#sakuatsu fanfic

[peach-star-drops]

Here’s the thing: Atsumu does not fight to kill. 

He tells himself that he never ever argues with the intent to hurt the other person - which is halfway a lie because sometimes he gets so mad that words slip out and they are meant to bruise. But that’s the thing, the words are only meant to bruise. 

He doesn’t throw words out that can stab. He does not cut people down into shreds so harshly that they do not know how to recover. 

Every hit he makes is just above the belt, never below it. 

Enough to hurt, enough to make things seem like they are worse than they really are, but he does not gut people. Not if he can help it. 

It’s a very carefully crafted skill, and it’s one that he never would have had if not for the constant fights with his brother. Truthfully, Osamu was his saving grace here. If he’d never learned how to toe the line with his brother, how to say words that irritate and sting but never cut, he’s actually quite sure that he would only fight to kill. 

But instead, Atsumu does not fight to kill. He does not go below the belt. He never crosses a line that cannot be uncrossed. He needles, he pesters, he bruises, but he does not stab. He does not slice. He does not hurt people without making sure that he is not hurting them enough to break them. 

It really is a skill and it really is something he’s done all his life. 

He does not shoot to kill. He never has. He’s not sure he ever will, even in his worst moments. 

Kiyoomi does not have this skill. 

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[dottie-writes-haikyuu]

I’ve Got my Eye on You

This isn’t related to my apocalypse au! This was just for funsies!!

Sakusa was wearing a deep frown, eyes cast down as Atsumu gazed at him from his seat on the couch. 

"Omi?"

The ravenette's hands were trembling when he looked up. 

"We should clean up some," the other said stiffly. Atsumu turned around fully, concern starting to permeate his mind.

"We just did, right before ya showered, which ya just finished."

"I'm gonna take another shower," stated his boyfriend. His monotone was cracking. He turned, the blonde getting up and going over to him.

"What's wrong?" he questioned softly after getting between his lover and the door to the bathroom.

Sakusa felt more compelled to repeatedly clean an area or himself when he felt shitty; it gave him control over something and something to focus on. Atsumu had noticed that early in their relationship. The ravenette gave no reply.

"C'mon, sweetheart, yer stressed. What's goin' on? Talk ta me."

"Nothing, Atsu, I just don't feel well," came the response. He tried to get around the setter to no avail. "Just let me shower one more time, alright?"

"This a no-touch night?"

The hand reaching for the doorknob hesitated. Sakusa glanced back towards Atsumu, his face all screwed up.

"We can put the pillows between us an' just watch Shrek," the slightly shorter man softly offered. "Would ya like that?"

A nod. Kiyoomi's skin still crawled with the nonexistent dirt and bacteria he was convinced were on his skin.

"I'm gonna shower this last time, okay?"

"Don't scrub yerself pink. Am I towelin' yer hair? Baggin' yer clothes? Didja leave Maggie on the bed?"

He shook his head for the last question, not assuring that he wouldn't scrub the invisible impurities from his skin until he was pink. 

"I think you can towel it, yeah. Yes, please bag my clothes. I don't wanna have something on my skin that's touched everything else...that's disgusting."

"It is,” Atsumu agreed with a nod as if they didn’t do that nearly all the time. “M'gonna go wash my hands 'n get everythin' ready for ya, okay?"

Another nod and Sakusa went for a shower while Atsumu went to prepare the bedroom. He turned on the hot water, because the higher the temperature, the more germs died. And he scrubbed meticulously until his boyfriend came banging at the door to see if he was drowning. How you drown in a shower is a mystery to him still.

"Omi, ya doin' okay? It's been thirty minutes! Didja drown? Or slip? Are ya dyin'? Oh wait, are ya cryin’ in there? Sorry, I didn’t mean ta interrupt!”

"I'm coming out! Jesus, Atsu!" he shouted over the running water as the blonde yelled something about how he didn't need to come out because it was obvious that he was gay. 

He rolled his eyes and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel out of the cabinet and drying himself. He snatched another towel and wrenched open the door, throwing the cloth into his boyfriend's face and proceeding to his side of the bed where the clean, sealed plastic bag was, holding fresh, clean clothes inside. 

He dressed and noted that this specific pair of sweats was exponentially more comfortable than the others. Then he turned to the humongous stuffed tortoise that was also on the bed. He picked her up, squeezing her and breathing in the familiar scent. He could never name it, but it was the best scent he'd ever encountered. Better than his boyfriend, even, especially after a game when Atsumu's sweaty, stanky ass would hug him until he felt he may combust, be it win or loss. 

