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I'm begging for attention tonight, can you tell? *g*

So, I finally posted my slashfest fic. Read and lemme know what you think?

Chocolate Draco
Draco's turned chocolate! Can The Boy Who Lived counteract this spell?

Also, overdue prompts: (some of these have been written but were in my notebook & I'm known for being lazy when it comes to typing shit up after I write it out longhand)

swedish15 gave me the following prompt: Two people. An elevator. Which locks up. And out of the boredom, they decide to discuss something. What? Your choice. May be politics. May be sexual tension. May be the fact that elevators are a pretty safe spot.

The first thing I thought of when I read the prompt was "Hmm, Dresden must be around," because modern technology doesn't mix well with wizards like Dresden.

My second thought was about the scene at the beginning of Jackie Collins' Chances, with the NY blackout and Lucky ends up in the elevator with her half-brother (who she doesn't know is her half-brother at the time, of course). I really, really love the Lucky Santangelo stories. I'm kinda sad now, though, because all my Jackie Collins novels are buried somewhere in storage and I can't go read them. Boo.

Then I thought it'd be awesome to have a series of crossover drabbles -- The Elevator Chronicles -- or possibly a crossover where several characters are stuck in the same elevator. But I'm unfortunately not quite that ambitious. Obviously, since it takes me a month to write one drabble. So...

Reid let Garcia lead him towards the elevator. He knew she was right, that it was late and he really shouldn't still be here, but it was so empty at home, in a way that it hadn't been before he had met Tobias Hankel, and he didn't really have anywhere else to go. He knew that if he had mentioned it to anyone else on the team, especially JJ or Morgan, they would have been making plans before he finished speaking. Garcia was the one who had noticed, though, without Reid ever having to say anything.

Garcia, with her too colorful outfits and her too cheerful voice that seemed so out of place among their day to day lives. Reid sometimes wondered how she managed to keep it all together, wondered if she realized how much the rest of the team depended on that from her.

Reid was lost in thought, idly watching the lights flicker from number to number as they slid closer to the ground floor, and was startled by a sudden jerking stop just before the elevator went black.

"I... don't think it's supposed to do that," Reid said, trying to force a bit of humor into his tone. He hated the dark.

"Understatement. Hang on, lemme call..."

Reid listened as Garcia dialed and explained to whoever answered what their predicament was. He wasn't sure who she had called since could only hear one side of the conversation, until she said, "Yes, it's all part of my grand scheme to seduce the great Spencer Reid. You've been replaced as my main object of lust."

Morgan, then.

"Okay, that's fine, just get us out of here. Don't forget, the great Spencer Reid isn't too fond of the dark."

Which was very true right now, because the darkness meant that Garcia couldn't see the glare Reid was aiming in her direction. Or, at least, what he thought her direction was.

Silence stretched out between them for a few long minutes after the phone call ended. Garcia broke it with, "I wonder how long it'll be before we run out of air..."

"Actually, the statistical probability of running out of air in an elevator..."

"Reid," Garcia cut him off. "I bet you were one of those kids who ruined ghost stories by overanalyzing them, weren't you? Don't you ever just let yourself be scared? It's kinda fun."

"I think the real world is scary enough. Look at all the things we see every day."

Reid heard the shuffling of cloth and then felt Garcia's hand slide over his. "The real world is scary, especially what we deal with. But we're the good guys, making the world less scary."

"Saving the world one superhero at a time," Reid quipped.

"Yep, exactly."

The elevator suddenly filled with light and lurched to life. Before either could react, the doors slid open. Morgan was standing behind the maintainence worker, grinning at the two of them.

"Garcia, you weren't taking advantage of my boy, were you?"

nymphadora17 gave me a prompt that was Dean, Sam, and fairgrounds, or something similar, and I had kinda played around with it in my head, but I figured out what I actually wanted to say earlier this week after something I texted to anasuede. 200 words.

Dean could still feel the excitement of the crowd and the noise and the lights. He glanced over at Sam, sprawled on the opposite side of the bed, mouth still stained with the mix of colors in the sno-cone he had earlier. He was taking up too much room and it was just another reminder that Sam was growing up. Dean thought he was doing it too fast, so tonight had been a welcome distraction from what they were used to. The fair had been a chance to just be young and have a good time. No one cared that they weren't local. No one wanted to know why they were there. Apparently people came from several of the surrounding counties -- and some even from across state lines -- to this little nowhere town just for this fair. The anonymity of it all was freeing. Dean had had a good time, of course, but the best part of the night had been watching Sammy, smiling and laughing happy and carefree. He looked like the kid he could have been if circumstances were different. Dean closed his eyes with that image of in his mind, content that Sam was happy.

ltlredhairdgirl gave me three prompts. The first one was late night J2 convos @ wafflehouse. Which I didn't/couldn't write, but I have something in mind now. So maybe.

The second was chocolate pudding wrestling. I think she wanted that to be J2 as well, but she didn't specify, and I was feeling bad at the time for neglecting my HP characters, so I wrote puppies instead. 250 words, and I don't think it's Britishly correct b/c of the difference in the whole "pudding" concept, but oh well.

Remus wasn't even sure why they were fighting, but he and Sirius were going at it like... well, like a dog and a wolf, he guessed, even though they were their everyday human selves. Weeks of tension and bitten-back words and underlying anger had finally spilled over, and when Sirius had made a snide, offhand remark about Remus' inability to master a certain charm they were working on, Remus jumped him.

Now they were rolling around on the ground, wrestling for dominance even though the whole situation had spun so far out of control that fighting wasn't going to solve anything.

Sirius got the upper hand and Remus was momentarily distracted by the feel of something cold and squishy beneath his back. Sirius froze above him, and Remus assumed it was because felt it to. They had been on dry, solid ground, nowhere near the lake.

As they sank deeper into the mess, Remus realized that even though it looked and felt like mud, it smelled like chocolate. Pudding. Chocolate pudding. He glanced to the side and saw James standing there watching expectantly.

"You two done?"

Lily was standing beside him, looking decidedly unamused. "Pudding? That was your great plan?"

"They stopped, didn't they? It's better than mud. Besides, who can stay mad when there's pudding involved?"

Sirius and Remus looked at each other, a silent conversation, and then sat up.

Lily laughed and ducked out of the way as two handfuls of pudding hit James smack in the face.


The third was why Dean secretly loves glitter and I texted something rather schmoopy back to her, which probably wasn't her aim (I'm so awesome at taking her prompts and making them into something else entirely *feels guilty*), so I wanna know. What do y'all think is the reason Dean secretly loves glitter?