Andreil Stories

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

Andrew & Neil one-shots Enjoy or don't idgaf Also, hehe If you haven't read the All For The Game trilogy by Nora Sakavick *Cough* go fuck yourself *cough* *cough* Jk. I'm joking, chill. Unless you're a hater of course. Anyway, please go read the fucking books, they were sent from God themselves. If you aren't going to, like I God damn well know you aren't, then read them eventually. You WONT regret it. If you do though, Go fuck yourself. Seriously. Go make yourself scarce and fuck off. 😁 I dont claim any of the art btw.

just some aftg stories, some are long and some are short. I tried my best. :)

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.

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.

Dear Reader. I just started this Fic on Tumblr, but I decided to continue it here. It won't be long, just a few chapters, but I think it will turn out okay. If you don't ship Andreil? Don't read it. If you don't like Angst? Don't read it. Finally, if you like Fluff, Angst, Romance, and are open minded to Andrew changing, being loved, cherished, and happy? Then this Fic is for you. Happy reading! DISCLAIMER!!! All of these characters belong to Nora Sakavic, this is complete FanFiction, and the plot is purely of my own creation. Also, there will be swearing Thank you. -Luna

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)

uhhhh so, there was a thing about fanfiction i found that said something along the lines of- "you arent truly desperate until you're staring down a blank document" and well............ here I am......... *i do NOT own any of the art/pictures and I don't own these characters, its just *long suffering sigh* fanfiction* ill probably add more if I have any inspiration if you don't like it then perish coward enjoy :) or don't, its all the same to me - Demon

HARPER DE Luca enjoyed the little things. As an ex-addict, she had been told to find joy in things often overlooked by others. She was proud of the progress she'd made and the path she was paving for herself. She prided herself on being a survivor. That's why she's a Fox, after all. She's a survivor. After the turbulent year the team endured and the wild ride freshman Neil Josten took them on, the Palmetto State Foxes are ready for a peaceful year, a final year as a family. But of course, we don't all get what we wish for. Strange things begin happening around the tower: Harper's books are leaning too far to the right, an extra scoop of ice-cream is gone, her locker is too tidy, and is that blood? When her nightmares become reality once more, and a shadow from her past emerges, Harper once again finds it difficult to enjoy the details, and all she wanted was a quiet year with her family. . . . Warnings: mentions, references and descriptions of past and present drug addiction, drug abuse, forced taking of drugs, sexual assault, rape, domestic violence, and panic attacks. . . . original character x undecided post tkm status: ongoing began: 10/07/2021

"𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 *I only own Eris Amara, credits to Nora Sakavic*

Mostly fanfic. Klance, solangelo, etc. Won't be updated too often. Most of these are based on (if not directly following) plot lines that my friend came up with.

Neil is still trying to cope with this new secure lifestyle with uncle stuart after baltimore and he just wants to forget everything and pass to high school when he meets Andrew Minyard, "the bad boy", "the monster" but he sees right trought him, he can see that its all an act because all his life he has met monsters and Andrew Minyard is not one. Fanart by Markass

Andrew leaned forward abruptly, taking Neil by the chin, forcing Neil to look at him. "Quit that." Neil looked like a lost puppy with his wide eyes and pouting lip. Andrew sighed, softening slightly. "Closed mouths don't get fed, Neil." OR Neil starts pulling away. Kevin starts pushing. Andrew, as usual, sees the problem for what it is before anyone else does.

"Rodziny się nie wybiera, Neil." czyli chaotyczna wigilia wśród Lisów.

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]

Andrew had realized that for once, he still wanted to be in this world. It was better when he didn't. But then again, it was worse before Neil Josten. - The revolution of the Earth is slowing down. The days they have left under the sun are numbered. It was probably just the end of the f#cking world. - most characters belong to Nora Sakavic all rights reserved started 21 april 2020

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

Andrew Minyard is fine being alone, really he is. Bee has her small little coven and he has his own practice, the ingredients that speak to him and guide him and his magical doodles to keep him company. The last thing he expects is to find a home amongst other witches that aren't Bee. AKA A story of a young witch finding his place and comfort in his practice. *Decided to take this from my ao3 and post it here!*

"If you were that desperate for clean clothes I would have driven you to the laundromat. No need to go out looking for one on foot in the middle of the night." "What?" Neil asks dumbly. "Were all the washing machines occupied, junkie?" Ah. That. Neil looks down at the bright orange hoodie, hand rubbing his neck sheepishly. -OR- Neil grabs the wrong hoodie by mistake. *Inspired by karmiky's post on tumblr

andrew had a nightmare and he tries to feel better about it tw: soft andreil & mentions of past abuse, it's aftg after all, there's not much i can do about it art by pearfears