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Round Five by five, baby!

Round Five: Open!
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Read this first. Do it. There will be a test.

The Rules. Including the Posting Guidelines. aka:

In the first line of your fill*, you must include:

1) Character(s)/Pairing(s)/Threesome(s)/Moresome(s) as applicable.
2) Any kinks included. Please take this to include scenarios, themes, etc. Use your imagination.
3) MANDATORY WARNINGS/CONTENT NOTES if there is dubcon or noncon, underage characters in sexual situations, major character death, suicide, self-harm, and/or graphic descriptions or extensive discussions of abuse.
Please consider trigger warnings for any other widespread triggers in your fill, such as natural disasters, or specifying instances of harm, such as eating disorders.
Please don't conflate warnings and kinks; treat each individually, and use your pairings to indicate gen/het/slash/multi/&c. Do not warn for het, slash, or otherwise.

EXAMPLE:
Characters & Pairings: Mentions of Harry Dresden/John Marcone, but entirely nonsexual gen in this fic. Harry Dresden, John Marcone, Ebenezar McCoy, Thomas Raith, Justine, Listens to Wind, Mister, Mouse.
Kinks: kidfic, second childhood, age regression, family bonding, fish out of water, situational:age change, involuntary transformation
Content notes: no mandatory notes. Mentions of a previous sexual relationship between two adults, one of whom is now a child, but absolutely no sexual contact or content while said character is a kid. Veg*n trigger warning for death of an animal.

*THIS IS REQUIRED FOR ALL FILLS. MINIFILLS, ART FILLS, WHATEVER ELSE INCLUDED.


For images: Please post image prompts and fills and all other images with alt tag descriptions or with a text description of the piece. Example: [img src="neked.jpg" alt="Here's John being all hot and half naked saying Dresden et cetera et cetera"], replace [ ] with < >. If you are linking to an external image, please include a description with the link.

NEW FOR ROUND FIVE: After you have posted your fill, please go to the fill tracking post and comment there to say so, including a link back to your fill. You don't have to do this, but no guarantees it will be caught otherwise.

Thank you.


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Edit 5-14-15 So 3+ years later, the only comments this post is getting are spam comments. I've changed the settings to screen all comments to discourage that. If you leave a legit comment, I will unscreen it. Thanks, all. I had a great time.

The Straw That Broke The Camels Back

(Anonymous) 2012-01-12 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death and judgment. For even the very wise cannot see all ends."
— J.R.R. Tolkien (The Fellowship of the Ring)

Harry/John

When the White Counsel executes a young warlock (early teens?) who killed his/her abuser, Harry Dresden decides enough is enough. Realising that hes not strong enough to take on the Counsel he goes to the one person who he knows hates kids being hurt and who will do nearly anything in exchange for his allegiance.

I want lots of hurt/comfort, Harry being literally sick to his stomach about watching a child killed in front of him, I want John raging about it.

bonus points for Eb binding him with air or something so Harry couldn't stop them killing the child.

extra extra bonus points if you have both John and Hendricks witnessing Harry completly losing his temper and scaring the shit out of them and if both of them witness Harry having a nightmare which reveals - well some of his issues

multiple fills both welcome and encouraged

hugs and kisses to all you like minded people

Re: The Straw That Broke The Camels Back

(Anonymous) 2012-01-12 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
oh yeah! nice idea :) cudos if you set it early in the books, before Denarians or major Fay politics

Re: The Straw That Broke The Camels Back

(Anonymous) 2012-01-12 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Alternatively, I'd like to see Harry just snapping (Evil!Harry taking control?) and breaking the kid out himself, with Eb absent for whatever reason and unable to hold him back. Harry then vanishes into an unplottable area and starts up an underground railroad for Black Magic practitioners.

Then I'd love to see Marcone's reaction when he finds out why there's a kill-on-sight order for Harry.

Re: The Straw That Broke The Camels Back

(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
I'm the prompter :) i like your idea but i think thats a different prompt altogether, cause i don't want 'evil' harry just - a sort of grey!Harry

Re: The Straw That Broke The Camels Back

(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
I think anon meant more of an id!Harry, like the one he talks to when asleep. In which case he's not really evil,but less repressed in his thoughts/actions.... which considering how untempered he already is could prove interesting!

Re: The Straw That Broke The Camels Back

(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I meant id!Harry. Sorry about the confusion.

Re: The Straw That Broke The Camels Back

(Anonymous) 2012-01-25 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
As far as Harry not being strong enough to take on the Council, are you looking for the White Council to be destroyed entirely (at least as the current political entity) or are you interested in, say, Chicago becoming a haven for young warlocks? And are you looking for any particular place in the timeline?

