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Re: TV!Verse and Book!Verse crossover

[(Anonymous)]

I can't be certain, it had been so long since I'd seen the show, but didn't TV!verse have a ton less incest and consent issues?

Re: TV!Verse and Book!Verse crossover

[(Anonymous)]

New anon here:

Correct. The TVverse seems a lot warmer and fuzzier, in the one season of it we get to see.

The show is available on Hulu, for anyone who wants to take a look.

Re: Mini Fill: Honey, I'm Home

[(Anonymous)]

Ivy is so adorable in this and I love her threatening to tell on Harry to Kinkaid.

Re: TV!Verse and Book!Verse crossover

[(Anonymous)]

Any Americans who want to take a look, you mean. :)

Re: AU to Changes FILL 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

OP says thank you, thank you, thank you! This is so beautiful and there is so much depth to explore here...

Re: FILL 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

"I know that you must have accepted Mab's deal on the condition of never being ordered to hurt those you care for," he had said. "Being one such person affords me monumental protection."

Haaaaaah. Okay, Harry has a truth spell on him -- but Marcone, what's YOUR excuse?

Re: TV!Verse and Book!Verse crossover

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, dear. You're right. My, er... American-ness is showing. Wish I had another, more global source to suggest :(

Re: AU to Changes FILL 2/?

[renuki]

Freaking epic, man. :D

Re: TV!Verse and Book!Verse crossover

[(Anonymous)]

There's this thing called... hotspot sheild, I think? Which, if you download it, lets you view things from anywhere in the world. It's probably slightly illegal, IDK and, TBH, IDC.

Re: I don't even know if this is even feasible.

[(Anonymous)]

you prefer G1, Animated, Bayverse, etc or writer's choice?

Temeraire AU - Harry/John or Harry/John/Thomas

[(Anonymous)]

Trying to minimize spoilers for the Temeraire series, but anyone who wants to avoid them altogether should skip reading this prompt.

So an AU where Dresdenverse characters exist in the Temeraire universe. Mainly I want to see Harry in the place of Laurence, Thomas as Granby and John (Jean?) Marcone, Emperor of France (y'all do know Napoleon was from Corsica, which is arguably more Italian than French, right? and there's even a Corsican Mafia in modern times. really, it's an easy switch). Temeraire, Iskierka and Lien have the same captains and same interpersonal (interdraconic?) tensions.

So, ah, the Emperor wants to recruit these uniquely powerful dragons. And it's just such a nice bonus that they have such pretty captains!

Honestly, I want to see Thomas' reaction to Iskierka wanting him dressed up in ridiculous uniforms like she insists on for Granby.

Maybe Kincaid is Tharkay? Bonus points if he is still the "epic troll" seen on this kinkmeme.

“My God, It is the most beautiful nightmare I have ever seen.”

[(Anonymous)]

From the battle at the end of White Night:
...Thomas and his sister stood alone against the horde of eight-foot ghouls. Stood against it, and stopped it cold.

Their skin gleamed colder and whiter than glacial ice, their eyes blazed silvery bright, and they moved with blinding speed and utterly inhuman grace.

...

Beside the beauty of the brother and sister vampires, the ghouls' deformed bodies and hideous injuries were all the more monstrous, all the more vile.

“My God,” Marcone said, his voice hushed. “It is the most beautiful nightmare I have ever seen.”

So, ah, does anyone else detect the potential for a foursome here? Harry/John/Lara/Thomas.

Re: TV!Verse and Book!Verse crossover

[(Anonymous)]

I somehow doubt it's global or even international, but Netflix also has it avaliable for streaming or mail.

Lingerie Fill: femaleHarry/Gard/Hendricks

[(Anonymous)]

"You're fucking kidding me, Kincaid." I said, and slammed the door in his face.

::::::

I screamed at the thing that dropped out of the mail. The return address read Chateau Raith.

"What the fuck is this?" I yelped, backing away.

