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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.

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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.

Dresden/Marcone slave!Harry

(Anonymous) 2012-01-22 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Instead of the Doom, Harry is sold into slavery and through something plot points ends up owned by Marcone, who has no idea what to do with an angry wizard with serious authority issues.

Bonus points if Marcone doesn't believe in magic before he gets Harry

Re: Dresden/Marcone slave!Harry

(Anonymous) 2012-01-22 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
akelios has already written something along that premise, if you're interested in grimdark stuff.

Re: Dresden/Marcone slave!Harry

(Anonymous) 2012-01-22 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
there can never be too much slave fic but link please?

Re: Dresden/Marcone slave!Harry

(Anonymous) 2012-01-22 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
It might be darker than what you're looking for, but here's a link:


Very much noncon with mental manipulation in spite of the original dubcon warning. akelios corrected that warning later, but just a heads up.

Re: Dresden/Marcone slave!Harry

(Anonymous) 2012-01-23 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
wow, that was pretty dark, thanks for the rec, but what i'm hoping for here is a defiant Harry who refuses orders or gets around them or only obeys the exact order while Marcone has no idea what to do with a slave but soon figures out the possibilies.

Bonus points if Marcone doesn't really agree with it since Harry was a child when it happened but because it's magic Marcone can't free him and Harry has had a few really bad years with a previous master or something and Marcone goes all protective.

FILL: Austringer, 1/maybe 18

(Anonymous) 2012-01-23 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Characters and Pairings: Marcone/Harry, Hendricks, Gard, Ebenezer, Mister, OCs. Kinks: slavery, collaring, chains. Warnings: Dub-con, psychological manipulation, heavy angst, corruption, arguable Stockholm Syndrome, ableist language. (Marcone does know about magic in this one, sorry, OP, but I think I can put in everything else you asked for!)

An “austringer,” as in the title, is an old word for someone who flies goshawks in falconry. Goshawks are among the most prized hawks to work with, but also have a reputation as the most stubborn and the hardest to control and tame.


It didn’t matter why he was here. The important part was that he had come.

To this small, tiny, dusty town, lost among the foothills of the Appalachians, with twisting roads leading up to it that had given even Mr. Hendricks trouble when he wanted to check them for tails. John had leaned back in his seat and dozed with half-shut eyes, trusting Mr. Hendricks to watch out for him and more intent on summoning strength for the confrontation ahead.

For confrontation it would be, no matter that it had looked and sounded like a business deal. Meeting the eyes of the man who had given him the name of the town had told John that much.

And if he did not need the energy immediately, then he would have it coiled and available. He abhorred waste as nature abhorred a vacuum.


In the end, Mr. Hendricks didn’t drive down the main street of town, after all. As they passed one of the small roads that dived down into a hollow, the charm that the green-eyed man had given John chimed. John held it up, the small silver disc on the end of a golden chain, so that Mr. Hendricks could see it and the emerald flashing in the center of it.

Mr. Hendricks grunted and turned down the road. Stones rolled and dirt bucked beneath the wheels, and John settled back further, reflecting that he would hate to have this as his driveway in the winter.

They crossed a wash with a trickle of current whispering at the bottom of it, under years of rotted leaves, and then a great, shadowy shape dropped from the trees in front of them and landed on the road. John noticed the lack of noise it made when it landed, and suspected that the hand Mr. Hendricks laid on his gun would do no good.

“Stand down, Mr. Hendricks,” John said, and put one hand on his door. “This is the guardian we were told to expect.”

Mr. Hendricks still got out of the car first, of course, but with less force than he would have otherwise. And John was right behind him, holding up the charm on its chain. The emerald flashed, and he grimaced. There was a time, not so long ago, when he would have felt ridiculous defending himself with no shield but silver. So few coins contained it, any more.

But he had seen more than one piece of magic, now, and he knew what it could do.

The creature quivered and sniffed at John. It had dark gray fur covered with curving, shadowy black stripes, so faint that John did not think he would have seen them were he far away. The head and body were thick and bulky, but it still bore a resemblance to a great cat. To a saber-toothed tiger, John thought suddenly. He had seen those proportions of bones and legs in a museum before.

