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Date: 2011-03-24 07:38 pm (UTC)Re: But I'm a Wizard FILL 2/?
Date: 2011-03-24 07:39 pm (UTC)Re: Inspired by a previous prompt --
Date: 2011-03-24 07:47 pm (UTC)(was the other tagore prompter)
Re: Fill: Fortuitus Familia 9/?
Date: 2011-03-24 07:52 pm (UTC)This one had me all over the place. I started off laughing and now I feel like everyone needs extra squishy hugs to make it all better.
Re: Inspired by a previous prompt --
Date: 2011-03-24 08:08 pm (UTC)This one, though, out of the Fruit-Gathering collection, is the one I keep going back to over and over again.
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Date: 2011-03-24 09:14 pm (UTC)Charity! /plays ominous music/ The Talk!
Harry should quit doing magic for a while, it seems like it's not really good for her...but tell her that after the loss of caffeine and she might set the mansion on fire.
Gods, Murphy, was that some sort of plot trying to make Harry see Marcone's darker side? Because Harry might be dumb, but not the sort of dumb to be with a guy for some time and have a kid with him and still have a possibility that she might not really understand things. But still...
oh wait. that last sentence. /is shot by canon/
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Date: 2011-03-24 10:57 pm (UTC)“You bet.” I licked my lips at him cheerfully. “Mmmmm mmmm.”
John huffed a laugh. “I’m sure Nathan will appreciate your enthusiasm.”
I blinked. Shouldn't we work through three people before adding a four- oh. “Hey! You have a first name!” I said, pointing up at Hendricks.
“Most people do,” he smiled down at me.
“Naaaaaathan,” I said, trying it on him. “Nathanial. Nat. Natey!”
“Don’t you dare, Harry,” he said, and I felt a weird surge of glee at all the first-naming as Hendricks hooked me under the arm and guided me to my feet. “Come on, bed.”
I admit, I leaped onto it, bouncing John enough that he took a swipe at the back of my head. I ducked thanks to my hyper-developed Marcone-centric spidey sense, and rolled onto my back in time to see Hendricks lose his boxers and take a seat on the bed. “Come on come on come on,” I bounced, drumming my heels in excitement, and then springing back up to pull Hendricks down to join us. He ended up sprawled diagonally across the sheets, wearing me as a blanket. A giggly, giddy blanket.
“Wizard catnip,” Marcone murmured, crawling towards us. I worked my way down Hendricks happily. “Planning to show off, Harry?”
“Oh yeah,” I said, partly in answer to his question and partly as a greeting to Hendricks’ cock, bobbing towards me as I propped my chin on his thigh, sprawled between his legs with my own hanging off the bed. “Hi there Natey.”
Hendricks made a strangled noise which cut off abruptly, and I peered round his cock to see John taking full possession of Hendricks’ mouth, slick and commanding. Show, officially on the road. I took my cue, curled long fingers around the base of Hendricks’ cock, and then traced a thick vein straight up to not-so-little-Natey’s head with my tongue. I lapped at the precome beading there, curious for the taste of not-John. Less bitter, more salt and either the taste or the smell of him short circuited my self restraint, because I wrapped my lips around him and went to town.
By rights I should have choked, because he was more than I was used to and I was on the hasty side of enthusiastic, but I was right, he practically vibrated under me but didn’t thrust up. I was free to take in what I wanted when I wanted, and it was a strange change from Marcone’s hands tight in my hair and his pistoning hips. Over the sounds of my own greedy sucking, I could just about hear John murmur something between kisses. “You can tell him how you like it. He’s a quick learner.” I grinned at the compliment, because it was true. I’d learned how to do this on my knees, John shaking to pieces above me, slumped against a soon to be splintered bookshelf. But I wasn’t the only thing on offer here, or the only thing Hendricks should tell us he liked. I slipped him out of my mouth with a deliberate pop.
“Want to fuck me, Nathan? Or John? Or, hey, get fucked?” That got me a little jerk of his hips, and a garbled nonsense phrase that eventually turned into. “God. All of the above.”
“Huh,” I said, and dropped a kiss on his abs. The kiss turned into a lick, a slick dip into his belly button that made Hendricks yelp. Ticklish? Duly noted. “You should fuck John,” I said it with certainty but without consciously considering matters. All my best ideas happen that way, because as soon as I said it I knew it was right. As much as I wanted to lower myself onto Hendricks’ cock, filled further than I’d ever been, as much as he was delighted by me, his thing with John had history to it. Plus, John had dived for the bedside cabinet as soon as I’d opened my mouth, and was currently trying to shoulder me off Hendricks. “Oi!” I said, and shoved him playfully, but the man had lube and a condom and, apparently, a plan, so I ceded ground. Hendricks looked well kissed and maybe a little breathless, the way kissing John Marcone often left me. Obviously ready for more though, because he pulled me into his arms and met my mouth with his own.
“Johnny,” he rasped in a warning tone. I peered over my shoulder and there John was, looking exultant, one hand stoking Hendricks condom clad cock, the other behind himself at an awkward angle, working away.
“I’d have got that for you,” I pointed out with a roll of my eyes. “Multitasker.”
“Rather watch you,” John said.
“Still, need a hand?”
John grunted and shook his head, and then bam, sudden avalanche of Mount Hendricks. I yelped, knocked to the side, and John was borne down by a mobile wall of muscle, pinned flat on his back. I had a hilarious moment of thinking they were going to topple off the bed, but they came to a halt precariously close to the edge instead. Hendricks didn’t even bother relocating to safer ground, instead he pushed John’s thighs apart and slid straight into him.
