cooped up the most out of all the magics. If they were around when he went off, they would be hurt or even killed standing this close to him.

Sweat beaded down his temple. He could have listed to his mother. He should have stayed off the court when she told him he'd never play Exy again, and suddenly the 22 names and massive amounts of magic they'd both used felt like an effort in futility. Exy was the only thing he had at the end of the day, and he didn't want to be exiled from the court, but college and Exy weren't a future he could have. He shouldn't even be thinking about the future.

“Please go away,” Neil said, the battery acid thick across his tongue only he thought it was actual bile this time.

“It's a bit sudden, but I really do need an answer tonight. The Committee's been hounding me since Janie got locked up.”

Neil's stomach dropped out from under him. “Foxes. Palmetto State University.”

Coach David Wymach stared back at him, not at all surprised, “I guess you've seen the news.”

Well, he'd certainly done that. Janie smalls, Palmetto striker sub, had been found in a bathtub by her best friend with a note that said she had to let the magic out. And that was terrifying. Neil had never personally seen someone's magic make them go crazy, but he knew it was possible. He knew that sometimes despite being born with magic, their body and magic began to reject each other. He'd heard that it was hereditary, but he'd also heard that it could develop over time. The most cases he'd heard of were about pregnant women. With their body chemistry going through so many changes, sometimes their magic didn't make the adjustments like it should.

Neil had always thought that was a terrifying prospect while silently hoping that one day his father's magic would do that same.

Neil couldn't sign with the Foxes. They were in the new every other week for something or other, usually magic related. They were made up of talented rejects, junkies and kids whose magic made them nuts or that they never had control of to begin with. In short, they were a fucking mess.

Then there was Kevin Day, and there was no way Neil could meet him. He'd recognize him immediately, and even if he didn't recognize his face, if he felt his magic- That's be it. He'd recognize Neil immediately. His and his father's magic were one in the same, so similar they were nearly identical at times.

“You can't be here.”

“Yet here I stand. Need a pen?”

“No,” Neil said, tightening his fingers around his bag strap until his knuckles pressed white against his skin, “No. I'm not playing for you.”

“I misheard you.”

“You signed Kevin.”

“And Kevin signed you, so-”

That was it for Neil. Kevin knew who he was and where he was, and he needed to be out of there. Praying to Tyche, Neil bolted for the door, but his goddess wasn't with him that night. He felt the magic, roiling and chaotic and forcibly restrained, a moment before he saw the man. He hesitated for barely a moment, and that was where he fucked up. A racquet slammed into his stomach. Crumpling to the floor, he wheezed as his magic crawled up his throat, choking him.

Andrew:

“Wymack's been out there for quite a long time,” Andrew said breezily, plucking at the taught strings of a goalie stick he'd taken from the rack in the corner, “It might not be going so well.”

“We'll get him. He can't say no.”

Andrew grinned nastily. “That's what you thought of me, yet here we are.”

Kevin grumbled under his breath, but didn't answer.

Andrew knew that Kevin'f failure to convince him to sign with the Ravens still stung, and he loved to poke at the sore spot. Sometimes, he managed to elicit a stronger response, and he was mildly disappointed that he wasn't going to get anything more.

Andrew needed a distraction from the feeling of stale magic in the locker room. Too many suppressants and magic leaking out of the player's pores by the end of the game. He could feel it on his tongue like a film, the taste musty, and he ran his teeth along the top of his tongue to try and scrape the feeling away.

“We're not leaving until he says yes,” Kevin said vehemently.

Annoyance skittered across Andrew's nerves. He leaned on the stick, unconvinced and unimpressed. He was just getting ready to throw back a scathing remark when he felt the brush of another person's magic, frantic with fear.

Standing straight, Andrew held the racquet at the ready.

The man came barreling through the door, hesitating just long enough that Andrew caught a glimpse of the hesitation before he slammed the racquet into his stomach.

Neil Josten dropped to the floor immediately, dry heaving. Even through the haze of his drugs, he could see the bright flickers of color spilling from his lips instead of bile.

Andrew's magic reached out for Neil, wanting to heal the wound he'd inflicted, always wanting to heal. He just let his magic flail at the end of its reach under the influence of his drugs and his own limitations.

As fleeting as it was, he felt Neil's magic more strongly than he did even Kevin's which was interesting. That could have been due to the suppressants every athlete was required to take before a game, but game suppressants only lasted for the length of a normal game. Whatever was putting a lid on Neil's magic, they were much stronger than game suppressants, but they weren't strong enough.

What was most interesting though was the fact that Neil was supposed to be magicless, but that couldn't be further from the truth it seemed.

Andrew stared down at the heaving body, wanting to rip him to shreds as their magics collided and interlaced in sporadic spurts. That wouldn't have been a problem if his magic had simply rejected the interruption like it did all other magics, but it didn't. Instead, it collected and stored Neil Josten's magic like charging a battery.

Andrew grinned manically.

Wymack pushed through the door. “God damn it, Minyard! This is why we can't have nice things!”

“Oh, Coach, if he was nice, he wouldn't be any use to us, would he?” Andrew asked.

“He's no use to us if you break him.”

They went back and forth like that for a moment before he met Neil's eyes. The glared he leveled on Andrew wouldn't have been anything special if he didn't see the lightning streak across his irises. No, not across them... behind them... He was wearing colored contacts.

Andrew narrowed his eyes. 'Oh, this one might be interesting after all.'

