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Well, if they were misled by eeeevil people *cough Helen Beckitt cough* to think Marcone was responsible for the death of a little girl, the team might try and steal her a Marcone.
Also, Molly (and Mouse) and Harry have to meet Parker. Maybe she's a changeling, or something?
I can't write it, I have another on the go, and I don't know leverage that well.
Also, Molly (and Mouse) and Harry have to meet Parker. Maybe she's a changeling, or something?
I can't write it, I have another on the go, and I don't know leverage that well.
Ohh, I didn't think of that!
Btw, I imagined Harry and Alec going to the same orphanage as kids or Eliot and Hendricks knowing each other from some job 'back in the day'
Btw, I imagined Harry and Alec going to the same orphanage as kids or Eliot and Hendricks knowing each other from some job 'back in the day'
It was useless. They couldn't hear me. Nobody could hear me. Or see me. Being a dead basically sucks.
That didn't stop me from trying.
"I knew you guys were geeks, but I can't believe," I said to my friends, "that you're making Monty Python references at my funeral."
That didn't stop me from trying.
"I knew you guys were geeks, but I can't believe," I said to my friends, "that you're making Monty Python references at my funeral."
I sort of promised myself I wasn't going to do this, but one last prompt before I make myself work on my non-kink meme fics...
Harry and his Significant Other want to get married in a non-traditional way, but I really want to see one of two things:
1 - Thomas giving Harry away
OR
2 - Harry asking Thomas to be his best man.
also, captcha, what are thinking? vicusedu gender?
Harry and his Significant Other want to get married in a non-traditional way, but I really want to see one of two things:
1 - Thomas giving Harry away
OR
2 - Harry asking Thomas to be his best man.
also, captcha, what are thinking? vicusedu gender?
I have the biggest grin on my face over this. I am so very looking forward to the hilarious hijinks that appear to be in store.
I dub this thread the EPIC LOLWIN thread!
We didn't talk about Murph, but of course she'd be Wonder Woman. :D
Ohhhh...okay. Actually, it might be fun to have Harry meet Marcone after the One Punch. Fanboying begins after that, you know...
Ohhhh...okay. Actually, it might be fun to have Harry meet Marcone after the One Punch. Fanboying begins after that, you know...
:D
Rumours of my disappearance were highly exaggerated! The porn was easy enough, but there was all this character interaction...
Honestly, the plot sort of added itself. I was fine with dark PWP too, and then all of a sudden, plot!
:D You're more than welcome. I really, really enjoyed filling it.
Rumours of my disappearance were highly exaggerated! The porn was easy enough, but there was all this character interaction...
Honestly, the plot sort of added itself. I was fine with dark PWP too, and then all of a sudden, plot!
:D You're more than welcome. I really, really enjoyed filling it.
Can you turn off the captcha? It isn't doing anyone any good, and it's inaccessible and obnoxious.
Just go to the site map. Under Manage your dreamwidth account click on manage settings. From there, click on privacy. There's an option that says "show captcha to" and you can just pick "nobody."
Just go to the site map. Under Manage your dreamwidth account click on manage settings. From there, click on privacy. There's an option that says "show captcha to" and you can just pick "nobody."
"Pretending." John said carefully.
"...Yes? Wait, you actually thought-?" Huh. I hadn't thought we'd been all that convincing. There was a muffled noise from Hendricks that I couldn't interpret. John actually shot him a glare, which seemed uncalled for. Maybe they'd had a bet.
"You were living together. In a one bedroom apartment." He visibly recomposed himself.
"He slept on the couch! Okay, sometimes he stole the bed, but not while I was in it!"
"And you later began telling people you were lovers because...?"
"This is going to sound stupid." His expression said he had no doubt. "He was experimenting with celibacy. Which, for him, requires preemptively discouraging everyone he can. He was going to be around more straight women than gay guys, so he said he was only interested in men, and in an exclusive relationship with someone tough enough to scare people off but not so dangerous that he needed rescuing or anything..."
