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Full-on cracky AU, please. I love this film! Maybe it's cliched, sappy and decidedly '90s, but it was the first time I'd ever seen/read a gay couple have a happy ending, and it's been a favourite ever since.
I see Harry as Megan and John as Graham, but feel free to switch things around.
I see Harry as Megan and John as Graham, but feel free to switch things around.
Ngh. There will be more soon. Yes, that was supposed to be a question but my brain said it should be a statement instead. *attempts to poke brain but there is nothing but mush*
CRACKY AU IT IS!!!!!! my first ideas inspired by this were for the former idea, but then I started thinking about the crackyness and now OMG I have to write it. And yeah, Harry as Megan and John as Graham and certain other characters showing up as other camp attendees and mweheheheheheh.
Now I just need to figure out a good older female character to pair Anastasia Luccio with in the role of the Older Lesbian Couple who lives nearby.
Now I just need to figure out a good older female character to pair Anastasia Luccio with in the role of the Older Lesbian Couple who lives nearby.
Harry, you are so very right. John should NOT be putting more clothes on. :)
I am still loving this. I'm sort of impatient, so I don't know if waiting for the next part is making it better or just making me savor the parts already posted more, because I keep going back to reread bits while waiting. :) Either way, I keep hoping for the next part to be soon - because, guh. I want to see how this works. I love Harry's sometimes-awkward little comments, that aren't really awkward because they're in his head.
Also, I had a serious "aw Harry" moment for a while there, With this response:
I threw my head back and laughed. I knew I was nothing near pretty, all unkempt uninviting angles and temper. “Only when I’m safely comatose.” I said.
Yes, Harry, you are pretty. Maybe not conventionally pretty, but still pretty. And cute. Maybe not baby-kitten!cute, but your own version of adorable. :)
-OP still loves you. Promise.
I am still loving this. I'm sort of impatient, so I don't know if waiting for the next part is making it better or just making me savor the parts already posted more, because I keep going back to reread bits while waiting. :) Either way, I keep hoping for the next part to be soon - because, guh. I want to see how this works. I love Harry's sometimes-awkward little comments, that aren't really awkward because they're in his head.
Also, I had a serious "aw Harry" moment for a while there, With this response:
I threw my head back and laughed. I knew I was nothing near pretty, all unkempt uninviting angles and temper. “Only when I’m safely comatose.” I said.
Yes, Harry, you are pretty. Maybe not conventionally pretty, but still pretty. And cute. Maybe not baby-kitten!cute, but your own version of adorable. :)
-OP still loves you. Promise.
Hopefully this was worth the wait.
After the third oral sex reference I had to ask myself, surely the wizard couldn’t be that oblivious. By now he had to know what he was doing to me.
Dresden had burst in to my office, dressed in Goodwill’s finest and showing off how casually acquainted he was with combs and razors, to vehemently, and vulgarly, attest to the necessity of burning down one of my warehouses. My own responses were limited to the bland, automatic remarks, that are quite effective at winding the man up farther, as the majority of my attention was invested in restraining my impulse to drag him around my desk, force him to his knees, and show him a better use for his mouth.
Hendricks knew I was barely paying attention to what was being said. He would fill me in on any important details later. For now he seemed content with simply looking on both of us in disapproval.
Dresden had been describing how one of the creatures tried to eat through the outer wall when I interrupted his narrative to ask if it had been the one that looked like a clump of kelp or the one that more closely resembled a walking coral reef. My entirely innocent question was answered with a “fuck you, scumbag,” which made two for this particular visit. Juvenile, but I do enjoy provoking that reaction from him.
Mister Hendricks caught my attention, indicating that a call had come in. I signaled him to take care of it, trusting his judgment on most matters.
He left, somewhat reluctantly, to insure both the privacy of the call and the survival of the phone. Dresden is naturally inclined towards curiosity and his magic tends to be distressing towards electronics, particularly mine.