Bob peered at it. "Thongs."

"It's a piece of string!" I used tongs to throw it away.

::::::

"I don't want to hear about it, Charity. Lalala." I clapped my hands over my ears.

"You have to learn to take your sexuality seriously, Harry," Charity said patiently, patting my hand. I recoiled in horror. Everything felt so wrong at the moment. "I know that you've been celibate for years now-"

"It has nothing to do with underwear! If I want to have sex I'd go out to a bar!"

"The point is that you don't-"

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed and ran out of the house.
:::::

I stood there, a little floored, in front of the mirror. I wore the- stuff- Thomas had given to me in a parcel, a patient brotherly look on his face. I'd wanted to punch him.

But, you know, it was really surprising.

I wasn't, you know, sexy. I was too tall and too skinny for sexy, and barely had any breasts to speak of, really. And I had large feet and knobby knees and- okay, you kind of get it, right? I often looked at my reflection and wondered why I was missing an Adam's apple. That was how it was.

But, okay, looking at the mirror just then, I just felt blank. Which was a definite step up from wanting to run away, I mean. So that was good.

I had a long sort of body, and the lace just emphasized how disproportionate it was. Or at least, it should have. That it didn't was the most surprising thing. Susan once told me that I had miles of long pale skin, and I'd waved her off, but- I could see where she was coming from. There was all this black stuff wound around my thighs and pelvis, and, hey, fishnets. So I blinked at myself and really wondered.

Thomas's tastefully picked- my mind balked at the notion that my brother was picking out lingerie for his thirty two year old sister- bra didn't try to make my breasts look larger, but sort of... skirted around it, I don't know. There was the gentle slope of- more 'miles of long pale skin', I remembered Susan running her hand over it- and then, suddenly, black lace. It looked nice. I looked nice. The straps weren't small. A lot of my bras make me look freakishly broad, which I'm not, really, but- my brother, the hairdresser. He had taste.

I stood back and blinked at myself and ran a hand up from my hip to my left breast, and... I liked it. I liked the way I looked.

So, what the hell. I kept it on when I threw on a sweatshirt and jeans and long ugly old boots and gloves, covering everything up. Thomas hated that. Susan had hated that. Justin had as well, had pointed out Elaine as a sartorial paragon of feminism, but I didn't have Elaine's golden curves and lovely hips. Which was fine with me, all three of us knew whom Justin liked to touch more.

I like being covered up, okay? It was in the boiling midst of July, and I went out in full gear, leather duster and all.

Which should have protected me from that acid.

It was dismaying. I'd forgotten all about the underwear when it happened, you know, being busy fighting rogue Summer Fae and all. Somewhere up Bloomington Avenue I realized I needed help- I mean, to prevent collateral damage, not take them down- and called Marcone.

I fucking hate calling Marcone, and he's not so hot about me, either. I don't know how much I cost him in insurance. But he sent help fast enough and upgraded it when he heard it was the orphanage being attacked.

He's not a terrible guy.

It was both Hendricks and Gard who arrived, which was, it meant it had been a slow day at work. We divvied up the work- pretty cool teamwork, that day; Gard and I drove them into a blank wall where Hendricks met them with a machine gun. Iron shells. Boom. The last one swarmed at me and caught my leg, threw me into the wall. It drooled over me when I was down.

Which, you know, I hadn't known would be a problem. So lay there, staring up at the city lights and thinking, it's pretty hot, this summer, when I realized Gard was shaking my shoulder and saying I'd better not get caught from public exposure.

"Blutzitzit?" I said. "Shamzit. Cloz."

"Dresden." Gard sounded impatient. "Your clothes have melted away."

That got my attention. "Apartm," I said into the gravel, but nothing happened. I had to get away. "Apartar-"

Gard's hand clapped over my mouth. "Not here, you idiot. It leads straight into Summer from here."