Re: The Straw That Broke The Camels Back

(Anonymous) 2012-01-27 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Anon here. I would like at least the Merlin and Eb dead, and would prefer most of the senior councel removed from power.

Chicago should definatly become a haven while plans are being made,

would like Marcone to become Free-Holding Lord during story, timeline doesn't matter so much but early in the series, before major politics with Fae and stuff
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Re: Making a Stand - Chapter 1

(Anonymous) 2012-02-05 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey I'm the one who posted this, I don't know how to edit this after its been posted so if you delete it, I'll repost with the info ta

Re: Making a Stand - Chapter 1

(Anonymous) 2012-02-02 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
... do want. Do want!

Re: Making a Stand - Chapter 1

(Anonymous) 2012-02-03 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
<3 Do love.

Re: Making a Stand - Chapter 1

(Anonymous) 2012-02-03 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
love mister being comforting! love this start!

Re: Making a Stand - Chapter 1

(Anonymous) 2012-02-03 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
how the blood had splashed on his face as the boy’s head was shorn from his body.

Now, I'm pretty sure this is referring to how the blood splashed on Warden guy's face, but my morbid imagination said it should be Harry's, who would have been trying to reach for the poor kid. Then Harry takes an hour walking through the city... with (or without) blood on his face, probably giving off an aura that causes every man, woman, and child to keep their distance. Now I wonder what the resident supernaturally aware are thinking about their resident wizard, and what it could mean.

Great start. Looking forward to more.

Making a Stand - Chapter 1 repost

(Anonymous) 2012-02-07 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
hey all I'm giving this a shot, my first attempt for a Dresden fic.
set just after book two but Harry has Mouse already because Mouse is awesome and I'm only just reading book 3 at the moment. Also story will include Ivy and Kincade so basically I'm ignoring canon and introducing who I want when I want.

Harry/John

Warnings - child abuse, death of minors, violence, swearing, mentions of Non-Con, general badness with lots of angst and hurt/comfort, eventual gay sex

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Chapter 1

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Harry managed to leave the meeting without attempting to set fire to the entire Counsel. He felt sick, numb, horrified and disgusted with the entire White Counsel, and especially with Eb. Eb who had stood up for him when it was Harry brought to trial for the murder of his adoptive father, Eb who had silenced and bound him with air after Harry had told them that he would take the boy, that he would train him.

Harry bit back his temper, the fire that was rising in him – this wasn’t the time or the place for what he wanted to do, his rage would have to wait.

He remembered the smug self righteous expression on the Merlin’s face when he denied the request, telling the gathering of Wizards that the boy was far too dangerous to let live. Harry choked back bile at the remembered sight of one of the unnamed Wardens swinging his sword at the kid’s neck, how the blood had splashed on his face as the boy’s head was shorn from his body.

Harry tripped over a crack on the pavement and clutched the corner of the wall as he tried to compose himself so that he wouldn’t break down in the middle of Chicago, he took several deep breaths and closed his eyes tightly.

‘Not here. Not now.’ He commanded himself and pushed off the wall he continued on the way back to his apartment. It took him nearly an hour to walk from where his path through the NeverNever had deposited him to where his apartment was, all the while Harry was fighting his nausea and the shear need to break down and cry.

He opened his door and was greeted by Mister who started to brush passed him and out the door but paused halfway through and looked up at Harry before he started to purr and rub up against him. Harry couldn’t bring himself to smile but he did feel a sudden spike of affection for his cat, he bent down and scooped up the oversized feline in his arms. He buried his face in Mister’s fur for a moment before he shut the door and headed down to his lab with Mister still in his arms and Mouse at his heels.

Bob was awake as he descended the stairs, for once the spirit was silent, he just watched as Harry made his way to a corner of the lab and sat on the floor against the wall. Mister circled his lap a few times before he curled up and started purring loudly, Mouse lay against his side a soothing rumbling coming from his chest.

Bob watched his master as the young man started to shake and cry softly into the cats fur, he liked this master. Harry didn’t treat him like the slave that he was, he offered payment for knowledge and didn’t act like he was better than the spirit. It didn’t feel right that someone like Harry should be hurting as much as he was. Bob hadn’t seen Harry’s aura look so bad since the night he had killed Justin DuMorne, the spirit of Air and Intellect didn’t like what he felt when he saw Harry bruised and bleeding on a metaphysic level. He didn’t like seeing his friend soul-sick and in pain. It felt intrinsically wrong that someone like Harry Dresden could hurt this badly.

