Tris and Four take a detour.

"Step into my fucking office."

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.

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

The king is sick, and the prince is his cure.

Aumerle doesn't seek absolution.

When he is Lord of the Dreadfort he'll have ruby rings on his fingers.

For the prompt of Adrian being a big nerd, him being a small nerd about something that isn't Egypt or Alexander for once. When Adrian Veidt is twelve years old, he discovers Homer's Iliad.

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

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.