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Re: Fill: Fortuitus Familia 7/?
Date: 2011-03-22 08:44 pm (UTC)Love!
Re: Fill: 10/? scrappy!Harry prompt
Date: 2011-03-22 08:47 pm (UTC)I will work on it!
Re: Fill: Fortuitus Familia 7/?
Date: 2011-03-22 09:03 pm (UTC)also breaking people are fun! ...okay, not always, but sometimes!Dammit, lady! Tell her before it comes back and BIT you in the ass.
*eats popcorn*
Re: AU to Changes FILL 8/?
Date: 2011-03-22 10:07 pm (UTC)"Hey" I said softly. "Good to see you."
Maggie didn't respond, letting Mouse draw her towards me only a little further before dragging them to a halt. My view of her was almost entirely blocked, but the top of her head was neatly braided, and her feet were in fluffy pink slippers. She peeked out at me silently from behind her protector, and I tried to think of what to do. Mouse's patiently sympathetic look wasn't much to go on.
"Are you..." She wasn't all right. How could she be? The family that had raised here were dead, she'd spent days in the hands of monsters, and now she was alone with strangers, in a strange place. The maid, Stephanie, had told me that she'd wound up sleeping under her bed and hadn't yet spoken a word. At least she liked Mouse. "...hungry?" I finished lamely. I made a gesture toward the tray of fruit and sandwiches next to my bed.
No response.
"I like your slippers." Damn, damn. Most beginning parents probably had as little idea what they were doing as I did, but the kids were to young to be able to tell. And came with more warning. And hadn't been horribly traumatized. I'd never even babysat.
We could have sent her somewhere else, but where? By the end of that fight, the combatants had included Marcone's mercenaries, who were basically hired killers; the Gray Council, whose identities I didn't know; and their allies, who I knew nothing about. Also Vadderung, who had to have his own agenda, no matter how benign he'd seemed. Any of them could have overheard the monologuing that Martin and the Red King had been doing. And the Red's had never had any real reason to keep her identity secret. They could have told anyone.
The Black Council had been up to their necks in this. There was no way they didn't know. And hell, every magic user in the world knew something big had gone down. The more powerful half would find out it was a bloodline curse gone wrong, and would wonder who the intended target had been. My desperate search for help hadn't been very subtle, and they'd draw the correct conclusions easily.
Before, Maggie's greatest defense had been that no one was looking for her. Now that was gone.
So our choices had been to hold her close and make clear that anyone who touched here would suffer the same fate as the Reds, or to give her away and hope whoever we sent her to could do a better job protecting her than the last people who weren't us had done. Or at least that they died less painfully. It hadn't really been a choice.
Susan was right that it would be a life under siege, but Marcone had a big castle with a defending army and everything. It was the best we could do.
My eyes had drifted closed for a moment; God I was so tired. I forced them back open to find that she'd moved slightly closer, and then I had a brainstorm.
"Hey, there's someone I want you to meet. I think you'll like him. Could you open the window?" She didn't, but let go of Mouse so he could. A few minutes later Toot-toot was there.
He was loudly ecstatic to meet her. She might have been better than pizza, although the grilled cheese sandwich she was coaxed into offering him certainly didn't hurt. Maggie, in return, stared with wide eyed astonishment at the pixie calling her 'My Lady' and swearing to protect her with his life. Before long the room held a whole swirling cloud of lights and tiny little fairies, and she was turning in circles trying to take them all in. The world she was in now wasn't all bad.
Anyone who says making your child a fairy princess is cheating, as a parenting technique, doesn't have to deal with vampires as well.
She was actually letting out a occasional very small giggle, and when the wee folk left and she slumped in exhaustion, she climbed up on the bed and curled up next to me the way she had last night. I could do this. I could.
Mouse shut the window and padded over to lie across the doorway protectively. Maggie and I both fell asleep.
When I woke up there was no light coming in the windows, and John was pulling pulling a chair up to my bed. He spoke softly to avoid waking her up.
"We're looking for a child psychologist with both trauma and magical experience. If we can't find one in the next few days, we'll find someone who knows trauma and give her magical experience."
I was distantly shocked. You didn't do that, you didn't make people believe what they'd always ignored- but if she needed it... I'd done a hell of a lot worse for her.
"Will it help?" From the nightmare stories of Charity and others I knew, she'd be better off without. They hadn't been able to prove the magic though.
"It should. She's been hurt, and needs someone who knows how to deal with that." He paused. "You've been hurt too."
"I'm fine." I answered automatically, falling back asleep.
Re: AU to Changes FILL 8/?
Date: 2011-03-22 10:19 pm (UTC)Re: AU to Changes FILL 8/?
Date: 2011-03-22 10:20 pm (UTC)Re: AU to Changes FILL 8/?
