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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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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.

Inception crossover/fusion

(Anonymous) 2012-03-28 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
I know we had a prompt about the Inception team attempting extraction on Harry and running up against his incredibly terrifying subconscious, so in sort of the spirit of that--

What happens when they try and go up against Marcone's?

Re: Inception crossover/fusion

(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
What if they meet the tiger Marcone has inside?

Or the thug he was as a kid and now keeps locked up?

So many delicious possibilities...

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Harry Licks It Up

(Anonymous) 2012-03-29 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Feeding Harry is fun. Sexing Harry up is fun. And two great tastes go great together. Let's see Harry licking delicious food off someone's cock. Or maybe several someones' cocks? Flesh cocks, tentacles, strap-ons all welcome.

Always-a-girl!Harry / Kincaid, courting

(Anonymous) 2012-03-29 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd really love to see Kincaid being confronted by always-a-girl!Harry Dresden and deciding that the feisty tall wizard is the one he wants to bed.
Since Harry only goes for serious relationship, courting ensues (Kincaid style obviously) pitted against the kind of Dresden-verse shenanigans we know Harry's love life is rife with.
Bonus points for him actually deciding he wants to keep her in his bed, once he gets her there!
yaspis: Make tea, not war! A soldier with a tea cup for a helmet. (Default)

Re: Always-a-girl!Harry / Kincaid, courting

[personal profile] yaspis 2012-07-04 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Ye gods. "Big shot Valentine" just took on a meaning of a wholly new calibre. Say it with expensive firearms and lovingly crafted handmade brass knuckles! And what of the Hellhound-y aspects of it? Oooh.

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Harry / Kincaid

(Anonymous) 2012-03-29 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Anon would really love some Harry/Kincaid story were Kincaid conquers Harry through gifting of magical objects, lessons in self-defense and the like!

I'd like Harry to be oblivious at what Kincaid is doing (no matter who tries to warn him) because Kincaid barters for each thing, making it seem like Harry is giving something up for each skill or gift while he actually accepts only what amounts to a symbolic worth of what he's giving the wizard.

Also, I'd like Kincaid to be succefful in the end ;)

Bonus points for Marcone taking notes (or Hendricks for him) from the sidelines, on how-to-succefully-manipulate Dresden.


(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Ok so Harry's father was really Loki, he doesn't know the Malcome Dresden was actually a god. With a Powerful wizard for a mother and a god for a father how does this change Harry's strenght?

I want Harry to somehow meet Asheron and his merry band of complete fuck-ups, (seriously what else would you call someone who sells their soul to Artimus for one act of vengence?) I want him snarking at all these gods and the dark hunters. I want the shock that someone is taller than Ash.

Have Harry growing into his powers, his interactions with Doner Vanderburg (Odin) now that he knows he's his grandfather. does Loki claim him? did Lea know? How does this effect John Marcone and his efforts to hire Harry?


perferably with a John/Harry pairing.

what does Odin do to the White Council for their actions against Harry???

Re: DresdenFiles/Dark-Hunters

(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
Whenever I hear about that series, there's a moment of confusion as I remind myself that the title has nothing to do with Bionicle. And then I get disappointed.

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Dresden/Marcone, moving the world or The Knight of Chicago

(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Soooo, Harry is shaping up to be one of the most powerful wizards around if he has the time to get there, right?

And Marcone is the first mortal to ever become a Free-Holding Lord in the Unseelie Accords.

Let's say that, for whatever reason, Harry found himself in the position of selling himself to someone else rather than Mab. Let's say that Marcone -was- an option. (Harry wasn't as bad off or something like that, I leave it up to the author)

And let's say that sex was needed to seal it, maybe on Demonreach or something like that?

I would like the plot, with the sex scene being the middle of the fic instead of the end, but I'll go with just the sex scene too. Everything Anon can offer me, really!

I want earth-moving sex, literally or as literally as we can get.

