Johnny goes to Mexico, and there's one more Ex-President.

October 14: En route to Varna, Seward must tell a fellow suitor what transpired one night at Hillingham.

They were old stones, the stones that buried Leporino, the boundary markers of a rustic edifice or a low wall. They might have tumbled down the ravine under the weight of last winter’s snow, or at an unlucky push.

(Written for cygnes and the prompt: the secret history au where it's a jacobean revenge tragedy.)

Peter loses, and Ego patches him up afterward. Okay, this is only going to suck a lot.

"Whatever you want," Nathan finds himself saying when his shirt comes off over his head and his glasses hit the nightstand — like he's talking to himself, which he might as well be. "Don't think about it like should, or shouldn't. Don't think. Don't fucking try and figure it out. Come on. You can keep your shirt on."

Ask meme drabble written for this challenge. Prompt: Kate Bush, a deal with God.

The prince has an admirer, and Horatio has a problem.

The first time, though of course he doesn't know it's the first time, everything went exactly according to plan. Crowley got the baby, right on time. He took it to the nunnery, and didn't stop to talk to the man waiting outside. He observed the whole thing, and made sure no funny business happened. At the end of the night, the Antichrist went home with the Dowlings.

It takes 600 more tries to get it going exactly according to the right plan.

Ian likes to be helpful. Adam needs a whole lot of help.

Fowler and Bennett lock horns, again.