“Better luck next time,” Andrew told him, but he didn't miss the smallest of flinches.

“Fuck you.”

…..

Neil:

“What are you thinking about?” Andrew asked, startling Neil out of his road hypnosis.

Neil blinked quickly, checking all the mirrors before glancing over at Andrew. “The first time we met.” He hadn't known Andrew was awake or how long he'd been watching him, but he was still curled up against the window, the sun shining gold in his hair. He was soft and sleepy and beautiful.

“Why?”

Neil shrugged. “I don't know.” He was quiet for a moment. “What were you dreaming about?”

Andrew straightened, glancing around to gauge where they were. “How could you tell I was dreaming?”

“You twitch and mumbled in your sleep sometimes.”

Andrew was silent for a moment. “The first time we met.”

The silence returned, thicker but still comfortable. They were always surprised when their magic did that, pulled their thoughts in the same direction. It was almost like telepathy, but without the direct communication. Both of them could live with indirect communication, but they knew they'd go nuts with telepathy. They couldn't be that entranced in each others minds all the time.

Neil smiled. “What did you think of me?”

“That you'd be interesting, but not worth the trouble.”

“I just thought you were an asshole,” Neil said with a laugh.

“I still am,” Andrew said matter-of-factly.

Neil laughed again, and took the next off ramp down towards a truck stop.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #my writing #magic in the blood #magic user au #witch au #background chapter

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wesawbears · 5 years

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For @andreil-minyasten for the @aftgexchange! They asked for fairy tale au, so here’s some loose Jerejean Cinderella au. I hope you enjoy! It was a lot of fun to write! Also, throw up some balloons for the first thing I’ve written for AFTG since December.

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Once upon a time, there was a village. And in that village, there were all the trappings of a typical fairy-tale life, though none of its inhabitants would know it. There were cottages, forests, even a castle and a charming prince. Life was good, for every person, animal, and creature in between.

If you were to ask Jean Moreau to describe said village, though, he would tell you about the dingy, dusty kitchen he’d worked in half his life, about scrubbing the floors until his hands bled. Or he would tell you about the small attic where he slept (when he was allowed to sleep), where the sunlight could only come in through a small crack in the ceiling. Some whispered that magic was still alive in the village, but if it did, Jean didn’t believe in it. He didn’t believe in much anymore, truth be told.

The morning the fateful letter arrived, he couldn’t tell you how many mornings had passed since he came to the village, but he could say it was the first royal decree he’d ever seen. He retrieved the letter and brought it to Master Tetsuji, who read over it carefully. Jean didn’t presume to ask the contents unless he was told.

“A royal ball,” Tetsuji said, startling Jean out of his reverie. “This is good. A chance to make deals and prepare. We will have to put our best foot forward.”

Jean nodded and took the letter back. In his haste to continue his chores (good fortune for them meant more work for Jean), he forgot to take the letter out of his pocket, which would turn out to be a bit of magic.

When chance told him to unfold and read the note later that night, his eyes gravitated to the words, “all citizens, high and low, are encouraged to attend.” Once, perhaps, that may have given him hope, for maybe, there would be someone who knew of his family, of the deal, someone who could take him away. Now, though, he folded it back up and went to sleep.

The day of the ball came and the master and his wretched nephew were sent off with little fuss. Faced with a night off, he made his way to the garden. The sun was too brutal for him, but at night, the moon was enough light to soothe his frayed nerves. He had long ago learned to make his way around in the dark.

He sat quietly on a bench at the edge of the garden and looked up to the moon and stars.

“Why aren’t you at the ball?” came a voice from above him.

Jean startled and looked up. A young woman with hair as silver as the moon looked down at him. “Who are you?” he asked.

“My name is Renee. You didn’t answer my question.”

Jean scowled. “There would be no place for me at a royal ball. How did you get in here anyway? The gate is locked.”

The woman-Renee-tilted her head and smiled. “I’m here because you want me to be.”

Jean frowned. “I don’t even know who you are. How could I have wished you here?”

“Perhaps not in words. But in your heart, you wished for an escape.”

His lips twisted in a wry smile. “And you think if I go to the ball, all my dreams will come true?”

“Why not?”

He shook his head in derision, but Renee pressed on. “What do you have to lose?”

That made him pause, for truly, what did he have to lose? What more could be taken from him?

“The ball has already started. By the time I walked there, it would be over. Besides, they wouldn’t let me in, the way I’m dressed.”

Renee smiled at that and waved her hand. Suddenly, he was no longer in his tattered rags, but in fine clothes, nicer than anything he knew he owned.

“What…”

“There is magic in this land, whether you believe in it or not. Now, I ask, would you like to go to the ball?”

And while his head said no, the little voice in his heart that had laid dormant for years pushed through his mouth and answered, “Yes.”

Before he could process what he’d said, he was at the palace, in a line to get in. He was sure he would be turned away, but he was let in without a fuss. He found himself in the grand ballroom, a room where the ceiling seemed as far away as the sky. He kept to the edges, watching people dance and laugh. It was dizzying, being around this many people, feeling as though the entire world was sharing proximity with him.

In a fit of panic, he fled, not caring where he ended up or what direction he was going. In his haste, he didn’t realize he was about to crash into someone. He blanched and helped them up.

“I am sorry. I-”

The man he knocked over stood and brushed himself off. “No harm done. Are you alright? You look half frightened to death.”

The man had kind eyes, and Jean swore he looked familiar, though he couldn’t place why. “I’m-I don’t know.”

