Round Four IS CLOSED

[dresden_kink_mods]

Round Four is closed to new prompts and fills. Go to Round Five



| Round One: open only for feedback, WIPs continued in The Overflow Post or Round Four |
| Round Two: open only for feedback, WIPs continued in The Overflow Post or Round Four |
| Round Three: open only for feedback and WIPs continuation |
| if you previously continued your WIP in The Overflow Post or Round Four, keep going where ever you like, just link link link! |

Round Four: Closed


Read this first. Do it. It's not here to be pretty.

The Rules. Including the Posting Guidelines. aka:

In the first line of your fill, please include:

Character(s)/Pairing(s)/Threesome(s)/Moresome(s) as applicable; Any kinks included; MANDATORY WARNINGS if there is dubcon or noncon, underage characters in sexual situations, and/or major character death. 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.

For images: Please post image prompts and fills 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"]. If you are linking to an external image, please include a description with the link.

Thank you.


The discussion post is here. Mod questions go here. The delicious account is here.

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.

Comments in chronological order: http://dresden-kink.dreamwidth.org/2675.html?view=flat

Any prompts, fills, discussion, or meta featuring authentic Ghost Story spoilers should be posted on the Ghost Story post.

ROUND FOUR IS CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS AND FILLS. GO TO ROUND FIVE. YOU CAN CONTINUE YOUR ROUND FOUR WIPS HERE.

Comments

Re: Fic: Hound Days: No Monsters 2a/2

[akelios]

Thinking that didn't help. I knew what I needed to do but my legs didn't want to work. My arms didn't want to let go. I could still hear it under the bed, breathing and moving. Bumping around under there.

“Okay. Okay.” I said it to myself, quietly. It could hear me, sure, but it already knew where I was. I tried to move quietly but the bed creaked under me as I pulled my legs free of the sheets and got them under me. My legs felt shaky and wobbly, like the time I was sick with the flu. Weak.

“What are you doing up there, stupid boy?” Its voice came from behind me but still under the bed. I looked back over my shoulder at the space that it had made between my bed and the wall when it was pushing it around. In that dark space I saw a small, round hand come up and silently pat at the sheets there. Looking for me.

I jumped.

My feet hit the floor hard. I stumbled and hit my hands and knees on the carpet, scraping them a little. Behind me it screamed in happiness and I heard the weirdly soft sounds of feet and hands hitting the floor as it scrambled out after me.

It wasn't that far to my bedroom door. Only a couple of steps, normally. It seemed a lot further away now. I couldn't get my legs to move as fast as I wanted them to. I could hear it coming, laughing at my back. I hit the door, scrambling at the door knob.

It wouldn't turn. It wasn't locked. It didn't have a lock, but it wouldn't open. I shook it, pulling as hard as I could and calling out for my Dad.

“He's not coming.” It giggled and then, before I could turn around to look at it, it hit me in the back. I hit the door and pain exploded in my face. Something hot and wet splashed down my face and I could taste blood. I was bleeding as it dragged me down to the floor, still pounding on the door with my hands.

I fought the monster, trying to turn around and look at it. If I could see it it had to stop. It had to. The monster drove me to the floor, clinging to my back with its arms and legs. Once we were on the floor I twisted around, squirming in its grip until I had my head turned enough that I could see it.

It was the exact same doll from the show. Long red yarn hair that swung into my face. Perfectly round black yarn eyes that made me think of the shark I'd seen in my science book. The mouth was smiling as it opened wide, showing me rows and rows of sharp teeth. Just like the shark.

I grabbed at the squishy arm, trying to pull it away from me. Waiting for it to freeze and topple over. Turn back into just a doll.

It leaned back and laughed.

“This isn't tv. This is reality.” It brought its black eyes back down to look at me. “You should have come to me. Now I'm going to hurt you.” It smiled at me, showing more and more teeth. Hands grabbed my head, pulled it back even though I was kicking and yelling and then shoved down, smashing my face into the floor.

Pain exploded in fireworks inside of my head. All I could see was black and flashing colors; wet heat ran down my legs. Shame joined everything else in my head. I'd peed myself like a baby. Teeth ripped through my pajama top and into my arm. I screamed again, louder and louder until nothing would come out anymore.

