This rollercoaster of a fic, set in a universe where Oikawa and Iwaizumi meet in a bar, is funny, profound, and awe-inspiring all in one. Read it at your own risk, and oh, you can find references to it under almost any Bokuaka related post.Ĭonquering the Great King by SuggestiveScribe
This hospital au revolving around Akaashi and Bokuto’s budding relationship is truly heartbreaking, to say the least. That being said, it honestly did such a number on me that I think it deserves the hype. T, 22 k words, cw: terminal illness, hospitals, major character deathĪs the highest-rated Haikyuu fanfic on ao3, this work is a monument and will go down in Haikyuu history. I loved to watch love bloom for Akaashi in the cracks of his tumultuous life, because he deserves everything <333 I feel sometimes that heavy topics such as the trauma from sex work are really misrepresenting in fanfiction, but the author does a great job of portraying it in a real way and not romanticizing it at all. This darker fic follows Akaashi as he deals with his life as a prostitute, and how Bokuto comes in and is able to change it for the better.
Highly recommend.Į, 60 k words, cw: prostitution, choking, and heavy content so READ THE TAGS It is worth every kudos, comment, bookmark, and more. I found that the characterization and the attention to detail the author put into the story is what made it a truly distinguishable and unique fic that allowed it to rise to the top. WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT? This fic is seriously novel-worthy, and Bokuto having Asperger’s is a beautiful component to the story. *contains nsfw fics* READ TAGS BEFORE U READĪccountant Akaashi. Comment the ones I missed, and I’m definitely going to be doing a part 2. For anyone new to the daunting world of Haikyuu fanfiction, these works are probably the most popular, talked-about works throughout the fandom, so they are a good place to start! I haven’t read some of these, but the reason I included them is that I’ve seen so much hype around them.
#IN ANOTHER LIFE HAIKYUU ARCHIVE#
Keiji was eight years too late.I wanted to make a post to archive what I would call “The Classics” as far as Haikyuu fanfic on ao3 goes. Keiji had done it, saving thousands of families from future grief and pain- saving everyone but himself. In one of the documents lies the cure to Fatal Familial Insomnia. His hands clutch what used to be a blanket along with countless folders and documents.
Just one more chance to prevent Koutarou from dying, one more chance to give him all his love, one more chance to make everything right. “ Please,” He prays and screams for the gods to give him one more chance. Residents reported to have seen a young man with black hair at the site. Now, it truly was an empty and ghosted graveyard. That was, until parents expressed their safety concerns and children were barred from entering the area. They described him as a being of pure remorse, and this garnered their curiosity they would keep a lookout for him in public.Ģnd October, 2023: The demolished site of what once was a hospital was pretty popular with the children. Onlookers reported to have seen a young man with black hair watching the demolition from afar- and with only a tattered cloth clutched in his hands. A cure had been found for Fatal Familial Disease- and for once, the hospital could be put to rest. He hurled the mug out of the window and it shattered into pieces.Īnd so Keiji and Koutarou’s story came to a close.Ģnd October, 2020: Was the date of demolition of the hospital. The child- instead of viewing this as a message from god, grew scared that he was being haunted. The wrapper of strawberry pocky being ripped open. A soft voice and fond chastising about how the snow was too cold. So he put the mug to his ear, and listened.Ī panicked voice of an older patient trying to escape the grip of death. But the child had read about it in storybooks, and deemed that the mug was a pretty accurate representation of a seashell. The child had never been to the beach, and probably never would. He found the mug and put it to his ear like people do with seashells.
It is possible that when a child without much time left to their life finally occupied the old room, he found that mug. The mug was soon coated with dust, untouched and unused- cracks at the edges and colour wearing off. Those who had personally tended to the duo knew of their tragic fate, and perhaps out of sympathy had left the mug in place. They described him as a being of pure riveting anger and exhaustion, and this garnered their curiosity they would keep a lookout for his return.Įventually, the nurses stopped wondering when he would come back to retrieve his coffee mug. 2nd of October, 2015: Patients reported to have seen a young man with black hair leaving the hospital with only a blanket clutched in his hands.
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