#andreil fanfic wip

[fortheloveofexy]

Hey hello hii I love ur mafia au wip and wld love if u cld share some more for wip wednesday, please and thank u also i love you... a lot <333

Why wait until Wednesday? You can have a snippet right now, anon :)

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[halfpintpeach]

Late Night Studying Andreil

(Posted to twitter as well! Also writing it currently but here's the idea that I couldn't get out of my head last night)

It's late, Neil's been at the library for hours. Calling off evening practice and heading to study after the Foxes practice ended. It's Friday, dead day on campus where classes are canceled in preparation for finals week starting Monday. He knows it's late. Knows he's been studying and working for too long as now he's yawning and fighting to keep his eyes open.

It's then he hears someone walking behind, deliberately making their footfalls louder. They jingle their keys in their pocket and Neil knows who it is. He's always been able to recognize Andrew's walking pattern over the others. Andrew doesn't say anything but he steps up right against the back of Neil's chair. Leaning forward to look at the textbook and papers scattered about the table. Andrew is warm where he's pressed against Neil's back. His weight is a comfort. Andrew reaches over to flick one of the papers, sending it fluttering over the table. Neil rolls his eyes and drags it back (it has the formulas he's memorizing on it). For a moment, it's just them in gentle silence. Content and comfortable in the presence of each other. Andrew breathing out heavily before he pulls off of Neil, leaving only warm lips to the curve of Neil's neck before he's gone.

Neil isn't worried, Andrew always comes back.

He keeps working and studying. It isn't long till Andrew is back, quieter this time now that Neil is aware he's there. There's no brief warning in the jingle of keys or the scuff of boots as Andrew returns pressed to his back again. He has the height advantage with Neil seated and it's hardly a secret that Andrew enjoys it. His arm moves around Neil, a small cup with stream curling up from the lid is placed directly on top of the problem he'd been working on. Neil huffs and leans back into Andrew's body. His hands curl around the cup, warmth seeping into his fingers. Andrew returns his lips to the last place they were. Creating a line from Neil's shoulder and up his neck. It ends with a kiss to his jaw and gentle teeth around his earlobe. Neil laughs, hands gentle as he brings them up and drags his knuckles over whatever skin they find before he gentle pushes Andrew off of him. The blond goes easily, dropping into the vacant chair beside him and tearing a page out of Neil's notebook. Neil sips the tea he's been gifted greedily, eyes back on his work as he continues on. Andrew beside him folding the paper as many times as he can before unraveling it and tearing along the newly formed lines. His space becomes a winter wonderland of torn paper.

It isn't long until Neil is stretching a his arms up and bending backwards to pop his spine, deciding he's down for the night. Packing up his things and slinging his bag over his shoulders they head out. Andrew's destruction winds up in the recycling bin, flakes falling from his hands like snow. Taking Andrew's hand as they walk back to Fox Tower is the easiest thing to do. He swings them gently.

#aftg #andreil #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #the foxhole court #finals #studying #library #pint rambles #andreil fanfic #fanfic #wip #work in progress

[paradoxolotl]

Emails from professor Andrew

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #andrew minyard #neil josten #para's fics #aftg fic wip #aftg fanfiction #aftg fanfic #andreil

[bisexualchaosdemon]

Okay, who wants to meet Aaron's and Andrew's daughters?

We'll start with the Mackenzie-Minyard twins:

Aurora C. Mackenzie-Minyard

Andrea N. Mackenzie-Minyard

Then we have the Minyard-Josten twins (pre and post adoption):

Anastasia Ivanovich (and Sir)

Anastasia A. Minyard-Josten

Akilina Ivanovich (and King)

Akilina B. Minyard-Josten

(Note: Ivan Ivanovich is the Russian version of John Doe. The twins were already orphans before falling victim to trafficking.)

Bonus: This Fic is gonna have a third Minyard-Josten!

