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Round Five by five, baby!

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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.

Save A Horse... 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-01-15 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Pairing: Harry Dresden/John Marcone
Kinks: cowboys! Mentioned BDSM, slight roleplay
Warnings: the only Western I have ever watched in my life was The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. As such, my details are iffy and based on very brief wiki research (basically I plugged in the names from the prompt and following comments and went where they led me). Sorry if I screwed up any key facts.


It started on Halloween.

John needed to weave his way through a Halloween party, fully armed and bearing a machine gun, without drawing attention. Furthermore, and this was far more difficult, he needed to get Harry Dresden – all six feet and nine scruffy, underfed, ostentatious, armed-to-the-teeth inches of him – through the same party, again without drawing attention. The alternative was … not an option.

Dresden was looking around wildly for another route, or perhaps a previously-overlooked invisibility potion. John hoped he found it, because there was accomplishing the impossible, and there was accomplishing the impossible. Dresden stood out in just about any room by sheer virtue of his height – the El Dorado leather duster, prevalent jewelry, and Gandalf-esque staff didn't help him to blend any, but it only barely outweighed Dresden's poorly-hidden air of extreme discomfort when surrounded by strangers, particularly those unaware of the world he lived and breathed.

Noticing that swirling leather had stilled, he turned to see what had caught the wizard's attention, only to find the tall scarecrow of a man looming over him with a triumphant gleam in his eye.

“I think I found a way to get us in,” he murmured excitedly. The wicked smirk that followed was less than reassuring. “Hope you've got your wallet on you.”

Stepping out of a nearby pawn shop fifteen minutes later with a new fedora, a violin case, and a toothpick (he did not want to know why Dresden was carrying a bunch of toothpicks on his person), John caught sight of Dresden's costume and nearly dropped the case, unprepared for the sight of a cowboy hat and a downright Texan belt buckle. Dresden may have been trying to affix a stuffed horse's bodiless head to his staff with a bit of string, but he would have had to be blind to miss John's sudden clumsiness and stupefied expression.

Ever since childhood, John had had an unshakeable fondness for Westerns. It was the cowboys. John had always liked cowboys. Really, really liked cowboys. Jack Palance, Steve Forrest, Dennis Weaver, Clint Eastwood, John Wayne, James Arness, John had watched their films until the tape ribbons wore out. And the attraction of the genre had only deepened with the onset of puberty.

His mind flew back to being fourteen and just introduced to the closet, finally understanding why his stomach always squirmed with an odd medley of lust and jealousy whenever Matt Dillon smiled and tipped his hat or leaned in for a kiss from Miss Kitty. He remembered being seventeen, newly aware of the world of ropes and leather and “sir,” realizing why his skin tingled and his breath got short every time the McCloud lassoed his man.

And now, because the fates hated him, he was on a well-lit street corner with Harry too-fucking-obliviously-attractive-for-his-own-good Dresden. In full cowboy regalia. Fuck.

Dresden eyed him curiously, but finished tying off his makeshift hobby-horse before he ambled over, giving John time to hide his reaction behind the increasingly handy violin case. The wizard looked him over critically, then rummaged through his pockets muttering, “Needs something... Where is it? Ha!”

He folded a handkerchief competently and tucked it into John's breast pocket. John's breathing stuttered and he clutched at the case imperceptibly, but otherwise remained calm and inscrutable. Then Dresden tipped his hat and drawled, “Wahll, ah reckon we done 'bout as much as we can do out here, Mis-ter Marcone. Whaddaya say we rustle up some monsters an' save them poor party-goers?”

The accent was what broke him, the final straw that snapped his control. John bit through his toothpick and trembled in place, panting. He knew his eyes had dilated until they looked almost black, could feel the heat rising (fuckfuckfuck) under his skin in (FUCK) a full-body blush, heard himself draw in a shaky breath and say, in a husky, quivering voice he barely recognized as his own, “You've got yourself a date, cowboy.”

His hand moved of its own accord, pulling a replacement toothpick from Dresden's pants pocket and bringing it up to his lips. He twirled it lasciviously, looking up through his eyelashes at Dresden's gobsmacked expression. Hiding a nervous gulp behind a coy smile, he hefted the case carelessly over his shoulder, exposing the marred fall of his trousers, then turned and walked toward the party, subtly adding a little extra sway to his step. Dresden's gaze burned into his back. “You coming, Sheriff?” he called over his shoulder, smirking as he caught the wizard's eyes jerking up from his backside.

The night was off to a promising start.

Re: Save A Horse... 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-01-15 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
\o/ Hurraaaaaaaay \o/

This is fantastic. Oh John, overwhelmed by pretty. Stick your hand in his pants, that will show him!

Really great characterization worked into this, and the haaaawesome of their costumes, Harry's own brand of competency, and oh cowboys.

Re: Save A Horse... 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-01-16 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
*massive, shit-eating grin*

Yes. Yes it will. Absolutely. There is no situation that cannot be improved by sticking your hand in Harry Dresden's pants.

I'm glad you approve! I had to leave out a few costume details, like the fingerless gloves hiding the rings and shield bracelet, or the holster and cowboy boots that I'm pretty sure are canon, but I think I got the big picture across.

Cowboy Harry... mmmmm. 8D'

Re: Save A Horse... 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-01-16 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry, I meant the boots are canon, the holster is my extrapolation from his possession of a .45 (presumably licensed). I guess he could just carry it in his pockets, but I'm given to understand that that is an appallingly bad idea with a loaded gun.

Re: Save A Horse... 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-01-16 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Handguns are illegal in Chicago, unless they are grandfathered guns (and possibly certain collector guns). I don't know how the target pistols and the law work.

Harry is forever placing his gun in the duster's pocket along with spare loose bullets.


Re: Save A Horse... 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-01-16 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, ditto-- he has various calibre's through the series, and he's pretty reliable about sharing where he loses them, and while he probably does have holsters for them, they tend to just end up in his pockets along with everything (like, you know. Mouse. <3) He does have a backpack now and then, but off the top of my head, I don't remember if his gun(s) have ever ended up in there.

Re: Save A Horse... 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-01-16 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
...::sigh:: calibres. don't mind these typoing fingers.

Re: Save A Horse... 1/1

(Anonymous) 2012-01-16 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
Ah... Oops, I guess? I know he has a .45 at some point though - I'm pretty sure it's mentioned in book 2 or 3 that he gets it to replace his original (smaller) gun after he loses it fighting wolfed-out MacFinn.

I'm not very far along in the actual series. Dammit, Harry, be smart with the lethal instrument of perforation! Having a gun won't help you if you can't find the bullets among all the other crap in your pockets, or if your gun goes off when you hit a wall and shoots you in the ass!

I myself am not sure why Harry's carrying toothpicks around either, although for some reason I suspect it has something to do with the Guard.