No, I didn't care, because now I realized my duster had melted away. Oh fuck, I knew this one. They used it to root out fugitives in caves. The asphalt was already sizzling beneath it, the liquid having as much effect as water on flesh. "Oh my god," I moaned.

"Sigrun." Hendricks coughed. "Um, she."

"Is right here," I mumbled into the dust, even though I didn't particularly feel like reminding him.

::::::::

They took me to one of Marcone's shelters. War shelters, I mean. Small place. They waited in the same room as I stripped and realized what they must have known all along; I was still wearing that terrible shit. I felt my cheeks burn as I plucked at my torn fishnet. Hendricks faced away from me, bent over a gun he'd reassembled five times in the last fourteen minutes.

"I suppose you don't have any new clothes lying around," I said weakly. I was down to my bra, the sweater having been little to no help in my predicament.

Gard stared at me, face unreadable. "Not in your size."

"Fantastic," I said brightly. "Okay, I suppose it doesn't lead into Summer from here? I'll be going, then. Wyldfae don't mind naked mortals."

"They certainly don't," Gard said, and she meant something different. "You're not going through the Nevernever in that state."

I'd left my staff at home, and had lost my duster and bracelet. I was cranky because she was right. "Fine, I'm not. Any suggestions?"

Gard leaned back on the wall, crossing her arms. I took it to mean, "walk into the bedroom and wrap those blankets around you while you fall asleep".

"I'll leave in the morning," I said, burrowing in nicely. "Promise. I'll have enough juice to run a decent veil by then."

I could hear them arguing as I fell asleep.

::::::::

When I woke up, there was something on my shoulder. Bizarrely, I thought 'cat or dog?' before starting up and realizing it was Hendricks' hand. He was looking at me, absolutely expressionless.

"Geez, Cuje," I said, not alarmed at all. "Chill, you could have just called me."

"Dresden," Gard said from the other side. Which changed everything; I suddenly felt walled in and threatened, and realized I very nearly naked. I held still, and waited for them to make a move.

They didn't. It was up to me.

So, okay. I took a look around. Hendricks had taken off his Kevlar, and was wearing just a loose shirt and his trousers. I couldn't reconcile that with, you know, him, and his hand, still on my neck, made it hard to think. I was aware of his pinkie brushing over my bra strap.

Gard was in that professional killer skirt, the one that showed off her long demigod legs and strong slender thighs beneath that. And. My mind stalled, because she was still wearing that blouse, but here was this, I could see her nipples beneath it.

I was pretty sure that hadn't happened before.

"Oh," I said, realization dawning. "Guys, sorry. You just had to say."

They exchanged a look.

"I mean, yeah, I get it," I rambled, rising. I saw both their eyes zero in on my bra. I crossed my arms, more than a little self conscious. "I- okay, I'll be in the other room, okay? You guys, um. Whatever. I can get to sleep just fine-"

Hendricks looked slightly pained. "Dresden," he said.

"Let's not talk about this, ever, I swear I won't tell Marcone," I babbled as I rose, slinging one leg- still in the torn fishnet- out of the bed. Their eyes moved again. It was disconcerting. "Or he probably already knows, none of my business, I get it, I'll be out of your hair in a sec-"

"Sky on fire," Gard said, a curse I hadn't heard before, and for a split second I imagined that she leaned forward and shoved me down, her thumbs pressing against my breasts.

And a second after that I stopped imagining it and started realizing that I wasn't imagining it.

Valkyries, they, didn't proposition mildly. She was all over me after that, and okay, sue me, I'm into women. I realized, way back, when it was just me and Justin and Elaine and I'd steal into Elaine's room after Justin had finished with her lessons- hers came after mine- and cradle her and tell her nonsense stories to cheer her up. She'd sling a leg over my hip and push her head under my jaw and she'd smell nice and I'd think-

But that's not the story, right, the story is that Sigrun Gard was snarling and tearing at my bra with her teeth, what was this world, and someone was making these breathy moans and sighs, and yeah, that was me. It took me a second to realize that, but the revelation was eclipsed by the other one, the fact that Hendricks had somehow slid in behind my back and I could feel his cock straining up against his pants and in between my ass.

