Buffy: A Girl with Kaleidoscope Eyes by Kyra Cullinan

A Girl with Kaleidoscope Eyes (Willow/Tara | PG13 | 1,511 words) is not about Tara. Rather, it's about (not) coping and deftly breaks Willow.

Excerpt:
Tara likes to sit very still and let the shadows drip through her fingers and she won't answer when Willow tries to talk to her. She looks instead at the wallpaper and the floor and the darkening sky through the window. Sometimes she looks sad, but sometimes she bites her lips to hide her smiles.

If Willow tries to touch her she vanishes silently, leaving behind no flash of light or rush of disturbed air, only a sudden coldness which pools darkly in Willow's stomach.

DC Universe: The Color Pink by Basingstoke

The Color Pink (Tim-Kon | PG | 1,181 words) has Kon encountering pink kryptonite. And oh, is it ever funny. There's embarrassing sex talks (sort of) with Clark and Bruce. And I adore Kon for being so blase about the whole thing.

Excerpt:
"Pink?" Clark said. "Well. Pink kryptonite."

"Is it new? Have you heard of it?" His jeans squeaked against Clark's as he rocked Krypto back and forth. It wasn't a very big hay bale.

"I've heard of it. It's, well, it's complicated." Clark cleared his throat. "Well there's. There's a switch. In your head. That pink kryptonite flips. And it's best to stay inside for a few days after you're exposed to it, maybe a few weeks just to be safe. Safety first!" Clark said, lifting a finger and turning to Kon. "That's the motto on a farm!"

DC Universe: Undercover by shrift

Undercover (Tim/Kon | NC17 | 3,062 words) is cross-dressing hooker fic with Tim and Kon. It's...crack-addled, but it's also a fun ride. Because it's easy to imagine Tim being that perfectionist about his cover.

Excerpt:
"You'll probably want to turn your shirt inside-out."

Kon's shirt is halfway off before it really registers. "Wait -- you want me to be your pimp?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Tim says.

Kon tugs off his shirt, turns it inside-out so the big red S isn't showing, and pulls it back on. "Yeah. If you wanted a pimp, you should've called Nightwing, because I've seen the pictures, man --"

"I need a john. For authenticity."

Good Omens: Living Arrangements by afrai

Living Arrangements (Crowley/Aziraphale | PG13 | 8,696 words) has Heaven punishing Aziraphale for stopping Armageddon by making him human. I'm tempted to say that this story is better rereading it because you can anticipate the ending, which is creepy and chilling and painful.

Excerpt:
"Aziraphale?" he said.

"You do realise that I am going to die, don't you," said Aziraphale. His eyes were distant; his voice unemotional, almost casual.

Crowley could find nothing to say.

"They gave me my old body, mostly unchanged," said Aziraphale slowly, thoughtfully. "If I'm lucky, I have thirty, maybe forty years left. If I'm not lucky -- and I'm probably not, God knows what sort of liver they've seen fit to leave me with -- less than that. I have less than five decades of life left. Then -- I'll die. I, Aziraphale, will die." He mulled over this.

"The end of Aziraphale," he tried. "No more Aziraphale."

There was more wonder than anything else in his voice. Crowley's throat hurt.

"Oh, come off it," he managed to get out. His voice was scratchy. He cleared his throat, and tried again. "You're just being melodramatic. You get a celestial afterlife after that, don't you?"

"Do I?" said Aziraphale.

There is also a nifty-keen commentary.