Tomorrow, then, Hal comes again. Satisfaction is not requital, and once is not enough.

David's mind does not withstand two years of solitude. (Written for this prompt.)

Luke, Leia, and Han go ice skating for the first time together!

ct-hardcase on tumblr said "I wish you would write a fic where... Luke, Han, and Leia are all learning how to ice skate for the first time"

I sort of flew fast and loose with the prompt you gave me.

Sol always knows the nicest things to say.

There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.

Close is worse than nothing.

Toby always forgot how good the quiet moments could be.

It was supposed to be a relatively straightforward diplomatic trip, but of course these things never were with demons.

Sansa expects imprisonment and death from the Mad Queen. She doesn't get it.