#aftg wips

[glendover]

who are aaron's kid(s) in the single dad Aaron wip? :)

Aaron has one daughter! Her name is Arlo Kia Minyard, but her friends (and uncles) call her Arie and Aaron actually calls her lovingly little duck/ ducky/ my duckling 🙂‍↕️

she’s five years old and a sweet giggly angel. she loves bed time stories and everything that glitters. Aaron had her when he was still in college so she grew up surrounded by the twins, Neil and Nicky and behaves accordingly :)

[halfpintpeach]

Okay so hi

Who wants to hear about my new AFTG musicians AU???

Because just picture Aaron, Matt, and Neil as a trio similar to AJR and yes I'd be using their songs because I have no shame and this idea hit me like a freight train while I was driving home today.

Some of the foxes as musicians. Some as actors. Maybe one or two just random nobodies who somehow know everyone and they're just like that.

[little2nerdy]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Kevin Day, Kayleigh Day, Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, David Wymack, Riko Moriyama Additional Tags: How Do I Tag, Spoilers for Book 5: The Golden Raven (All For The Game), POV Kevin Day, Kevin Day-centric, Kevin Day Needs A Hug, Mentioned Kayleigh Day, Parental David Wymack, Good Parent David Wymack, irish kevin day, Sad Kevin Day Summary: When Kevin gets a delivery of his belongings from the Nest, he finds something he had never expected.

I put up a second part of this where Kevin does go home! 

[justadreamfox]

I mean… you know I’m gonna ask about OMWF—fic of all time 🥺🤲

ah yes well... how about three things and a wee snippet for you, my darling.

Next chapter is Andrew POV

I've got it half finished...

I have FINALLY figured out how Kevin dies/d

and:

“Andrew, stop.” It’s Kevin, crouched at their side, jaw clenched, steel in his eyes. Someone is already finding their backbone, Andrew thinks hysterically. He blinks at Kevin, at the ghost they have chased into the past, and then he frees one hand from Neil and snakes it out to twist into Kevin’s collar, pulling him close. 

Andrew breathes and breathes and breathes and then he says, “I would not hurt him.”

[codename-adler]

WIP Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

Thank you for tagging me @vykio , @merceyca & @you-know-i-get-itt💕💕💕

Get ready for an absolutely monstrous shitload of wips. So sorry. This is inexcusable.

Steady Now

jerejean potato for SN

aftg x tlou

Baby Girl, Good Luck + BGGL Scraps

Start of Time

dtyfstdf Ch. 21 - KA Swimming/Shower

295

So This Is Christmas

Andrew's Farewell

The Language of Boys

On the Nature of Day(light)

Speak AU

Never Goodbye

Kathea 🌺

drive-by shooting kevaaron

x mafia husbands x

aftg television soundtrack project

no pressure tag:

@constelationprize @joanofexys @minyard-05

@detectivebambam @cielalune

@jeanmoreaue @jeanmoroses

@sapphoherselz @ninyard

@kevindavidday @kevinsdsy

& all who wish to share their passion!! if you don't have fic wips, it can be future posts you plan or want to write, a playlist you want to make, drawings, anything!

[stardoused]

WIP Tag Game...... thank you for tagging @kevindavidday

stealing the description from liz who already stole it from aaron: poll with ur wip titles, 1 sentence for every vote

go crazy

hungry heart (Kevin Day, fumbling his lovers, aroace)

lover, you should have come over (Kevin Day, fumbling his lovers, now mlm)

career end (take a guess)

hold your horses (my original work I)

horror cruise odyssey (my original work II)

go write a job application you unemployed loser

Voting ended onSep 18, 2025

Kisses and tags to everyone interested, especially my other half of my brain @mynameisactuallylenny

[mostlyvoid-partiallyflowers]

WIP Wednesday 1/8/25

Hi y'all! I'm going to try to keep up with WIP Wednesdays again. Here's the menu for this week:

KevAaron College Theater au (masterpost)

Kevin Day Angst (masterpost)

When Harry Met Sally KevAaron au

Andreil 5+1 Competency Kink

[justadreamfox]

of course I would have to go with...BLOOD LUST

OKAY so, this one is a vamp!neil andreil I fully plotted out and started on a while ago, with berserker Neil and a whole household of found family vamps and humans but see... I like it so much I am thinking to make it a BOOK with OCs instead. One day. Maybe. If i can ever quit Nora's boys....