He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, half purr, half laugh, and half sigh. Don't ask him how 3 halves fit in one sound. He'd spent too much time around Atsumu. He was lucky he hadn't picked up that fucking accent yet. He found himself on the bed, curled up with Maggie, face still buried in the stuffed animal as he vibrated like a fucking purring cat. This was how Atsumu found him. 

The blonde simply took the other side of the bed and covered one of his hands with the towel that had been thrown his way earlier, reaching over the pillow border and using this to gently dry Kiyoomi's raven curls and massage the spiker's head. 

He always felt cared about, when Atsumu did little things for him. Like remembering his order at any restaurant they ate at, catering to him but not babying him when he had a bad joints day, buying him hair products for his curly hair, carrying a mask in his pocket at all times, things like that. Atsumu was one who loved both loudly and softly. In public, there was no question as to whether they were dating. Atsumu was very much a pda person and talked about Kiyoomi…quite a lot. He felt nice, though, knowing that Atsumu could love him loudly.

He’d never had that before.

"Omi," murmured Atsumu, getting a mere twitch in acknowledgment, before Sakusa inclined his head slightly and let out a satiated sigh. 

"Feels good, mm? Hang on," his boyfriend said softly before the hand migrated lower, under his curls and directly to his scalp. He groaned, not a sexual sound, just one of deep satisfaction. "Ya still wanna watch Shrek?"

He shook his head. No, he just wanted to sleep, thank you. He reached a hand through their pillow border, pinkie extended. He felt another pinkie wrap around his own and heard the blonde shift. 

"Alright. G'night, Omi. I love ya."

"Mhm," he murmured, though it was more sigh. He was so very comfortable right now. 

"Love ya," he mumbled, the words slurring, as he still had his mouth pressed into an oversized tortoise. Then he realized the accented "you" that became "ya". He'd get hell for that later.

"Can I kiss ya? Mm? Can I give my dumplin' a kiss before bed?"

He rolled the idea over in his head before peeking over the pillow border. A gentle kiss was pressed lightly to his head by the feather-soft lips he'd had a good bit of contact with over the years. 

"Ya feelin' better?" Atsumu questioned quietly, not wanting to break this. He hummed, the blonde taking it as the yes that it was. "Cmere."

He cleared some of the pillows away to make room for the blonde to come through because Sakusa sure as hell wasn't moving. He got a snort, but his lover made his way over to him and smoothed his hair from his forehead, kissing the surface again. The ravenette felt those long lashes flutter across his head as the setter's eyes shut. 

They were like that for a while, Atsumu wrapping a loose arm around him and Kiyoomi entangling their legs.

"If yer not wearin' socks, m'gonna kill ya," he murmured sleepily, the accent he thought in (due to the fucking country bumpkin that had stolen his heart) seeping through his voice. It didn't help that he was on the brink of slumber, so he didn't feel like pronouncing the correct words fully. "Ion wan' yer nasty ass feet all over me."

"Don't worry, Omi, I'm wearin' socks. Go to sleep, sugarplum, yer tired."

He nodded, grabbing Atsumu's free hand. 

"I lob you," he said, yawning. The fake blonde chuckled softly, humming as he ran a hand through the dark curls that crowned his head.

"Love you too, honey. Go to sleep."

[artsemry]

LATE NIGHT DEVIL, LOVE SO SWEET

• sakuatsu

• royalty au, false identity, angst with a happy ending

• status: complete

• wc: 23k

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[omikvn]

talk so pretty (but your heart got teeth)

And to hear his every thought hurts, in the way that a wild rose bouquet would be elegant to the eye, yet painful to the touch. Each thought of Hinata is a thorn that digs into Kiyoomi’s palms, in this profuse gathering of flowers and feelings that Kiyoomi has been holding so earnestly out for Atsumu.

Kiyoomi’s palms and heart bleed red—it’s a good thing that roses are already drenched in the same color.

A voice. A thought. 

He’s beautiful, Atsumu is thinking now. 

But not about me, murmurs Kiyoomi internally. Never about me.

—

or in other words, kiyoomi has been pining for a certain cocky setter for years — and he’s sure it will never progress beyond that. because, you see, kiyoomi is able to hear his soulmate’s thoughts through his soulmate connection. 

that’s how he knows that miya atsumu doesn’t feel the same way.

