#nathaniel wesniski

[ace-ephalopod]

You cannot convince me that when Andrew and Neil get married they don’t, 1. get married young Andy and April style. Like they’re probably still in college and everyone is like you’re crazy but then they’re married until they die, 2. say I Do during their vows, instead they say Yes, 3. have wymack officiate, and 4. not have rings cause rings can get lost. Instead they have the word yes tattooed on the inside of their ring fingers in each other’s handwriting. That’s all.

#aftg #andriel #andriel wedding #andrew minyard #neil josten #andrew josten #neil minyard #nathaniel wesniski #the foxhole court #all for the game #tfc #the raven king #trk #the kings men #tkm #andy and april #parks and rec #coach wymack

[neil-jortson]

Y’all know that trend on tiktok where you can see the percent amount of danger that you are in? (100% equaling death) Imagine that for the foxhole court

I’ll raise you that Renee is the only person on earth who can see both herself and others numbers

All throughout the year she’s had to watch the numbers of her family rise and fall but she’s afraid to tell them she can see the numbers

She tries so hard to keep Andrew home at thanksgiving and neil from going “home” on Christmas break to no avail

She’s sick of not taking action

Renee can feel the dread building in her as everyday Neil’s number goes a little higher as his countdown gets closer to zero

She can tell that Neil knows what’s causing his numbers to go up just by his behavoir

She almost cried when she sees his number hit ninety because she hasn’t seen a number that high since Seth died

They’re on the bus on the way to the game and her mind is filled with worry

She’s thinking to herself: should I tell Andrew? Will it happen during the game? Should I tell coach to pull him? Should I talk to neil about it? He probably wouldn’t tell me the truth anyway-

Her thoughts last her till they make it to the game

She watches from the sidelines as his number creeps up 91%, 92%, and holds steady at 93%

It holds that way until it jumps to 97% when he comes out from the showers after the game

All it takes for her to understand is the single look he gives the “security guards” like he’s begging for his life

She waits until after Neil says his goodbye to Andrew and walks up to Andrew

“Hand me a knife” she tells him and grabs it from his hand

“The security guards aren’t security gaurds” is all she can whisper to him before they are asked to line up

Andrew takes her seriously and follows in suit of her by getting into the back of the line right behind neil

Neil tried to switch places with him multiple times but Andrew just. won’t. budge.

Renee is standing at the front of the line and right before the security guard reaches for the door handle she yells “NOW”

The foxes scatter in the chaos trying to help, or avoid, the gaurds and Neil is trying to tear one of the gaurds away from Andrew

Eventually the gaurds have been dealt with and Renee breaths out a large sigh of relief as Neil’s number goes down to only 27% (still higher than she would like but she will take what she can get)

Neil just kneels on the ground and tries to breath staring at the bodies of two of his worst nightmares

Nicky is about to call the police when Neil tells him to wait just a minute

“I want you all to hear this from me without the presence of pigs”

“My name is Nathaniel Wesniski and those men were sent by my father to kill me”

Neil gives a very abriviated rendition of his story and promises to explain more when he can

When the police finally arrive Andrew, Renee, Matt, Aaron, and Neil are put in handcuffs for being involved with the death of the two individuals

When they try to find identification for the bodies and Neil responds with “Jackson Plank and Romero Malcom” the FBI are called in

The rest would follow the story of the book mostly with Neil’s uncle coming in to kill Nathan and by the time the FBI make it to the residence to question Nathan about the death of his friends and what they were elligedly there to do, they are already dead.

(Ignoring the rules of the American law system that I can’t bother to look up) the foxes are released on bail and they all spend the spring break in a cabin in the state

Renee can finally rest easy seeing all of the foxes at 0% danger

#i didnt mean for this to be all about renee but im not mad about it #i know this doesnt make a lot of sense but screw it #andrew trusts renee completely so when she tells him hey kill that guy over there hes all on it #matt is ride or die and aaron and adrew are two sides of the same coin #aaron will protect his family #the foxes ask renee how she knew neil was in danger and she just smiles and says i just did #aftg #aftg fic #aftg headcanon #renee walker #neil josten #the foxes #aftg hc

[shit-uhm-sorry]

It all starts in one of Andrew's criminal justice classes. It was specifically for analyzing the sociology of criminals. (how victim-abuser relationships work, criminal empires, the structure of how criminals interact with other people, etc.)

Andrew likes his degree. He really does. And having to admit that, even to himself is as Bee would put it: a big step forward

He doesn't care enough to shove it away. It feels... interesting. The whole field is interesting.