Dresden becoming Chicago's Knight under Marcone's rule (and maybe Marcone getting some unprecedented benefit out of it, like the same kind of semi-immortality Harry has?) and to become it he needs to be sexed up. In Chicago. Under the bare sky. (Other condisionts up to Anon).

The power released is so much that it's heard all around.

It's wild sex and wild magic bent only by their wills.

It's heard in Chicago, Dresden allies all feels it (up to Sanya, Eb, Ramirez and whoever you want that doesn't reside in the city), Marcone allies feels it (from the lowly thugs to Hendricks to Gard and Donar Vadderung), the NeverNever feels it, the wizards feels it, the Archive and Kincaid feels it.

The whole works, pretty much. I would like to get the sex and the reactions of those who feel the massive shift in powers that comes with it.

Also (and that's a must): Marcone gets turned on as hell by it, like... teenager-levels of lust and refractory period time. It's all magic. All around him. All in him. All enveloping him and Dresden. Lighting up the sky, showering him in that power while he finally gets what he wanted either all along or for most of his knowledge of Dresden.

Bonus points for: Soulgaze-effect triggered by the ritual. They see each other again and they see how much both of them has changed (possibly because they are now bound in so many ways that the ritual himself is showing them who they are bounding with? Anons please feel free to work your own version!).

Please, please, please anons!

Re: Dresden/Marcone, moving the world or The Knight of Chicago

(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
It was "(Other conditions up to Anon)." >_> *eyeballs previous post*

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(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Pairing popped into my head and now I'm incredibly intrigued! Though slightly lacking in the prompt part of this prompt...

Uhm. Luccio/Kincaid, original!Luccio very welcome, maybe they get thrown in together in a firefight and form a temporary alliance to kick ass and as first dates go it's a huge sucess? Or anything!

Harry Dresden / John Marcone, unleashing the inner thug

(Anonymous) 2012-03-31 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Someone hires a wizard (or warlock) to perform a spell and strip Marcone of all of the barriers between his façade and his inner thug while he's entrapped in a closed space with Dresden, expecting the mafia lord to have contigency plans to kill the wizard in place, no matter what.
It's a win-win situation, right? Either the mafia lord kills the wizard (and the wizard allies wage him war) or the wizard kills the mafia lord in self-defense (and the Outfit tries to exact revenge if it doesn't fall apart). Perfectly reasonable assumption to make, with an outside look at their previous interactions.
What I want his Marcone's inner thug, the one he was and now keeps restrained, to be free of his mental prison. Marcone's subconscious takes hold of his body, at least for a limited amount of time (a night, a day?), enclosed in yet another confined space but this time with Dresden right there, unable to get out either.
What happens, Anons? What does Marcone say or betray? What does he do to Dresden (or, even better, how does he do it)?

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OOOOOh This is relevant to my interests!

Why Is Fill 3 On the Top?

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Trigger warning for dub-con/non-con

(Anonymous) 2012-03-31 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Winter Knight!Harry is bid entertain his queens at a revel, with a display of prowess. Reluctantly, he and a partner of whichever gender get it on. While he's giving the show, one of the queen's guests decides to do more than simply watch, and fucks Harry. While he's getting rodgered, he sees someone familiar looking on.

I don't mind what paring, though I do prefer slash. And I'd love if the aftermath was the key event of the fic, be it hurtful or healing.
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Looking for Vanilla!Harry recs

(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
So I have this plotbunny.

After the awful horror that was Justin, Harry manages to slip the Wardens and keeps his head down. Way down. He stops using his magic, suppresses it, as lives as just another guy.

Well, kindda. A penniless sixteen-year-old living hand-to-mouth on the streets? He's going to be stepping on the wrong side of the law just to survive. I'd love to see a semi-feral Harry, sometimes turning up at a church for the soup kitchen or a safe place to sleep during the worst nights (and maybe having a conversation was Michael or Father whatshisface about choices and right and wrong), sometimes getting lightfingered around a rather well to-do looking guy who is way too easy a mark (I think John would let himself be robbed a little bit by poor wild-eyed Harry once, or maybe twice - then on the third time John grabs Harry's wrist, yanks him around and is on the verge of telling Harry where to go to get better training when they Soulgaze and Harry runs life fuck after and John's all 'what the hell'). With no fixed address and no letters of reference or legal documents, he's not going to have much choice in the way of careers, so ends up in a gang, getting into all sorts of crime.