She's 3-4 years younger than the twins and comes into their lives because she only speaks German. Say hello:

Nora Mustermann

Nora R. N. Minyard-Josten

(Note: Max Mustermann is the German equivalent of John Doe. She wasn't in care before coming to the US but she gave the police that name.)

All their girls:

🩷🧡💜❤️💙

#this took way too long #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #aaron minyard #katelyn mackenzie #twinyards #aftg fanfic #wip

[purpleshadow-star]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten & Andrew Minyard Characters: Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten, Mentioned Aaron Minyard - Character, mentioned nicky hemmick, Mary Hatford, Brief Drake Spear, Other Various Foxes Mentioned Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Pre-Canon, brief Post-Canon, brief during canon, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Time Skips, warnings for andrew's past, One Shot, no beta we die like tilda minyard, Dialogue Light, andrew and neil are in denial for a bit, they get over it, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Soulmates Summary:

Andrew Doe is freshly six years old when he wakes to the sight of his shadow leaving him for the first time. Andrew knows he should be more careful while racing through the house; he doesn’t know these new people after all, but he’s too excited to let a little thing like caution keep him from finally finding someone who loves him. Someone who wants him. ~ Nathaniel Wesninski is four years old the first time his shadow leaves him. He doesn’t notice, but his mother does. She makes a mental note to make sure that neither Nathaniel nor his father ever have the chance to follow Nathaniel’s shadow to his soulmate. One less thing for Nathan to hold over Nathaniel, and thus over Mary, the better. ~~ Twice a year, your shadow leads you towards your soulmate. For Andrew and Neil, this changes surprisingly little.

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New fic!!!

This year I want to challenge myself to write, finish and post at least one fic every month, starting with this one for January!

This fic is based off of a prompt from a book called 5-Minute Daily Writing Prompts by Tarn Wilson (I did not write this in five minutes, I just used the prompt). The prompt I used is:

"Prompt 1: Fantasy, Plot: A woman awakes in the early morning to see her shadow sneaking out the bedroom door. She follows. (Continue the story) The woman sees her shadow holding hands with another unattached shadow. What happens next?"

Go check it out and let me know what you think!

#i actually kinda like this one #im kinda proud of it #im reading all these prompts and im like 'hmm how can i make a fanfic of this' #ill prob make more fics using these prompts in the future tbh #i literally started this at 3am and finished it at work #i was determined to finish it #i literally felt my brain pulling at me to leave it but i pushed through and im very glad i did #this got me out of a really long writing slump where i didnt have the motivation to finish anything i started #maybe now ill be more motivated to finish my other shorter wips #depending on how this goes lol #ig we'll see #aftg fanfic #aftg fic #aftg #aftg fanfiction #all for the game #all for the game fanfic #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #purpleshadow's fics

[jingerhead]

I have to say the role reversal au that me and @paradoxolotl are working on is coming along very nicely 👌 (1st screenshot is written by para, 2nd two by me)

#aftg #aftg fanfic #aftg wip #tfc #tfc wip #all for the game #all for the game wip #the foxhole court #andreil #andreil fanfic #andreil wip #andriel #andriel fanfic #andriel wip #jinger's works

[monsterrae1]

Last line tag game

Rules: share the last line you wrote in your wip

Tagged by: @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @the-likesofus @prince-buck-diaz @alyxmastershipper

I’ve been mostly outlining things the last 5 ish days but technically I wrote a little scene and this was the last line:

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, junkie.”

Tagging if they wanna share anything @brokenribsdiaz @loveyourownsmiilee @bekkachaos @shortsighted-owl @eddiesbicowboy @ebdaydreamer @heartbeatdiaz @cowboy-buddie @buddierights @greyacebuckley @rogerzsteven @elvensorceress @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @jobairdxx @exhuastedpigeon and whoever else wants to share anything !