But then theres times like- this.

That makes Andrew want to commit another felony himself.

It was not long after the Baltimore incident.

Only a month after.

And his sociology professor comes in with a peculiar pep in her step.

She sets down her notes for the day and waits for the rest of the students to file in.

Once everyone is settled she plastered on this big grin

"Everybody, I have something to share." She said it as if she was trying to contain her excitement but everyone knew she was practically bursting with it. "If any of you are avid on keeping up with news involving big criminal networks you would have seen an absolutely astounding albeit vague breakthrough about a month ago."

Andrew felt his stomach clench. If she was going where he thought she was going with this...

"Some of you criminal conspiracy theorists out there know all about infamous Wesninski scandal."

Andrew felt a spark of anger begin to boil but he absolutely refused to show anything outwardly. He heard some classmates that were the avid conspirators start to also whisper excitedly. Andrew clenched his hand into a fist under the desk so hard he could feel half moon marks forming on his palms.

"For those of you who dont..."

She then pressed a button on her remote and the projector started to turn on.

An article titled "The Blood of the Fallen Wesniski Family" appeared on the screen. It had the picture of a giant house-closer to a mansion-on the front that Andrew could only assume was the Wesninski's.

"This article was published this morning. A month ago there had been a news story about a big bust in the Wesninski house reporting several murders of the occupants inside, but the police refused to release any more information than that. It was huge, considering many had speculated exactly what has been happening involving the Wesninski's for years."

"But this morning the FBI finally released information about what had happened."

His professor scrolled down past the picture to start reading the article outloud.

"Nathan Wesninski, Lola Malcolm, Patrick DiMaccio and 7 other victims have been reported dead, found around and mostly in a hidden basement of the Wesninski household."

It then went on to talk about the cause of death, why the FBI had been withholding this information, and the speculation on who killed them.

Suddenly she scrolled down and a picture of Neil showed up. There were a few audible gasps in the room. A select couple were from recognition, the rest were from the shock of the images.

Andrew had seen Neil in the hotel. But that was after he had gotten medical care.

This was when the police and press had arrived right after he narrowly escaped death.

Andrew felt such a white hot rage that he could feel his lips curling upwards in a snarl.

Neil was being man handled by a cop in the image, his hair a matted mess and blood was everywhere. The lacerations and burns on his cheeks were stark against his pale face. The shirt- the fucking shirt that Andrew saw Neil leave in before the riot was stained with so much fresh blood and sweat.

The worst part-

The worst part though was that in the image Neil was doubled over laughing. His eyes were filled with panic and hysteria and his mouth was wide. Andrew could hear his own laughter filling his ears when Drake-

Andrew pushed that aside in favor of trying to contain his immense anger. To contain the temptation of burning this fucking school into the ground.

"Some of you might recognize this man. He actually goes to our very school" the professor informed the class with such elation.

"This is Nathaniel Wesninski. Nathan Wesninski's son. He barely survived the events of what happened that night, and informed the FBI that the suspicions the police and other crime enthusiasts have had over the Wesninski's were true."

Andrew tuned out the rest of his professors ramblings on the theories and the confirmed murders and tortures the Wesninski circle was involved in until the name Nathaniel was mentioned again.

"Nathaniel is actually on our Exy team-"

Andrew surprised himself when he heard himself snarl "His name is Neil Josten."

Suddenly all eyes shifted onto him. The woman then had a look on her face like she just realised who exactly was in the class room.

"Ah.. uh, yes Mr. Minyard is correct. Nathaniel and recently changed his name to Neil Josten in an effort to distance himself from the Wesninski history and name."

She seemed to realize how insensitive this entire situation was because her joy and excitement noticeably dimmed.

After a few more words she went on with the actual lesson that day.

Andrew couldn't pay attention. His focus much more attuned towards Bee's breathing exercises that weren't working in calming him down.

After class was over Andrew was just about to be leaving when his professor stopped him. "Ah Mr. Minyard, a word?"

Andrew turned his head but didnt come near her.

She sidled up to him instead and said "I know you are on the college Exy team, and I have seen you with Wesnin- ah Josten in the halls."

Andrew felt himself clenching his fists again

"I was wondering, if it is alright with him of course, if you could possibly talk to Mr. Josten and ask him if he'd be able to guest speak on the next lecture?"

Andrew stared at her in disbelief, but to her in must have just been a blank mask.

