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[scribe_protra]

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Re: OPEN PROMPT

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god, I want that so much. I don't even care if you never finish it, I desperately want to see at least some of it!

Fill: Warlock Games 1/?

[cathrinerose]

Can't believe I'm doing this, I don't have any TIME. God what am I doing? Still here it is. Set in a massively AU world where teenage warlocks fight for life so any canon errors are down to that.


Mac's was pretty close to empty when I got there. Mac himself took one look at me, poured me a drink and left the bottle. It was the cheap stuff, but at this point I didn't care as long as it got me drunk. I was half way through the bottle, staring into my glass, when I felt someone sit down beside me.

“Harry.” Marcone said after sitting in silence. I closed my eyes and kept my head bowed. “Can we not do this tonight? Any other time day or night, I'll be happy to let you talk me into helping you. Just not tonight, please.”

Marcone remained where he was. “Mr. Dresden...”

“I said not tonight, Marcone. Unless you feel like telling me I did the right thing tonight, just leave.”

“For as long as I have known you Mr. Dresden, that has been your defining characteristic.” I turned towards him. “That regardless of the political consequences, your personal desires or even your own safety; you always follow the morally correct course.”

“It doesn't feel like it right now. It feels like... I know it was the right thing, it was the only thing I could do. I doesn't stop me feeling like a piece of shit, though.”

“I'm sure that the Knight and his wife will be more than willing to help you recover your moral compass.”

I laughed at the irony and threw back my glass. I refilled it and looked at him. “I really shouldn't do this.” I sighed “and I'm going to hate myself in the morning.”

Marcone smiled his tiger smile. “It's just... Don't interrupt me. I need to get this off my chest and I'm not sure I'll be able to if I don't do it all at once.” He nodded and I told him.

I told him about the Warlock Games held every New Year, how Molly Carpenter would be in the next competition, how terrified I was that one of the other Runners would kill her, my own experience in the arena, the guilt I felt for bring Molly to the trial this morning where she was nearly executed at once and the last minute arrivals that saved her life, temporarily at least. Marcone sat beside me through it all; as still as if he was carved from stone, letting my river of words wash over him. I was crying by the end. “I know it's the only way... even a mercy to be allowed a chance at life... I just wish...” I muttered before I passed out.

Re: Not quite a jealousy prompt

[(Anonymous)]

Oooh, nice one, anon! I'd love to read that.

Slavery prompt

[(Anonymous)]

The punishment for wizards who use magic to kill humans or other wizards is not death, but eternal slavery. After Harry kills Justin the Council binds his magic and his free-will with an unbreakable collar and sells him as a slave.

John Marcone is rising fast into power in Chicago underground. He has just found out about the supernatural and wants to be prepared against it, too. He has the money and the connections, and he's in search of a wizard who will be loyal to him. What better way to assure loyalty than having a slave bound to him.

Bonus points for: protective!John, possessive!John, contrary!Harry, dub!con at the beginning with John managing to seduce Harry with time, Hendricks being awesome and disapproving of John when John uses the collar to make Harry do things he doesn't want to. Any other kinks authoranon wants to include would be totally awesome, too.

Re: Little Brat

[(Anonymous)]

Damn. You totally hit several of my buttons here all in one go. :D

Let's just call this, "The road to hell" 1/??

[(Anonymous)]

There are perks that come with being married to the Baron of Chicago. Even back in the days when that title was only known in the supernatural community, being known as crime boss Gentleman Johnny Marcone's right-hand man and probable lover gave me a certain level of wary respect that being the only wizard in the phone book could never achieve. Now that the Baron was, in fact, the legitimate and publicly acknowledged ruler of an area that stretched from Minneapolis to Detroit, there wasn't a soul for hundreds of miles around who didn't know who I was. Position came with lots of things. Respect- a mix of fear and admiration, sort of inevitable when a guy gains a reputation for killing a dozen vampires with barely a snap of his fingers. Luxury, as much as was available now; everyone had fewer material goods now, what with the oil shortage and economic collapse, but the only things I actually couldn't get anymore were the technological gadgets I couldn't use anyway. In a world where people were making do with a lot less, my standards of living had actually increased. I also had power- not the supernatural kind, which is what had gotten me here, but lackeys. Minions. When I said jump, several thousand government employees asked how high.

Mostly, though, it comes with paperwork.

