Relationships are forged through a collection of moments, both significant and insignificant. Leia's surprised to find that it's the latter that mean the most in her relationship with Alvin. [Pre-Established Alvin/Leia]

Rin and Haruka meet by chance on the street, and Rin invites himself over to Haru's house. Rin is still upset about their race the other day... So how can Haru make him feel better? Events from s1. Slash content. Rated M for a reason. Will be a two-shot now! (eventually!)

"Are they done?" Makoto asked as he dragged a finger along Rin's cheek to lick some of the chocolate Rin had managed to coat himself in. Rin sometimes seriously wondered if the brunet had any idea what he did to him. (( for Dana-Eliza! ))

He woke up surrounded by darkness, it took him a few seconds to figure if he was actually still asleep or if he was awake. But for those few joyous seconds he thought he had finally left the world of pain. Angst! AU! Rin!centered

[[OLD]] "haru riding rin and rin leaning on pillows while haru does all work, pleaseeee" - anon

Soft and fluffy RinHaru drabbles to warm your heart.

[[OLD]] Plus, Rin would like to think he was an overall wholesome guy with healthy urges, not with a downright domestic apron kink. [completely NSFW, explicit RinHaru PWP including apron kinks and dirty talk]

AU. They were two people that lacked the same thing. One was a grown-up man who never experienced a warm family love, and then there's the little boy whose parents gave him away to the cold autumn streets. They realize when they meet that they are probably the perfect persons to fill each other's emptiness. NO PEDOPHELIA INVOLVED.XD

To own…To claim…To possess. If such emotions were keys to hell, then he'd gladly open every door and burn within its fiery depths.

At first, Haruka wasn't particularly interested in the local paper boy. He was convinced he was just some kid around his age who liked to deliver the newspaper at early hours. And yet, he found him captivating, radiant with bliss and kissed by the sun, smiling all the time. Who was this paper boy? It was Rin Matsuoka. Childhood one-shot of Haruka/Rin!

RinHaru PWP. Enough said.

Wherein Rin Matsuoka needed to appreciate what he has before it becomes what he had. RinHaru. Slightly AU.

Rin's a florist, and Haru's an art student who keeps coming to his flower shop. Rin has no idea what to make of it.

The guys get together for a night of movies and pizza, as the night progresses Haru and Rin start acting upon their feelings for each other. Rated M for future chapters! Mostly humour! Final chapter 'The Big Blue' up!

[HaruRin] Rin has surgery scars. Haruka thinks they're cute, not that he'd say so.

Your smiles are useless and you know it. But still, you'll keep forcing your lips into that upturned position. It may not be able to cure Jude, but you'll have to keep trying because smiles are all that you have.

Haruka had been travelling the desert for a month when he was pointed northward by a mysterious stranger at sunset. Haruka followed the stranger's advice and not only did he find all the water he could ever want, but also a new home for himself, new friends, and a dark, wicked romance. AU. Discontinued.

You're a mercenary; if a client pays for it, it's your job to strike down the target without a moments hesitation. You have no personal responsibility for the people that you hurt or kill. Maybe if you keep repeating that lie, you'll eventually start to believe it. Just where do your loyalties lie little mercenary?

She tries her best to smile, but deep down, every time she looks at his face, she's nothing but terrified. Terror freezes her in place, steals her words away, and prevents either of them from moving forward. It's suffocating. It's painful. It needs to stop. Now.

AU. Rin with his purple hair and purple ears and purple fluffy tail. But that's not what catches his eye at first. It's the way Rin smiles. "Hi, I'm Rin!" And the grin he gives Haru makes his heart beat faster. It's pretty and makes him catch his breath like when he's swimming. Haru/Rin

All Rin could think was how Haru even tasted like swimming. How was he supposed to keep quiet?

It was then that it hit him: bloodshot. Rin's eyes were bloodshot. And with this new revelation came the thick, choking scent of something intoxicating yet disgusting, which Haruka seemed to note stuck to Rin's clothes, even through all the heavy rainfall he'd had to endure. Drugs? No, no way. Rin wasn't on drugs; he couldn't be. Not Rin.

Five thousand, eight hundred and forty days. One hundred forty thousand, one hundred and sixty hours. Eight million, four hundred and nine thousand, six hundred seconds. You were the one I was looking for, these past sixteen years.

Sometimes, the things Luke had to give up for the sake of the world were beyond cruel... - Slight AU, Post Tower of Rem. -