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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.

A simple prompt.

(Anonymous) 2012-02-26 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Until he was five years old, Harry thought his full and complete name was "Harry Harry No".

Who did he introduce himself to so formally at five? How did they react?

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Characters & Pairings: Mentions of Harry Dresden/John Marcone and Thomas Raith/Justine, but entirely nonsexual gen in this fic. John Marcone, Listens to Wind, Ebenezar McCoy, Harry Dresden, Thomas Raith, mentions of Gard, Justine, and Mouse.
Kinks: kidfic, second childhood, age regression, situational:age change, involuntary transformation
Content notes: no mandatory notes. Mentions of a previous sexual relationship between adults, one of whom is now a child, but absolutely no sexual contact or content while said character is a kid. Quasi-fill inspired by the prompt here.

John’s just getting in from his chores, making one last sweep of the grass in front of the house for any missed mess to scoop up, hands chapped and shit on his boots, just as the doorway opens in the air, right outside the farmhouse.

It’s got to be someone with an invitation, to stroll onto McCoy’s land like this, to get past the Fort Knox-heavy array of wards and blockades McCoy’s put up in the Nevernever where it touches what’s his on this side, but he grips his shovel anyway, the comfortable solidity of wood and iron giving him that little extra bit of assurance.

It’s a Council wizard; the robes give it away if the vague familiarity of having seen his face in the files Ms. Gard had once prepared for him didn’t. Native American, grey hair and a spark of recognition in his own dark eyes, maybe a hint of approval at the heavy metal shovel, the sharp of the blade still upright and at the ready.

“Baron.” The wizard nods at him. John doesn’t bother to be surprised at being recognized.

“Wizard Listens to Wind.” He gives a bored boardroom nod that doesn’t marry well with the flannel shirt and stained jeans he’s wearing, the muck and dirt on his hands. “Wizard McCoy said you’d be coming. You know healing spells.”

A serious nod, those dark eyes holding his gaze just long enough for a soulgaze not to start. “If there’s any healing to be done, I’ll do it. But the best thing may be to let this run its course.”

As a snap diagnosis, it’s not unexpected. The spell that was supposed to unmake Harry Dresden... failed. No-one is entirely sure why. Perhaps that there was an extra body in the room, an extra blood target unaccounted for, or the mammoth-sized pet of no small ability itself with them. But instead of driving him out of existence it... well...

“Joe!” McCoy calls from the door of the farmhouse, coming out with his grandsons under each arm. One, black-haired and still heavy-faced with baby fat and all of seven, squints warily at the visiting Wizard through metal-rimmed glasses.

His little brother is three. Extremely three, recently. He has chubby knees and a round face, and an open smile that John has come to theorize is some kind of evolutionary survival mechanism for when he’s being particularly maddening through no fault of his own. The toddler squirms in Ebenezar’s arms, and McCoy puts him down to trot out brazenly, bow legged child-steps taking him down the front path, waving, beaming in the supreme assurance that this is his grandparent’s friend and that makes Listens to Wind a person to be loved whole-heartedly.

“HiJoe! Hi!”

“Hello,” Listens to Wind says, with a smile that John doubts is as grave as it’s intended to be. “I’m Joe Listens to Wind, but I see that Ebenezar’s already told you that. It’s good to meet you.”

“My name is NoHarryNo,” the little boy says seriously, and John has to hide his face with the back of his hand. ...Harry really is very ‘three’. Although his elder brother, who by this logic is named ThomasSTOP, hasn’t gotten into significantly less trouble. The disaster they made of the kitchen the other night, attempting to duplicate macaroni and cheese....

John looks at the grinning little boy, well-fed and well-loved and safe with his devoted family. It hurts him, daily, in a way that he’s learning to ignore. His Harry, his cowboy wizard, made of big hands and lean masculine lines and not-quite-equal parts bitterness and gentle heart, is gone. Or perhaps dreaming, sleeping-- present only in the nightmares that wake NoHarryNo up and send him running for John or Thomas or McCoy.

Perhaps there is no cure, or healing, but to let this child, and his brother, grow up. Safe. And happy. And with something more like family than perhaps either of them ever knew in their lives before.