"And needed someone to play the part, yes, I see. After that long on your couch I suppose he could be sure you wouldn't succumb to his charms. You really will do anything for a friend."
"It's not like it was difficult. I went over to his shop and ate muffins while women cooed at me. Twist my arm." It had been nice. Pleasant company without demands or expectations that it would turn into something else. Thomas had liked it to, I'm still pretty sure. Laughing, teasing women who knew they weren't going to bed with him and didn't mind. "Plus, the White Council and the White Court were both happier thinking we were using each other for sex than liking each other.
He let out a slow breath. "I can hardly criticize anything that's caused you to eat more."
"I eat enough" I said defensively. "And you can't criticize anyway. You want me to do the same thing, but more so." What was the big deal here? It's not like we were trying to trick anyone but his customers. It hadn't been aimed at John or anything. What did he care if I was really gay or not?
"And since you've acquiesced more readily than I expected, please excuse me. There are some other matters I need to see to." And that was that, apparently.
Before Hendricks followed him out the room, he silently pulled a book off the shelf and dropped it on the night stand. Oh, hey. Terry Pratchett. Awesome.
I closed my eyes and let my sense of John followed him out into the hall, down a flight of stairs, and a bit farther to settle in place. Probably in an office. It was a weird sensation, like this warm living He-Is-There mark pulsing lightly in time to a heartbeat not my own. Nearly a full day after the ritual and still here meant it was likely here for good, almost certainly if it lasted through tonight.
There had been no way to know what the aftereffects would be ahead of time, really. The ritual we used was a variation of one of those the-king-is-the-land kind of things, channeling the strength of the city through it's ruler to do what he wants. In this case, strengthen his champion. Emphasis on his. If Marcone hadn't been able to claim me as his subject, we'd have had to find a different method, and setting up that kind of delicate healing spell normally takes weeks of planning at best.
But this skipped past planning. Spells that work with these kinds of primal forces tend to be simple and powerful, based on willpower and intent instead of precise calculations. The trade off is that they're unpredictable as anything. Like when I'd made Demonreach my sanctum, and gotten intellectus as a shiny bonus prize. Viaggiatore, the guy who'd set up this spell, had taken care to warn me that we couldn't even be sure it would repair my spinal cord.
"You mean it might not work" I'd answered flatly. "I know that."
"That too, but what I meant was that that it could, say, boost your ability to cast purely mental and long distance spells. I understand that the rushed timing here is do to a rescue attempt of some kind. Focus on that, and trust Chicago and Baron Marcone to give you what you need for it. And if the results aren't what you expect, give us a moment to assess before you start panicking."
I snorted humorlessly. "Trust John Marcone? Have you met the man? He has ulterior motives for eating breakfast in the morning."
He'd looked at me thoughtfully. "Do you have reason to believe the Baron will betray you? He hadn't struck me as a man to break his word."
"I-He's a criminal, he's a snake. He's being trying to buy me since we met and he's finally got the right price. Just because he's better than any of my other options doesn't mean I can trust him."
"Mmm. If he intends you harm the spell simply won't go off. You will be neither healed nor bound. I've made clear to him that this relies in large part on a lord's sense of responsibility and care for those under his dominion. He didn't seem to regard it as an issue. It also relies on your willingness to accept his authority." He waited to see if I had a response to this. I didn't. "Trust is, by definition, a risk" he'd said slowly. "Always. It can, also, sometimes be a demand that others behave in a trustworthy manner, and few people are entirely immune to that. Even the most hardened traitors may do things they'd never considered for someone who knows what they are and trusts them anyway."
"I can't." I felt sick. Maybe I should try someone else. Mab wouldn't care if I trusted her. She probably think it was hilarious if I did.
"What good would it do him to betray you, even if he bound you first? You would in time find a way to betray him in turn, to his downfall if the rumors of you are true. He'd be a fool. Just try." He patted my arm; I could barely feel it through the numbness.
