#andrew minyard fanfiction

[aftg-rot]

Andrew's mind begins to race before he can stop it, so he just lets it run. Does he miss the pain? Some of it? The pain he could control. There is nothing more addictive than knowing you have that kind of power. The more pain Andrew inflicted upon himself, the more he wanted to stop the people he cared about from feeling pain, and the further and further he was willing to go to make sure they were safe. And if it meant hurting other people to get there, so be it. - from it's a punch and a kiss, i'm trying to remember.

[neilsracquet]

me reading about the same two characters falling in love over and over again in new settings

[mini-minish]

nathaniel wesninski & andrew doe au i picked up from a 2021 sketch 🪓🖤🔪

notes under the read more!

• andrew doe gets adopted into the wesninski family when he's just a little older than nathaniel, who hasnt been sent to edgar allen tryouts yet, and andrew doe is trained to be his bodyguard since childhood

• mary doesn't like it, he becomes a weakness for her son and when she leaves she refuses to take andrew with them, so nathaniel stays, and in that mary never really gets to leave

• on the same day she fails at running away and nathan finds them, nathaniel loses his eye lolastyle

• one time when he's a little older, andrew receives a letter, from a boy who claims to be his twin. andrew minyard doe throws it to the fire, and nathaniel picks it up while he's turned, before it burns completelly

• from the day nathaniel gets injured because he refused to leave andrew behind, they go from annoyed acquaintances to inseparable friends

• he calls andrew "drew" and andrew pretends to hate it. later when theyre older the name "nathaniel" starts to weight, starts to sound weird, so he asks andrew to call him something else, and andrew calls him alex, stefan, adam, until they get to neil

• but he only calls him neil when theyre alone, when its a secret, when nathan cant hear them

• "nathaniel" takes up the axe. he's as good a hitman as the little devil of baltimore has to be. he hates it, hates the color red, the color of his hair

• one of andrew's first memories at the house is of nathan cutting a man to pieces and making him watch, making him learn not to flinch, but red is the color of neil's hair, soft, safe, soothing

• before that, though, theres little league. theres learning andrew is talented at exy, theres kevin day, and riko moriyama, and theres jean moreau

• i want jean and andrew to be funny about each other just for some levity here ok

• the reynolds are a renowed fashion brand, far from them to refuse big mafia money, so they work on suits, on silk shirts, on tailored pants, and allison reynolds is always joined by her friend renee when she goes with her parents for fittings

• renee walker meets andrew doe, and andrew thinks shes silly enough to keep in touch.

• kevin day leaves them, and neil realises he doesnt have to be kept either. kevin day gets to get out and nathaniel wesninski gets quieter.

• neil finds his uncle's contact among some of the things his mother left behind. from stuart he gets to ichirou. from ichirou he starts to make a plan

• riko moriyama is going to make a big announcement soon, something about the perfect court, something that will finally brand the rest of them as his, and well, andrew has always told neil how much he hates that the pen's ink makes the skin of his face break out

• and neil still has the address of a boy who claims to be his andrew's twin

• for whatever reason the moriyamas and the wesninskis have one of those rich people dinners planned. neil gets kevin to show up, nathaniel gets andrew to leave, kicking and punching and a promise broken

• later in the night, a little after the first course is served and they begin the socializations, neil gets kevin to leave, leave, run as far as possible, *now*.

• he sees jean, grabs his wrist, and takes him outside. theyre walking fast before neil starts running, and then the explosion comes from inside the house, from the basement, and knocks both of them out before they turn the corner. the hathford's men long gone from the scene.

• all renee walker and andrew doe see from where he's been waiting for the little voice at the back of his mind to make sense, is the house bursting on fire, believing that it does so with what he's supposed to protect still inside

• but since i can't bring myself to do this to them, andrew finds him, finds jean, and at the hospital finds stuart, who takes his nephew in

• he gets contacted by a man called david wymack, who was convinced by kevin day to offer them a place among his foxes :)

[kjones-fandom]

I can’t stand fanfictions where Neil is the reasonable one. Like Andrew is in fact the “normal” one in their relationship and he might make bad decisions but Neil makes worse.