#last line tag game #this is aftg fanfic so I’m sure 99% of you don’t care 😂 #andreil #andreil wip #sorry it I forgot to tag anyone I’ve been awake for less than an hour and I haven’t had my coffee yet

[juicegremlin]

the day i stop posting ridiculously long wip wednesdays is the day you should probably check on me. anyway, pt. 2 of the private photoshoot 😈😈

TW // brief references to andrew's past/scars

#aftg #aftg fic #aftg fanfic #aftg fanfiction #all for the game #all for the game fanfiction #all for the game fanfic #andreil #andrew minyard #the foxhole court #tfc #neil josten #andrew minyard x neil josten #juicegremlin #wip wednesday #all for the game fic

[altruistic-meme]

uhhhhhh..... here have this <3

Andrew had never been good at making friends. Which was fine, he didn’t need to be. He had been in and out of so many homes already that friends just seemed like an unnecessary burden: he could make a friend, but he’d be gone in a few months and lose them. What was the point?

That being said, he couldn’t always quite manage to keep other kids from trying to be his friend anyway. He didn’t always try his best to keep them away, but he did usually put in some effort. Might as well save them from his inevitable departure, right? 

After a few years, Andrew had mostly managed to learn how to keep people away: just… don’t care. People tended to not like it when he didn’t care. And so most people stayed away when he told them that he didn’t care about them, their lives, or what they were going through. Which was fine, that’s how Andrew wanted it anyway.

But there would almost always be one or two really persistent kids who would talk to him.

Nathaniel was one of the persistent ones.

It didn’t start out as much, Nathaniel had asked him what he was reading one day in the library. It was the only time Andrew had been in a home that had enough money to send him to one of the better schools in the area. He got lucky, Nathaniel was born lucky.

Andrew had rolled his eyes and ignored him – another trick he had learned to keep nosy people away. 

It didn’t work. 

Instead of leaving, Nathaniel had shrugged at Andrew’s lack of answer, sitting down next to him and pulling out a book of his own. Andrew couldn’t help himself, stealing a glance at the title and wondering how it was that Nathaniel had heard about [that series]. It was one Andrew had read as well, stolen it from one of the older foster kids at a different home. Much above the level they should be reading at. 

After a while, Andrew’s curiosity caused him to crack. His curiosity had always been a fatal flaw, of course. He had asked Nathaniel how he was reading a book so far above his intelligence level – all things considered, a blunt and rude opening – but Nathaniel had smiled and told him that his mother had introduced him to a different series, one Andrew hadn’t read yet. And Nathaniel had just kept going. 

It wasn’t until later that Andrew would learn that excellence in all areas was expected of Nathaniel – his father wouldn’t have it any other way, and Nathaniel always had to listen to his father.

Their relationship had followed that same pattern for a while; Andrew would be in the library, and Nathaniel would show up every day without fail, just to sit next to him and read in the quiet. Very rarely, one of them would ask the other what they were reading. But always following those short conversations, they would show up with the book as soon as they got the chance. 

A sort of book club. 

Nathaniel tended to have good taste, Andrew would admit. Sometimes what he read was dumb, but he chose a lot of classics. Andrew’s own choices tended to fall more into fantasy settings, books that took place in other worlds. Nathaniel seemed to like those, too.

Eventually, there was a disruption. Nathaniel didn’t come in for a few days. Andrew remembered feeling worry, something he had rarely felt for someone else. And then when Nathaniel did come in, he was more quiet than he had already been. Even the few conversations that Andrew tried to start only got a few words from the other boy. 

It was strange. 

Andrew had no idea what had changed for a week or so. And then he got a clue.

He hadn’t even noticed that Nathaniel had suddenly been wearing only long sleeved shirts until he had stretched while reading, and the sleeve pulled down just enough to expose a bruise. 

A new emotion took over in Andrew at the sight, and he had grabbed Nathaniel’s arm to get a closer look. The other boy had flinched back violently, trying to pry his arm out of Andrew’s hands but Andrew wouldn’t let him go. 

They had stared at each other for a long moment. Nathaniel’s eyes were full of a new emotion too: terror. Well, it hadn’t been new to Nathaniel, it had been Nathaniel’s whole life. But it was the first time Andrew had seen the look in his eyes. 