"How about this." Andrew started

"The next time you decide to use a student, a human being, that you are trained to teach and to respect and coincide with as something for you to squeal over like a scientist dissecting a specimen, ask yourself this. Am I being professional? Am I being a person with common sense? Am I being someone who can fall asleep without crying over how pathetic my life has become? I can already guess that the answer to all these questions is no. No you are not. So stow away this asinine facisnation with other people's serious trauma and act like a goddamn fucking professional."

Andrew then turned around and left without a word.

Later that day Andrew entered the dorm after his classes were done and set his things down.

Neil was on the couch already, spacing out looking at the wall.

"Browning called this morning." He said after Andrew had settled himself on the arm of the couch.

"Said that they released the information to the public about Baltimore."

Andrew showed no reaction to this information, which he knew Neil would interpret as Andrew already knowing.

Neil gave a cruel smile and looked at Andrew. "Do you know how many people have approached me today? Asking about it?"

Andrew kept his face blank, giving Neil the foundation of nothingness he needed.

There was a tense couple of minutes of just staring before Neil's smile finally cracked and he looked at his lap in defeat. Andrew could see how tired he was.

"They asked. They asked why I laughed."

Andrew finally moved to sit next to Neil and put a hand onto his neck for much needed comfort.

Neil side eyed Andrew and started elaborating "...There was an image the press took that had been withheld by the FBI until now... it was of me-"

He couldnt hear Neil say it. Couldnt hear Neil relive it. "I saw." Andrew interrupted.

Neil looked at him fully, twisting his body towards Andrew.

"Yes or no?" He asked in a quiet and weakened voice.

Andrew saw the fresh scars on Neil's face. Saw the black armbands he wore proudly. Saw the eyes that usually held such a burning fire but now only held a dim flame. He saw a man who has survived so much. He saw a man that he knew better than himself and he saw a man just like him.

"Yes."

Neil, very slowly, learned towards Andrew until his face was buried in his neck and his weight was on Andrew completely. He kept his hands to himself.

Andrew buried one of his hands in Neil's hair, rubbing circles in the scalp and with the other hand he gently grabbed one of Neil's to lace their fingers together.

A sighed escaped Neil's lips and tickled Andrew's neck, effectively giving him goosebumps all over his arms.

Andrew tilted his face into Neil's hair and murmured "I did too."

He knew Neil knew what he meant.

He knew Neil had heard his manic laughter when they discovered him bloody and numb and high on his pills.

Neil nuzzled in further, not responding.

The message was clear anyways.

You're like me.

We are both damaged and the world will never understand,

But at least we have eachother.

#aftg #all for the game #tfc #neil josten #andreil #andrew minyard #the foxhole court #nora sakavic #angst #nathaniel wesninski #writing #headcanon #hysterical laughter #criminal justice #college class #professor

[ao3feed-thefoxholecourt]

All the Demons are here

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32Xl00o

by dove_kill

Nathaniel Wesniski flees the Nest after the death of Jean. He most fight for his right to live, take Riko down, and keep playing Exy. He also has to survive Andrew.

Words: 1090, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: all for the games - Fandom, the foxhole court

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Neil Josten, Nathaniel Wesniski

Relationships: Kevin Day/Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Kevin Day/Neil Josten

Additional Tags: Character Death, implied jean/Neil, Raven!Neil

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32Xl00o

#ao3feed #fanfic #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc fanfic

[jemej3m]

to ruin a royal wedding

idek man i wanted one royal au that wasn’t entwined with fae/magical elements

Prince Nathaniel Abram Wesniski. The name granted him power he’d never asked for in the first place, and yet it was the only way he could have survived. His father reigned with terror, and if he wished to usurp the man, he had to hold onto all resources at his disposal, being his advisor, the honourable Matthew Boyd, and allies from near provinces, Danielle Boyd, Allison Reynolds, and, most importantly, Crown Prince Kevin Day.

There was only the slightest of hiccups: His soon approaching wedding to his father’s allies. Riko Moriyama.

“Kevin assured me that you will keep me safe.” From my father, went unsaid. The knight who stood before him was shorter, broader, and hired by the Wesninski King. Those who betrayed Nathan didn’t live long. Neil clasped his hands behind his back. “That I should trust you.”

“You shouldn’t trust Day’s judgement of character.” Andrew Minyard stated. The man was renowned for his keen swordsmanship, impeccable use of the bow and arrow, and infamous for the blood on his hands. It made sense that the Butcher would hire a once-manic, bloodthirsty man to escort his son, to be a constant threat, should Neil cause trouble. His eyes were voids that Neil found himself spiralling within. “I will be waiting outside your door if you require my service, Prince Nathaniel.”