Dresden watched Hendricks leave with an oddly intent expression. After staring at the closed door for a moment he turned back to face me. “So how much longer do you want to dance around this?”
The change in topic caught me momentarily off guard. “To what are you referring, Mister Dresden?”
He rolled his eyes as if I was the one being deliberately cryptic, then crossed the room to sit on the corner of my desk. It took more effort than I like to focus on his face rather than the leg brushing against mine. His eyes searched my face briefly before he seemed to realize that I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. He seemed disappointed, shaking his head. “I’m talking about this,” he motioned between us. “I call you a criminal scumbag, you call me a juvenile pyromaniac. We each try to one-up and piss each other off . It’s been fun, but the foreplay is getting old.”
Remarkable that he would be the one to have a clearer understanding of our relationship than my own. He further demonstrated by leaning in closer to me than most people are permitted. “So are we gonna do this or what?”
I could not have gotten as far as I had without learning to recognize an opportunity. I grabbed Dresden by his too-long hair and pulled him down for a kiss. He made a contented noise against my lips and slid from the desk to my lap. He held the back of my neck as he tried to take control. My hands gripped his hips as I allowed him to take over.
The kiss became deeper, wetter. His hands roamed and my tie disappeared. My hands were up his tee shirt and splayed across his firm, flat stomach. There were smooth lines of scar tissue under my fingertips. I wanted to see them. I wanted to trace every scar on his body with eyes, fingers and tongue. I wanted to spread Harry out across my desk, take him apart slowly, then put him back together.
I wanted him to put his mouth back were it was and do that again.
Unfortunately, just as I was deciding on a course of action beyond maul the man on my lap, I heard the soft click of the door opening. Mister Hendricks blocked the view of the office from the hallway as he entered, glaring in reproach.
Harry looked up at the sound of the door closing. “Ah, oops?”
Hendricks ignored Harry’s attempt at wit. “Meeting in fifteen, Boss.”
“Thank you. I’ll be out in a moment.”
He gave both of us one last glare before nodding curtly and steeping back out. It was going to be one of those days.
Harry stood and straightened his clothes while I retied my tie. “So, he looked pissed. I’m not going to have to start worrying about my break lines getting cut, am I?”
Privately, I thought his break lines were the least of his concerns with that car. “You needn’t worry. He will likely be directing the majority of his ire at me.”
That had earned me a small grin. “Sorry to get you put in the dog house.” He was not in the least sorry.
“He will get over it,“ I said with a shrug, not adding out loud that an apology and bribe might be required.
Harry leaned back down for another brief kiss. “See you later?” He asked in a whisper, sounding almost shy.
I pulled him close, his stubble catching intriguingly across my palm. “I should be home around ten tonight. Someone will let you in if you arrive before me.” One last kiss and I walked to the door. “And Harry?” I called over my shoulder. “Don’t shave.”
After the third oral sex reference I had to ask myself, surely the wizard couldn’t be that oblivious. By now he had to know what he was doing to me.
Dresden had burst in to my office, dressed in Goodwill’s finest and showing off how casually acquainted he was with combs and razors, to vehemently, and vulgarly, attest to the necessity of burning down one of my warehouses. My own responses were limited to the bland, automatic remarks, that are quite effective at winding the man up farther, as the majority of my attention was invested in restraining my impulse to drag him around my desk, force him to his knees, and show him a better use for his mouth.
Hendricks knew I was barely paying attention to what was being said. He would fill me in on any important details later. For now he seemed content with simply looking on both of us in disapproval.
Dresden had been describing how one of the creatures tried to eat through the outer wall when I interrupted his narrative to ask if it had been the one that looked like a clump of kelp or the one that more closely resembled a walking coral reef. My entirely innocent question was answered with a “fuck you, scumbag,” which made two for this particular visit. Juvenile, but I do enjoy provoking that reaction from him.
Mister Hendricks caught my attention, indicating that a call had come in. I signaled him to take care of it, trusting his judgment on most matters.
