Galactic Emperor Marcone (or something like that). And Harry as the..uhm...empress consort. A sulky empress consort who still can't believe that he got stuck ruling the world when he'd rather set things on fire in his free time.
remembered this from one of the threads in round 1
Nope... Or if you feel you should hide, take me with you? Because I never have any good ideas for this meme. And I think empress or not, Harry would still set things on fire, no matter (or perhaps because of) what Marcone's says ^^
The Emperor Of All The Galaxy was John Marcone, and it wasn't my fault.
Really. I’m not taking the blame for some betentacled idiots deciding that the best place to start an alien invasion of Earth was Chicago. Morons. But now they were dead betentacled morons, and they didn’t have to deal with his new Galactic Majesty. Some of us didn’t have that privilege.
“No,” I snapped. “Absolutely not. Veto.”
Marcone lent forward in his throne to bring his head closer to my own, frowning his try and be civil in front of the minions frown. It’s not like anyone else in the room spoke English, but old habits died hard, and back home he’d lived and breathed the necessity of keeping up appearances.
“Harry, do I really have to explain this to you again? Prince Consort is an honorific, you don’t have any powers of veto.”
In response, I did an angry little jazz-hands-throne-dance at him, drawing his attention to the thorn manacles I’d fastened around my own wrists. “Oh, don’t I? Here I thought I had the powers of smashing cold iron through my bracelets and shorting out the life support.” That’s how we’d taken out the Mothership over Chicago. One wave of my hand and a pissed off hexus, and oops, into the Lake it fell. But Marcone barely reacted to my threats of death and destruction.
“Of course you do, but there are... beings on this vessel that you harbour less resentment towards than myself. I’m confident that you wouldn’t wish a cold death in a failing ship on them.”
I slumped back in my throne. Yeah, it was an empty threat, but he could at least pretend to worry for a moment. “Could be hot,” I muttered. “Could crash us into a star.”
I could see his gaze flicker toward our cephalopodic attendants as soon as I abandoned any attempt at sitting in a princely fashion. It’s not like they knew what good posture looked like in a human, but Marcone’s mind doesn’t work that way. So I slumped some more, ass barely on the edge of my seat, sprawled as far back as I could manage. Hah.
Marcone tried to compel me to sit up properly with the sheer force of his green eyed glare, and I smiled sweetly at him. “Veto or not, I’m still not helping you. You took over the entire freaking galaxy, you don’t need another one.”
“I didn’t ask for this one, Harry. As I recall, you’re the one who got upset with the old regime.”
Upset was maybe a bit of an understatement. “They were bullies.” Evil bullies that kept slaves and thought it was fun to starve colonised planets.
“Indeed they were. But you can’t overturn a thousand year old power structure and walk away, Harry. You have a responsibility in the aftermath.”
“None of which sounds like ‘Get Space Married to John Marcone and Conquer the Universe!’”I said. I could see that annoyed him just as soon as it was out of my mouth, a flicker of anger in the narrowing of his eyes. Yeah, we’d had this conversation more than once as well.
“I’ll say this once more and then I’m not going to discuss the topic with you again. We. Are. Not. Married.”
This time, my interpretive dance comeback involved wiggling my fingers at him in the air between us. “Then why are we wearing rings?”
“They’re marks of rank.”
“Uh huh? Well my rank is marked as your consort, and I’m not that kind of wizard. You can damn well make an honest man out of me if you’re going to be asserting your Emporal rights to my person.”
Marcone seemed at a loss as to what to object to first, took a sharp breath, and then addressed my points in reverse order. “That isn’t a word, we both know I’m not going to, even though you’re exactly that kind of wizard, and you refused the crown, I had no choice- “
“But to say, oh, hey, yeah, the wizard’s mine, and so’s the galaxy by extension?”
“Exactly. If we’d left the field without securing the succession, there would have been war. With Earth caught in the crossfire.” So far away from home, he said Earth. But in his head I knew he meant Chicago. Only John Marcone would set himself up as The Emperor Of All The Galaxy to keep his city safe. Bastard. He kept having really good reasons for doing things I was pretty sure a Good Guy should object to. Not that I’m all that Good lately. More Well Intentioned, as it were.
Marcone played his ace. He slipped the crown off his head and ran his hands through his hair, an excuse to tilt the golden circlet towards me. “Have you changed your mind then? Do you want it?”
I bared my teeth at him. “No. You know I don’t. I’d lose the peace as soon as I opened my mouth.”
“Then stop sulking and look at this holomap with me. We have borders to establish.”
...it depends on which version of Luthor. But given fanon!Marcone and Fanon!Lex, I think it's one of those situations where the only outcomes I can consider and stay sane are a) they team up and divide the spoils, or b) Clark and Harry team up to keep them too distracted to fight with each other. <_<
Okay, now I want to see Harry forced into all the outfits from Moving On...
*snerk* Wonderful. And I cannot get the image of Harry looking up from his argument with Marcone, seeing the mother ship over Chicago and just hexing it down so he can go back to being right at Marcone.
Glad you liked it! Yeah, funny thing about writing crack in this fandom is you label it crack and *then* you remember the zombie the t-rex, and then you're like ...this could totally happen.