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Date: 2011-03-22 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-22 10:54 pm (UTC)Re: classic slash cliches
Date: 2011-03-22 11:41 pm (UTC)Filled 7/?
Date: 2011-03-22 11:45 pm (UTC)“Shoes?” Hendricks repeated, kissing along my jaw and down my neck.
“On the sofa.”
Hendricks huffed his amusement into the hollow of my throat. “Right. I guarantee he won’t notice tonight.” But I heard him toeing his shoes off onto the carpet anyway.
I grinned, and started on the top buttons of his shirt. I felt his broad hand travel down across the curve of my ass, coming to rest just above my thigh. ”Hey... Hendricks? You done this before?”
“Been with guys before. Not two at a time.” Right. So, not only had John missed Hendricks’ whole torch carrying routine, he’d missed the going out and dating men thing. It took me by surprise, but I guess if anyone knew how to stay under John’s radar, it’d be Hendricks. “My question,” he said, and started tugging my t-shirt up my back determinedly. “Your first time. With Johnny.”
I sat up briefly to lose the t-shirt, before returning to his buttons. “Got a little out of hand,” I confessed. “Broke a bookshelf. And. Uh. A wall.”
“Yeah. Guessed that was you. You take things easier sometimes?”
I knew a request when I heard one, and I ducked my head to his chest, kissing the exposed skin there before working the last button open one handed. “Whatever you want,” I promised, and that’s when the door clicked open.
I took my weight on my arms, holding myself above Hendricks slightly instead of sprawling across him so I had a clear view of John in the doorway. I met his dark gaze. “I take it we’re skipping dinner then?” John asked, tone deceptively light. Hendricks squeezed my ass, and I don’t think it was the hey nice handful kind of squeeze, it was more like an oh, I’m groping Johnny’s boyfriend on his couch and now here he is kind of squeeze. I bobbed back down and landed a kiss on his brow.
“What’s wrong with working up an appetite?” I asked with a smile.
“Nothing,” John said. “I’d planned on a shower, I trust you two are happy keeping one another company?” Yeah, we were, but those words were a bit too Gentlemanly for my peace of mind, so I rearranged myself to get a better look at John, long legs folded underneath me a I knelt, straddling Hendricks’ waist. “Sure. But I want my kiss hello first.”
John made his way over and bent slightly to kiss me, and then he dropped smoothly into a crouch, bringing himself level with Hendricks who had taken up a tight grip on my thighs. John looked him in the eyes, in the way I couldn’t, and then took a breath. “I won’t hurt you,” he said.
“That a promise, Johnny?” Hendricks voice was low, quiet. He didn’t drop John’s gaze.
“A rule. A thing I will not permit.”
Hendricks nodded. “Good. Because I won’t let you.” And then Hendricks surged forwards, making me wobble, and caught John with one large hand round the back of his neck. Hendricks pulled John forward with the kind of controlled force he hadn’t sprung on me, and John tumbled out of his crouch and onto his knees, catching himself on the arm of the sofa before he could drop onto Hendricks. “Ngh,” I said, suddenly smitten by a slew of images illustrating exactly how I wanted to see Hendricks use his strength, and all the desperate little noises I wanted to hear John make. Watching John get pulled into a deep, relentless kiss had me biting down on some noises of my own until Hendricks let John up for air.
“Go clean up then,” Hendricks told John, who looked like he’d rather stay where he was or find out if you could cram three people onto an already full couch. “I’ll keep Harry warm for you.”
Re: Filled 7/?
Date: 2011-03-22 11:56 pm (UTC)Re: Filled 7/?
Date: 2011-03-22 11:59 pm (UTC)That's all I got. What do you want from me?
Re: Filled 7/?
Date: 2011-03-23 12:06 am (UTC)Re: Filled 7/?
Date: 2011-03-23 12:52 am (UTC)We're sorry. This number was attempting to leave a meaningful comment, but all circuits are currently busy due to extreme overload. Please be patient with this author-inflicted temporary service interruption.
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Re: Filled 7/?
Date: 2011-03-23 01:04 am (UTC)...wow.
I have so much love for you right now, I cannot put it into words.
More please, while I set auto-refresh and can't get it to refresh fast enough...
-The OP who Loves You Very Much
My (not so) Imaginary Friend (2/?)
Date: 2011-03-23 01:32 am (UTC)My dreams were never peaceful. Most of them were full of blazing flames, rage and helplessness. Some of them were shrouded in darkness with the smell of stale blood and despair. And only very rarely I dreamt of hands shielding me and fingers gently stroking my hair.
I never told Ebenezar McCoy about Johnny. I knew he would not for a second think it was something as innocent as an imaginary friend and was afraid that he’d try to persuade me to get rid of this connection. Or worse yet, that he’d do something about it without even asking me first. And the prospect of losing the last remaining constant of my life terrified me much more than even the White Council’s wrath.