He is selfish, of course. As, he likes to think, anyone would be. He wants his Harry back. He wants their visits, their Friday nights at McAnally’s, the snide comments and outright teasing and the heat of a man who must be half-made of fire sleeping beside him. Miss Justine, no last name, has the same haunted, guilty want in her eyes when she visits the farm. John watches her play toy trucks with ThomasSTOP and sees the same ache.

But he knows that she has found that it is impossible not to love them as they are, at the same time. He couldn’t help it; he can’t help it. These children, unharmed and still so innocent. He cannot trade them out of existence. Cannot wager summers full of duck ponds and blackberries, the joy of a small boy with a small puppy (named Mows, the small mouth carefully shaping the vowel) for one more night with the man he loves.


Let the worst this smiling child, borne up into Listen to Wind’s arms, must fear be a messy kitchen, cheese in his hair and a bath to put it right. Let the greatest monsters he must face be eventual kindergarten teachers, let him have years to rest and not be harried by Sidhe and demon and mortal alike.

Let him be NoHarryNo until the nightmares are gone. John will murder anyone who tries to make it otherwise.

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Mass Effect Crossover

(Anonymous) 2012-02-26 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Instead of Cerberus, Commander Shepard is ressurected by Monoc Securities. Replace Miranda and Jacob with, say, Gard and Thor. I don't care what happens next, but I want to see this.

Oh, yeah, and I guess you could switch Zaeed out for Kincaid.
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[personal profile] luciazephyr 2012-02-28 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
you could switch Zaeed out with a rock and it'd be an improvement.

hrm. I'm a hardcore ME fan, but I find fanfic problematic, given how every Shepard is different...

crossover, generation kill

(Anonymous) 2012-02-26 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
The guys from Generation Kill work for Marcone. They spend their days kicking ass, kvetching, speculating about the Boss's past, and ragging each other for their collective mancrush on him. Brad loves him because he's so competent. Ray loves him for his badassery. etc etc

Goodbye Gifts

(Anonymous) 2012-02-27 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Lash didn't just leave Harry with some extra musical talent. She also gave him some lady bits. Which bits, and the extent of the change is up to the author. Crack or Serious. Accidental M~ish preg a bonus.

Ghostrider/Dresden Files fusion

(Anonymous) 2012-02-27 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm a total doofus, yes I ammm~

Harry becomes the next Ghostrider. Somehow

And the Blue Beetle is his... steed.

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-28 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Oh my god I need this. Can Murphy be a ghostrider as well, since she's got a motorcycle? I think there can be more than one at a time, right? (I find the image of a 5-foot-nothing flaming skeleton amusing, alright?)

Can someone please work Nic Cage into this? I don't care how, but this needs nic cage.

Also, just remembered that I got the first couple of Dresden books the same night I went to see the first Ghost Rider movie. Weird.
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gen, mob

[personal profile] schmevil 2012-02-28 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Marcone's Outfit, as opposed to the Original Recipe Outfit, is an equal opportunity employer committed to a discrimination free environment. There are workshops and everything. Consequently, the Outfit draws a lot of criminal misfits, who wouldn't be at home in other organizations. I'd like the stories of some of his employees and associates: how they got involved with the Outfit, what they think of this magic business, Chicago's resident wizard cowboy, and of course the boss. OCs or crossover characters both welcome.

Bonus points for tedious criminal staff meetings.

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-28 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Let's see Harry, Marcone, Kincaid, Ivy, Molly and Sanya (as well as whomever else you'd like to throw in there) discussing music. Bonus if Ivy is diligently defending the merits of dubstep.

Ivy the Killer DM

(Anonymous) 2012-02-28 10:42 am (UTC)(link)
Ivy is filling in for Will as DM for the weekly Arcanos session and decides to go Tomb of Horrors on everyone to shake things up. The adventuring party can be made of anyone provided Harry is the group's wizard. Make me proud D&D anons.
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oh god. kinda want to do this based off The Spoony One's horrimazing Counter Monkey tales...

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I don't even know......