Which, oh. It was nice that I was too distracted to think about that. If I'd thought about that, I would have- I don't know.

Gard's nails raked down my thigh, tearing off most of the fishnet in one go, and that was unbelievably hot, somehow. She fastened my neck to Hendricks' shoulder with her mouth, and I could feel him unhooking my bra with such an out-of-place methodical precision that- oh, and after that he slid his hands around to cup my breasts, and then I melted against him bonelessly. He was a big guy, and it felt good, somewhere to lean on.

It wasn't my first time with multiple partners, but it had been a while, and I'd never been in the center of it. Whenever I tried to lean forward to kiss Gard's neck or wrap my arms around her waist, or shuffle my hips a bit so I could trap Hendricks’ cock between my thighs- well, I managed that last one, but mostly my attempts to reciprocate properly were gently pushed aside, and after a few minutes I gave up and gave in. I was completely naked by then, and I could feel them touching me at the same time, one of Hendricks’ thick fingers sliding in parallel with Gard's. I don't know whose name I screamed when I came for the first time, a decent but unsatisfying climax- they still pressed relentlessly against me, and it was so nice-

I was so loose that I nearly didn't notice when Hendricks slid in, grunting in my ear. I tipped my chin up and he obligingly leaned forward to lip at my neck. I was stretched out like that, Gard's slickness on my belly as she rubbed against me, and after the first few thrusts I found the rhythm, watching Gard pant slit-eyed above me. Her hair had come undone, and her blouse was missing a few buttons, and she looked- oh. And on Hendricks' fifth thrust or so she shimmied down, leaving a trail of liquid on my stomach and thigh, and pushed up a finger with it.

I think I sobbed a little, but I don't remember, because after that she bent her head down and started to lick.

Which.

That.

You know.

Her tongue wormed up alongside Hendricks’ cock as he thrust in from the behind, and I could feel his hot hiss on the shell of my ear; it must have been amazing for him too. I felt his hand slide down my breast to grab my hand as Gard's tongue, her fucking tongue, it skirted around the dick in me. I felt teeth. So did Hendricks, and we tightened our hold on each other. Perhaps involuntarily, I clenched hard, and I could feel his stomach ripple as he struggled to keep control. That was good. I like that. Gard paused, down there, tangling finger and tongue, and I could feel her low laugh against my thigh.

"Pull out, start from the other side," she told Hendricks. Something had changed. I actually cried out when he pulled out, hot and wet. My back met the warm mattress as he rolled out. They exchanged some silent communication, which I felt in the tense seconds as they paused, both looming above me as I shook right there, maybe hating them a little. But I wasn't really thinking of that.

Hendricks pulled at my shoulders and rolled me over. I'm not a light woman. I'm skinny as hell but tall, and it usually counts for something. Apparently not this time, because I was back on his cock in a few seconds without having twitched a muscle of my own, and this time I could watch his eyes flutter shut as I fucked myself on him. I watched his face move, fascinated despite myself.

Gard moved in between our hips, where neither of us could see, and I tensed when I felt her nose against my hip, but then Hendricks gave a low choked cry and said Sigrun like he didn't want to say it, and I think I felt her smile as she put her mouth on a hole that wasn't mine. I think I grinned, because when I paid attention I could see Hendricks' blue eyes fixed on mine, his mouth parted, sweat on his upper lip and temples and-

Gard might not have seen (but she might have known). Don't tell anyone. It was- I couldn't help myself, I bent my neck a little and kissed him, not on the lips but above his right eyebrow, where sparse red hairs soaked into sweaty skin. Things went slow for a moment, and then Hendricks moved his head so that my lips were on his neck, and yeah, I was fine with that. I bit and licked the thick tendons on his neck as he came, pulsing into me. I smoothly clenched and drew up and out of him at the same time- Justin had taught me this- and he definitely appreciated it, I could hear his shocked groan as he went loose and limp under us. I let go and shuddered at the same time, a few seconds out of synch, rubbing my hips against one of his muscled thighs as I came.