It laughed as it kept biting me. Pudgy little body holding me down; fingerless hands wrapping around my arm and pulling. Pulling. Pulling until I felt like I was going to get ripped into pieces.

Green light came from everywhere at one with a sharp boom like thunder. The monster screamed, angry, and I saw a dark blur race out of my closet and then I felt it hit the monster on top of me. There was growling and noise. More light; green and purple. A woman saying something.

The room got hot and filled with sound. Screams and explosions. I curled up into a ball and tried to disappear. A voice, sounding a lot like my Dad, told me to get up. To run while all the monsters were fighting each other. Because the thing fighting the doll monster had to be another monster. I'd just seen a little bit of it before I closed my eyes, but it had thick dark fur and long fangs.

I couldn't run though. I couldn't move. I'd tried running before and it had gotten me. Running didn't work. So I pulled myself in as small as I could and thought about being invisible. About being anywhere else. Unnoticed. Unimportant. Overlooked.

The pain and the fear made it hard to breathe; hard to think. I hurt everywhere, worse than I'd thought anyone could ever hurt and it wasn't over. As soon as they finished with each other the winner was going to come for me. A cold, wavy tingle washed over me. It made the pain feel a little better, a little farther away. It made everything seem like it was just a little bit somewhere else. I let it. It had to be better than whatever they were going to do to me.

The room went quiet, and still. It grew light in my room; I could see the light even from behind my hands. Footsteps, more normal sounding than the ones the doll monster had made came toward me. I bit the inside of my cheek and tried not to make any noise. A small sound escaped anyway.

“Oh, very nice. Not quite good enough to hide you, but an encouraging sign. Definitely Maggie's child.” Cloth brushed against my hands and my face. “Harry. Open your eyes.” A hand touched my forehead and then ran back over my hair. It felt normal. Gentle. I opened my fingers a little so I could look through them.

It was a woman. She was almost as tall as my Dad, with long bright red hair. Green eyes twinkled as she knelt down beside me, smiling. Her hand cupped my chin, tilting my head back. The movement made the bite in my shoulder hurt even more and I winced. Her eyes were funny; not like regular eyes. Hers were the wrong shape. Cat eyes. People didn't have eyes like that.

“Mmm. Malcolm's eyes. Pity.” Her fingers left my face and moved to touch the wound. Cold spread from where her fingers touched and my shoulder stopped hurting. The numb feeling spread further, taking away all the pains. “Still, I think you'll be handsome enough once you're grown.”

Something moved behind me, growling and I yelped, jumping. I landed in the woman's lap. It was the other thing that had come in with her. It looked kind of like a dog, only huge. Heavy black fur that was wet all down the front; something thick and black dripped off of the muzzle. It yawned, tongue rolling out as it sat down and panted. Happy. Behind it was a field of mixed white fluff attached to bits of cloth and things that looked a little like hamburger before Dad cooked it. Red and oozing. Raw. Those parts had skin on them. It was black and scaly; pieces of it fell off and crumbled like rust as I watched.

Arms wrapped around me and I flinched. She laughed and it was like a movie star laugh. No one laughed like that in real life, but it sounded lovely and good.

“Argos is very thorough, Harry. It is quite dead.” She sniffed. “You're filthy.” She snapped her fingers and my pajamas were suddenly dry and clean. I touched the fabric, staring. Magic. “There we are. Much better. Don't you agree?”

“Are you going to eat me?” She hadn't hurt me yet. Had cleaned me up and made me feel better. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to eat me. Maybe she was just cleaning me up because she didn't like dirty food.

“I have no plans to eat you, no. Such a waste that would be.” She let me go and I slid off her lap, turning sideways so I could keep an eye on her and on the dog-monster. Argos. The womans teeth were brilliantly white and sharp looking against her red lips when she smiled. Too sharp. Monster teeth.

“Are you an angel?”

She laughed, fingers clutching at the deep blue cloth of her skirt as she bent forward with the force of her laughter. Argos made funny wheezing sounds which I thought were dog-monster laughs. I frowned at them, trying to look like my Dad did when I explained how it wasn't me who broke the dish. It always made me feel bad when he looked like that. It didn't work on dog-monsters and whatever the woman was.

“Precious.” Her voice, when she could talk again was filled with her laughter. “Many have thought so, to be certain, but no. I am no angel. I am the Leanansidhe, and that is more than enough.”

