K-9 officer Someya Yukari is worn thin, constantly stressed, and on the edge of being relegated to desk duty and therapy sessions. So when she finds herself in the company of an artist that frequents her nearby park, she's just relieved that there's at least one person in the world who doesn't treat her like a ticking time bomb.

A mix of drabbles and short stories in no particular order featuring Yukari and Maki, because they don't get nearly enough love and attention. Or, Yukari comes to the conclusion that "cool and reliable" was only one side of her partner. A small side. The smallest side.

Police officer Someya Yukari just wants to eat lunch. Artist Kamijou Maki just wants to enjoy her view. Somehow, both are quite sure the other is about to make a very drastic move.

The battle was over, the speeches given, the families reunited. Now, she could properly process all that had happened. Or rather, the Avatar could brood about her decision, and the embodiment of light could be annoyed.

Any trauma caused due to the lack of a sense of humor is not the fault of Tenchi Academy, its Kaicho, the staff members, students, or members of the guard. Kindly return all remaining remnants of dignity to their rightful owner. Sincerely, Shizuku Miyamoto

Yuho should know better than to be surprised by anything Jun does, but she really did wish the girl would stop climbing into her hospital room through the window.

Or, students are (non-fatally) hurt, Jun almost has her day, Hitsugi has her fun, and Shizuku and Sae do not get any peace. (No Tatewaki was injured during the writing of this fic. Much.)

(Written before the finale) With no betrayal, the attack on Mount Weather was a costly success. The toll for Clarke herself was still too much, and another kind of betrayal leaves her running into the forest. She was done being a leader. Done bearing that burden. But there are some things you just can't run from, and Clarke will find herself being forced to make that choice again.

In which Lexa watches the Hundred become grounders, and Clarke accidentally finds herself kinda sorta proposing to Lexa.

Momoka will be lucky someday. Not today, maybe not for the next four years, but someday. She hopes.

Routine? Who needs that? We're pirates! Wait, this IS allowed, right? (Rated K for pretend violence, death, and kidnapping)

There was really only one thing about Blake running away that truly pissed her off.

All things have a beginning, and Shizuku isn't quite sure if that day qualified as a good or bad one. Well, not BAD, because it couldn't be that bad if it involved Hitsugi, but it was really more trouble than it was worth sometimes, so it wasn't all good. But it wasn't bad. Maybe.

Shizuku has never backed down from a problem before, but this? This is something she isn't sure she will ever be able to face.

If there's anything Hitsugi never took well to, it was being ignored. Shizuku really ought to have known where THAT would lead.

Like the title says. 100 (or so) words of humor, friendship, suffering, pain, and those who inflict it upon the idiots who ask for it. Or those who are just really, really unlucky.

Fun isn't limited to the sword bearers, you know. The staff can tell you, once they crawl back out from under their desks, or get over the hangover after a night of drinking that was entirely necessary because no way in hell can any sane person deal with the over eager -vicious little brats- students that populate the school.

Short looks into the lives of the sword bearers, who sometimes know what they're doing, but mostly don't. It may not always be easy, but when did that ever stop them? Not nearly as often as it should have, to be honest. Embarrassment will have to do the rest.

More drabbles. Song based, but not a song fic. There are quite a few characters in here, but not all. My playlist was somewhat limited. Like 26 words, it's a short read.

Hitsugi's turn, because you really can't have one without the other.

A short prompt for every letter of the alphabet. A short view into Shizuku's world.