The man nodded sympathetically. “Would you like to talk about it? I know the best hiding places in the castle.”

Something in the man’s easy smile compelled him to take the offered hand and follow his lead. He led them to a small alcove, not far from the kitchens. Maybe the man was a servant like him.

“Do you work here in the palace?”

Something flickered in the man’s face, but it passed quickly. “Something like that. I’m Jeremy, by the way.”

“That’s the prince’s name.”

“It’s common enough. And your name?”

“Jean.”

Jeremy smiled. “It’s very nice to meet you, Jean. What part of the kingdom are you from?”

And despite- or perhaps because-he had known Jeremy for only a few minutes, he told him all about the little farmhouse he’d grown up in, how his mother had told him all about the magic that inhabited their home.

Jeremy seemed enthralled. “And is your family here?”

At that, Jean’s expression closed once more. “My family died when I was ten. My position at the estate is a formality.”

“Your position?”

“I am just a servant.”

“In your family’s home?”

“It is what it is.”

Jeremy looked as though he wanted to say more, but restricted himself to asking, “And they treat you well, at least?”

Jean snorted. “They treat me as well as they’re able.”

“If they own the land, can you not buy it back from them?”

“You would have to be the king to afford that.”

Jeremy gave a funny laugh and let the conversation drift elsewhere. He learned that Jeremy had spent his whole life in the palace. He was known for stealing pastries, but the kitchen staff liked him enough to ignore it. He found the alcove they were in once to avoid getting caught with his contraband and no one yet had found it. He found himself drawn in by Jeremy, losing track of time until the clock struck midnight. His master would be arriving home soon.

“I must go.”

“But-why?”

“My master...if I am not home when he arrives, I will be punished.”

“Stay. Please.”

“Jeremy...I cannot.”

Jeremy’s face turned resolute. “What if I were to pay for your home?”

“How could you afford that on a servant’s wages.”

“I’m not a servant. I’m the prince.”

Jean’s world turned slightly. “You’re-what?”

Jeremy had the decency to look slightly guilty. “I-it was nice talking to someone who seemed to like me for me, instead of my title. I hope you can forgive me.”

Jean looked wary. “I-I cannot ask you to pay for my debt.”

“You didn’t. I offered. You’ve been so lovely, I couldn’t bear to know I’d allowed you to go back there. It’s your home. You should have it.”

“How can I repay you?”

Jeremy flushed a bit. “The joy of your company?”

“I am no fit consort for a prince.”

“Luckily I’ve never been very good at doing the expected thing.” He smiled that lopsided, beautiful smile and squeezed Jean’s hand. “Stay. And let me handle the rest.”

Jean squeezed back and allowed Jeremy to pull him into an embrace. The stayed in the alcove all night and by the time the sun rose in the morning, royal guards had been dispatched to Jean’s little farmhouse to send Tetsuji away. Jean, of course, didn’t know this yet, too warm from Jeremy’s head on his shoulder and hand in his.

#aftg #jerejean #jean moreau #jeremy knox #the foxhole court

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aftgficrec · 2 years

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Could you please find some fics where Andrew and Neil meet before Palmetto? (And either stick together or find each other again later) canon or au, any and all!!

Hi, anon! Here we have andreil childhood friends to lovers. -A

also see:

andreil friends to lovers 3 here

andreil high school friends to lovers here

andreil enemies to lovers 2 here

previous recs:

Andreil meet pre-canon 3 here (with links to asks for andreil meeting in foster care, juvie, on the run, and more)

andreil knew each other before millport here

Neil on the run alone here

Neil meets the foxes pre-canon here

more like ‘If You Must’ here

teenage Andrew w/crush on Neil here

kandreil childhood friends to lovers here

‘None But You’ here

‘Guardian Angel’ series, ‘next step is out the door,’ and ‘Andreil Text AU’ here

‘in your eyes i could be anyone (but i'm no one)’ here (updated)

‘waiting up for better things’ here

‘Band AU’ here

‘Camisado - An Emo Alternative Meeting AU’ here

‘Stranger To Stay’ here (updated)

“Lilac Sunglasses” and ‘Dead, Not Yet Buried’ (updated) here

‘Restless’ here

‘Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons…,’ ‘forgetmenot,’ and ‘Say You'll Stay’ here

‘How to Be a Human Being’ series here

‘What Once Was Lost’ here

‘My (Baby) Shot Me Down’ here

‘Don’t Break the Seal’ here

‘this isn't home (but it's close enough)’ here

high school:

non-angsty kid/high school here

soft high school aus here

oblivious andreil here

andrew is neil’s first kiss here

high school andreil here

high school crushes here

favourite Harry Potter aus here

‘Not Another Highschool AU’ here (completed)

‘Meeting Finally’ and ‘inexperienced’ here

‘I hate you so much it makes me sick’ here (completed)

‘In My Defense, I Have None’ here (completed)

‘I'd Never Want to Complicate Your Heart’ (Heartstopper) here

‘Clear as Day’ here

tell me the story (of who i am) by scribbleb_red [Rated M, 14663 Words, Incomplete, Updated May 2022, AFTG Mixtape Exchange]

One last roadtrip. One last chance to save a friendship.

14 years ago, Andrew and Neil met on a beach. It was hate at first sight. At least until they realised they were both looking for Alice Flagg's grave - it was a bonding moment that shaped them for a decade. They travelled the length of South Carolina, then the USA, then Europe. Nothing could break them apart. Until Baltimore.

