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the holes in my butterfly wings by perchancetosleep
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
01 Aug 2025
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“You’ve got James Rhemann,” Rhemann answers his office phone, still staring at the new play design that Jimenez is trying to pitch him for twelfth time this season.
“Hi, James, it’s Cara Schwartz from the Kayleigh Day Foundation,” a voice greets, and Rhemann is immediately planting his feet on the ground. He has only gotten a call from Cara Schwartz a handful of times in his career as a head coach, and he never expected one two years in a row. “I think you know why I’m calling.”
“I hope I do,” Rhemann says. “Who’s a finalist?” He has several fifth years that he thinks are worthy of a nomination for the highest award a player in collegiate exy can receive, but his heart knows who this call is for.
“Jean Moreau,” she answers. “I’m calling you because Coach Moriyama has already attempted to decline the nomination on Jean’s behalf, but the only person who can decline it is Jean himself. Coach Moriyama assured me that the signature would be sent over, but I figured I would check with you first, given that you’re the closer contact for Jean.”
(title from hope ur ok by olivia rodrigo)
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caught by a low moon by scribbleb_red for djhedy
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
02 Mar 2021
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When Jeremy Knox arrives in the famous surfing village of Taghazout, Morocco, he's looking for a chance to relax and reconnect with the ocean and the sport that he loves. He doesn't expect to come face to face with Jean Moreau, owner of the snarkiest eyebrows in California.
Then again, Jean wasn't expecting to run into Jeremy "how fake is my smile today" Knox either. And he's far from pleased.
It was hate at first sight, but can the Atlantic surf, desert skies, and distance from their pasts help them see past their differences? Not if either of them can help it.
AKA The Morocco AU.
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25 Feb 2021
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hello this is my new favorite fic of all time.
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Laurent was still standing at the bookshelf, his fingers grazing the edge of one of the shelves near eye-level, seemingly scanning the array of titles like that was what he was here for. As he slowly walked, following the parallel lines of the shelves, the angle of him changed, allowing Damen to take in the neat way his sweater was tucked into his pants, the way the belt there accentuated the waist that Damen knew was underneath all those layers, the waist that was so slight in comparison with the build of his illusionary-worthy shoulders, the wisps of hair escaping the low ponytail his hair was pulled into, dancing around the elegant column of his neck like a nonexistent necklace, and the ridiculous length of his eyelashes as the, however briefly, rested on the apples of his cheeks for a blink.
“I, however, am not my uncle,” Laurent continued, his fingers hesitating over a well-used copy of 'Il barone rampante' by Italo Calvino. “Because of that, I will not make his mistake in my counter-offer to you.”
“Counter-offer?”
“Work for me instead,” Laurent said.
Bookmarked by lightstogether
29 Sep 2020
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might just eff around and let an entire fic consume my life... it’s this fic, this fic is consuming my life
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a collection of events surrounding the courtship of laurent, son of aleron, prince of vere. part 2 of a diadem, cantarella, and a chestnut filly.
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29 Aug 2020
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YES. I LOST THIS FIC WHEN AND IT TOOK ME HALF AN HOUR TO FIND IT YES. JUST YES.
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When Damen goes down on Laurent, they always get stuck at a certain point. Laurent’s breath turns shallow, his face flushes, he moans and gasps softly for only Damen to hear, but he still locks up when he gets close.
Damen had pulled every trick in the book. He’d kissed Laurent for ages, warming him up before kissing down his body where he’d teased and drawn it out, making Laurent crave his mouth enough for his hips to twitch forward without meaning to. But still, they ended up here, Laurent desperate and uncomfortable with the need for relief.