#andreilweek2019

[thebashfulpoet]

heal (and tell me something lasts)

Neil decides that he wants a sense of permanence in his life — something that will act as a reminder of where he’s been and the home he carved for himself with the foxes. Neil decides he wants a tattoo.

Andreil Week Day Three: Tattoos ~2.7k

[bookdancerfics]

Bookdancer’s Andreil Week 2019 Masterlist

The Series on Ao3: Andreil Week 2019

Day One: Shifting Hearts, 5k+ words, rated T

Andrew was a quarter dwarf, another quarter elf, and 100% an asshole who was trying to keep his gods-forsaken family together without letting on that he actually somewhat cared for them. Neil was a shapeshifter with nothing better to do than run. Somewhere along the way, Andrew supposed it would be in both their best interests if he convinced the rabbit to stay.

Day Two: the weight of his hand in his, 1.2k+ words, rated T

Neil never intended to get shot once in his lifetime, let alone twice.

(At least this time he has Andrew to hold his hand.)

Day Three: This Is Neil Josten, 500+ words, rated T

Tattoos are permanent, ink on his skin that Neil knows his mother would hate him for. They’re also a reminder of home.

Aka Neil gets his first tattoo with Andrew and he’s sappy about it.

Day Four: sing a song for the monsters, 1.1k+ words, rated T

The Monsters’ lead singer picks Neil out of a crowd and pulls him up on stage with them, but it’s their drummer who takes him backstage. An AFTG band AU

Day Five: (Cat)astrophe, 2.3k+ words and 2/? chapters, rated T

They hadn’t planned on coming out yet. They definitely hadn’t planned on coming out like this. Aka Neil went shopping for the cats, got into a hostage situation, and then things fell apart.

Day Six: teaching love to dance, 2k+ words, rated T

On twilight nights, on aching ones, on sunny days with chirping birds or thunderstorms that split the sky, Neil liked to dance with Andrew.

Aka, 5 times Neil asked Andrew to dance and the 1 time Andrew asked first

Day Seven: The Oasis, 500 words, rated T

Andrew Minyard, renowned government assassin, holds a knife to Neil’s throat. In any other situation, Neil would throw the other man over his shoulder and get on with his own job, but this isn’t any other situation. An AFTG assassins AU in which Andrew and Neil are both assassins for different organizations, but that doesn’t stop them from calling each other home.

Day Eight: #Josyard is Real, 1.3k+ words, rated T

Neil kisses Andrew on the Court moments after winning Olympic Gold. The internet has a lot to say about it.

[declanrights]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic

Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard

Characters: Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Sir Fat Cat McCatterson, King Fluffkins

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Tenderness, Softness, literally just pure fluff, Lazy Mornings, Pillow Fights, andreil being rowdy boys, also andreil being cat parents

Summary:

for andreil week 2019: day 7 — “i could kill you right now”

Andrew cleared his throat. Neil snorted, watching him school his features into a serious expression. “I could kill you right now.”

Neil’s head fell back as he laughed, bright and carefree. He felt as light and dreamy as the sunlight that fell onto their messy, rumpled bedsheets. Grinning stupidly, he met Andrew’s amused gaze and said, “Try me, asshole.”

[minyard-03]

My small contribution for Andreilweek 2019, day 4: Japan

[novakstiel]

Andreil Week Day 3: phobia | language | tattoo/piercing

i’ve never really seen andrew or neil as the kind of people to get piercings or tattoos, but for andreil week i went “what if”

and considering i drew a shirtless andrew for andreil week last year, i guess it’s only fair this year it’s neil’s turn

ft. andrew getting to enjoy neil’s tongue piercing :~)

[emmerrr]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Andreil week day 1: alternate meeting (i know, i know, i'm late)

The guy who the bag belongs to looks to be around Neil’s age, maybe a little older. But now that Neil’s close enough to get a better look, he’s clearly exhausted; there’s dark shadows under his eyes that imply a few nights of poor sleep. His blond hair is mussed on one side like he’s been running a hand through it, and he’s dressed all in black; long-sleeved black t-shirt, black torn jeans, black combat boots. He also has a black hoodie which he’s balled up and is using as a pillow against the back of his chair. His arms are crossed, and he looks...not quite pissed off, but there’s certainly something unapproachable about him.

And yet he’s watching Neil, unblinking, unsmiling, almost like he’s silently daring him to speak.

“Can I sit there?” Neil points at the chair.

The guy looks from Neil to the chair and back again, then he shrugs. “I dunno. Can you?”

Neil rolls his eyes mightily, picks up the bag and deposits it on the floor before taking a seat. “I guess I can.”

[gluupor]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Final chapter! Featuring: unadulterated fluff.

For AndreilWeek 2019 Day 8 prompt: Free choice (I chose AndreilWeek 2018 Day 3 prompt: bare skin)

Eight chapters in eight days! *wipes brow* Whew! Thank you so much to the @andreilweek organizers: @lady-gryffindor @arxhaangel @minyard-03

[carry-on-playing-exy]

Andreil Week Day Five- new home + Cats