"Clumsy oafs," Gard said, but she didn't sound angry. I had enough presence of mind to twist and reach behind, finding a lucky angle to lick between her thighs. She helped, and I felt the salt on her fingers as I licked them and past them, and she didn't sound too unhappy as she gave a soft sigh, the only signal that she was finished.

She draped herself on Hendricks’ chest and nodded off instantly. I felt flattered; it probably meant she trusted me not to kill her in her sleep. Hendricks lay awake, though, watching me through slit lids, obviously trying hard not to drop off.

I sat there like that, breasts bare and oddly self conscious again, noticing details like they were new; Gard's blonde hair scattered on Hendricks' hairy chest, his large hands draped on Gard's shoulderblade.

It was just sex, and I was the third wheel again. I didn't feel too bad about that; I stood up, not bothering to look around for my clothes. Ruined anyway. I drew up a spell- physically exhausted, but magically replenished- nothing did that for you like sex- and wrapped it around me, layers of reflective light that would act as clothes as I got home.

"You don't have to," Hendricks said when I made for the door.

I stopped there. "I'd feel better if I did."

Hendricks watched me closely, but I didn't meet his eyes. And then there were no words for a minute, and I stood there, numb but warm and sated. He finally spoke up when I'd decided to go anyway, strange hospitality be damned. "You look good in that stuff."

I paused, unable to believe my ears. After everything. I almost said "What?" but didn't, because I knew perfectly well what he was talking about, incredible as it was. "Really?"

"Yeah," he said, and gave me something that was nearly a smile before turning his head determinedly into the pillow and shutting me out of his world. It had probably been Gard's idea, anyway. I found myself grinning a little.

It was time I went shopping with my brother, maybe.

Re: Lingerie Fill: femaleHarry/Gard/Hendricks

[(Anonymous)]

very hot- though I hae to admit the undercurrents of Justin/Harriet throughout the enitre piece make me want to take Harriet and wrap her up in some warm blankets, feed her hot cocoa and take her to therapy- gobs and gobs of therapy.

Re: Fairy Tales: A Lady Fair to See (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Before Harry, as sudden as the blink of an eye, stood an ethereally beautiful woman, red hair flowing around her and green slitted cat's-eyes shining out of the dark. "Godmother," he groaned.

"Yes?" she said. "Did you have a wish?"

"Not for anything important enough to bargain with you over," he told her firmly.

"Nonsense, child," she told him, patting him on the shoulders. "Everyone deserves a chance to go to the ball and meet their handsome prince."

He batted her hands away "I don't want to meet a handsome prince, Godmother, I'm a man," he whined, and she just stared at him incredulously until he hunched up and added, "And besides I told you, I'm not bargaining with you over this."

"This one's free, Kiddo," she said, "I promised your mother."

"You promised my mother I'd get to go to the White King's ball?"

"Mmm-hmmm," she said.

"Hell's bells," he cursed, and closed his eyes. He hadn't had a lot of dealings with the Leanansidhe, his dead mother's old friend, but one thing he had learned was that once the phrase "I promised your mother," came out, he no longer had any choice in the matter.

"Wonderful!" the Leanansidhe said, clapping her hands delightedly. "Now, obviously you can't go to a ball dressed like that."

"It's a costume party," he told her. "I'll go as Arthur Dent."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You'll go as something that won't embarrass me by proxy," she said, and gestured at him. "Turn around, let me look at you."

He sighed but obeyed. It would be fun in a vindictive sort of way to turn up dressed in finery that outshone even Justin's, and if he knew his godmother, that's what he'd end up with. He imagined himself in a finely-tailored black tuxedo and top hat, like his father's old stage costume, or splendid medieval furs and a velvet tunic embroidered in gold, as he endured her hands running assessingly along his body, measuring out the countours of his neck and shoulders and chest, the circumference of his waist, and then, with a shudder under his skin, even up his inseam.

