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Marry Me, Financially by kittykatara for Amayax, goldnation
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
15 Jul 2025
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With a heavy sigh, Kaveh buried his face in his pillow. All of his romantic ideals, as usual, were quashed by the one man he actually yearned for such affections from - a marriage for the sake of fucking tax deductions.
Though it made sense in a cold, rational way, such a logical and disinterested proposal for Kaveh to willingly sacrifice his heart for nothing more than mora cut deep into his chest. And worst of all... Alhaitham was unaware that Kaveh’s heart could never even belong to anyone but him - that he was already the sole benefactor of Kaveh’s silent longing, having stolen Kaveh’s heart against his will long ago.
Kaveh curled around his pillow as if the soft cotton of his pillowcase could offer a reprieve from the turmoil churning deep in his stomach. He’d long since made peace with his unrequited love for Alhaitham, resigning himself to a lifetime of suppressed yearning - but this? This was torture, plain and simple, demanding mental gymnastics that Kaveh wasn’t confident he was flexible enough to contort himself into.
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Atsumu gets kicked out of his apartment and stays with Kiyoomi who's ready to make the landlord pay.
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- Part 2 of Meant for You
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Miya Atsumu has a number in his head, 5 milion yen and a boss who treats him like a personal cleaning service.
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- Part 1 of 4 Stressed Managers
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“Yer very boring, aren’t ya?”
“Boring?” His voice is deep. Which is fitting, Atsumu thinks.
“Mhm. Ya look so prim and proper.”
“Well, looks can be quite deceiving.”Miya Atsumu thought his life was falling apart until he met Sakusa Kiyoomi. Now he can’t figure out if it was better before or after he met him.
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Atsumu winds his arms around Kiyoomi’s waist and tucks his face between his shoulder blades. God, it has really been so long, long enough that Kiyoomi could pick that ridiculous nose out of a lineup of faces blindly, would know him by touch handless, could pick out his voice deaf, only fingers pressed to a vibrating throat. Long enough that he could believe someone would clutch him close and kiss his clothed shoulder for no reason other than to touch; to say, Here, I have been here. And here and here. I have graphed you. Because I love you, and you will change.
“Wow,” Kiyoomi muses, sliding Atsumu’s calculations closer. “Two times twenty-five is forty? Since when?”
“Shut up,” Atsumu groans, rocking them back and forth like a sugar-high child. “Shut up, shut up.”
(Or, exactly how love leaves you a puddle on this carpet-less floor because you’d rolled it up to dance.)