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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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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.

Choked and Taken From Behind

(Anonymous) 2012-04-25 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
I, uh, saw this show where someone was being choked from behind and it wasn't entirely clear if they were being fucked as well. (Turns out not.) But it was seriously hot, which shocked me because breathplay usually squicks me.

So basically I want to see someone being choked and taken from behind? Maybe the person on the bottom didn't think it would turn them on at first? And/or the top?
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Fill: Repeat Business 1/1

[personal profile] akelios 2012-04-27 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Pairings: Harry Dresden/John Marcone, Nathan Hendricks/Harry Dresden

Kinks: Consensual Breathplay, Prostitution, Barebacking, Off-screen kink negotiations

Warnings: Non graphic mention of past violence, and there is one bit of fantasy mentioned that could be read as nonconsensual asphyx and violence

Note: This is part of a series, Odd Jobs (here at AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/series/12332) where Harry used to work as a prostitute to make ends meet before his PI business took off. Also, I'm unsure if someone who usually finds breathplay a squick will enjoy this, so if it doesn't work for you, OP, I'm sorry. *vanishes back into the night*

We stare at one another over the expanse of the room, Harry seated uneasily on the edge of the couch, myself resting more comfortably in the cushioned chair. Nathan had done as he thought best and vanished into the kitchen to give us a moment to ourselves.

“You don't have to do this Harry.”

“I said I would!” Harry goes pale, paler rather, but his dark eyes grow heavy as stone, resolution tightening his jawline. “If you're sure, I mean.”

“I'm certain.”

“Okay. Okay, fine. Let's-” He rises, finally removing his hideous coat and laying it over the back of the couch. The move leaves him in dress shirt and jeans, an urban cowboy down to the leather gloves he wears, the ones that Dr. Butters had given him for Christmas the year before. Harry looks down at his hands, eyes narrowing at the blackness that encloses them. “I've- it's just that I know what it- it hurts and it's terrifying and I don't get why you would-”

“Yes, it's frightening.” I stand and strip out of my robe, leaving myself naked before Harry and his fears. “That's part of the appeal, the combination of trust and fear. The pain that entwines with the pleasure until one can't exist without the other. This isn't like what you've experienced Harry. You don't really want to hurt me, do you? Wring my neck and murder me with your own two hands?”

“Sometimes.” Harry speaks quietly, still looking down at his hands. I look as well, anticipation making it hard for me to breathe already. “No. Not really.”

“Then do this for me.” I reach into the drawer of the side table and bring out the envelope. Plain and bulging with the weight of its contents, I ponder how such a small thing can be so powerful as I carry it to Harry, sliding it onto his upturned palms. This is the only way I can have him, a few hours at a time. One day it won't be enough, I won't have anything left that Harry will accept. He will no longer be desperate, no longer have nothing with which to feed his monster pets or to pay to keep his death trap on the road. I don't know what I will do then, how I will be able to go back to wanting and never being able to have. His fingers curl around it thoughtlessly, crushing it with careless strength. “You won't hurt me. Not like this.” Nathan reenters the room. We both ignore him.

Harry finally looks at me again, color rising to the lines of his cheek bones. “Cujo stays in the room.”


“Right.” He slides the envelope into one of his coat pockets. When he turns back to me his face is closed off, unreadable. “The chair.”

“Yes.” I leave him, returning to the side of the chair I'd claimed as my own. My fingers slide into the pocket of my robe, curling around the heavy blue marble there. I clench my fist around it tightly, shaking with the effort and my growing excitement. Harry strips out of his clothes with the quick efficiency that he always displays when he isn't trying to be seductive. He throws them into a jumble with his coat, leaving only the gloves.

I watch him come for me, his steps slow and sure, no sign of the hesitation and worry that had been there moments ago. That still had to be there. Harry circles me, a habit that I wasn't certain he had fully registered as such, before stepping into my side. One hand cool against the hot skin of my back, the leather sticky and heavy almost immediately. The other slides over my shoulder, cupping the length of my neck and gliding up to cradle my jaw. I fight to keep my breathing deep and even, the knowledge that I would shortly need that self control making it nearly impossible to hold onto it.