The tiger quivered again, and sure enough, the shadows of enormous teeth flashed on the upper jaw before it vanished. John nodded, but did not lower the charm.

“Forgive me. I would have sent your new slave to meet you, but he took a defiant turn this morning and is a bit worse for wear.”

John turned to face the man as he walked towards them, his stride easy and relaxed. He had a gray cloak on, as always, that entirely covered his head and shaded his features, eyes that were as green as Eden, and a literally musical voice, with the noise of bugles and trumpets mixed in. John had seen worse and stranger, including the creature that had just confronted them, but he was not sure he had seen more dangerous.

“He is negligent in the performance of his duties?” John asked, winding the chain around his fingers and dropping the charm back down his shirt. Whether or not he still needed it, he was sure that it would do no good against the man who had made it. For that, he had his own protections. “I begin to see why he is such a good bargain.”

The green-eyed man laughed, and yes, it was like listening to the clash of cymbals. “I assure you, Mr. Marcone, there’s no reason for you to worry about that. He is defiant towards me because I have never fully claimed his collar, being only a custodian and not an owner. He will obey you.”

John nodded, but said nothing. There was nothing to be said in response to a pronouncement like that, at least not until he saw whether the slave would indeed perform as advertised.

“Do you want me to summon him for you?” The green-eyed man dropped his hand to his side and took something out of a pocket that turned out to be a whistle. He ignored, with an impressive lack of concern, the way that Mr. Hendricks had a gun trained on him in that amount of time. “He must respond when he hears this call.”

John examined the whistle. It appeared to be an ordinary instrument, made of silver and on a chain like the charm, but with a single mark on the side that might have been a rune. John did not know much about runes, although he was in negotiations at the moment for an expert consultant who might. “Does the whistle come with my bargain?”

“You will claim the collar,” the green-eyed man said, and smiled, as if he knew a secret that John didn’t. John did not take offense. When it came to magic, that much was undoubtedly true. It was only when someone began to believe that his knowledge gave him an advantage over John that they would have problems. “You won’t need this.” He pressed the whistle to his lips.

John heard nothing, but the charm against his chest vibrated as if from a blow. A moment later, a tall figure came around the edge of a small wooden building John had seen from the corner of his eye but dismissed as a shed or ramshackle garage.

A tall figure, indeed, John saw a moment later, though the young man hunched over as if used to disguising his height. He had bloody scrapes on the palms of his hands, as if he’d fallen on gravel, and his head was bowed in a way that made the cords of his neck stand out. Around his neck, instead of the iron monstrosity that John had expected, was a delicate silver collar, overlapping links of chain that looked hardly capable of holding a kitten.

Then John felt, more than heard, a shrill tone in the air that set his teeth on edge, the sort of noise the whistle might have made. Yes, if that was power, and coming from the collar—and a few more glances sufficed to let him know it was—then it might hold the shadow tiger that had threatened them on their drive in.

Then the young man looked up, and at him.

John steadied himself with an effort. Those eyes were a dark color, possibly grey or brown; it was hard to tell before he glanced away again. But in them, John had not seen what he expected.

No despair, no calmness, no acceptance of his situation. He had seen the caged fury of a wolverine instead. A creature that did not care that it was helpless, who did not care that the sensible course would be to surrender. It would keep on fighting until it was in bloody shreds, because one must.

John knew that kind of heart. It had once beat in his own chest, back when he had looked at the world as a machine intent on crushing him instead of one he could use. Before he had learned that the machine had no soul of its own, and was ripe for the taking.

John gave a faint smile. The young man—and though he was perhaps only twenty, still he was a man, and not a boy—gave him another darting, feral glance, and showed his teeth.

John had agreed to accept the green-eyed man’s offer for many reasons: it could be useful, he wished to know more about the supernatural world than he currently did, he wished to know what would happen to his status when he appeared with the slave-wizard in tow, and who—and what—would react. Not to mention that he was a little awed by what he had seen of magic so far, and wished to lose that awe, or at least learn how much was justified.

But now there was a new motive, one that John made sure to keep off his face when he turned away from his study of his purchase and back to the green-eyed man.

It would be interesting.


(Anonymous) 2012-01-24 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
What a great start! This story is going to be awesome!

Well done anon and thanks for the fill!