Fanfic Recs

They start dating just before Rin leaves for Australia.

Rin has a nightly visitor in his dorm room. They don't notice that Nitori is very much awake on the top bunk of the bed and listening to everything that's going on below him. 'Perhaps he should set up a throwaway email address and anonymously send Rin a link to the Amazon page for the Kama Sutra. Or Sex For Dummies. Or maybe one of those children’s toys with the colorful shaped pegs that fit into matching holes.' Basically, Rin is pretty much the worst roommate ever.

Rin accidentally ends up at an Iwatobi party, where Haru has had a little too much to drink.

Rin was supposed to give Haru something to say "yes" to.

"It's hard not to love Rin," is what he says instead, because that's what brought them to this. It's nobody's fault, especially not Rin's, but it feels like they've both been sleeping for so long. Maybe it's important to remember, sometimes, that it's not just Rin who has changed - Haruka and Makoto have been growing up too, if with less notice.

While his schoolmates are bound for destinations unknown, Rin opts to spend spring break in a more secluded area—away from his roommate and his family—his only company being his own jumbled thoughts and a quiet boy who carries with him the scent of chlorine and mackerel.

Haruka only wanted a nice soak, but instead he gets saddled with caring for a Rin who's tumbled into his universe from an alternate reality where they have a very different relationship than Haruka is accustomed to.

“And what do I get when I win?” Haru asks, nails against the underside of Rin’s knee. Rin laughs, ticklish, and then remembers to be indignant. “You’re not going to win, asshole! Stop assuming that!” “What does the winner get?” Haru rephrases. Rin’s quiet for a moment, thinking. “I don’t know—the best sex of their life, when this is over?” Haru huffs. “Something more than that.” “Whatever they want,” Rin says, finally. “Complete control over our fucking amazing victory sex.” (Haru and Rin make it to the Olympics: 75% plot, 25% sex.)

Haru just wants to be close to Rin, that’s all; he misses Rin so badly and he just wants Rin to be near him all the time, being loud and filling up Haru’s life.

Five times Rin and Haru kiss and one time they don't, not necessarily in that order.

Rin and Haru have it pretty good: prime spots on the Japanese National Swim Team, a real shot at Olympic glory in two summers, and a hassle-free, no-strings-attached sleeping arrangement that keeps them fit and sated without any fuss or mess. All is well, until they get caught by the paparazzi in a compromising position that nearly brings their careers to a grinding halt—unless they can come up with one hell of a good excuse for what they were doing.

“Did you ever think about any of us when you were away in Australia?” Nagisa asked cheerfully, years later at a joint swim practice. “I tried not to,” Rin said dryly.

Haruka would probably be enjoying his time in the Olympic Village more if his boyfriend weren't cheating on him. Surprise, surprise.

The set of Yuuri’s mouth softened into a private smile as Victor squeezed his knee beneath the table. His hands were bare, free from the gloves he so often wore when they were together on the rink, and the heat of his palm burned straight through the denim of Yuuri’s jeans. He slipped his own hand beneath the table and found Victor’s. Hidden from sight, their fingers began to flirt and play. A secret conversation all their own that needed no words. Yuuri was aware that at some point—a moment in time he couldn’t quite place—Victor had become his boyfriend. There wasn’t a single instant when it...

At twelve years old, Rin discovers he can enter people’s dreams. He assumes the ability is limited to family and is shocked when he connects with Haru during a sleepover. After moving to Australia, he continues to see Haru while he’s asleep and confesses things he never would otherwise, like his fear that he made a mistake by leaving. When he returns to Japan that winter, Haru confronts him about the dreams. Instead of being frightened, he accepts the strange connection and over the next few years they form a friendship that overcomes Rin’s jealousy of Haru’s talent. But as they grow into...

[“And he says I’m the romantic one,” Rin mock-grumbles, and sets the suitcase down. “We’re going to be on the road by seven,” he says, “Gou will be over to pick us up; Seijuurou will be driving.”] The year they are twenty-four, Haruka writes a picture book, a light novel, climbs Mount Fuji, makes several wishes, and discovers Rin all over again.