“No.” My voice cracks and I ignore the flash of shame that kindles within me at that sign of weakness. It doesn't matter. Harry knows where my weaknesses are, all of them. “Just your hands.” I lean into his grasp, resting more of my weight on the hand beneath my jaw. It forces my head back, stretching out my neck. Displaying it.

Harry says nothing as he releases me, staying close enough that I can feel the heat and the brush of wind his movements make. He slides the gloves from his hands slowly, tugging at them just in the periphery of my vision. I watch without turning, without feeling myself breathe. Harry's hands are huge, long and elegant. There are scars on them, monuments to his life that I have traced and memorized over the years.

The cut along the back of his right hand where a thrown knife, not one of my own, had barely missed the man Harry was protecting. Tiny craters and grooves from where he has spilled countless hot potions while plying his trade. The star burst shaped scar at the base of his thumb from where a ricocheted shard of concrete pierced him.

I watch Harry finish undressing and I imagine those hands, so familiar and so strong, wrapped around my throat. Harry kneeling above me, his face a mask of anger and lust. He would use the weight of his body to pin me down, my knives gone, my weapons spent so that it was just muscle against muscle. I would lose, would snarl and curse until those hands found my neck, fingers cradling the back in an almost tender embrace, forcing the vulnerability of my windpipe up into the unyielding pressure of his thumbs.


I say nothing, giving him only a quick nod. Harry sucks in a breath in a rush, the noise loud in the relative silence of the room. Somewhere to our right Nathan settles onto the couch, watching. Guarding us both.

The first touch of his hand against the back of my neck is tentative, afraid. His palm heavy against me, the breadth of his hand easily covering the span of muscle and bone. Fingers curl around the side of my throat, pressure against the pulse that thudded so close beneath my skin. They don't quite reach around to the front, where I want them. My throat aches for that pressure to be where I need it, pressing in gently at first, then harder, cutting me off from the world around me.

His thumb brushes against the bottom of my ear and I shiver, my erection rising to bob and scrape over the soft fabric of the chair. It strokes and torments me as I breathe. Harry shifts behind me, his own breathing uneven and too fast. He bends me forward, the arm of the chair pressing hard into my stomach, making it impossible for me to take a full breath even before Harry leans his weight into me.

I roll my neck, letting him feel the play of muscle beneath his hand. Harry thrusts against me, his growing length sliding along the inside of my thighs, sticky already but not hard enough. His fingers move on my throat, stretching and tickling over the soft skin until the gentle press of them is centered over the ridge of my airway.

His thumb presses hard into the back of my neck, a singular point of pressure that urges me forward, to arch my throat into the non-existent tightness in front of me. I groan and drag in a deep breath, letting it echo wet and loud through the room. Harry shudders against me, his chest resting against my back, pinning me.

Slowly, our breathing begins to match, the only way that I can get in a significant portion of air beneath his weight. Harry's breath puffs out against the top of my head, hot and then cool, making me shiver and wriggle beneath him. He laughs and the hand around my throat squeezes a little harder, finally beginning to fulfill its promise.

I swallow hard against the new resistance, twisting my throat in his hand. It's good, but not enough, not at the right spot. Harry rocks against me, his other hand crushing my wrist in his grip. He is hard against the back of my thighs, slick and eager.

“Harder.” My voice is a grating rasp, arousal and the pressure making it sound alien to my own ears. Harry bites at my shoulder and kicks my feet apart, forcing me off balance and easing his own path. His hand tightens, forcing a cough out of me on my next breath, pressure beginning to build in my cheeks, my face heating up. Still not enough.

I twist my wrist in his grip, fingers scrambling against his skin until he lets go. Before he can ask the question I hold up my other hand, still clenched tightly around the marble, the center of the universe. Then I grab the wrist of his free hand and bring it to my throat, pressing the hesitant limb into position.

Another 'Okay' from him, whispered against the back of my head and then Harry's hands are clenched tightly around my throat, my fingers still grasping at one wrist as he presses in. I can feel the muscles in his arm bunch and flex, track the progress of his strength through them. His hands are scalding hot against my skin, his chest and hips crushing me even as he pulls back, changing our angle. I dig my heels into the carpet, my fingers into his wrist until I feel the skin break beneath them.

