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Round Five by five, baby!

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

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.


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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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

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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.


(Anonymous) 2012-01-27 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Characters: Lea, Hound!Harry. Pairings/Kinks: None. Warning: None.

Leanansidhe stood overlooking a field of dusty snow, watching her hounds play, and pondered. Harry wasn't the biggest of her little pack, nor the smallest, but he was her favorite. She had cherished his dam as much as a fey could love any mortal, and so kept her promise to care for and watch over Margaret's offspring. Young and bright, the taste of fire and death clinging to him, she had taken the scared, desperate, precious child in hand. Potential. She remembered so much potential, and yet...

Harry watched the others fight among themselves. He sat half buried beneath the falling snow, a mass of tangled darkness marring the blanket of white, and occasionally an ear flicked backward as if tracking something only he could hear. Perhaps he was. Potential. Harry could be the greatest of her hounds, the leader of her hunt, and perhaps... perhaps one day give even the Erlking a challenge. Nobel the Leanansidhe may be, but not even she had enough power to topple the Queens. Not yet. Not without reason.

She curled a strand of blood red hair around her finger, and pursed her lips. The sound that emerged was sharp, high, and meant only for those in the courtyard below. The beasts froze, one with the remains of a trespasser dangling from its jaws, before whirling around and filling the air with joyous barks. Lea smiled, turning to walk down the hall and meet them, but paused as she noticed a stark absence. His voice had not joined the chorus. Rough, husky, with a baritone that could command fire's spark even in the depths of Winter, Harry's songs had been a welcome addition to her home the past several years. Glancing back out over the veranda, she noticed he hadn't moved. Half-buried and languid, tail swishing back and forth, Harry had not come to her call.

She frowned. This was not the first time he had hesitated at her command. It would probably not be the last.

She could not figure out why.

"Harry, child." She cooed, throwing in charm that should not have been needed into the words. The others bounced around her legs, all begging for attention just as they had for power, so long ago, but she ignored them. Harry shifted in his position, eyes dark, and yawned. "My sweet, come."

He rose. Tentative paws pressed into the snow, melting it in a rush of heat, and with a lowered head he cautiously approached. The others growled low, threateningly, as she scratched behind his ear and she shushed them with an icy glare. His nose touched her palm. He was her favorite, but he didn't hunt as the others did. He would chase, and he appeared to enjoy it, but he never took the killing blow. He wouldn't challenge the others to take his rightful place in the upper echelons of the hierarchy. Timid. Quiet. Unrealized potential, and no matter what she did Lea could not bring it out. She had tried, a thousand different ways, she had tried.

Harry sneezed, a full body shake that sent melted snow flying from his fur, and she smiled in amusement. He blinked at her, tongue lolling out, induced happiness shining from his eyes.

He was safe, and happy, and wasn't that what she promised his mother?

Leanansidhe walked back inside. Her hounds -all of them- followed at her heels. The winter fey pulled her shawl closer to her body as she approached the hearth. She wondered why, after so long, she had started to notice the cold.

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Tiger & Bunny crossover

(Anonymous) 2012-01-11 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
...yes. Bear with me here.

Okay, so how does this happen? Did a NEXT somehow accidentally send a Hero into Chicago? Did something go down in Chicago send Harry into Sternbild? Or are they in the same universe, and they just don't interact all that much?

Honestly, I kind of want to see exactly how all the fancy tech that the Heroes have holds up against Harry, aka the bane of technology. And probably Kotetsu and Harry bonding over the fact that they cause a lot of property damage. And maybe Bob seeing Karina's Blue Rose costume and being very happy over it. And Harry going on TV again! But plot would be nice.

Bonus: If anyone somehow manages to work in Kotetsu/Barnaby in this I would be so happy, but it's not required.

Re-posting because TIGER AND BUNNY.

Thomas Raith/Harry Dresden, relationship and revelation

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Erlking/Dresden Wildhunt Knight/Dresden

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Porn Prompt!

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Lara Taking Molly's Virginity

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Fucking Machine/Dresden

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Harry's "Education" from Excutive Priority's girls

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City of Smartasses, SPN crossover w/ Trickster

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Harry has a Marcone dolly.