(Anonymous) 2012-02-29 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
I've been doing a massive 5 season marathon watch of the TV show Psych. I adore Shawn Spencer and his sidekick Gus. Their dynamic with each other is hilarious. I think I've gone a little funny in the head from too much Psych though, because I keep thinking that Shawn would totally be Dresden's kid. What if...?
Maybe Shawn was adopted and he finds out his biological dad, Harry, is dead and goes to the funeral and everyone is like O_*?!
I would love something with Shawn, Gus, Marcone, anyone else. The potential for comedy is staggering.

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Pysch? I love Psych! And this would make so much sense, relationship wise, as in the early seasons Shawn could barely stand to stay in the same room as Henry. The only problems are timelines... because I doubt Harry was making babies right out of the elementary school. Then again, that is what MAGIC is for.

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At some point in his life, John Marcone turned tricks.

(Anonymous) 2012-02-29 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
I ship Harry/Marcone, but no pairing is necessary. Could take place whenever, can be for whatever reason, can be a one-time thing or can have once been his career, basically, everything is up to you, anons.

Ready set go.
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I was actually just going to prompt this, no lie.

Rebellious Phase

(Anonymous) 2012-02-29 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
What if Deirdre went through that rebellious phase that a lot of teenagers seem to go through. Only, since her dad is pretty much pure evil, she rebelled by doing good. Well, by trying to. Problem is, she's really bad at being good. Bonus points for her flirting with anyone and the object of her affections having no fucking clue what to do. Especially if she's flirting with Butters. Or, how would Hendricks explain that he's got a date with someone who helped torture his boss? How would Harry deal with explaining to Nicodemus that Deirdre is pregnant and he's the father? (Most awkward phone-call ever.)

Honestly, I kind of just want to see anything where an evil character has a change of heart and starts doing good, and everyone else is just "what is this I don't even". I mean, imagine how much of a pain in the ass it would be if Nicodemus tried to go good! No one would believe him!

Just make me laugh my ass off.
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Re-post to fill (Some more) Harry Potter AU

[personal profile] grenegome 2012-02-29 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Original Prompt:

“I want the whole cast as teenagers at Hogwarts. And yes, they're all wizards.

Slash preferred, but gen's cool too.”

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Harry Dresden and the Halloween Hogwarts Birthday (1/4)

[personal profile] grenegome 2012-03-01 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Gen-ish. Characters in this section: Harry Dresden, Waldo Butters, Fix, Vince Graver, Luccio, John Marcone.

Characters as students and staff at Hogwarts. No warnings apply to this section.

Previous parts can be found here:

Harry Dresden and the Sorting Hat: http://dresden-kink.dreamwidth.org/2675.html?thread=2161523#cmt2161523
Harry Dresden and Hufflepuff’s House Points:

I woke to the clatter of Waldo’s alarm clock, a racket that sounded pretty much like a brass band falling down a flight of stairs, and the sole guarantee that not a single Hufflepuff first year boy had missed breakfast since term began.

“Augh!” wailed Fix, sitting up in bed and nailing the clock marching around on Waldo’s bedside table with an overarm pillow throw.

“Hey!” Waldo yawned, rolling over to rescue his clock from the floor, “And a happy Halloween to you too!”

“...Halloween?” I repeated, kicking my way out of the blankets. “HALLOWEEN!”

Another series of groans sprung up from Fix and the determinedly unconscious Vince, but Waldo just turned to grin at me. I leapfrogged from my bed to his, tipping him laughing back onto his pillow. “Waldo! Halloween! It’s my-- ”

“Birthday!” he finished for me, all smiles. “We know, Harry; you mentioned it.”

“A few thousand times,” said Vince, now under his pillow.

“Come on, Graver, I’m twelve! It only happens once.”

I jumped off Waldo’s bed to peer out of the window, bare feet cold on the floor. It was still dark, and I couldn’t see much. “My godmother said she’d send a cake, d’you think it’d come with the morning owls?”

“I’m not sure birthday cake counts as a breakfast food,” Waldo yawned. “Aren’t we having a whole feast later?”

“Breakfast!” I dragged my robes from where I’d kicked them under the bed last night. “Come on guys, rise and shine!” Instead of rising or shining, Fix lobbed his second pillow, nailing me in the back of the head when I was half tangled in my robe. “Yah! Fix!”

“There’s more where that came from!” Vince finally emerged from his bundle of blankets, and caught me in the shoulder with a rapid fire pillow. I threw it back, covering my dash for the bathroom, and slammed the door shut behind me. I leaned against it, and grinned birthdayhalloween at the mirror.