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➵ my piece for @hqbb 2023!! thank you to @amoriemiya for betaing, & to @lockandk3yfiction for their lovely art! it has been such a treasure, + i'm delighted to bring this story to life for you all ♡

[przeuszczski]

On the second day after experiencing skin-to-skin touch for the first time in almost a decade, Kiyoomi came to an uncomfortable conclusions: First, he couldn’t move forward with his case without addressing the assailant in the screen.   Second, he needed to keep a calm head.  That meant he would have to separate his work from Miya Atsumu again. The first conclusion had been another mental block.  Kiyoomi had sat on the floor at the end of his bed, staring up at his theory wall and replaying the footage in his head time and time again.  Every time, he grew more confident that he knew the move on the camera.  He’d known it when he’d first seen it, and the more he tried to debunk his instincts, the more solid they became.   He avoided the second conclusion by replaying the night of Motoya’s death in his head on repeat, trying to separate the reality of his night terrors and faulty memories from objective truth.  It had taken him all night and left him with a splitting headache and sore chest, but when the natural sunlight announced dawn, he felt just as jumbled as when he’d first sat.  Kiyoomi had crawled into his bed, taken his usual cocktail of pills, and laid on his right side in the hopes of suffocating the persistent, residual feeling of Miya’s hand with his pillow.  

Every time I update in less than two weeks, I become more powerful.

[sharkbit3rs]

just published a sakuastu fanfic based on No.1 Party Anthem by Arctic Monkeys, you all should definitely check it out!!!

[caynov]

Scorching... 8k words of SakuAtsu omegaverse and mental illness, 1/2 chapters.

[miiyumei]

one single thread of gold [ao3]

sakuatsu | 45.2k | M

⟢ three chapters / complete

It all started with a goose. A goose and a boy with poorly dyed hair whom Sakusa Kiyoomi had the great misfortune of attending the same All-Japan Youth Training Camp with in his second year of high school.

or, the one where Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu are soulmates bound together by the soulmate goose of enforcement, who won’t leave them alone until they kiss, kiss fall in love.

[additional tags: soulmate goose of enforcement au; slow burn; angst with a happy ending; fluff and angst]

[that-willowtree]

I should be sleeping but instead I’m going to make a roulette wheel of all my favorite ships so I can decide which one will be my hyperfixation for the next 3 days

[flyingwargle]

july fanfic recommendations!

i read an obscene amount of fanfic last month with some that i must share with others, hence this post. i still over >100 fics to read so maybe this will be a monthly series? we'll see.

some fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

rotten work & other things worth doing t. 3k. atsumu and sakusa clean atsumu's bathroom together. that's it, that's the fic. lots of hurt/comfort and love and affection <3

The Sakusa Complaint Jar t. 3.6k. hilarious take on the swear jar, especially as atsumu learns he's more down bad for sakusa than he thought.

Appease and Assuage t. 5.1k. sakusa has a bad day and atsumu is there for him. very soft and raw with sakusa feeling off-kilter, and atsumu knows exactly how to help him.

come, morning light g. 5.2k. sakusa gets sick and tries to push atsumu away but eventually lets him in. very soft and domestic.

Here Is Your Verse m. 15.52. 2/2. atsumu ends his fwb relationship with sakusa because he caught feelings. they end up reconciling in the end.

when you hear hoofbeats t. 42.4k. 14/14. university au slowburn where sakusa has eds and he gets into a relationship with atsumu. be aware of the chapter warnings because it gets heavy but has a happy ending!

Stockholm Syndrome Isn't Real e. 50.2k 8/8. side sunaosa(komo). au where atsumu is a pro athlete but osamu is secretly a hacker and atsumu is kidnapped in his place. love the action, tension, and everything about this.

sunaosa

slip of the pen t. 6k. suna channels all his pining into award-winning books and osamu has never read any of them. the pining is top-tier in this.

moonsick m. 7.8k. fwb to lovers in suna's pov. is it really a sunaosa fic without one of them being emotionally constipated?

in the mood for love m. 8.3k. friends to exes to friends to lovers pipeline. i love the prose and osamu's thoughtful narration.