Still, I didn’t make the decision to keep this secret blindly. After realizing that John was as real as myself I’ve thought long and hard about the possibilities. At first I imagined that he was some sort of Fae – I guess it appealed to some deep-hidden fairytale-loving part of me. But realistically there was no reason for any magical creature to maintain the link between our minds for so long. If they wanted to make a pact with me (and this was another notion fraught with disturbing memories) it would have been far easier to make a little kid promise them whatever they desired. There is, after all, no concept of legal age in the Nevernever.
That same argument equally applied to warlocks so I was left with the only other option – that Johnny was a plain mortal connected to me by a strange twist of fate. There could be no harm in communicating with him especially while he didn’t know anything about me except my given name. (I ignored the fact that he knew about me almost as much as I did myself because there was no way he could get close enough to me to use that knowledge).
Johnny didn’t like Eb. There was a couple of months before he first started showing his displeasure with my new mentor but it just snowballed from there.
“Why isn’t he teaching you magic?” he asked once during our late night conversations.
“You know, it’s a strange question coming from you,” I muttered. “You don’t even believe in magic.”
“Of course I believe in magic! It is preferable to thinking that the voice I’ve been hearing in my head for the last decade is only a figment of my imagination and I desperately need a mental specialist.” I snickered quietly. “So why isn’t he teaching you?”
“He said I’ve been taught more than enough over the last years,” I answered after a brief pause. “I need to slow down, find my center and ground myself.”
“Bullshit!” he barked. “He’s punishing you.”
“What?”
“He’s locked you in some hellhole, Missouri, away from anything and anyone remotely familiar and took away the only thing that can still bring you joy.” I wanted to ask him to drop the drama but his words hit too close to home. “What is it if not a punishment?”
“Don’t I deserve it though?” I whispered. “I killed Justin.”
“You killed a man who tried to enslave you.”
“I still killed him.”
“Would it have been better if you let him bind you to his will?” John asked angrily. “What do you think he intended to use you for? I you’ve become his mindless tool there would have been more blood on your hands, blood of the innocents whose only crime was standing in Justin’s way.”
“I could have…” I hesitated for a moment.
“Don’t you dare complete that sentence!” I couldn’t see why he was so enraged. Sometimes I truly felt that dying that day would have been much easier than living with the consequences. “This is exactly what your White Council wants you to believe. You must not defend yourself against our control, you should just roll over and bare your neck. Justin needed to be stopped. Maybe your primary reason for killing him was selfish in your eyes, but in the long run you’ve saved a lot of lives besides your own. Maybe you’ve even saved me that day.”
I tried to smile though there was no way Johnny could see me.
“I feel awful,” I confessed loosing the battle with my emotions and burying my head in the pillow to muffle my sobs.
“Doing the right thing is not always the same as doing the good thing. But I don’t want you to feel that your life was not worth saving, Harry. I never want you to feel guilty for protecting yourself.” My tears burned gathering under the eyelids and escaping into the pillow. “I’m sorry I can’t help you, Harry,” he whispered regretfully and went silent. I wanted to say that his lingering presence beside was already helping but I just couldn’t gather the strength.
“What the hell is he teaching you?!” Apparently, lifting the ban on all things magical didn’t improve John’s attitude towards Eb in the slightest. “Who the fuck invented these Laws of Magic and what were they smoking?”
The last time I’ve heard Johnny cursing was during my trial so I was I bit taken aback by this extreme reaction.
“Why?” I asked tentatively. “They sound perfectly right to me.”
“Oh, and I thought our legal system was fucked up,” he plowed right over my question. “You shall not kill with magic! Is that why they’ve almost executed you?”
“It’s true!” I said forcefully. “I should not have killed him with magic. It’s a power meant for creation, to take a life with it is just… wrong!”
“I thought they tried you for murder,” again, he made no sign that he heard me. “But it was actually only for the weapon you used.”
“What’s your problem, John?” I exploded. “The man is dead by my hand!”
“Yes. But what is better, killing him with magical fire or going into his bedroom and strangling him with a pillow?”
“What kind of question is that?” I sputtered.
“It’s a legitimate question in the eyes of your Council,” Johnny countered. “In fact, they think that while the former is punishable by death the latter is perfectly fine.”
“You’re absurd.”
“Me? I just repeat what you’ve told me, but in simpler words. The Law of Magic states that you should not feel guilty for killing Justin, only for the method you’ve used in doing it.”
I had nothing to answer. Somehow this little truth was lost among all the explanations Ebenezar gave me on the subject.
“If magic was only meant to do good it would have been physically impossible to use it for murder,” John said into the silence, his voice now quiet and contemplative.
“You can’t know that!” More than anything I felt confused by the fact that the arguments that sounded so solid only couple of hours ago were now crumbling to dust. “You don’t know what magic is.”