I can still breathe, my chest heaving as I fight the welcome grip around my neck, my hips bouncing as I twist and strain. Harry curses and slams me forward again, his grip loosening slightly as he drives the air from me with the weight of his body. I swear at him through swollen lips, everything too fast, moving to the frantic pace of my pulse.

Two free breaths, air cold and cutting in my lungs, and then Harry is inside of me, his hands iron tight on me, choking off my cry. I rut back against him, my fingers tightening around the marble again, branding the shape of it into my palm. Harry shouts for the both of us, curses falling from his lips like petals from a dying flower.

I claw at him, catching my own skin as I do, heat blossoming beneath his hands. There is nearly no air, finally, blessedly, nothing but the rush of blood in my ears, trapped and fighting to move, to resume the life giving path that it knows. My cock throbs, growing harder and more insistent as the vacuum in my lungs expands, hungry beasts inside of my chest clawing and screaming to escape.

Harry pulls out in the first rocking thrust, easing his grip on my throat as he does. A single draw of air whistles down into me, not enough to ease the pain, just enough to heighten my awareness of it, of the terrible unnatural lack inside of me and then it is gone, his hands killing tight again.

I fight him, unable to stop myself, my body unable to accept what I want. Harry takes my blows, only slacking his grip when he chooses. A precious reprieve just before the blackness eats my vision, and then that wonderful tightness again, wringing life and pleasure out of me. My body flushes hot and cold by turns, muscles swiftly losing strength except for my desperate grip on the marble. I couldn't let go of it even if I wanted to, my need so great, so overwhelming.

Harry fucks the breath out of me, standing and pulling until I am arched backward, held upright only by the grip cradling my throat with impossible strength. Another quick breath, driving back the bloody blackness of relief and release and then Harry is slamming into me. His breath grunts and groans around me, a tease of free, unrestricted life as I choke and wheeze, my teeth bared in a grimace through which the ghost of a breath slides through.

The whistle of that tiny thread of air tethers me to my body, to the panic and the ecstasy that tear me apart, carrying off pieces of my body until there is nothing left but the pulsating pleasure in my stomach and the screaming need in my chest. Harry leans in close, stops moving, grows silent. I scream in the silence, nothing escaping, my body numb and limp in his gentle, implacable embrace and then his hands grow impossibly tighter and even the whistling dies off.

I slip into the pool of empty darkness that rushes up around me, pleasure rolling through me in massive, crushing waves. The last thing I feel is my hand finally going loose, the marble rolling from my palm.

I wake to the heavy, sticky slide of flesh against flesh and rough voices cursing. My eyes are heavy but I force them open, focusing blearily on the men a few feet from me. Nathan is on his back, nearly within arms reach of where I lay on my side. Harry is above him, eyes closed as he rocks down harder, face flushed and empty of thought. Nathan's hands are bruising Harry's thin hips, color flooding out from his grip in a brilliant wave. They fail to notice as I watch, still drifting on a tide of tingling sensation, my hand fumbling up slowly to touch the cold cloth against my throat, easing some of the soreness and swelling. I drift off again to the sight of them, my body and mind sated and at ease.

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Gangbang as Possession

(Anonymous) 2012-04-25 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
A d/s scenario where the dom shares the (somewhat uncomfortable) sub with others as an act of possessiveness. Preferably consensual or dub-con not edging too far towards non-con.

Ebenezar/Titania, Temp Sexswap

(Anonymous) 2012-04-25 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
Maggie Sr. was conceived by Ebenezar and Titania while they were magically sexswapped. Presumably to fulfill some wacky Faerie contract.

Harry, growing up differently.

(Anonymous) 2012-04-25 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Justin doesn't adopt Harry. Someone else does.

Try Harry growing up with Johnny as his older sibling, y/y? In a big Italian family. Not the mafia, but. Y'know, those Italian families made up of absolute greatness (and chaos when it's dinner).