“Don’t tell anyone.” Nathaniel had pleaded. “Please, you never saw it.”

“Never saw what?” Andrew had asked in return and let go. 

It had been the first time Andrew had seen that look, though far from the last. 

But Andrew thought he had seen that look for the last time, eight years ago.

So why?

Why was he seeing it again, now, in eyes that were brown instead of blue and on the face of Kevin’s new recruit?

#umm so i said 'we're gonna be productive tonight!' and then wrote 2 pages of NOT (wit)jitp #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #aftg fanfic #drabble #wip; go low #temporary name but let's gooo #fanfic #andreil #this is very very rough akshflkshf but it's the general idea of it ya know

[internetcowboi]

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY BAYBEE

hi!!!!! hello!!!! ty for the tag today @artsyunderstudy! In a shocking turn of events, I have things to share! Thank you sooo much for all the tags in sss/wipsday the last few weeks, for whatever reason I got into a mental rut about sharing wip progress and sort of shut off for a bit. My bad! Anyway, I'm sharing six sentences from the upcoming chapter of my COBB, The Boy and the Summoned (M, 25k so far), and also from an AFTG fic that I had an idea for and spat 1500 words out at 3am. When the inspiration strikes, it strikes lmao.

Baz

Kissing Simon Snow is diving headfirst into the sun and revelling in the burn. He’s lighting me up, filling my chest with warmth. It’s gentle at first, the brush of his mouth against mine. He keeps his thumbs on my cheeks, stroking back and forth, and it’s so comforting I could cry (again). I don’t want to cry now, though. I want to soak this in. I want all of Simon’s light inside me, bursting at the seams of my skin. 

and some andreil/implied future kandreil! I've been having thoughts about crushes and monogamous relationships and attraction and unpacking some of the ideas I was raised with about how those things overlap (yay religious trauma!) and also... I'm a sucker for Kevneil and Kandreil haha.

Kevin shoves Neil again, this time into the elevator. It’s quiet as they descend to the ground floor and make their way out to the Mas, and Neil likes it. The company, the familiarity, the routine. For a moment, his mind is quiet, too. 

Only a moment. 

Kevin jogs around to the back door and yanks it open. Neil watches the movement, cataloging it absently: the toned flex of Kevin’s lithe calves, the taut bounce of his ass, the dimple in his cheek as he tries to hide a smile when Nicky whines about being relegated to the middle seat and receives an elbow to the ribs from Aaron, who’s sick of ‘being piggy in the middle just because he’s the shortest thank you very much’. Neil’s chest is tight and warm, and he can’t help smiling after Kevin— which is precisely when he locks eyes with Andrew through the front windscreen. Andrew narrows his eyes and mouths, ‘staring’, and Neil scowls against the flush creeping over his cheeks.

tags below the cut, cause I'm early af and want to say hi to everybody <3 :)

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#six sentence sunday #snowbaz #andreil #co/ws/awtwb #aftg #fanfic wip

[fortheloveofexy]

WIP I posted on twitter earlier. will I finish it? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ dunno

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #andreil #neil josten #wip #wip fanfic #its always wip wednesday in our hearts lol

[halfpintpeach]

Professor Neil (sneak peek)

I missed the guy and WIP Wednesday this week brought him back up so here's a lil gift for @jtl-fics for being amazing and closing on a condo today!!

(Snippet includes part of the WIP Wednesday piece in the beginning)

September 16, 2008 (Tuesday)

Tuesday was probably Neil’s favorite day of the week. He only had two classes in the morning and both were lectures that he didn’t mind sitting in. After his lectures, he always went to the small coffee shop that didn’t even serve good coffee, but it was cheap and it was routine. Routines helped and kept him focused. Besides, the coffee shop was the only one that hadn’t tried to demand proof of papers for his service dog. One would think that the prosthetic leg would be proof enough but Neil clearly overestimated the mental capacity of most people. 

