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Re: Fill: 11/? scrappy!Harry prompt

[renuki]

LOL! Kid!Harry likes John. *snickers quietly* ...well. If Adult Harry remember any of this, this is going to be....awkward.

Oh dear.

OH FREAKING DEAR! :(

More silly vampire Harlequin fluff 1/?

[luciazephyr]

continued from here, this is a sequel to my impromptu vampire!John fluff.



The power outage resolved itself eventually. Chicago lit up again by the next evening and the phone lines ended up tied up for hours as people called each other to confirm safety. The TV talked about the scattered looting, the cops who'd run themselves ragged trying to keep order, and the mayor making a statement explaining how the blackout occurred and the steps being taken to prevent another such event.

It was like coming out of a long sleep. People left in the morning to go to work, blinking up at the winter sun as if it had gone out during the blackout too.

Harry went to work, settled back into routine. Opening the shop, dealing with a few customers, reading a magazine behind the counter in the long stretches of time when the shop was empty, pointing a few people towards Bock's shop when he didn't have what they needed.

He went home, fed the pets, fed himself, and slept.

Or tried to. Buried under blankets with Mister laying on his back, purring loudly, Harry just stared at the wall. Tired, but unable to fall asleep, he lifted his arm in the pale light of the moon and looked at the two dark pink marks on his forearm.

John was next door. Harry wondered if John slept, if he could sleep. Did vampires need rest? Was he awake in the next apartment, alone and...

And these were dangerous thoughts. Harry courted trouble, he knew that, but this was something else altogether.

If he could just sleep.



Harry was collecting his mail the next time he saw John.

It was late in the afternoon and Harry hadn't been sleeping well. He was tired and nearly stumbled into the apartment building, feet shuffling along the floor. He shook out the key to his mailbox, but shook too hard. The keys slipped out of his hands and hit the floor.

Harry groaned and leaned against the wall, shutting his eyes with the cool, paint-coated plaster against his face.

He heard a sound and opened his eyes; John the friendly next-door vampire, was bending down, picking up Harry's dropped keys. He straightened and offered them to Harry, open palmed. "Mr. Dresden."

Harry caught a glimpse at the edge of a sharp canine as John spoke and couldn't stop the sharp inhale. He had a vivid sensual flashback to the physical feelings of being bitten. The initial panicked rush from being bitten, the slow, sweet lulling pushing into his skin by John's tongue, the weird, alien suction... He was flushing, neck burning red, he could feel it. "John, hi, how's... how are you?"

John smiled, teeth on clear display as he retrieved his own mail. "Nominal. And you, Mr. Dresden? You look quite peaky. Are you all right?"

Harry nodded quickly, then stopped when that made his head hurt. "Fine. S'fine, just..." He shrugged and grabbed his mail. "I'm fine."

John arched an eyebrow at him. "Did you think saying it three times would make it true?"

"I'm... tired. That's all. Haven't been sleeping well."

John nodded thoughtfully. "Are you headed upstairs?"

"Yeah."

"Let me walk you. You look ready to fall over." He beckoned Harry along, calling the elevator and ushering him inside before hitting their floor number. "I dealt with insomnia at times. Try some chamomile tea. It might help."

"Chamomile?"

"Not a tea drinker, I assume? I'll loan you some. I don't drink as much as I used to."

"I can imagine." Harry winced. "Or... no, I can't, not really. Hey, do you... sleep?"

John tipped his head to the side, eyeing Harry speculatively. "Sometimes. Why?"

He looked away sharply. "Nothin'. Just wondering."

Harry thankfully kept his mouth quiet as John walked him to his door, fetched him a box of tea, and bade him goodnight, eyes glinting green and gold in the hallway's artificial light.

Flowers and Sunshine

[(Anonymous)]

seriously people, I don't know what's going on here but it's bringing some downer to this meme that needs to be fixed. So let's lighten the mood a bit, shall we?