Just... please? I really need this in my lifeeee. I need a happy Harry growing up with a big family and big brother Johnny.

BONUS if Harry does somehow use magic, his family would still LOVE HIM because of asjafklfjweb reasons. It kind of hurts to see Harry go through much so pain and ashdjkdfh OP wishes life was better for him, she really does. Hence this prompt.

You guys? ♥?

Fill: Mia Famiglia 1/?

(Anonymous) 2012-05-16 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm probably not going to do this justice, but what the hell, right? I might as well try it out. :) I'm a sucker for sappy fics.
Characters: Harry, John, OCs. Lots of OCs.
Kinks/Pairings: None. Maybe hints of John/Harry?
Warnings: Some potentially offensive Italian-American stereotypes? (*Is totally a small-town Canadian-by-way-of-Ireland, and has honestly never even met an Italian, period, let alone anyone of Italian ancestory. But I did a bit of research? Kinda?*) I completely don't mean to offend, and hopefully it isn't too incredibly bad. I apologise in advance if so.
Chapter one

I clutched my little suitcase of odds and ends; a couple pictures of my parents, a few changes of clothes, a few books, a few mementos and things that seemed important at the time, and basically anything that would fit. I'd left most of my other stuff – a bunch of junk that I'd collected over the years - back at the orphanage. The younger kids would probably enjoy it more than I did, and I'd no doubt be back there pretty soon anyway.

My breath was shaky. My mouth felt dry. I wiped my hands on my newest pair of jeans; I was starting to sweat. Great, I thought. That's going to make a good first impression, Harry. You're going to go in there huffing and puffing and soaking wet, with clammy hands, and they're going to be so disgusted that they'll --

My self-deprecating thoughts cut off abruptly as we rounded the corner and the lady who was driving me pointed to the house. It was this compact Victorian-looking thing. It was painted entirely yellow. There was a veranda, with a lady sitting in a rocking chair on it, knitting or something. It had a white picket fence around it. Swear to God.

It was - dare I say it - picturesque. Cute, even. I tried not to gape, I really did, but it was hard.

The lady-driver stopped the car on the side of the street, right in front of the house, and turned to me. She ruffled my hair. “You ready, kiddo?” she asked.

No, I wanted to say. But instead I nodded, took hold of the door handle, licked my lips again, and took a deep breath. I turned back to her.

She smiled at me a little. She was a nice lady. “It'll be fine, Harry.”

I nodded again, building up my courage. C'mon, Harry, don't be a baby, I chided myself. With that thought in mind, I opened the door quickly, before I could think about it.

I stepped out onto the sidewalk, still clutching at my suitcase.

I opened the little white gate.

I stood there for a few moments. I was a little shaky; okay, if we're being honest, I was completely, utterly terrified.

I looked up at the little old lady on the veranda.

She looked up from her knitting at me. A brilliant smile lit up her face, and she yelled something I didn't catch into the house.

“Hi,” I told her. “I'm-”

I didn't get to the next part, as I was abruptly bombarded by half a dozen screaming children running out of the house, slamming the screen door behind them. They circled me, all of them apparently trying to squeeze me to death.

“Uh,” I said intelligently, tangled in a bunch of little arms, my eyes wide.

“You're Harry, right?” one of the older guys – a few years older than me - asked, grabbing at my suitcase.


“Come on,” he said. “We've been waiting for you all day.”

“Um, okay?”

He took hold of my arm, his other holding my suitcase, and dragged me up the little walkway. I looked up at the house again. The veranda at the front of the house was filling with people. A lot of them were laughing at the expression on my face. I must've looked positively shocked.

It was all... a little much.

A man came up and nodded at me before taking the suitcase from the guy who had taken it. A woman came with him. She took my face in her hands and – I'm not joking – kissed me on both cheeks.

Hells bells. I thought people only did that in movies.

“Welcome to our home, Harry,” she said. “Sorry about” - she gestured vaguely to all of the people - “It's usually not quite this crazy. They were just so excited to meet you. You're our first foster kid, you know.” She grinned at me.

I couldn't help but grin back.

Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all.