Neil doesn’t have the best morals and lacks a lot of social skills. I fear you are giving him too much credit in being an objectively good decision maker.

(Andrew is not normal regardless)

[allforthe-foxholecourt]

Excerpt from Post-Canon Fanfic

Neil's blood ran cold as the locker room door swung open to reveal two large men in all black with the Moriyama crest over their biceps. Everyone froze - Matt and Aaron both folding their arms over their chest with a scowl, Kevin throwing back another swig from a vodka bottle that seemed to appear out of nowhere, Nicky glancing nervously between the men and Neil while the freshmen shared confused glances. Andrew stood at Neil's side, stepping to slide his body ever so slightly in front of him. Neil clung to Andrew's shirt, fisting the material so hard he thought it might tear.

"The lord is requesting the audience of the assets," the larger of the two men finally said. His hand slid to his hip where there was no doubt a gun holstered. Neil's jaw clenched and he moved to step forward as Kevin did the same, but Andrew stepped into Neil's path.

"No," Andrew said, firm and sure and in full defiance of the most powerful family in the world. The whole room held its breath and Neil gave Andrew's shirt a tug to pull him back but Andrew ignored him, standing his ground. "They won't be going anywhere with you."

Andrew turned to Neil, keeping the Moriyama men in his sight. Andrew's hand slid to grip just above Neil's elbow and he looked at Neil with more earnest than Neil's ever seen from Andrew - not in Baltimore, not after their finals win, not in the meeting with Ichirou last Spring.

"You are not theirs to have. Do you trust me?" Andrew asked, low and only for Neil. Neil swallowed hard, but nodded without hesitation. "I'm taking you home right now, and they will not stop me."

*art is not mine - made by lunapiq on Instagram*

[kevindavidday]

You Give Love a Bad Name: Chapter One

Playlist

[feelingthedisaster]

anyone's got aftg fic recs?

brainrot is hitting hard. i reread too many times already and im desesperate for content. if i can, without smut or not smut centric would be awesome, here are some of my own recs as i know im not the only one in this situation (a lot of relationships, both rom and gen, different lenghts and completation status, we dont discriminate here, tho you can see my obvius preference for some characters)

odd eye

a reddit love story

hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing

Oh love, I'm sorry if I smothered you

where the wind can exist

Kevin & Wymack's Ultimate Road Trip Playlist

part time soulmate, full time problem (rooftop gays)

the struggles

staring at the sun

proof or survival

hoax

queerplatonic kandreil

despite everything im still human

a lot's gonna change

dead of the night

[kibalev]

"If Neil is the sun, Andrew is the world upon which he wants to rise upon everyday"

Here's my piece for the AFTG Reverse Big Bang 2024! @aftgreverse

I worked with the wonderful @yourneighborhoodneighbor, who wrote an incredibly beatiful fic which i made the art for!

You can find the link to the fic above or here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53270878/chapters/134809780

Go read it and give it all the love! <3<3<3

[tropical-lycan]

Gift for @fortheloveofexy 👀 It's a little fanart of their amazing merman AFTG fic "Into the Deep" GO READ IT!! I wanted to draw them in Crow's designs for a change hehe

[kiwiaok]

fanfic idea: aftg told from the pov of houses andrew and neil lived in. narrative soaked in culpability of being an uninvited voyer into someone’s most private, most vulnerable, most horrific moments. told by impartial witnesses, unable to change anything

walls of evermore creaking in despair and dripping blood. the attic of cass’ house letting out echoes of groans from years ago into the howling wind. basement in baltimore gathering dew from the victims’ tears on its cobwebs. fox tower’s hallways whispering giggles they overheard

[theprettiestboyinthemorgue]

Random fanfic excerpts I have saved to my phone Part 6

Fanfic: Say something

Author: Willow_bird

Fandom: All For The Game

Ship: Andrew Minyard/Neil Josten

Site: Archiveofourown.org

Fic summary:

With his free hand, Andrew pulled out his phone and looked again at the message Neil had sent him about it.

talking is hard today.

Not 'I don’t want to talk' or 'I have nothing to say' but 'talking is hard'.

