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Round Four IS CLOSED

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

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Round Four: Closed

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

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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.

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We're gonna need a bigger bed

(Anonymous) 2011-12-25 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)

After the events of Blood Rites, Lara tells Thomas to take invalid Justine with him, despite them being unable to touch each other. This results, eventually, in a Harry sandwich, and the most awkward, beautiful, intimate, careful sex Harry has ever had.

Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 1/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-03 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Characters/Pairings: Thomas/Harry/Justine. Mentions of past Thomas/Lara. Kinks: bondage. Warnings: Incest, lots and lots of angst and trauma. AU (obviously) after Blood Rites.

I hope this will be only five short chapters.


We brought her back to my apartment. What else could we do?

Well. Maybe I should say that I brought them back to my apartment. Because Thomas sure as hell wasn't in any shape to help.

The pain in my left hand was getting to be a problem. I didn't have time to brew a potion, and I knew I couldn't concentrate on helping Justine and my brother until I had something to dull the edge of the pain. So I gritted my teeth, reminded myself that the world was full of bastards and I was one sometimes, and shook Thomas until his eyes focused on something other than Justine.

"Harry?" His voice was blurred with shock, and he tried to fall off the side of the couch I'd placed him on. Justine was on the other side, draped with a blanket so Thomas wouldn't accidentally touch her bare skin. Her silver hair hung over the side of the couch. I looked at her and then away, and my eyes shut. I worked them back open.

"Thomas," I said, "I know you have some money. I need--I'll need some of it for painkillers, man. For me, and for Justine, if she can take them." I vaguely remembered Justine's recital of all the shit in her life, and I didn't know if painkillers might be a no-no. "And for you," I added, staring at the places the chains had cut into his wrists.

"It doesn't matter." Thomas let his head roll back onto the couch again and shut his eyes. His skin was the color of a scraped bone, and it had no more warmth than a shell when I put my hand against it. I shook him again, but he didn't respond.

Beside me, Mouse whined and leaned against my ankle, then scrambled up with a bark that sounded like a mew and landed on Thomas's chest. He pressed down with his paws, for all the world like he was doing doggie CPR, and Thomas lifted his head and stared at him. Then a shaky smile invaded his face, and he reached out and caressed Mouse's back.

I gritted my teeth, and waited. The pain from my hand made me want to smash things, or blow things up, or blow myself up, preferably taking Chateau Raith with me on the way. But sometimes I'm patient if not smart, and I waited.

Thomas hesitated, glanced once at Justine, and then nodded at me and stood up. "You're right," he said, though I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or Mouse, really. "I'm not going to help her by just sitting here and not doing anything. I'll go get them."

He took off. I slumped down on the couch and stared at Justine for a few seconds. The blanket moved up and down, maybe once in each ten seconds. That was the only way I knew she was still alive.

Thomas had been resting his hand on her blanket-covered knee, but I didn't think I should do that. I leaned my head back and started talking instead.

"I think that Thomas should get a job as a model, don't you? I'm sure he'd be good at it. He'd look good in a towel. One of my towels. The one with Spiderman battling green death rays on it and half the cloth gone. Don't tell him I said that." I snorted as I thought of the way Thomas would probably interpret any compliments on his appearance. "And I could, I don't know, take up lighting practice fires for the volunteer fire department or something. Or teaching Boy Scouts how to roast marshmallows. Did I tell you about the time I fought a chlorofiend? And yeah, that's what it's called, it sounds better..."

Mouse jumped up in my lap and curled up with the tiniest of snores. I let my hand lie on his back and closed my eyes, babbling everything I could think of, trying not to think about tomorrow, just today, just now, just the moment that Justine needed.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 1/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-04 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
OP is a wet puddle of goo at the moment. Babbling Harry...

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 1/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-05 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Author-non is pleased you liked it! Babbling Harry is one of my favorite things in either fic or series, so of course he had to show up here.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 2/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-05 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
They were trying to hide it. But either they were really bad at it, or else I'd grown a little more observant since the time Papa Raith tried to rule the porn industry.

Thinking about it, maybe I had, given that I had all those days when I was just sitting there watching Justine comb her silver hair and helping her when she asked, or watching the marks on Thomas's skin fade as he climbed in and out of my ratty old clothes...

