There's rules that go with being Adam's errand boy -- sort of workplace regulations. Be there whenever he needs you, don't mess with his stuff, don't ask annoying questions.

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

"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."

"Step into my fucking office."

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

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

Tom and Peter, partners in disguise.

On the road, after the walls come down. Tris looks for answers; Peter looks for an ending.

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.)

Billy and Eddie do business in the fall of 1984.