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

When Ed Lee realizes he's in love, and when Ed Lee realizes he's fucked.

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.

There are other ways to engineer a crisis in Gilead.

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.)

I see the blood wash'd entirely away from the axe,
Both blade and helve are clean ...

Boyd flees to the mountains. Ives pursues him.

Tris and Four take a detour.

Back in England, Jopson and Crozier invent new formalities for themselves.

Notes in a study of daemonology.

There in that white-gilt bedroom like a tomb, where I believe none of Gatsby's guests had ever before set foot except by mistake — none until Daisy, and I was only her adjunct and proxy, an accessory to her presence there in the house. He had forgotten about me then. He had forgotten about me now. I was his only witness.