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"Thalia Warden will be a legal adult on this day next year. Until then, she will live in the foster care system, and will be able to do with her life as she pleases after that." - Memories are a powerful thing. Something everyone strives to collect and to keep. But when pieces of your life start falling apart, and there are things you can't remember, it gets tough. Thalia's life is full of fragmented pieces, and there are only two things she is absolutely sure of; she needs to run. Run away from whatever home she's placed in. Run to freedom, and never look back. And that agreeing to play exy with the Palmetto State Foxes was the best decision in her life.

Andrew Minyard has spent his entire life building walls-between himself and his past, between himself and feeling, between himself and everyone who might see the violence that lurks beneath his carefully controlled exterior. As goalkeeper for the Foxes, he's found a fragile peace in routine and medication, keeping the world at arm's length Until he meets Mikhail Romanov. Misha is everything Andrew should avoid: a Bratva boss with pale, piercing eyes and a smile like sin, whose beauty masks a capacity for violence that rivals Andrew's own. Tall, powerfully built, and devastatingly handsome, Misha looks like a fallen angel-and he's just as dangerous as one.

What kind of players do the Foxes recruit after The King's Men? Who joins the team, and how do they fit in with the others? This story explores exactly that - and shows us how Andrew, much to his own surprise, ended up making two very important and surprisingly useful decisions. I dedicate this work to my dearest girl - the one who inspired me to write it. What began as a small message in our chat eventually grew into the massive draft I now carry on my phone. I hope you enjoy this story, as I personally see it as a possible continuation of canon - a glimpse into the lives of the Foxes after the end of the third book. While writing, I've relied on the released material about Jean and the additional information shared by Nora herself, doing my best to stay within the bounds of canon and keep everything true to the original universe. I truly hope you'll like it. Feel free to leave your comments and likes. With love, Yours, AsteryWrites.

Andrew knew pain all too well. His little injury wasn't anything he couldn't overcome, the people treating him, on the other hand, he wasn't so sure. His entire adult life was made of clear boundaries carved in stone, anyone daring to cross them will get punched in the face without a second thought. One evening he ends up in a hospital, there are hands all over him, people tell him to calm down, that they want to help, that they mean no harm. None of their voices matter, all that matters is their hands, touching. But then a rude, bossy man comes- either a doctor or a nurse, and shoos everyone away, he puts his foot down and gives a hard time to anyone trying to argue without batting an eye. Andrew couldn't figure him out, he was a mystery he couldn't solve, and it made him more then a little bit uncomfortable. It was irritating. Andrew was always two steps ahead, he could always read people, know their intentions before they spoke. He swore to himself that he was going to solve the man. He wasn't expecting him to do the same.

They were never meant to survive, let alone love. Two fractured souls drifted through a world that had already written their endings. One moved slowly, quietly undone by a weight that no one could see, every breath a reminder that time was not kind. The other carried a storm beneath a still face, a mind that never rested, a chaos that pressed from the inside, relentless and unyielding. When they found each other, it felt like something rare and impossible- like recognition in the cracks, like a pause in a world that would not pause for them. For a moment, it almost felt like hope. But being together only made the fragility unbearable. Every moment was a sunray slipping through trembling fingers, a warmth they could never hold for long. They clung with every ounce of themselves, desperate and raw, trying to keep the darkness at bay, but the light kept dying, and the shadows pressed closer, leaving only a hollow ache that would linger long after the warmth was gone. They could not save each other. They could only hold on, for as long as anything would let them.

One Shots que he escrito sobre la trilogía All for the game (AFTG), de Nora Sakavic. Créditos al artista de la ilustración.

What if Neil spoke before the countdown went to 0?

Alvarez kisses her, soft lips and soft curves, on a Thursday night. She tastes like the vodka and coke she'd been drinking all night, like loneliness and love, and it's a toxic combination. [can be read as a non-fandom poem/stand-alone]

Alternatively Titled: How Andrew Gradually Learns to be Soft

Hello! I suffer from Neil Josten brain rot, the only cure is writing down all my one-shots and head canons. I might also end up writing some longer stories to go along with this, not sure. Please enjoy, please leave comments I am super interested to know how my writing is to people! (All characters belong to Nora Sakavic)

Trzy lata temu Andrew powiedział Neilowi, że ich "coś" już go nie interesuje. Kiedy Andrew przenosi się do drużyny Neila, okazuje się, że Neil ruszył ze swoim życiem do przodu.

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.

#1 Riko Moriyama #2 Kevin Day #3 Nathaniel Wesninski #4 Jean Moreau The Perfect Court. They are brothers, and they will die for eachother. I don't claim any of the art btw.

Neil is desperate to make a quick escape when he comes across a motorcycle, can't be that different from hotwiring a car, right? He doesn't get quite that far, as he's interrupted by an angry blond, the bike's owner.

All for the Game by Nora Sakavic is such an under appreciated piece of art. To fix that I will use this book to post: rants, memes, fan art, maybe comics, fanfic suggestions, and more about this epic trilogy. Updates every Friday.

What would happened if Stuart Hatford came to Baltimore too late? AU where Neil wasn't saved by his uncle and Andrew had to deal with a new reality without Junkie's annoying face, stupid puppy eyes and addictive touch of his lips.

I CAN FINALLY SEE YOU'RE AS FUCKED UP AS ME ( renee walker x female oc ) ( post the king's men ) ( social media ) ( complete )

Idk random foxes stuff. Probably all Andreil cover art by ||starcaster|| on tumblr - find the post here: https://llstarcasterll.tumblr.com/post/166837447787

just a bunch of super adorable one-shots of this amazing series called All for the Game. Enjoyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!

All for the game one-shots I take requests and all that good stuff I'm also active on Ao3 Same TWs for the book I'll pretty much do any ship and anything you want I've only written smut like 2 times but if y'all want it I'll write it I'll add my own crap in here too You can ask to be kept Anonymous DM me or comment up to you