Couple of years pass, and John becomes the don. Maybe the gang Harry was in was one of Marco's or they were just trying their hardest to be neutral through it all but now John's in change he's Not Happy with them - and he and Harry recognise each other...

I don't know where I'm going with this. It'll probably never get off the ground... but I really would love to read any sort of Vanilla!Harry. Anyone know of any?

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I like the way your mind works, anon.

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Fix and Lily- A Day In the Life.

(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Since these two get little to no love from anyone. I just want to see a day in their lives both in the Human world and in the Summer Court. Fix being all gallant and badass when Lilly is threatened by a supernatural beastie who decides to fuck with Summer becuase they'd unknowingly entered it's territory would be awesome as well as Fix seems to always ends up being compared to Harry in terms of Knighthood.

Re: Fix and Lily- A Day In the Life.

(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
I need this like burning and I didn't even knew it!

Molly,Lea & Lara- in Operation: Fuck Harry.

(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Molly is of legal age to be with Harry and now the only thing she has to do is make him notice her then make her move to get some of that wizard penis. And who better to help her in her quest then the Queen of the White Court and Harry's own fairy godmother who both find it extremely amusing as well as a test of their seduction skills. With Lara giving tips on sex appeal and attraction while Lea gives her an outfit that's sure to get Harry's attention as well as a few other surprises they have planned. Naturally while this is happening Molly ends up naked and molested by the both women who aren't inclined to share their new toy.

Re: Molly,Lea & Lara- in Operation: Fuck Harry.

(Anonymous) 2012-04-06 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly ends up naked and molested by the both women who aren't inclined to share their new toy.

Aren't inclined to share with each other or share with Harry? Or both disinclinations?

Magic Shop Talk

(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
I remember in one of the books where Harry mentions that a huge part of him simply wants to just be able to research and create magical stuff. I want to Harry getting to show off his hard on for magic items and getting to be a huge magic items geek with someone in the supernatural community. Doesn't matter who as long as Murphy's along to call Harry out on his nerdiness. It'd be awesome if Elaine or Carlos join in on the geekery and they start comparing magic foci.

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Magic geekery? Yes PLEASE.

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Harry Dresden, Matchmaker.

(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry Dresden is a Supernatural Matchmaker For Hire--but what happens when his magic seemingly fails him when it comes time to match John Marcone?

Flufftastic/harlequin-esque Dresden/Marcone shenanigans pretty please anon!

Re: Harry Dresden, Matchmaker.

(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
PROMPT OF BRILLIANCE. There are no words for how much I want this to exist.

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Hugs and Kisses

(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Marcone wakes to find himself curled up in (a sleeping) Harry Dresden's arms. It had to be some elaborate April Fool's joke designed to get him killed by his favorite wizard...right?
Marcone/Dresden, sleepy cuddling and mindless kisses (and/or more) please.

Fill: XOXO 1a/1

(Anonymous) 2012-04-15 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
Characters & Pairings: Harry Dresden/John Marcone
Kinks: gratuitous cuddles, fish out of water, situational:time travel
Content notes: no mandatory notes.

Waking up is a fight, and John struggles through layers of grogginess and headache that are profoundly unfair, seeing as he’d managed to get to bed only a little after midnight the night before. Maybe Hendricks had put sleeping pills in his drink. Or switched him to decaf again. He had been making his monthly noises about the benefits of a full eight hours.

When he finally opens his eyes, part of his brain must still be asleep, because first he notices the soft morning light coming in through the windows, and wonders how deeply he overslept for the sun to be that high in January, and then he notices the pillow case, which is a dark navy unlike that in any of his bedrooms, and then he notices that his head is not on the pillow itself, that the pillow is past a shoulder that is not his own, and that he is instead resting on a hairy, bony chest.