Litany in Which Certain Words Are Said t. 10.9k. 5 times osamu says "i love you" and 1 time suna says it back. oohh the yearning in this is top-tier!

a type of hunger m. 9.1k. i love the exploration of suna's hunger in this as an athlete and feeling like he's falling behind. good thing osamu is there for him <3

An Inconvenient Espionage e. 26.6k. 5/5. side sakuatsu. spy au, assholes to lovers. good action, good spy work, good tension 👀

somewhere to lay the flowers t. 25.6k. i've read a healthy amount of bastigod's works and trans suna has me in a chokehold. i also love magical realism and the mythology in this was woven wonderfully. suna's daughter is also a delight!

iwaoi

stumble into the sun e. 3.6k words of iwaizumi discovering that oikawa has a praise kink. it's also very soft and lovely.

Press '1' to Get a Call From Your Drunk Best Friend t. 5.4k. a drunk iwaizumi spills about his love and appreciation for oikawa. it's hilarious and fluffy and one of my favorites <3

HIPS DON'T LIE e. 8.1k. iwaizumi overhears girls talk about how good oikawa is in bed and is given a live demonstration from the man, himself.

i wanna ruin our friendship t. 18/18. oikawa comes to terms that he's in love with his best friend. features heavy themes, read the chapter warnings before proceeding. there's a happy ending!

bokuaka

Tell Me, Eurydice (How Could I Not?) t. 6.3k. lovely prose from akaashi's perspective about bokuto becoming captain and the idea of akaashi being his vice captain.

hoot if you've heard this one before t. 5.2k. bokuto and akaashi lose contact and find each other in university at a cafe that akaashi owns. lovely reconciliation fic and relationship recovery.

papers (the special, laminated ones) t. 5.3k. bokuto's parents have a tradition of laminating all his special papers and he isn't allowed to get them until "he's ready." i loved how sweet and fluffy this was, especially with his relationship with akaashi <3

Spaces aren’t Voids 7.2k. bokuto had every intention to propose until he lost the ring. a very fun and fluffy fic of a marriage proposal that doesn't quite go through but things go well in the end.

To Have and to Rail e. 12.4k. this is more humor than smut about akaashi's scientific exploration to match bokuto's stamina in bed. it doesn't go as well as he hopes (of course. good luck, akaashi)

onigiri miya: brand ambassadors (applications closed) g. 4k. bokuto is kinda slightly jealous of how close akaashi is to osamu because he's obsessed with onigiri miya. hinata feels the same way with kageyama. so what do they do? become brand ambassadors for osamu. absolutely hilarious and fluffy!

Kiss Me (Like You Wanna Be Loved) e. 56.6k. 27/27. oh the pipeline of strangers to roommates to fwb to lovers, i love it so. equal parts hurt/comfort, fluff, with the perfect amount of nsfw.

kagehina

soft serve t. 9.6k. hinata and kageyama drive an ice cream truck to fundraise money for karasuno's volleyball club. that's it, that's the fic.

Meme of the Day g. 4k. kageyama accidentally turns hinata into a meme. very fluffy and cute!

miscellaneous

yachi hitoka stop being so relatable challenge t. 4.1k. i loved this exploration of yachi being known and getting closer with the karasuno boys. she's such a precious cinnamon roll <3

north is everywhere. t. 12.1k. an exploration of kiyoko's development through high school, from being a manager out of obligation to continuing out of choice. also ace rep!

summer rolling down a cheek gen. 13.2k. a beautiful character study of kenma after the spring tournament as he thinks about the future and what comes next. beautiful prose and introspection.

[tendou-satori-chocolatier]

*texting

Sakusa: I'm so done with you

Atsumu: k

Sakusa: don't use "k" on me

Atsumu: oay

[shoyoslaugh]

Sakuatsu but they’re in a secret relationship that involves them pretending to hate each other in front of others but still catching longing glances across a room. It all comes crumbling down when Atsumu gets hurt and despite Sakusa’s mysophobia, he’s the first to rush over 🙏

[waveoftheocean]

😏😳

(10.07.23 happy sakuatsu day!! i missed drawing these two 💕)

[homosubtext]

i fear i’m falling victim to the sakuatsu brainrot again.

[scarasdiapers]

sakuatsu au where they both like to sing with and for each other except theyre terrible singers like kiyoomi just isnt on key and atsumu is straight up yelling and everyone in their vicinity is ready to kill them

(bonus: both atsumu and kiyoomi are aware of their diabolical singing but they're also sadists who like to watch their friends suffer)

[arctvros]

just shut up and kiss me