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Round Five by five, baby!

Round Five: 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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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.

Soulmates AU

(Anonymous) 2012-04-05 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Some people are born with another person's name on their wrist. Just the first name. It is the name of their soulmate. Not everyone gets one, and not all who do manage to find their bondmate. In modern times, finding your soulmate is somewhat easier due to the internet, though many are leery of using such sites as people are very private about the whole process of discovery.

Anon would like not a find-each-other fic, but a bittersweet thing? Maybe with a faint psychic connection between soulmates, with comfort being exchanged through touching their soulmate's name.

A finding-fic is fine too if it has something like that in it.

Pseudocyesis, But Not.

(Anonymous) 2012-04-05 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry has always wanted family, more than anything else and after watching Charity give Micheal baby after baby something snaps inside him.

He starts getting weird food cravings, has trouble sleeping, and his mood has been swinging way more than normal...

Harry wanted a family. Despite the lack of female partners (or the years-long dry spell), Harry's magic decides to give him one.

Bonus if Lash is the 'baby-daddy'.

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-06 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Right in the feels, OP.

Seconded, so very, very much.

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-06 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
In 'Dead Beat' Bob did a very slick job at seducing Harry as Necro!Bob, and I'd love to see more of that. Could be that those memories get unleased or that Harry gets thrown back into (I want to say'Kemmler' or 'Kemmel' but I'm sure I'm wrong) the badass necromancer's time, and Harry tries to grab Necro!Bob to work a way back to the future only to have it go wrong...

De-Aged Johnnie, With a Twist

(Anonymous) 2012-04-06 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
John Marcone gets de-aged into a young punk again while in close proximity to Harry. But this time its alwaysagirl!Harry.

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Holy... yes, please, yes oh so very much!

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-07 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
“So,” he said. “Mab.”
I grunted vaguely in reply.
“You hit that,” Sanya said.
I did not look at him. My face felt red.
“You”—he scrunched up his nose, digging in his memory—“tapped that ass. Presumably, it was phat.”

Some Harry/Sanya love? Please, pretty please? He's just ... always so happy to see Harry and ready to go with him or to help him out. And he's agnostic and philosophic but also badass and down to earth.
... aaaand he really sounded kind of jealous here.
Please anons?

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*giggly laughter* I love you, OP. And I am totally with you on this. If nobody fills this, I just might because there is honestly not enough Harry/Sanya. At all.

And that just makes me sad. :C


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Inception crossover

(Anonymous) 2012-04-07 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry and John adopted the boy named Arthur (suits, guns, defying gravity – need I say more?). Harry/John, obviously, and Arthur/Eames. Meet the parents.

Morning after

(Anonymous) 2012-04-08 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Dresden's just had an amazing night, wakes up - alone. All alone. No note, no nothing.

He grumps into his office and gets a call a few hours later from whoever it is, and Harry growls most ferociously at them. They are taken aback for a moment - then purr something along the lines of 'Oh darling, did I make you feel cheap?' and then they proceed to sooth Harry down over the phone. And also send him food as bribes. Maybe get him to tell them which bits of the shag were good, and return the favour in kind.

Anon is leaning towards Kincaid, or Johnny if it's set early in the timeline, but anyone will do.

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-08 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
My mind immediately went to Kincaid. I just ... I see it so. damn. well.

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-08 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
Awkward, stumbling, shy phone-sex, please!

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-14 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
seconded, but even more seconded if it includes Harry somehow. :)

I just had the crazy idea that Harry was blushing and tripping over having phone-sex with Hendricks while the Alphas played voyeurs. All as a result of Harry losing a bet during a game of D&D. Such a simple prompt, and my brain filled in so many details.

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Crack? Crack.

(Anonymous) 2012-04-08 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
I'd love to get the cast minus Harry together, somewhere, with some form of alcoholic beverage, where they would swap anecdotes on 'How I Almost Fucked Harry Dresden.'

These should start rather believable, then get more and more fantastical and cracktastic, as the next person tries to out-do the one before and the amount of booze being consumed increases.

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-09 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Sort of a backwards prompt here, but I just saw this podfic info-dump on fuckyeahpodficplatypus [http://fuckyeahpodficplatypus.tumblr.com/post/20758314661/i-know-nothing-about-podfic-due-to-some-bad-early] and it got me wondering about Dresden Files podfic.

