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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.

What if Harry met John Marcone before finding out he was Gentleman Johnny and liked him??

(Anonymous) 2013-07-30 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
Anything from being phone pals, Gaming buddies or pen pals, or go with that prompt where Harry was working for Marcone's sex hotline. Anything goes as long as they spend time talking, without eyecontact or soulgazes for a long period of time and end up liking each other. Basically they get to know each other as adults, without Harry knowing Marcone is part of the mafia.

Then the first time they meet irl, is when Harry saves Marcone's ass. And that of his men, from a monster or supernatural threat.

At which point, Marcone recognizes Harry by his voice. Someone who Marcone knows to be a shy, or at least extremely easily embarrassed or introverted person, a kind person turns out to be Gandalf on crack, or rather a Knight_slash_Wizard in a ragged black duster.

...And Harry finds out that the nice man he liked is a predator in a suit only after their eyes meet and they soulgaze. This freaks Harry out, and he flees. Or as he would put it, he walks away quickly.

Before the soulgaze, Harry was all helpful, and worried for the mortal. After?

After, he asks Murphy who the hell that was, because the man gives him the creeps.

tldr, Marcone's first impression of Harry is of a hero. He wants to tap that ass.

Re: What if Harry met John Marcone before finding out he was Gentleman Johnny and liked him??

(Anonymous) 2013-07-30 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The shy/introverted/easily embarrassed thing is mostly an incorrect assumption based on their first unseen interaction. Harry is still very much a smartass, he was just in a situation that brought out a lot of nervousness, causing his personality to be misread at that particular point in time. Later on in further interaction, the smartassery shows through in all conversations.

HUmanized!mister and Humanized!moused

(Anonymous) 2013-07-31 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
their interaction when they are accidentally become human. And Maaaaaaybe you can pair them up? mister as 30 something mischievous and bossy/punk. while mouse as a calm/cool and wise knight+monk in his 20s who always indulge mister even if he is actually stronger.

bonus point: mouse still the biggest/tallest among harry's household (yes including harry)

Re: HUmanized!mister and Humanized!moused

(Anonymous) 2015-09-03 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Need like burning o.o

Marcone + Forever-A-Kid!Harry AU

(Anonymous) 2013-07-31 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Inspired by the "Harry is a kid/teen by wizard standards" prompts. How about an AU were wizards age diferently than the vanilla mortals?

Wizards of the White Council physically don't age AT ALL since the second their magic shows up. Hence, Harry Dresden is forever to be physically 8 years old.

Don't think he's weak though, Warden Dresden, the Winter Knight, has beaten Outsiders, Vampires, Denarians, every warlock stupid enough to set foot in his city, and far too many horrors to count.

Harry lives his life as usual, buying Bob's tacky YA Romance books, teaching his apprentice Molly, and working bizarre cases to pay the rent/the Guard's pizza/Mouse's and Mister's food. Saving Marcone's people from scary supernatural beasties Harry beats down with one hand while complaining about "Mobstersitting".

I want to see how this would affect his relationship with others. Specially All-Kids-Are-SACRED!Marcone.

Perhaps some ignorant Mobster/Triad/Russian Mafia/Yakuza/whatever Bosses notice how Marcone is attached to this particular brat and kidnap him. Harry realizes they think he's related to the *scumbaggy scumbag* and shows them his fiery wrath, ending with the big bag criminals traumatized and humbled and willing to buy him anything he wants (and pay respects to The Gentleman, who deals with him on a regular basis). Marcone, who was just about to storm the place to rescue Harry, looks amused and proud under his stoicism.

On a side note, I'm also curious of how does he deal with sexuality, being physically a kid but technically 20-something years old? Actually, this probably means Maggie Jr does not exist. And that Molly doesn't have a crush on Harry (or she had when she was a kid but now it's just awkwardddd). And that people are trying to seduce him with *candy* and that there is a way of making a Winter Knight by virtue of a kiss only (Unless you want to give Harry another layer of issues). Does he have a hopeless crush on anyone *coughMarconecough*, do they find out and how do they deal?

Re: Marcone + Forever-A-Kid!Harry AU

(Anonymous) 2013-08-01 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
I'm trying to imagine what a White Council gathering would look like, and all I'm seeing is a particularly somber model UN conducted in Latin.

That being said, I am in love with this whole prompt.

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Sleep safety

(Anonymous) 2013-08-01 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Hendricks/Marcone/Harry or Harry/Marcone or Hendricks/Marcone.

Marcone's boyfriend(s) would like to know why Johny never sleeps (literally sleeps) with him/them. Maybe Harry thinks his whimpering nightmares scared Marcone off? Hendricks feels like a baaaaad bodyguard because Marcone doesn't seem to feel safe sleeping with him?

And then the truth is comes out. Gentleman Johny Marcone, the Baron of Chicago, has a dirty little secret... He still sleeps with his cute animal plush toy/security blanket/both he's had since babyhood. Cue blushing!embarrassed!it's-not-what-it-looks-like!John, teasing and maybe some ageplay.

marcone's going to kill me but

(Anonymous) 2013-08-01 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
Awwwwwwwww' :'D

there will never be enough blushing/flustered marcone for me.
second this so much.