Nah. Whatever that was, it wasn't me getting more observant. I knew that.

But I did see the way they would reach out to touch each other. Justine would come up behind Thomas in her wheelchair as he stood at the counter chopping up vegetables for dinner and start to rest her hand on his hip. Then she would pull it back and lower it, blushing. Thomas would close his eyes--I could see that much from the side--and hold his breath before he went on with the chopping. If he said anything, I couldn't hear it under the squeak of Justine's chair wheels as she turned around and left.

Or Justine would fall asleep on the couch--she slept in the bed, while Thomas had the couch and I had a blow-up mattress on the floor--and Thomas would stand and extend his arms to carry her into the bedroom. And he'd stop, and he'd look so frustrated that I would have to turn my head away and pretend to be fascinated by the shapes in the fire until he sat down and said, in this high, brittle voice, "Harry, Justine's asleep again."

We went for walks-and-wheels in the sunlight as Justine got stronger and my hand felt better, all three of us. (Well, there were four if you counted Mouse, but he had a tendency to get bored with our slow pace, race ahead, and then come yipping back to us to show us a new smudge of dirt on his nose). Thomas's hand would dangle down beside the wheelchair, and Justine would look at it. Thomas would look at her looking at it, and if their eyes caught, they exchanged a look of such intensity I was surprised it didn't leave both of them jerking and twitching as if a lightning bolt had been there.

So, you know. That kind of added to the misery of the whole "your hand is fucked up and we should amputate it so you don't have a lump of scorched burger dangling off your wrist for the rest of your life" situation. At least Thomas had paid off Kincaid. I didn't want to think about what my life would have been like if I'd still owed him.

Murphy stopped by now and then to see how we were getting along, and each time gave Justine this stare and me this complex expression. I just shrugged back at her. I knew the circumstances weren't ideal, but what else could we do? Leaving Justine there was out of the question, at least for Thomas. And seeing the expression Lara wore right before she started her hostile invasion of Papa Raith-land, I didn't think it was a good idea to rely on Lara to protect her. It might have happened, sure. And I might have woken up tomorrow to find that all the Denarians had given up torture and evil to pursue the rescue of fluffy orphan kittens. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility.

But anyway. I saw all that. And though in some ways I'd paid as high a price as anyone to get Thomas and Justine out of there, every day I saw how much higher it could have been. And at least my hand was burned because of my own brilliant-stupid decisions, not because my father had tortured me from the time I was a baby or because I was nearly drained to death by a boyfriend who couldn't touch me now.

So I thought about it, and I thought about it, and I thought about it, and I talked to Bob about it and brewed some potions that didn't work out and learned how to use my left hand for a few things again, and I thought about it some more.

It wasn't until the day we met with Lara that the plan came clear in my head, though.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 2/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-05 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Poor Thomas D:

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 2/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-06 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Aw. I want to hug them all. Especially Harry, who's watching TRUE LOVE and probably feeling guilty as all get-out, because that is what Harry does. Feel guilty about things. But now he has a plan. Dear author, please update soon, so I can stop sniffling.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 2/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-07 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you. I think the third part is the last update I'll be able to post for a few days, since the next chapter has to be handled really carefully, but I do intend to finish it, and I hope you enjoy the rest when it comes.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 2/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-06 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I cannot wait to see how this progresses. It really has such a lovely sad, sweet tone.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 2/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-07 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you. The melancholy should stay until the end, but hopefully the very end will be a bit more hopeful.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 3/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-07 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"You look terrible, Thomas."

I found myself bristling and lifting one hand as if I would hurl a fireball at Lara before I considered what I was doing. Thomas reached over without looking at me, grabbed my wrist, and forced my hand down on the bench again. We were meeting in Hyde Park, because it wasn't a territory where either the White Council or the White Court had a home base that was too close, and that was the best we could do right now.

"So nice of you to be concerned, dearest sister," Thomas murmured, and then leaned his head back against the bench and closed his eyes.

I gave him a sidelong glance. As cruel as Lara's words were, I had to admit they did have some basis in reality. His skin looked like it was made of chalk and would flake off if you scraped at it. His eyes, whenever he looked at me, were a watery grey that could spill over. When he looked at Justine, they brightened, but only with anguish. I knew he was feeding somewhere, in small sips, to keep himself from starving, but not where or when. He left the apartment for "runs," and I let him go, because there was no way that I wanted to get in his way when he was looking that, and someone had to stay with Justine.

