Nika 🖤

in sweden if u ask how old someone is they’ll tell u their birth year why is why i automatically know what age like 1997 is 😭😭

the way it’s tradition to go clubbing on christmas day in sweden i will NEVER understand. don’t u wanna be home w family or loved ones?????

//mentions of NSFW// #Sakuatsu #skts

Atsumu couldn't even think straight.

"I want you to fuck me." Came Sakusa's voice from behind his shoulder, breath tickling the skin between his shoulder and neck.

Sakusa's breath was hot and sent shocks down Atsumu's spine.

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Omegaverse // Mpreg // fluff! // #sakuatsu #skts

Two lines.

Two tiny, little lines. He's pregnant.

Atsumu stands in front of the sink, in his and Kiyo's shared bathroom, staring down at the test in his hands.

With a pup- pups? /Kiyo's pup/.

Holy shit. He's /pregnant/.

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Hunger Games AU // angst // #miyatwins #sakuatsu #skts

"Miya Osamu."

All else is quiet as the District 12 escort calls out Osamu's name. It's almost as if no one dares to breathe, lest they be called up in his stead.
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no cuz ur giving me ideas…maybe look out for a tag in the near future 🧐

//fin

this was actually a sneak peak of a fic that i was and am still trying to write.
HOWEVER this is the comepletely unedited version as will be pt.2 so it wont be exactly like this when i eventually release the fic. (which will not be anytime soon cuz i suck and have no free time)

Instead, they raise a hand, three fingers pointed to the sky in a mock salute, and Atsumu finally feels the full weight of his reality crash down on him.

Atsumu will still choose to die in his place, to assure his life alongside that of his brother's - becuase what else is there to do for the ones he loves?

The crowd remains silent, no applause for the two children - /children/ - they watch being hauled to their inevitable deaths.
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But he knows that's not how this will work, because nothing - no greater power or miracle luck - would be willing to grant him such a wish.

Kiyoomi had fallen out of love with him a long time ago, and yet-
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As he stands here now...living the reality of their shared fate...watching /his/ Omi be condemned to a fate possibly worse than death - he's /sure/ he never stopped loving him.

He thinks, maybe, if he could have one good thing in his life he'd choose to die in palce of a man that loves him back.
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They had broken up a fair time ago, but Atsumu wasn't sure he ever stopped loving Kiyoomi.

As he stands here now, on the opposite side of the stage, they meet eyes across what feels like a million years worth of space.
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Becuase he too, knows there is nothing to be done - but maybe even worse, he knows there is no one that would be willing to take his place like Atsumu did for Osamu.

He allows the men to escort him onto the stage, Atsumu's eyes follow him all the while.
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That they /could/ somehow play it in their favour?

Well, no matter what he thought, it seems they couldn't.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi."

This time it's Atsumu whose head snaps to the side. He sees as realization dawns on Kiyoomi's face - the resignation.
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But why couldn't it? He's part of District 12 just like anyone else. 17 years old just like 'Samu and himself, but the thought had never crossed Atsumu's mind.

He had thought - what /had/ he thought exactly? That his family would shield him from the draw of tributes?
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He wants nothing more than to crumple to the ground and scream. To allow the sobs to encompass him in his grief becuase he hates that he didn't even consider this a possbility.
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He told himself he wouldn't cry, but what else can he do.He doesn't think he has it in him to do anything other than cry. He allows the tears to fall, albeit silently -

and then he hears it. He hears the second name spoken and he thinks he might loose all of the measly strength he has left.
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As long as they have each other.

Atsumu's heartbeat drowns out the escort, too loud in his ears to hear anything. He stands, unmoving, as he feels the first tear hit his cheek.
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Probably with Suna - hopefully. He gets to continue living and that's all that really matters.

Osamu can take care of their Ma. They can grieve Atsumu's death together, because he knows that's what they'll eventually have to do - and then they will continue to live, without him, but that's okay.
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She doesn't know that one of those two is her son, she's probably sitting at the dining table biting her nails to shreds as she waits for them to come home - but they won't.

/They/ won't, but at least Osamu will.

Osamu will get to live. He gets to continue to build his life, fall in love.
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He thinks of how she's sitting at home - too old to participate in the draw - because she refused to watch two children be dragged from the life they know.
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Not while the entire district has their graze trained on him, because his fate is sealed and there's nothing anyone can do to change that fact.

He thinks of his Ma, how she raised the twins alone after their father died in the mine after birth.
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Their own hearts ache at the sight, the brothers nobody thought would ever be seperated, being ripped out fo each other's reach.

Atsumu watches as his brother shatters in Suna's arms . he can see the white knucked grip he has on his shirt.

He wills himself not to cry, He /refuses/ to cry.
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"Well," The escort starts. "how /exciting/! We have a volunteer!" He speaks as if it's something to be celebrated, one of their own being sent to almost certain death.

Suna can feel the sobs that wrack Osamu's body, Kita and Aran watching as he trembles in the embrace.
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"I know 'Samu, but it's done." Suna wraps his arms around Osamu, guiding his head into his chest.

Suna and the others watch as Atsumu is taken up on stage, as he stands in front of the districts eligible candidates - head held high, chin up.

Just like his Ma taught him.
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"He can't." The words are aimed in Suna's direction, but he isn't sure Osamu is really speaking to him and not just making a feeble attempt to force words out of his throat - to do /anything/ other than see his brother walk away.
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His knees give out below him and the only things keeping him from crashing to the ground are the hands on his biceps.

He turns his head to see Suna - Aran and Kita standing behind him with stony looks on their faces.
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Osamu feels his heart crack, the knowledge that they're taking his brother sinking into his bones.

They feel like lead.

He wonders if he'll have the strength to say goodbye, because he knows the time will come.

It's an inevitability.
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"Ya can't fuckin' do this to me 'Tsumu. Please." Osamu doesn't cease his fight to reach Atsumu, but it's less fierce now, recognizing the hoplessness in his actions.

He knows there's nothing he can do, and it absolutely breaks him.
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"TACK IT THE FUCK BACK, 'TSUMU!" Osamu is frantic now, attempting to thrash his way through the peacekeepers who have created a wall between the two brothers.

"Y'know I can't do that 'Samu." It's surprising that his voice is even audible despite the emotions clogging his throat.
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