~COMPLETE~ "You were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs." "I'm not a hallucination." "You are a pipe dream." A/N: After two weeks of unhealthy obsession, I've decided to write a fanfic for the first time in my life. This is The King's Men by Nora Sakavic (third installment of the All For the Game trilogy) but from Andrew's point of view instead of Neil's. I'm using the novel and Nora's extra tumblr content to try and be as realistic as possible. Can't guarantee I won't stray a bit, though. I've also taken a couple cues from naj10ajm03 on Archive. Obviously, if you haven't read all three of the books, this won't make any sense. But I hope you like it! All rights to the characters and stuff go to Nora Sakavic.

‪an aftg au in which andrew tells his story after getting his feelings back and (almost) hating ever part of it, based on the king's men.‬

Neil Josten has been in Witness Protection for seven years, working as an ER nurse and avoiding getting close to anyone. When Andrew Minyard shows up in the ER with a dislocated shoulder, his world is flipped on its head.

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.)

Neil Josten joins the Palmetto State Foxes under a storm of lies, scars, and a past that's closing in fast. When Coach Wymack introduces him to the team, the tension is instant-especially with Andrew Minyard, the cold-eyed goalkeeper who doesn't believe in second chances or soft boys with secrets. But what starts as a demand from Wymack to "communicate better" leads to something unexpected: a box of exchanged letters, passed in secret and written when words feel too dangerous to say out loud. Some letters hurt. Some heal. Some confess things neither boy dares to say aloud. In fifteen letters, they unravel and remake each other. And in the end, maybe-just maybe-they find something worth staying for. Because sometimes, the most powerful promises are the ones written on paper.

Andrew Minyard spends most nights practicing Exy. He took up the sport years ago, but has failed to tell his family that he plays Exy at all. One night, Neil Josten stumbles upon Andrew practicing, and wants to make a deal. OR au in which everything is the same except Andrew isn't a fox and Neil has most of his shit situated already.

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."

Andrew is self destructing and all Neil wants to do is help. Word Count: 2235 Genre: one-shot angst w/ happy ending TW: self destruction, alcohol an: wow pls love me

Hello dear reader, whoever you are. This is my first fanfic ever, and is probably awful, but hey! I tried. Anyways, this is just an Andreil FanFic that tells about how Neil grew to trust the people he loves, aside from Andrew who he already trusts with all his being. I won't be able to update regularly, but it's okay because no one will most likely want to read it anyways! I'm okay, really.( *cries internally*)So anyways my dear reader, enjoy.

Andrew could feel Neil's pulse ricocheting underneath the pads of his fingers. It leapt and bounced around his brain like drum beats, until he was sure the sound would never fade. - o r - AFTG au where the Monsters have sort-of superpowers, and Kevin still needs to learn how to handle his alcohol.