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OKAY. OKAY. LAST POST TODAY, I PROMISE -- or should I say first post today, since it's after midnight here? GAH, I AM RAMBLING ALREADY. THIS WILL WORK JUST FINE, THEN.

I find myself in the strange position of having three--no, four--huge stories in the works. When I say huge, I'm thinking at least upwards of 10K, probably nudging closer to 20K and over. And I'm stumped. Just thinking about ALLLL THE WORDS I'm going to write for them makes me leery of sitting my arse down and getting to it; moreover, I can't seem to decide which one to focus on right now.

So. After much pondering, and deft enabling by delicatale, to get my writing juices flowing I propose the following: PROMPT ME. I will write drabbles for as many prompts as I get ideas for, and that's a promise. I can't guarantee that every prompt will get filled, BUT I will do my absolute best for as long as I need this exercise. Now, it's half past midnight here right now, so this will happen tomorrow most likely, but. GO ON, YOU GUYS. I WANT TO WAKE UP TO A VERITABLE DELUGE OF PROMPTS! :D

Fandoms: Inception (Arthur/Eames), Sherlock (Sherlock/John, Mycroft/Lestrade (oh god)), H50 (Steve/Danny), XMFC (Charles/Erik), HP (Harry/Draco -- this one is for you, altri_uccelli, if you fancy it! :))

I did this last year for Christmas, when anyone who wanted a Christmas drabble from me got one. I will very likely do that again this year, so think of this as a wee taster! :D

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Danny's Delivery Service, 1/2

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Danny loves his shop when it's like this, soft and quiet, pots and flasks and beakers all linked together and bubbling merrily away in the background. The scent is fresh, a tiny bit sweet, like flowers indulging in a love affair with mangos and pineapples, which, considering Danny's line of work, isn't even a stretch of the imagination. The shop is serene at this time of day, twilight dusting the air with purple highlights, and Danny can feel its contentment in his bones, in the way his shoulders slump and his back loosens, happy and pliant, the way his thoughts slow and his heart pumps lazily, easy and humming with the joy of it -- the knowledge that he's good at what he does, that he spreads happiness through the world on wings of African Violet and cinammon.

He doesn't even mind that the curse that plagues all magic prectitioners is just as true for him as any one of his brothers and sisters -- that he can't weave a spell for himself, not ever, and especially when it comes to the love potions he specialises in. No, no matter how potent he makes the tincture, it never works for him -- Rachel is living proof, back when he was young and stupid and thought he was the exception to the rule. Years of heartbreak, his and Rachel's both, have taught him better, nudged him gently towards the realisation that he, just like everyone, needs to work for it, can't rely on magic to provide happiness. The simple truth is that, unless there's already attraction between two people, unless the seeds of love have already been sown, not even the strongest love potion will work.

Not that people believed him, he sighs despondently. Everyone expects miracles when they come running to a witch.

The shop bell jingles and Danny turns, a welcoming smile over his face. O-kay, he thinks to himself, taking in the troop of people barging inside. The man at the front is... well. He's... tall, and built, yet lanky and loose -- or that's what he'd normally be, Danny assumes, because right now he's glaring at Danny like it's going out of fashion. There's another guy with him, and two ladies standing close enough together that any witch worth his or her salt would know there's something simmering between them, just waiting to ignite.

"Hello, welcome to Williams' Emporium. How may I help you?" Danny says mildly, keeping his hands where everyone can see them. He knows the type, and not just because of the badges clipped to everyone's belts.

"I think you can," Tall-and-grumpy says, folding his arms in front of his chest. It's... interesting.

Danny drags his wayward thoughts out of the gutter. "What is this about, officer--"

"Commander Steve McGarrett. This is my team: Lt Chin Ho Kelly, Kono Kalakaua and Jenna Kaye. We're here to talk to you about the nature of your business."

Oh boy, Danny thinks to himself. Here we go again.