“You look cheerful, dear,” it said. “Start the day with a smile, that’s the way! But you really should run a comb through that hair.”

The mirror was usually right about this stuff, the same way Lea was, so I borrowed Fix’s comb and dragged it through my hair until the mirror was satisfied. Then I finished dressing, and led an even-earlier-than-usual troupe of Hufflepuff boys down to the Great Hall. I’d wanted to wake the girls too, in case there was cake and they wanted some, but the others had all looked horrified at the idea of banging on their dorm room door. So it was just us walking into the hall, grinning at the decorations.

I’d heard some of the older kids talking about the Halloween feast, and the hall was already made up for it. Pumpkins levitated through the air, grinning down at us with a variety of fearsome expressions, and the walls were laced with black and orange cobwebs. It was still early, so the place was mostly empty apart from a few quidditch players refuelling after a horribly early practice session. It wasn’t even light yet. I checked the high table, hoping to catch uncle Michael for just a minute, even though he ate breakfast at home half the time. But Professor Luccio was the only member of staff there, and she was frowning at us.

“Gentlemen, please tell me you’ve all spontaneously become morning people. If there’s some reason you’ve had to evacuate your dormitory, I don’t want to hear about it until I’ve finished my coffee.”

Oops. Maybe Luccio had heard about that time with the overly explosive Exploding Snap cards. I gave her a little morning wave. “It’s my Birthday!” I tried. “Happy Halloween, Professor.”

Luccio stopped frowning. “Ah, good. Happy Halloween, Mr Dresden. And many happy returns.”

Having reassured Professor Luccio that we hadn’t set Hufflepuff on fire, I got stuck in, piling up sausage and bacon and eggs and beans and toast on my plate and demolishing at least half of it before the rest of the school started drifting in, calling morning greetings and scrambling for seats with friends.

I was torn between watching the door for John, keeping an eye out for the morning post, and listening to Fix and Vince debate the likelihood of the ghosts putting on a show for the evening feast.

The owls arrived before John did, Chauncy bearing down on me with a basket in his talons. He dropped it in my breakfast, and then shrieked at me.

“Ow. Thanks, Chaunzaggoroth. Happy Halloween.” Chauncy shrieked again, snapped his beak at Vince, who’d been edging close to the basket, and flapped off. Waldo caught a cup of tea before it could tip over in the backdraft.

“That owl is mean,” Fix said.

“Open the basket,” Vince said, leaning closer again. “Come on, Harry.”

I did, and pulled out four parcels, wrapped in yellow paper and black ribbon. The knots slowed me down a bit, until Fix leaned over and snapped the ribbon with his knife, getting jam all over the place in the process.

“You got parchment?” Vince said. He sounded disappointed, and I guess parchment might look like a boring present to someone who hadn’t sat staring at Cartographer's Craft, Chapter Two: Tools and Techniques, but I had. I could recognise plotting parchment when it was staring me the face.

“I like parchment,” I grinned, and tore into the next two gifts. Lea had sent me a box of finely crafted quills, and a selection of inks in black and red and gold. They were perfect, and I couldn’t wait to show John, but there was one present left.

“What’s that going to be? Enchanted paperclips?”

“No idea.” I tugged at the black ribbon, and the bow unravelled, paper folding away before I could touch it, and I was looking at a miniture model of Hogwarts.

“Oh!” I said, and leaned in closer to look, because it’s not like you can usually see the astronomy tower from above, but I sat back quickly when the tower got closer than I expected.

“Is it growing?” Fix yanked his porridge out of the way as Hogwarts got bigger, pushing a tide of cutlery and food along the table.

“Uhm-- ” I said. “Yes. Definitely growing. Lisa! Watch your plate!”

People were turning to look as things crashed off the floor, and the spires of Hogwarts rose into view from Hufflepuff’s table. I hoped it wasn’t supposed to be life size, or I was going to be in trouble for opening this particular present in doors.

As I debated calling a teacher for help, Butters drew his wand and poked the model. It sank straight through. “...Huh,” Butters said, pulling the wand back out. It was all goopy. “Wait. Is this icing?”

