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All the drabbles I posted on the PSoH's LJ community, in roughly chronological order.

And it starts with breaking...

They all listen to different things.

D specialises in fairytales. Make believe.

Tea, Mister Detective?

Old habits die hard.

Deer Santa...

She should have known something was up.

Jill's revenge.

Chris used to love Christmas because of the snow. In LA there was no snow though... At least, not until the animals started on D's christmas present...

Chris doesn't like it when they argue.

Sometimes, he thinks the kids are right.

Somewhere along the line, he should have changed.

She's like a noble woman abandoned by her lover.

D so rarely dreams.

D was in the sort of mood that stropped paint off walls and sent the pets scurrying for cover.

Love isn't worth dying for.

He wasn't jealous. At all.

Nothing could have prepared D for this travesty of justice. Of course, to Leon it was funny as hell.

D had lost his temper. Again.

Normality is as Normality Does. Of course, when normality include D and Leon...

Is he late again? Your little pet human?

You, my good sir, give animals a bad name. Now put your eyes back in.

Seducing Vesca could have been an amusing project if he wouldn't try to reciprocate...

D always looked so delicate. Almost fragile.

Leon closes his eyes.

And when judgement comes, and your sins are counted, will your only defense be 'it seemed a good idea at the time?'

It's not supposed to be like this. I'm supposed to be me, and you're supposed to get your ass kicked.

No means no. Yes means yes. Silence means whatever she feels like and can change without warning. Gossip just means you owe her your soul because whatever you did was BAD.

Chris had seen some pretty strange things in the petshop; the strangest had to be the Count in his finery, drinking a bottle of red wine on his own.

Leon had never bought Chris a birthday present. He spent the money on a present for someone else.

How human was it, that 'purity' made him feel dirty, and the only by destroying it did he feel clean?

Mister Perfect, you think you're pure?

He tastes like sugar and blood. I know that, and you never will. [Response to Fanfic100's challenge, "taste."]

Good boys don't hit girls. Wait - you mean D's NOT a girl?!

D left, and the world went on mute.

In the beginning, there was a voice that chanted biology theorems in an attempt to keep it's sanity at the expense of the child it spoke to.

It's not like Christmas, you won't be loved more for hiding in your room.

"If I survived then so did he" is not good logic.

Over the years, D has given Leon...

Sometimes, things are exactly what they seem.

Diamonds are forever, but those who annoy Leon Orcot aren't.

T-chan couldn't really answer Chris' question, because 'weird' for him was completely off the scale for Chris.

The Count wasn't the only one Chris gave pictures to.

Leon's collected scars over the years.

He hadn't expected to find D immediately.

Leon got caught in his first love triangle when he was twelve.

They didn't have enemies. Worshippers, servants and victims, but no enemies.

You swore your loyalty to the Count, not his family. [Implied Dcest.]

The drabble from the inside of my christmas cards, based off what Akino says at the end of Volume 4 about Sofu's opinion on teddy bears.

There was a difference between a human monster and the monster whose only response to a contract going bad was a smile. [Response to the PSoH Drabble challenge "will-o'-the-wisp."]

He really would've done it.

"Leon, why are you doing this?" [Written for PSoHDrabble's challenge "Justice," as well as for Glitterbats' request of "More Jill fic." Vague spoilers for the end of the series.]

You can know the rule book and the procedure back to front and it won't matter. [Written for PSoHDrabble's "Theory and Practice" prompt, spoilers for the chapter with the butterfly.]