He left, somewhat reluctantly, to insure both the privacy of the call and the survival of the phone. Dresden is naturally inclined towards curiosity and his magic tends to be distressing towards electronics, particularly mine.
Dresden watched Hendricks leave with an oddly intent expression. After staring at the closed door for a moment he turned back to face me. “So how much longer do you want to dance around this?”
The change in topic caught me momentarily off guard. “To what are you referring, Mister Dresden?”
He rolled his eyes as if I was the one being deliberately cryptic, then crossed the room to sit on the corner of my desk. It took more effort than I like to focus on his face rather than the leg brushing against mine. His eyes searched my face briefly before he seemed to realize that I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. He seemed disappointed, shaking his head. “I’m talking about this,” he motioned between us. “I call you a criminal scumbag, you call me a juvenile pyromaniac. We each try to one-up and piss each other off . It’s been fun, but the foreplay is getting old.”
Remarkable that he would be the one to have a clearer understanding of our relationship than my own. He further demonstrated by leaning in closer to me than most people are permitted. “So are we gonna do this or what?”
I could not have gotten as far as I had without learning to recognize an opportunity. I grabbed Dresden by his too-long hair and pulled him down for a kiss. He made a contented noise against my lips and slid from the desk to my lap. He held the back of my neck as he tried to take control. My hands gripped his hips as I allowed him to take over.
The kiss became deeper, wetter. His hands roamed and my tie disappeared. My hands were up his tee shirt and splayed across his firm, flat stomach. There were smooth lines of scar tissue under my fingertips. I wanted to see them. I wanted to trace every scar on his body with eyes, fingers and tongue. I wanted to spread Harry out across my desk, take him apart slowly, then put him back together.
I wanted him to put his mouth back were it was and do that again.
Unfortunately, just as I was deciding on a course of action beyond maul the man on my lap, I heard the soft click of the door opening. Mister Hendricks blocked the view of the office from the hallway as he entered, glaring in reproach.
Harry looked up at the sound of the door closing. “Ah, oops?”
Hendricks ignored Harry’s attempt at wit. “Meeting in fifteen, Boss.”
“Thank you. I’ll be out in a moment.”
He gave both of us one last glare before nodding curtly and steeping back out. It was going to be one of those days.
Harry stood and straightened his clothes while I retied my tie. “So, he looked pissed. I’m not going to have to start worrying about my break lines getting cut, am I?”
Privately, I thought his break lines were the least of his concerns with that car. “You needn’t worry. He will likely be directing the majority of his ire at me.”
That had earned me a small grin. “Sorry to get you put in the dog house.” He was not in the least sorry.
“He will get over it,“ I said with a shrug, not adding out loud that an apology and bribe might be required.
Harry leaned back down for another brief kiss. “See you later?” He asked in a whisper, sounding almost shy.
I pulled him close, his stubble catching intriguingly across my palm. “I should be home around ten tonight. Someone will let you in if you arrive before me.” One last kiss and I walked to the door. “And Harry?” I called over my shoulder. “Don’t shave.”
I think I was the OP on this one - and I can't believe I haven't commented yet! Whether I am or not, this was still a wonderful fill. :)
It was really unexpected that Harry found his way to Listens-to-Wind, but at the same time, it made a sort of wonderful sense. And seeing Harry so caught up in his mother, exploring the maps she left and feeling her - wanting her - panicking when he thinks he's lost her -
It was wonderful.
And then there was the sexytimes. I am all for the sexytimes. :) Eb would TOTALLY freak if he found out, but I can also (sort of) see Listens-to-Wind's reasons, at least I can guess at them from as much as I know about him. It was wonderful. And yes, there were a few moments where I wanted to give Harry a hug, but Listens-to-Wind made up for it. :)
Thanks very much! It was wonderful!
It was really unexpected that Harry found his way to Listens-to-Wind, but at the same time, it made a sort of wonderful sense. And seeing Harry so caught up in his mother, exploring the maps she left and feeling her - wanting her - panicking when he thinks he's lost her -
It was wonderful.