He goes tense, and Dresden must notice, because he makes a grumbly little sound and his arms tighten.

John’s mind begins to work very, very fast.

The mundane, first: he has been drugged.

-A blackmail attempt-
-An attempt to get him to do or say something incriminating-
-A murder attempt via enraged Dresden-
-He is amnesiac in a safehouse, Dresden drugged or drunk as well-

And ramping into the supernatural, which is the same basic list albeit with ‘drugged’ replaced by ‘mental invasion.’

His beclavicled pillow shifts underneath him, with a snort and a deep breath that lifts his head. He flexes slowly, tries to push up from the mattress-- the arms tighten that much more, surprisingly strong, and he’s pulled back down to lie sprawled against Dresden.

This is ridiculous, and because it is Dresden the irritation rises over the urgency of the situation, grabs childish by the hand and brings it along on the way up, and he’s debating the merits of fingers in the ribs over committing fully to the wet willy when Dresden makes that grumbly sound again and folds over to kiss him.

It is rather like being assaulted by a halibut, albeit without the smell. But wet, slack lips descending on his face, pressed onto his cheek and chin and forehead and mouth with a smacking sound at each withdrawal.

He must have still been more asleep than he realized (or drugged, or mentally invaded) because he stares for moment before the hand that had been going for Dresden’s ear (or ribs) detours sharply and smushes against his face, pushing back his lips and nose. “Nooo,” John says, and it drags out, becomes a grumpy slur.

“Myersh,” Harry says happily against his hand and kisses that.

“Mister Dresden!” It’s a bit more slurred than snappish, but he gets it out in one try, intelligibly enough to count.

“Mmmm.” Dresden stops his piscine assault, cracking one eye and giving him a bleary look. “Me or the cat?” he says, voice grating with morning. Or at least that’s what John thinks he says, because the bed dips dangerously before he can ask, pitching him firmly into Dresden’s arms, and a mountain of fur he hadn’t noticed sleeping behind him thumps its way out of the room. He hears it plod away, maybe stairs, then a sound, distant, like a file cabinet being dragged along a tile floor.

“Mnng. You woke Mouse up,” Harry says, and flops back with a groan, pulling John down with him. “You have to feed him.” He doesn’t let go, however, big clumsy hands patting down John’s back, big mobile mouth slack and happy, and John scrambles up onto his knees, breaking his hold. “Then you should come back.”

That mouth curls into an open, honest smile, and John nearly falls off the bed getting away.

His mind races as he walks out into a hall he doesn’t know: wide, high ceilings, a hardwood floor that must be tougher than it looks to not be entirely made of up claw marks from the mammoth-sized dog. There are hangings on the walls, dark soothing colors, pattern and illustration. The styles are appealing-- inasmuch as he has a taste in tapestries these are to it.

He pushes open the first door he comes to; it swings in easily. Dark. Small. He pats down the wall inside the door and eventually finds a lightswitch. It doesn’t work, but there’s a flashlight on top of the towel rack underneath it, and he flicks it on for a cursory inspection. A bathroom. A shower and tub in the corner. A toilet. A sink. Nothing that tells him much, save that it looks tidy. Perhaps a little too tidy. Closer to a guest bathroom than a personal one. Although, if they had woken up in the master bedroom, he would expect an ensuite.

He returns the flashlight, able to make out the shapes now. Tries the flush and it works. Tries to figure out the implications of pissing in this place, can’t map all the permutations and combinations, and just holds it.

He goes to the sink; tries the tap. A rattle of pipes and a drbble of cold water. Then a rumbling flickum biccus and candles on the counter and in sconces mounted to the walls burst to life. Dresden looms up behind him, a presence he feels before he notices the curtain drawn over what must be the bathroom mirror.

“Got lost on the way?” Harry mumbles, voice clearer than before but still morning rough, and passes close enough to press a kiss to the back of John’s head, before turning to the toilet and pulling out his dick. He’s wearing boxers, just like John, and nothing else, long hairy body lined with red pressure marks from the bed.