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Random curse shenanigan

(Anonymous) 2013-08-02 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
in previous round I remember something about song theme for DF characters.
what if... harry was cursed to sing a song that describe his (hidden desire) opinion about them.
I can imagine he suddenly blurt out singing "eyes like yours" to marcone against his will. (marcone meanwhile making what might be his equivalent of jaw drop) hendricks was torn between laughing and calling theraphist
or maybe to molly, he sing... she's a rebel by greenday?

Re: Random curse shenanigan

[personal profile] velocitym1 2013-08-03 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
I like this prompt, and would like to add a variant if it's ok with the OP. A random curse that makes everyone around Harry burst into song.
bonus points if Marcone has a surprisingly good singing voice.
double points if Marcone starts singing in another language in an attempt to stop from confessing embarrassing things.

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What nobody told you about a wizard's orgasm...

(Anonymous) 2013-08-04 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
...Is that it creates a wave of *pleasuring energy waves/pheromones/whatever* that can make others feel an orgasm too if they happen to be in range of said pleasure waves. The stronger the orgasm, the wider the waves' range.

Or "How Marcone's people decided that Harry should move into the mansion." AKA "The most embarrassing morning of Harry's life." Also known as "A bunch of Mafia guys clapping as you step out of your boyfriend's bedroom is very damn awkward." But its friends call it "Every single person -and there were WAY TOO MANY- in that manor needed to change their pants but they were blissed out too many times during the night to care."

just two awesome characters

[personal profile] velocitym1 2013-08-06 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not looking for any romance but I'd like to see a crossover between Dresden files and Bones.

Maybe someone heard about the twisted 'humanlike but not human' bones that butters examined?

De-aged prompt in which BOTH Harry and marcone are...

(Anonymous) 2013-08-09 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
itty bitty 5 years old with their memory intact, yet still have instinct/habit of 5 years old (quick to cry and utterly clumsy).
marcone in 5 years old body trying to command Hendricks to do something but he comes off as "CUTE BUTTON OMG WAIT THIS IS BOSS STOP IT"
harry is clumsy and hyper as fuck so he fell a lot and close to crying a few times and Murphy was like, "NO THIS IS DRESDEN DO NOT CUDDLE HIM NO BUT...."

the problem comes when they start forgetting they current memory and start to act like real children.

+ marcone still protective toward harry even when their memory start to fade
++ cuddles lots and lots of cuddles

Dresden Files/Supernatural Crossover

(Anonymous) 2013-08-10 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Basically put characters from Supernatural in Dresden verse with Dresden-verse's rules and power levels.

Wherein Castiel is still Nerdiest Angel of Heaven, Gabriel is still on vacation, Dean Winchester is still the Righteous Man, and the Denarians are still after the Winchesters because they want to start the Apocalypse.

Oh, and Sam keeps getting hit on by female Denarians. WHY is this his life?!

Re: Dresden Files/Supernatural Crossover

(Anonymous) 2013-08-10 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
OP would like to add that it's probably Eb who got people like Bobby and John into being Hunters and John may be working with the Knights of the Cross. Like Michael.

Which would be how the Winchesters and their guardian angel get to meet Harry Dresden.

If possible, with Marcone/Dresden. :3

(Anonymous) 2013-08-11 02:15 am (UTC)(link)

No matter how much Harry denies it, Marcone knows his wizard has a fetish for authority figures (i.e: firemen, police, teachers, the senior counsil, etc.) and wants to be "a good boy" for them.

Harry's embarrassed but wants it, Marcone dresses the part (and where did he get those outfits anyway?) and disiplines Harry. Some serious stress relief happens.

Bob Quote That Needs Expansion. Spiderman Crossover.

(Anonymous) 2013-08-11 10:58 am (UTC)(link)
This kinda seems obvious so forgive if already been prompted. Just finished book...

In Ghost Story, Chapter Thirty Five, Bob has this quote: "You think your universe is the only universe? Harry, come on. Creation, totally freaking huge. Room enough for you and Spider-Man both."

Do something with that. I don't care if Harry got blasted into the Marvel verse, or Spider-Man had an accident with Dr. Strange and got blasted into the Dresden verse. Or maybe they end up meeting in the Nexus/Nevernever.

+Fighting bad guys!


+++Aunt May/Bob. (This is crack. But I feel it would be hilarious. And mostly just to fuck with the kid/boss.)


(Anonymous) 2013-08-12 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Harry Dresden is Chaos. John Marcone is Order.

Harry/Marcone. "Elocuent" Potion.

(Anonymous) 2013-09-03 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
For an important meeting, Marcone has Gard brew him a potion that'll enable him to say nothing but exactly the "right thing" to everyone he meets. He doesn't necessarialy understand why what he is saying is the right thing to say, and mostly it's stuff he could have no way of knowing about other people that he says on instinct.

But after the meeting? He runs into one Harry Dresden and romance (and romantic sex) happens. All is good in the world!

...Until the potion reveals a nasty side effect of causing users to balance all the "right things" they said by having them say the "wrong things" now. Read "wrong things" as "heartbreaking, merciless, spiteful, mocking, mean things". Marcone's mouth on autopilot now, taking Harry's heart apart, as he's racing to leave before he's burned to death or worse.