And then there was the sexytimes. I am all for the sexytimes. :) Eb would TOTALLY freak if he found out, but I can also (sort of) see Listens-to-Wind's reasons, at least I can guess at them from as much as I know about him. It was wonderful. And yes, there were a few moments where I wanted to give Harry a hug, but Listens-to-Wind made up for it. :)
Thanks very much! It was wonderful!
... Oh Harry. I always kinda hoped he'd be happier in a non-magical AU but without the magic to give him confidence... Oh Harry.
Yay! Thanks for filling my prompt. I thought no one would ever pick it up. :D
I like what you did with the characters. I can't wait to read what you come up with next.
And Harry really needs to be taken care of doesn't he?
I like what you did with the characters. I can't wait to read what you come up with next.
And Harry really needs to be taken care of doesn't he?
The undercurrents are creepy and the fic as a whole is AMAZING. I really loved it, great job!
Oh man. A Dresden Files version of No Man's Land, anyone? HOW EPIC WOULD THAT BE.
One week (or so) after the wizard Harry Dresden's funeral, Marcone comes in to find a package waiting for him. Contents: one human skull, snark included.
Subconscious!Harry IS the actual/dominant personality. Describe his and John's first meeting in the car (and anything that might come after :D).
Harry gives someone his Name. I'd prefer it if it were Marcone, but mostly I'm interested in what sort of situation would demand this to happen.
Ooooooh. Seconded, anon!
Such a good movie! I whole heatedly third this prompt especially if filled using No Man's Land. :)
Dresden Files/My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic Crossover
(Anonymous) 2011-03-24 04:19 am (UTC)(link)Look, these two universes have more in common than you might think. Unpredictable ancient magic! Monsters! A populace that tends not to believe in either until bad stuff attacks! Evil magical princesses!
Clearly Harry or some other Dresden Files character needs to turn up in Equestria. Or Twilight Sparkle (Yes, I know, the name, whatever, she's awesome) needs to end up in Chicago.
No, really, hear me out. I am not trolling you, I am totally serious about this. The pilot involves immortal God Queen ponies and a loner magic using heroine who no one will believe until it is almost too late!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqgsXkmQ6ZI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxBMnjlqHYQ
Unironic love of MLP:FIM brought the 4chan mods to their metaphorical knees! NO REALLY.
http://www.journalfen.net/community/fandom_wank/1270917.html
Even forty-something professional comics geeks have fallen weirdly in love with it. http://www.comicsalliance.com/2011/02/11/ask-chris-45-my-little-pony-meets-the-justice-league/
Clearly Harry or some other Dresden Files character needs to turn up in Equestria. Or Twilight Sparkle (Yes, I know, the name, whatever, she's awesome) needs to end up in Chicago.
No, really, hear me out. I am not trolling you, I am totally serious about this. The pilot involves immortal God Queen ponies and a loner magic using heroine who no one will believe until it is almost too late!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqgsXkmQ6ZI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxBMnjlqHYQ
Unironic love of MLP:FIM brought the 4chan mods to their metaphorical knees! NO REALLY.
http://www.journalfen.net/community/fandom_wank/1270917.html
Even forty-something professional comics geeks have fallen weirdly in love with it. http://www.comicsalliance.com/2011/02/11/ask-chris-45-my-little-pony-meets-the-justice-league/
So Mr. Butcher's kindly given us this great big world to play with. Why don't we? Expand on things mentioned/hinted at/unexplained in the Dresdenverse. Examples:
Harry before arriving in Chicago. His years with McCoy, or meeting Justin or Bob, or making the deal with Lea.
The Venatori Ubrorum, and their work.
Marcone first hearing about magic, or about a certain wizardly P.I. moseying about his city.
Vaderrung approaching Marcone about contracting Monoc's services.
Michael taking up Amorracchius, or meeting Harry.