He pisses, relaxed, and John stares at the curtain covering where the mirror would be in a standard bathroom before firming his jaw and pushing it aside.

It is still his face. He hadn’t realized that he was afraid it wouldn’t be until it is. His eyes, still. Even in the dim light, he can see that his hair is lighter, shot through with more gray.

‘The Future.’ That’s the game. ‘The Future’ in which Harry kisses him and shares a bathroom with him casually.

“You okay?” Harry asks, coming up behind him again and reaching around him to the sink, trapping him in a backwards hug. He presses his whole skinny length up John’s back, washes his hands while he kisses down John’s temple and jaw. It’s decidedly less fish-like this time. Pleasant. Quite so. Harry lingers on the bitten ear, his lips gentle and familiar. The ear’s still missing a chunk, but the scar is smooth, rounded out, the bite mark not as clearly defined. It looks worn in and well healed. That’s not age; simply wish fulfillment. “You got home so late. I didn’t think you’d be up this early.”

“Stop that,” he snaps, and pulls away from the kisses.

“Did something happen?” Harry says. Lines appear in his forehead, soft creases that all but shout ‘worried!’, which is as impossible as the entire morning so far. John wonders, distantly, if this Dresden is a simulacrum, as part of the game-trappings as the bed, the bathroom; or perhaps he is his captor, or another of those working against him, disguised. He had thought, at first, that this place, his captors, the unknown who, may have been pulling from his own thoughts, letting his expectations craft this future-cage around him, but he’s never had cause to see Harry look like this, not at him. Never near him. Could never imagine it. He has seen nothing from this Dresden-construct, whatever, whoever it may be, that the real Harry Dresden would ever show him.

John drops the curtain and it swings back over the mirror, the little swoosh of air making the candles closest flicker.

“John?” Harry asks, and his hold breaks easily when John turns and pushes against it, striding out the door and down the long hall, past other doors he doesn’t open, and down the flight of stairs the hallway ends in.

He comes out in a kitchen. Airy. Well lit. Big open windows streaming sunlight. A door to a deck and whatever’s outside. It’s so bright it’s hard to see, but there’s the vague impression of green and woodland and a dark blue smear on the horizon beyond. The file cabinet sound starts up again, and he looks to see the massive dog (Newfoundlander? Chow chow? Mastiff of some kind? Fuck. Lion?) nosing a metal basin across the floor, looking as pathetic as it can manage.

John ignores it. Walks through the kitchen, around the giant wood table, the island in the middle. Opens one cupboard to find plates, bowls. Another that is jammed full of mugs. The one above the stove is full of food, the kind it takes years to go bad, cans and boxes and plastic packages. Walks through a dining room, into a large living room, past the front foyer and then a home office, down a hallway with more doors that open at his touch. Another bathroom. A small guest bedroom. A room full of books. Something like a workshop but full of beakers and plastic bottles and old books and shelves piled high and canisters of things and what looks like a human skull tucked between stacks of more books and magazines.

It moves. John’s heart stops. Orange lights flick on in its eye sockets, and it rises up on its jawbone. “Holy slaughterhouse five, studmuffin!”

He slams the door. Turns. Back to the kitchen.

The dog sneezes at him; tips its head comically; sneezes again and pants.

“What?” he asks it.

It stands and shakes-- John takes a step back at the size of it-- and leads him to the pantry. The floor is taken up by the largest bag of dog food John has ever seen, with an empty ice cream bucket as a scoop. The generic, sold-by-the-gallon, basic flavors kind. He raises his eyebrows disbelievingly at the dog, who just lolls its tongue and noses the bowl a little closer.

John shrugs and fills the bowl almost to the brim with kibble. It’s big enough for a toddler to take a bath in. “Do they have stock in the company?” he wonders, dropping the bucket back into the bag, closing the door. His back goes cold. His stomach drops. He grits his teeth.

He will not believe in this.

This is not true.