I glared at the inbox on my desk, filled with things urgently needing my attention. Reports on ghoul activity up in what used to be Wisconsin. Memos about curfew enforcement. A reminder that it was about time to go evaluate the magically gifted teenagers this year's screenings had turned up. New trade routes to plot through the Nevernever. Requests from across Greater Chicago for assistance with nasties too powerful for local police and military to deal with. Those, at least, I looked forward to- it would give me an excuse to get out and do what I did best. After a long, hard day at the office, there's nothing quite like setting vampires on fire to unwind and relax.
It was even worse for John, of course- he only delegated the supernatural stuff to me. I kept the people of Greater Chicago safe from things that go bump in the night; he kept them safe from each other. He'd been in meetings for days with various industrialists, planning some infrastructure improvements- wind turbines, retrofiting factories abandoned in the days of outsourcing, that sort of thing. I don't know how he stood it. But then, he'd been running a criminal empire for years before he started running a small country. Maybe he was just better suited to it.

"If you dislike it so, my host," Lasciel said to me from the back of my head, amused, "I would gladly take this burden from you."

"Not a chance," I said- well, thought- to her. "Government is my department." My status as one of the good guys was suspect enough as it is without letting a fallen angel interfere in the running of a dictatorship. It was bad enough I let her get her hooks into my magic. John and I had promised each other to keep Lasciel and Selariel out of the driver's seat for any sort of government decision, no matter how minor, and I wasn't about to break that promise just because I was bored stiff.

"As you wish, my host," Lasciel said gently, with a sensual caress of energy, teasing and warm. Had she wanted, of course, she could have overpowered me, hijacked my head and used my body like a puppet. I had been worried about that, a little, when I first took up the coin. But she wouldn't. It wasn't in her nature. The day she took me over by force would be the day that the Queens of Faery decided to behave in a truly honest and straightforward manner. She wanted my mind intact, and was willing to be patient to get it.

Twenty-five years of influence, and I still managed to keep her separate from myself. What can I say, I'm just a stubborn bastard like that. I figured I had a few decades left of mental independence, at this rate. I'd have to give up the coin eventually, of course. But not yet.

My musings were interrupted by a knock on my door. "Yeah?"

The door opened and John's secretary slid into the room. Maria was a woman of impressive skill, skill that kept the government running in the post-computer age, and on top of that was utterly unflappable, which is damned useful when you have to spend as much time around me as she did. She also had a body that made me briefly regret those vows I'd made way back when about forsaking all others, all soft curves and grace, emphasized by her impeccably hand-tailored pantsuit. Good thing for me I hadn't vowed against looking.

"Excuse me, Mr. Dresden," she said. "The Baron wants you to be there for his two o'clock appointment. Can you make it?"

I leaned back in my chair lazily. "I don't know, Maria, you tell me," I said.

She quirked an eyebrow. "Your schedule is empty then. That doesn't tell me if you're free."

It was true. If I was working on some thaumaturgical spell, I might not be able to just drop it for the sake of some meeting. "Yeah," I said, "I'll be there. This crap," I gestured to my overflowing inbox "can damn well wait till I get back."

She nodded. "Good. Blue reception room, one hour from now."

"Did he say who he's meeting with?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Some petitioner. He didn't share the details. I'll just go tell him, then, shall I?"

"Sure thing," I said, and she left.

Bob whistled once she was gone. "Damn," he said, "she's got a fine ass."

"I agree," Lasciel put in.

"Pervs, the both of you," I said to her. Out loud, I said to Bob, "Before you ask, no, she won't be part of your private peep show." Back when I was a struggling wizard, he'd had to make do with romance novels and skin mags; now he got real live prostitutes to come put on shows in front of him. Some of them even let him ride along- real treasures, those girls. But that didn't keep him from whining just because some people were off limits. I wasn't about to piss off someone with Maria's skills just so Bob could have some cheap thrills.

"Hmmph," Bob said with a flicker of his lights. "You're no fun, boss."

"Neither are these goddamned memos," I growled. "Idiots." I wrote off a few pointers to the police chief of some backwater town somewhere who couldn't identify a simple nixie infestation when it was staring him in the face.

The rest of the hour went much the same way. By the time two o'clock rolled around, I would have joined in on the goddamn wind turbine meetings just to get away from it.

Re: Little Brat

[(Anonymous)]

8D

I...did not know I had a teacher kink until just this moment...

