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Round Five by five, baby!

Round Five: Open!
Ghost Story Prompts and meta: Open!
Tracking Post: Open

| Round One: open only for feedback, WIPs continued in The Overflow Post or the current round. Link back to your previous posts! |
| Round Two: open only for feedback, WIPs continued in The Overflow Post or the current round. Link back to your previous posts! |
| Round Three: open only for feedback and WIPs continuation. You can also continue in The Overflow Post or the current round. Link back to your previous posts! |
| Round Four: open only for feedback and WIPs continuation. You can also continue in The Overflow Post or the current round. Link back to your previous posts! |



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.


The discussion post is here. Mod questions go here. The delicious account is here, (currently on-hold. Thanks, newdelicious.). The pinboard account is here (not up to date).

Don't forget about all the unfilled prompts. Got an unfilled prompt you want to give a second chance? Repost it here. Otherwise, go ahead and repost an unfilled prompt as a new comment with a link to the original if you are filling it. Please indicate in the subject line that it is a Repost To Fill.

Open prompt is here: http://dresden-kink.dreamwidth.org/3344.html?thread=3032848#cmt3032848

Comments in chronological order: http://dresden-kink.dreamwidth.org/3344.html?view=flat

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.
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Re: A Fill in Search of A Title, 2/?

[personal profile] 11thmirror 2012-06-25 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
I still need a title. It's making me sad, and sad writers are unproductive writers (unless you want boatloads of angst).


As godmother explained it, my betrothed was a completely mortal man – not even a trace of magic – going by the (false) name of John Marcone. Apparently he was a ‘highly respectable businessman’, which, according to godmother, means ‘everyone knows he’s the head of organised crime but no one can prove it’. She sounded a little admiring when she said that. He had links of some sort to the White Council, as well as with Monoc Securities, Odin’s public face. Though I mistrusted the former, given how inept they were at protecting their own (and, conversely, how willing they were to execute people for trespassing against laws they had no reason to know existed); Godmother assured me that the gallows-god was a capable and reliable ally.

I had to admit, the ‘organised crime’ part bothered me. I mean, more than the situation in general. What if he decided to keep a mistress? What if he already had a mistress? Would he want me to curse his enemies for him? Mind-control people? Rain fire and death upon anyone who crossed him?

She read my face, and said soothingly, “Never fear, my sweet; I drew up the contract myself, and your White Court friend examined it – you will not be made to do anything against your nature. He will only be allowed to ask passive magics of you: warding, shielding, and the like.” Godmother waved a dismissive hand at ‘all that’, but I resolved to read over the contract. I probably wouldn’t be able to make heads or tails of it, but at least if I ended up stuck in something I didn’t want to do, I wouldn’t be kicking myself for not even looking at the contract I’d signed. Which is better than nothing, right?

With the cat out of the bag, and my consent assumed, Godmother summoned her attendants (who had edged out at some point during the conversation) and proceeded to kick the preparations into high gear. Anyone would have thought I was marrying the Winter King, with the amount and degree of effort that went into every detail. It was explained to me, at some point amidst all the cleaning and cooking and fittings and fussing, that I was fortunate enough (ha!) to be having two weddings – one in my Godmother’s hall, under her auspices; and one in the city of Chicago, arranged by my husband-to-be (who, I was assured, would be settling the legal details of my existence. Money and amorality can open more doors than magic, at least in some places) and conducted before his own society, just as the first wedding would be watched by every vaguely important figure in the Winter Court (and quite possibly a few from Summer, depending on just how much Godmother wanted to gloat).

So there were measurements to be taken (for two sets of seamstresses), bouquets to be chosen (one of which categorically could not be formed from enchanted ice), menus and guest lists and seating arrangements to be planned... and I just sat in the middle of it all and wished I was somewhere else. Like the fifth circle of Hell, maybe.

I suspect that Godmother had been planning it all for even longer than I’d thought at the time, because from that day on, things moved very quickly indeed – even faster than the rush and bustle around me would account for. It could have been the incredible business of the following days, but I’d be willing to swear that it was not two weeks later that I was undergoing ritual preparation for the wedding that had so suddenly been sprung upon me.

