Piper closes her eyes and leans forward, then brings her eyes about the room for something to focus on. The singer on the stage is a great place to start. [Piper/Magnolia]

In which Therese is afflicted with a fatal disease, and the only cure is the one thing she can't have. A story in three parts.

This cycle of hers is basically the same thing, over and over again. Piper's managed to find a somewhat comfortable routine to settle into since Nora came into her life, but even then there's always a few… issues, for lack of a better term, that need to be worked out. [Nora, Piper, and the way the world changes around them.]

The issue was only furthered by the fact that Luka's hands were tied—in a quite literal sense—and shifting around did nothing in the way of getting her off. Desperation was a colour that didn't look good on Luka (although to Miku, it might have been a different story altogether). / [orgasm denial/shibari kinkfic featuring your favourite top miku]

Therese has an early Christmas gift for Carol, much to her surprise.

Therese might have whined to her about how she didn't need to worry about materialistic gifts, that simply spending time with Carol was all that she would ever want and need. But Carol was someone who gave into her own interests far too often, and right now, her current interest was indulging Therese.

They couldn't quite get a tree that was as big as it was that year, but the simple fact that they'd chose the tree for themselves, for their apartment, made it enough for Therese.

Therese and Carol go out to the Rockefeller Christmas Center for a quick spin around the ice.

It's now that Carol Aird thinks that she's finally free from the woes of love. It's then that Therese Semco, part-time musician and aspiring photographer, enters her life.

In the four years Therese has known Carol, Therese finds herself falling more and more in love every day.

"Tell Therese about your fishing trip with Rindy," Carol requested in a tone that bore no more interest than normal. She caught Therese sitting up straight, as though her name was being called so she could answer a question of which she didn't know the answer. Carol amusedly supposed that it was an appropriate analogy.

Amélie falls and learns that the world is not so black-and-white. Angela falls and learns that appearances give way to deception. [Blackwatch!Angela/Talon!Amélie.]

Jaehee Kang is, for all intents and purposes, a social enigma.

The huntress is sure she has nothing to offer for the lifting of her curse. The cheeky witch smiles and says otherwise.

Amélie Lacroix was presumed dead after her kidnapping by Talon. The only possible explanation for her being in Angela Ziegler's room right there and then was that Angela was either extremely high or delusional (and God forbid she's both).

Widowmaker loves to kill. Mercy gives her another reason to do it. [Grim Reaper!Angela, Mercy-centric.]

Thanks to a combination of terrible luck and her own stupidity, Megurine Luka finds herself stuck in the future with no way back home. And apparently the future doesn't take too kindly to strangers. At the very least, being under the protection of Hatsune Miku doesn't sound all that bad. [Dystopian time travel AU, featuring Negitoro]

Moon figures that perhaps she should show Lusamine some form of kindness. "Mohn... I know where he is."

A collection of Lusamine's thoughts.

No one, not even the branch chiefs are often invited into Lusamine's mansion. Yet, here I stand, nervously twiddling my thumbs together as I await my audience with her. [Lusamine/Wicke fic, Wickecentric. CW for suggestive themes and implication of the nasty.]

If this had been anyone else, you think that perhaps... You wouldn't have cared.

You should not be awake.

[(vriska)-centric] Your name is Vriska Serket. And that's all there really is to say on the matter.

I could kill to bring you back. [sort of AU. features a rlly sociopathic pearl and its old as heck.]

Your name is Aranea Serket. You are five sweeps old. You have a mysterious friend named Meenah Peixes, who just so happens to be the heiress to the throne. You enjoy reading, particularly at night. Although now, you think you'd rather spend those nights looking at the moon, it's light, and Meenah Peixes' reflection. [prescratch/kinda badly written/i hate fish puns]

It doesn't matter how many she must go through. The pain she will go through. How many white-haired brats she'll have to look after, how many long-haired princes she must control herself around, how many perverted guards she runs into. This is for the greater good. Rose's. [Pearlcentric, centers on Pearl/Rose. Kingdoms!AU. T for sexual themes and light cursing.]

Not everyone can have a happy ending, she supposed. It didn't matter, because she would still be the shoulder to cry on, and the ear who would listen. [Possibly One-sided Negitoro threeshot.]