“Neil.” He said, quickly.

With only a moment of hesitated, Andrew said: “Prince Neil.” He huffed. “Lock your windows.”

“Good night.” Neil said carefully.

“Good night.” The knight returned.

Andrew remained stood by the door, watching Neil with a keen eye as the prince was fitted for his new finery. It would be white, of which the seamstress insisted would be beautiful against his tan skin. He wore an under-shirt now, to cover the scars across his chest, despite Marissa’s fretting and irritation.

His knight barely blinked, nor slept a wink. With all the chaos of the wedding preparations, Neil was exhausted: Not having to watch his own back as he slept was somewhat of a relief.

His window of opportunity to escape was closing. Rapidly.

Marissa checked her watch. “I must run and grab something from my carriage. I’ll be back at once. Don’t move!” She warned, before closing the door.

Neil didn’t move: Instead, Andrew locked the door and came to stand in front of him.

“You should burn your letter correspondences, to those friends you so adore.” Andrew said. Neil’s heart fluttered with fear. “Someone may find them.”

It was the first time Andrew had spoken to him in the past week.

He fiddled. “I fear I would forget their contents.”

“I do not forget things.” Andrew promised. “I will be able to recall their contents for you, if desired. Burn the letters. It’s not safe.”

“You do despise him, don’t you.” Neil said, in a hushed voice. “My father. The Moriyamas. Please tell me you won’t betray me.”

“I detest that word.” Andrew’s perfect facade cracked with an angered grimace. “I do not break my promises, and I vowed I would escort you to safety, to Kevin, when the time comes.”

“Riko Moriyama will not let me out of his grasp, once we are wed.” Neil confided. “You do not have much time.”

“Riko Moriyama will not touch you, for as long as you may live.” Andrew said. His fingers, warm and oddly gentle, brushed over Neil’s cheek.

A rapping upon his chambers’ door disturbed the strange moment between them, and Andrew moved to the door to let the seamstress in.

An idea struck, as the fitting resumed. Neil glanced at his knight, the sultry curve of cheekbones and blonde tufts of hair. Yes, he thought. It might just work.

“Tell me, why are we covertly meeting at a derelict church, in our best finery?” Nicholas Hemmick inquired, Neil’s soon-to-be cousin by marriage.

Andrew had taken but a mere moment to agree upon Neil’s terms: As the knight was allied to Kevin Day, rather than bound under the Wesninski jurisdiction, Neil would be able to choose whom he follows: His husband, or his father. It would force his father to renounce Neil’s position as the heir to his throne, and grant Neil freedom from his father’s kingdom.

And so, he and Andrew had snuck out from Neil’s quarters - it was all very exciting - to snatch the newly crafted wedding garments, intended for Neil’s wedding to Riko Moriyama in two days. Now they were here, with Kevin Day and his fellow allied representatives. Neil was rather chuffed: They all detested his father, and thus he had anticipated they would be cold and unforgiving towards him. But they had taken him under his wing, scheming to free him from his father’s grasp.

“I, too, would like an explanation, Neil.” Kevin said, irritated. As the only fellow Crown Prince in the cohort, he was the only other who wouldn’t call Neil by his title. “It is most tiring, being up so late.”

“It’s freezing.” Allison snapped. “Whatever ludicrous scheme it is this time, I want some mulled wine to accompany it.”

“I’m getting married.” Neil said.

Danielle Wilds, Dan, rolled her eyes. “Yes, Neil. We are aware. In two days, in fact. We were all invited.” Her (secret) husband and Neil’s chosen advisor, Matt, shook his head. Neil was very fond of Matt: He was glad he agreed to come tonight, even if it was difficult to escape the Wesninski castle.

“I wish it weren’t so.” Matt said. “We will lose you to those Moriyamas.”

“No.” He said, gently. “I’m getting married tonight. To Andrew. I asked: He has accepted my hand in marriage.”

The odd dozen faces gathered before the church were distorted with utmost shock.

Wymack, Kevin’s illegitimate father and the late Queen Kayleigh Day’s advisor, sighed, taking his wife Abigail’s hand. “Gracious, finally. I thought Andrew would never settle.”

“But -!” Nicky spluttered. “Neil, you have refused this plan thus far! You did not want to marry. You insisted.”