There's some at the adiofic archive [http://audiofic.jinjurly.com/dresden-files], but not a whole lot. And I can think of lots of fics I'd love to listen to!

Is podfic something anyone here is interested in? Giving a shot or hearing? Any fics nonnies would like to hear podficced? Any nonnies up to trying, or who podfic anyway?

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I'd love more DF podfic, and I've also been on the look out for a mic to contribute to the awesome.

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Chicago Brewmeister Mac Macanally for Autism Speaks

(Anonymous) 2012-04-09 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Inspired by another bald, urban chef cooking for the Autism Speaks on this season of Chopped Champions, and wanting to see neuroatypical Harry in the meme somewhere.

Mac's pal Harry is neuroatypical: he's come to realize that. Harry certainly doesn't need Mac to fix life for him, and Mac's not big on talking about things (or talking). Instead, for Harry's birthday, he enters a competition on behalf of a charity that provides resources for people with ASD. Harry inevitably finds out-- it's not like competitions aren't well publicized.

How does Harry feel about this? Can we have some scenes of them being pals?

Mac can definitely not be a perfect friend in this one, if you want to play with people's kneejerk 'helpful' reactions to ASD, but he shouldn't be an outright asshole.

Really, I'd just be happy to see any of these elements.

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Teahouse fusion?

(Anonymous) 2012-04-09 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
The Teahouse is an online webcomic that focuses on the comings and goings of life inside a brothel which caters to high-end clients. I'd really love to see the Dresden Files crew put into a similar circumstance. Client!Marcone trying to tempt Harry into being his exclusively, Kincaid buying Murphy's time by the week and whisking her off to his country estate, Carlos' virginity getting put up for auction and getting bought by Bob who really gets his moneys worth. Or should Bob be the head pimp? Or both!

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OMG I just started reading that comic! If anyone else is curious:


Dresdenverse characters could be very juicy in that setting. Jealous!Marcone trying to buy Harry exclusively is so fucking yummy.

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"I think I'm meant to save you."

(Anonymous) 2012-04-09 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
Punk!Johnny starts to have these really weird dreams. He can see himself in them - but it's him older. Twenty - maybe thirty - years older. It's like accidentally tuning into Mexican radio, all crackly and weird, the words half-recognised but faint and fuzzy.

But he keeps having this dream. Over and over until he thinks he's going insane. And the words slowly get clearer until the message gets through. Even then, it sounds crazy. Go find a kid called Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden and save his scrawny idiot ass.

Only crazy people do things they get told to in dreams. He's not going to do it, no way.

But then he finds himself in the neighbourhood. It's not like he thinks he'll meet anyone, not with that long name to boot. Naw... but shit, there's a house on fire. Just started, looks like. He heads over, and sees this scrawny ass kid come spilling out, all wild-eyed and gangle limb.

And the name spills out of his lips, a name he'd never said out loud before but heard every night for the last fucking year and the kid jumps half his height in the air, eyes bugging as they fix on him. That sort of look thats a scream and a plea and a surrender all at once. The kind of look when you've just run out of hell only to find you've stumbled right onto the freeway and a sixteen wheeler is really excited to see you.

The dream was right about the who and the where. Maybe he really did need to save this brat. "Harry?" he tries again. "I'm Johnny. I think I'm meant to save you."

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Punk!mafia-goon!Johnny is going to save badass!magic!teenager!Harry's ass, and then they will meet Nathan Hendricks, and they will take over the Outfit with sharp knives and blazing guns and magical explosions, and John will make Harry wear suits and that will be awful but Harry will dress up so well and they will be awesome together!

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-09 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
There's been a fair number of prompts, but I've not seen many fills.

Could Luccio get some loving?

pairing up to writer. Era, up to writer.

Fill: Original!Luccio/Harry (1/1)

(Anonymous) 2012-04-12 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
*rummages through gdocs* I never quite build up the momentum to tidy this up and post it somewhere... so, here we are. This goes AU at the end of Dead Beat, in that Luccio is still in her original body, and never gets evicted by Corpsetaker.

Pairings/Characters: Harry/Luccio, Ramirez

Warnings: No mandatory warnings, moments of ageism and sexism from Harry.

Kinks: Competence, experience.

