A three-hour traffic jam is bad enough by itself without that rude, nasty jerk in the next lane. [zukka]

In which Adam and Eve have made their escape. They're not alone in the forest, but desperately alone together. - [EVILLIOUS ; MOONLIT BEAR]

Just know that it's like this; sometimes these tiny terrors gush up into big and beautiful beasts. /drabble. Current Chapter: stolen sun

[ Until his rebirth in another universe, another body, another life, he will be trapped in this coffin of a hexahedron with her. Until the ruthless dice are thrown again. ] — lenku. / unmei no megami.

"I finally said what you've been wanting me to say, so what are you going to do now?"

He never liked Kagamine Rin. That is, until he became her. (rinlen bodyswitch AU)

Len could buy anything he wanted in the world, so why couldn't he buy her love? / In The Unlikely Scenario This Gets Updated, It Should be a Twoshot / "Rin/Len noncest", inspired by Purgatory and the Canary Girl. it's horror bc my writing is scary just by itself.

"So you know of our kind." — in which betrayal, not revenge, is the dish best served cold. ice/fire fantasy au; kaimei.

She never really thought - or believed - she was capable of being loved. gumiku

"Kaito, if you get any closer, you're going in the doghouse." His empty threat is met with a smug smirk - the kind of smirk that Len wants to wipe right off his face. "You know that's a kink of mine." - Wow, okay. kailen, mentioned rinmiku. t for len's potty mouth, mostly.

"The genre is jazz rap, Kagamine. That's, like, half your taste, and half an opportunity to get the 1950's stick out your butt." - request fill: blind pianist/lounge singer and a guide dog that doesn't get enough screen time.

"Stay away from that boy," her mother says to her. And she tries to—really, she does. She hates the way he destroys things so easily, like snapping a thin twig between his fingertips. shameless fic featuring rin / len.

She'd come to Mitakihara with a storm at her back, and now again, the tarred skies waiting for the very last of something to trigger the flood. Certain it was going to happen, but watching for the when, regardless; the same kind of detached fascination afforded to a train careening across a movie screen, or a pitcher winding up on the mound, or the climax of a song.

We're putting our all on this. –– Rin/Len. Ikasama Casino AU.