“You must admit, we’re short on time.” Neil continued to fiddle with his garments. There were too many lace frills. “There isn’t much choice in the matter, is there?”

“But -”

“I know what I said.” Neil snapped, irritated. “I’m marrying Andrew. Anymore qualms, queries, concerns, regarding our partnership? Or is everyone happy to simply shut up?”

“Yes,” Aaron said quietly, eyes boring into Andrew with vehemence. “We will discuss this later. Won’t we?”

“What is there to discuss?” Andrew said flatly.

“Who will unite you in matrimony?” Nicky inquired. “I am yet to have the qualifications.”

“I am.” Said a quiet voice, from the shadows.

Renee Walker was most unnerving for Neil, as he had never truly spoken with her in his life, but it seemed as though the two had both nothing and everything in common. She and Andrew trained together as vigilantes. Now she was a woman of the church.

“Shall we?” She gestured to the church, helping usher everyone within.

Andrew’s hand halted on Neil’s shoulder, a blossom of warmth in the cold, dreary night. “You do not have to marry, if you do not wish to.”

“I must admit, the construct itself seemed undesirable. It was why I refused it, initially.” Neil admitted. “But I find I do not mind. Not with you.”

It was so strange. Over the past few days, almost two weeks, Neil and Andrew had mulled over possible escapes, or ways to break the binding contract between the Wesninskis and Moriyamas. The quiet peace that had developed between them was unparalleled. Neil had never felt so safe.

Beyond his marriage and resulting escape from his father’s clutches, what was it that they would have in common? Not much, but he found he didn’t mind. Talking with Andrew was easy, regardless of subject.

Andrew offered his arm, and Neil hooked his hand through Andrew’s elbow. “Let us be wed, then.”

Neil hated his father’s chambers. An ominous portrait of the late Queen Mary hung over a fireplace. The rug in front of it was stained red with the blood of those who dared to cross Nathan Wesninski. The windows, broad and paned with red stained glass, opened onto the lower courtyards with a deadly drop.

He was sat in front of the fireplace with a placid woman by his side, when Neil knocked upon the wooden doorframe at the chambers’ entrance.

“What is it?” His father growled. “I do not wish to be disturbed.”

“It’s me, father.” Neil glanced across at Andrew, before reaching out to grasp Andrew’s hand. Andrew nodded: Neil laced their fingers together, the gold bands that united them warm to the touch.

“Nathaniel. Why must you disturb me at this hour?” He snapped his fingers at the girl, who scampered away.

“I fear I cannot marry Riko Moriyama.” Neil’s fear of his father ricocheted to and fro within his lungs. “It’s most stuffy in here, isn’t it, father?” He pushed the windows closest to the fire place.

His father lurched to his feet, murderous rage curling his hands into fists. “You will marry the Moriyama boy, Nathaniel. I will not hear another word on the subject. Close that damn window, the drafts will extinguish the fire.”

“It will be objected to.” Neil said. “I am already married. It is not possible that I may marry another.”

His father’s nostrils flared. “What? What are you saying, boy?”

He held up his hand. The gold glinted in the firelight. “I was wed, last night. I am not marrying the Moriyama. I will be departing this castle, and the Wesninski kingdom, at sunrise.”

“Like hell you’ll be leaving.” He snarled, reaching forward to snatch the collar of Neil’s shirt. “I’ll kill whatever rat you’ve pledged yourself to, or I’ll kill you. Those are your options, you conniving little fucker. I knew there was too much of your cowardly bitch of a mother in you. I’ll fucking kill you!”

“You will not harm him no more.” Came a cold voice, the chamber door slamming closed. Andrew held a knife loosely in his fingers, pointed directly at Nathan Wesninski’s throat. “Your reign of terror is done, Wesninski.”

“You -” Nathan gave a guttural scream of frustration. “The academy promised that you were the most loyal, the most bloodthirsty, of your companions! How dare you fool me thus!”

“You forget,” Andrew’s smile was small, cold, and incredibly deadly. Neil’s heart fluttered. My husband. “The academy is hosted by David Wymack, allied to Kevin Day, who opposes you and your paradigms, and is a sworn enemy of the Moriyamas. Now, let go of my husband.”

“Him!” Nathan barked out a laugh. “You married the knight? His hands are just as bloody as mine, dear Nathaniel. You fool.”

“Let me go, father.” Neil said.