Gatekeeper's confrontation with Demonreach.
Susan after she left Chicago, and meeting the Order of St. Giles.
Ebenezar's Colony Drop.
Thomas attending beauty school.
Nicodemus' past.
The Jade Court.
Or whatever else you can think of! Gen, het, slash, a great big kabillion-way orgy, whatever works.
Harry before arriving in Chicago. His years with McCoy, or meeting Justin or Bob, or making the deal with Lea.
The Venatori Ubrorum, and their work.
Marcone first hearing about magic, or about a certain wizardly P.I. moseying about his city.
Vaderrung approaching Marcone about contracting Monoc's services.
Michael taking up Amorracchius, or meeting Harry.
Gatekeeper's confrontation with Demonreach.
Susan after she left Chicago, and meeting the Order of St. Giles.
Ebenezar's Colony Drop.
Thomas attending beauty school.
Nicodemus' past.
The Jade Court.
Or whatever else you can think of! Gen, het, slash, a great big kabillion-way orgy, whatever works.
What movie is this? I was thinking of the Batman arc...
(wiki wiki)
Huh. This works too. This works well. I approve of how you think, fellow anon. Now to wait for someone to actually write this...
(wiki wiki)
Huh. This works too. This works well. I approve of how you think, fellow anon. Now to wait for someone to actually write this...
...and Harry's penchant for naming folks strikes again. <-- anon is totally missing the point of the fic
But seriously, excellent start. F5ing vigorously.
But seriously, excellent start. F5ing vigorously.
Re: Dresden Files/My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic Crossover
(Anonymous) 2011-03-24 05:06 am (UTC)(link)*facepalm*
I have started one of these (as I mentioned on the f_w post), and am still working on it, but please don't let that stop anyone else from doing it. The plot keeps getting out of hand in mine.
Am still convinced that Twilight Sparkle is basically Harry Dresden, right down to learning a new lesson about how friendship is important at the end of every adventure. :D
I have started one of these (as I mentioned on the f_w post), and am still working on it, but please don't let that stop anyone else from doing it. The plot keeps getting out of hand in mine.
Am still convinced that Twilight Sparkle is basically Harry Dresden, right down to learning a new lesson about how friendship is important at the end of every adventure. :D
Also, her dick was bigger than Marcone’s.
Oh, Harry. Of course you'd think about that. And of course Marcone would know what you're thinking about.
And everything else about this fic is WIN.
Oh, Harry. Of course you'd think about that. And of course Marcone would know what you're thinking about.
And everything else about this fic is WIN.
So. This prompt does what it says on the tin: high school marching band AU, no magic.
I want this for two reasons: 1) to see what everyone plays and 2) so Harry and Marcone can grope each other on the band bus/ have ridiculously homoerotic rivalry. (Maybe it's like Drumline, and Harry is the prodigy who can't read sheet music while Marcone is the hardass, plays-by-the-rules section leader.)
Alternately, you don't have to do any pairings. Just run with it, anons. The more hardcore band-geeky details you throw in, the more I will fawn over you.
Surely somebody else on the meme was in marching band? Anyone? Bueller?
I want this for two reasons: 1) to see what everyone plays and 2) so Harry and Marcone can grope each other on the band bus/ have ridiculously homoerotic rivalry. (Maybe it's like Drumline, and Harry is the prodigy who can't read sheet music while Marcone is the hardass, plays-by-the-rules section leader.)
Alternately, you don't have to do any pairings. Just run with it, anons. The more hardcore band-geeky details you throw in, the more I will fawn over you.
Surely somebody else on the meme was in marching band? Anyone? Bueller?
Waiting = totally worth it.
Oh, Harry. I just wanna bundle you up and toss cocoa and puppies your way. You need warm fuzzies like RIGHT NOW.
Oh, Harry. I just wanna bundle you up and toss cocoa and puppies your way. You need warm fuzzies like RIGHT NOW.
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