+100 "I'll never hurt you Harry, you know I would never hurt you. I love you!"
+1000 Marcone makes Harry cry.
+10000 John mentions Justin, Bob, Ebenezar, The Council, Murphy, Thomas, the Carpenters, Elaine, and all the people Harry could have saved but didn't.
+1000000 "Suppose I can't blame you for not having any mirrors; I wouldn't want them either, if I looked like you." Or something like it.
+1000000000000 Happy ending, please?

Marcone/Any loyalty/fealty kink

(Anonymous) 2013-09-03 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
(inspired by the end of this prompt: http://dresden-kink.dreamwidth.org/3344.html?thread=3462928#cmt3462928)
So, uh, I basically want some fic wherein Marcone's being a baron is really emphasized. It can be in the context of someone swearing fealty to him or sex with someone really wanting to please their new lord or really whatever you want tbh I just want some power dynamics involving Marcone's status. Sex isn't necessary here but is encouraged.
(if there is sex bonus points for d/s and the other person calling Marcone lord/my lord) (also if the other op is still around i rly hope this ok)

Re: Marcone/Any loyalty/fealty kink

(Anonymous) 2013-09-04 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
as the other op, I am seconding this like a thing that seconds things very much.

looking for an anon

(Anonymous) 2013-09-06 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
is the red riding hood au anon still around? i've got some of a fill for them

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(Anonymous) 2013-09-08 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
do you mean this one?


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Avatar: Legend of Korra crossover

(Anonymous) 2013-09-15 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry is the current Avatar. His native element is fire and he's got a good handle on air and earth, but he's completely blocked when it comes to water - fire's opposing element.

Optional extras:

I would love it if there's Harry/Marcone and Marcone is a non-bender.

Marcone has become the scarily effective non-bender leader of the traditionally bender-dominated Triad in a city where benders hold the most political power.

Harry's teachers:
Justin Dumorne: Fire
Bob: Air
Eb: Earth
Lea or Mab: Water (and healing), except that didn't really work out.

Vampire courts are blood or energy or spirit benders.

Margaret LeFay wasn't Harry's mother. She was the previous Avatar and she did keep the balance of the elements but not in ways that people approved of and not in ways that were necessarily nice.

Luccio = Chief Lin Beifong and the Wardens are the all-bender Police force

Soulfire = Avatar State which makes Uriel a mystical lion-turtle masquerading as a travelling island?

Murphy and the SI are a non-bender law enforcement along the lines of the Kyoshi warriors.

Dragons = Dragons

Elaine and lightning bending

Bob is an air bender monk, but he's still a dirty lech.

Aang had his giant pet + giant pet's small sidekick and Korra has her giant pet its fire ferret friend, so Mouse and Mister fit right in.

And because Harry's life sucks, the White Concil = a corrupt version of the Order of the White Lotus that has spent centuries trying to control Avatar incarnations for its own purposes

Highlander Crossover

(Anonymous) 2013-09-16 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
An AU in which immortals and wizards are related and MacAnally is an immortal who has made it his life's work to study and watch wizard's in the hopes of gaining understanding about the origin of immortals.
The idea is that immortals and magicians are at different ends of a continuum for the same phenomenon. Immortals have a quickening which fuels their healing abilities and immortality. Quickenings manifest as an electrical storm when the immortal is decapitated. With the exception of a few immortals such as Cassandra and Rebecca, most immortals can't control their quickening power consciously. Mag

Re: Highlander Crossover

(Anonymous) 2013-09-16 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
continuing the prompt

Magic is something that can happen when quickening energy is expended. Wizards are always giving off/leaking away that energy and therefore magic comes very naturally to them. At the same time, this means they have a weaker healing ability when compared to immortals and don't live forever. They also have a strong effect on the electromagnetic fields around them, frying electronic gizmos. In immortals, this same energy is tightly contained, but also not easily accessible, except during decapitation. Also wizards are fertile and pass on their abilities, whereas immortals are universally infertile and appear in the world as orphans with no history, which is why wizards and their lineage are of interest to Mac.

Mac picked up his scholarly tendencies and love of beer from his teacher Methos. When Mac was young , his teacher would talk for days without stopping, telling all sorts of improbable tall tales about what all these Gods were like when they were young and naive and how Methos had sold Odin on the importance of the written word.

Michael realizes

(Anonymous) 2013-09-18 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Michael hears that when wizards break a promise made on their power, a bit of their magic disappears. He also discovers that a supernatural creature feels pain when they do so.

Then he remembers that at Bianca's party, after breaking a promise made to Lea on his power, Harry collapsed due to a great pain...

What does Michael do with this realization?

Note 1: If I made a mistake as to what happened, my apologies. It could still be an AU, or a misunderstanding made by Michael.

Note 2: While I admire this memes ability to relate Marcone to every prompt, I'd really rather that you didn't this time. After a certain point, I've begun to get tired of him, unfortunately. I'd like to save my tolerance for him for the books, as he's still a cool character.


