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THUNDERSTORM! YAY!

Here are the rest of the drabbles/ficlets from the alphabet meme. Now I just have to finish working on the ones for [livejournal.com profile] reallythateasy.



I is for ineffable, SPN GEN for [livejournal.com profile] ccmom. 200 words.

Sam sat down at the small table in the corner of the dingy efficiency. He had a cracked mug of black coffee – it had been a while since their last grocery run – and a slightly stale pop tart, the breakfast of champions. Or the breakfast of teenage hunters, apparently. Whatever. The early morning was quiet; Dad was away on a hunt and Dean was still sleeping off the night before, snoring just a little. Sam picked up the book of Crossword Puzzles: SAT Edition and flipped to the page he had been working on the night before.

Across 17: Incapable of being expressed in words

Sam knew that one, but when he went to fill in the boxes with I-N-E-F-F-A-B-L-E, he noticed the squares were already filled. P-R-I-N-C-E-S-S-S. Sam rolled his eyes and looked at the other spaces that had been written in. “College bound Sam is a pretty pretty princesss.”

It was a familiar taunt, but it had an edge to it that Sam was still getting used to. He was going to college no matter what, but the situation had put a strange tension between them.

He threw the book at Dean’s head. “You misspelled ‘princess,’ you asshole.”

P is for Paperwork, Brian/Frank (bandom/MCR) for [livejournal.com profile] rilee16. 330 words.

Brian didn’t look up when Frank started drumming his fingers on the table. Frank had invited himself over, knowing that Brian had work to do. He couldn’t be expecting Brian to drop everything and entertain him. When Frank progressed to tapping his feet along with the beat in his head, Brian shot him a warning look.

“Fine,” Frank said with a huff, pushing himself off the couch and stomping out of the room.

Brian shook his head and went back to the papers he had spread across the coffee table. Frank wasn’t really pouting, not yet, and maybe he’d get distracted and leave Brian alone to finish. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to be working in the living room when he had a perfectly serviceable study down the hall, but it was his house.

Brian yelped when a drop of icy cold water trickled down the back of his neck. He looked up to find Frank standing behind him, smirking and holding out a can of soda.

“You looked thirsty.”

“Thanks.” Brian took the can and popped it open, watching warily as Frank came around the couch and stood between Brian and the table.

“You also looked hungry,” Frank said, pulling the papers out of Brian’s hand and twisting around to drop them on the table, “so I called and ordered us dinner.”

“Seriously, Iero, I have to work. We can’t all be rockstars.”

“I’ll be your sugardaddy,” Frank teased, climbing into Brian’s lap.

Brian slid one of his hands up Frank’s side to hold him there and sighed. “You mean you’ll be a pain in my ass.”

“That too,” Frank agreed, sounding far too cheerful about that prospect. “And I’ll totally leave you alone after food and sex.”

Brian told himself he was only going along with Frank’s scheming to get some peace, because Frank really would fall asleep after sex. Besides, he deserved a break anyway. “How long do we have before the food gets here?”

Q is for Quiet, Brendon/Jon (bandom/patd) for [livejournal.com profile] playfullips. 400 words.

The first thing Zack notices when he climbs onto the bus is that it’s far too quiet. If he’s learned anything since he first met Panic at the Disco, it’s that quiet is rarely a good thing. It usually means that either there is serious plotting going on or that someone is getting the silent treatment. Neither of those scenarios ever ends well.

“Brendon? Spence?”

Zach started through the bus and nearly tripped over Jon and Brendon laying in the middle of the floor in the lounge. Jon looked up, setting his book aside and smiling, holding a finger to his lips and gesturing to the sleeping Brendon that was curled up against him.

“Ryan and Spencer are on the other bus,” Jon whispered, shifting over as much as he could without waking Brendon. “Spencer said he’s tired of us trying to get around the no-sex-on-the-bus rule.”

Spencer wasn’t the only one tired of that. He only had to worry about walking in on Brendon blowing Jon in the bathroom because they forgot to lock the door behind them. Zack, on the other hand, was the one who was left trying to explain to someone’s grandma why there were two naked rockstars in her cleaning-supply closet. Now Brendon was practically handed the chance to have all the sex out he wanted for a few hours – Zack was going to ignore the fact that he hadn’t been warned of this plan – and he was sleeping. With all his clothes on, which led Zack to believe there hadn’t been any sex at all. “You two get alone time on the bus and Brendon decides to take a nap?”

Jon shrugged, running his fingers through Brendon’s hair and smiling when Brendon snuggled closer at the touch. “He was tired.”

Yeah, maybe. But Zack thought it was just as likely that Brendon was a bit of an exhibitionist. His boys, really. “Can you two just please remember to lock the doors when you sneak off somewhere? Make my job a little easier and quit traumatizing everyone else on this tour?”

“We’ll try,” Jon promised, and he probably meant it but that didn’t mean he’d actually remember. Zack supposed he couldn’t ask for more than the effort though.

“You wanna wake up sleeping beauty, maybe move to the bunks? We’re rolling out soon.”

“Nah, I think we’re good. Spence and Ryan can cuddle with us.”

S is for seduction, Reid/Morgan or Reid/Hotch or Reid/Rossi (CM) for [livejournal.com profile] poetrychik. 100 words.

Spencer Reid knew he was different. He had always been different, so it wasn’t like it bothered him anymore. But sometimes he forgot that he didn’t think like everyone else. He was likely to believe flirting was general friendliness, but a lecture on the use of handwriting recognition software in profiling? That was totally a form of seduction. He didn’t think anyone knew that about him, until he realized that Rossi was making eye contact with him more than anyone else in the room. He kept coming back to Spencer with a knowing smile. He was so in for it.
V is for Vacation, Harry/Draco (HP) for [livejournal.com profile] playfullips. 100 words.