Armed with subpar coffee and a warm bagel, Neil made his way to the library. The main floor was a communal hub, with no volume limits and plenty of chairs and couches for people to sit on. Tucked on the left side was an open room full of tables, the tutoring center. The woman behind the desk smiled as Neil walked up and wrote down his arrival in a notebook. Neil liked tutoring oddly enough, he didn’t care much for the people, but he enjoyed the subjects and the feeling of someone understanding a difficult concept was hard to beat. 

A good chunk of the people who frequented the tutoring center were those who were on big time scholarships and unwilling to risk a dropping a point in the GPA. Hyped up on coffee, Neil often had to fight them away from his preferred table. The largest portion however, were the athletes. All required to maintain a minimum of a 2.3 to play for the NCAA Division 1 league. Neil tutored football players, soccer stars, and dancers every day. For most, as long as they went to their classes and didn’t fail any exams, it was an easy gig. Five hours a week in the tutoring center was a easy gig.

The Exy team was no exception.

Neil had started tutoring Matt Boyd last year, the tall man hopeless with his French courses. His pronunciation was leaps and bounds better, and the backliner was steadily maintaining a passing grade in the class. Languages were difficult for athletes who traveled almost weekly for games. 

Thankfully, there was no one at the table Neil had claimed as his own. Despite the years of therapy he still took a table in the back of the room. There were other reasons, which his therapist had been good to point out, the fact that being further back in the room kept his dog focused on the task. Babe Ruth was a large golden retriever who seemed to forget that he had an additional appendage attached to his rump. The dogs tail was a weapon, thumbing hard enough against a leg to leave bruises. It was a disappointing scenario, considering Babe Ruth walk to the right side of Neil—tail smacking against his good leg. At the table, Neil took care to sit with his back to the side wall rather than the back. It was the little things, his reminded himself mentally. By now, his voice in the tutoring center was easily ignored as he commanded Babe Ruth to lay at his feet. The dog wasted no time, flopping onto the hard carpet and splaying out his limbs. 

Neil checked his watch, Matt would be arriving in a few minutes. He always came right after his French class. Neil had managed to arrive a little early, so he went ahead and pulled out the workbook and folder that they’ve been using over the semester. This was their fourth meeting and already Neil liked how they were able to review the French that had just been covered in Matt’s class. He made a mental reminder to email his thanks to the French Professor, she’d been helpful in sending Neil her presentations for the classes.

#aftg #all for the game #andreil #andreil fanfic #andrew minyard #neil josten #pint writes #pints wips #professor neil #professor neil josten au #prof neil prequel #service dog #neil has only one leg #I stole it #dont worry there's another teachers AU called neil but with both legs in my docs #I just love this lil guy

[paradoxolotl]

Wednesdaaaay!

~

When they had run, Mary had shaken him awake, hissing at him to move, to be faster, more quiet. It had frightened him, hands fumbling on his zipper, shaking as he tried to put on his shoes.

Andrew woke him with a hand smoothing the hair from his face, his name whispered quietly between them. Blinking up at him, Neil struggled to remove himself from his dream, latching onto Andrew like a lifeline.

“We have to go, Neil,” Andrew said. “Get up.”

Kicking out of his sheets, Neil staggered to his feet, watching Andrew pack clothes tightly into a bag. He accepted the bundle of fabric and shoes passed to him automatically, not quite believing what his reality had once again become.

“Andrew,” he implored, tugging his shirt over his head. Andrew tossed an extra set of sneakers into the bag, zipping it shut harshly. “Andrew, what’s happening?”

Grabbing his hand, Andrew dragged Neil out of the room, quickly checking both ways before pulling them down the hall. “Kengo isn’t pleased with Stuart. Says he’s disrespected him by harbouring you. He wants Stuart to send you back, to either live at the Nest or be disposed of like you were meant to be.” Ducking down a back stairway, footsteps quiet even with their shoes, Andrew glanced back at him, and Neil saw genuine fear there. “He threatened war with the Hatfords if his property and honour weren’t restored.”

It was only years of beaten in mantra that kept Neil’s feet moving, though his heart abandoned him somewhere far behind them. “He’s sending me back,” he rasped.

