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Rumi’s eyes were closed as she focused on her breathing for the first time that day, feeling her eyelashes brushing her cheeks, feeling the air moving through her airways and feeling the familiar weight of Jinu’s soul sitting comfortably behind her ribs.
Until it wasn’t.
Or, Rumi and Jinu get the happy ending they deserved.
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“Thank god you wear your heart on your sleeve, scrub,” Osamu’d said to him once, half-drunk. “That way love’ll find ya easy.”
No one ever told Atsumu what to do with his heart if love turned him down first.
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"My name is Sakusa Kiyoomi. I'm a writer for a youth newspaper in Tokyo."
Silence.
"I've heard about you from my cousin. He plays volleyball too, I saw you at the match you had with Itachiyama. I go there."
Still, Atsumu doesn't look up.
"Miya-san, I saw you play. You were incredible."
But he doesn't even blink in response. Kiyoomi sighs, leaning back into the uncomfortable plastic seat.
"I can't lie, I've come here because everyone wants to know how a national level volleyball player, someone people thought would go pro would end up arrested for murder."
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OR: Sakusa Kiyoomi hears about the star setter of his cousin's volleyball circuit being arrested and decides to follow the story, hoping to understand how such a drastic turn could happen. What started out as journalistic curiosity turns into an obsession, and he unravels the true reason for the ex-setters incarceration while delving deeper in to his world in an attempt to free him from the remand home.
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- Part 1 of chaiya's sakuatsu fics
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Atsumu knew he'd be getting a husband as part of his arranged marriage, meant to join the magic of his home with the ingenuity of the human world.
Unfortunately, he mistakenly assumed that his new husband would fuck him, but Prince Sakusa seems insistent on leaving him wanting and chaste, even though he touches him constantly, and gives him gifts, and shares a bed with him.
Maybe all he needs to do is give him a little push.
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“I’m gonna kill you,” Atsumu groans.
“I’m already dead,” Kiyoomi returns.Atsumu - Assistant Medical Examiner at a big hospital, devotee of the nightshift - has a frequent guest in his morgue: Sakusa Kiyoomi, a vampire with a nearly single-minded interest in him.
It might be a little easier if Sakusa stopped playing dead in order to visit him, though.
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i'm already chasin' by themoonisdead
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
23 Jun 2025
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“Let’s never speak again,” Suguru smiles, pointing toward the door. “Have the day you deserve.”
His deskmate leans across him and sunnily calls, “He means, eat shit and die, motherf—”
Suguru wraps his hand over the other’s mouth, mindful of the fact that the teacher could enter at any moment now. “I’m Getou Suguru. What’s your name?”
“Gojo Satoru,” he introduces himself, pulling Suguru’s hand down and into a complicated handshake he clearly made up on the spot. Suguru follows along intuitively. “I’m your new best friend, Suguru.”
or: the beginning and the end
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- Part 2 of calling all the monsters
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“A curse that hates humans but treats us like this?” Six-Eyes’ voice is lilted incredulously. “That’s even more interesting. It makes me wonder, y’know—you never did answer when I asked what could’ve made a curse like you.”
Suguru sighs, smile dropping ever-so-slightly. “It’s very rude,” he drawls, “to ask a curse their origin, especially if they’ve already denied answer.”
///OR: the one where Getō is a millennium-old curse with an abnormal amount of moral agency and Gojō is very, very interested
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- Part 3 of Author's Favorites (JJK)
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Carry Me Home by valleykey
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
17 Apr 2022
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The boy shifts on his feet. “The year is two thousand and eighteen? Common Era?”
Slowly, smile still plastic on his face, Suguru faces Satoru. This fucking dumbass. “Satoru,” he says, dangerous edge to his voice, “what did you do?”
Satoru makes some bastardization of a sound, half between a laugh and a cough. “...Whoops?”
“I,” Suguru grits, pinching two fingers together, “am this close to mass murder.” He’s joking. Probably.
///OR: Shortly before Getō would have massacred a village, he and Gojō are thrust eleven years forward into a would-have-been future that Getō is conspicuously absent from.
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- Part 1 of Author's Favorites (JJK)
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Netflix releases a documentary about Dusk, who were once crowned with the nickname 'The Most Controversial Idol Group of All Time,' where former members Bokuto Koutarou, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Miya Atsumu, Suna Rintarou, and Sakusa Kiyoomi speak out for the first time ten years after their tragic disbandment.
Everything is not what it seems. It's gayer.
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You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs) by OrphicMeliora
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
14 Jan 2026
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“Well,” he said, voice low, unreadable, almost teasing. “This is a surprise.”
You swallowed the knot in your throat and turned around, not because you wanted to face him—but because the weight of his presence demanded it.
“Not really,” you tried to sound breezy. Light. Detached. “I was just dropping something off—”
Click.
The sound of the lock sliding into place was too deliberate. Too calm.
Zayne shrugged off his lab coat. The stark white fabric fell in slow motion over the back of the chair, and then he rolled his shoulders—tight, tired, tense. You watched his fingers unbutton his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves slowly, with practiced ease.
Curtains drawn. Room dimming. Silence folding over itself.
“I sincerely hope,” he murmured as he walked toward you, past you, pulling each curtain shut until the room felt private, secretive—dangerous, “it’s not another envelope.”
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An arranged marriage built on silence unravels into a love loud enough to echo—where a repressed heart finally claims what was always his.