A sound like a rampaging baboon, and Harry appears at the foot of the stairs, dressed in worn jeans and an even more worn t-shirt, the vague outlines of Darth Vader’s helmet barely discernible on the front. He’s holding a terrycloth robe and shoves it at John. “It’s not that warm yet. I can feel you getting cold.”

John frowns at that before he can help it-- this place has put him firmly off his game. No doubt its purpose. Harry rolls his eyes.

“I’m not checking all the time; I just don’t like it when you’re uncomfortable. I know. You know that.”

That is unnecessarily oblique, even for a magically-constructed con, and John just lets his frown deepen and takes the robe.

He is already wearing the boxers. If this is real, and not just projected into his brain, if this is some carved out space in the NeverNever, he could be seen to have accepted the gift of clothing by dint of not fighting them off. And he is cold. The terrycloth is cool, too, and he shivers.

Harry gives him that worried face again, is going to say something, neck swelling like a bullfrog with the preparation, then turns and sighs and starts rummaging in cupboards. John’s surprised when the rummage produces two cereal boxes-- a shredded wheat of some variety and the garish packaging of Lucky Charms, that he hadn’t imagined anyone over the age of ten ate voluntarily. He’s not without his comfort foods from times gone by, the glaring orange ramen packs he caught a glimpse of in the cupboard over the stove sent a nostalgic pang through him, but nothing with colored marshmallows really counts as a food.

Harry passes him a bowl, and then pulls out a percolator, fetching out coffee grounds and a filter after it. He bustles around, pouring the water, lighting the wood stove-- it’s not until the coffee’s brewing and he glances over to the table that he sees John still standing where he was, holding the bowl.

“John--” He presses his lips together, the faded scar there going pale. “Are you all right? Is this about last night?”

John’s saved from answering when the giant dog turns from its bowl and rears up, paws the size of dinner plates coming to rest lightly on his shoulders. The dog gets one kibble-scented slurp up John’s face before John’s reflexes kick in and he lurches back, coming up smack against the heavy wooden table. He’ll have bruises there in the morning.

If this weren’t a dream. If this weren’t a specially-engineered cage somewhere in the Nevernever where tomorrow might never happen. If this were something real.

“Mouse!” Harry says, but the dog’s already landing back on all fours, big tail wagging slowly, mouth stretched wide in a doggy smile. “Don’t you start too,” he says, gesturing with a coffee spoon. Then he shoves a coffee cup into John’s hands and takes the bowl from him, putting it down just a little more forcefully than necessary on the table with his own. The boxes of cereal follow, and then milk and cream from the fridge, placed a little more carefully next to the sugar bowl already there.

John takes a step back, eyeing the spread. Harry reaches into the Lucky Charms box and shoves a handful of cereal into his mouth, crunching it while he fills his own coffee mug. Three sugars, one long cream, the moves well practiced. John places his cup on the table before he can add cream and take a drink, because it smells delicious, promising to chase away the last of the headache in his temples, and he may already be caught, having slept here, wearing the clothes, but he doesn’t need to tangle himself any further.

Harry’s forehead creases again. “Are you feeling sick?” One of those big hands goes for his forehead; he bats it away before it can make contact.

“I’m not here to indulge your Florence Nightingale fantasies, Mister Dresden.”

“You don’t think I have the legs for a nurse’s outfit?” There’s a marshmallow stuck to the corner of his mouth. Yellow. A bit of a pot of gold.

“I don’t think you have the ass for a set of scrubs.”

“I knew you liked my legs.”

“This is quickly ceasing to be at all amusing,” John notes, casually.

Harry jerks his mouth into a sharp line, eyes hurt. He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth, marshmallow disappearing. “The Laws don’t actually allow for me to be a mind reader, John. If something’s wrong, you have to tell me.”

John considers for a moment, simply explaining in great detail what is wrong with all of this, and thinks better of it. He smiles, cooly.