***

On a bad day, Neil struggles with his own mental state, and Andrew figures out how to be there for him. As they wade through this together, both young men realize its okay to lean on each other and that they are capable of both reaching out as well as hanging on. Also, Betsy has shipped them from the beginning, let's be completely honest here.

[crazy-fangirl2524]

“Andrew doesn’t live for himself anymore.” You guys don’t get it. People who say he doesn’t care or love his family is so so wrong. Andrew is trying his fucking best to live and his family is all he has. Neil is what got Andrew to start living but nicky and Aaron helped Andrew to survive himself. (There’s no Andrew without Aaron and nicky)

[peterpatterr]

My guilty pleasure is Seth Gordon fics. When he survives, and you get to know him and see how he’s trying to change. Friendship between him and Neil. Love that shit.

[colourofmagic]

[deeppenguinstudent]

Interaction of Foxes and Jean

Renee's phone beeped with an incoming message. Once again, it beeped before an onslaught of trills came from her phone. Jean glanced down at the phone that laid vibrating on top his bed and raised his eyebrow at Renee's ignorance.

She blinked twice before stretching her lips into a small smile, "It's okay, Dan is probably texting us about the take-out she's just bought. I can tend to them in a while. Please continue what you were saying."

"Don't be reckless, Renee," he chided her, the hypocrisy was chilling, "These are your...friends. I won't allow you to dispose of them for my sake."

Renee tilted her head, and her locks of rainbow gently brushed against her shoulder as she stared at him. For a moment, they stayed in silence, unblinking. He saw Renee scan his face with something kindred to softness before she grasped his hand and gently ghosted the veins along his palm.

"Can I?"

What a stupid question.

He let out a grunt of acknowledgement before he felt peppering kisses on the mottled scars on top of his skin. He felt faint. What was a winsome maiden doing beside him? Was he so accursed that every time a beautous person gave him a morsel of attention, he loses all his inhibition? His mind was befuddled, and images of rainbows morphed into a scenery of green. How ironic was it that his once favourite colour now haunted his daydreams?

He pulled back his hand as if burned. Renee stared at him with a perplexed emotion, yet she didn't mention anything. Renee was a saint. She didn't press on matters that didn't concern her. All she yearned for was to ensure that Jean got better. She didn't seek out anything from him. It wasn't a constant push and pull of a barrage of emotions like it was with Kevin in the Nest.

Renee loved him with her soul. But Jean's heart had always ever belonged to one person alone; that person, however, would never Jean see as anything off the court.

"You should go."

"I refuse. Abby is out with Wymack. You aren't permitted to be alone," Renee's tone held no room for argument. She doesn't say what's been gnawing deep within Jean's heart. She doesn't point out the fact that Kevin hadn't visited him after he returned from West Virginia with Wymack from the funeral. She doesn't say what's shattered his cracking heart into a pile of measly broken shards.

"I can handle myself."

"I don't doubt that; nevertheless, I'd feel more at ease if you have someone next to you."

Jean sighed, his hand fiddling his hair in faux vexation. He saw Renee's eyes follow his movement, and his skin crawled at that prospect.

Another shrill of Renee's phone interrupted his train of thought, his mouth responding faster than his mind, "Then invite them over."

Renee quirked up, her body now rigid at Jean's approval. It was something they'd been frolicking around for some time. Renee was sanguine that Jean would benefit from having more friendly faces around as it would enable him to form positive relationships, unlike in the Nest. Jean argued that his pragmatic and misanthropic nature would drive everyone away and probably cause a wedge between Renee's friends and her.

He regretted the assent the moment it left his mouth. In spite of that, as he saw Renee practically bouncing up in glee, he nodded once again to solidify his statement.

Renee kissed him on the cheek before exiting the room to presumably call Dan. He touched his cheek in astonishment and huffed with aggravation before it spread into a slight smile at Renee's enthusiasm.

-☆-

Jean really didn't understand how he got himself into this situation.

At first, only Dan Wilds was supposed to come over. Jean had heard stories of Dan, and he was intrigued by the captain's determination. Before Kevin joined the Foxes, Dan and her boyfriend, Matt, were a force that brought the Foxes' stability. He held down the fort while she twisted in the air and ricocheted the ball off the walls.

