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Marcone/Dresden Fae/Dresden
The first time Marcone met Harry Dresden was back when he was still a punk. Harry rescued him from (insert something ridiculous or serious here), and thus, being curious as he was, he started following Harry around. Therefore, Harry had no choice but to teach him about the supernatural.
The thing is, Harry's currently the Winter Knight right now in exchange for Mab protecting him.
Write how that changes things. Does Harry get stupidly attached to John as to get himself in serious trouble (helping him) and inspire John to try to break Harry's contract? Maybe John got a crush on Harry and Harry likes to tease him?
Bonus: Harry teaching John about the Fae helps John learn about loopholes and what to do and what not to do (Dresden is an example of both)
...It could also be a student-teacher relationship if you want
The first time Marcone met Harry Dresden was back when he was still a punk. Harry rescued him from (insert something ridiculous or serious here), and thus, being curious as he was, he started following Harry around. Therefore, Harry had no choice but to teach him about the supernatural.
The thing is, Harry's currently the Winter Knight right now in exchange for Mab protecting him.
Write how that changes things. Does Harry get stupidly attached to John as to get himself in serious trouble (helping him) and inspire John to try to break Harry's contract? Maybe John got a crush on Harry and Harry likes to tease him?
Bonus: Harry teaching John about the Fae helps John learn about loopholes and what to do and what not to do (Dresden is an example of both)
...It could also be a student-teacher relationship if you want
I am so ashamed of myself right now.
But I really want Murphy, Kincaid, and Ivy to take a working vacation to Hawaii and run into 5-0, banter, mayhem, hilarity, and small girls being adorable ensuing.
But I really want Murphy, Kincaid, and Ivy to take a working vacation to Hawaii and run into 5-0, banter, mayhem, hilarity, and small girls being adorable ensuing.
One of the Dresdenverse guys likes to wear frilly, lacy panties.
Preference would be either Marcone or Kincaid, but anyone (or everyone, hint hint) would work.
Preference would be either Marcone or Kincaid, but anyone (or everyone, hint hint) would work.
Always Female Harry/Marcone..
Umm....Harry and John were datin briefly while Harry was still living with Justin..
Then Marcone went off to the army but....Harry got pregnant!!! And she thought it was Justin's in the begining cuz he raped her....then Justin dies, the baby is born....A mini version of Male!Harry with money-green eyes!!
15 or so years later...Harry and John meets again...And John get to meet Malcolm(Named for Harry's dad).
Son doesn't like John cuz of various reasons..1 is that John is a mafia kingpin. 2. thinks he can look after his mom by himself...or whatever the author wants! XD
Umm....Harry and John were datin briefly while Harry was still living with Justin..
Then Marcone went off to the army but....Harry got pregnant!!! And she thought it was Justin's in the begining cuz he raped her....then Justin dies, the baby is born....A mini version of Male!Harry with money-green eyes!!
15 or so years later...Harry and John meets again...And John get to meet Malcolm(Named for Harry's dad).
Son doesn't like John cuz of various reasons..1 is that John is a mafia kingpin. 2. thinks he can look after his mom by himself...or whatever the author wants! XD
"I know you." Harry bit his lip and stared at Marcone across the living room. Hendricks sat between the two of them, watching Harry closely. Gard and Murphy were outside, contacting Monoc. Michael had taken Charity and the children over to her mothers' home. He, Charity and Molly would be back as soon as they had the younger ones settled in.
"Yes, you do."
"You uh-" Harry frowned and it was clear he was trying to put together some random bits of thought. "There was a wolf. Or sort of a wolf. Huge. Bigger than Mouse, even. And you- you were kind of cool." The young man blushed and looked away.
"Thank you, Harry." Marcone smiled at him. "You did fairly well yourself, that night."
"Well, yeah. But I'm a wizard. You're like...Batman."
Marcone wasn't sure how he would have responded to that. He'd had the thought before, of course, in some loopy moments after fights but no one had ever said it out loud. Luckily, he didn't have to respond, as that was the moment the house was attacked.