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Dragon Prompt (Possible Non-Con)

(Anonymous) 2012-04-25 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I would like to see a Dragon/Dresden story, either dub or non-con preferred, as well as the dragon being male. (please keep harry male too, gender bending, temporary, always-has-been or otherwise is basically the only thing in any fandom that I can't seem to stand but any and all else is welcome)

please avoid making it too similar to this (http://dresden-kink.dreamwidth.org/2675.html?thread=2537587#cmt2537587) WIP fill (I still have hopes that that author-anon will continue with the story) Not that anyone would do so intentionally but despite that fill being what led to my prompt I am hoping for something different.

(Anonymous) 2012-04-26 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Not fussed about pairing (other than not being especially sold on Harry/Marcone), but am perfectly happy with any/none.

Wizards can change sex/gender, more or less at will. It's a natural thing for them to do, as much part and parcel as the Sight, say, but changing does take it out of you to varying degrees. Maybe it uses up some of your magic, maybe it's just physically exhausting, maybe you need time to adjust to how your chakras are aligned, but maybe also wizards might find particular magics easier when they're particular genders-- Wizard A might might find catching sunlight easier when they're being female because their culture/language has the sun as feminine, Wizard B might find it easier because it's masculine in their culture's symbology of language's grammar, etc. So even though they can whatever they want, there is a cost/benefit in switching, that maybe changes wizard to wizard.

Magic works a lot on symbol, in ways that are kind of defined by culture and belief system (male priests of a goddess dress as women for their rituals, for example), as well as personal stuff, as well as people's own mindset. Maybe some spells do need you to be a particular gender, or

Bonus points for: magic is not a monoculture and not all wizards are the same. Different cultural hang-ups, different ideas about what's feminine/masculine, different levels of comfort or ideas of self, maybe some people switch pronouns when they shift, some people keep to just one, or their personality does change when they shift, so act more "guyish" when they've got a cock (culture! Hormones! People identifying more with the stereotype they're reminded of!).

Double bonus points for: Personal stuff! Molly was raised catholic in a family with a dad that worked outside the home and hunted bad things, and a mum that worked in the home, defended and made her husband's armor! Harry and Ellen were teenagers that experimented together! Harry can recognise his father in himself when he looks in the mirror, but has no real memories of his mum for that! Carlos! Ancient Mai! Merlin!

Triple bonus points for: Fun With Symbology. Of all kinds. Well, I'm a virgin the sense that I've never done X as Y, this spell has a motherhood concept, this bargain is being made with the Lord of The Hunt, etc.

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Oh my god the awesome. I think you just shorted out my brain.

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simplicity is just as good

(Anonymous) 2012-04-26 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
There comes a time when we have to accept the fact that Marcone isn't going to live as long as the rest of the signatories... well, not without making a few For Your Soul deals, right?

... Ever think that maybe the best solution is the simplest? Marcone has, because he's a smart motho fo.

Youth potions/spells, anyone? We have a kajillion de-aging prompts and fics, magic literally at some of these characters' finger-tips and we have one Harry and one Gard currently in stock. Knocking a few years off of Marcone's physical age would be easy.

Can you imagine what kind of damage Marcone could do if he just had the TIME to do it? Somebody tell me I'm not the only one who wants this. Just. Agh.

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I've been operating under the assumption that this is just on the cards at some point, yes. I am very eagerly looking forward to seeing how he explains it to the mundane community. Does he even bother trying? Or is he just like "Yup that's me in the photographs from the early twenty-first century. Lookin' exactly like I do now. Why? Is there some sort of problem?"

I've also been kind of half-wondering if he hasn't found something like that already, given that Harry's known him for about a decade and if the man's aged a day, Harry can't tell.

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Complete AU

(Anonymous) 2012-04-27 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Marcone/Harry (or your character of choice/Harry - the plot is really the important thing for this prompt)

Harry is the prince/heir of some land
Someone - Justin, Eb, whoever - is ruling the land in his stead until he comes of age/whatever requirement is met
Marcone (or CoC) comes in, kills the steward, and takes over
In order to make his claim legit, s/he decides to marry Harry

Show me the clashes between Harry and Marcone. Does Harry agree? Why? Is Maggie there? Was Justin/Eb mistreating Harry? Why did Marcone/CoC decide to take over now? Has s/he been secretly crushing on Harry, or did s/he just see Harry and fall in love/lust?