Afterwards, Allison barged into Jean's room with an exasperated countenance as she clung onto Renee and bemoaned on how unfair it was that she wasn't invited to the party to which Renee patted her affectionately on her elbow.

Jean and Renee's little bubble of comforted were poked with a needle by the upperclassmen's boisterous laughter and snarky jibes at each other. It was something akin to what he saw Neil and Kevin share; the kind of bond that was so utterly foreign to Jean that he didn't know how to join in.

His dire issue seemed to resolve itself as a somewhat tipsy Nicky Hemmick, along with the goalkeeper's twin, was texted an invite by Allison. Renee shot a disapproving glare at Allison but was pleasantly surprised at Nicky's antics as he managed to communicate with Jean and blindsided his standoffish behaviour with a jovial chuckle.

"Look, this line right here means that you are going to be reincarnated in your next life," Nicky traced Jean's palms with a shaky line as he tried to recall some crash course he took eons ago back in conversion camp. Jean was flabbergasted at how quickly he found comfort in Nicky's presence. Perhaps it was because he was openly gay and unabashed at his sexuality; Jean swallowed his thoughts, and he quietly wondered whether Nicky would understand his feelings for loving a boy who was painfully straight. Whether what he went through in conversion camp was similar to what Jean went through in the Nest based on Riko's orders.

"Now that's a good question," Allison perused Jean before taking a long, languid sip of her wine, "What animal would you like to be reincarnated as? Personally, I would like to be a flamingo in my next life."

Jean gazed at his palms where Nicky massaged his wounds gently for a second before quipping up, "A duck."

The room went silent before Allison chortled, and the rest of the room let out a roar of guffaws. Embarrassment tinged at Jean's cheeks before he pressed on Nicky's hands out of reflex. He turned his head and saw Renee huffing a small laugh before feeling infinitely betrayed.

"What? Why are they laughing?" He questioned, directing his question straight at the only one not laughing, Aaron.

He shrugged his shoulders before Renee shook her head, explaining that she expected him to pick a ferocious animal like a black panther. It wasn't humorous. Instead, she found it overwhelmingly endearing, to which everyone raised their glasses of stolen alcohol from Abby's cupboard in agreement.

"I expected you to be self-absorbed, heinous asshole like Kevin, but you really are just forcing a facade of impudence," Nicky let go of Jean's hands in a favour of swirling the forgotten wine next to his leg on the floor under the bed, "If I knew how you actually were, I would've shot my shot back in the first banquet itself."

Jean didn't want to let the words sink in. Being flirted with, even jokingly, was doing more for his heart that he would have liked. Being chased by someone and chasing someone else was entirely different - it was obvious to Jean which side of the same of coin he would like to be on. He now understood why Thea had strung along so many guys only to snip off their ties at the last second.

Renee was his saviour, a saving grace that had pulled him out of the ocean when it had mattered the most. Now, Nicky was the man tethering the anchor of the raft Renee had made for him and tied it to an immovable object. Only them at sea, only them who would ever know if a tryst ever occurred.

It was tempting, so tempting to reach out to Nicky's glass and take a swig of acrid liquor just to see a reaction of something other than bottomless guilt in someone's eyes. He would have uttered: 'What's stopping you?' Before leaning into Nicky's touch and giving him goosebumps like Kevin had done numerous times to him before. Alas, the alluring green eyes had to always torment his mind until all he could imagine was Kevin, Kevin, Kevin. Only this time, it wasn't in Jean's fantasy

The door creaked open before opening with a large bang that made Allison jump in her seat.

"For Fuck's sake Kevin, you made me get wine on my new blouse," Allison screeched as she haphazardly wiped down her shirt with a tissue paper, cursing as it did nothing to alleviate the stain.

Standing at the door was Kevin Day, and behind him were Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard; Jean shut his eyes, exhaling a low tantalising breath that made Nicky quirk up his eyebrow in question beside him.

"You did that to yourself," Kevin replied with indifference before looking around the room, "What are you guys doing here? Jean needs rest. He can't afford to have company right now."

"Don't act as if you know what's best for me," Jean addressed Kevin in French, which piqued the room's attention at their little exchange. Even Aaron lifted up his head and scrutinised Kevin's face while he munched on his dinner.

