“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.
It’s the first time the guys are having a sleepover altogether, and it’ll be at Makoto’s with a bunch of plushies lying everywhere. Rin and Haru are alone though, and there’s really only one way they can kill time together: playing games.
Rin leaves for college in America, but he pays Haruka one last-minute visit before he goes. Their relationship progresses in the lulls between academic terms, in the glimpses Haruka takes of the future, in the two steps forward taken for every step back.
23-year-old Nanase Haruka stumbles into a job as the PA for the marketing director of Future Fish Swimwear, and is less than thrilled about the prospect of being stuck in a boring office job. His boss is a different story.
“Oh, darling, do you remember… what was his name? Makoto, was it?” Haru freezes in place, his breath catches in his windpipe like cloth on brambles. He feels Makoto stifle a gasp and try to shrink into himself.
Haru is stolen from his ocean home by humans that make him lose his trust in the entire species until he’s rescued by a particular fireman who teaches him that some humans are not just good - they’re wonderful, they’re lovely, they’re amazing (and they’re pretty darn good-looking).
Captain Makoto Tachibana, along with childhood friends, Nagisa Hazuki and Rin Matsuoka sail the fine line between Privateer and Pirate in the Caribbean during the 17th Century. Makoto, who suffers from amnesia after nearly drowning as a child and missing for three weeks, finds his memories returning after a mysterious young man named Haruka Nanase joins the crew as their Cook.
In this Future Fish, Haru never went to Australia, never found a dream, never thought he’d regret it until it was too late. Now he’s finding his efforts increasingly ineffective at helping Makoto hold on to his own dream, after the Tachibana’s death.
Rin’s life is quite successful, even if he has drifted away from everyone a bit again. There’s no animosity between them this time, which is good, because when tragedy strikes, he needs all his friend’s help to get through it.
rinharu fic rec masterlist aka pls rescue me from hell
So before season 2 started I basically reread every single rinharu fic I had bookmarked on ao3 and I wanted to organize them a little better! Also, thezhenger is currently going through a rough breakup(?) with her current otp so I’m trying to seduce her to join me in rinharu hell. So here they are, 32 of my absolute favorite rinharu fics. Note that these are just my very faves…there’s probably another 30 that I really like. These are just the ones that I’ve reread again n again n again. Karen, that’s a shitload of fic, you might say. Well *clears throat* I have been reading rinharu fic for almost…a year now…yep. A whole ding dang year. No shame. Karen, are you sure they’re all good? HELL YEA I AM. I have great taste. If you don’t trust me, good thing for you I wrote up recs for each one!! Starred fics are super extremely recommended.
this is the first multi-chapter fic i’m posting, but i couldn’t resist. it’s not complete though, which was why i was hesitant to post multi-chapter fics in the first place. i wouldn’t want you to suffer with the wait for next chapters.
well, this fic is a post-series continuation. where Rin and Haru become olympic swimmers and date and stuff. (secret: they’re going to get married!)
there’s a bit of Makoto and the others, but not that much. or not yet, at least.
I’m almost finished Shadow Dragon and I was looking for some Merric/Marth ships and there was a disappointing lack of them. Seriously guys. Merric and Ellerean? I don’t even know who that dude is. AND MERRIC AND ETZEL? THAT GUY’S PINING OVER HIS LOST WIFE AND YOU’RE SHIPPING HIM? I hate every single one of you.
He’d never really thought about how Rin might feel. Rin had invaded his space often enough—an arm around his shoulder; that god-awful tickle attack—but to reciprocate it was something he’d never considered, and not to this degree.
Competing against each other was what they knew best, though it had never before included the complete shedding of clothes.