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John + ((Duster + Cowboy boots) x scumbag smacktalking) = true love

(Anonymous) 2012-01-11 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
Since he was a teenager having his first crush to a Jack Palance movie, John Marcone has Liked Cowboys. John Marcone has reallly liked cowboys. Sure, they'll break your heart, but if you're lucky, they'll tie you up or sweep you off your feet before they do. And if you're really lucky, they'll do both. John Marcone, meet Harry Dresden.

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Strategic Seduction

(Anonymous) 2012-01-11 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
So y'all remember that little scene at the end of White Night when Harry walks in on Helen sitting on John's lap? Both with clothes a bit mussed? And Harry was having these regretful thoughts about not having better timing, so as to interrupt something pornier and snark about it.

In the following conversation, John makes it clear he knows Lara is puppeting Papa Raith and Harry is in on it. Is it not reasonable to assume that his powers of observation also extend to noticing Harry's reaction to the tableau he walked in on? And, of course, John and Harry did seem to spend a bit of the previous night's battle sharing their great enjoyment of the sight of Thomas and Lara. Pattern matching would seem to indicate that Harry is far more comfortable and relaxed around John in sexualized situations that involve at least one other person.

I want to see just what John might do with this knowledge.

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Murphy/Female: Feminization, Trust, Switchiness

(Anonymous) 2012-01-11 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Murphy being consensually feminized in a kink scene. Major trust thing for her. I'm thinking female partner, background of an established relationship of switching through various BDSM roles.

Alwaysagirl!Harriet/Marcone, now with Added Raith Family Soap Opera

(Anonymous) 2012-01-11 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Alwaysagirl!Harry was found and taken in by the the Raiths after Malcolm's death. It's an interesting question whether Lord Raith would have tried to kill boy!Harry or found a wizard step-son sufficiently useful to be permitted to live.

I think we all know how he would have dealt with a wizard step-daughter.

Lara, who is not yet fully able to break free of Daddy Dearest's mind control, can sneak around enough to get Harriet out. (Perhaps she can make contact with Lea?) Lara seriously does not want to send Harriet to the White Council (both for reasons of not strengthening their ranks and the kind of treatment a known relative of vampires would get), so she (and probably Lea) come to an arrangement with a certain mob boss who is establishing power in the supernatural world. Lara and Lea pretty much sell Harriet to John Marcone.

Creepiness about Harriet having thought she had a nice happy childhood with a wonderful stepfather after her dad died, only to find out what he was preparing for her, that he raped and/or murdered his older kids, and that he killed her mother as she was born. The comparisons between Lord Raith and Marcone- who treats her enormously better than her stepfather would have but will never willingly let her go.

Long-term tension about doing something about Lord Raith before Inari grows up to be the next incest victim and Thomas' Obfuscating Stupidity ceases to be enough to preserve his life.
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Yay. seconding on principle of genderwapped harry, enforced by level of canon divergence.

How old is Harry in this> Malcolm dies at age six...

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(Anonymous) 2012-01-11 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Murphy teaches Molly all about using a strap-on skillfully. Hmm, or maybe Gard is the mentor?

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Or Luccio, who also has considerable experience co-opting phallic symbols... :D

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Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division

(Anonymous) 2012-01-11 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. notices some interesting things going on in the Chicago area and has the bright idea of trying to add one Harry Dresden to the Avengers initiative.

There are unexpected side effects.

Re: Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division

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Does he short out Stark's Ironman suit?

Harry/Hendricks or Marcone, held down

(Anonymous) 2012-01-11 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry's a big guy; he wouldn't be used to having a regular person able to hold him down. Hendricks and Marcone are solidly built, strong men. I'd love Harry's reaction to being held down by one of them - shock, surprise, arousal - and where it would lead from there.

Re: Harry/Hendricks or Marcone, held down

(Anonymous) 2012-01-14 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Woo that just triggered a kink...

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Harry/Kincaid, Donar, Erlking, Hendricks, or Marcone

(Anonymous) 2012-01-12 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Harry getting rimmed for the first time. It's my iron-clad kink, so I'd love to see it with any of the men listed above dishing it out. Heck, do one of each. I won't mind.

