*SPOILERS FOR END OF SERIES* 1897: After the bombing of London, two English gentlemen leave England to seek their fortune on the Continent, encountering Persons Of Note along the way.

Ten minutes until midnight. Merry knew he'd be late.

I should have known I wouldn't satisfy you for long...I should have known. Cassian/Jezebel/Cassandra for Tanalilt. Rated for language.

A new serial killer has appeared on the streets of London, terrorizing it's people. Will Cain be able to catch the killer in time or will he lose the one closest to him? RiffCain

Riff/Cain. Riff's POV. "You're too good to me, Riff," he says softly. "Never, Lord Cain." More Count Cain-esque timeline.

what happens when a yaoi fangirl who is flunking school is sent to count cain by a fairy? why does she call riff an emo fairy and jezabel'sex on legs'riffxcain oh and her name is alexis mabye thats why she calls alexis her 'name buddy'hehe this will be fu

From the bright lights to the dark nights. Cain and Jill are making their way through the bloody life. A night at the opera quickly turns into the night of the baby. Question is, can our noble duo handle it?

Can't help but love, you know. A series of 30 fics/drabbles/ficlets for the 30 kisses LJ community. Riff/Cain. ON HIATUS.

Ever wonder what they skipped in Kafka? That "vampire girl"? Here it is. A certain cross-dressing noble makes a move on Riff, armed with a very good excuse and a good set of teeth. Cain/Riff

A quick glimpse of a daily schedule, a soft peek into a lifetime. Dreams, tea and confusion.

If nothing else, he could at least offer on such a nice day. Oneshot. Hint of CainxRiff

Though years pass and seasons change, some things always stay the same. One-shot with a tiny dash of RiffxCain for flavour.

well you see, i simply wanted a midnight snack. Riff x Cain, fluffiness, oneshot.

A short poem towards Lord Cain Hargreaves, written by none other than Riffael Raffit. Riff expresses his feelings in less than 150 words. Rated K plus for implied RiffCain just to be safe.

Rainy days means tea and opium, especially when you're arguing with the one you care about.

Riff had a little too much coffee before bed and this is where it gets him! Silly man.

All he wanted was to be accepted, but all he could do was accept the fact that he never would.

Crack. In which Crehador has no fun whatsoever being ordered around by some extremely bossy spirits. Spoilers to the end.

“How should it be sung, Miss Merriwether?”

Will you take tea with me in hell? 5 vignettes. Cain/Riff

Cain hated egg salad. Somehow, Merry made it taste good. He'd have to think about this one.

Working for Cain is not always fun.

A poem which hints on a darker facet of Cain's posessive nature regarding his beloved and trusted Riff. Is love ever really that innocent?

After Cain's heart is broken, he locks himself away to drown in his misery, but Riff has other plans. Not yaoi, I love CainxRiff pairing, but it just didn't turn out that way, although could be considerd one sided. The rating is probably too much

Beautiful, radiant, unsightly gorgeous wings enveloped his heart. Too bad they were not his to keep. Future.