Any pairing, any time, any where.

Prompt: Flowers and sunshine.
Bonus for using the quote: "It's flowers and freaking sunshine, how bad could it be?" (preferably followed by sexytimes)

Fill 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Harry Dresden, legendary thorn in everyone’s side, alleged warlock, pyro, war mage, oblivious, self-righteous asshole and overall insane freak, was a geek.

Hendricks never would have guessed.

Mr. Marcone wanted Hendricks to follow the wizard. Mr. Marcone stated he wanted to know what the clever, secretive wizard was up to. For all Mr. Marcone knew of what the wizard did, too often he only found out important details when buildings began blowing up.

Or Dresden ended up unconscious and with an IV in his arm.

When it came to Dresden, his boss wasn’t as professional as Hendricks would live. Even if Dresden kept denying any connection to the Outfit, Mr. Marcone considered Dresden his and did his best to treat him as such without Dresden noticing enough to protest.

On one hand, Hendricks thought they deserved each other. On the other hand, he thought no one deserved that irritating wizard.

So when the boss assigned him to play babysitter, it annoyed Hendricks. A lot.

Hendricks followed Dresden while Dresden drove his ridiculous car around. Hendricks followed Dresden while Dresden walked his ridiculously proportionate dog. Hendricks shared his coke and lunch with Dresden’s also ridiculously proportionate cat and listened to the distant explosions from Dresden’s apartment.

Hendricks also lost Dresden more than he would have liked. Several times he wondered if this mission was a subtle punishment for using Mr. Marcone’s Machiavellian mindset in his last paper. He had been subtle and relied heavily on symbolism, but he knew he should have been suspicious when Mr. Marcone called it simply “intriguing” and moved on.

While following Dresden to a police investigation was expected, following Dresden to a D&D game was odd. He was a wizard. Why the hell did he need D&D? Losing him in a library for hours was also odd, though Dresden being almost physically thrown out wasn’t. Watching him in the park on a rare day off with a thick tome while his mammoth of a dog played boggled Hendricks’ mind.

Harry Dresden was the infamous rogue wizard who spent his time blowing up Mr. Marcone’s buildings and taking on warlocks. Harry Dresden wasn’t the skinny geek curled around a thick book with D&D dice in his pocket.

Then Dresden had to ruin everything by taking his book up to Hendricks’ booth in the coffee shop and sitting down across from him. “Easier for you to stalk me from here,” Dresden said cheekily. Half a bagel stuck out of his dog’s mouth as he sat down beside the booth. How did Dresden convince them to let his dog in here, anyway?

Hendricks stiffened. His hand automatically twitched toward his gun. He wasn’t sure if it was in reaction to someone unexpectedly sitting across from him or Dresden’s damned cheeky grin. He might have done more if Dresden hadn’t opened his book and immediately began reading.

Hendricks watched Dresden read, unsure. Now what?

The waitress walked to their table, dark hair bound in a loose braid and piled on her head. She carried a notebook in one hand and a bagel in her other.

“Hi, sweetie,” she coed at the dog. His bagel long gone, he sat up and panted, doggy grin on his face. Hendricks was used to being ignored as a bodyguard but not usually as a patron. Dresden kept reading, unfazed. “You’re such a good doggie, aren’t you?”

The dog – Mouse, Hendricks recalled, because of course Dresden would name a dog that sized “Mouse” – huffed and wiggled. The waitress cooed and gave him the bagel. Then she seemed to notice the dog came with people. She blushed a little and pulled out a pen from the mess on her head.

“Hi, my name is Sherry! What can I get started for you?”

Dresden raised an eyebrow at Hendricks. Hendricks scowled. “Coffee. Please.”

Dresden gifted Sherry with that damned cheeky grin. “Coffee, too, please,” he said, so sweetly Hendricks was surprised sugar didn’t drip onto the table.