“The Lawn-see?” I repeated it a couple of times in my head. It didn't sound right. It didn't even sound like a real name. Her mouth twitched and I thought she was trying not to laugh at me again.

“The Leanansidhe. However, you may call me Lea. We're family after all.”

“No, we're not.” I backed away from her a little more, until my back hit the door. The feeling of it made me a little sick to my stomach. I remembered hitting it and how it wouldn't open. The doll-monster grabbing me. I pushed myself to my feet and grabbed the door handle. It still wouldn't turn.

A rushing sound filled my ears and I started to shake again. I turned away from Lea and Argos to take the handle in both of my hands. I shook it, rattling the door and pulled as hard as I could. It wouldn't move. The same feeling I'd had before, when I was on top of the bed and the doll-monster was under it came back worse than before. My stomach rolled and everything felt buzzy.

“Calm down, child. You're safe here.”

“No. No. Let me out. Letmeoutletmeout! Daddy!” I yelled it right against the door. He had to hear me. Still nothing. No footsteps except for the ones behind me. Lea came, her hands grabbing my shoulders. I yelled and kicked at her, tried to get away but she was stronger than the doll-monster and I didn't get anywhere.

“I had hoped we could have a civil conversation. La. Perhaps you're still too young. Maggie did say the little ones were fragile.” The numb feeling spread from her hands again, but it didn't just go through my body it went through my head too. I stopped fighting and just stood, waiting. I'd been scared but now I wasn't. Now I was sleepy and warm. Ready for bed.

Lea picked me up and carried me over to my bed. Bright, colored lights zipped around my room. Watching them made my head hurt so I stopped. Closed my eyes and leaned against Lea's shoulder as she sat down on the bed.

“You're certain?”

I opened my eyes to see Lea talking to one of the zippy lights. It was hovering in front of her, pulsing a deep red. As I stared at it I realized I could see a tiny little person in the middle of the light. I smiled as I reached out to try and touch it. The light bobbed away, out of my reach.

“How...inconvenient. The creature was more clever than I thought.” Lea turned to look down at me. “Harry, how would you like to come live with me? I have a lovely home with hounds you can play with. Darling puppies.

“I could protect you there.”

“Can Dad come?”

“No. That path is not open to Malcolm.”

I thought about it, through my tiredness. I wasn't sure why, but I felt good about Lea. I thought she would protect me like she said. But if my Dad couldn't come...he was my Dad. He needed me.

“No. I want to stay here.”

Lea shuddered, beneath me. “As you wish.” She moved, sliding me off her lap and onto the bed. I curled up around my pillow, yawning as Lea pulled the sheet up over me and tucked me in.

“You'll still protect me, right?”

“As much as it is within my power.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek. “How do you feel about centipedes?”

~

Sunlight woke me up, hot and bright in my eyes. I rolled over and burrowed under the covers, ignoring it. Dad would walk through the door any second to wake me up for school. I watched the door, waiting.

The door.

Last night. The doll monster and Lea and Argos the dog-monster. I jumped out of bed and ran over to the door. The handle turned and the door swung open easily. Good. I scrambled around my room and opened the curtains up all the way, just in case. The sunlight would stop the monster, if it showed up again.

I checked my closet. Nothing. No claw marks. Nothing was even out of place. No marks under the bed. Even all the little bits of the doll monster were gone. I dropped down in the middle of my floor.

It had happened, hadn't it? A real monster had been in my room. Two of them. And Lea who might be a monster or maybe something else. She hadn't really ever said. There should be some sort of marks or bits left though...

I reached over my shoulder and tried to find where the doll monster had bitten me. There was nothing. My arm didn't even hurt anymore. How could that- maybe it was another dream? I had scary dreams sometimes and they always seemed really real while I was asleep.

The doorbell rang. I waited for Dad to answer it. It rang again and then someone started knocking on the door. Maybe Dad was still in the shower?

I got up and went to the front door. I pulled back the curtain on the front window and looked outside. Mr. Ben stood at our door. He saw me and waved.

“You're early, Mr. Ben.” I opened to let Mr. Ben in. I could see his van in the driveway with his daughter Casey in the passenger seat. She was turned around, saying something to the other kids in the carpool.