Change of POV Marcone

[personal profile] velocitym1 2013-09-22 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
I'd love to see How Marcone and Harry met in the books from John's point of view. what made him talk to Harry personally? how does he responded to the soul gaze?

Or maybe take the scene from book two where he offers Harry a job. That's a very good offer. Did he carefully choose what to put into the deal, even knowing that Harry would probably turn him down? Did he let himself plan things out?

I'd love preslash or unrequited love :)

Re: Change of POV Marcone

(Anonymous) 2013-09-23 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
I've always thought the offer in FM was because he'd found out about Persephone between StF and then and was waiting for a convenient excuse to add Harry to his payroll and see what magical healing could do for her. After all, Marcone doesn't seem to have much of a problem figuring out how to kill a loup-garou, and he clearly plans on having a use for Harry after MacFinn is dealt with.

And I think Marcone thinks Harry got way more out of the soulgaze than Harry actually did.

(minor) Cold Days spoilers

(Anonymous) 2013-09-25 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm gearing up for a reread, and I need fic about how an oblivious Harry found out the Magic Hedge was more than a bird sanctuary (with help from Thomas/Molly/Murphy once they stop laughing at him) to make that chapter bearable. Told an undercover Vice officer to blow him and didn't think that merited getting dragged down to the station? Wanted to talk to Toot and can't figure out why a random guy is going to give him a black eye for the "here to talk to faeries"? Got propositioned and grumbles about how women never come up to him in parks and offer to do that?

Vanilla mortals being awesome

(Anonymous) 2013-09-28 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
That's it. That's the prompt. I just want to see vanilla mortals kicking supernatural ass. Go where you want with this. Marcone proving he can out-manipulate the fae queens and the white council and basically just taking over everything? AU where Susan doesn't get bitten and keeps writing stories on the supernatural and exposés on their various weaknesses (in the process informing other vanilla mortals how to defend themselves)? Murphy bringing supernatural and vanilla criminals alike to justice? All/none of the above?
(ok you can go with whatever you want for this but i will admit that i am partial to Marcone so I would love if whatever you go with at least includes him) (if it has him and Susan teaming up for whatever reason i will give you my firstborn and/or soul)

Outsiders and Night Vale

(Anonymous) 2013-10-20 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Any character visiting the charming little desert community of Night Vale and dealing with the likes of the town council, station management, or the hooded figures.

Re: Outsiders and Night Vale

(Anonymous) 2013-10-21 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Considering that I just discovered Welcome to Night Vale and spent the last 3 days mainlining the show, I can't tell you much this prompt exploded my brain with potential plot-bunnies.


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re-posting old unfilled prompt

(Anonymous) 2013-10-20 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Subconscious!Harry IS the actual/dominant personality. Describe his and John's first meeting in the car (and anything that might come after :D).

[Cold Days Spoilers!] Outsider AU

(Anonymous) 2013-10-23 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
(Beware of Spoilers!!)

(Beware of Spoilers!!)

Harry is an Outsider. But he's genetically half Human/Outsider. He lived beyond the Outer Gates with the other Outsiders but disliked them since he's the only one who was different and had a conscience unlike them so due to his heritage, he can move in between the Outside and the mortal world. Thus, he decides to run away from home, like the rebel he is and live in the mortal realm, Chicago.

The problem though was that he had no idea how humans behave but he's a quick learner so he'll be like his canon snarky self in no time! :D Harry is in a human form when he enters the mortal world but he can change to an Outsider form (maybe something like from Nougami Neuro, i dunno, I liked that design...). His only tattletale features in human form were his sharp teeth (or whatever you wanna put, go wild).

So someone(maybe Marcone, Molly, Murphy or etc) stumbled upon him when he's just arrived and since they're the first human Harry meets, he immediately follows them around and hopes to learn from them. He can do magic (mother is still Maggie Sr.) and is half-immune to magic (due to Outsider heritage, maybe Malcolm was a nice Outsider in exile? and HWWB or Nemesis found Harry and took him away?). He also wants to know about other creatures that exist in the mortal world like the Fae, Vampires, Denarians, Angels, Demons and etc.

Since he was raised an Outsider, he knows how to behave like an Outsider but he didn't like it so he wanted to be like a human. Though he isn't sure if being like an Outsider was the same as being a human. Cue the awkward explanations about not allowed to eat defeated opponents, staring at people while looking for extra appendages and etc...

Harry is still Harry. Just that he doesn't know much about the mortal realm other than what Nemesis and the Walkers told him stories about (which were not that nice and great...).

Bonus points if the person he meets is Molly and she proceeds to educate him in every pop culture reference that exist. Harry watching Star Wars, getting addicted and fanboying. XD

Re: [Cold Days Spoilers!] Outsider AU

(Anonymous) 2013-10-29 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
I would be interested in reading this, if someone wrote it.

Fill, kind of...

[personal profile] velocitym1 2013-10-25 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
So, I've seen a few supernatural/Dresden Files requests and this doesn't really fill any of them but it does follow the spirit, so I thought I'd post it.

Title: Pizza with Death
Spoilers: up through Dead Beat for DF and season five for Supernatural.
No real warnings that i can think of...

can also be found at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1015687

Summery: Harry is already trying to deal with a crowd of necromancers when a certain hunter drives into town to make a deal with Death.