In fits and starts Harry started to tell them about what had happened, his words enraging and disturbing the three who cared deeply for him. Harry words eventually trailed off but not the tears that streamed from his eyes.

It was nearly two hours later when Harry stopped crying although the trembling in his limbs didn’t ease at the same time. Bob had been thinking about the situation since Harry had fallen silent and had come up with an idea.

Re: Making a Stand - Chapter 1 repost

(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
*stares wide-eyed* What it is about whumped!Harry that is so delicious? Because this is gorgeous and there needs to be more! If only so Harry can get some hugs or something!

*leaves out a jar of Nutella for the author-anon in the hopes that she comes back to continue this wonderful fill*

Re: Making a Stand - Chapter 1 repost

(Anonymous) 2012-03-19 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
anon here :) sorry about time lapse but will have mext chapter up in about a week, i just moved house

Re: Making a Stand - Chapter 1 repost

(Anonymous) 2012-03-26 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks for letting us know and best with unpacking!
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FILL: A Step Too Far

[personal profile] lafluff 2012-08-17 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Characters: Dresden, Marcone, Hendricks. Mentions of Gard, Morgan, McCoy and Langtry.
Pairings: Could be read as Marcone/Dresden but works as Gen too.
Kinks: Not Really.
Warnings: Vague references to child abuse


When I finally escaped the main council chamber in Edinburgh, I was having trouble breathing, I felt suffocated, panicky and my vision was beginning to close in. I can’t remember ever feeling such rage before, I wanted to burn the council, tear them down and salt the earth. The girl had only been twelve years old, she had lashed out unknowing at her father, the man who should have protected her from harm, but had instead… hurt her. She hadn’t shown even the slightest hint of magical talent before she killed him, burned him alive in her bedroom after he… I shuddered and forced my mind away from that thought.

I had spoken on her behalf, immediately jumping to the aid of the damsel in distress and Langtry had used my defence of her as an excuse to have her executed. Morgan had swung the sword on Langtry’s order, while McCoy held me back. Langtry, McCoy and Morgan.

I don’t remember the rest of the council meeting, all I could hear were those three names repeating over and over in my head as I stared at the blood on the council room floor. Then I was out, gasping for breath like a runner after a particularly hard race and letting my rage control me.

Normally when I lose control my magic lashes out; I set things on fire, things like buildings and there doesn’t tend to be much left standing when I’m done. This time however, I was thinking and thinking clearly, the rage hadn’t blinded me, it seemed instead to have sharpened me, I had a plan.

I left the council and headed back to my city, as far as I was concerned I was no longer a wizard of the White Council, they had called the girl a warlock, as they had once accused me, some of the council still whispered it when they thought I couldn’t hear. They saw a warlock and I planned to give them one starting with Langtry, McCoy and Morgan.


The rage had dimmed somewhat by the time I arrived back on Chicago’s comfortingly familiar streets, enough to let loose my grief. The death of the child was bad enough but the betrayal of my mentor hurt. Knowing it was Ebenezar that had held me back, pinned me helpless to the spot with a harshly flung spell, forcing me to helplessly watch the murder of a little girl, was like a punch to the gut.

I trudged through the streets, working my way slowly towards my goal with clenched jaw, tears running freely down my face, strangers took one look at me and flinched away, either uncomfortable or scared.. When I marched into Executive Priority I didn’t bother to wipe my face or reign in my emotions, I blew every piece of electronic equipment as I passed it, it was definitely one of my more dramatic entrances, with showers of sparks following me through the building, leaping out from computer monitors and raining down from overhead lighting. I took the stairs to Marcone’s office but was stopped by Gard and Hendricks before I made it to his door.

They looked shocked at my appearance, they have seen me angry on any number of occasions but normally when I burst into Marcone’s lair I’m don’t do it in tears. They shared a quick look seemingly at a loss with how to deal with me.

“Is he in?” I asked quietly, this only seemed to unnerve them further, my usual behaviour tending towards yelling, barging and occasionally smashing.

Cujo recovered first, “He’s in a meeting.”

“I’ll wait.” I pronounced and retreated back along the corridor to a row of chairs, sinking down into one. It wasn’t very comfortable being too low to the ground for a man of my height and long legs but it would do. I ran my hands through my hair a few times then rested my head against them, elbows on my knees. I was still crying, I didn’t even try to stop myself but instead relaxed enough for a few muffled sobs to escape me.