Re: Harry/Kincaid, Donar, Erlking, Hendricks, or Marcone

(Anonymous) 2012-01-12 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry for forgetting to put the kink in the subject line. In case it wasn't clear, the kink is rimming. *g*

The Equivalent Of Bob

(Anonymous) 2012-01-12 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
I really enjoy the idea that Hendricks is brilliant. Maybe he's the Bob to Marcone's Harry. Is Marcone constantly caught off-guard by Hendricks' knowledge of seemingly random yet narratively important information? Show me him patiently explaining something- philosophy, accounting, the social dynamic of lemurs for all I care- to an audience of one John Marcone.

Re: The Equivalent Of Bob

(Anonymous) 2012-02-11 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I just have an image of Hendricks going on game shows and dominating. And from there my brain went to the SNL celebrity jeopardy skits. What is my brain?

Or Hendricks being an insomiac who goes on wiki/tvtropes binges.

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Morgan Morgan Morgan

(Anonymous) 2012-01-12 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
This meme needs more Morgan.

Morgan/Harry, Morgan/Carlos... Morgan/whoever (preferably not Marcone, we've got plenty of him)

prompts: spontaneous!sex, in a closet/dressing room, against the wall

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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)


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

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(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

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Carlos/Molly:Meeting the Parents

(Anonymous) 2012-01-12 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
The rise of a new supernatural threat requires Carlos renting a place near Harry's as on the spot reinforcement. Thanks to this he gets to sit in on Harry's cases and help supervise Molly's training who has shown a surprising talent for entropy based water magic. After a few dates,one thing leads to another and Harry walks in on them on playing pantless tonsil hockey on his couch.

Molly decides to bring Carlos to meet her family who suffers a full interrogation from Charity with Micheal playing peacemaker. Harry is torn between vouching for him and wanting to punch him in the face for touching "his" apprentice while realizing agreeing with Charity is a sign of the apocalypse.

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(Anonymous) 2012-01-12 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
There's also the part of Harry that just wants to make popcorn, sit back, and laugh.

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Harry and Molly sitting in a tree

(Anonymous) 2012-01-12 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly's in class looking over some potions homework Harry set out forher and looking through a Japanese dictionary for spell names,when a fellow classmate notices she's been doodling drawings of chibi Harry on her notebook for the past seven minutes. Basically a normal day at school for Molly and her explanations of her involvement with Harry to her friends.

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Yes. Want this so much. I imagine their relationship would look so very weird to outsiders.

Meddlesome Mothers

(Anonymous) 2012-01-12 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Mother Summer/Harry/Mother Winter

Instead of going to possibly insane Mab, Harry first visits the Mothers. They were nice and reasonable last time, right? It's not often they get a nice, strapping young mortal visiting... and a temporary power lone wouldn't hurt anything, right?

Meanwhile there's a Queen that Is throwing a tantrum in the corner.

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As my mental images of the queens are Hellen Mirren as Mother Summer and Judi Dench as Mother Winter, I need this to be filled.

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Ace Attorney

(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
So has anyone else played the ace attorney games for the Nintendo DS? I hope so 'cause I had a crazy idea when I was playing it earlier.

Harry Dresden's been taken to court (for whatever reason) and the only lawyer he could find to defend him was this slightly crazy spiky haired guy called Phoenix Wright.


Alternately - Harry Dresden, young new lawyer just about to do his first trial. The prosecuting attorney? The legendary John Marcone, who's never lost a case and doesn't intend to now.

C'mon, don't tell you you don't want to see Harry in court, yelling objections like so: http://objection.mrdictionary.net/go.php?n=5486339
(Link leads to flash image of pointy haired dude in a blue suit pointing his finger and objecting to the idea that Harry Dresden doesn't get a lot of sex.)
And Marcone arguing with him thusly: http://objection.mrdictionary.net/go.php?n=5486359
(Link leads to flash image of a guy in red suit and white cravat pointing his finger and objecting to the objection that Dresden doesn't get a lot of sex.)

Both flash images use sound - they shout "objection!" and have word typing sounds. Just thought I should mention that.