Pizza with Death

The day was halfway gone when I managed to check in with Thomas and Butters again.

I had been out and around town running a few errands and collecting the ingredients for one of the most dangerous Summonings of my wizarding career while they stayed in the nice safe cozy atmosphere of Murphy's house doing research into the Darkhallow and the numbers that had to lead to the Word of Kemler. I was only having marginal success. Sheila had provided me with the poem that would allow me to summon the Erlking, but with power in the city shut down I was having trouble finding the rest of what I would need. I was hoping for a bit of good news from Thomas’s side of things.

Given how my life was going I really should have expected that the phone managing to connect wasn’t going to lead to anything good.

“Hello?” Thomas’s voice sounded almost as surprised at the call as I was that it had worked. With the hex over the city combined with my own bad luck with electronics, I had made the call more in an effort to stay moving than anything else.

“Thomas? Hey, it’s me.”

“Harry, Thank God. You need to hear this.”

Thomas shifted the phone and for a moment I was afraid the phone had cut out as i got a burst of static. the part of me that was still hoping had shrunk at the tone if my half-brother’s voice but it never the less insisted on reminding me that he hadn’t actually said something bad had happened. Then i heard Bob’s voice on the other end of the line and the simple fact that he didn’t throw a wisecrack at me first chance buried that final bit of hope.

“Boss, there’s something coming.--”

I missed the second half of what he said thanks to another burst of static. I shifted the phone to my other ear and half-screamed, “What?”

“Death is in the city, Harry.” and that time I really wished I hadn’t heard him.

“Kind of comes with the necromancers Bob.” I was trying for jovial but it came out more strained than anything else.

“Not death, Harry. Death capital D, the horseman himself.”

Hells Bells, as if I didn’t have enough on my plate.

“Okay, Okay, what does that mean?”

“It means, the Kemlerites might not need to summon the Erlking”

Well, crap. “What do you mean Bob? Did one of them summon this guy instead?”

“I don’t think so boss. He, Ahh, has demons with him, and not the fun tear your face off kind from the closer Nevernever, Hellspawn.”

Demons on the physical plane. That would have been bad news all on it’s own. When a demon wasn’t manifesting with the aid of a spell they had to possess humans, and in the rare cases I had seen the host hadn’t ever survived.

“Nicodemus?” the voice didn’t sound like mine, but there was no one else it could belong to.

“No.” and Bob sounded firm on that at least. “We lucked out there Boss these are just your run of the mill denizens of hell.”

I had to wonder what it meant that only having a handful of demons to deal with was an up side. I’d only killed a demon once, and that was more just guarding Michael’s back while he did all the smiting. I knew the theory behind an exorcism even if I had never been big on the whole faith thing.

Of course if I did manage to get through the demons I then had to deal with a Horseman of the Apocalypse; and if I didn’t at least try to deal with him, I would have to deal with three possibly four superpowered necromancers later that night. Damn it I couldn’t afford to let this pass. Maybe if I hurried I could screw up whatever ritual was being used to summon him here, that had been the plan with the Erlking.

I figured Cowl or Kumori had to be the ones actually performing the ritual. They were the ones with the real power. One of them to hex the power grid the other to summon the horseman (since I had deprived them of a means to summon the Erlking), and the dominoes would start falling for the darkhallow.

The phone crackled again and I reminded myself that I didn’t have a lot of time to think about this.

“Any idea where they are?”

I wasn’t sure my question got through, but Bob answered all right so I must have at least partially intelligible.

“Sure Boss, he’s not hiding. He was holed up in a warehouse by the docks for a while but he’s shifted to a pizza joint in Lincoln Park, Rinaseita Pizzeria.”

Pizza, I almost laughed. It was mostly the tension but I couldn’t help the image of Toot-toot and the other little folk popping into my head. I knew Chicago pizza was good, and sure I’d bribed otherworldly creatures with it before but Death? That was almost too much.

I confirmed the location and hung up. Making my way back to my trusty car the Blue Beetle, and from there across the city towards what was probably going to end up being a clandestine meeting in a pizza place.

Welcome to my life.

When I got there the afternoon was wearing on and the storm overhead was on the edge of breaking. Word was it was going to be the biggest storm to hit Chicago in a century. Hardly surprising, considering what was going on. The natural word tends to react violently to that much power being thrown around, and if Death or the Erlking did manage to show it was only going to get worse.

There were a few cars on the road, but apart from the black Impala parked across the street they were all hurrying to clear the area. Even vanila mortals can sense when something is nearby and on the whole peoples survival instincts still work just fine when something as big and nasty as this shows up. They would tell themselves they just wanted to get home in out of the rain and lie to themselves about the creeping feeling at the back of their necks.

It was the smart thing to do, but hell when have I ever been known to be smart?

I parked the Beetle beside the Impala and turned up the collar of my leather duster as I stepped onto the street. Bob had given me the name of the pizza place but I wouldn’t have needed it. I could feel the weight in the air, and that lingering scent of death clinging to everything in a sticky sweet coating. I crossed the street trying to avoid the large front windows and peaked in through the painted glass of the door.