Finally she stepped back and said, "Yes, I believe that will do," and snapped her fingers once. He felt the tatty old robe fade away into something else, something much heavier, something that had the feel of crinolines. "Godmother," he said slowly, "What did you do?"

She smiled at him. "Why, look at yourself, godson," she said, and waved a hand at a nearby pile of grimy half-melted February snow. It turned itself into a Harry-height, glassy-smooth mirror of ice, and he braced himself, and looked.

He was wearing a ballgown, all in white and pale ice-blue, embroidered with thousands of tiny, glittering beads like patterns of frost on a window. The skirts belled out widely around his feet and rustled when he moved, and the bodice was cut low and wide, showing off the curves of his neck and shoulders. Somehow, without any extra padding, it managed to give the impression that he had breasts - not large ones, more the size that Elaine's had been three years ago when she was just starting to develop, but there. The dress, or possibly some sort of underpinnings, nipped in tightly at the waist, not quite enough to be uncomfortable yet but enough that he could feel it at every breath, and it gave him a distinct curve and made his chest swell with every breath.

His dark hair, previously shaggy and in dire need of a trim (as usual), had been pulled back and away from his face, intertwined with tiny white flowers and silver pins, the slight natural curl somehow emphasized in a few locks that softly framed his ears, and the chain of his mother's pentacle necklace had turned into a wide band of dark blue velvet, a choker that didn't quite give the impression of a dog collar while drawing out the whiteness of his skin and disguising the coarser lines of his throat. Something subtle had changed the apparent contours of his face, too; his cheekbones were more prominent somehow, his chin less so, and his eyes looked huge and smoky and somehow tragic. His skin was lightly dusted with something pale and glittery, just below the level where anyone would consciously notice.

The overall effect was clearly that of a lovely woman. A tall, slender, muscular, boyish, but not unfeminine woman. He choked. "Did you dress me up as the Snow Queen?"

She propped her hands on her hips and gave a satisfied nod. "It suits you rather better than I expected, Godson, and the white will serve as a compliment to your hosts while the design is a warning, to anyone who might wish you harm, that you have powerful patrons."

"Or that I'm suicidally reckless," Harry said.

"In which case they'll stay away in order to avoid collateral damage," Lea smirked. "Now, child, it is a costume party, after all. And you have to admit that no one, much less that awful DuMorne person, would ever guess it was you."

"Well, Elaine might," Harry muttered before he thought better of it.

Lea gave a peal of laughter. "What sort of bedroom games have you been getting up to?" she asked. "Oh, yes, you will do well. Now, you still need shoes. Heels won't do, you're tall enough already. Something comfortable, that you can dance in, I think." She snapped her fingers and he felt his slippers tranform into something that hugged his feet, almost but not quite too tight, contoured perfectly to him. He would've bet a lot that they were as icy and elegant as the dress, but he wasn't going to give Lea the satisfaction of looking.

"Now, the ideal, of course, would be a horse and carriage, or perhaps a lovely Kelpie boy to give you a ride," she said, "But there is a difference between making an entrance and making a spectacle of yourself, and perhaps we had best err on the side of caution. DuMorne did have good reason for keeping you hidden away, after all. Luckily there's quite a short Way through Winter from here to the Raith estate."

"What if I don't want to go?" Harry asked her.

She gazed at him, suddenly serious. "Tell me that three times, Harry Dresden, and I will see to it that you don't, no matter the consequences, for unwilling will be worse than not at all."

He was silent. Tell me three times, to one of the Fae, meant it must be the truth. Harry probably could have lied anyway; after all he wasn't a fairy himself, but it would still be dangerous, and he really, really didn't want the Leanansidhe as an enemy. And, well, he did kind of want to go. Even in this ridiculous outfit. He would outshine everyone there, and nobody would have the least idea who he was (except just possibly Elaine.) He would be free, for once, and he would finally be able to get out of this house and see something of the shining world he'd been learning about but never experienced. And he wouldn't even have to say hello to the vampire prince, probably.