“But I know logic. And I know a great deal about politics. Do you know what I hear when you recount the Laws of Magic? You shall not gain enough power to overthrow the White Council.”
I… I simply didn’t want to contemplate this. I didn’t want to think that everything I learned was a lie.
“Harry,” John’s voice was gentle and soothing, and I relaxed into it despite the fact that it was he who caused all the previous tension. “You need to understand. I’m not saying you’re wrong to grieve or feel guilty. But you must rely on your own moral compass and not on these dogmas the White Council created to safeguard themselves. You are not a criminal, and I know you are not capable of doing anything truly wrong.”
“How can you know that?” I muttered weakly.
“Because you are the voice in my head.” And that simple yet loaded answer inexplicably made me feel better.
Over the next year we had a lot of arguments along the same lines. Usually I objected but it was half-hearted at best because in my heart of hearts I agreed with Johnny.
Though Ebenezar McCoy was my official mentor, the voice in my head taught me a lot of more important lessons.
You must not believe in anything blindly.
You must measure everything against you own set of values.
Sometimes you must put yourself first.
Although these rules were useful and I intended to follow them there was one more underlying message I cherished most of all.
No matter what you do you’ll still have me to turn to.
Re: AU to Changes FILL 8/?
Date: 2011-03-23 01:36 am (UTC)I love Harry's realization that it would be a life under siege, but Marcone was uniquely prepared to deal with that.
Re: My (not so) Imaginary Friend (2/?)
Date: 2011-03-23 01:45 am (UTC)more invites
Date: 2011-03-23 01:55 am (UTC)Here's a few fresh ones:
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2. FC9VMB74N4S4CAAAKJ2G
3. 38XV275QY8WMCAAAKJ2H
Re: My (not so) Imaginary Friend (2/?)
Date: 2011-03-23 02:18 am (UTC)This is awesome. :edge of seat:
Re: Pern crossover: Queens High (5/5)
Date: 2011-03-23 02:34 am (UTC)More so since if all the players are who I think they are, H'ry is now the Weir Leader of Denari.
*sporfles*
Oh, that isn't a disaster in the making at all.....
Fill 2/?
Date: 2011-03-23 02:37 am (UTC)*
“I am going to suck your cock,” Marcone said, undoing the last button on his shirt. “I’m going to make you come in my mouth and then you’re going to fuck me, the way you do with the strap-on.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Harry breathily, reaching down to stroke her dick.
Here was yet another oddity. In some ways, being aroused felt the same, as if those sensations had been poured into a different shape, but it hurt Harry’s brain when she tried to pinpoint and describe the changes. She did miss the feeling of being wet, but this was kind of awesome. Also, her dick was bigger than Marcone’s.
Harry smirked to herself. John shot her a look that suggested he knew exactly what she was thinking. He was naked now, and breathing heavily.
“C’mere,” she said, waving her hand at him.
He got on the bed and crawled up over her, kissing her mouth and throat, their stubble rasping. (Harry hadn’t taken to shaving her face any better than she had to shaving her legs.) Then he slithered back down, took hold of her cock, and wrapped his mouth around the head of it.
“Oh,” said Harry. “That’s—ah. Different.” Marcone had sucked her strap-on before, but feeling his mouth now was something else. The sight of him with his mouth on her like that, watching, weighing her reactions—she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
He slid down a little further, and Harry’s hips jerked up. “Oops,” she mumbled. “I, uh, I kinda think that might happen a lot. You might want to hold me down. Gah.”
Marcone took her suggestion, pressing a forearm across her newly narrow hips, and went to work.
Harry was as loud as ever, moaning and swearing, whimpering when Marcone’s fingers teased at her perineum and asshole, nearly screaming when Marcone deep-throated her. He pushed, nearly choking himself on her splendid dick, sucked and licked and swallowed around her until she came in his mouth, giant hands curved around his head.
John swallowed and sat up, fiercely pleased. It hadn’t taken very long, and Harry looked wrecked.
“Hell’s bells, John,” she mumbled. “I… nngh. You. Is that how it feels when I blow you? S’ good. I want to do that again. I wanna fuck your mouth.” Then her face fell. “Goddammit, I have a refractory period now. No more multiple orgasms for me.”
“I’m sure your wizardly stamina will ensure you don’t have to wait very long,” said Marcone. It took a lot of work to exhaust her, normally, and he loved to fuck her and eat her out until she couldn’t come any more. Apparently it wouldn’t take nearly as much now. A pity.
This might take a while
Date: 2011-03-23 03:02 am (UTC)Harry uses magic/a potion/insert thingum here to keep John hard so Harry can ride him/get fucked as much as he wants. Marathon sex, basically, with John slowly going to pieces and Harry being confident and awesome and getting what he wants as long as he wants.
And hey, if it's girl!Harry? I would also subscribe to that newsletter.