Explicit excerpt under the cut :)

Andrew woke up when the bed dipped and bounced and settled near his feet. He scootched up against the headboard, fighting a yawn and blinking reluctant eyes open. “You’re late,” he said. 

“It’s fine,” Neil shrugged lightly. He was naked and sitting criss cross applesauce at the foot of the bed, dripping blood and grinning like a loon. 

“Sun’s out,” Andrew said, cutting a glance at the thrice filtered light seeping in around their blackout curtains.

“Barely,” Neil said, but the slight tinge of sulfur in the air called him a liar, the burn of it warring with the metallic scent of blood in Andrew’s nostrils. Andrew reached out and rubbed the singed end of one of Neil’s curls and raised an eyebrow, but Neil’s grin just widened and he tilted forward onto hands and knees and stalked Andrew in the bed until Andrew dropped back on his pillow, until Neil was hovering over him, sharp teeth glistening. A drop of blood beaded in the hollow of Neil’s cheek, rolled down his chin, and plopped onto Andrew’s collar bone. He shivered when Neil dipped his head to lick it up with one long swipe of his clever tongue. 

Neil nosed at Andrew’s neck. “Can I?” Andrew shivered again in anticipation and wrapped his arms around Neil, reeling him all the way in until Neil’s molten hot skin was pressed to him, his cock hard against Andrew’s thigh, his teeth two careful pin pricks at Andrew’s throat. The books and horror movies and fucking Twilight had it so so wrong. Vampires weren’t cold; they were liquid heat, particularly when they’d recently fed, and by the feel of him Andrew’d say Neil had just eaten a lot of people. 

“Yes,” Andrew whispered in Neil’s ear, and Andrew held tight to Neil’s curls as he pushed his teeth slowly through Andrew’s skin, just how he knew Andrew liked it. Andrew arched up against him and Neil wrapped impossibly tighter around him and it was nothing but yes and always and the almost-too-much burn of shared blood lust rushing between them. 

It felt like Neil wanted to crawl inside Andrew’s skin in these moments, on fire and feral and strong, so strong, the blood dripping from his hair and running down his neck, the same blood gushing through his veins, the lifeforce of the people he had killed, murdered, sucked dry in a messy berserker spree. Messy in a way that Neil never was with Andrew. Careless in a way that Neil never was with Andrew. This, now, was life - vital and real and so far from the death and destruction written all over Neil’s body for Andrew to read with fingertips and tongue.

Neil pulled back after an eternity, eyes shining and wild, but movements controlled, and it was with care that he tucked fingertips into the waistband of Andrew’s sweatpants, tugged oh so gently, tilted his head. 

If Andrew said no, Neil would pull back, no questions, no proding, no expectation. He needed the release, sure, needed to ease the pressure valve after going berserk. But that was never Andrew’s problem, Neil made sure of it. If Andrew said no, Neil would jack off in the shower, and most likely promptly pass out against the tiles, running all the hot water out of the creaky old mansion to the annoyance of the humans.

But Andrew had known this was coming when Neil disappeared at sunset in a swirl of too big t-shirt and glinting steel blue eyes and Andrew had sat up waiting - fantasizing - until he’d been unable to keep his eyes open. Anticipation was a heady morphine of a drug, and the slow drip of it for the last twelve hours meant that every part of Anderw’s body was saying yes to this, right now, to Neil, to all of it. 

Andrew shoved his pants down, surging up to kiss his vampire, to flip him in a show of strength that Neil allowed, that he relished, and proceeded to take him apart. 

After, Neil promptly passed out. Andrew half sat up over him, considering a bridal carry to the shower to get the blood off of him, but he had other work to do and they could just wash the sheets later. It wasn’t like Andrew was going to get sleep for hours anyway. He brushed the singed curls away from Neil’s face, ran a fingertip down a scar on his cheek, and then heaved himself out of bed with a self indulgent sigh. He was going to need at least three shots of espresso this morning.