“No, you guys're running late this morning. You're not even dressed yet Harry.”

I nodded, even though I knew he was early. Otherwise Dad would have had me up and ready to go to school. “I know. I just woke up.”

“Okay. Well, why don't you go get dressed and I'll just go say hi to your dad. Is he in the kitchen?”

“I think he's in the shower. He didn't get the door.” I shrugged and headed back into my room. I could hear Mr. Ben behind me and then at Dad's door, knocking. It didn't take me long to change into my school clothes and grab my backpack. I dropped it by my door where I could grab it on the way out after I brushed my teeth. My stomach was grumbling, but I thought Mr. Ben would wait while I got a banana out of the kitchen if I asked.

“Harry?” I heard Mr. Ben's voice as I opened my door. He was standing between my door and the rest of the hallway, his face pale. He wasn't smiling anymore. “Have you- when was the last time you saw your dad? Last night?”

“Yeah. He tucked me in. Is he up?”

“Good. That's good.” Mr. Ben leaned down and picked me up, walking fast down the hall and heading for the kitchen. He set me down on the counter and picked up the phone. “Um. Just. Your dad's not feeling well. I'm going to call the doctor, okay?”

“Okay. Should I go see him? Does he need some 7-Up?” If Dad was sick that explained why he hadn't answered the door or gotten me up. It even explained why he didn't come when I had my bad dream.

“No! No. Stay right here with me.” He turned away from me a little, leaning over the phone. “Hello? Hello. Yes. I need an ambulance. There's been a...” Mr. Ben looked back at me, then away again. “Someone's very ill.”

Re: Fic: Hound Days: No Monsters 2b/2

[akelios]

~Epilogue – 22 years later~

I tossed the little Raggedy Ann doll back and forth between my hands as I looked around the room. Baron Marcone was on the couch, one arm around the weeping mother. I couldn't hear him, not without trying but it wasn't hard to guess. Comforting little words that meant nothing. Anything to stop her from crying, really. The widow of his vassal- employee- looked up at me once. Her eyes were red and wet.

“Baron. I really need to get moving if I want to use this trail.”

“Of course. Aisling?” He pulled away from her with one last pat on the shoulder. “We will bring Alana back to you. You have my word.”

“And mine.” I nodded my head in her direction, the modern version of a polite bow. Neither of us promised that we'd bring her daughter back alive. We both knew better than that. The girl was alive at the moment but the future was ever fluid and surprising.

Minutes later we were in the Baron's car, following the gentle pull of my tracking spell. I pulled the doll out of my pocket and squeezed it as hard as I could. The seams bulged and a couple of threads snapped but the doll held. It was just cloth and stuffing after all.

“You told Aisling that the doll was to help track Alana, but I've never seen you use an object like that. Doesn't it have to be a part of the person you're tracking?”

“Gard's been teaching you tricks, huh?”

“And I observe you in action. Our arrangement allows me many opportunities to note what you do and how you do it.”

“Mmm.” I held up my other hand and showed him the knot of long black hair tied around my pentacle. The amulet swung out at a slight angle, pointing in the direction of the little girl we were trying to rescue. “That is one of the things I appreciate about you Baron. Your attention to detail.” We were still headed in the right direction. I tucked my amulet back into a pocket and rolled down the window to breathe in the cool night air.

“Then what is the doll for?” The Baron moved closer, his body almost too hot in the close space. We were working and it would go no farther until we were done but I was conscious of his continual interest. Playing around Chicago with him was one of the more entertaining things I'd done since killing Slate and Aurora.

“Nothing.” I muttered Fuego under my breath and the doll began to smolder, its red yarn hair catching fire. I tossed it out the open window and watched it tumble across the pavement for a second before it burst into flames. “I just hate those fucking things.

“Let's go save the girl.”

Re: Fic: Hound Days: No Monsters 2b/2

[forestgreen]

I think from now I on, I will eye all dolls warily. I feel kinda sad that Harry didn't take Lea on her offer, and I'm all curious about what the deal is between Harry and John.

I hope we'll see more of this ;-)

Re: Fic: Hound Days: No Monsters 2b/2

[akelios]

As you should! Dolls are made of evil.

Ah, but we know he winds up with Lea in the end anyway, at least in this AU. :)

One day I will, I swear, write the fic that spawned all of this.