I didn’t have a plan. I had hoped to stop him before he really got here, but there he was, sitting in the dark restaurant in a black suit surrounded by the remains of the former patrons. Death was focused on his pizza, but as I watched he was joined by someone else.

The man looked to be just over average height, which still put him several inches shorter then me. He had short dark brown hair and wore an on old heavy canvas army jacket like I wore my duster, well used armor that he carried so often he no longer noticed the weight. the weapon in his hand wasn’t so familiar. the hand scythe had flecs of rust on the blade and the handle looked too small for his grip. He held it as if he thought it might attack him at any moment. Since I was getting the same vibe off the weapon as I was from the Horsman I figured that was a fairly smart reaction.

The man crept forward. Not really trying to hide but still blending into the background. From outside I was mostly cut off anyway but I was willing to bet I could have been standing beside him and wouldn’t have been able to hear his footsteps. He moved like a predator, not anything supernatural, but not something many people could do either.

Then the weapon in his grip started glowing red hot. I flinched and had to look away as he cried out and dropped it. My left hand throbbed with phantom pain. I nearly missed the quiet words Death offhandedly spoke.

“Thanks for returning that. Join me Dean, the pizza’s delicious.”

The man, Dean, showed a healthy amount of hesitation before approaching the horseman.

“You as well, Wizard. I’d rather we were all civil about this. Sit down.” Death did not look up from his meal.

I winced. I wasn’t going to pretend he meant anyone but me. I knew who I was facing and while I didn’t know this Dean character, he’d shown enough courage to make me gather my own.

Call it macho, or mob mentality or whatever else, but there’s something about knowing you’re not standing alone that makes it easier to stand at all. I pulled my new grey cloak tighter around my shoulders and opened the door.

Dean waited in front of Death’s table. His attention was mostly on the horseman but he spared a few glances in my direction, sizing me up as I had him. His eyes lingered on my staff, the runes glowed with soft flickers of hellfire as I held my power ready.

“So, wizard, likem Oz or Gandalf?” Dean seemed to be trying for jovial but there was too much tension in his spine.

“Depends on the day.” I said matching his tone. “You?”


I looked him over again, my impression of him increasing. Hunters were a rare breed. Not only did they face the supernatural, and have a surprising amount of knowledge about it but they did it without the benefit of magic or even a decent support system like Murphy. they were the bounty hunters and cowboys of the supernatural world. Occasionally a low level practitioner would take up the hunt, but most hunters were pure vanilla mortal, they had to be, otherwise they’d get tangled up in the unselle accords.

“Sit,” Death said again, glancing between the two of us. “Eat.”

Dean looked down at the pizza again, clearly weighing his options, but I had one card I thought I could still play.

“We thank you for your hospitality this day and gratefully accept your invitation.”

Dean looked at me as if he was questioning my sanity and I didn’t blame him, but what the hell. The laws of hospitality had saved my ass before.

Death nodded sagely, accepting the implications and invited us to sit again by serving two thick slices of pizza onto the plates across from him.

Dean looked shaky as he sat. I wasn’t sure I looked much better. We were both very aware of who was sitting across from us and the only reason I wasn’t running away was because there was so much else on my plate. At this point sitting down for a meal with death didn’t even look like it was going to be the strangest event of my day. At least he was being nice about it, even if he could kill me with a thought.

I wondered what Dean’s reasons for being here were.

Death glanced at Dean. “It took you long enough to find me. I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”

“I’ve got to say, mixed feelings about that.” I had to admire his snark. Take it from a professional, it’s not as easy as it looks to come up with smart-ass remarks in the face of certain death. “So, is this the part where you kill me?” He glanced sideways at me. “Us?”

Death looked at dean straight on for the first time. his expression was cold and remote but if I had to put a name to it I would have said he was disappointed.

“You have an inflated sense of your importance. To a thing like me a thing like you, well.” Death paused and took a slow drink. “Think how you’d feel if a bacterium sat at your table and started to get snarky. this is one little planet, in one tiny solar system, in a galaxy that’s barely out of it’s diapers. I’m old Dean, very old. So I invite you to contemplate how very insignificant I find you.” He glanced from Dean to me then pointedly down at our plates. “Eat.”

Under his intense gaze, Dean and I reached for our forks and cut into the thick crust before us. I had to admit, I was hungrier than I had thought I was. I had been in full on case mode, for days now, trying to deal with the Kemlarites. I tucked in.

Dean was a bit more hesitant, he took a single bite as if he thought it might be poisoned. As if anyone would dare poison Chicago pizza. the little folk would never let them hear the end of it.

“Good isn’t it.”

Dean gave a shrug. “I gotta ask, how old are you?”

“As old as God, maybe older, neither of us can remember anymore. Life, Death, chicken, egg. Regardless, at the end, I’ll reap him too.”

I tried not to choke on my mouthful, reaching for the glass of water beside my plate and downing it. The almighty and I had never really seen eye to eye, but even so. Apparently Dean was thinking along similar lines.

“God, you’ll reap God?”

“Oh yes,” Death looked up again letting the slow inexorable weight of his power glide over us. “God will die too Dean.”

Dean tried to laugh it off. “Well this is way above my pay grade.”