“Oh, Merlin. It’s a cake!” Vince wooped, and then punched the air. “Giant cake! Dresden! Best breakfast ever!”

I burst out laughing and took a quick peak at the teachers’ table. The cake had drawn to a halt, with the tallest tower maybe about level with my head. Professor McAnally was smiling at us, and Professor Luccio had a hand on Professor Morgan’s shoulder, who was half way to standing. It looked like I wasn’t about to get told off, despite the mess.

“Right. You better get people to pass their plates down,” I said, waving encouragingly to the group of third year girls who were sitting next to us. “From the other tables too; I don’t think I can eat this much by myself.”

The sudden influx of cake kickstarted a chorus of ‘happy birthday!’s, and some enthusiastic and off key singing. Vince and Butters were trying their best to sing the loudest, right down my ears. But there’s only so long anyone wants to sing for with a giant chunk of cake waiting for them, and the last notes were dying away by the time John Marcone slunk into the hall.

I don’t think John made a habit of listening to his mirror; his hair looked like he’d tried to comb it with a pillow.

I waved him down. “John! I saved you the astronomy tower! Happy Halloween!”

John made his way over, staring at the wreckage of cake crumbs and icing. “Harry. Five minutes. Meet you in the treehouse.”

“But you haven’t eaten,” I said.

John picked up the astronomy tower and bit its roof off. “Fife m’nts, H’wy.” Then he stalked back out of the hall, school bag slung over his shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re friends?” Waldo asked, watching him leave.

I shrugged. “I don’t think he’s had much practice, but yeah. Best friends, Waldo.” I got my stuff together. “See you in Charms?”

“Lessons start soon, Harry. Don’t be late, we need the points.”

“I won’t! Cross my heart!” With that, I dashed out the hall after John.

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Harry Dresden, the Dad-Who-Was

(Anonymous) 2012-03-01 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Because every time I see Harry Potter mentioned, I get a bit stir-crazy. So, here I go, with my rather ambitious prompt...

A Harry-Dresden-Adopts-Harry-Potter idea:

Harry Dresden is just starting out as a PI after finishing up with Ragged Angel. So far business has been slow, the little kitten he found is an absolute monster about using his home as a personal scratching post, and Bob is... well, being Bob about things he shouldn't be being Bob about. As usual.

And then one night, a little boy with green eyes winds up on his doorstep. He says his name is... Boy. Freak.

With no one stepping up to claim him as theirs (and without an actual name to go on) and with the surprising amount of Accidental Magic on the the little boy's part, Harry adopts him. It's almost a painful deja vu to hear the little wizard refer to himself as "boy" and "freak", so he may be a tad hell-bent on being the best, er, Dad (whatamIdoingwhatamIdoingI'maDad?) and mentor he can be.

...And then a few years later, when business is sort-of-slow-but-hey-we-got-money!, a damn OWL (maybe the demons should take lessons from those guys, huh?) gets through the wards.

The rest and how it goes is pretty much up to the author, but if you feel the need to tweak anything about the prompt (should I call it a plot-bunny instead? Yiiiikes.) go for it! I understand it's a really lengthy/plotty/omg-huge-thingy-thing, so smaller fills are welcomed as well. :)

Giant and ambitious prompt is giant and ambitious. Fffft.

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Can Marcone see him being all "Super Daddy!" and decide to sweep him off his feet because he's just too adorable for words?????

Op Here

(Anonymous) 2012-03-01 11:33 am (UTC)(link)
I'd think Harry would only play a wizard if Ivy added the condition that the affects of his spells would work the way he usually describes them as working. Though honestly I'm not really picky who's the barbrian and who isn't as I kind of wanted it to be a mix of in-game action and player commentary. Though all the players (Take your pick) everyone picking some form of escapism would be cool. Like Molly picking a nuker type wizard,Butters as a holy paladin warrior or Kincaid as a nervous cleric would be interesting. Overall I just want a regular game that gets insanely difficult the minute Ivy shows up.

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Mods please delete this. I meant it as a reply to the Ivy The Killer DM prompt

Culture attitude AU

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The supernatural is pretty much ignored by the world at large in DF, but what if it was turned on its head? People believed it, but those who practice magic, suspected of being vampires etc, are highly persecuted. Any reported oddity is investigated and if the tip turns up anything non-human, a large reward is handed out. Inquisitors and witch-hunters are hailed as heroes, with a tally of their takes followed as avidly as sports.