Andrew whirled on him, hands gripping Neil’s face, breath too fast. “No,” he swore. “He’s not fucking sending you anywhere, Abram. Okay? You are going to go to the bus station and buy a one way ticket to whatever is furthest. Get caught by the cameras, and then give your jacket to someone else. Then run. You keep running and don’t look back, you hear me?”

His hands flew up to grip Andrew’s wrists, eyes stinging. “Andrew-“

“You stay alive, Neil Josten,” Andrew said, firm and unforgiving. “You fucking survive and don’t come back. I won’t let them find you, but you can’t make my job more difficult, okay? I put cash in your bag, enough to get you by.”

It was goodbye, and he couldn’t have it, couldn’t not take what Andrew was giving him. Neil kissed him, desperate and almost wild, and Andrew sobbed against his mouth, pulling him closer. “Don’t make me go alone,” Neil pleaded when he pulled back. “I can’t do it again.”

“You can,” Andrew insisted. He pressed a phone to Neil’s palm, curling his fingers around it. “I’m the only person who knows this number. When it rings, fucking answer it. I’ll call you when it’s safe, and then I’ll come get you, wherever you are.”

“What if it’s not you?”

The smile Andrew gave him was self-depreciating and sorrowful. “They’d have to break me first, Neil.” He kissed him again, softer. “And the only thing that could do that is you.”

Neil would burn his mother again, bury her bones on the beach, if it meant never knowing this pain. But Andrew tugged him further from the house, into the night, and Neil knew knowing him for even a moment was worth every second of misery to come.

“Come with me,” Neil begged.

Andrew pulled him into a fierce hug, burying his face into Neil’s neck. “I need to make it safe for you. I won’t let you run forever. I promise.”

There were a million words Neil needed to say, but Andrew shoved him away, deeper into the dark.

“Go,” he said.

Neil took a few backwards steps, gripping the strap of his duffle tightly. Andrew was lit by a strip of moonlight, hair almost silver to match the streaks on his cheeks.

“Thank you, Drew,” Neil said. And because he might never again have the chance, “I love you.”

Andrew’s fingers flew up to press against his own pulse. He swallowed, and Neil knew the words stuck in his throat. Finally, Andrew lowered his hand, a cloud plunging them into pitch black.

“Run away for me, Rabbit.”

Turning on his heel, Neil did just that.

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #para's fics #aftg fic wip #aftg fanfiction #aftg fanfic

[neil-minyard-josten]

welp okay i haven't read biomy in a while and i'm not mentally or emotionally prepared to go check it out only to see that it's completed

so someone kindly tell me

is it complete?

#not me here hoping that it's still a wip #i love biomy #i love the future that youreyestheyglow gave andreil #parenting andreil is just 🤌🤌🤌 #anyway yeah #aftg #all for the game #biomy #blame it on my youth #aftg fics #aftg fanfics #aftg fanfiction

[kittkatattacks]

YDSIWFM for wip wednesday ^_^

Neil is shivering from his fever, barely noticing when Andrew moves out of his field of vision and jumping when something cold touches his cheek.

“Drink it,” Andrew says, setting the bottle down next to Neil.

Neil suddenly notices how thirsty he is and after drinking the whole bottle asks, “What are you doing here?” 

“There’s clearly something wrong with you.” Andrew answers, looking Neil up and down. 

“I’m fine,” Neil responds but immediately doubles over from the pain in his chest.

#aftg fanfic #wip wednesday #aftg #aftg neil #aftg andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #YDSIWFM

[jingerhead]

Since everyone loved it so much on Twitter I figured I'd share this here too :) I finally wrote for the first time in forever and I'm so excited about it!! So now everyone has to look at it PF

#aftg #aftg wip #aftg fanfic #tfc #tfc wip #tfc fanfic #all for the game #all for the game wip #all for the game fanfic #the foxhole court #andreil #andreil wip #andreil fanfic #andriel #andriel wip #jinger's works