“Just a bit.” and Death was completely serious.

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“So then why am I still breathing?” Dean asked.

I had to admit, I was interested in the answer to that one.

“Sitting here with you.” Dean went on. “What do you want?”

“The leash around my neck, Off!” I had to fight not to flinch back at the intensity in Death’s words. “Lucifer has me bound to him. some unseemly little spell. He has me where he wants when he wants. That’s why I couldn’t go to you. I had to wait for you to catch up.”

As he explained I reached out with my wizards senses. Now that I knew it was there I could feel the binding he spoke of. It was an old spell, full of blood and darkness, woven like a spider web through and around Death’s manifested form. It looked delicate at first, but is I brushed against it I could feel the strength of the binding.

“He made me his weapon, hurricanes, floods, raising the dead. I’m more powerful then you can process and I’m enslaved to a bratty child throwing a tantrum.”

I winced at his raising the dead dead comment. It managed to remind me why I was here though.

“And you think, I can unbind you?” Dean didn’t seem to believe it even as he said it and I had to admit I agreed with his scepticism.

“There’s your ridiculous bravado again, of course you can’t. But you can help me take the bullets out of Lucifer’s gun.” Death leaned forward holding out his hand to display the ring he wore. “I understand you want this.”

Dean glanced at the ring. I could tell even without using my sight that It was a powerful talisman, it would have to be. Death wore the ring on his right hand, the side of the body that reaches out to touch the world. Every time he channelled his power it would move around and through that ring. That alone would have made the ring unbelievably powerful, but I could sense more. It was a power sink. Like my force rings, it was designed to gather in power; but where my rings were a punch that ring would be a tank, a bomb, a comet's worth of force, and not just kinetic force but the force of Death. I had had the smallest taste of that power when necro-Bob had come out to play, and here was a wellspring of it offered up in front of me.

Forget Kemlar’s book, if anyone got their hands on that ring they wouldn’t need the dark hollow to become the next dark god. I fervently squashed the idea that I could use the ring to protect my city. I had already had that conversation with Kumori, and my opinions hadn’t changed, still …

Dean glanced at the ring then offered a nervous smile. “Yeah?”

“I’ll give it to you.”

The scary part was, I didn’t think Death was lying. He was going to hand out the most powerful weapon I’d ever seen, just like that.

“You’ll give it to me?”

“That’s what I said.”

Dean hesitated, he seemed to be just as sceptical as I was, but whatever he wanted the ring for it must have been important. He glanced around as if looking for the catch.

“But, what about, Chicago?”

My eyes turned to him fully for the first time. Chicago was my city to protect. Normally I was alone in the ‘stupid enough to put my life on the line’ department, but he had just thrown himself out there without a thought.

If we both survived the night I’d have to buy the man a beer, he was the kind of person I think I’d be glad to know.

“I suppose it can stay, I like the pizza” Death said it as if he didn’t really care one way or the other, and I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Pizza, saving the city of chicago, one slice at a time.

Death drew the ring off his finger, offering it to Dean. “There are conditions.”

Dean kept glancing between Death and the ring.

“Okay, like?”

“You have to do whatever it takes to put Lucifer in his cell.”

I thought of hellfire and an old silver coin buried under the floor of my basement. I thought of Nicodemus and the causal way he threw around power I could barely hope to manage on my best day. And the Denarians were only his generals. I didn’t want to contemplate what Lucifer would be like. No wonder Dean wanted the ring.

“Of course.” Dean said.

“Whatever it takes.”

“That’s the plan.”

“No, no plan, not yet. Your brother, he’s the one who can stop Lucifer, the only one.”

I tried not to think about what I was hearing. Tried not to think about my own brother and what it would be like to be in Dean’s shoes right now.

“Wait, you think?” Dean’s voice was tight and I didn’t blame him.

“I know.” Death’s tone was light, but there was finality in his words. “So I need a promise, You’re going to let your brother jump right into that fiery pit.”

I looked away. I didn’t want to see the choice on Dean’s face. Still, I couldn’t miss how Death held out the ring.

“Well, do I have your word?”

It took Dean a moment to answer. “Okay yeah,” He licked his lips, his voice firming, “Yes.” he held out his hand.

“That better be ‘yes’ Dean. You know you can’t cheat death.” He let the ring fall into Dean’s palm. “Now, would you like the instruction manual.”

“Umm, Yes?”

For the first time since I had come in Death turned his attention to me. “I trust you know the tri-point circle theory, wizard?”

“Umm, Yes?” I mirrored Dean’s earlier statement.

“Good, because Lucifer has forbidden me to reveal any weaknesses of his.”

“And he didn’t tell you to not hand over the ring?” Dean looked a little worried, he held the ring clenched tight in his fist as if Death might change his mind.

“I don’t think it occurred to him.” Death reached for his soda draining the glass before turning back to his half-finished pizza.

My brain finally parsed through the information it had been handed. “Wait, that’s why I’m here isn’t it? Why you didn’t get pissed when I showed up. Hells bells that probably why Bob was able to sense you at all.”

“You can consider it the price for me to leave Chicago if you like.” Death answered without looking up from his food.