“I’ve had enough of you.” Nathan smiled, wickedly sinister, as he shook Neil by the neck. “I’m going to crush your neck as your husband watches. Then I’ll incapacitate him, throw him to a rabid crowd. Let the wolves have him. They’ll rip him to pieces.”

Neil fought to free himself from his father’s grasp, stumbling to Andrew, who accepted Neil into his welcoming grasp. His father charged at the two of them, and so he sprinted, towards the window, before skidding to a halt. His father barrelled towards him. Neil ducked, onto the floor, to avoid being crushed against the brick wall.

Then, in a split second decision, he threw his leg out from where he was crumbled on the floor, and watched with glee as his father tripped and stumbled out of the wide-open window. The panicked yell quickly faded away, before there was a disgusting splat! in the distance.

“He almost crushed you.” Andrew growled, hauling him off the ground. “Don’t dare attempt such acts of idiocy again.”

Neil let himself lean on his husband. “That’s enough for today, yes.”

Andrew merely served him a flat glare.

They fled the chambers, to remain innocuous. It would be frightfully difficult to reclaim the throne if he was charged with his father’s murder.

Within his own chambers, he paced. Desperate for a distraction, he turned to his husband. “Tell me a truth.”

“I committed matricide.” Andrew said, taking Neil’s hands. “You committed patricide. We are most the same. Your turn.”

Neil paused his pacing to look at Andrew. His eyes glowed golden, like the bands of metal around their fingers that linked them together. His lips were curled down with concern as he surveyed Neil. Neil felt his gaze upon his skin like tongues of fire.

He took a deep breath, and let the confession roll off his tongue.

“I told you that I would not develop romantic attachments to you, as I had not expected to.” Neil admitted, cheeks flushed. “I apologise for being unable to control myself, and adhere to the agreement that we both consented to, but I must be honest with you, my husband. I’m most fond of you. Incredibly so.”

Andrew stared at him.

“And you do not need to act upon my desires - I’d never force you. We are equals, regardless of prince and knight status. But if you are -” He hiccupped. “If you are uncomfortable, we may separate. If that is what you wish.” He inhaled sharply, unable to control the shaking of his fingers.

Andrew placed his hands, his warm, strong hands, on the back of Neil’s neck. A while passed before Andrew spoke. “I may also have neglected to adhere to that aspect of our agreement.” His breath washed over the skin of Neil’s neck. Neil felt giddy with the lightness of his heart at Andrew’s confession. “May I kiss you?”

“Such a gentleman.” Neil murmured against his lips, the kiss irresistibly gentle.

“I’ll prove you wrong.” Andrew insisted, walking Neil back to the bed. He then guided Neil’s hands to his hair and warned him, “Just here.”

Neil nodded eagerly.

“Your father toppled from his chamber’s window late in the evening.” The messenger confessed, when Neil cracked the door open to his frantic knocking. The sun was barely up: Neil wanted to return to his bed, where his husband lay, bare to the skin and warmer than the frightfully cold stone beneath his feet.

“You will be crowned as king.” The boy continued. “Your father’s advisors suggest that you should remain engaged with Prince Riko Moriyama to maintain alliances.”

“Tell them that they’re all fired.” Neil said with conviction. “You should also notify them that we are hereby allied with the Days. And that I already have a husband. Run along, now.”

White-faced, the messenger fled.

The minister, Rhenmann, smiled warmly as he placed the golden halo upon Neil’s nest of red curls. The smile crinkled his eyes.“And with the crown bestowed upon you, I declare thee as King. Please announce your title to your new subjects.”

Neil turned around, the crowd weighted upon his head.

The merry band of Neil’s close friends and family that he had gained through his and Andrew’s marriage who were sat in the front row of his coronation, however, Andrew stood by Neil’s side. Neil granted Andrew’s attentive gaze with a small smile, and took his hand.

“King Neil Abram Minyard, of Mary Hatford and Nathan Wesninski.” He turned to Andrew. “A kiss?”

Andrew leant forward, granting Neil a small peck at the corner of his lips.

The crowd stood, and bellowed: “All hail, King Neil!”

i love cute fluffy things, like andrew minyard and cliches and this royalty au

#andreil #royal au #prince and knight au #andrew minyard #neil josten #the foxes #all for the game #cute #but also death and abuse #because nathan is prevalent #fluff #married #the foxhole court #jem writes

[zaattie]

so i put together a brief timeline of events for what we know so far. I’ll probably post updates as Andrew uncovers more about the case, but for now here’s this:

1985: Police believe Nathan Wesninski began “reign of Terror”

Mary probably married Nathan sometime between 1985-1993 (??)