Bottom line: What happens?

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OMG I just have to say the idea of Warlord!Marcone killing Justin or Eb to get both the kingdom and Harry is totally fucking hot!

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Juvenile Delinquents

(Anonymous) 2012-04-27 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
So what I'm thinking is, Harry and Marcone are both teens, and they're both stuck in a juvenile detention center. Marcone is the leader of a large group of teens, Harry is the new guy, so, in other words, fresh meat.

(Anonymous) 2012-04-27 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
While I realise that the Nevernever was, in all probability, named for Never-Never Land, there is somewhere else with the same name:
The Australian Outback.

I don't know what could be done with this, but please, someone do something! Possibly Harry goes to leave the Nevernever and finds himself somewhere in the Northern Territory, being stared at by a startled tour group?

(Anonymous) 2012-04-28 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
Oh god I don't even want to think about what the Nevernever side of Australia is like. The normal side is bad enough, since pretty much everything is poisonous and/or trying to kill you.

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Variations on a Theme

(Anonymous) 2012-04-28 02:20 am (UTC)(link)

Harry keeps having the same dream over and over. In it, he's living the modern (aka circa 1950's) happily-ever-after: white picket fence, two kids, golden retriever in the yard, etc. etc. It's a bit weird, but he's not completely horrified by the fact that he's the stay-at-home parent.

No, what bothers him is that every night he's married to someone different.

ALL pairings welcome, so long as it is someone Harry's met/seen before. Whether it's subconscious Harry, Murphy, Susan, Kincaid, Elaine, Marcone, Michael, Charity, people in his past we haven't met, the guy at the checkout counter at the grocery, Mouse and Mister's vet, anyone - all are welcome.

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NotOP: It would be cool if it started with people he might expect - Susan, Elaine, Murphy - and then it gets stranger and stranger. At least, I think that'd work well.

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-28 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
I've been watching (well, rewatching) game of thrones with my dad, and I just realized that the Night's Watch Oath fits awfully well with him.

Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the Sword in the Darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come

I don't really know if there's a specific prompt here, per se. I guess I'm more looking for character exploration, with the Night's Watch as a jumping off point.

Historical Figures in the Dresdenverse

(Anonymous) 2012-04-28 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Let's see some famous people who had connections to the supernatural world in the Dresdenverse. Currently, the only idea I've got is TEDDY ROOSEVELT, SCION OF THE ERLKING! (because it's just so fucking obvious.) But seriously, go wherever you want with this.
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For want of a horseshoe

(Anonymous) 2012-04-29 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
I would like to see fic that shows how Harry could have affected Molly's life for the better.

This could be Harry not hiding from the Carpenters.

Scenes of Proven Guilty written a little differently.

Harry not putting Molly into the situation of altering his mind so he doesn't know about hiring Kincaid.


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(Anonymous) 2012-04-29 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I already have an idea floating around in my head for an AU where Molly goes to Harry when her magic first starts to awaken, rather than avoiding him for fear of embarassment or something. Would that work?

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a baby is a baby, no matter whatever hellish creature spawned it.

(Anonymous) 2012-04-29 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
So. Harry finds a not-so-normal baby. He has no idea what the hell to do with it. He can't give the baby to an orphanage, for, uh, obvious reasons (reasons that OP will leave up to writer). He's having problems tracking down the parents...

Bob/Charity/Thomas/Marcone/someone to the rescue!


(Anonymous) 2012-04-30 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Susan and Thomas. Feeding each other's Hunger- he stops her from transforming into a full Red, she keeps him fully fed with the minimum of consent issues.

Threesomes where Thomas and Justine get to touch each other again through Susan and some clever applications of latex.

Susan and Thomas both dressing up in ultra-femme styles, loving it, and Harry not being sure which way to freak out about it.

Being action heroes together.