Hendricks must have decided to interrupt the meeting because Marcone was standing in front of me less than two minutes later.

“Mr Dresden?” His voice was soft and he sounded a little unsure of himself. I raised my head and looked him in the eye, a luxury I was suddenly very grateful for.

“John.” I acknowledged, my voice breaking.

“Come into my office,” he suggested. I don’t know who was more surprised when I accepted the offered helping hand up from the too-low chair, Marcone or Hendricks.

When I was safely settled, much more comfortably, on the couch in his office with a stiff drink clutched in one hand and John’s own handkerchief in the other I finally felt a little more human.

“What happened Mr Dresden?” Marcone asked watching me carefully from behind his desk, fingers steepled in front of him in true Vetinari fashion.

“The White Council caught a warlock,” I replied trying to keep my voice emotionless with some degree of success, “I attended her execution this morning, her name was Sarah Edwards, a sweet girl, from North Carolina. She was twelve.”

I looked directly at John as I spoke and I saw all of my feelings reflected back at me in his face, he was angry, even though she wasn’t one of his people. His one hard and fast rule had been broken, no children.

I expected him to say something but he remained quiet for several minutes seemingly waiting on me, but I didn’t have anything else to say, after all I hadn’t come here to talk. Eventually he gave up on silence as an interrogation technique.

“Why are you here Mr Dresden? Can I assume that you wish my assistance in avenging the child? Do you expect me to declare war on the White Council?” The soft tone was gone, this was John as I expected him to be, relied on him to be, calm, calculating, quietly forceful. I can’t begin to describe how comforting I found it.

“No John,” my voice cracked again on his name, “You don’t need to declare war on the Council, I will take care of it. It may… no, it will, take me years but I will see them all burn. I’m not going to ask you to help me to do it John, though any advice you can give me on usurping thrones wouldn’t go amiss. I’m sure you picked up a fair few tactics when unseating Vargassi.”

“You did not come here for my help, and my advice is clearly a secondary objective, so I reiterate, why are you here?” He was aiming for weary resignation but I heard his curiosity, I had piqued his interest, he wanted to know what I had planned, was looking forward to seeing what I would do next.

“I came because I wanted to, because there is nowhere else I could think of going, because I knew you would understand. I didn’t get it, thought I understood when I saw Amanda but I didn’t, not until…” I choked again, “No children John.”

“No children, Mr Dresden.”


I stayed in Marcone’s office for the remainder of the day, he continued with his work, disappeared periodically for meetings attending meetings, whenever he returned he acknowledged me with a nod, but otherwise ignored me, he never once hinted that I should leave.

I found his presence soothing, it helped me to think, to plan. All of a sudden I needed to think ahead by years rather than by hours or days, there would be no more winging it, no more flying by the seat of my pants, I needed to think like John and being in John’s presence, in his space focussed me.

It was dark by the time had finally restored my mind to some semblance of order and got my emotions back under control, I waited for John to come back from his latest meeting and ambushed him as he walked through the door.

“I’ll be going now, I’ll probably be away from Chicago for a while, please keep my city safe while I’m gone.” I even managed to produce a slight smirk for old times’ sake.

“Of course Mr Dresden, I will keep my city safe.” The emphasis on the possessive pronoun was slight but there. My smirk widened.

“Call me Harry,” I insisted. He raised an eyebrow at me and I supressed a sarcastic comment at this second reminder of Vetinari. “Consider it an apology John, I was wrong.”

“Wrong about what, Harry?” He asked, putting that almost-not-there emphasis on my name.

I reached out and gripped the back of his neck, squeezing affectionately. “You,” I replied and briefly brought my forehead down to touch his, then I was out of the door and making for the stairs before he had chance to respond.
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Re: FILL: A Step Too Far

[personal profile] lafluff 2012-08-17 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
If you like I will continue and add nightmare Harry (with requested vomiting), followed by much cold scary rage.
And of course the essential Hurt/Comfort.

Re: FILL: A Step Too Far

(Anonymous) 2012-08-18 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
you brilliant brilliant cookie! i love it :) this was my prompt and its just lovely :D thankyou! please continue :)
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Re: FILL: A Step Too Far

[personal profile] lafluff 2012-08-19 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
You are very welcome, I got a great response over on AO3 as well:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/488381
Everyone really liked your idea, have a look at the comments. If you send me your screen/username I can gift the work to you (but OK if you want to remain anon of course).

I am happy to keep going as this was great fun to write, would you like it to be Harry/Marcone or Gen?

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