Now, two years have gone by in silence and their friendship is almost as abandoned as the dust towns they used to visit.

Can one last road trip bring them back to where they used to be? Can it save a friendship (perhaps even make it into something more)? Or is it all over for Andrew and Neil?

tw: implied/referenced child abuse

It's You by 100SleeplessNights [Rated G, 1189 Words, Complete, 2022]

Andrew asks Neil if he can kiss him and Neil can't say yes because he doesn't just have feelings for Andrew but also for someone he is talking to online.

Dead! by honeyyghostt [Not Rated, 12156 Words, Incomplete, Updated March 2022]

Andrew grows up with his father, a powerful crime lord that faked his death one too many times, and knew Neil since they were kids.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: gun violence, tw: murder

Spill Your Secrets, Your Fears, Your Truths by Fox_Fan13 [Not Rated, 4041 Words, Complete, 2021]

Neil and Andrew have been best friends since they were kids, but after a mistake happens (even thought it's not), Neil doesn't know what to do when Andrew distances himself. He'll just have to figure it out.

false front (real memory) by moth_writes [Rated T, 9075 Words, Complete, AFTG Reverse Big Bang, 2021]

Neil's met all of the Foxes before.

tw: violence, tw: blood/gore, tw: murder, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: implied/referenced chid abuse

NB: art prompt by @fornavn; find another fic for this art, ‘I Remember You’ in our ask Neil meets the foxes pre-canon here

Drabble City by alex_wh0 [Rated T, Collection, Last Updated May 2021]

Chapter 11: Andrew/Neil [1677 Words]

AU where Andrew is a tattoo artist and Neil is a runaway

Chapter 13: Andrew/Neil [943 Words]

Inspired by Alina and Mal from Shadow and Bone writing letters to each other and never receiving them. And also by Radiohead and their iconic :I want you to notice when I'm not around" line from Creep.

About the Both of Us (and the in between) by high_queen_emory42 [Rated T, 2486 Words, Complete, 2022]

What if Neil "Abram" and Andrew met in juvie?

Cue angst, secrets being unearthed, a second chance, and healing wounds.

Pipe dream by Rainbowflashing [Not Rated, 1141 Words, Complete, 2019]

I don’t know what this is to be honest, enjoy.

Freckles Like Stars by nerdzeword [Rated T, 5021 Words, Complete, AFTG Mixtape Exchange 2022]

“Hurry up. You’re letting the hot air out.” the boy looked at him suspiciously, which, fair. But he must have seen something trustworthy in Andrew’s face, as he eventually nodded slowly, and crawled through the tiny window.

“You’re freezing. Here.” Andrew pulled the threadbare quilt he had brought from his third house off of the bed and threw it over the boy’s shoulders. The boy rubbed the fabric through his fingers like he had never felt such a thing before. He still didn’t say anything, and Andrew didn’t press. He would like people to stop asking him questions too.

i hope you are the one who stays by archiveofourfoxes [Rated G, 3143 Words, Complete, 2022]

Andrew doesn’t even know how he’d found that bar, in the end.

It’s not his style at all, he hasn’t even heard music like this since—

It doesn’t matter.

we'll sit by the river again by BlueJay26 [Rated T, 22239 Words, Complete, 2021]

George Banks (British, 9 years old, birthday December 3rd, likes fast cars) is actually 8 when he and Andrew Doe promise each other they won’t forget the other. Ever.

9 years and 6 months later Nathaniel Hatford goes to his one remaining contact to ask for refuge.

In which, Neil is a witch looking for safety, Andrew is a grumpy bookseller who just wants to finish a book in peace, and playground promises and homemade time loops keep interfering.

tw: gun violence, tw: canonical character death, tw: child neglect and abuse, tw: implied/referenced child use of alcohol and drugs, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm

Drag you down by sandalwood0806 [Not Rated, 4977 Words, Incomplete, Updated April 2022]

And the third thing he noticed was that the boy who was so terribly injured, who despite all the injuries looked at them with a blank expression which can rival andrews ,was none other than Abram.

Or the one where neil and andrew met when they were younger and then seperated when andrew chose aaron over neil. But now neil is back in andrews life when he and the foxes are ready to take on the ravens and destroy riko moriyama.

of gods and monsters by aflyingcoffeebean [Rated T, 30031 Words, Complete, 2019]

His mother says these woods are cursed, bathed in the blood of a god long dead. From a time even before his family claimed them as their own. Abram sometimes wonders if it was his ancestors that killed the god, if they won the land through slaughter. That is what they’re known for, bloodshed.

Abram meets a boy in the woods one night and his life is changed forever.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: child abandonment, tw: torture, tw: child abuse, tw: child slavery, tw: blood/gore, tw: violence

Pieces of Ideas for Works by Paradoxolotl [Not Rated, Collection, Last Updated March 2022]

Chapter 34: Andrew with the Wesninskis [459 Words]

Andrew grows up alongside Nathaniel Wesninski.

Chapter 42: Goodbye [196 Words]

Neil and Andrew, childhood friends, plan on running away

Neil works for the Hatfords, is already dating Andrew and join the foxes anyway by @kevinexyqueen [Tumblr, 2020]

- so, andrew and neil meet in juvie when neil was like 14

headcanon that neil met all the foxes while on the run, they just didn't realise it by @cyrariels, @my-friends-are-foxes [Tumblr, 2021]

- it started with renee

- not chronologically, exactly, but it was the first encounter that neil remembered

Art

Heartstopper AU? Anyone? art by @baylecn

au where they meet when Neil is still Nathaniel art by @flightyfoxart

Kid!AU feat. Chubby Andrew and Smitten Neil art by @chuck-the-goon

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leahlisabeth · 5 years

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37 for andreil!! 💕

Thanks for prompting! I had a lot of fun with this one!