Dresden is still a PI, but has a lot more pressure to hide what he is.

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I now have this image of Harry and Co. trying to turn Chicago into a refuge for all the hunted/displaced beings out there. And setting up rules so the more predatory ones know what they can/cannot do or they get thrown out/given up.

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5+1 Kisses

(Anonymous) 2012-03-01 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
5 Times Dresden and Marcone kissed for supernatural and/or political reasons and the first time it was just for them.

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Ooooooh, I am totally behind this! Seconded!

Prototype crossover

(Anonymous) 2012-03-02 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
The infected could be Alex Mercer himself come to town, or any of the DF cast. I am not picky. I just ask for an epic showdown and post-battle tentacle sexing. Probably non-con, given the context, but if you manage to twist it about to be consensual, that would be epic.

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o_o Why do I want this so much?

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(Anonymous) 2012-03-02 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Anyone, utterly failing to communicate for a few moments, their words all smushed into a legit keyboard mash because they are *that* turned on by something, the point they were valiantly trying to articulate gets mangled.

Points if its unintentional and in public.

Double points in Kincaid is involved.

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Yes! this is an awesome idea.

Repost With Fill: Flirty Harry

(Anonymous) 2012-03-03 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
From Round 4, http://dresden-kink.dreamwidth.org/2675.html?thread=2870131#cmt2870131
Time for Harry to put his acting skills to good use again. In order to save the day, Harry has to flirt his ass off with a powerful supernatural being. Harry/Marcone would be awesome but whoever whatever pairings and kinks is up to anon.

(If it helps any, I have this funny imagine of Marcone and Lara watching this go down and both snapping the stems of their fancy wineglasses in half in rrraaaagggee.)

It turns out I misremembered this prompt somewhat when I was writing the fill; I hope OP won't mind my slightly mangled version.

Green-Eyed Monster

(Anonymous) 2012-03-03 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Pairings: Harry Dresden/John Marcone onesided
Characters: Harry Dresden, John Marcone, “Cujo” Hendricks
Kinks: jealous!John, pining!John, flirty!Harry, oblivious!Harry
Warnings: some violence


John is staring. He knows he's staring, and doesn't care. It doesn't seem to make the impossible – impossible, his mind insists – vision disappear. Dresden is still there. He is still smiling, carefree and loose-limbed and exuding promises with every curve of his lips, every flash of his teeth, every sidelong look and tilt of his head and lazy, graceful (graceful! From Dresden!) gesture. Invitation is in the line of his jaw, the coy arch of his neck, the flash of skin when he leans forward and his shirt, left unbuttoned far too low on his chest (and since when did Dresden even own a button-up?), flutters open. As John gapes, Dresden laughs again, throaty and breathless and pleased and God, if anyone had ever bottled it as a potion ingredient its use would send the most devout monk racing for the showers.

John wants to kill the man he is with.

Hendricks is shifting nervously, probably aware, in that preternatural way he tends to be, of John's thought processes. It's possible that the broken stem of the wineglass he's holding could have given him away, as well.

Dresden has just brushed his hand against his table-partner's reaching for his beer. He smirks slightly, establishing the dumbfounding concept that Harry Dresden knows how to do sultry, and tips his head back to swallow it down, draining the last of the bottle in one lengthy, deliberate pull that shows off his long, pale throat and sharp collarbones and makes John fumble handing a waitress the remains of his glass. Dresden sets the empty vessel down and stands, leaning down only briefly to whisper something blatantly suggestive in his giggling, flushed companion's ear before he boldly draws the man up by the hand and pulls him close – not quite in kissing range, but close enough to suggest the possibility of kisses, and all the things that followed kisses, and John isn't sure when he began moving, but Dresden and his, his date don't get more than a few paces toward the doors before John has the latter unconscious under him, bleeding inconsiderately all over the expensive carpeting John had put down in this club. He'll have to get it changed, now. It seems a remarkably satisfactory bargain for the remembered crack of the man's irritatingly pretty face under his knuckles.