1994 (sometime between Jan-May) (maybe?): Nathaniel Born

2000: Family photograph taken that can be found on rr website (Nathaniel 6ish?)

2001: Supposed sighting of Mary and Nathaniel at a laundromat in Jan. in Toronto (idk how credible this is)

2004: Wesninski arrested for possession of fire arms in Seattle June 12th

One of the guns connected to Butcher cold case

Police get Warrant to search house

Police get anonymous tip off about basement in house

Nathan Wesninski becomes primary suspect in Butcher case

Over next six years convicted of a shit ton of murders and assisted murders

Also 2004: Mary and Nathaniel are noted to be missing. (Might have been missing before this)

Boy and Mother reported in firefight in Seattle that involved Nathan the same day Wesniski was arrested for possession of firearms , real reason he was arrested

Sometime after 2004: trucker thinks he sees Mary and Nathaniel at gas station (no date or location given)

2010: Wesninski convicted to serve multiple life sentences 

2016: sightings of Mary and Nathaniel stopped popping up

2018: that damn documentary came out

#red rabbits #redrabbitspod #red rabbits pod #rrpd #zach shut up #just wrote this down to get my thoughts together and thought id share #timeline

[danwylds]

Tattoo ink and pretty faces

Neil shot up in bed, screaming.

Neil was back with the Ravens. He was getting his tattoo. Riko had grabbed his face.

“You’re one of us now, Wesninski. You are now, and you always will be.”

His foxes were there; he saw them from the darkness and fog of his nightmare.

“You should have listened to me, Wesninski. You’re one of us, you know you can’t leave.” Riko cackled as he carved into Neil’s Nathaniel's skin.

There was a hand on his neck, grounding him. He was engulfed by the warmth of a hug from too many people.

“You are Nathaniel Josten, a striker for Edger Allen Poe Foxes. And don’t you dare forget that.” 

“Remember Wesniski,” Was that the grounding hand and the warmth or the knife on his chest? “You’ll never be more than a pretty face and an exy racket.”

“Rember, Neil, you’re more than just a pretty face and an exy racket,” That was the hand on his neck, right? The warmth from the hug, right? Abram (Who was he anymore?) couldn’t tell.  “Because you’re real, too.”

No, that wasn’t a hand on his neck; that was Andrews hand on his neck. That warmth was from his family. He was safe, and he was real.

#hhhhhh #neil josten #Andrew MinyarD #renee walker #allison reynolds #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #kevin day #matt boyd #dan wilds #aftg #aftg fic #drabble

[ace-ephalopod]

Matt: how many bones have you broken?

Neil: how many bones have I broken; how many of my bones have I broken or how many of my bones have been broken? You need to clarify.

Matt: what.

#aftg #neil josten #neil minyard #nathaniel wesniski #matt boyd #broken bones #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #the raven king #trk #the kings men #tkm #the foxes #palmetto state #palmetto state foxes

[ace-ephalopod]

Did Neil have to dye his eyebrows or are they naturally dark enough to look normal with his black hair???????? The answer to this is very important to me cause either he has auburn hair, pale blue eyes and BLACK EYEBROWS!!!! Or he has to DYE his eyebrows black.

#aftg #neil josten #nathaniel wesniski #neil abram josten #the foxhole court #tfc #the raven king #trk #the king men #tkm #palmetto state foxes #palmetto state #the foxes #10 #exy

[neil-jortson]

Soulmate au where you can see the number of miles your partner is from you (Kevin x Neil)

When Kevin used to travel with his mom the numbers on his wrist would change constantly and drastically. Some days it would be as little as 200, other days it was thousands of miles.

Once his moms died it stayed close to 370 miles. It would fluctuate at random points of his 16 hour day but he found the change comforting. At least his soulmate got to leave.

One day Kevin’s excitement grew as the number on his wrist was less and less. Maybe his soulmate has come to save him like in the stories.

His soulmate has not come to save him, in fact his soulmate brought with him the most disturbing day of Kevin’s life.

To top it all off, when riko and Nathaniel were off playing games nathaniels mother pulled him off to the side to warn him: “never say the number out loud on your wrist Kevin, if you do it’ll disappear and you’ll never know how close your soulmate is ever again.”