“You saved my life tonight,” Luccio said, dropping a bottle of ale on the table in front of me, “and disproved several of my preconceptions about you.”

“Oh yeah? So you don’t think I’m an evil mastermind? Morgan seemed pretty ‘die warlock die’ about the necromancy.”

“Donald is set in his ways, and for good reason. You, Dresden, are decidedly more... flexible.” Luccio took a long drink from her own bottle, draining it down before slamming it back onto the table. I’m pretty sure it was theatrics; she was trying to distract me from the half smile that had been trying to work its way onto her lined face.

“You bet. Should see me dancing the can-can.”

Luccio snorted, shook her head. “A pity.”

“What is?” All things considered, we’d come out of it pretty well tonight.

“How terribly young you are,” Luccio said. “I’m rather tense after that duel, and the most appealing candidate for a bed partner makes me feel like a cradle snatcher.”

I froze, bottle half way to my mouth. “I... wait, me?” I asked in astonishment. I don’t know what surprised me more, that she thought I was appealing, or that she’d find anyone appealing. Luccio was kind of, uh. Mature. I hastily tried to wipe any traces of those thoughts from my face.

Luccio sighed. “There we are. You have all the social graces of a giant lumbering puppy.” She looked me up and down in an assessing manner. “Perhaps I’ll buy you dinner, a few decades from now. If you make it to maturity without dying in a horribly dramatic fashion.” Luccio turned to face the room, where the Wardens under her command were doing their best to drink Mac’s dry of Ale. It was spectacularly after closing time, but apparently Mac was willing to risk trouble with the city council for an averted apocalypse. I’d remember that for next time. “Have a good evening, everyone,” Luccio said. She got several respectful nods and a couple of ‘good night’s, and then strode from the room, cloak flowing behind her in what I had to admit was a pretty kick ass fashion. I couldn't manage that without some helpful pathetic fallacy from a passing breeze.

Ramirez slipped from the branch next to me and yelled, panicking, as he began falling towards the ravening beast below.

I swore and lunged after him, grabbing Ramirez with my good hand and leaving my left arm looped around the trunk of the tree. He swung from my grip and rewarded me with a bright smile. “This only happens when I hang out with you, Dresden. What’s trying to eat us?”

“No idea,” I gasped, hauling him back up. I looked down at fangs and scales and a truly unnecessary amount of saliva. “I’m more interested in how to kill it.”

“Well,” Ramirez said, settling comfortably into a seated position on our sturdy branch and ticking off items on his fingers, “force made it stronger. Fire got it madder than you in a Council meeting. It didn’t even notice my magic. You should shoot it.”

“You think I’m hiding a gun in this t-shirt?” My gun was back in our tent, inside my coat. We were in the middle of the summer training camp, and the leather had been killing me. Though possibly not as literally as not wearing it was about to.

Ramirez sighed. “Then I’m out of ideas, Dresden. Sometimes I wish we could use cell phones, like the muggles.”

“Muggles?” I repeated, frowning at him, “Have you seriously been reading-- ARGH!”

The Fangtastic Terror below headbutted the tree. Apparently it had a skull even thicker than mine, because the resultant shaking knocked me straight off my perch. Ramirez wasn’t quick enough; I fell through the empty air, cushioned my landing on Fangtastic’s muscle bound back, and then bounced onto the loam right under its waiting maw.

“GET UP!” Ramirez yelled, raining down ineffectual green bolts on its uncaring head, “Don’t just lie there waiting to be dinner!”

“Muh,” I said, feeling woozy. Shield bracelet. This would be a good time to be using it. The creature reared back and roared. Hot spittle dripped onto on my face.

“UGH!” Ramirez said. “I CAN SMELL THAT FROM HERE.”

Ramirez wasn’t being useful, but then neither was I. Fortunately for the both of us, our disgusting tableaux was interrupted by another voice. “Dresden! Ramirez! You were due back an hour ago! You were supposed to be gathering firewood, not wandering around the woods yelling at...” Luccio trailed off as she emerged from behind another tree. “Can the two of you not be left unsupervised for five minutes?” she snapped, drawing the sword that hung from her belt.

Fangtastic made a puzzled noise, and then looked sideways at her.

“Creature,” Luccio said, “you may leave peacefully, if you do so now. We have no quarrel.” Fangtastic squinted its little piggy eyes at her. It drew in what sounded like a really unhealthy breath, all clogged with mucous. Then it charged.