(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Chicago isn't the only time Micheal's met Nicodemus. In fact, he's seen him non-violently on mission where the Denerian was only to happy to help the father watch over his kids. Happily, by showing a divination of a prospective future of Harry and his young (around Proven Guilty aged) Molly fucking each other.

Considering what Charity thought, how hard would it hit Micheal?

(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
OMG that is utterly creepy! I'm assuming Nicodemus has some way of convincing Michael that the divination isn't a fake?

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Everything I need to know about startups, I learned from a crime boss

(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
Fun GigaOm article:

Everything I need to know about startups, I learned from a crime boss


Run with it, nonnies.

Continued Fill from Round Four: We Are All Phoenixes

(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 02:58 pm (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.

Link to previous parts: http://dresden-kink.dreamwidth.org/2675.html?thread=2962291#cmt2962291.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 4/5

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So now that I'd made the decision, there was really only putting it into play to do.

Which turned out to be much harder than I had suspected it would be, even after seeing the way Thomas's eyes had gleamed at me in the park.

Then again, how exactly do you say to your White Court vampire brother, "I know you can't touch Justine and you're sad about that and I don't really have a solution, but what about if your wizard brother, who you don't know at all, gets in between you and we try to have sex that way?"

Yeah. That would only end up with Thomas's hands around my throat about the tenth or eleventh word. When it came to Thomas and Justine, silence just pervaded the apartment. They were there, and I saw them, and they didn't try to hide what they were feeling, but we didn't talk about it. Not that way.

But of course neither of them was going to save my ass and come up with some way to say it, because neither of them was that stupid. That left it up to me to open my big mouth and mess things up.

As usual.


I waited until Thomas was out, running or feeding or whatever it was he was doing to keep himself alive. Justine sat curled up in a corner of my couch, the way she did whenever she wasn't in her wheelchair or in bed, watching the fire as if it was a TV. Her eyes were clearer now, her face a little more full, and she seemed to have grown into wearing the silver hair. But she still didn't talk a lot.

I cleared my throat. Justine twitched her head in my direction, and I decided it was the best invitation I was going to get. "Justine, what, um, do you think should happen next?"

Justine blinked at me, her eyes large and hazy, but getting less hazy as I watched. "What do you mean?"

I took a deep breath and stared at my hands. I thought I could say this if I could just get all the way through it without being interrupted, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. So I had to make it sound as good as I could in as few words as possible.

"It's just, I think there's a way you and Thomas could sort of touch, you know? If we were in bed and I was in the middle, and you were on either side of me, and--" I saw Justine's mouth opening, and sped up, but she didn't try to say anything. Probably her jaw was dangling at my audacity. Well, that was better than the slap across the face I'd assumed I was going to get by this time. "Anyway, it could sort of work, you know? And that way you could be together. Sort of. Um. I could close my eyes or something? I don't know, it's an idea, because I hate to see you and Thomas being torn apart by this, and something has to change, and..."

I trailed off. I honestly hadn't expected to talk that much, and I had to give Justine a chance to speak, after all.

Justine continued to stare at me. Then she looked away, and I swallowed. It felt as though someone had withdrawn the pin that was going to drive me into a collecting board.

"I'm so tired of people making sacrifices for me," Justine whispered. "And this would just be another of them."

"For who?" I asked, frowning at her. "For you? Then of course we don't do it. But I don't think it would be for Thomas, not really." The way my brother's eyes burned when he looked at her, I doubted he would give up any chance to be close to her. The main problem was keeping him from strangling me for touching her.

"For you," Justine said, and scowled at me, her eyes brighter than I'd seen them since we brought her home. "Because you're only doing this because you want to help us, and not because you want to sleep with us or anything."

I fumbled, and flushed, and mumbled, and finally said, "Look, Justine, I'm going to show you something, all right? Because it's better than trying to tell you."

Justine eyed me frostily, but nodded.

I leaned forward and kissed her.

Her lips were colder than I expected, and her hands fell open on the couch as though she'd let go of some high rope. But then they roamed up and settled on my shoulders, and she was gasping into my mouth, and her mouth was open when I pulled back and her eyes were looking at me in wonder.

"See?" I said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as gently as I could. "It's not going to be a hardship for me."

"And what about me?"

That was Thomas's voice, coming from the doorway. I shivered, and then I stood up and walked toward him. Action before thought. It was what I did best, right?

Thomas stood there with his arms folded, his hair as perfect as ever, even though he hadn't combed it that morning. It just looked shaggy and soft, and I wanted to run my fingers through it. I reached up and did that, dragging my hand down so that my nails were on his face, and Thomas opened his mouth and stared at me like Justine had.

I grinned at him. Sometimes it was neat surprising my big brother.

I kissed him, and his lips were a lot warmer than Justine's. And if I stopped listening to the part of me that was shrieking He's a man! A male! With a dick! Like yours!, or at least decided that it really said something about me that I was thinking that instead of He's your brother!, then it was nice.

Then Thomas wrapped his arms around me, and leaned on me, so I had to stagger to take his weight.

And it became more than nice. It became something that lit fireworks behind my eyes and candles in my brain. I was gasping when I finally pulled away from him and put my hands on his arms to settle myself.

Thomas's eyes glittered like stars as he looked from me to Justine, the first time since the confrontation with Lara in the park that I'd seen him look alive. Then he nodded to me, and held out his hand to Justine, who wrapped hers in a fold of the blanket before she lifted it to touch his.

"I want this," Thomas said. He looked down my body, and smiled. "And I can see you do, too."

I swallowed shakily and grinned at him. "Yeah. I do."

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(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
It shouldn't have been possible for it to happen, but it did: instead of Sue going back to her rest, she came back to life (for reals, not just as a skeleton), and the magic ramped up her intelligence to some degree. After that night was over, she escaped into the Nevernever to have suitably T-Rexish adventures. Shameless wish-fulfillment fic (with, for instance, ridiculous powerups and relatively easy defeat of anybody who could be classified as her enemy) would be awesome, but not necessary.

I just want the adventures, but here's some optional side/future plots: a dinosaur skeleton has gone missing; what will the museum (and other interested parties) do? Harry's necromantically-animated dinosaur got loose; what will the Wardens do, and how will he avoid getting killed? Sue and Harry meet again, preferably when she saves his life in the Nevernever.


Rex, Regina 1/?

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Characters: Sue, Various Fae Creatures
Pairings/Kinks: None. Warnings: None.
Summary: She was Harry's first attempt at necromancy, not as refined as an experienced necromancer would have it, and being so close to the epicenter of the darkhallow left them... changed.

A/N-Shameless crack and wish-fulfillment because the idea would not leave me alone. Curse you kinkmeme.

It Starts...

Sue snorted, and rocked to the side so that her weight would shift and she could stand up. She looked around in curiosity, her hunger sated for the moment. She remembered prey. A whole field of it, stupid and raw hers. Hers for the taking! Shambling, dumb two-legged beasts without armor and oh-so-delicious... it had been a good hunt. But they were gone now, the storm had passed (as they always do) and now she was in a place that was neither the stony wood of death or the fern filled havens of her birth. She was a tiny bit confused, and sniffed the air, pacing in a circle that crushed thorns and swatted aside trees. The air smelled bad. Horrible; like carrion that had been left out too long in the muck.

She wondered, briefly, where she was, though it probably didn't matter and she wasn't too worried. Nevernever, something inside her supplied. She wondered where other-self was. Other-self. The self that pushed her on, and guided her out of the stony wood. As a dinosaur, life was very simple. There was the self, Sue Though when had she begun referring to herself as such? There was prey. Yummy, yummy prey other-self had guided them too. There was predator. Though they were gone, now, she knew as other-self had known. And she was Rex. There was other-selfs, though seen rarely and used only for the making of new selfs. And there was the not-eatables. Sue glanced around once more, but all she saw were the fourth kind. Boring kind.

She shook herself and began walking. She didn't care for the new territory, it smelled funny, and she wanted to know where other-self was. Sue remembered screaming, and chasing the prey as it ran to harm other-self. Sue ran through the storm that seemed to touch everything but Sue. Sue remembered... biting it. A little. The great Tyrannosaurus had snapped at the cloud in irritation just before it burst, and Sue remembered being lifted off her feet.

Remembered being broken apart, but Sue was... already dead. You can't kill what is already dead. Sue briefly wondered what a Darkhallow was, why absorbing it would be a bad thing, and then jumped a ravine only to land in snow.

Despite being an ancient dinosaur with limited intelligence, looking behind her to see the near perfect line between winter and barren land, she could tell something was very, very wrong. Because she was an ancient dinosaur with limited intelligence, she didn't care.

"What. Is. That?" A pompous voice questioned, and Sue looked around to spot a shiny-dressed creature riding up on a four-legged beast. Horse, said the echo of other-self, faery horse.

"I believe it is some kind of... lizard, my lord." A different voice quavered. "There was a, ah, situation in the mortal world not far from here some time ago. Necromancers."

Necromancers. Dirty, mucky things, Sue thought even though she wasn't sure what a necromancer was. Not fit for eating. Fit for killing, though. She prowled closer and froze as the armored prey drew forth a big pointed stick. Lance and turned his steed toward her. Sue wasn't hungry. For the first time in over ten million years. She had been inclined to let the preys go.

"Creature, you have trespassed into Winter, you shall be driven out, or driven through." The shiny prey then charged, the other being beneath it giving a warning whinny, and Sue snorted as a phrase she didn't understand filtered through her tiny dino mind.

Oh no he didn't.

She swished her tail, another phrase flashing before her eyes.


Her powerful legs curled under her, and she sprung. Unnatural winds whipped around as she landed on the blown-prone armored prey and crushed its chest. Her clawed feet tore into the armor plating like built in magical can openers.

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Position Kink

(Anonymous) 2012-01-14 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Anyone, preferably Harry, on his knees with a dildo inside of them. The dildo is anchored to the floor, and his hands are tied behind his back with the binding looping under the dildo so he can't get free unless someone helps him up.

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When Harry accepted Marcone's offer of a ride he wasn't expecting that kind of ride. Harry/John, car sex.


Fill: Joyride 1/1

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Characters & Pairings: Harry/John, one-sided fantasy
Kinks: fantasy, masturbation, vehicular, carsex, unsafe driving, AU, AU:Near Miss
Content notes: no mandatory notes. Dangerous fantasy driving.
Notes: set in the Near Miss (“http://archiveofourown.org/series/10160”) universe. Near Miss is a Dresden Files AU where John Marcone never became the leader of Chicago's underworld but did become Harry Dresden's mechanic. Not exactly what you were looking for, OP, but hope it’s still enjoyable.

It’s nighttime and raining. Dark already, and the clouds make it like pitch, the sky a bruised sort of purple that the streetlights reflect off of, glinting wherever they catch the rain. Some thunder rumbles, a flash of lightning, the rain falling harder and he knows it has to be like ice, like someone scooped it up right from the middle of the lake and tossed it down. The windshield wipers whip and whir, sending water flying, and it’s still like trying to see through the center of an ice cube. He’s driving slowly; it’s late enough that there’s not much traffic on the side streets, and the Caddy’s wheels are still whizzing and splashing in the puddles, sending up sheets of water whenever he takes a corner.

There, a few feet ahead-- someone he recognizes, even from behind and in the dark, hunched over against the rain and the cold. Hard not to recognize him. Not that many near seven-foot scarecrows walking around, and only this one, looking like he borrowed his clothes from a bad Spaghetti Western set and then swam here in them, would be stupid enough to be out in this weather. (Mm, cowboy-- have to remember that one)

He slows down, trying not to drench the guy as he passes-- not that it would matter, he’s already soaked through-- and pulls to a stop a foot ahead of him, reaches over and rolls down the passenger window. “Dresden,” he says. “Get in.”

Harry blinks at him, squints through the rain, and his face blooms in that open, unguarded smile just like it does every time and he never seems to notice. "John Undertruck," he says, and even though it has to feel like being drenched in ice water he just keeps standing there, grinning like a loon.

“Get in the car,” John says, and reaches over and pops open the door. And then “What-- fuck-- Christ, what are you, a dog?”

Harry stops shaking and grins at him, wet hair sticking this way and that, and reaches over to wipe the water off John’s face, his hand approximately the size of a manhole cover.

