She had one year left in this forsaken town, then she can disappear to start her life a new. One night brings them all together and before she knows it, her life has already started. Pairings: OC/Craig/Tweek, Kenny/Butters, Stan/Kyle. M for dark themes and reality, but also for sex.

We'd kinda drift together, extra pieces from sets that tossed us aside, forming our own set outta convenience. At a pep rally, he'd sit down next to me and I'd smile, and we'd watch it together while Stan-and-Kyle bickered with Eric and the girls chattered and the goths smoked and everybody did what they did in their sets. Butters always wanted someone to make happy. Many pairings

"Hello. Welcome to Hell. Name, please." US/UK

Butters escapes a long-term abusive relationship with Cartman to return home to South Park. There, he finds his parents gone and himself becoming nanny to Kenny McCormick's children. Bunny ficlet. Dedicated to Mary.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry...cheerleaders are my weakness." PLEASE READ & REVIEW! Reviews are like candy...so sweet!

America finds England to be just a bit...boring. When he finds a pocket watch that takes him back in time, however, a glimpse of the man England once was may change that. Pirate!EnglandxAmerica, Rated M for future chapters.

Russia visits the empty houses of other nations when he's feeling particularly lonely. On one particular visit to one of America's homes the occupant unexpectedly shows up.

Kenny convinces Stan and Kyle to join him on a night out clubbing, only to discover that one Butters Stotch works as a dancer at his favorite club. They catch up, and might just find the start of something good. Bunny oneshot.

Craig is miserable and alone, and can't solve his problems without using his fists. Tweek reappears in South Park for the first time in over a year, leaving chaos everywhere he goes. But sometimes, chaos can change things for the better. Creek.

Tweek Tweak: Batshit insane. Craig Tucker: Dull as dull can be. Combining them is a little like combining sodium and water. Inevitable explosion. Creek.

"Don't lie to me." Russia bit the top-edge of America's ear, lips curled and tone husky. He let go of the tender skin and leaned up to breath against the curl of sensitive hair he'd discovered. "Don't lie to yourself, either." Rus/Ame fun, fighting kink.

Crashing Ike's party and making a hotbox out of Craig's car was just the catalyst. Creek.

Poor unexpected Alfred, turning 21 and getting his first enjoyable drink from a bartender that would rather look at his ass than his face was not a good surprise. UK/US. Smut.