“Very well,” Luccio sighed as it bounded towards her. She barely moved; as the monster was about to mow her down, Luccio took a tiny step to the side and ducked low, thrusting upwards with her blade.There was a metallic sound, as if the sword had struck something harder than flesh; a large collar, shining silver, fell from the monster’s neck. It landed by Luccio’s feet and she stepped over it, planting her sword into the earth and raising her hands. “You have lost your protection,” she said calmly, “and this is your last warning. Leave.”

It didn’t. Fangtastic roared, and Luccio looked completely unfazed. “So be it.”
She cast fire, precise crackling whip lines of flame that coiled around the creature’s neck. Luccio jerked her hands up further.

Fangtastic’s head fell off.

We stared for a moment in silence.

“That’s also disgusting,” Ramirez offered, thoughtfully.

Luccio sheathed her sword. She walked over to our slightly battered tree and looked up at him. “If you’d like to come down please, Warden.”

“Yes Captain,” Ramirez agreed, and got down to the floor in what was essentially a controlled slow motion fall.

Luccio looked down at me. I couldn’t seem to look away from the sword at her belt. “Warden Dresden, are you hurt?”

“No ma’am,” I answered, because I’m occasionally capable of good manners. “Ma’am?”


“May I buy you a drink?”

Ramirez looked at me in horror, as if I’d just tried to go bungee jumping without a rope. Luccio just smiled, and it pulled a smile out of me in return. “No, Dresden, you may not. Now back to the camp, both of you. I will be less than impressed if you arrive without the firewood I sent you for.”

She left us, in another flurry of cape.

Ramirez’s eyes were still wide. “Harry,” he said in awe. “I think your balls are bigger than your brain. She’d eat you alive!”

“She can probably still hear you,” I pointed out.

Ramirez started gathering firewood.

“Captain?” I said, dropping down next to Luccio and offering her the flask of wine that had been making the rounds. Luccio gave me a level stare. “Hey, I didn’t buy it. I’m just being polite. But I do have another question?”

Luccio nodded, taking the flask from me and gulping some down. It wasn’t really the sipping kind of wine.

“Your sword. The Warden’s swords. Where do the Council get them?”

“I make them,” she said. I stared. I had a mental image of blacksmiths, courtesy of the fantasy books I read in my downtime. Luccio wasn’t slight by any means, but she wasn’t the kind of big burly guy that sweat over the forge, bulging with thews. She shook her head again. “Dresden. They tell stories about you. I know you’ve fought alongside women, and against them.”

Murphy Molly Charity Lara Mavra Bianca, “Yeah.” I said.

“Then you have no excuse for your stupidity,” Luccio said, and clapped me on the shoulder. “It will get you hurt, if you do not grow out of it. Or me, or another wizard. Think on it.” She rose and went to offer the flask to Morgan. He was glaring at me. I glared right back. Old habits.

I relieved myself against a tree with a happy little sigh. Simple pleasures. Shaking myself off, I zipped back up and then tracked carefully back into camp, trying not to fall over anything in the darkness. My pentacle glowed softly against my chest.

I heard something moving in the gloom and froze, scanning the woodland around me.

“Over here, Warden.” Luccio, behind another damned tree, assessing me in the quiet way she had. “You move quietly, for a man your size.”

“I gets lots of practice. Plenty of skulking around trying not to get killed.”

“Really? I heard you were more prone to crash in where angels fear to tread.” Luccio might have been smiling. It was hard to tell in the dark.

“About 70 per cent more,” I admitted. Luccio nodded.

“You’ll need to learn a little more subtlety, to use a sword.”

I tried not to look like a kid at Christmas. “I get a sword?” I asked, voice definitely not squeaking at the end of my question. Sure, I was the sworn guardian of Fidelacchius, but that sword didn’t belong to me. I was only babysitting until the right candidate came along.

“You are a warden under my command, of course you get a sword. I just needed to know you a little better to get a feel for the working. You will have to be present at the forging.”

I would? I would. Awesome.

I’d wanted a better understanding of the thaumaturgy of those swords since I’d first laid eyes on one that wasn’t pointed at my neck. But most wardens aren’t sympathetic to an endless series of questions from a pardoned warlock; I’d long since learned to save my curiosity for Bob.