I glanced back at Lara and surprised a sharp look on her face, one fingertip resting on her red lips. Of course she cleared up her expression when she saw me looking at her, but it had been there.

Weird as it was, I thought she really was concerned about Thomas. In a vampire way, of course, meaning she wouldn't risk her pride or her position in the White Court or any real money or favors to cure him, but still. That was a way.

Lara took the nearest bench, smoothing her short black skirt over long legs that had the proper color of white for a lust vampire. This was weird, too, but: looking at her, I didn't feel the smallest flash of desire. I blinked. Probably just my tiredness and the pain from my left hand, I thought. I knew I hadn't stopped being interested.

"Thomas," Lara said quietly. "Do you remember what we did when you were nineteen?"

Thomas's eyes snapped open, and now, if the color in them was going to spill out, it was only going to be as death rays. He sat up and hissed, "Lara, we agreed never to mention that again."

Lara smiled. "And at one time, I agreed never to go against Daddy," she said, barely moving her lips. "Agreements are broken as they need to be, Thomas. We could do it again. It's not always as...satisfying with a sibling, but it would give you something to live for."

I stared at them, blinking from one face to the other and wondering what they were talking about. It couldn't be what it sounded like--

Then I remembered this was the White Court, and what Papa Raith had done to his daughters, and shuddered a little. Yeah, it could. It really could.

Thomas held up his right hand, all his fingers spread out. I thought he was going to give Lara a list of five reasons he'd never fuck her again, but instead, he folded them down into a fist and said, "This is the only thing waiting for you if you ever come near me like that again, Lara, I swear. Or Justine. Or Harry." He turned his eyes on me, and they had a strange glow in them.

You could call it brotherly, maybe. But that wouldn't be the right word. Possessive was probably better.

I gulped and, because it's the way I handle dangerous situations, opened my big mouth. "Hey, Thomas, I'm a big boy, I can make up my own mind--"

Thomas leaned in until his nose rested against mine and I couldn't fully see his face. But I could see those burning silver eyes, oh yes.

"And I'm your big brother," he said, dragging the words across me like Lara had dragged her fingernails up my skin. "No."

"Woof," I said weakly, but I was reeling. As Thomas pulled away, said something cutting to Lara that I didn't bother to listen to, and got up to walk away, I looked at Lara, sure I was flushing.

But she smiled at me. And it looked a lot more genuine than any smile I'd ever seen her give, except maybe the night she took over the White Court.

"A pleasure doing pleasure with you, Wizard Dresden," she murmured, rising to her feet and bowing her head. "As always."

She left, and I didn't even watch her heels and her ass swaying. Okay, not much.

I was thinking instead, about the way she looked pleased and the way she thought she'd accomplished something. Well, getting Thomas to flare up instead of lie around, sure, but--

And then I saw it. The way that I could perk Thomas up, and cheer him up, and let him have Justine back, in a way.

If I had guts enough to do it.

The question isn't guts, Harry, I thought, draping my hand across my eyes. It's how much crazy you have.

But the idea was there now, and it wouldn't leave me, and in the end, I knew I was going to do it. Because there was Thomas, and there was Justine, and then there were my own hangups.

In a contest between them, I always knew which was more important.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 3/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-08 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I love this so, so much!

Though, the best bit, in a story full of best bits, I think has to be: The question isn't guts, Harry, I thought, draping my hand across my eyes. It's how much crazy you have.

And Harry has both guts and crazy enough.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 3/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you! He does indeed, and I think he's definitely the only one in that situation who would have that much of either.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 1/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-06 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh man. This is a great prompt, and such a beautiful fill. Every word of this is lovely, but my absolute favorite is: So I gritted my teeth, reminded myself that the world was full of bastards and I was one sometimes, and shook Thomas until his eyes focused on something other than Justine.

So tender and bittersweet.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 1/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-07 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much. I really give props to the OP for the prompt; I never knew I wanted to write something like this until I saw it.

Continuation of We Are All Phoenixes

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
The fill continues in Round 5: