In this Haikyuu AU it's definitely gay. Bokuto decides to gather his courage to invite his most precious person to a festival, only to experience what lies ahead.. << Do be warned my readers, for this author is a sucker for fluctuating emotions ヾ('▽｀;)ゝ >>

Akaashi thought it was all in his imagination. But then his feelings started to get real. Feelings for who? Kōtaro Bokuto. Bokuto thought that it was too good to be true. But then he knew that everything was just ephemeral. What was temporary? Keiji Akaashi. + Angst! Bokuto x Akaashi (Haikyuu!! Fanfiction) Characters are owned by Haruichi Furudate, story is owned by me. sirenfatale ©All Rights Reserved 2016

Life as mankind known it, is being in constant fear of being attacked by vampires. So it wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to attack him. They were supposed to go on a once in a lifetime hunt. They had sighted the current Lord of Vampires nearby. They were supposed to kill him. Everyone expected them to kill him. After all, they were the best Hunters in the region. That's why no one expected it, when Iwaizumi's partner, bestfriend, and lover, chickened out of the hunt. No one expected, especially Iwaizumi, that Oikawa would attack him.

"I don't love you anymore." Lies ~~~ "Did you end it with him?" Akaashi stared blankly at his father. The tears have all dried up, and all that's left were red scars and shattered glass. "Yes," he muttered bypassing his father and running up the stairs into his room. ~~~ Akaashi was being abused at home. Merely a puppet under his father. Bokuto didn't know anything ||same universe as Box of Reminiscence||

What if words were all it took? All it took to be empty. Sugawara just wanted to be empty. WARNING ED This book is linked to the Kagehina book "Taps" that I made.

Whatever Bokuto writes shows up on his soulmates arm. An arm that belongs to Akaashi Keiji. A bokuaka, kuroken, bokuroo fic. Written: 2019-2020 Cover art: @almangods

"Well, Au revoir my fellow...er, whores" Kuroo shrugs on his jacket. "I prefer floozies" Oikawa corrects him. "Hussies" Matsukawa nods. "Tramps" Kuroo points at them before walking out the door with a snicker. "No, no, tarts!" Oikawa announces. "Woah that is totally you" Matsukawa sniggers. "Hey!" Oikawa balks. "We're escorts" Akaashi says with finality, standing to follow Kuroo. A Bokuaka time skip AU where Bokuto is a bartender and Akaashi works as an escort~ Written: 2020 WARNINGS: This is a mature book. Eg. Sex, swearing, adult jokes. Suggested 16+ for reading this, cause you all sure know how to complain

Kenma never had anyone to call a friend. No one ever loved him or cared about him. Not even his parents. But when someone decides to break his protective wall, he's not afraid anymore. He feels happy with him. He feels loved.

"Peter Pan, that's what they call me. I promise that you'll never be lonely" Pink, blue, yellow. One after the other, they made the memories strange, they made me feel free. Sure, I could hear my parent's screaming from the floor below, but that was fine. He was here. Peter Pan, Kuroo Tetsurou, he was always here for me. His hands were large against mine, I remember the first time we met. ------------- Kind of an A/N I guess. So this is my 8th published KuroKen story! Yeah, so I wanted to add this here, because I've chosen to use the effect of LSD or Acid, whatever you'd like to call it as the main tone for this book. If this offends you, or triggers you in any way, please do not read it. I personally haven't taken any form of illegal drug, so everything I write is based off of research of the hallucinogen. Yeah, I have no idea what I'm doing for this one, but I'll sort it out as I go along. If you have chosen to read this book, I hope you enjoy, and I hope that it'll be a story worth your time. Okay, if you haven't caught on, this is a Haikyuu!! Fanfiction. The pairing is Kuroo Tetsurou x Kenma Kozume. I do not own any of the characters. Lowkey based off of the song Neverland, adapted by Abstract ft Ruth B, originally by Ruth B. Thanks a shit ton, let's go, BroHoes.