She took his silence as the assent it was, and nodded, then produced a small square of paper covered in silver gilt. "There are three things you must remember before you go, Godson. And they are vitally important." She handed him the paper. "This is your invitation. Don't lose it. One thing a mortal should never do is go to a vampire ball uninvited. It is one of the Winter Queen's invitations - she wasn't going to use them all anyway - and it doesn't specify a name." She handed him the card, and he frowned at it, and finally managed to tuck it down the front of the bodice while she continued speaking.

"Which gives me the second item: Tell no-one who you are. You know already that names are dangerous, but for you, in particular, upon the grounds of the White King," she shook her head. "DuMorne's anger will be the least of your troubles if you do."

Harry nodded.

"And finally," she added, "Since I'm giving you this free, I must do it under the notice of my Queen. Which means that at the mid-night hour, as her power starts to turn toward the day, all that I have given to you will fade. The dress will go, the shoes, but most importantly of all, as my favor leaves you, so will your right to use that invitation. You must be off the Raith grounds - preferably back in the Nevernever - as the clock strikes twelve. Do you understand?"

He nodded again.

"Unless, of course, you wish to bargain with me for more time? No? No? Ah, well, midnight it is then," she said, and opened them a door in the world.

Re: Fairy Tales: A Lady Fair to See (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Oooh, I really like this! Especially the thought you've put into Harry's costume and the prohibitions he has to follow.

Please continue!

Fill: 8/? scrappy!Harry prompt

[(Anonymous)]

"Alive? How do you mean, 'alive'?"

Billy shrugged, uncertain. It was an uncomfortable look on the young man.

"I don't know. I'd say there were two people walking around everywhere Harry is, but I know there's not. We checked for people hiding behind veils once Georgia smelled it the first time. And it's not anything I've ever run into before, or I'd remember it. It's kind of foul, actually." His nose wrinkled unconsciously. "Rotten egg-y, but different."

"Perfect. Because this was going way too smoothly." Murphy dug her heel into the grass, making a shallow divot. "Well, fuck. I'm going to have to call him, aren't I?"

"Call who?"

~

"Sergeant." Marcone smiled down at Murphy, pleasant and completely meaningless. He'd come in jeans, which shocked her a little. She didn't think she'd ever seen him in anything other than a well-tailored suit. But there he was, faded blue jeans, dark t-shirt and a heavy leather jacket.

"I don't want you, Marcone. Just Ms. Gard."

"And here she is." He nodded back over his shoulder to where the blond stood beside Hendricks, waiting. "I am not in the habit of simply obeying a request. Especially from you, Ms. Murphy."

"Listen, you scum sucking-" Childrens laughter drifted out of the house and she cut herself off. It was nearly dark and they needed to get going here. "It's Sergeant Murphy to you, Marcone. Always. Ms. Gard, did he explain what's going on?"

"Mr. Marcone shared what little information you had. Where is the child?"

"This way." She led them through the back yard, around to Michael's work shop. Michael opened the door as they came up, holding it as Harry staggered out, toting a small metal tool box. The hot water heater had given out and Harry had appointed himself Michael's assistant during the repairs. His 'assistance' was likely why it was taking so long, but it kept him busy and, well, hell. It was just cute. So no one had tried to stop him.

Michael caught sight of them and said something to Harry. He frowned up at the former Knight then glanced in their direction. Maybe it was just paranoia, worry from Billy's earlier revelation, but Murphy thought the look was hard, calculating. She tried to shake it off as they crossed the back yard. Harry had set the tool box down and was standing beside Michael, leaning into him a bit.

"Mr. Carpenter. It's good to see you on your feet again." Michael nodded at Marcone, his hand coming to rest protectively on Harry's shoulder. Harry was staring at Marcone, face intent.