“Potter, the point of a vacation is to not work.” Draco resisted the urge to accidentally knock over the inkwell on the table and headed for the coffeemaker. It was the only Muggle appliance he had any skill with, which was all the more reason to be upset with Harry. The reason they were in this Muggle cottage was to give him a break. Yet here he was, signing a stack of parchment that had no doubt been delivered by Owl Post that morning. The next time they went away, they were going somewhere Unplottable where Owl Post wasn’t allowed.

W is for Wardrobe Peter/Draco (Narnia/HP crossover) for [livejournal.com profile] chaeldub. 500 words.

Draco actually thought the wardrobe was the ugliest thing he’d ever seen, but his mother was so excited at having it in their home – it was some heirloom that had been missing for nearly a decade and had finally been recovered from some Muggle manor – that he didn’t dare tell her. He refused to use it, though, even going so far as to push his school trunk in front of it so the doors wouldn’t open.

One night, when he was pacing the floors and trying to pretend that he wasn’t frightened by the fact that the Dark Lord was effectively living in their house, he felt a cool breeze coming through the cracks of the wardrobe. Curious, he pushed his trunk out of the way and opened the doors. He was shocked by what he found there. Instead of a few feet of darkness, the doors opened into what looked like an entire world. Where there should have been a solid wall as the back of the wardrobe, there were trees and snow.

Draco probably should have learned his lesson after the incidents with the Vanishing Cabinet, but for some reason he still climbed into the wardrobe. He propped the wardrobe door open with a balled up robe first; he didn’t want to get trapped in this strange place.

The world was silent, blanketed in snow, and empty. There was a peace surrounding everything, a lightness in the air that was so very different from the atmosphere of the Wizarding world. Draco hadn’t realized that War affected everything, even the way the wind felt against his cheeks.

“Who are you?”

Draco spun around, hand on his wand, and came face-to-nose with a large horse. Draco took a step back, scowling, and looked at the horse’s rider. A boy, about his age, watching him expectantly, one hand resting on the sword by his side. Draco wasn’t fooled by the nonchalance. It was obvious that this boy knew he had the advantage.

Draco straightened up to his fullest height. “I’m Draco Malfoy,” he said, trying to convey his high social standing in his introduction. He gestured behind him. “I came through the wardrobe there.”

The boy’s stance relaxed as he released his sword and slid down off the horse. “Brilliant! It’s been ages since we’ve had visitors.” He held out a hand. “I’m Peter, Peter Pevensie. High King of Narnia.”

“Narnia?” Draco asked, shaking Peter’s hand.

“This land,” Peter answered, waving his hand to encompass the forest around them, “is called Narnia. You must come back to Cair Paravel with me. My sisters will be delighted to have company for dinner, especially someone as handsome as yourself.”

Before Draco could process what was happening, he was behind Peter on the horse’s back, traveling through the forest. He told himself this was probably a dream, his mind’s way of escaping the nightmare at home, but he would go along with it. There were worse things than having dinner with a hot boy.

Z is for Zebra, JC/Justin (popslash) for [livejournal.com profile] phaballa. 100 words.

“We are not having zebras on stage!”

“Why not?” JC thought this was a reasonable suggestion for the N*SYNC reunion tour. “We want to show our fans that even though things have changed, we’re still the same. A zebra can’t change its stripes.”

“It’s ‘a leopard can’t change its spots,’” Justin replied, “and no, we’re not having leopards either. Besides, things have changed. We have changed.”

“Oh, really? I bet they haven’t changed all that much.” Before Justin could move away, JC grabbed him and kissed him. It had always been the best way to win an argument with Justin.

<333

Date: 2009-05-07 03:47 am (UTC)
ext_7717: Lilian heart (Edmund armor *looks down*)
From: [identity profile] lilian-cho.livejournal.com
Oh, Draco X-D <3

Love this part:

He gestured behind him. “I came through the wardrobe there.”

The boy’s stance relaxed as he released his sword and slid down off the horse. “Brilliant! It’s been ages since we’ve had visitors.” He held out a hand.


It's just so fake-nonchalant-ly Draco, and Peter immediately welcoming a kindred spirit = <3


Speaking of HP/Narnia, I still owe you that drabble about Edmund wandering off into the magical world and meeting Draco. *looks shifty*

Why is it that sometimes I can SO CLEARLY see the plot, and yet not write anything down?

Re: <333

Date: 2009-05-08 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] why-me-why-not.livejournal.com
♥Draco♥

There need to be more HP/Narnia crossovers. But believe me, I have that problem frequently, where I can see what I want to write but nothing actually gets written.

<3333

Date: 2009-05-07 12:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gelsey.livejournal.com
I love the HP/Narnia one!!

Date: 2009-05-08 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] why-me-why-not.livejournal.com
HP & Narnia work so well for crossovers!

Date: 2009-05-11 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chaeldub.livejournal.com
I ♥ u eleventy!!!1111million+1

I loved it. I loved that the wardrobe is a Black/Malfoy heirloom. I love the time in which you set it because in relation tothe nArnia books that is exactly the sort of time that someone would need the wardrobe. I adore Draco - still all outward brashness nut you can see the boy beneath.

Also - Peter on horseback and all "Dude, come back to my place and i'll show you a good time"

Brilliant

Date: 2009-05-22 06:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] why-me-why-not.livejournal.com
OMG, how did I miss replying to this? I'M SORRY!!

I really really want more of that crossover now, too, dammit. Draco sneaking away to Narnia to escape the craziness at home, spending his afternoons with the Pevensies. And since time passes differently, he can be gone for days at a time in Narnia but still not miss anything at home. Somehow he always manages to make it back to Malfoy Manor before anyone misses him.

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