There was a deep well of silence, as though all sound was sucked away and then everything rushed back in, an explosion of color, light and sound that had physical force. Windows shattered, splinters of glass flying everywhere and Marcone dove for Harry, trying to protect the boy. Hendricks beat him to it, dragging both Harry and Marcone down to the floor, shielding them.
When the noise stopped, Hendricks waited a second and rose, patting down Marcone quickly, checking for wounds as the man tried to wave him off.
"I'm fine. I'm fine. Check Harry." Hendricks shifted his attention to the boy. Harry had already risen from the floor and was running toward the front of the house.
"Dammit." Marcone pushed off the floor in one smooth move and ran after him, catching him in the hallway. "Stay back!"
"Murphy's out there!" Harry tugged, realized Marcone had a good grip on him and threw his hand out at Marcone, yelling "Forzare!" as he did. The magic caught him, swatted at him like a giant hand and sent him skittering into the far wall behind him.
Marcone's head spun nauseatingly but he staggered back to his feet, snarling. Harry wasn't any smarter as a child than he was as an adult. He followed Hendricks' quickly moving form down the hall and out into the front yard.
Silence, broken only faintly by shouts from near by neighbors and the tiny wail of sirens. Hendricks was crouched over Gard's still form, checking her pulse. Murphy was several feet away, pulling herself up against a tree. Mouse was nosing her, growling and whining. Marcone could see the dog was bleeding, favoring one leg as he tried to help the woman up. The yard was a ruin, what wasn't still smouldering was black and twisted, chunks of earth ripped from the ground.
There was no sign of Harry.
"Yes, you do."
"You uh-" Harry frowned and it was clear he was trying to put together some random bits of thought. "There was a wolf. Or sort of a wolf. Huge. Bigger than Mouse, even. And you- you were kind of cool." The young man blushed and looked away.
"Thank you, Harry." Marcone smiled at him. "You did fairly well yourself, that night."
"Well, yeah. But I'm a wizard. You're like...Batman."
Marcone wasn't sure how he would have responded to that. He'd had the thought before, of course, in some loopy moments after fights but no one had ever said it out loud. Luckily, he didn't have to respond, as that was the moment the house was attacked.
There was a deep well of silence, as though all sound was sucked away and then everything rushed back in, an explosion of color, light and sound that had physical force. Windows shattered, splinters of glass flying everywhere and Marcone dove for Harry, trying to protect the boy. Hendricks beat him to it, dragging both Harry and Marcone down to the floor, shielding them.
When the noise stopped, Hendricks waited a second and rose, patting down Marcone quickly, checking for wounds as the man tried to wave him off.
"I'm fine. I'm fine. Check Harry." Hendricks shifted his attention to the boy. Harry had already risen from the floor and was running toward the front of the house.
"Dammit." Marcone pushed off the floor in one smooth move and ran after him, catching him in the hallway. "Stay back!"
"Murphy's out there!" Harry tugged, realized Marcone had a good grip on him and threw his hand out at Marcone, yelling "Forzare!" as he did. The magic caught him, swatted at him like a giant hand and sent him skittering into the far wall behind him.
Marcone's head spun nauseatingly but he staggered back to his feet, snarling. Harry wasn't any smarter as a child than he was as an adult. He followed Hendricks' quickly moving form down the hall and out into the front yard.
Silence, broken only faintly by shouts from near by neighbors and the tiny wail of sirens. Hendricks was crouched over Gard's still form, checking her pulse. Murphy was several feet away, pulling herself up against a tree. Mouse was nosing her, growling and whining. Marcone could see the dog was bleeding, favoring one leg as he tried to help the woman up. The yard was a ruin, what wasn't still smouldering was black and twisted, chunks of earth ripped from the ground.
There was no sign of Harry.
It is adorable, isn't it?
Blackmail material for forever!
Uh, maybe? I'm not telling you anything! :D
Uh, maybe? I'm not telling you anything! :D
Oh gods.
If you could, like, write another chapter today I'd be so happy.
Your story has me refreshing non stop.
LOVE IT!
If you could, like, write another chapter today I'd be so happy.
Your story has me refreshing non stop.
LOVE IT!
