"Neil passou os últimos oito anos de sua vida fugindo do pai e escondendo seu gênero secundário. O que ele fará depois que seu status de ômega for revelado ao mundo? Ficará e lutará pela família e pelo lar que começou a construir? Ou continuará fugindo? Ou Uma releitura A/B/O de AFTG abordando questões de igualdade de gênero com um toque de angústia da Fox." 🎨: lunapiq Essa obra *NÃO* é de minha autoria, é uma tradução da autora E_B_W, originária da plataforma AO3, para mais informações acesse: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40563333/chapters/101625351

Se Andrew quiser continuar trabalhando com a única coisa que gosta, precisa voltar para a terapia. Mas como ninguém especificou qual tipo de terapia precisa fazer, decide que pode muito bem se divertir ao mesmo tempo. Cansado de ouvir a irmã e amiga dizerem que precisa relaxar e conhecer alguém, Neil aceita criar um perfil em um aplicativo de relacionamento. Mas como ninguém especificou que tipo de relacionamento precisava encontrar, decide que pode muito bem aceitar uma proposta mais interessante. ************************************ Inspirada nesse tweet engraçadinho aqui https://x.com/changbin_sa1on/status/1969488036942528545?t=hVt-4adaSWB_sfptrWWD6Q&s=19

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24792331/chapters/59955337 An a/b/o mpreg Andreil au Enjoy lovelies 🧡💜

Andrew picks a fight at a game and ends up in the ER with a dislocated shoulder. While there, he meets a distracting redheaded nurse who flips his life upside down. (This is a companion fic to A Quiet Night (Neil's Version), just in Andrew's POV. You don't need to read them in any particular order.)

When Neil wakes up in a very familiar car sitting next to a ghost, a little more than 7 years younger, he was more than a little freaked out. Last thing he remembered was going out for Andrew's 25th birthday. He hadn't been sure what to expect. He hadn't even been sure why he'd done it. He was left adrift in too tight skin, sitting for hours next to the ghost of his mother in what was apparently a jaunt into the past, but it was ingrained in him to run back to Andrew. Always he orbited around the man who stood between him and any threat. Always he found his way to the man's side. Now was no exception. He hadn't really expected for Andrew to know who he was though. As he heard Andrew's voice say his name, he realized that he'd been expecting a 'Who is this?', not a 'Neil?'. Somehow, the relief he'd felt at hearing it though, was short lived. He was panicking. "Where the fuck are you. I woke up six hours ago in the house in Colombia with Nicky and Aaron. It's fucking April 22nd, 2003 Neil."

Neil escapes from castle evermore after being Rikos pet omega ever since he presented when he was 13 years old. Somehow he finds his way to the palmetto pack and they take him in and offer him saftey and shelter. An odd alpha takes an interest in Neil and offers him protection. TW/CW: Sexual assault, Rape/noncon, self harm, suicidal thoughts, addiction, abuse, cannon-typical violence Gonna be kinda heavy ngl, as most of my story's do tend to be, so just take care of your self. You don't have to have read the all for the game series to understand this fic at all. There will be referencing obviously and the characters are all there, along with my own OCs, but other than that it's free rein to any who are intrigued. Though I really do recommend the series, it's probably my favorite books besides Harry Potter.

**** The drive back to Fox Tower was silent between Andrew's group. The Foxes victory against the Ravens left the team rattled with happiness. Matt and the others chatted away cheerfully on the ride back. Neil sat behind Andrew. He still felt the push of Andrew's lips against his. Neil brought hand up to his face and ran his thumb over his bottom lip, his heartbeat quickened as he thought about it. All his life he had been running, but the Foxes gave him a home. They refused to give him up, even though they now all knew who he was, where he had come from. But his past did not define him, he carried it with him, but it couldn't weight the Exy-player down anymore. Only the now counted, the present. - Neil had needed this appreciation. The auburn haired was feeling tingly all over, aching, sweating. Andrew lay beside him, following his example. His expression was saying something different than 'boring'. He was just as exhausted as Neil was. He turned away to not look at the striker. Neil wondered on that. As the blonde turned around to face him again, his eyes were glistening, his lips formed a tight line. "What are you-", Neil began, but Andrew's hand flew fastly in front of his mouth, covering up the words he intended to ask. "Don't talk", Andrew told him in a growly voice, "This ain't getting no easier with you" Neil took Andrew's hand off his mouth, which Andrew didn't protest against. "Geez", Andrew responded, then grabbed Neil by his waist and pulled him closer, not letting go of Neil's hand in the process. "You're so downright annoying, I want to smack you" **** This is mostly for me and my stupid self to let my fantasies play, feel free to read it, though. **** I started off when the 3rd book ended. *Warning: includes spoilers* (It mostly contains Andreil) Have fun :) *these characters belong to Nora Sakavic*

Sempre soubemos o quanto éramos dependentes da internet. Só não imaginávamos o quanto. Então, quando simplesmente deixou de existir, claro que tudo colapsou, claro que a sociedade ruiu. Se as pessoas fossem boas e o mundo prestasse, as coisas voltariam ao normal, eventualmente. Mas as pessoas eram uma merda e o mundo não prestava, então aqueles que tinham poder o bastante e maldade o suficiente para usá-lo, tomaram conta de tudo. Fazia anos que Andrew Minyard vivia com David Wymack e o resto de sua família em uma pequena célula clandestina, longe de todo o perigo. Principalmente longe dos Generais que mandavam em tudo. Sobreviviam com as produções próprias e assaltos ocasionais. Tudo sempre deu certo, até o dia em que Andrew entrou em uma casa grande, distante o suficiente do próprio lar, e encontrou um garoto bonito, inteligente e perigoso pedindo para ir embora com ele.

Neil está no último ano de Palmetto State. Andrew tem um time profissional em Nova York. Eles se reencontram depois de um mês separados.

Neil lentamente mapeia o corpo de Andrew ********************************************************* *Essa obra e uma tradução a história original pode ser encontrada no ao3 no perfil @crazy_like_a todos os direitos reservados a ela