I didn't strain to watch him return to preparations. I was fighting nausea as I considered all the many people who had tried to enslave me over the years. The twisted wrongness I could recognize in everything Justin did by the end. Lea's blithe, alien reasoning that I'd be fine and happy if I accepted that she knew best. The vile monstrosity of Bianca and her court. The glittering, tempting seductions wielded by Lara and Maeve and Lash, promising everything if I gave up my soul. Mab and Nicodemus' certainty that they just had to wait before I handed myself over to be destroyed; so overwhelming that I couldn't fully convince myself they were wrong.
The natural, almost majestic danger that had once looked out at me through John's money-green eyes; without malice or contempt. He was a predator, but he killed cleanly, and not for sport. And I'd seen over and over again the fiercely possessive defense he'd leveled against threats to his territory, his people. He'd defend me and my daughter the same way. If I trusted him.
I'd lain in the damn cot, trying.
"...Yes? Wait, you actually thought-?" Huh. I hadn't thought we'd been all that convincing. There was a muffled noise from Hendricks that I couldn't interpret. John actually shot him a glare, which seemed uncalled for. Maybe they'd had a bet.
"You were living together. In a one bedroom apartment." He visibly recomposed himself.
"He slept on the couch! Okay, sometimes he stole the bed, but not while I was in it!"
"And you later began telling people you were lovers because...?"
"This is going to sound stupid." His expression said he had no doubt. "He was experimenting with celibacy. Which, for him, requires preemptively discouraging everyone he can. He was going to be around more straight women than gay guys, so he said he was only interested in men, and in an exclusive relationship with someone tough enough to scare people off but not so dangerous that he needed rescuing or anything..."
"And needed someone to play the part, yes, I see. After that long on your couch I suppose he could be sure you wouldn't succumb to his charms. You really will do anything for a friend."
"It's not like it was difficult. I went over to his shop and ate muffins while women cooed at me. Twist my arm." It had been nice. Pleasant company without demands or expectations that it would turn into something else. Thomas had liked it to, I'm still pretty sure. Laughing, teasing women who knew they weren't going to bed with him and didn't mind. "Plus, the White Council and the White Court were both happier thinking we were using each other for sex than liking each other.
He let out a slow breath. "I can hardly criticize anything that's caused you to eat more."
"I eat enough" I said defensively. "And you can't criticize anyway. You want me to do the same thing, but more so." What was the big deal here? It's not like we were trying to trick anyone but his customers. It hadn't been aimed at John or anything. What did he care if I was really gay or not?
"And since you've acquiesced more readily than I expected, please excuse me. There are some other matters I need to see to." And that was that, apparently.
Before Hendricks followed him out the room, he silently pulled a book off the shelf and dropped it on the night stand. Oh, hey. Terry Pratchett. Awesome.
I closed my eyes and let my sense of John followed him out into the hall, down a flight of stairs, and a bit farther to settle in place. Probably in an office. It was a weird sensation, like this warm living He-Is-There mark pulsing lightly in time to a heartbeat not my own. Nearly a full day after the ritual and still here meant it was likely here for good, almost certainly if it lasted through tonight.
There had been no way to know what the aftereffects would be ahead of time, really. The ritual we used was a variation of one of those the-king-is-the-land kind of things, channeling the strength of the city through it's ruler to do what he wants. In this case, strengthen his champion. Emphasis on his. If Marcone hadn't been able to claim me as his subject, we'd have had to find a different method, and setting up that kind of delicate healing spell normally takes weeks of planning at best.
But this skipped past planning. Spells that work with these kinds of primal forces tend to be simple and powerful, based on willpower and intent instead of precise calculations. The trade off is that they're unpredictable as anything. Like when I'd made Demonreach my sanctum, and gotten intellectus as a shiny bonus prize. Viaggiatore, the guy who'd set up this spell, had taken care to warn me that we couldn't even be sure it would repair my spinal cord.
"You mean it might not work" I'd answered flatly. "I know that."