This also can be found on AO3!

“Why did I let you talk me into this anyway?” Andrew grumbled as he stumbled into yet another patch of muddy ground. His feet were heavy from the mud coating the soles and he practically had to change his gait to accommodate for it. When they started out he had scraped the mud off on the trees every time but he was no beyond fed up.

“I’ve never been camping,” Neil said. “And Nicky couldn’t bear the thought of me missing another ‘essential growing up memory.’”

Andrew groaned. He was going to kill Nicky. First, for teaching Neil about air quotes. Second, for teaching Neil about FOMO. Third, for ruining Andrew’s favourite boots. “Are we almost there?”

Neil consulted the map, brow furrowed. “I think so? I think Nicky drew this himself and it’s not exactly to scale.”

Andrew trudged up beside Neil and snatched the map. It was definitely hand drawn and it made almost zero sense.

“I think that’s the rock outcropping we just passed and I’ve been keeping the stream on our left. It should be just over this hill,” Neil explained.

“If it isn’t, we’re going back. Fuck camping!” Andrew said, pushing on ahead.

Neil caught up right away because somehow he had managed to miss the worst of the mud so he wasn’t dragging another fifty pounds on the soles of his feet.

They reached the top of the hill and saw the end of the trail. Nicky had borrowed Matt’s truck and it was parked by a small pit and three tents were set up around the perimeter of the clearing. Nicky was perched on a log by the fire, setting up a spit to roast the fish in the basket beside him. Andrew marched over to his cousin and placed his hands around his neck.

“Andrew, you made...erk,” Nicky choked as his airway was almost closed off.

“Why did we have to hike in when clearly we could have driven?” Andrew asked dangerously.

Nicky wheezed. “Not enough room for everyone. Neil’s camping experience.”

“I’ll show you camping experience,” Andrew growled.

“Andrew,” Erik’s mild voice came from the door of one of the tents. “Can you maybe wait to kill my fiance until after I’ve married him?”

Neil caught up and dragged Andrew away, laughing. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

“I mind.” Andrew glared back at his cousin. “I mind very much.”

Neil leaned in close. “I’ll make it up to you later.” Promise coloured his voice and Andrew could feel himself blushing.

“Fine,” Andrew growled. “I won’t kill him so long as he remembered to bring stuff for s’mores.”

“What do you take me for?” Nicky asked. “I promised Neil a classic camping experience. I brought like five bags of marshmallows.”

Andrew nodded. “You’ve earned yourself a stay of execution but you’re on thin fucking ice.”

“Which tent is ours?” Neil asked.

“Yours is there,” Nicky gestured to the one on the right. “Katelyn and Aaron are on the left and Erik and I are in the center.”

“Where is Aaron, anyway?” Neil asked.

“He and Katelyn went to check out the swimming hole. If you value your eyes, I suggest you not join them,” Erik said, coming to join them by the fire.

Neil flushed red and didn’t argue. He didn’t say anything to Aaron when they returned, flushed and dripping wet with buttons mismatched and hair in wild tangles.

Supper was okay. Erik had caught plenty of fish for all of them and Nicky was surprisingly good at preparing them over the campfire. They were crisp on the outside but melted on the tongue. He’d also wrapped some potatoes in foil and baked them over the coals.

The sun was going down, turning the sky to pink and orange flame and Nicky rummaged around in the bed of the truck, coming out with a couple grocery bags full of marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers.

Aaron showed Neil how to find a good straight green stick and peel off all the bark. Andrew watched too. He had only had s’mores once, when Cass and Richard had taken him camping for Labor Day weekend. They had their own metal sticks for roasting and he had never had to find his own. It had been a good weekend, one of the last before Drake had started coming home to visit.

The first marshmallow he roasted burst into flame. He managed to blow it out before it got completely charred. The sticky sweetness was a little bitter from the burnt sugar and the inside was still solid because it had cooked too fast but it was still delicious with the warm chocolate and the graham cracker.

Neil tried one. He managed about half before he fed the rest of it to Andrew. Andrew’s next marshmallow was more even and he was sudden;y grateful for a boyfriend who didn’t enjoy sweets because even though Neil was not interested in eating more s’mores, he was thrilled by the challenge of roasting a perfect golden brown marshmallow and Andrew could stuff himself with his own and with Neil’s.

After a while, long before all the marshmallows were gone, Andrew sat back and tossed his stick into the fire. His stomach was heavy and full, lips still sticky from marshmallow. Neil copied him and leaned back, a solid weight at his side. Andrew turned his head to look over at Neil. Neil’s expression was soft and he carefully leaned forward and kissed him.

“Mmm, tastes better that way,” Neil grinned cheekily.

Nicky squealed from across the fire and Neil jumped away.

Andrew glared at Nicky, who had to grace to look sorry.

“Let’s tell ghost stories!” Nicky said, rubbing his hands together gleefully.

A chorus of groans sounded around the campfire.

“Nicky, why?” Aaron asked.

“Neil? Have you ever heard ghost stories around a campfire?” Nicky asked.

“Uh...no…” Neil said slowly.

