It's two years before Ginsberg goes back to Manhattan. Somehow he didn't picture it happening like this.

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

"It's not a competition, guys," Zizhen says. "Surely we can think of better things to do while we wait for peak meteor visibility hours."

Jerry wins, which means Charley loses.

Tybalt and Mercutio collide, for once more or less harmlessly, while Romeo's busy losing it in the men's room.

Fitzjames does what he does best.

The prince must put away childish things. Ned knows he's one of them.

Or, "what Ben Organa did on his summer vacation." Written for this prompt on the Force Awakens kink meme: "Poe and Kylo are exes."

Susan and the man in black make a palaver.

Ding Rong, in his narrowed dagger-keen focus on his task, is unsure of the time when he is first made aware of Wang Zhi’s approach. He knows only by the dark of his workroom, dim-lit by his low-burned candle, that it is well into the evening. He knows only that it is no other visitor but Wang Zhi, circling into his periphery, portended by a flutter of draping fabric, because no other but Wang Zhi would dare to come unannounced.