John sputters, flips his hand up and bats at Harry, smears the water across his forehead and up into his hair. The gel there’s almost gone as it is and it gives to the pressure and the wet-- it was a long day, became a long night. He’s only just getting off work, more than twelve hours after he started. “I didn’t pick you up for that kind of ride, Dresden,” he says. (His stomach gives a tingle and a pulse, warming up.)

Harry laughs out loud, that big endearing uncontrolled way he has, higher pitched than he’d probably like pointed out and all gaspy like he’s choking on it. “And after I flashed some ankle and everything? Some of us have bills to pay, pal. Lemme back out.” He pouts dramatically and settles in the passenger seat, pulls his seat-belt across, clipping it in.

John taps on the gas, guides the car smoothly through the rain and the puddles and down the empty street. “What are you doing out here? And what did you do to your car?”

Harry grimaces. “Flat tire.” He chews a little, like he’s going to say something else, then squints out the window, points. “Kedzie’s close. Could you drop me off?”

John follow’s where he’s pointing, more out of habit than because he doesn’t know where the L stop is, a few intersections over. “You headed home?”

“Yeah,” he nods, digs in the pocket of his ridiculous canvas duster and pulls out a crumpled CTA card. “Case closed. And there was much rejoicing.”

“I’ll drive you,” John says, and purposefully takes a road that will take them around Kedzie and not by it.

“Kind of out of your way, isn’t it?” Harry asks. “Wait. How do you know where I live?”

“The whole shop knows where you live, Dresden. Liz only has to come tow your death trap out of the parking lot once a month.”

“...Point,” he concedes, and turns that dopey easy grin on him again, gives a look that’s as casually considering as he can manage. Not very. “You just getting off work? You’re all greasy.” He reaches out, rubs a long finger down John’s hand where it rests on the gear stick, between two of his fingers where the oil and lubricant and plain old dirt tends to settle, just brushes the sensitive underside of his wrist. “Don’t they have water where you work? Soap?” (Here we go.)

John grunts, eyes Harry back, that stupid smile, the way his hair is plastered to his head, so dark when it’s wet it’s as good as black. “Something blue, yellow, and pink took up all my time yesterday. Had some catching up to do.”

“Aww. Poor guy. You work too hard,” he says, completely innocent of any admission that it’s his own fault. He pats John’s thigh, then grips it and gives it a rub. (He can’t help the smile, smug. That’s right, make a move.)

Harry’s hand stays there as they whisk through the dark, rubbing absently. He waits until they’re idling at a red light before he gives up the ghost, strolls right across the last few inches that would provide any deniability. From a pat that could be mistaken for buddies if you squinted, to that massive hand warm and squeezing John’s inner thigh.

John looks over at him.

“Are you sure about that ride?” Harry’s eyes, usually beer-bottle brown, are just dark and deep in the shadows. His hair flops around his face, starting to dry, making him look like a Wookie who had an accident with a live wire.

John smiles, and Harry unbuckles with a grin, silhouetted by the sudden glow of the green light.

It’s an old car, not as ancient as Harry’s Beetle, but old enough that there’s no flashing light, no ding ding ding ordering Harry’s seat-belt done up again, just cold fingers popping the buttons of his fly, pushing aside the folds of his briefs. Then hot breath against his groin and his dick in Harry’s oversized hand. They hover there for a while, John’s foot on the brake, the green getting stale.

He hits the accelerator just as the light goes yellow, tires sputtering in the puddles. A beat up old Pinto comes around a corner and pulls out in front of him and he changes lanes in an instant, gets back in front of it a few car lengths later and pushes Harry’s head down just in case he decides he wants to get up. Harry snorts and gives his shaft a wet, messy lick, and John laughs, just a little, his whole body revving like an engine, catching the next set of lights at the yellow too.

Harry’s humming between his legs as John drives, just playing the head, wrapping his lips around and sucking, dragging them off with a pop and a smack. It’s a nasty little tease that has John’s foot tensing on the gas pedal. He draws it out until John floors it, full weight on the gas and jamming his hips up.

The acceleration flattens him back in his seat and his dick pops deep into Harry’s mouth. He doesn’t even slow as they run up towards a late-running semi, trundling slowly through the street, rear lights getting brighter and brighter until John whips them into the oncoming lane, charges past the truck, and slides back across the double-yellow line just before they can plow into a compact. Harry’s bobbing his head, just wet hot pressure up and down, up and down.

