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

Susan's on the loose, and Falco walks right back into an old cage.

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

Morf experiences Dease's work at closer range than intended.

Some new coworkers are newer than others.

Tris and Four take a detour.

“Dong jie fights well as always,” Mu Nihuang said, smiling. “It’s been a while since we’ve sparred; perhaps you can give me a match, as well?”

Xia Dong had had her own year of mourning. She had tried to comfort herself with the knowledge that Nie Feng had died a hero, had given his life to prevent a rebellion, and had succeeded. All things being equal, though, she’d rather her husband were alive.

Xia Dong realized the silence had dragged on too long. The smile on Mu Nihuang’s fac…

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.)

But thou dost in thy passages of life
Make me believe that thou art only marked
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven
To punish my mistreadings.

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