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Whiskey Sour by maqicien (Not Rated | 6078 | 1/1) 

He feels eyes on him like a soft caress on the back of his neck, a gentle kiss behind his ear. He tries to find the honey gold of his eyes in the crowd, but they're always gone before he can find them.

Andrew is there almost every night, in whispers and glimpses. Neil finds himself fighting for even a blink of him in the crowd.

After 7 nights of being watched, Andrew pops up at the bar.

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In which Neil is a bartender and Andrew is the crime lord that owns the bar.

i do believe it’s this one -maz

It starts with bloodshed by jeanjosten (Not Rated | 5,850 | 1/1)

Neil's a child on the run, he always has been—but it takes swallows of pain and a great deal of loneliness to master the art of survival. Desert gas stations, dismal public bathrooms, whiskey bottles and lost bullets, distraction, anonymity, anxiety and dusty cars. More or less.

yep here it is!-Maz

i found the first one does anyone know the second?-Halley

game point by softlightwood (G | 2,554 | 1/1)

“Take his helmet off” Aaron instructs, when Andrew clearly isn’t responding. Neil hesitates. Part of him knows he has to, that its a necessary evil. The other part of him doesn’t want to do it without knowing that Andrew is cognizant enough to recognise Neil’s touch. He shucks off his gloves and unsnaps his wrist-guards first, careful to unclip Andrew’s helmet with a delicacy not often afforded on the court and slips it off slowly enough that he feels it right in his chest when Andrew’s head lolls back against the cold floor. “Someone get his jersey out of the way, the bastard got him in the stomach”

“No” Neil snarls, not recognising his own voice.

Aaron reaches forward and Neil smacks his arm away. “Josten, will you fucking-”

Thank you! This is the only ballet specific au I could find - Sam

dance for me by jemejem (M | 16,028 | 4/4)

Neala gripped the barre. This would be her only chance to dance before her mother would hunt her down and killed her.

You stupid, stupid girl, her father murmured in her ear. She squeezed her eyes shut. All his hard work at keeping her safe, down the drain. Signing with Palmetto Dance meant performances, competitions, publicity. It was signing herself up for a shortened life.

Her pointe shoes complained with overuse as she rolled up onto them. 

It didn’t matter if she died. This was the only thing that made her feel alive.

Sure thing!-Aaron.

Sink Into Your Sunlight by tasteofink (Not Rated | 33,879 | 1/1)

“These days are good as gold so I will never let go.”

This is literally my favorite aftg fic of course I can help you-Atlas

Those That Broke Us by WriteThroughTheNight ( T | 6,652 | 1/1)

“Neil doesn’t talk about his mom and doesn’t think about what she’d do to him if she saw him now. He has a family, he has Exy, and he has Andrew. He has more than enough, more than he ever could have dreamed of.

Neil doesn’t talk about his mom until a warm fall day outside the locker room, waiting for the start of their game with his team and family. It’s a place that she doesn’t belong, where not even a memory of her belongs, but she wriggles her way in and takes root in his chest.”

Or

I know exactly what fic this is! Enjoy, and thank you for the ask.-Aaron.

Human by trubenblack ( Not Rated | 1,493 | 1/1 )