Dean pulled in the ring a little farther, looking from Death to me. “Look I don’t know you but trust me you don’t want to get messed up with this.”

“You don’t have to convince me, but one lesson in basic rituals is a damn good price to get him out of my city.” I glanced at Death, as soon as the words were out of my mouth. “Umm, no offence.”

Death didn’t even bother looking up which I chose to take as a good sign.

I looked back at Dean, then moved to remove the glove on my burned left hand. “Look, I figure we’re both short on time so I’ll just give you the crash course.” I leaned over the table holding out my hand to feel his aura. He glanced at my hand but didn’t flinch, if anything he seemed to be sympathetic. I ignored the flash of gratitude I felt, concentrating on my task.

His aura wasn’t quite like anything I had felt before. It had the same steady power that weaved through Michel’s aura, but without the steady, ever-present thrum of faith magic. If anything he it felt like he was a minor practitioner who mixed some faith in with the magic. He’d said he was a hunter so that made a kind of sense. A lot of things reacted stronger to faith than just magic on it’s own. He also had a pair of enchantments woven through him, nothing that seemed harmful, protections, one over his heart the other on his shoulder, though I didn’t have time to work out what they were designed to protect against. they wouldn’t interfere, and that was enough for the moment.

“Ever done a ritual before?”

“Yes, but how the hell do you know how to work Death’s ring?”

The truth was, I didn’t. Luckily, magic was flexible, and Death had already given me all I needed to know. I brushed off the question, tugging my glove back on.

“Wizard. Now, the tri-point circle theory, is simpler then other rituals but it’s also harder to maintain so you’re going to have to concentrate.” I grabbed some of the napkins from the dispenser and fumbled through my duster’s pockets for a pen. I came up with a blue sharpie and decided, good enough. I drew two quick circles on the napkins drawing the standard five pointed star over the first and a cross through the other.

“These are probably the layouts you’ve worked with before.” I tapped the pentacle diagram with the pen. “Four natural elements, plus spirit, inside the circle of will.” I tapped the crossed circle. “Four elements, tied into the four directions, strong layout, but without the personal touch.”

Dean was nodding.

“The tri-point circle theory doesn’t have the base in the elements, because what you’re trying to trap isn’t connected to this world.” I pulled over a new napkin and drew another circle. This time I added three dots to the outside of the circle, the points of an equilateral triangle.

“The three points represent mind, body, and spirit, one symbolic object for each point. So, what have you got to work with?”

“Rings of the four horseman.” Dean said, looking down at the various diagrams. I took a moment, trying to figure out if he was joking. Death may have been the leader of the horseman but I doubted the others were any less powerful, and they probably hadn’t given up their rings nearly as easily. I tried to put that aside for the moment and figure out the implications, and how they would effect the spell.

“Four rings so wouldn’t it be…” Dean tapped the diagram with the crossed circle, but I shook my head.

“If you’re really trying to trap Lucifer, then Death’s right, the tri-point will actually be stronger. Unless you’re trying to trap him here on earth.” I gave Dean a hard stare, managing not to meet his eyes as I did so. I didn’t want to get dragged into a soulgaze. From our brief interaction I had a feeling Dean’s soul wouldn’t be pretty, not that I could talk.

“Hell, no.” Dean didn’t hesitate.

I nodded. “Okay, then your best bet is to use the fourth ring as the circle itself.”

Dean’s forehead wrinkled in concentration. “War,” He said at last. “War’s ring is the only one without a stone.”

I ran through the logic and nodded. “Yeah, that’ll work, War is a human construct, Famine, Pestilence and Death aren’t. Death for spirit then, and I’d say, Pestilence for body, and Famine for mind.” I tapped the napkin as I spoke. “Just keep the purpose of each in you mind and activate the circle the way you would any other ritual.

“What? No words or anything?”

I shrugged, “Unless you know his true Name, it’ll be about wills at that point.” This time I did meet his eyes briefly. “The circle will help but I really don’t envy you.” Said the man who was still planning on trying to trap the Erlking in a few hours.

I tried to look on the bright side, maybe Death would take the necromancers with him when he got out of dodge. Yeah, and Dean would be letting me know how very cold it was in hell.

Across from us Death finished his final bite and stood. We both stood with him automatically. He nodded to us and without a sign he was gone.

“Fucking Creepy,” Dean said with a shudder. He glanced at me. “Look, thanks, for the info, but…”

“Yeah, go. I’ve got my own mess to deal with here, but.” I dug around in my pockets again until I came up one with one of my business cards. I offered it to him. “If we both survive the next few days, look me up. You put your neck out for my city, I owe you one.”

He took the card, glanced at it, then tucked it inside his jacket with the ring. “If we both survive.” He promised, and we headed for the door.

Outside, he headed across the street towards the black Impala, while I made my way to the Blue Beetle. As Dean saw my ride, his face went blank.


“That’s your car?”

I looked down at the blue beetle. At the moment it was more red, white and green then blue but it was mine dammit. I fixed him with my best wizard's glare. “Yes.”

“And it runs?”

I noted that the glare had no effect and shook my head as I ducked behind the wheel. I heard his faint chuckle as he got into his own car and we both drove off to try something stupid.

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