Sherry looked back and forth between them, uncertainty twisting her too-bright lips for a minute, but an obviously fake smile pulled at her mouth. “Okay!” she chirped. “I’ll be right back.”

She gave Mouse a real smile as she left. Dresden waited until he was gone before carefully closing his book, leaving his hand in the middle as a bookmark. He smiled at Hendricks, hard and with too many teeth. What disturbed Hendricks more was the dog’s sudden stillness and stare, like he had been waiting for the waitress to leave, too. Hendricks suddenly remembered Gard’s reports on the dog: impossibly intelligent and very protective.

“So,” Dresden said pleasantly, “why have you been following me?”

His dark eyes focused to the left of Hendricks’. Hendricks knew better than to try and catch his gaze. Only his boss was crazy enough to do that.

He was loyal, not blind.

Hendricks shrugged. “Orders.”

Watching Dresden in his quiet moments, it had been surprisingly easy to forget Dresden’s temper. A storm slowly rose in Dresden’s eyes.

Abruptly, Mouse relaxed and huffed. Dresden immediately relaxed and plastered a smile on his face. A moment later, Sherry returned with their coffee. “Enjoy!” she said, her own fake smile on her face.

Hendricks looked around, studying everyone’s fake smile. Even the dog had a fake smile on his furry face. He reached for his coffee and studied Dresden and his dog. The waitress wasn’t too surprising. She probably spent most of her day with a fake smile on her lips.

Mr. Marcone thought Dresden was an immensely fascinating creature. Hendricks believed most of that was because of the “soulgaze” years ago. Or maybe it was because Mr. Marcone rarely met someone as stubborn as he was.

Personally, Hendricks thought Dresden was a boring, one-dimensional person who was luckier than he deserved to be. He came, he blew things up, he left. Big deal.

Now, with Dresden and his dog both flashing fake smiles at the civilian, Hendricks thought this was possibly the most interesting he had seen the wizard.

While the waitress walked away, Hendricks took a moment to look at Dresden’s book. He noticed the title was in Latin before Dresden’s arm covered it up.

“Orders,” Dresden repeated flatly.

Hendricks nodded and sipped his coffee. He liked not really answering Dresden. It pissed him off.

Yep. There was the scowl. It was funny how intimidating such a skinny guy could look when he was mad. The lean face and fifty million layers the wizard wore helped.

When Hendricks thought about it, that was interesting, too. He usually didn’t take too much time thinking about the wizard. If he had to keep following him, maybe he should start.

Dresden looked like he was ready to keep going, but Hendricks cut him off by grabbing his own book from his bag and putting it on the table. Dresden paused and eyed it like it could be a bomb. Hendricks deliberately ignored him and read his book.

He expected Dresden to push. That was what Dresden did. He pushed and railed and burned things down and sent Mr. Marcone’s insurance premiums up…until Mr. Marcone sent them a nicely worded letter, anyway.

Except Dresden just opened his own book and read.

It was a…pleasant surprise.

They sat there and read until the waitress began screaming about the monster in the sink. Then Dresden did what he did best and threw himself into the fray.

Hendricks found himself missing the quiet.

Re: More silly vampire Harlequin fluff 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

OP might make a fool of herself begging for more. :)

I just love your Harry in this. Yes, he has issues, but he's sort of cute as he goes about them. It makes the inner fangirl squee with joy - because, hey, vampire next door. :D


Of course, my brain went somewhere to:

H:"Will you let me lay on your couch again?"
J:...."of course."
H:"I'll come over, then."
J:"Right."
a few minutes later:
H:zzzzzzz....

A Happy Day!

[(Anonymous)]

The people of the Dresden Files seem to have a lot of bad luck.

Therefore to balance it out they each have a really great day. A Superdupper Day, were they don't catch the red light, thier coffee's are just perfect, and that one person they want to date just happens to say yes.

For example:
Micheal and Charity find a sitter and have a date night.

Hendrick and Gard have the same night off and get to go to (something or other may be the Opera).