“When?” I asked, grinning.

“When I am ready. I’ll call for you.”

We walked back to the camp together in silence, listening to the rustling of the woods.

I’ve seen a lot of things for a wizard my age; a few things of beauty, but more things of terror. The Forging, which I’d started to capitalise through sheer anticipation before the day came, was a thing of beauty. It wasn’t the kind of beauty I was accustomed to.

It was a beauty of strength tempered by will, a beauty of skill and concentration. Until I’d seen Luccio plunging steel into fire and subduing it into the shape she desired, I hadn’t realised how attractive sheer unrelenting competence could be.

Luccio struck another blow against the metal, sweat trailing across the curves of her arms.
“Speak. Your. Name.” she hissed, grunting with the effort. I felt Luccio’s magic rise as she veiled herself in silence. She’d told me what I needed to do, but I already understood. This was a powerful working, and I was caught up in it; I could have played my part without instruction.

“Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden.” I said, matching words for her blows. “Your bearer. Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Warden.” I took a quick breath. “Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Of Chicago.” I hesitated. I hadn’t intended those last two words, but they couldn’t be taken back, and they’d left my mouth with the same weight and authority as my Name. They fit the Forging.

I bowed my head to Luccio and she released her spell of silence. She moved the blade from fire to water, and I watched her through the steam.

“It’s done.”

It wasn’t, quite. I could feel the weight of ritual pressing down on my shoulders. Usually, I’d tell ritual to go and screw itself, because it went hand-in-hand with the bullshit bureaucracy of the Council, and the practice of executing kids. To be honest, my pride would usually stop me cold as well. But this ritual was Luccio’s alone. It deserved reverence, and there was no shame in bowing to her skill.

Before I had time to over-think it, I was kneeling on the floor before her. Surprise flickered across her face, and then approval.

“Warden Dresden, I grant you what I have wrought. I give it freely, and permit no debt or obligation. Carry it in service of the Laws, and use it well. Protect those in need of protection, as is your duty and your nature.” From her frown, I don’t think Luccio was expecting the last couple of words of her speech either, but again, they fit.

“I accept. Without debt, or obligation, but with thanks.”

Luccio grabbed my arm and hauled me to me feet. “Well done, Dresden. Very well done. Come, we will leave the magic to settle.”

We sat overlooking a vineyard, in possession of two beers. I thought we might be in Italy, but Luccio hadn’t been very informative when I’d followed her through the Ways.

“That was... that was incredible,” I told her, hoping my fanboy glee wasn’t too obvious.

“Mmm. You felt it more than most. But you’ve done your fair share of crafting, I can tell. Might explain it.”

“Craft-- ”

“Your bracelet, the rings. They’re skillful work, better than I’d expect from someone that casts like you do.”

I flinched. I’d improved over the years, but by pretty much everyone’s standards my evocations were wasteful considering the amount of energy I threw into them.

“Thanks. ...I think.”

Luccio smiled. “It wasn’t exactly a criticism. It can be refreshing sometimes, to see that much power thrown about without a second thought.” She looked me over, “But I admit, sometimes I want to catch hold of you and rein you in, Dresden.”

I had to sip my beer; my throat had gone dry. “Yeah?” I managed, and Luccio looked at me, and I think she could see every thought running through my head.

“Yes. And sometimes I think you’d like to be reined in. Am I right, Dresden?”

That didn’t make sense. So much of what made me me involved saying no to that question. Justin, Lea, Marcone, Nicodemus... it was a long list; I’d practically made a career out of refusing to let people control me. But I wanted to say yes. Just once, when it didn’t matter, when it couldn’t compromise me. But I couldn’t. I think I was physically incapable of agreeing with her.

Luccio smiled at me. I don’t know what my face was telling her.

“Will you come to my bed for the night, Harry Dresden? Just for the night. A refusal will not offend me.”

I didn’t do that, usually. Meaningless sex isn’t really my thing. But Luccio was watching me intently, and the word ‘meaningless’ seemed so... foolish. Childish. I’d just watched her conjure meaning from dull metal and flame; I’d be an idiot to think she couldn’t coax meaning from something infinitely more complex. Shared without debt, or obligation.

“Yes.” I said, and waited for my own inevitable panic. Luccio caught up my gloved hand.

“Then follow,” she commanded, and I did.

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-09 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Let's see more of Binder.