Re: Little Brat

[(Anonymous)]

I think I'm the OP...can't remember but even if I'm not, this was GREAT! HAWT and sweet and syrupy and so well written! Thank you soooo much! *ponders if lovely author can be pointed towards other favourite unfilled prompts*

Re: OPEN PROMPT

[(Anonymous)]

I... want that. So much. And I'm not entirely sure what it even IS. But, um, Denarian!Harry-and-John ysplzthks. Screw Nicci.

Re: Let's just call this, "The road to hell" 1/??

[(Anonymous)]

Wow, this is fascinating. I want to know so much more about this world, who the characters have become, and how they got there. :D

Re: Little Brat

[flit_df_fanfic]

*giggles* What prompts would those be? They might already be on my list.

By list I actually mean word document with prompts copy-pasted in. With comments on plot notions in the margins. It's fourteen pages long.

Re: Let's just call this, "The road to hell" 1/??

[(Anonymous)]

Classic! I can't help but hope there's more of this little world.

Harry fails to deal with topping

[(Anonymous)]

Harry is experimenting with kink - maybe as part of a long-term relationship? Maybe through one of his typical screwed-up dubcon situations? - and discovers, to his shock, that he really likes topping in a BDSM context. Cue Harry freaking out about how he is clearly turning evil because he likes to hurt and dominate people, until partner(s) of your choice helps him work through it and accept his own desires (safely, sanely, and explicitly consensually.)

Re: OPEN PROMPT - ficlet for myself

[(Anonymous)]

Basically, I have this urge to prompt a fic where Marcone meets Tim Drake from the Batman comics. I've resisted, because I doubt anyone would fill it! I just really think it'd be freaking amusing to see Marcone meet the world's creepiest and least in need of protection teenager and all. So since we have 'open prompt'...a brief meeting.
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Dresden chose the worst places to hold important, 'secret' meetings.

Take, for instance, his latest choice.

The Field Museum, in the shadow of the skeletal remains of the Tyrannosaurus known as 'Sue'. In the middle of the day, surrounded by middle and high school students on school field trips.

I leaned back from one passing group, dodging curious looks and sticky fingers. Mr. Hendricks didn't need to move. The children flowed around him at a good distance, like a river breaking around a boulder. Dresden was late, of course.

My eyes wandered across the room, touching on each individual. No one seemed to be doing anything out of the ordinary until my attention lit on one lone figure. He was a young man, slender and rather short statured. His black hair was slicked back except for the front which he had stuck up like a porcupine. He appeared to be flowing with one of the high school groups, but in fact was not. He trailed along with them only so long as they were going in his desired direction.

In the palm of one hand, mostly concealed against his body he held a flat, matte black box and he split his attention between it and his surroundings. I made a small movement and brought Mr. Hendricks' attention to the boy. It was possible the child was merely skipping school, wandering around to avoid detection and that the device he held was an iPod or something similar. I wasn't close enough to identify it.

Ten more minutes passed and I signaled to Mr. Hendricks that we would be leaving. Something had clearly happened to hold Dresden up this long. Perhaps he'd managed to set himself on fire this time. More likely though, he was in the process of digging himself a very deep hole.

This, of course, was when a dozen masked men ran into the room, automatic weapons raised and began shouting for everyone to get down. A short burst of fire from one of the men made the people around us scream and drop to the floor, hands covering their heads. All except for myself, Mr. Hendricks, and the child I'd noted earlier.

He turned to look at the men, his mirror sunglasses taking it all in before he slowly knelt. Hendricks moved closer to me, his gun out but down to the side, invisible. I slipped a knife out from its sheath and tapped the blade against my thigh. Already I could hear the men I'd left outside moving over the ear buds we wore.

There was a sudden squeal of static over the ear piece, interference and then the power in the museum cut out. People screamed again, children's voices, high and frightened. Someone, one of the masked men shouted a curse and there was another burst of gunfire.

It cut off abruptly, capped by a gurgling scream. I could feel Hendricks' body close to mine. It wasn't us. And it was entirely too quiet and not on fire enough to be Dresden.

More noise, flashes of light and heavy thumps in the dark.

Less then five minutes after the lights went out they struggled back into life. The men were all down, unconscious and bound in a tight little group. Teachers and tour guides realized they were no longer under attack and moved their charges out, running.

"You should probably put that knife away, Mr. Marcone." I turned, only the timbre of the voice keeping me from throwing the blade as I did so. The boy stood beside me, out of arm's reach. He'd pushed his sunglasses up onto his head and was watching me with pale blue eyes. He smiled, and I feared it would crack his face it looked so false. "The police should be here soon, and I don't think you want to have to explain the weapons." He nodded at Mr. Hendricks and his gun.