But Dresden is apparently less convinced of this exchange's value, judging by the volume and ferocity of his shouting as he pries John's hand away from his would-be competition's throat. Eventually John realizes that he's demanding an explanation between his many varied and imaginative insults, and oh, yes, that is a reasonable request, isn't it? Oops.

Fortunately one springs to mind quickly, and John can only hope this won't be one of those moments where Dresden's uncanny insight into John's thoughts and motivations randomly kicks in.

“You knowingly walked into one of my establishments, apparently voluntarily, in the company of a stranger, then ordered a brand of beer that you do not drink and proceeded to act in a manner distinctly unlike your normal behavior, even without accounting for the fact that every report has you either utterly, blindly straight or in a long-term relationship that is, at least, faithful on your side. Was I incorrect in deciphering certain of these actions as an indirect request for aid?”

Dresden flounders for a moment, befuddlement stealing his voice until the light visibly clicks, and he yelps, “Indir- wha- you thought I was, was mind-whammied or something?”

John raises an eyebrow. It is not an unreasonable assumption, given the evidence. He likely would have come to it in truth if he hadn't been distracted by blinding, overwhelming jealous rage.

Dresden, uncharacteristically, responds to this silent criticism with a suddenly pensive expression and a downright levelheaded, “Yeah, I guess that was a pretty good deduction. Wrong, as it happens, but sound reasoning.”

He sounds almost touched. And now John does begin to suspect mind-control, because that's the closest thing to praise that Dresden has granted him in years of interaction. He subtly checks a few talismans, but none of them indicate the presence of fae glamour, White Court influence, or black magic, the three most likely culprits.

Dresden's looking at him sardonically, and he must not have been subtle enough, because the wizard dryly assures John that he's “still not mind-controlled, still think you're scum, and still plan to rearrange your nose if you kill this guy before I get my answers from him.”

Apparently the man has been disappearing low-level practitioners of various ages for months now, working his way through three other cities before stopping in Chicago. Harry wants to know what's happened to the missing magic-users, and how a man with no talent of his own is identifying and abducting them, especially after the Paranet sent out a warning – and, if they aren't dead, how he's keeping them subdued. The club had been the unconscious man's idea, and the flirting a means of getting him in range of Thomas Raith, lying in wait at Dresden's apartment, without raising suspicion with the man's probable partner or partners. John finds himself ridiculously cheered by this news, and takes pains not to show it by smugly grinding his fallen opponent's face in the bloody carpet and claiming the wizard-detective as the spoils of his victory, however strong the impulse is. Instead he asks about the beer.

“Lowest alcohol content of anything on your stupid menu. Also tastes like piss, by the wa– hey!” Dresden interrupts himself mid-complaint.

“How the hell did you – why would you – seriously, Marcone? My beer preferences?” The wizard's incredulous tone wavers between disturbed bewilderment and disbelieving hilarity. “Seriously?”

John smirks and says nothing – theoretically there is no good reason for him to desire that information, and trying to come up with one would only make it clear that he has something to hide. Refusing to give one makes it seem as if he finds the subject important, possibly for the intimidation value of having such trivia, without in any way indicating that he actually cares about it.

“Stalker,” Dresden accuses, and John wonders if he's wrong to find hope in the fact that hilarity is winning out.

The club has emptied as they talked, and the police will be here soon. John turns his attention to the pockets of the fallen man, quickly finding what he'd expected to. He proffers the small pill for Dresden's inspection. “I expect this is how he's catching them,” he murmurs quietly, anger tucked neatly away into a dark corner of himself. “I'd say you were intended to join his collection, tonight. You'll be able to hand him over to the police, with this as evidence; if they don't find out who his accomplice is I can ensure he gets picked up shortly after they're done with him.”

At Dresden's sharp look, John says simply, “He took children.”

Unspoken are the words, “no debts incurred,” “this would happen anyway,” “he won't live past his ability to give information.” They aren't needed.

Dresden nods, reluctantly. He doesn't approve of John's methods, or approves too much for his own peace of mind, but he knows this is one area where he will not change the outcome. Nor, John knows, does he truly wish to try – Dresden has a vicious streak that outstrips even John's, for all that he pushes it down further, and hurting children is one hot button they both share.