"That too, but what I meant was that that it could, say, boost your ability to cast purely mental and long distance spells. I understand that the rushed timing here is do to a rescue attempt of some kind. Focus on that, and trust Chicago and Baron Marcone to give you what you need for it. And if the results aren't what you expect, give us a moment to assess before you start panicking."
I snorted humorlessly. "Trust John Marcone? Have you met the man? He has ulterior motives for eating breakfast in the morning."
He'd looked at me thoughtfully. "Do you have reason to believe the Baron will betray you? He hadn't struck me as a man to break his word."
"I-He's a criminal, he's a snake. He's being trying to buy me since we met and he's finally got the right price. Just because he's better than any of my other options doesn't mean I can trust him."
"Mmm. If he intends you harm the spell simply won't go off. You will be neither healed nor bound. I've made clear to him that this relies in large part on a lord's sense of responsibility and care for those under his dominion. He didn't seem to regard it as an issue. It also relies on your willingness to accept his authority." He waited to see if I had a response to this. I didn't. "Trust is, by definition, a risk" he'd said slowly. "Always. It can, also, sometimes be a demand that others behave in a trustworthy manner, and few people are entirely immune to that. Even the most hardened traitors may do things they'd never considered for someone who knows what they are and trusts them anyway."
"I can't." I felt sick. Maybe I should try someone else. Mab wouldn't care if I trusted her. She probably think it was hilarious if I did.
"What good would it do him to betray you, even if he bound you first? You would in time find a way to betray him in turn, to his downfall if the rumors of you are true. He'd be a fool. Just try." He patted my arm; I could barely feel it through the numbness.
I didn't strain to watch him return to preparations. I was fighting nausea as I considered all the many people who had tried to enslave me over the years. The twisted wrongness I could recognize in everything Justin did by the end. Lea's blithe, alien reasoning that I'd be fine and happy if I accepted that she knew best. The vile monstrosity of Bianca and her court. The glittering, tempting seductions wielded by Lara and Maeve and Lash, promising everything if I gave up my soul. Mab and Nicodemus' certainty that they just had to wait before I handed myself over to be destroyed; so overwhelming that I couldn't fully convince myself they were wrong.
The natural, almost majestic danger that had once looked out at me through John's money-green eyes; without malice or contempt. He was a predator, but he killed cleanly, and not for sport. And I'd seen over and over again the fiercely possessive defense he'd leveled against threats to his territory, his people. He'd defend me and my daughter the same way. If I trusted him.
I'd lain in the damn cot, trying.
:D
I'm glad you thought it was cute, in spite of my fluff-fail. :(
I'm calling it a win. Especially since it really is, unfortunately, in character for Molly.
I'm glad you thought it was cute, in spite of my fluff-fail. :(
I'm calling it a win. Especially since it really is, unfortunately, in character for Molly.
Great! I'm glad you enjoyed it, OP!
Hendricks, as has been stated, is not paid enough for this shit.
:)
Hendricks, as has been stated, is not paid enough for this shit.
:)
They are cute, aren't they? And helpful in the worst sort of way.
And if you do turn off Captcha, emmymod, I solemnly swear as a friendly spam-team member than any spammers who do turn up here will be taken out rapidly and with extreme prejudice.
That seems like the kind of thing Nicodemus would set up, trying to get some kind of artifact from Marcone. (Or is that too close to the plot of Death Masks?)
Akwaaaaard. The privacy setting is already set to nobody.
More pretty please? With whip cream on top~
I thought it turned back on automatically after a certain number of posts?
I have only had to do a captcha every once in awhile though...and didn't need one for this reply.
I have only had to do a captcha every once in awhile though...and didn't need one for this reply.
Well it is off when I'm not signed in. Is it off when oyur try to post now?
[shrugs] Dreamwidth confuses me greatly, so I have noooo idea honestly.
I know once a post in Livejournal gets past 5000 every comment, including signed in people, gets captcha.
I know once a post in Livejournal gets past 5000 every comment, including signed in people, gets captcha.
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