Marcone and Harry get a clue!

Ect.

No angest for at least one day for each person!

Re: Fill 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

I'm actually not sure if I'm the OP or not, but it LOOKS like one of mine... heheh.

I adore this. I can actually see Hendricks enjoying quiet time with Dresden, and I can see Harry relaxing as he realizes Hendricks isn't really pushing, just doing what he's told and not interfering or trying to ask questions. Being deliberately vague and annoying, maybe, but not doing anything unless he has to.

Which fits the image you made of him beautifully, and how he feels about Harry Dresden.

Though I hope that we get more of those little changes soon! :)

Re: Fill 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

On second thought, maybe it's not my prompt? I don't know... the Marcone line is throwing me a bit.

Of course, my apologies to the real OP if this isn't mine. In which case I need to find the (several) that are...

Re: Fill 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Excellent start! I love the angle you're taking on this.

Re: Fill 1/?

[luciazephyr]

This is wonderful, anon. :chinhands:

(frozen) Re: HEY EMMYMOD!

[(Anonymous)]

Yes! Agreeing so fucking much.

Re: Venture wants ALL the crossovers. 2/??

[wintersjuly.livejournal.com]

lajdlakljlf BOB THE SKULL YES. that is genius *_*

Re: Fill: The Gentleman of Chicago 2/?

[renuki]

Hey, Harding! If you are actually working for those dudes, I'm going to kick you in the freaking SHINS.

Oh, Hai Shiro! :D

Re: Bodyguard!John & Crew

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god, I have two other fics I need to finish just for the meme but I've got like half or more of a story in my head for this prompt. I should have something ready to post in a day or two.

Re: Venture wants ALL the crossovers. 2/??

[scribe_protra]

MY LOVE FOR YOU FOR WRITING THIS AWESOME FIC IS HOTTER THEN A SUPERNOVA!

(CAPSLOCK SADLY DOES NOT FULLY ESPRESS MY FANGIRL GLEE OVER THIS.)

Re: Fill 1/?

[scribe_protra]

Auther nonnie, if you don't mind, I am going to scribble hearts all over this awesome fill. ♥ Hope you continue soon!

Re: Prompt

[(Anonymous)]

So much love for both of you and whoever writes this.

Re: Venture wants ALL the crossovers. 2/??

[(Anonymous)]

Is this guy http://i.crackedcdn.com/phpimages/article/0/4/0/47040.jpg?v=1 the tallest man on record. He got to 2.72?

Re: Venture wants ALL the crossovers. 2/??

[wintersjuly.livejournal.com]

Yep, Robert Wadlow is the tallest man on record so far. He's 8 ft 11 and even Harry would look tiny next to him XD

Re: Prompt

[(Anonymous)]

Guilty. At least I can blame it on my ethnic heritage.

Re: Scruffy!Harry

[(Anonymous)]

You should have Scruffy!Harry. I actually have a few ideas I'm working through on this. Marcone POV okay?

Re: Fill 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

THERE IS NOTHING I DON'T LOVE ABOUT THIS FILL.

"Hendricks shared his coke and lunch with Dresden’s also ridiculously proportionate cat and listened to the distant explosions from Dresden’s apartment."

<3 omg, this image.

Also, lol out loud at Hendricks using Marcone's Machiavellian tendencies in his paper.

Re: Fill: The Gentleman of Chicago 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

Remember how the book goes? Mark is going to do something worse than kick his shins, I haven't figured out what but it won't be pretty.

Re: Venture wants ALL the crossovers. 2/??

[ventureforth]

*headdesk* Math skills: CAN NOT HAZ I did mean 2.1 meters! My head went "9 inches is 3/4 of a foot! 3 feet is a meter! 2 and 3/4 meters, ahoy!" but clearly i had the dumb at that moment. Thanks!

Re: Scruffy!Harry

[flit_df_fanfic]

Marcone POV would be fabulous <3