Harry wasn't any smarter as a child than he was as an adult.
Oh Harry..You never change do you?
Sqee!! This story is so awesome!!! MOre pls!!!
Oh Harry..You never change do you?
Sqee!! This story is so awesome!!! MOre pls!!!
Yes! Marcone is so like Batman! Even kid!Harry knows it (btw the blushing was cute).
Hmm, Harry recognizes Marcone...or his soul at least...? :D
Hmm, Harry recognizes Marcone...or his soul at least...? :D
LMAO of course Harry's plan is to charge in to save the day.
Plan, what plan?
Plan, what plan?
The pain had receded a little. He was carding his fingers through my hair and talking softly. It was nice. Soothing. I'm not usually very receptive to being soothed, but under the circumstances... I'd allow it. The intimacy of this and his earlier gesture was only just sinking in, but then we'd shared a greater intimacy the first time we met. I'd thrown up walls as hard and harsh as I could ever since, but the very effort it had taken undermined them, needing constant renewal. Without the insults and aggravation we tended to slide naturally into alliance. Now the walls seemed to be entirely gone and I wondered if it left him as off balance as it did me.
Could be; talking to fill the silence wasn't something Marcone usually did.
"-considering giving them hazard pay, I didn't quite believe your medical examiner about it actually being a very small and discolored cougar-" caught my attention.
"Wait, go back, what did you say?" Possibly I should be less peremptory to my new lord and master. Screw it. He knew what I was like when he bought me.
He raised an eyebrow, but answered mildly. "We found your cat. Well, that behemoth you call a dog found your cat, but some of my men drove and got the ungrateful animal into a carrier. They're on their way back now."
Oh.
That explained where Mouse was, anyway. The rest of what he said didn't make any sense, but of course Mouse would want to find Mister as soon as possible. He'd mentioned Butters, who'd been here earlier with the other doctors to offer his expert knowledge of my unique medical needs, but had gladly passed off actual treatment to the living-person specialists. It had taken hours.
It made sense that Marcone would have talked to him, and I could kind of see Butters launching into a Crime Lord/Baron of Chicago induced nervous ramble, which could easily have included Mister. That Marcone had sent goons out at God knows what time of night to find a missing cat was...unexpected. I'd consider the thought that this was actually a dream, but people don't do nice things for me in my dreams.
"I'll have him put in your sitting room, I don't want him jumping on you in your current condition." No, that would be very bad. The sitting room I'd barely seen at all, getting a hazy impression of more bookshelves and an expensive couch. It was about to get less expensive; Mister was probably really pissed off by now. Well, that was something.
"why..?" escaped before I could think better of it. What was he doing? Marcone was good at enlightened self-interest. My health and relative sanity were very much his concern: I was no good to him broken. But this? This wasn't...I didn't know what to do with this. Kindness wasn't part of the deal. I hadn't know it was a possibility.
I was grateful. I was achingly, pathetically grateful. For Mister on his way back to me, for Mouse treated respectfully, for the blanket pulled over me, for the soft light of the oil lamp. For the little girl asleep down the hall. I just didn't understand.
"He'll jostle your injuries." Okay, that clearly hadn't been the question I was asking. I opened my mouth to start an argument, and nearly had a heart attack when Hendricks cleared his throat from the doorway.
Apparently, this sensing people thing only applied to John.
Who looked over at Hendricks with a frown. He hadn't jumped, the bastard.
"That report you wanted is ready." Hendricks said impassively.
"Thank you, I'll be there in a moment." Hendricks didn't move. His gaze flickered to me for a instant, then went back to Marcone. They looked at each other for a second. "That will be all." He left. Marcone took his hand out of my hair, stood up and looked at me for a little while longer. I wished I had understood any of the conversation that had obviously just happened.
"Try to sleep" he said, and left.
Could be; talking to fill the silence wasn't something Marcone usually did.
"-considering giving them hazard pay, I didn't quite believe your medical examiner about it actually being a very small and discolored cougar-" caught my attention.
"Wait, go back, what did you say?" Possibly I should be less peremptory to my new lord and master. Screw it. He knew what I was like when he bought me.