“Well there you have it. Authenticity is key.” Nicky stood and dug through his bag for the flashlight. “I’ll go first.”

Neil settled back in at Andrew’s side now that the attention was off of him once more.

“It happened in a place much like this. The forest was old and dark, full of forgotten spaces. A little girl lived on the edge of the forest in a tiny house with her mother and father and big sister. The older girl despised her younger sister. She had been happy before she came along to steal her parents love.

“One night, the little girl was sleeping soundly when her older sister came in and carried her away. She carried her for hours until the last light from nearby towns disappeared from the sky and the last sound from any road faded into the distance and no path but her own footsteps marred the ground beneath her feet. She laid her sister at the foot of an old oak tree and silently slipped away, covering her trail behind her.

“When the little girl woke, she was alone. There was no sound but the birds and the whispering of wind through the trees. There was no light but the stars. She tried to find her way home but she was too far away and she kept going around in circles until she wound up back at the beginning at the foot of the old oak tree.

“She sat down and wept and the cold stole her breath and time stole her life and no one came looking here for this one little lost girl.

“The spirit of the oak tree took pity on her. He grew a blanket of moss to cover her. He sent out tendrils from his roots to wind around her limbs and make her dance in the light of the moon. He whispered to her trapped soul and fanned the flames of her anger until they burned bright and all she dreamed of was revenge on her big sister who had wronged her.

“The story would end here if her sister were smart enough to stay away. But she crept back the next summer to see the place her little sister lay but she did not find a body, she found a little girl dressed in green, leaves through her hair, and an unnatural light burning in her eyes, dancing in the moonlight.

“Sister,” the little girl cried. “You’ve returned to dance with me!”

“The big sister turned to run but it was too late. The little girl ran after her and wound her arms around her, hugging her tight and forcing the breath from her body. The oak tree clothed her too after her death and now both of them dance on nights the moon is full. They will not bother you unless they sense that you have been cruel to your own flesh and blood, like not listening to his great ideas or having a bad attitude when he tries to do something nice. If they look into your heart and see your cruelty, they’ll bind you too and turn you into a puppet…”

“What the fuck, Nicky?” Aaron interrupted.

“Cruelty includes interrupting your cousin’s ghost story,” Nicky said primly.

Andrew scooped up a few pine cones from the ground and began tossing them into Nicky’s hair. Neil giggled breathlessly at his side.

“I don’t know why I even bother,” Nicky muttered.

“Is that supposed to be fun?” Neil asked.

Nicky threw up his hands and dragged Erik to his feet. “Come, my love, we’re going to take a walk in the moonlight. Leave these assholes to stew in their bad attitudes.”

Erik wrapped his arms around Nicky from behind and whispered in his ear. Nicky giggled and willingly led the way into the dark.

Aaron rolled his eyes and he and Katelyn went into their tent. Andrew could hear them talking and laughing in low tones but he couldn’t hear what was being said.

He and Neil were left alone to sit by the fire.

“What do you think of camping?” Andrew finally asked.

“Some of it’s nice,” Neil said. “I like having a fire and the food was good. The few times I’ve slept outside, we were staying in the car and we didn’t dare light a fire to give away our position. It was old gas station snacks and dressing in every piece of clothing we owned and still shivering until we could get back on the road.”

“Your life is a fucking tragedy,” Andrew said, rubbing his hand carefully up and down Neil’s side.

Neil grinned at him wickedly. “But I’m not so sure about this whole ghost thing. I’m so scared. Hold me.”

Andrew found himself suddenly holding a lapful of warm and willing Neil. “Ghosts aren’t real, for God’s sake!” But he tightened his arms around Neil anyway.

“I’m glad I have a big strong man to protect me,” Neil said, leaning close.

Andrew could see exactly what Neil wanted and he wanted it too. He caught Neil’s mouth in a deep kiss. Maybe camping wasn’t so bad after all.

“Stop your gross flirting!” Aaron shouted from his tent, breaking up their kiss. “I can hear every word.”

Neil laughed and instead of returning to the hot and searing kiss, he lay his head on Andrew’s shoulders. They both watched the stars.

#i wrote this #andreil #aftg #camping trip #crochan #prompt fic

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elletao · 4 years

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because @queenkevindays asked me to:

top 5 favorite movies of all time: (why did i ask u this; it's so hard)

pride and prejudice, the handmaiden, mulan, matilda, 13 going on 30.

top 5 andreil moments:

faatimah is an intellectual so we share some of these! in no particular order: the 'you're a pipe dream exchange', when andrew says 'that's why' about neil respecting his space and his boundaries 😭, THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WOULDN'T BLOW YOU because i lost my mind and my jaw deadass dropped, the baltimore scene when andrew was ready to fight literally everyone to get to neil (spare a thought for poor kevin) and the whole shower scene for REASONS.

top 5 things that make you happy:

1) just chilling with my best friends in someone's house, eating something and playing uno or other games 😭💕

2) also when my football team wins because yeah.

3) music!!! making playlists!!! playing an album over and over!!! discovering new musicians/bands and watching stuff on youtube!!

4) making someone laugh or smile

5) my pets

picnic by a lake or staying home to watch a movie: the picnic!

vintage cameras or vintage bikes: cameras

the moon or the stars: the moon

harry potter or all for the game: hahaha why did i do this. ugh probably harry potter because i have soo many happy childhood memories attached to it and ron, harry and hermione's friendship is still very big in my heart. but yeah f*ck rowling.

