Pete and Trudy Campbell spend a morning of penitence. Spoilers for "The Souvenir."

Gwen takes up a secretary position at Uther-Cooper in 1960s Manhattan. See Gwen go. See Gwen burn. A/N: Written in honor of Mad Men Season 3 premiere, but you don't have to know the show. Gwen/Morgana, Gwen/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot, mention of Uther/Morgana

Matt has excellent timing. A series of MxM sins.

The prodigal brother returns. Futurefic, Kaibacest.

Matt started smoking because of television. Matt/Mello. Spoilers for ep. 35, *huge* spoilers for a certain jazzy, futuristic anime from Bandai.

Neji hurts, and Hinata heals, like always. Future!fic, spoilers for Chapter 385 and beyond.

Kagami likes to touch, and she looks so soft.

Tenten isn't like the other Konoha kunoichi. Fluffy yuri-ness.

House Hyuuga says it's not serious. Shino x Hinata, deconstructed.

Little Sasuke wants. Little Itachi wants more.

Drunk Ban, drunker Kazuki. And it's all Ginji's fault.

Nestling the gun barrel in her shiny shiny hair, Vicious tells Julia a bedtime story.

An exercise in exquisite futility: Fifty fragments of Spike and Julia. Written for 1sentence on LiveJournal.

For a woman with two lovers, ORen has always considered herself fairly asexual.

The older Mokuba is, the more dangerous he gets. WAFFy snapshot of Kaibas snarking at each other on a cold day. Warning: incest.

Let's give Vernita some love. Even if she doesn't need it. Umsympathetic view to a tragedy.

A little introspection, a little backstory, a little loss. Three moments in the life of one female spy, or was it two? Femmeslash.

Take a sad song and make it better: Mokuba improvises. Vivid fluff. SM slashcest, be warned.

Drawing lines, in more ways than one. Kaiba and a failed intellectual exercise. Warning for slashcest.

A brief, possibly incoherent vignette of the complex relationship between one certain albino and his blonde paramour. Contrary to popular thought, love does not conquer all, especially heedless ambition.

A sleeping character. A midnight visitor. Semi-vouyerism. Angst. Spoilers. The title of a Guns 'N Roses song. All culminating in this weird fic. Cheers.

[v. 2.0, b/c the original summary sucked] Ever wondered what a post-series Meryl/Vash fic , complete with spoilers and anatomical impossibilities, would be like, as written by a devoted Trigun yaoi follower? This is your chance to find out (and wince at

What do you get when you mix writer's block, an ancient plot device, two maligned characters, and an economy-sized tub of Vaseline? And no, it's not a trick question.

Legato introspection and angst. Wait, that's synonymous, isn't it? Never mind. Major spoilerama for Legato.

Another one of those 100-word affairs, from the perspective of a (IMO) neglected character. Warning: it's- speak the word softly- yaoi, but nothing graphic. Probably OOC, too. *wince*

Short, weird, and exactly 100 words long not counting title. Please be gentle. I'm a virgin to semiseriousness.

Yes, we all know that Christmas was quite a while ago, but Nicholas/Vash shounen-ai never goes out of season. Pure fluff.

Just as the title reads. A morning in the life of the First Child, who muses upon romance, dreams, and the meaning of it all.