Lea/Maggie JUNIOR

(Anonymous) 2012-04-30 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Lea and Maggie Jr. get it on. Preferably in a way at least approximating consensually.

Lea's Garden, Mab, Fridge Horror

(Anonymous) 2012-04-30 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
So Lea keeps her garden in the Nevernever on the other side of where Harry lives and keeps him safe from attacks that come through the Nevernever. And Mab froze Lea for a while, which meant she took on all of Lea's responsibilities. In a bit of rather literal Fridge Horror, what did she get up to on the other side of Harry's apartment? I'm sure she mostly delegated the task to some other Fae, but there must have been at least one grand assembly of the Winter Court that was literally just next door to Harry. If only he had known about the party nearby...

Crack and/or serious interpretations welcome...

Crossover with Doctor Strange

(Anonymous) 2012-04-30 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I just recently ended up with a Doctor Strange obsession, and I wanna know how he and Dresden would interact.

Wow me, lovely anons.

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Seconding this. Also does anyone know what comics would be a good introduction to Doctor Strange?

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Young Justice crossover

(Anonymous) 2012-04-30 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Because that show is becoming a bit of an obsession for me. I have multiple ideas on how to do such a crossover.
-instead of being put in the foster care system until justin adopted him, Harry is adopted by Giovanni Zatara, a friend of Malcolm's. This obviously leads to him becoming part of the team along with Zatanna.
-Doctor Fate. Maybe Harry becomes Doctor Fate, or maybe he just meets him. Just as long as we get to see Doctor Fate at some point, because YJ reminded me of how cool I thought he was back when Justice League/JLU was airing. (Especially that one episode with the Cthulu expy that the Thanagarians worshipped)

And a free cookie to anyone who includes this line when Harry meets Klarion the Witch-Boy.
"Hell's bells! It's like Gilbert Gottfried inhaled helium!"

(Anonymous) 2012-05-01 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
So I'm wasting time on the official forums and I come across this:
I fully expect that Mirror Mirror Marcone is the protagonist of The Marcone Files and Harry-Dresden-with-a-goatee is the borderline-warlock antihero who occasionally helps him, though reluctantly...but that's another topic entirely.

... and now I want that AU like burning.
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I would also really like to see this. I love stories that keep character personalities, but put them in speculative situations - that I can try to convince myself are plausible. I love reading stories where character roles are swapped in 'what if' situations; especially if the author is able to maintain the character's core behavior.

If I might inject a bit, I'd prefer seeing this Mirror Mirror world without the two realities ever colliding. I've seen a few stories that tried to have one Harry or Marcone, go over to Mirror Mirror Harry or Marcone's world and the characters interact. I don't particularly like that. I would however, love to see an AU where we just focus on the AU world only. That would be... AWESOME!

Someone please fill this! Pretty Please!

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(Anonymous) 2012-05-01 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
I sometimes wonder...how much has Harry's memory and brain been tampered with over the years? He lived with a warlock AND with Blackstaff McCoy. Got me to thinking...

Harry's father didn't die of an aneurism. He was murdered in front of Harry, but someone has hidden those memories from him--either to protect him or for their own roundabout personal gain.

Winter Knight Molly

(Anonymous) 2012-05-04 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
It was an aside in Bring Not All Mischief, but I'd love to see a story featuring this scenario.

McCoy is Thomas's grandfather...

(Anonymous) 2012-05-05 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
...and he doesn't seem to know. What happens when he finds out?

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... Oh. OH. This, please. This really needs to happen.


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(Anonymous) 2012-05-05 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I have so many ideas for this sort of crossover and I'm not sure which ones would actually work. Except for one where Sanya meets Natasha somehow. That needs to fucking happen.


(Anonymous) 2012-05-05 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)

I need this like air.

Harry referencing the hell out of Steve, because that poor baby is sooo not caught up with the times. Or poking at Bruce because clearly he wants to see if he can get smashed to itty bitty bits.

Ororor Fury and Marcone. Yesss. Yesss.


Y'know what, let me just plop the Avengers into Chicago. There we go, so much easier. sdgjk;dsfhgheh

okay i'll take my leave now *BREATHES* /exit stage left