I’d been on a special diet for the whole week – no meat, no wine, no bread or cake; just fresh fruit, vegetables, and water. I’d done more bathing than I’d thought quite possible (in, I might add, very cold water), until I was sure my skin would leave me looking like a shar pei forever. No one had been allowed to touch me for the whole week, either – not Godmother, not the servants, not even my sprites. It was a pretty weird feeling, given that I don’t think I’d so much as dressed myself single-handedly since the day I arrived at Godmother’s hall. It was only on the day of the wedding itself that I had attendants to help me into my dress, apply my makeup, and fix my hair; and all of them had needed to go through purification rites too. I practiced the words for the ceremony, over and over, until I was muttering them in my sleep; and Lara sent a package of information on the world I’d be moving into, which Godmother quizzed me on whenever she could spare a moment (which was more often than I’d have liked).

And then, quite suddenly, it was time. I was standing at one of the side doors to the chamber where I would be meeting my husband – the chamber where I would be marrying him. The ceremony itself would be carried out by the Allfather, a god whom I’d only met a few times at dinners, and came away with the impression of astonishing size and wisdom. Hardly surprising – if you sacrifice an eyeball for wisdom, I guess you’d want your money’s worth. Apart from him, my husband-to-be, and myself, the room would be empty. A ceremony like this, with lives being bound together (not nearly as closely as they could be, I knew, but still in a powerful way) and true names being spoken, would never be performed in front of guests. Not unless you actually wanted to lose all control over your will for the rest of eternity (which I obviously didn’t. I’d already tasted the life with no control, and it didn’t appeal – and wasn’t that a thought I’d rather leave well alone?).

Standing there, looking at the oak door, I felt all of my worries of the earlier weeks, the worries I’d been able to suppress in all the fuss, come rushing back at me all at once. What was I doing? I was standing about, waiting to marry a total stranger! A criminal stranger! An older, human, non-magical, criminal stranger! Godmother had met him, and spoke well of him, but what did that mean? Godmother spoke well of the Erlkönig! Sometimes, anyway.

I swayed, completely overcome at all the ways this could go horribly wrong, and there was a little hand at my elbow, steadying me. At my side, looking perfectly calm, was one of my Godmother’s attendants who’d been helping me with my dress. As I looked at her, she glanced my way, for just a second, and gave a tiny smile. That was all I needed. A brief moment of calm, of total confidence that this would work perfectly.

I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and stepped forward as the door opened.

Re: A Fill in Search of A Title, 2/?

(Anonymous) 2012-06-26 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
thanks for writing more, can't wait for Marcone's reaction to his bride.

I'm rather bad at titles, though Magical Merger might be a place to start?

Re: A Fill in Search of A Title, 2/?

(Anonymous) 2012-06-26 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
What about To Have And To Hold? Or one of the other ceremonial phrases if that one doesn't fit your feeling for the fic. Or maybe something from the "Something Blue..." rhyme. Hell, there's that folklore poem about magpies even - there are a lot of variations, but at least one of them goes "five for a wedding..." (I'm almost sure it's five for the wedding and six for a death, but you may want to do your own research for that one, as I have a notoriously unreliable memory).
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Re: A Fill in Search of A Title, 2/?

[personal profile] 11thmirror 2012-06-26 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Perfect! Three of Magpies it is. And it gives me the opportunity to reference my favourite author.

Re: A Fill in Search of A Title, 2/?

(Anonymous) 2012-06-26 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Yay, I helped! *happy glow*

Would you be referring to Mr Pratchett, by any chance???
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Re: A Fill in Search of A Title, 2/?

[personal profile] 11thmirror 2012-06-26 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Eyup. *fandom brofist!* :D

Re: A Fill in Search of A Title, 2/?

[personal profile] kakaitalover 2012-06-26 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
*bunp!*

Re: A Fill in Search of A Title, 2/?

[personal profile] kakaitalover 2012-06-26 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
Oops. Fuck anonymity, apparently.
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Re: A Fill in Search of A Title, 2/?

[personal profile] 11thmirror 2012-06-26 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
Lulz.

Re: A Fill in Search of A Title, 2/?

(Anonymous) 2012-06-26 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
OP was gonna suggest some sort of variation of 'Married to the Mob', but thinks actual title is probably a lot better.

Lea sure seems to have been waiting eagerly for the opportunity to manage someone else's wedding.

I'm now wondering just what the definition of 'passive magics' truly is.

Can't wait for them to meet!
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Re: A Fill in Search of A Title, 2/?

[personal profile] 11thmirror 2012-06-26 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
Trust me, whatever the definition of 'passive magics', Marcone will stretch it into taffy.