"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."

In Gaul, Antony makes a lucky escape; Caesar comes to his bedside to offer a commendation.

“We raised a child together,” Jiang Wanyin says, voice thick with pain. “You two were sworn brothers.” He swallows hard and oh. Oh, no. Lan Xichen is not ready for this conversation. He is never going to be ready for this conversation. “And because of what he did, there is nowhere outside this room that either of us can mourn him.”

Lan Xichen has been in seclusion for half a year, healing, he thinks, from the way his world was upended that night in a temple in Yunping…

Finney gets cat ears at the worst possible time. Something to do with cause and effect.

“Has no one done this for you?” Jin Guangyao asked, eyeing Xue Yang in the mirror.

"Don't," he says, thin and strangled — no, not strangled, really. Smothered. The word hardly left his throat at all, and if John hadn't been so close, just about on top of him in an enclosed space, he might never have heard.

(For the Tumblr prompt "things you said while you were driving".)

Aumerle doesn't seek absolution.

Richie finds himself in an undesirable situation. Or: bloodsucking Geckos in bondage.

Tom and Peter, partners in disguise.

Michael and David and Star, forever.