Superpowers AU, in which Ryan Ross can't help reading people's minds, Jon Walker absorbs energy (and usually controls it perfectly), Spencer Smith shoots ice from his hands and saves melting refreshments, and Brendon Urie sometimes bursts into flames.

They’re in the cabin having lunch when Ryan stands up one day and announces vaguely, “I feel a little…” Sequel to Oistros

Brendon Urie would call himself an ordinary guy. Spencer Smith would call him stupidly hot, if he weren't about to destroy Brendon's career. A rich, successful journalist and food critic, Spencer aims to write a scathing review of Brendon's little muffin and cupcake shop. He never mixes business with pleasure. But the secrets Brendon's keeping intrigue Spencer, and his naivety has caught Spencer off guard. He's entranced with the little muffin cupcake shop and his neighbour Jon's coffee shop. What's happened to him? He's being ridiculous! The Christmas-coated town has gone to his head. Spencer's best friend, literary critic Ryan Ross, thinks that the small-town boy has unlocked the city slicker's heart. ...Yeah, this is kind of but not quite that story.

In a world where werewolves, vampires, and humans live together in shaky and relative peace, Spencer finds a boy on the side of the road, naked, bruised and sporting vampire bites. Stopping to save him might just be the dumbest thing Spencer's ever done . . . or the best.

“I think Ryan’s dead,” Brendon said, nodding solemnly. “I’m waiting for Frank to stop by, because I don’t want to be the one who finds his body.”

Brendon has a...condition. With feathers. And Spencer is too nosy for his own good, and also stealthy like a ninja. Except not. And Hans Christien Andersen is a prick who didn't get the details right. Or maybe no one told him. And Jon and Ryan are stoner boyfrands in luuurrrve.

Brendon is a governess with a disgraced past (dallying with a stable boy!), who comes to teach the young cousins of Sir Spencer Smith. Sir Spencer is amused by this bouncy young man, whose enthusiasm is both strange and strangely appealing, but who manages to hide questions about his past with unexpected smoothness. Consequently, Sir Spencer finds himself paying far to much attention to Mr Boyd’s secretive manner as well as to the way he fills his regrettably old and worn clothes (his breeches being far too tight and not quite fitting right). Furthermore, Sir Spencer's oldest friend, the dissolute Lord Ross, is trying to woo, unsuccessfully, his estate manager Mr Walker. despite the tumultuous passion between them, Mr Walker refuses to give in to Lord Ross's advances as long as Lord Ross refuses to admit that it is more than a tumble in the hey that he wants from Mr Walker. Fortunately, Walker is a patient man and willing to wait while Ross goes through his tantrums.

Patrick is a widower and young father. Pete is an advertising exec with a failing relationship. When Patrick's daughter makes a call to a radio shrink, lives intersect and shenanigans ensue.

Adam, he like people, period. Human, vampire, whoever wants to feel good and make HIM feel good. If a little bloodsucking gets somebody off, hey, Adam is all too happy to oblige.

Apartment building AU! So, um, if you're familiar with my epic DT? This was kind of written like that, only at a much, much smaller scale. If you're unfamiliar, it just means that it's a whole bunch of scenes strung together by a whole bunch of characters. I pretty much throw you into the deep end and you have to swim out. Everyone is weird.