10 Works by arminyard
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If love had eyes, they would look like yours by arminyard
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
10 May 2026
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Neil's past cripples in his dreams, but instead of his father's violence, all there is is Andrew's softness and the tender domesticity of their home.
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Aaron was finally getting married. The only thing Andrew didn't expect was that, in the next day, he'd have to go on a honeymoon in his brother's place with the person he hated most.
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Andrew finds out that his brother's newest in-law is his longtime rival, Neil Josten.
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Aaron finalmente iria se casar. A única coisa que Andrew não esperava era que no dia seguinte, teria que ir para uma lua de mel no lugar de seu irmão com a pessoa que ele mais odiava.
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Andrew descobre que o mais novo cunhado de seu irmão é seu rival, Neil Josten.
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Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment. by arminyard
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
20 Nov 2025
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It all begins with a package. A small, solid black box; It resembled an ossuary. No notes, no explanations. Just letters written in French and a funereal feeling clinging to the back of Kevin’s throat. Jean was dead.
Nineteen letters from the boy who never got to twenty.
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Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment. by arminyard
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
20 Nov 2025
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Tudo começa com um pacote. Uma caixa pequena, preta e sólida, assemelhava-se com um ossuário. Sem bilhetes, nem explicações. Apenas cartas escritas em francês e um sentimento fúnebre impregnado ao fundo da garganta. Jean estava morto.
Dezenove cartas do garoto que nunca fez vinte.
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Kayn thought it was all a drag. It wasn't his first time attending an event of this caliber, but it was the first time he would have to perform live in front of so many influential and talented artists in the industry. There was just one tiny, green, problem.
Ezreal.
Ezreal decides to wear a corset for a gala event. Kayn suffers.
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You are a good person, Andrew. And a good brother, too. by arminyard
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
29 May 2025
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Somewhere lost in the fumes of history was a place seen by few. Guided through the mist, by the pale light of the moon, the burdens of a distant past and the fading memory of mere spring echoes mingled with the sounds of small, rhythmic footsteps of worn shoes. The dense, whitish air danced between the twisting branches of ancient, dark trees, leaving a trail of sharp hisses.
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Four days before their birthday, Andrew and Aaron wake up in a strange forest far away from home.
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I liked you for who you are, and who you are is someone who leaves. by arminyard
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
25 May 2025
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He thought, the entirety of his time, about who he would’ve been in other timelines and space, if he was happy, if he had a different career, if his first love was still–
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Twenty years later, Kevin looked as beautiful as the last time he had saw him. Twenty years later, Jean didn't want to drag up all the things that they would never get the chance to be.
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You are a good person, Andrew. And a good brother, too. by arminyard
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
23 May 2025
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Em algum lugar perdido no fumaceiro da história, estava um lugar visto por poucos. Guiado através da névoa, pela luz pálida da lua, os fardos de um passado distante e a memória enfraquecida de meros ecos primaveris se mesclavam aos sons de passos pequenos e ritmados de calçados gastos. O denso ar esbranquiçado dançava entre ramificações tortuosas de árvores antigas e escuras, deixando uma trilha de sibilos afiados.
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Quatro dias antes de seu aniversário, Andrew e Aaron acordam em uma floresta estranha bem longe de casa.
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I liked you for who you are, and who you are is someone who leaves. by arminyard
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
08 Apr 2025
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Passou os dedos seguindo uma trilha, da mesa de madeira da entrada ao corrimão maciço, do corrimão à maçaneta da porta do quarto. Não desfez as malas, se deu por contente em apenas deixá-la sobre a cama, levantando sem pressa em direção ao amontoado de rabiscos ao lado de um espelho de parede. Diversos nomes estavam escritos, eternizados em grafite em pontos distintos do passado. Jean pegou o pequeno lápis que repousava sobre a cabeceira da cama — uma oportunidade de compartilhar a menor parte da vida com estranhos que jamais o conheceriam. Pensava, o tempo todo, no que foi e no que poderia ter sido. Pensava em quem teria sido em outras linhas do tempo e do espaço, se era feliz, se exercia uma profissão diferente, se seu primeiro amor ainda era–
Jean havia amado duas pessoas a vida inteira. Vinte anos depois, Kevin ainda se parecia tão lindo quanto da última vez que havia o visto.