"Mr. Marcone." Michael patted Harry gently. "Harry, why don't you go on into the house. Tell Charity we'll be in in just a minute."

"Yessir." He slipped out from under Michael's hand and jogged back to the house, glancing back every few steps.

"Is that normal for him?" Marcone watched him go, his face set in it's normal pleasantly blank lines. "The staring, I mean."

"Not really, no."

"Interesting."

"And totally useless, actually. Unless you turned him into a twelve year old?"

"Hardly." Marcone walked past Murphy and into the light coming from the open workshop door. "He has little enough self control as an adult. I shudder to think of what he might be like as puberty hits."

"I'll need to examine him more closely to see if I can locate the spell." Gard stepped between Murphy and Marcone, separating them as much as possible. "He's not going to like it."

Re: AU to Changes FILL 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks everyone for your responses, I really appreciate it. I've being checking this kinkmeme twice a day since it started, and decided it was about time I did my part.


Why guilty? For the indentured servitude he'd backed me into? For coming into the room uninvited, touching me? He'd been working for the first since day one, and this was not my room, not really. Not my home, not my decision. He could do what he wanted with me; I'd already agreed. All I'd held back was a refusal to fight against my friends, and he probably wouldn't have made me do that anyway: they knew my weaknesses.

One of his hands fell back from the blanket to his thigh, but the other hovered in the air for a moment in uncharacteristic indecision. I waited. He let out a breath and reached up to cup my cheek. Warm fingers spread on my ear and hinge of my jaw. His thumb swiping carefully under my eye. Oh. I'd been crying. When had that happened?

"My most sincere condol-" He started, before I cut him off sharply, my voice wilder than I might have hoped. "No, no please, I can't- Please." Finally, finally I managed to jerk back away from his touch. Because this is my life, I regretted it instantly.

Agony flared up from my shattered wrist, my turned ankle, the deep gash in the side of back where a sword thrust had been slown down by my coat only enough to lodge in my ribs instead of going through them like paper. Damn, damn, damn. I hissed out pain and his hands were right back, easing me into my former position.

I'd accepted the doctor's pills because I couldn't sleep while using Lash's technique to turn off pain, but now I was robbed of the focus necessary to use that technique, the pain hadn't been killed, and I wasn't asleep anyway. And I was badly handicapped in the battle of wits that so often came with Marcone's company.

Not that it mattered. I'd already lost, I reminded myself. And I was safe; he wouldn't risk breaking me. He used people, sure, to destruction if needed. But only if needed, and not before he'd gotten his money's worth from them. I'd been expensive. At least six of his men's lives, the injuries to more, whatever he'd traded for my healing, the debt I owed Mab that he'd absorbed with my allegiance. I was valuable to him.

God, I'd gotten those men killed. I didn't even know their names.

Re: Fill: Home Remedy 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Hmmm...since the heroes in Valhalla appear to moonlight as Monoc Security guys...I might find this acceptable.

Re: Temeraire AU - Harry/John or Harry/John/Thomas

[(Anonymous)]

desired with the burning hot literary fire of one thousand suns.

OP here.

[(Anonymous)]

Writer's choice. :D

Re: AU to Changes FILL 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

This is beautiful. I love how you wave the words to create such bittersweet images of Harry's state of mind and how easily you fit the backstory to this AU with what he's feeling and experiencing with John in the room.

wonderfully written.

Re: Fill: 8/? scrappy!Harry prompt

[renuki]

Yay, Marcone is here! :D

Hm.... maybe the second 'person' is He Who Walks Behind? (And why is Harry staring so intently at Marcone? O_o)

Re: Temeraire AU - Harry/John or Harry/John/Thomas

[grenegome]

*FLAILS* That... that combines my longstanding desire for Laurence/Napoleon with my ridiculous love of Dresden/Marcone and and... omg. Please someone.