Dan huffed out her disapproval, "You keep stowing him away like some damsel in distress, Kevin. It isn't healthy for him to be locked up in here for so long."

Matt carded his hands through Dan's hair, placating her rising irritation, "Besides, it's not as if we are the ones bothering him. Moreau begrudgingly requested our acquaintance, so we decided to have dinner here to keep him company."

Renee nodded her head when Kevin turned to her for confirmation.

Kevin ran his fingers through his wet hair, Jean willed himself not to look at the droplets that fell on the white shirt Kevin was now changed into, "If you wanted company, you should've called either Neil or me, Jean."

Jean felt his anger bubbling. His lip was bitten raw, and it felt like he was in the Nest once again with all eyes on him and Kevin; always waiting for one of them to slip up so they could steal their spot beside Riko in perfect court. If it was up to Jean, he would have willingly given up his position and bared the punishment of death. Yet because of one stupid promise, he would never be able to attain the solace of the afterlife on his own whims. Maybe Ichirou would finish the job himself and shoot him like he did with Riko.

"Would you have even come?" He saw Neil's confused face and the distress whirling in those sickening green eyes when Jean spat out the words in Japanese. The language Jean once loathed was now the only semblance of privacy Kevin and him would ever get. It was laughably torturous.

A cold hand pinched his cheek, and he felt a neck pressing against his shoulder with a hand thrown at the side of his hip. He didn't even notice Nicky had changed his position until he could see Kevin's little goalkeeper burning holes into the sight before them. Jean thought nothing of the ghastly stares around the room as Nicky flopped onto his lap and started snoring.

"Did you consent?" Andrew voiced. His face remained impassive, but he side stepped Kevin to move closer to them until he was looming above Jean.

Andrew repeated the question again. Whispers susserated across the room, and Neil's mouth was tight-lipped as he looked at the scene pensively - involuntarily glancing at Kevin from time to time.

Then, a chuckle. It felt foreign to Jean's ears. It had barely registered until he realised it was his own. Throughout the night, he had barely even smiled, yet a simple question with Andrew's domineering presence had reduced him to a small fit of bitterly dry laughs.

It was such an incredulous question. Jean didn't consent when he was pushed down to his knees. Jean didn't consent when Riko had craved around Grayson's bitemark on his chest to forever sear in his memory what had transpired that night. Jean didn't consent when they etched his skin with bruises and defamed his names with vile rumours. Jean didn't consent because he never thought he could ever have a choice; he was a Moreau, and they are to serve the Moriyamas and endure everything thrown to them because they are nothing but worthless property.

Jean was laughing because the first time he was ever asked, the words he would have slit his wrists over and over again in the Nest to hear, was now being presented to him for something as innocuous as a simple touch across his lap. The question he yearned to hear in the dead of the night by the boy standing less than 10 meters away: 'Did you consent?'

Andrew stared at him blankly, and Jean gazed upon Renee's saddened smile. He felt his neck start to burn.

"Take your team and leave me alone, Kevin."

Kevin gritted his teeth, "You know we can't do that. You're still under... surveillance."

"Leave me the fuck alone, Kevin!" Jean had yelled in French, startling the Nicky awake. Within an instant, Renee started ushering out everyone out of the room. Kevin stood at the entrance, with guilt wallowing in his eyes.

Jean hated it. He hated how Kevin was the last to leave the room. He hated how Kevin cleaned up the food on the floor left behind by the others without complaint. He hated how he could feel regret coiling up in his stomach as he watched Kevin bring a new pair of bandages. He hated how Kevin folded the bandages around Jean's wounds like it was second nature. He hated how Kevin's touch sent electric sparks down his spinal cord, unlike Renee had ever done before. He hated how Kevin's lips gently brushed over the wounds. He hated how that almost brought him to tears. He hated how much he wanted those lips to brush against his.

He hated Kevin.

He hated that he could never learn to resent Kevin despite everything he had done to him.

[itseyaaaa]

do you ever read a jerejean that was written before TSC, and you're satisfied bc the characters' vibes and personalities are really similar to the canon one Nora gave us???