When Levi gets injured during an expedition Eren retreats with him into an abandoned cabin.

Experiences leave marks. A story about nightmares, the end of the war, and Levi and Eren sharing a bed.

He thought there would be more time. It was pathetic, really. Stupid and naive, but here he is without them-- without him -- and all he can think as he hides away what little evidence of them is left is that he thought there would be more time.

Ash gives him a sad, lopsided smile. “I want to forget,” he says, urgent, pleading. “Let me pretend, for tonight, that there was never anyone else. Just the two of us, you and me. No past, no baggage.”

Levi may be twice the kid’s age, but he’s not above his own quiet little crushing uncertainties, it seems. Not above lying awake at night and feeling a bit wrecked. He’d thought – he’s never felt like this in his life, and he’d never particularly wanted to, nor intended to. And now that it’s happening – it’s dangerous, and it’s stupid, and he doesn’t know what Eren wants.

Based on this message I sent to a friend the other night: “OH SHUCKS DID LEVI FALL INTO A LAKE AND GET SOAKED WHILE THEY'RE STUCK FAR FROM BASE AND IT'S COLD OUTSIDE OH DEAR WHAT'S A CORPORAL TO DO.” Yes, this is Eren and Levi snuggling for warmth. I regret nothing. (Also, a bunch of actual plot snuck in here, too. Whoops. :D)

But everything felt different here, and Yuuri was ready for something different here. He was ready for everything. Yuuri squeezed harder around Viktor’s waist and a loud pop! sounded from the skillet. Yuuri’s libido was going to ruin dinner.

“Eiji!” Ash shouted, much closer than before, just outside the door. “Are you in there?” Oh thank goodness. “Yes, I’m in here!” Eiji said. Just hearing his voice, even rough and frantic as it was, was chasing away the anxious, itchy sensation crawling all over his skin, soothing the ache of grief and fear and loneliness in his chest. Just a little. Ash was here.

“How can you tell me to return to the ice while saying you’re retiring?” As Victor spoke, his anger flared into something just a little darker. Something just a little possessive, and Yuuri was usually the possessive one between them. Victor found himself closing the distance between them, grabbing hold of Yuuri’s leg. Yuuri shrank back—a centimeter—but Victor followed. Their noses brushed. Their lips were so close that when Victor spoke, it was almost a kiss. “Yuuri, how am I supposed to skate my heart out when you are my heart?”

Victor learns Japanese while in Hasetsu. He doesn't tell Yuuri, and things get dicey when he overhears Yuuri and Mari talking about him in Japanese. Repeatedly. (The subtitle of this fic should be: Victor Nikiforov really needs a hug. Luckily, he gets one. Eventually.)

Victor Nikiforov, the living legend, winner of five consecutive World Championships and five straight Grand Prix Finals - was in Yuuri's bed. Yuuri's bumpy, squeaky bed, with the Pokémon stickers peeling off the frame and the unwashed sheets. "Smells like you," Victor mumbled, careful and coy. Yuuri was on the verge of passing out. - Or that one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom because....well, we all know why...

Katsuki Yuuri is not a tactile man. Anyone who’s spent a minute with him can tell you that much. Victor, however— To say that Victor is touchy-feely is the understatement of the century. So when Victor just stops touching Yuuri, without explanation, without reason, it makes for a painfully jarring experience. (Alternatively titled: Five Times Victor Hugs Yuuri, and the One Time He Doesn't)

Later that night, he ends up lying in bed with Levi, the air cool on his skin. Eren’s already out of his shirt, down to nothing but his pants; but Levi’s in no hurry, it seems. Still has all his clothes on, and is propped up on one elbow, trailing his fingers along Eren’s chest and stomach as Eren lies there on his back and tries his best to not squirm all over, his pants tented obscenely and his fingers twisted in the sheets. He’s flushed pretty much all the way down his neck and chest, at this point. Grits his teeth and tries to think over how hard his heart is beating. Shit, it’s hard to...

Levi should have never taught Eren how to fuck.