"I thought you wanted to go outside for a bit?" Daichi questioned. Sugawara laughed drowsily. "Yeah. I do. But I can feel them kicking. I want to enjoy it." Daichi laughed softly. He put his hands on Sugawara's stomach and looked into his eyes. He couldn't lose this boy. He couldn't lose their baby. ~~~~ WARNING: Mentions/depictions of: - Throwing up (morning sickness + more) - Slight gore - Child birth

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Tendou was everything but normal. He danced and drank like any other college student. But there was something off about him. He was a little special as some people called him but he had the brightest red eyes and the strange interest in a very quiet bartender who just so happened to be just as strange. ~~~~ ⚠ WARNING ⚠ Mentions of: - Small bits of self harm - Ableism - Homophobia - Alcohol - Smoking (cigarettes)

Akaashi sighed, sitting up. Bokuto looked over and quirked a brow. "Why are you tired?" "Not sure..." Bokuto leaned over and took a deep breath. His eyes widened. "You smell a lot sweeter now. Holy crap." Akaashi shrugged. "Doesn't mean that much." Bokuto put a hand on Akaashi's stomach and Akaashi smiled. "Oh my God." Akaashi laughed quietly. "It was supposed to be a surprise."

Bokuto knew he had secrets. He knew he had issues. He also knew that visiting the red light district was likely not a good idea. Trans!Bokuto x Prostitute!Akaashi WARNING: This story has depictions/scenes of - SA - Dysphoria - Menstrual cycles - Limited homophobia (mainly memories)

When winter turned Akaashi's town cold and rainy he found comfort in his isolation. Everything was peaceful despite his needs for constant sugar. He had friends. He had his writing. That all started to slip when he met Bokuto, opening his eyes to the brightest fire he had ever experienced. The warmest home he could find. WARNING: This story contains scenes/depictions of: - fainting - an early death - alcoholism trauma - mentioned child abuse (no actual scenes) - throwing up

Tendou knew he was inferior. He knew what people saw when he was around others. He knew what his body could do and how young he was. So why had he decided to miss out on everything for Ushijima? The boy he'd loved since he could recognize the taller's kindness? Why give him, the quiet and stoic captain he was sneaking into his home every other night, a gift from his very being? WARNING: This story contains/depicts scenes of - seizures (x1) - throwing up - pregnancy and labor - miscarriage - abuse from Ushijima's mother

One royal, one suitor, one real lover. Who will win? WARNING: This story contains scenes/depictions of: -illness -vomit -mature scenes -domestic violence