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Date: 2011-02-08 09:30 pm (UTC)remembered this from one of the threads in round 1
Re: emperor marcone
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Date: 2011-02-08 09:39 pm (UTC)Re: emperor marcone
Date: 2011-02-08 09:48 pm (UTC)Re: emperor marcone
Date: 2011-02-08 09:53 pm (UTC)I feel like my prompts are too crazy for this meme sometimes. Like the Harry Potter prompt, that was mine.
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Date: 2011-02-08 09:54 pm (UTC)Thanks!
Emperor Marcone Fill 1/1
Date: 2011-02-10 11:16 pm (UTC)The Emperor Of All The Galaxy was John Marcone, and it wasn't my fault.
Really. I’m not taking the blame for some betentacled idiots deciding that the best place to start an alien invasion of Earth was Chicago. Morons. But now they were dead betentacled morons, and they didn’t have to deal with his new Galactic Majesty. Some of us didn’t have that privilege.
“No,” I snapped. “Absolutely not. Veto.”
Marcone lent forward in his throne to bring his head closer to my own, frowning his try and be civil in front of the minions frown. It’s not like anyone else in the room spoke English, but old habits died hard, and back home he’d lived and breathed the necessity of keeping up appearances.
“Harry, do I really have to explain this to you again? Prince Consort is an honorific, you don’t have any powers of veto.”
In response, I did an angry little jazz-hands-throne-dance at him, drawing his attention to the thorn manacles I’d fastened around my own wrists. “Oh, don’t I? Here I thought I had the powers of smashing cold iron through my bracelets and shorting out the life support.” That’s how we’d taken out the Mothership over Chicago. One wave of my hand and a pissed off hexus, and oops, into the Lake it fell. But Marcone barely reacted to my threats of death and destruction.
“Of course you do, but there are... beings on this vessel that you harbour less resentment towards than myself. I’m confident that you wouldn’t wish a cold death in a failing ship on them.”
I slumped back in my throne. Yeah, it was an empty threat, but he could at least pretend to worry for a moment. “Could be hot,” I muttered. “Could crash us into a star.”
I could see his gaze flicker toward our cephalopodic attendants as soon as I abandoned any attempt at sitting in a princely fashion. It’s not like they knew what good posture looked like in a human, but Marcone’s mind doesn’t work that way. So I slumped some more, ass barely on the edge of my seat, sprawled as far back as I could manage. Hah.
Marcone tried to compel me to sit up properly with the sheer force of his green eyed glare, and I smiled sweetly at him. “Veto or not, I’m still not helping you. You took over the entire freaking galaxy, you don’t need another one.”
“I didn’t ask for this one, Harry. As I recall, you’re the one who got upset with the old regime.”
Upset was maybe a bit of an understatement. “They were bullies.” Evil bullies that kept slaves and thought it was fun to starve colonised planets.
“Indeed they were. But you can’t overturn a thousand year old power structure and walk away, Harry. You have a responsibility in the aftermath.”
“None of which sounds like ‘Get Space Married to John Marcone and Conquer the Universe!’”I said. I could see that annoyed him just as soon as it was out of my mouth, a flicker of anger in the narrowing of his eyes. Yeah, we’d had this conversation more than once as well.
“I’ll say this once more and then I’m not going to discuss the topic with you again. We. Are. Not. Married.”
This time, my interpretive dance comeback involved wiggling my fingers at him in the air between us. “Then why are we wearing rings?”
“They’re marks of rank.”
“Uh huh? Well my rank is marked as your consort, and I’m not that kind of wizard. You can damn well make an honest man out of me if you’re going to be asserting your Emporal rights to my person.”
Marcone seemed at a loss as to what to object to first, took a sharp breath, and then addressed my points in reverse order. “That isn’t a word, we both know I’m not going to, even though you’re exactly that kind of wizard, and you refused the crown, I had no choice- “
“But to say, oh, hey, yeah, the wizard’s mine, and so’s the galaxy by extension?”
“Exactly. If we’d left the field without securing the succession, there would have been war. With Earth caught in the crossfire.” So far away from home, he said Earth. But in his head I knew he meant Chicago. Only John Marcone would set himself up as The Emperor Of All The Galaxy to keep his city safe. Bastard. He kept having really good reasons for doing things I was pretty sure a Good Guy should object to. Not that I’m all that Good lately. More Well Intentioned, as it were.
Marcone played his ace. He slipped the crown off his head and ran his hands through his hair, an excuse to tilt the golden circlet towards me. “Have you changed your mind then? Do you want it?”
I bared my teeth at him. “No. You know I don’t. I’d lose the peace as soon as I opened my mouth.”
“Then stop sulking and look at this holomap with me. We have borders to establish.”
Re: Emperor Marcone Fill 1/1
Date: 2011-02-10 11:35 pm (UTC)Re: Emperor Marcone Fill 1/1
Date: 2011-02-10 11:49 pm (UTC)dammit now I want Marcone vs. Luthor
Re: Emperor Marcone Fill 1/1
Date: 2011-02-10 11:54 pm (UTC)I... have no idea who would win that confrontation.
Re: Emperor Marcone Fill 1/1
Date: 2011-02-11 12:02 am (UTC)Okay, now I want to see Harry forced into all the outfits from Moving On...
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Date: 2011-02-11 08:37 am (UTC)OP
Date: 2011-02-11 11:52 am (UTC)This could be future canon, you know. If any aliens are dumb enough to start their conquest with Chicago. XD
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Date: 2011-12-01 11:18 pm (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/284549
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