He sees fire flare in Harry’s eyes and thinks: yes. This is no illusion. Because no entity would dare try to duplicate that fire. A stupid thing to think but he has a strange faith in it, in recognizing the brand of destruction that only the wizard can muster. They’ve seen each other’s souls, and that was Dresden’s. Fire and shadows and a desperation to do the right thing despite himself. That had to count for something.

It is impractical. Dangerous. Foolish to trust a hunch like this.

But maybe. Maybe he’s not alone here.

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not fond of the usual Alpha/Omega dynamic, but I find the idea of turbulent hormones rather interesting. So, the prompt.

Harry is an Omega and the Council refuse to give him the magical equivalent of the Pill/hormone suppressant drug to keep him from his heat. Bob can't help him for some reason, and Harry knows the Council have sent a few nasty Alphas his way out of spite - or it could be part of their culture that warlock Omegas are open game for Alpha wizards - so he turns to one of his more powerful allies for help. That particular ally might not be an Alpha - they might be a Beta or another Omega.

Would it be weird if I asked Dresden not get sexed up while in heat? It's one of the reasons I don't like the 'verse, lots of dub-con with very little self restraint shown by the people who are meant to have the power. So, yeah. Some palette cleansing would be awesome.

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I know you say powerful allies, but I like the thought of Harry's less-powerful friends rallying around to keep him safe (esp. Butters, who doesn't get enough love). I also like the thought that Kincaid* and Marcone would refuse to do anthing to Harry in his 'compromised' state - Marcone would say something about not being that sort of man, and Kincaid would just say that it wouldn't be any fun that way.
Of course, when it comes to powerful allies, it's hard to go past the Leanansidhe - maybe she'd object to someone else getting his submission that way?

*Every time I have to stop myself from writing 'Kinkaid' - curse you subconscious!

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Girl!Harry is the meat in the sandwich! Kincaid and Murphy gleefully introduce a somewhat skittish girl!Harry to double penetration.

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By which I mean, this, yes, please!

Harry Dresden, Baron of Chicago

(Anonymous) 2012-04-02 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
On his deathbed (possibly of old age), Baron Johnny "Gentleman" Marcone of Chicago named Harry Dresden as the man who would succeed to him as the new Baron of Chicago, ruler of the City under the Accords.

This does not relate to the Outfit, for whom Marcone had already named and primed a successor (someone who may work with Dresden, even if they don't really like each other or because they do, who knows?)

Future!Fic with a Harry who freed himself from the mantle of the Winter Knight (or Mab released him for one reason or another).


(Anonymous) 2012-04-02 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Imagine a world without Marcone. Specifically, one where he never rose to power, and died in some crime-related activity. Or even earlier than that. But that's not really the point. The point is, what would Hendricks be like in this universe? I'm imagining a universe where Hendricks is a cop in SI. Because Hendricks, Harry, and Murphy would be an awesome team and you know it.

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This is seventeen different kinds of brilliant and I need it in my life. Someone, anyone, please?

hig on painkillers!Marcone & concerned against his will!Harry

(Anonymous) 2012-04-03 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Specific prompt is specific...

Harry has to go and visit Marcone because of reasons, but he doesn't know that Marcone was injured earlier in the day. Harry is oblivious at first and they have their usual frenemy banter, but after a while he realizes that Marcone is a)pretty badly hurt, and b)high as a kite on painkillers.

Author's choice what happens next, I just want to see Harry look after Marcone for a change. Gen or preslash are both fine!

I don't want Marcone gigglystoned, just tired and a little unfocused and out of it enough to let down his guard a bit and maybe let slip things he wouldn't say otherwise.

Also, bonus if Hendricks is hovering somewhere in the background all worried and body-guardy and Marcone is all 'Chill, Dresden won't hurt me.'

Pretty please? Anon needs her h/c.

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...I did not realize how much I need this in my life. Please, anons?

The Blackstone Alien

(Anonymous) 2012-04-04 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
In anticipation of the third Men In Black movie, I give our lovely meme this:

Agent J (cough Agent Scumbag cough) and his partner Agent N (hee hee heeee) are assigned the task of helping Chicago's friendly neighborhood Red Giant, Harry.