The blue lights start behind them and Harry snickers around his cock, a conspiratorial little vibration right-fucking-there as John grins and swings them wide onto the freeway. There’s traffic here, just enough not to get out of the way fast enough so he’s darting between them, the lights getting farther behind. The cruiser speeds up, narrowly misses clipping the front of a delivery van-- and shoots right past the exit John’s jerked them onto. He flips on the air conditioner, the window fogging up between his panting and the way his skin’s getting all hot and sweaty, and watches the lights disappear. (Heh. Can’t catch me, coppers. What road is-- doesn’t matter.)

The rain’s slowed to a drizzle, splattered against the windows, making little shadows that pepper the wheel, the dash, Harry’s back and the top of his head when John looks down. Harry rolls back enough to smirk at him, mouth pulling up in one long slow drag, popping off his dick and leaving it wet and red. It bobs against his face, jaw just stubbly enough to make John’s hip roll and jerk, leaving a wet smear across his cheeks.

“Thanks for the ride, John,” he says, and John pushes the gas pedal to the floor again, hitting every green light for the rest of the trip, Harry swallowing all the way down his dick and sending stars off behind his eyes until he swears and curls in on himself, abs contracting in a crunch, reaching one-handed for the off-brand tissue box beside the mattress, bringing a handful down and trying to catch the come dripping to his balls. His ability to fantasize giant large-handed men blowing him has left the building; his brain is all dazed and slow.

He kicks the blankets away, flings one arm over his eyes and pumps a few more times, just the right pressure with his thumb at the head, the base, to make the fresh sensitivity burning and pleasant, pants until the sweat pooling at his lower back begins to go cold, the click click click of the fan he has instead of air conditioning finally louder than his heart.

Not a bad way to start off a weekend.

The phone rings, discordant, the cheap base ratting against the top of the little bar fridge where it lives. He drops his arm and rolls his head to squint at it. Not many people have his number. Of course, if anyone he didn’t give it to really wanted it, it wouldn’t be hard to get, but the Business has mostly forgotten about him. If Marco ever stopped to play ‘where are they now’ when filling his new role as Madeline Raith’s personal pussy-licker, John’s damn sure he wouldn’t get the warning of a phone call first.

He forces himself up onto one elbow so he can grab the handset, pulls himself around to sit sideways on the mattress and swipes at his crotch, trying to sop up as much of the spunk cooling in his pubes with the tissue as he can. “Hello?”

“John. You busy?”

He feels the crow’s feet around his eyes tighten, just a little, and makes sure to keep the smile out of his voice. “Whadda you want, Dresden?”

“A ride?” It’s resigned, hangdog, tired. Everything that Harry always is. His voice on the phone, friendly and familiar, brings home just how much he isn’t the suave, pat guy who could give road head during a police chase-- and just how okay John is with that.

They’ve known each other a few months and Harry’s bulled into his life, leaving handprints all over his routine like the dings and scrapes he leaves on his poor piece-of-shit car.

So yes, John will run a washcloth over his balls and get the spunk out and then he will go pick up this poor asshole who has done something to his car again, and that works for him.

Still, he’s laughing a little as he says: “Sure thing, Dresden. I can give you a ride.”

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New Fill Request Gentleman Johnny

(Anonymous) 2012-01-14 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Marcone sometimes comes through (with mercenaries) and sometimes just growls when Dresden deigns to ask for help.

I'd love something around Changes about that interaction, whether pre (just how was that shaking out with drug supplies? Were people disappearing as food on the run?) or three sentences after the book, but really anything would be good.

Marcone pov, Hendricks, whatever.

Spy Kid

(Anonymous) 2012-01-14 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone tries to use a modified entropy curse on Harry, resulting in him being de-aged to pre Justin. Thing is, he was at home when the curse went off so no one else knows what happened, and kid!Harry, with the assistance of Mr. Bob, Monster Mouse, and a whole lot of stage magic have to find the culprit and reverse the spell.

Kid fic from Harry's point of view, please.
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This sounds fun, but a question - does Harry remember his life, or is his mind reverted with his body?

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