Giving his statement at the precinct, John indicates that he knows Dresden does contractor work with the Department, states that he did not want a police consultant coming to harm on his property, and implies simultaneously that this is because he is a concerned and upstanding citizen and that he simply wanted to make sure he didn't get implicated in said consultant's possible rape, kidnapping, and/or murder. When questioned about the extent of the force used to subdue the man, he says merely, “I do not tolerate the use of date-rape drugs in my establishments. I wanted to ensure he couldn't escape before you arrived.”

Edward Gilbert Wasser disappears from his cell shortly after he lawyers up. The next day a letter with no signature or return address is delivered to Dresden's office, and another to the CPD, and the next time John sees the wizard it is casually mentioned that several missing persons have recently been recovered through an anonymous tip. John accepts the implicit acknowledgment and accompanying paper cup of almost decent coffee (it's offered free at this gathering, so it isn't technically a gift, and technicalities are important between them) with graceful obtuseness, and lets his gaze linger just a little as Dresden leaves, wistfully imagining laughing eyes, a touch on his hand, an easy smile directed his way, a slightly juvenile seduction technique enacted for his benefit. He still has no certain indication of Dresden's orientation, but John has plenty of new material to keep him occupied at night.

Maybe someday he'll see it first-hand.

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A Few Dark Rituals and Suddenyl You're a Bad Guy

(Anonymous) 2012-03-03 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
So, Kremmler comes back. Only we don't see evil-incarnate but we pretty comedic dude. Someone you can shoot the shit with, so to say. And he really wants to see whats new in the world of necromancy.

I want to see a necromancer's convention. Even better if he hears about Sue and decides there needs to be more funtimes, with the dead and our favorite PI.

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Oh, yes. Yesyesyesyesyes. And when the Morgan, or whoever, shows up and is like, 'We killed you!' Kemmler is all, 'Dude, Master Necromancer here. I laugh at your silly conventions of nature.'

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Alwaysagirl!Harry/Murphy, 1st time f/f

(Anonymous) 2012-03-03 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Murphy is the first woman alwaysagirl!Harry has sex with.
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someone gets their pyromania on

[personal profile] schmevil 2012-03-03 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Chicago's under attack by some supernatural threat. Madness in the streets, etc etc. The usual. Only someone else gets to blowing-shit-up, setting-things-aflame first, and in doing so, saves the day. Harry's grateful, but a little put out. That's his thing.

Re: someone gets their pyromania on

(Anonymous) 2012-03-03 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
The first thing that came to my mind was "Marcone has a flamethrower! A Flamethrower! Fsdkshkdh"

Or somebody else has a flamethrower. And bombs. Lots of burn-y bombs. :grin: In any case, whoever/whatever is behind the lets-burn-it-first!, I LOL at the image of Harry sulking somewhere in a corner about it.

My fireeee. My precious fireeeee. What are you doing with it, you fire-stealing meanieheads. :C

Aaand I'll just take my leave now... :cough:

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Harry "dumps" Marcone

(Anonymous) 2012-03-03 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"John, it's nothing personal. But between your dick and Karrin...I can find another fuck-buddy a lot easier than I can find another best friend."

Harry and Marcone are fuckbuddies. Well, they were.
And I'd prefer it if Harry's decision to end it is his own, and not because Murphy gives him an ultimatum or anything. Bonus points if there's little to no angst, and everyone ends up relatively happy. (I've got enough angst in my own writing at the moment, I want everything to be chill.)

Michael Carpenter is turned into a dog...

(Anonymous) 2012-03-04 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Charity isn't too happy with Harry (actually, she's pretty terrifying at this point). While he works on a potion to fix Michael, the "Jawas" absolutely adore the golden retriever Uncle Harry brought back with him. Yeah, it's just for a while, but c'moooon, look at how happy he is!

Just... please? <3

Alternate Mouse

(Anonymous) 2012-03-04 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Mouse is supposed to be a huge dog, something like a Caucasian Shepherd, right? What if he wasn't? What if he was something really tiny? Like a Corgi?

I want to see Mouse as a tiny dog who is still incredibly intimidating when he needs to be.

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Mouse would approve, I'm sure, given that he would probably love to still be pocket-sized. Check out the look he gives the little dog's birdcage in White Night!

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