There was a fresh bruise forming across one cheek and his knuckles were scraped. This close I could see that he was older than I'd originally thought, at least eighteen. My god, he was tiny, but his frame was tight with muscle.

"Young man, what are you?"

"Alvin Draper. Tourist." He grinned, this time making it seem natural. Smug and a bit amused. Sirens in the near distance and the police burst in, shouting. I trusted that Hendricks had concealed his weapon as I turned and slipped my knife back up my sleeve. When I glanced back, the boy was gone.

In all the excitement of the attempted hostage taking, the museum didn't realize that they were missing a small chunk of rock with a cave drawing of a stylized bat on it until three weeks later.

Re: OPEN PROMPT - ficlet for myself

[(Anonymous)]

And it was entirely too quiet and not on fire enough to be Dresden.

True words. True, true words.

[(Anonymous)]

Have you seen the show "Life?" I can't stop giggling, because Harry in jail, protected by Marcone's friends, would be just like in Season 2 of Life when Ted gets sent back to jail and Charlie's large, life-sentance-serving friends protect poor Ted from the other prisoners.

Re: Little Brat

[(Anonymous)]

*blink blink*
Well then...
If you've got a bunch of Harry/John prompts then you've probably got a bunch of my favs too. Carry on then lovely author! Fulfill all those lonely prompts!! :D

Re: Little Brat

[flit_df_fanfic]

Lol. If you link some to me, though, I'll prioritize them. |D And after I posted that I went and thinned it down some since there were quite a few I'd need to read several more books before I could even think about filling them :C

Re: Little Brat

[(Anonymous)]

OMG OMG *flail*
Do you take prompts from round 1 too?? So many prompts to choose from...so little time!

Re: Little Brat

[flit_df_fanfic]

*gigglesmoar* yes, yes, round one prompts are fine <3

Re: Little Brat

[(Anonymous)]

Ok, so I raided the Delicious site (which does not discriminate between rounds 1 and 2) and here are some of the winners. Some (aka most) are my prompts that sadly remain unfilled and there are a few awesome ones that seem to have been overlooked. Thanks most precious and regal author (flattery will get you everywhere?)! Links are below! *virtual huggles*

http://scribe-protra.livejournal.com/215580.html?thread=2489884#t2489884
http://scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org/306.html?thread=145202#cmt145202
http://scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org/306.html?thread=37682#cmt37682
http://scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org/306.html?thread=37426#cmt37426
http://scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org/306.html?thread=37170#cmt37170
http://scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org/306.html?thread=21042#cmt21042
http://scribe-protra.livejournal.com/215580.html?thread=3232796#t3232796
http://scribe-protra.livejournal.com/215580.html?thread=2695964#t2695964
http://scribe-protra.livejournal.com/215580.html?thread=2629660#t2629660
http://scribe-protra.livejournal.com/215580.html?thread=2557980#t2557980
http://scribe-protra.livejournal.com/215580.html?thread=2434332#t2434332

Re: Filled Part 5 (of 5, really now) (End) Now with less HTML fail...

[brownbetty]

This entire thing, amazing. I love how we-the-reader see what Harry the narrator can't, which is that Marcone is deeply fucked in the head, would really like to be able to convince himself that Harry will wear white to their wedding, and is in the position of wanting to kill his greatest strategic ally who uh, also a god, maybe bad idea?

And Harry's like “Wooo, ride on the disco stick, awesome!”

Re: Fill (1/2?)

[(Anonymous)]

Hendricks had been laughing pretty hard through the entire ten second conversation

YES. YES HE WAS.

The overwhelming lust in the face of a somewhat snarky internal monologue is pressing all of my buttons, authornon beloved.

Re: Chatty pollen 3/? (4?)

[(Anonymous)]

Authornon here: *facepalm* Although I got the Buffy reference totally wrong-- I was thinking of Amy Madison casting the love spell and Drusilla coming for Xander but I was up and writing in the middle of the night and I just got every part of it wrong. I remembered that it involved Drusilla and a necklace, which I think was me combining Anya's necklace and the necklace Spike gives to Drusilla in my exhausted brain.

Also, thanks. :D:D

Re: Chatty pollen 3/? (4?)

[samjohnsson]

I figured Harry's not had a chance to see it firsthand, so is only going off hearsay from the Alphas. ^.-