He raised an eyebrow, but answered mildly. "We found your cat. Well, that behemoth you call a dog found your cat, but some of my men drove and got the ungrateful animal into a carrier. They're on their way back now."
Oh.
That explained where Mouse was, anyway. The rest of what he said didn't make any sense, but of course Mouse would want to find Mister as soon as possible. He'd mentioned Butters, who'd been here earlier with the other doctors to offer his expert knowledge of my unique medical needs, but had gladly passed off actual treatment to the living-person specialists. It had taken hours.
It made sense that Marcone would have talked to him, and I could kind of see Butters launching into a Crime Lord/Baron of Chicago induced nervous ramble, which could easily have included Mister. That Marcone had sent goons out at God knows what time of night to find a missing cat was...unexpected. I'd consider the thought that this was actually a dream, but people don't do nice things for me in my dreams.
"I'll have him put in your sitting room, I don't want him jumping on you in your current condition." No, that would be very bad. The sitting room I'd barely seen at all, getting a hazy impression of more bookshelves and an expensive couch. It was about to get less expensive; Mister was probably really pissed off by now. Well, that was something.
"why..?" escaped before I could think better of it. What was he doing? Marcone was good at enlightened self-interest. My health and relative sanity were very much his concern: I was no good to him broken. But this? This wasn't...I didn't know what to do with this. Kindness wasn't part of the deal. I hadn't know it was a possibility.
I was grateful. I was achingly, pathetically grateful. For Mister on his way back to me, for Mouse treated respectfully, for the blanket pulled over me, for the soft light of the oil lamp. For the little girl asleep down the hall. I just didn't understand.
"He'll jostle your injuries." Okay, that clearly hadn't been the question I was asking. I opened my mouth to start an argument, and nearly had a heart attack when Hendricks cleared his throat from the doorway.
Apparently, this sensing people thing only applied to John.
Who looked over at Hendricks with a frown. He hadn't jumped, the bastard.
"That report you wanted is ready." Hendricks said impassively.
"Thank you, I'll be there in a moment." Hendricks didn't move. His gaze flickered to me for a instant, then went back to Marcone. They looked at each other for a second. "That will be all." He left. Marcone took his hand out of my hair, stood up and looked at me for a little while longer. I wished I had understood any of the conversation that had obviously just happened.
"Try to sleep" he said, and left.
Murphy/Kincaid, pegging. Both of them enjoying it.
Extra-special bonus points for incorporating one of the prompts above and having Kincaid liking to wear frilly/lacy/feminine underwear (and Murphy thoroughly approving and possibly even helping him pick them out).
Extra-special bonus points for incorporating one of the prompts above and having Kincaid liking to wear frilly/lacy/feminine underwear (and Murphy thoroughly approving and possibly even helping him pick them out).
Ya know... I bet one of the reason Harry knows of Marcone might be because of the Soulgaze that happen between them.
And yes, little Harry. Marcone is Batman as a mafia. :D
...OH NO!
*starts to swear*
On another note: Whoever kidnap Harry is going to regret it! ...I hope.
And yes, little Harry. Marcone is Batman as a mafia. :D
...OH NO!
*starts to swear*
On another note: Whoever kidnap Harry is going to regret it! ...I hope.
Alwaysagirl!Harry is taller than Marcone, without heels. How do they negotiate this in bed?
nothing is hotter than the sight of the woman taller than the man unfff
sigh anonfail
nothing is hotter than the sight of the woman taller than the man unfff
sigh anonfail
Gah, that was meant to be *without high heeled shoes.
*goes to bed*
*goes to bed*
Please continue to be awesome.
'Cause this is awesome. JSYK.
'Cause this is awesome. JSYK.
Harry's *really* out of it if Marcone's motives aren't transparent.
And I hadn't realized, but you're right - all of Harry's domestic entourage are oversized.
And I hadn't realized, but you're right - all of Harry's domestic entourage are oversized.
"I'd consider the thought that this was actually a dream, but people don't do nice things for me in my dreams."
Oh, Harry. :(
Oh, Harry. :(
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