Kevin has never heard of such a thing but an adult had told it to him and he’s better safe than sorry so he kept his mouth shut

He never talked about his soulmate, especially after Nathaniel had “been killed”

Kevin knew he wasn’t dead because his numbers kept changing although this time it wasn’t Kevin putting the large numbers between them

Riko would use his number, or lack thereof, as a manipulation tactic because “how are you supposed to be the best if your soulmate doesn’t even care enough about you to come and find you?”

It wasn’t until his time with the foxes that Kevin learned what Mary has told him was well and truly false. It actually took Nicky saying his number out loud “four thousand six hundred and forty six miles” and watching for any disturbance of his wrist for Kevin to believe them

Kevin was really happy when his number was under three thousand. Nathaniel was back in the states. Kevin kept an eye on the news about Nathan, not like he believed he could do anything but just to ease his mind

The foxes would pester Kevin with questions about his soulmate (probably trying to settle bets he’d wager) but he never told them about Nathaniel. He doesn’t really know why he doesn’t talk about him. Kevin just feels that the memory of him is private and he shouldn’t have to share details with the foxes.

He talks to Wymack about it though and Abby. It’s only briefly and when he’s drunk. He tells wymack late one night on his couch that he’s already met his soulmate. He’s this little firecracker of a boy and that he sometimes wishes he’d never left the trail even if it meant being stuck in the nest with Kevin. Wymack tries to ask about the “trial” and who his soulmate was but Kevin passed out on the couch without another word

Kevin was surprised to find that as his numbers were falling, Nathan wesniski had been imprisioned for tax fraud

One of the most long standing numbers Kevin has had was just over 2000 miles. He would look at it on occasion. During class or changing out before practice and think to himself “one day.” One day he would see Nathaniel again.

While looking through the stacks of recruits he stumbled upon a boy who played like he had everything to lose. He barely glanced at the photo at the top of the folder and instead watched the way he ran and gave everything to the game. He knew he had to have him on the team.

When they got on the plane to go recruit Josten, Kevin was filled with anxious energy. He was not only worried about recruiting Josten but he wondered what would happen with his numbers while they were on their way to Arizona.

Kevin found that the best distraction for it all was to open an exy magazine and not read the pages but instead watch as the number on his wrist dwindled down the closer they got to their destination.

Kevin was excited at the prospect of seeing Nathaniel again but Nathaniel? Nathaniel was terrified.

Nathaniel has grown up with stories of soulmates and was excited to meet his

While they were on the trip to play exy in the biggest stadium he had ever seen, Nathaniel tugged on his mother’s sleeve and whispered in her ear: “look mommy my number is dropping”

Mary knew what she needed to do. If the moriyamas ever found out that they had a child with a built in GPS to find her son, they would surely be dead. All she had to do was find out who in the building was her sons soulmate and force them to never speak about it ever again.

Although she was successful, it was always a major concern while they were on the run. At any point in time Kevin could slip up and kill them both.

She knew she couldn’t be tracked because her soulmate had died in a car accident when she was 13. Nathan didn’t have a soulmate. He didn’t have numbers at all.

She refused to allow Nathaniel, Abram, Stefan, and all the other iterations of him to engage with exy in any form. The more you can forget about your soulmate the safer we will be. She added this to her list of rules “never let your number get to zero. If your number gets to zero, you’re dead”

After the final game of Neil’s exy career (one rule already broken) Neil glanced at his wrist 1 it read

His breathing picked up

0

He started to panic. It was disrupted by his coach telling him “there’s someone here to see you”

Neil ran

He ran until he was stopped by an exy racket slamming directly into his stomach.

He laid there waiting for his inevitable demise when he heard a voice say “god damn it minyard this is why we can’t have nice things”

Neil tried to keep up with the conversation but he finally tuned back in to hear Wymack say “I didn’t fly three people out here for you to say no”

All Neil could do was breathe out the name “Kevin” before he emerged from the shadows

Kevin looked down at him and it clicked “Nathaniel” he said breathlessly

“Don’t call me that”

“Why”

“That’s not my name”

“Okay, well, Neil please join us”

“You know I can’t”

“I know”

“Then you see why this can’t happen”

Kevin nods his head

“Did you tell them?”

Kevin shakes his head vigorously

“Give me the paperwork” Neil chokes out

#ceo of tiktok aus #the only other time it would play a huge role is when neil goes missing #kevin would just watch the number go higher and higher and think to himself that it was all his fault #he found neil #he did this to him #aftg fic #aftg #aftg headcanon #kevin day #neil josten #david wymack #kevinxneil #my fic #soulmate au #angst with a happy ending