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Being a beta has always meant safety for Shane Hollander. No expectations, no instincts, no distractions from hockey.
Unfortunately, he meets Ilya Rozanov.
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- Part 1 of alpha/beta hollanov
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Aaron is woken up one night by Andrew and Neil arguing. Though over what he would have never guessed.
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Neil Josten made history at twenty-four as the youngest and the third person to ever walk on the Moon.
At twenty-five, he answers a newspaper ad and makes a deal.
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Or Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten make a deal. Nothing goes according to plan. -
how to make a monster: andrew minyard's collection of recipes by kieka
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
04 Nov 2025
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You think you’ll probably never be laid open to another person this way again. This is how you feel when you’re with Neil—spread open, bare, vulnerable. Alive.
And suddenly, you find that you don’t mind it, being alive.
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Andrew Minyard’s life, as told through recipes.
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Justified in the Name of the Holy and the Divine by Ma_Dude
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
03 Nov 2025
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The glare he receives in return would be more effective if it wasn’t coupled with Andrew’s flushed cheeks and Neil’s spit on his lips. Really it can’t be helped that Neil drops another kiss to them, and then another, and soon enough they’re back to making out furiously against the wall.
Andrew drags Neil’s hands from the wall to his shoulders, and Neil moans at the hard muscle he finds there. He tries to keep himself in check, except then Andrew’s hands are grasping at the backs of his thighs and he’s being lifted-
Neil throws his head back as the sound of clothes tearing echoes throughout the room. Andrew pays it no mind, wrapping Neil’s legs around his waist, pressing the hard lines of their bodies together.
Neil breathes heavily with his eyes scrunched closed, trying to think past Andrew’s lips on his Adam's apple, painting marks along the column of his throat. He forces his eyes open, taking in the smokey black claws that have torn straight through the denim jacket still on Andrew’s body.