#.txt #we need to talk about andreil more often alskj #faatimah 🌸

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willowbird · 4 years

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Can I do the honours of sending in the first request? Honestly anything you'll write will definitely make my day, but for a specific request, how about andreil getting their cats? Congrats on 100 again 💛💛

Omg omg omg!! Of course! <3 <3

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“All I’m saying is that if someone really wanted to live in a Walmart, it’s entirely possible to do so without being caught. Especially one of those huge ass Super Walmarts. The staff is underpaid, the place is a disorganized mess, there are multiple bathrooms, plenty of food and other supplies, and if you choose the right location you can get one that isn’t 24-hour.”

Andrew looked over at Neil with narrowed eyes, not even bothering to hide his affectionate contempt. “I am not sure what’s more wrong with that statement - your assumption that you can find a Super Walmart that isn’t 24-hour or the implication that a Walmart with closing hours would somehow be better than one that was open all the time, letting you come and go as you please with people less likely to be suspicious of you.”

“Drew.”

“Neil.”

Neil gestured to the large superstore they were just leaving, the plastic bag hanging from his wrist swinging with enough force to knock him in the hip on its return, though the starting striker for the Denver Jaguars didn’t seem to notice. “Look,” he was saying as they walked around the side of the building, heading for the apartment complex behind it where they shared a two-bedroom, “first of all -- there are Super Walmarts out there that are not 24-hour. It depends on the township. Secondly, with a store that closes, that guarantees you a set number of hours per day where you could actually sleep or do anything else you wouldn’t want to risk being discovered during. Maintain a membership at a hole-in-the-wall gym nearby that lets you pay in cash, and you’ve got a place to shower and a place with a locker to stash a few things, and you’re set. I’m not saying it’s a permanent sort of setup, but if you’re living in a Walmart of all things, you probably are specifically trying not to be permanent, so, there.”

Andrew rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’s smug smirk. “You are a nuisance.”

“Yeah, but I’m your nuisance.”

This time Andrew didn’t bother rolling his eyes, he just lifted a hand, pressed it flat to the side of Neil’s arm, and shoved.

Neil stumbled sideways with a laugh that turned into a yelp and then a crash as he tripped over his own feet and ended up slamming into the side of the building and the bag on his wrist kissed the unforgiving stone. Andrew winced at the sound, but considering most of what was in Neil’s bag was pasta and canned goods he didn’t think any of the food was damaged.

“One would think a professional striker would have a little bit more coordination off the court,” Andrew drawled as Neil righted himself. If he scanned his gaze over the other man in a covert flick of the eyes just to make sure he wasn’t actually injured, no one was around to know.

“Fuck y-- what’s that?” Neil’s venom vanished halfway through the second syllable, replaced with a lighter curiosity that had Andrew following the other’s gaze down the line of the building to the partially enclosed alcove where the dumpsters were. Andrew was just about to point out that it looked very much like a bunch of trash when what he’d thought was a bunch of soiled newspapers moved in a very alive sort of way.

“Probably a raccoon,” Andrew said, even as Neil moved forward. He frowned and followed him. “If you get bit, I’m not taking you to get your rabies sh--”

This time, Andrew was the one who stopped mid-syllable.

As they came up to the dumpsters, the crumpled dirty newspapers moved again, this time to reveal the truth of what they were:

Two tiny, emaciated, shivering little black and white kittens. One was almost entirely white with black little ears and a thin tail with an extra tuft of black fur weirdly sticking out about halfway down. The slightly bigger one was a more mottled black and white and it was the one that gave the tiniest hiss as the two men approached.

Andrew blinked at the kittens. The mottled one hissed again. The little white one squeaked.

Without really thinking about it, Andrew crouched down and shrugged out of his hoodie, ignoring the bite of mid-autumn as the wind rustled the much thinner fabric of his black t-shirt. He set down the sweatshirt on the ground right in front of the kittens and watched, silently, as they sniffed it and then wobbled onto the softer, warmer spot. The black and white one hissed again, climbing on top of the little white squeaky one and beginning to lick its ears. The little whitish one squeaked again.

Andrew looked up at Neil. Neil looked back at Andrew. For a moment they just stared at each other. Then, without any other verbal decision needing to be made, Neil switched his bag to the other hand so he could pull out his wallet and double-check how much cash he still had on him. “I’ll meet you at home then?”

Andrew nodded, turning back to the kittens and carefully folding the sweatshirt around them to keep them warm without smooshing them or covering their faces. “Remember Josten, kitten food - not regular cat food.”

“There’s a difference?” There was no mockery in Neil’s voice, just curiosity and the question for confirmation.

Andrew nodded, lifting the little bundle into his arms, then reaching out to grab Neil’s bag with his other hand. “Higher in fat and other nutrients.”

“Got it. Alright, I’ll see you at home.”

“See you.” Then, as Neil headed back around the building to pick up the supplies, Andrew carefully carried the two kittens to their new home.

#asks #of-stars-and-moon #100 followers #andreil #andreil and the cats!#aftg #aftg prompts

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wowiezo · 5 years

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GET 2 KNOW ME BETTER :p

i was tagged by @dreamterlude ty paula !!

1: name/alias

my name is lisa and i dont have a nickname! as a kid i hated my name for diff reasons but one of them was that there wasnt like. a built in nickname for it like there is for names like isabella

2: birthday

march 20 baby!

3: zodiac

pisces sun! ♓️! or.. technically..... pisces/aries cusp if we wanna get quirky w it 😌 and im a scorpio moon libra rising.. i wish i knew what that meant!!!