Has he ever worked for Marcone? Was too ethically sleazy for Marcone to deal with?

I figure Binder and Kincaid must have met at least once. Have they ever worked on the same job? Or maybe Kincaid found some way to be a more effective troll with the spirits Binder summons?

Maybe he's met Elaine. I'm not sure what would happen, but that could be an interesting fill...

Slave non-con evilness

(Anonymous) 2012-04-10 07:32 am (UTC)(link)

Yes Sir. May I Please Have Another

(Anonymous) 2012-04-10 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Oblivious!Harry finally figures it out. John Marcone wants him. But he knows they can't be together. So, since Harry is such a nice guy, he tells John he can have ONE, just one kiss. So John kisses his brains out: a first/last kiss.

Now Harry has to decide between eating his words and somehow getting another one of Marcone's awesome smooches.
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Dresden Files, as written by Laurell K. Hamilton

[personal profile] 11thmirror 2012-04-10 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, this is crack.
No, I have no shame. At least, not online.

So one fine morning, H.B.C. Dresden wakes up to find the world has gone quite mad while he wasn't paying attention.
A) Everyone is sexy.
B) Everyone thinks he is sexy.
C) Everyone is trying to have sex with him.
Thomas is being rather more eager in his fake relationship than usual, the Fae are flirting, the Pack are wandering around in very little, and Marcone is sending roses around. What to do?

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Oh god this is hilarious. Either it's all a dream brought on by books-on-tape or Lea absorbed an energy ball larger than her head.

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-11 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Someone shaves using a straight razor. Someone else watches and gets turned on.

Bonus points if the pairing is femslash (this is not required)

Dresden Files/Black Lagoon Crossover

(Anonymous) 2012-04-11 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
I can't be the only person who wants this, can I? I mean, imagine if a necromancer showed up in Roanapur. God it'd be like Christmas for Revy. And Balalaika is probably a scion of some Winter noble who chose her human side. (Mostly because I always imagine the Dresden Files as having an animated adaptation and Balalaika's VA is Mab in my mind.)

Also, Kincaid probably hangs out in Roanapur a lot. He'd fit right in...

Shit, the Hellhound and the Bloodhound. Roberta is Kincaid's sister.

Gard, Hendricks. The Curse of IKEA

(Anonymous) 2012-04-11 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I, uh, really want to see Gard and Hendricks attempting to assemble flatpack furniture? No, I have no idea what's wrong with me. But Gard becoming quietly more convinced that she can make the pieces fit with an appropriate application of axe, and Hendricks' quiet dismay that the instructions are neither use nor ornament would be a joy to me.

Level up

(Anonymous) 2012-04-11 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry Dresden, you have used your First Fier fire spell "Fuego" more than 100000 times. You have now gained the use of the Second Tier fire spells.

Harry : Huh...

Everyone else : That was only level one!

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First Tier, not Fier...

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Minifill: Dresden the RPG

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Prison AU

(Anonymous) 2012-04-12 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
So I'm getting sucked back into Prison Break, and because DF is my current fandom I'm going to ask for a fill to sate my craving! I don't need or particularly want a fusion, but if the line 'You are breathing only by my grace' could be in there somewhere, I'd die of glee.

Impulse Control

(Anonymous) 2012-04-13 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Dear lord, the consequences.

John Marcone gets hit with a spell that strips him of all his impulse control. Now, if any stray idea wanders into his head, he just does it without getting a chance to think it over.

What does he do to the guy that pisses him off in his very important board meeting?
When Harry gets smart with him, does he kiss him or punch him in the face?
How many times does Hendricks nearly have a coronary embolism?:)

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-13 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
... I can foresee hijacking of every car/motocycle that caught his eye, knife-playing if his men and employees annoy him, snarling at magical beings if they trepass Chicago, telling Murphy and the police to go fuck themselves, and, yeah, punching Dresden at first but then trying to trip him on the nearest desk furniture.

Hendricks, Gard and Murphy will have a collective heart attack.

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This prompt contains no Harry/John

(Anonymous) 2012-04-14 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
So. Thomas should get boned by Kincaid.

Yes he should.

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-15 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
I saw the subject line and was apprehensive, because Harry/John is my otp, and then I saw the actual prompt and stared and giggled and was like "you know what, yeah. I want that." Seconded!

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