... who is currently having trouble with handling some really upset Faeliens.


Bwa ha ha ha, Red Giant. I am so punny.

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Since MIB 3 is now out, and I saw it and it was amazing, THIS THIS THIS.

Repost to Fill: Harry's Death Curse

(Anonymous) 2012-04-04 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
We all know that Harry didn't notice he was dying at the end of Changes, but what if he did notice? Being Harry, his priorities are a little different from the average wizard.

Maybe he used his death to curse Thomas with mental health and stability, to cure Molly's injury, to ensure Maggie's safety from anything and everything, to make it safe for Justine to touch Thomas. Or, if he was in a more humorous mood, to make Hendricks be followed everywhere by a constant stream of puppies.

Just looking for any non-standard use of the death curse.


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A++++, do want!


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I looked over my shoulder to see a very, very young-looking Marcone.
He wasn’t wearing a business suit. He had on jeans and a black leather jacket. His hair was longish, a little mussed, and he also sported a stubble of beard that gave him the kind of rakish look that would attract attention from the girls who fantasized about indulging with a bad boy.
His eyes were still green—but they were the green of a summer hunter’s blind, bright and intelligent and predatory, but touched with more… something. Humor, maybe. More life. And he was skinnier. Not a lot skinnier or anything, but it surprised me how much younger it and the other minor changes made him look.

Somehow young!Marcone ends in Harry's present (possibly just after White Night or around that same period of time).

Give me Harry meeting this young Marcone, the more lively one, with more humor while still being a predator.

I love the interpretations I've seen of young!Marcone but I'd like some more focused on the lighter side of his personality instead of the rowdiness and possessive behaviour.

Bonus points for young!Marcone meeting older!Marcone and Harry getting the popcorns out for that one (and Hendricks trying not to do the same).

Even more bonus points and cookies and Internets if young!Marcone's timeline gets altered because of his presence here (creating a parallel reality as a consequence) and, upon discovery of part of the things that made Harry who he is now, he decides that screw it, he isn't going to leave young!Harry in the hands of the people that made him the jaded and hardened survivor he's already by the time "White Night" rolls around.


(Anonymous) 2012-04-05 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a moment of silence that might have been vaguely irritated. Being adolescent at someone like Marcone is good for my morale.
“Say please,” Marcone said.
I blinked. “What?”
“Say please, Dresden,” he replied, his tone smooth. “Ask me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Give me a break.”
“We both know you need me, Dresden, and I’m too tired to dance.”
I could practically see the shark smile on his face. “Say please.”
I stewed for a sullen minute before I realized that doing so was probably building Marcone’s morale, and I couldn’t have that. “Fine,” I said. “Please.”
“Pretty please,” Marcone prompted me.
Some pyromaniacal madman’s thoughts flooded my forebrain, but I took
a deep breath, Tasered my pride, and said, “Pretty please.”
“With a cherry on top.”
“Fuck you,” I said, and hung up on him.
I kicked the base of the vending machine and muttered a curse. Marcone
was probably laughing his quiet, mirthless little laugh. Jerk. I rejoined Murphy.

I need like burning Marcone being aroused by it all and starting to seriously plan a step-by-step program to successfully seduce Harry Dresden (and being able to go through with it)

WTF, I had forgotten how White Night stokes my craving for fic.

Re: Dresden/Marcone

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Snipping juicy repost of canon phone sex.

I'm kinda thinking Marcone must have made a tape of that and be prone to replaying it a lot? I also think that Harry walking into his office while Helen Beckitt was sitting in his not an accident. Seeing as it was the morning after The Most Sexually Suggestive Battle Ever.

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-05 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Last one, I swear!

I knew the look on Ramirez’s face. It was the look of a young man who wants nothing so badly as to discard the complex things in life, like civilization, social mores, clothing, and speech, and see what happened next.

I want Ramirez to be looking like this at Harry and for them to carry through on what is implied in that look (there's tragically so little fic (all good, tho) about them even though they could make a kickass couple!)

Please? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?