4: height

im not SURE so like.. give or take a centimeter or two i usually say im 180 cm or 5’10/5’11 ft tall

5: hobbies

i like to draw (though i havent been lately 😔) read listen to music watch movies cook bake yk w/e! have fun 😋 i also like to garden and i really love swimming! (though not like. athletically/laps just idly. being in the ocean love that!)

6: favorite color

GREEN! like a foresty green 🥴🤤

7: favorite books

mm this is hard 4 me! i like harry potter, the raven cycle and all for the game as far as series go but as for novels/standalones... omfg im totally drawing a blank rn idk!!!

8: last song you listened to

ivy (live at capitol theatre) by car seat headrest

9: last film you watched

midsommar! before that the killing of a sacred deer i think!

10: inspiration/muse

ooh good question! im very inspired by photography, some of my favs are cindy sherman, dana trippe and johanna a. or @/grl.on.film on instagram! im also inspired by poetry, im not very like. well versed or anything but i like mary olivers work, richard siken and things like that!

11: dream job

IDEALLY. i would be like a classics or art history proffessor at some old brick college. other than that idk! id love to go into graphic design and do book cover art or movie posters or album art! (not advertising tho 🤢)

12: meaning behind your url

its not from the movie beetlejuice, ive actually never even seen it lmao.. at the risk of sounding EXTREMELY pretentious its after my favorite star betelgeuse 😌💗

13: top 3 ships

i really only like ’ship’ wolfstar these days lmfao but thats been top 1 since i was 12.. also like andreil? i also like sarchengsey and bluesey and pynch and adansey and ronsey hee hee

14: lipstick or chapstick

um chapstick i guess? idk i cant STAND having dry lips and im still searching for a specific shade of lipstick that i want but once that happens then lipstick for sure

15: currently reading

the goldfinch by donna tartt! im only 150~ pages in but its vvv good so far! also midsummer nights dream and im still kind of working on good omens

ok im just gonna tag a bunch of people dont feel presh to do this!!

@turntogreen @body2flame @beetleiuice @nadasurfed @bridegroom @babyspicegf @transc0wboy @hollowbrds

#i want to get to know u >:) but in a cool and awesome way

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tamquaam · 5 years

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This concept came to me when I was half asleep. Just some soft Andreil on the roof after Neil gets self-conscious about his scars.

“Look up,” Andrew commands. “Tell me what you see.”

Neil tilts his head back and stares at the sky for a beat. His gaze falls back to Andrew and he grabs Andrew’s hand where it rests on his hip.

“The sky. Clouds, stars, the moon,” Neil lists.

“Stars,” Andrew says.

Neil looks up again just for a moment. Andrew guides Neil back down with his fingers on Neil’s cheek.

“Stars make up constellations, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” Neil answers, almost a question.

Andrew brushes careful fingers over the faded lines on Neil’s cheek. He drops his hand to Neil’s stomach and slips it underneath Neil’s shirt, touches the marred skin there, traces and memorizes. Gives the scars a new foundation.

“Think of these as stars,” Andrew says. “All a part of something bigger.”

Neil swallows hard, speechless. He meets Andrew’s eyes and feels like a raw wound, open and exposed. Instead of pouring salt or spitting venom, Andrew’s words are a balm, a thread pulling the wound closed and keeping Neil in one piece.

“Some stars might be bigger than others. Some might burn brighter,” Andrew says, cupping Neil’s neck in his palm after he’s touched the scar on Neil’s cheek. “But together they create something-”

Andrew abruptly cuts himself off. His expression hardens a bit and Neil wraps his hand loosely around Andrew’s wrist to keep his hand in place. Neil searches Andrew’s eyes and comes up with nothing. There’s silence, a racing heart, a nervous twitch in Neil’s fingertips and then Andrew says, “beautiful.”

Neil feels his legs weaken. The Earth seems to quake and tilt, then go still. He feels his heart pound, skip, and pound again, like it does after a win or when Andrew looks at him a certain way. He doesn’t even realize how tightly he holds onto Andrew’s wrist.

“Remember that the next time you tell yourself I think anything bad of these,” Andrew says with a gentle brush of his fingers over Neil’s stomach again.

Andrew turns to go, but Neil stops him. He ignores the cold, ignores the nervousness that seems to make itself clear in the slight shakiness of his voice.

“Andrew, wait.”

“It’s cold up here. Make it quick.”

“I can’t- you can’t just say that and walk away.”

“What would you like me to do?”

Neil can tell Andrew already knows what he wants. Neil guides Andrew’s other hand to his neck so that they line up on either side, lets his own hand rests on Andrew’s hip.

“I think you know.”

Andrew cocks his head to one side, levels Neil with an even stare. He strokes his thumb over Neil’s mouth and the world stops again. Warmth pools in his stomach and Neil feels hot all over even in the cold. Wind blows Andrew’s hair into his face and Neil brushes it away. Andrew closes the space between them after what feels like an eternity and Neil lets himself get lost. Neil only feels cold creeping in when Andrew pulls back, lets their foreheads rest together.

Andrew silently leads Neil back to their room and Neil’s breathless and overexcited when Andrew crawls on top of him, forces Neil flat into the bed. Neil lets Andrew map out the galaxy on his stomach, kiss and touch till Neil can hardly think straight. Till he sees stars behind closed eyes.

#andreil #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #aftg fic #aftg #the foxhole court #tfc

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