“Fuck!” Marcone ground out as Hendricks came to rest pressed up against him. “Fuck,” I echoed earnestly. It was too much just to watch, and I trailed a hand down to my cock absentmindedly, stroking as Hendricks gave into a fit of utter bastardry and decided to take things slow. He eased out of John, snuck a hand under John’s ass to simultaneously grope a tight handful and tilt him up at a better angle, and then slid gradually back home. I don’t know what noise John made, but it sparked a smile between me and Hendricks. He didn’t speed up, didn’t slow down, ignored John’s scrabbling attempts to set the pace. He just kept going, muscles of his ass and thighs flexing in interesting ways beneath his skin. John wasn’t going to last long. He’d clenched one fist in the sheets above his head, wrapped the other tight around his cock. I watched him close eyes, and started a mental countdown. Five, four, three, two, one.
“Ah!” Marcone came, all over his stomach. I applauded. Hendricks didn’t change his pace. He kept going, steady, relentless.
“You are really good at that,” I groaned, and got a smile in return. “Next time, I have dibs. I’m riding your cock till you come.” Without warning he did, thrusting into John one last time on a sharp breath, trembling just for a moment. Apparently Hendricks wasn’t an afterglow kind of guy. He sat back on his heels, slipped out of John, and stretched. “Tag, you’re it,” he said.
John blinked up at us slowly. “Uh, Nathe, I don’t think he’s- ” Hendricks slid two fingers back into John, and then smiled at the noise he made, “Up for it? Sure he is. Johnny?”
It took a while for the words to sink through John’s sex-drunk haze, and then he nodded. “Harry. Yes. Please.”
Not the kind of invitation I’m in the habit of turning down. I took a second to grab a condom, and then slid straight into him. It was slick and easy, John was as open as I’d ever felt him, welcoming me home. Seeing him pooled beneath me, all lax and well fucked was enough to nearly finish me. But I had a little self control, enough to hook one of John knees up toward his chest and then race towards my own pleasure, as fast as Hendricks hadn’t been. John fucking keened, and I nearly folded him in half, hungry to kiss his pliant mouth. Hendricks had done a good job, it’d taken me a long, long time to work out how to get John like this, to give it all up. I grunted with the effort of slamming into him, slap of skin against skin as I thrust frantically. Hendricks’ hand dropped onto my back, firm and reassuring. He followed my thrusts, hand easing down to my ass, and I felt something in me thrill to the reminder of his presence. I wondered if Hendricks could take me to pieces too, if he was strong enough to fuck me up against a wall, to wrangle my long limbs and lean muscle into a position he could work with. As I wondered, he brushed a finger up against my asshole and I whimpered at the same time as John. He’d started to moan and writhe on every thrust now, little spasms of over fucked sensitivity every time I slid home. We were getting to the limit of what he could take. Hendricks chose then to reach out and smooth a finger through the cum on John’s stomach, along his spent cock. John hissed and then tightened around me and then oh christ I was done.
Fuck.
I crashed onto the bed, just about managing to miss John. “Best. Idea. Ever.” I said. “We’re doing this again, right?”
Hendricks, still sat back on his heels, surveyed the human wreckage on the bed.”We still gotta talk this thing through. But yeah, I want to. I want this,” he said. John made a pleased noise. “Shut up you,” Hendricks answered him.
“What?” I asked, scenting an in-joke.
“Surprisingly difficult,” John slurred. “T’find things he wants. Worse than you, sometimes.” I grinned. John’s bone deep satisfaction was audible.
“Hey, Hendricks, you a master cuddler too? Because John’s a hugger. Shut up, you are.”
As it happened, Hendricks had a black belt in snuggling. I set my head on his chest and grinned, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Yeah. He fit. We were doing this again, we were doing this all the time.
Re: But I'm a Wizard FILL 2/?
Date: 2011-03-24 11:06 pm (UTC)Re: Filled 9/9 (Done) (Now with less HTML fail!)
Date: 2011-03-24 11:10 pm (UTC)Re: Filled 9/9 (Done) (Now with less HTML fail!)
Date: 2011-03-24 11:10 pm (UTC)Oh, my dear, you are a marvel. ♥
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Date: 2011-03-24 11:29 pm (UTC)Re: But I'm a Wizard FILL 2/?
Date: 2011-03-24 11:32 pm (UTC)Authornon
Date: 2011-03-24 11:41 pm (UTC)Glad you're enjoying! Writing more as we speak, but not in order, so it will probably be at least a few more hours before I post more.
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Date: 2011-03-24 11:42 pm (UTC)Re: AU to Changes FILL 5/?
Date: 2011-03-25 12:00 am (UTC)I reeled off our official 'we're not criminals' cover story with no actual attempt to convince anyone it was true. Tilly knew better anyway, and he was writing it down seriously while his partner tried to intimidate me. He wasn't as funny as that asshole Rudolph, but still pretty funny.
Tilly did tell me that Rudolph had gotten Murphy fired, which was expected but still hurt. They told me about what was going on in Central America; accusing Marcone of moving to take more control of the drug and firearms trade in the wake the cartels loss of cohesion. Which would have been expected if I'd thought about it. I told them the truth, that I didn't know anything about that, but that theoretically if someone was taking over, they would almost have to be better than the monsters who'd been running things before, or the civil war that they described going on now. If they weren't in reluctant agreement, I'd already be in custody.
Tilly's head came up sharply at the word monsters. He'd taken the whole ordeal at the headquarters better than nearly anyone I'd ever see. If he hadn't helped Murphy strong arm the more resilient agents into manning a barricade to keep anything from getting further upstairs, there could have been a whole lot more casualties. As it was, none of the Eeb's minions could do an end run around me and Susan to get at the people having nervous breakdowns on the top floors.
The power of the city had been a torrent running through my veins; I'd been having to hold myself back from using it. Later, I'd had to carefully gather in more energy than I ever thought I'd be able to hold in order to carry it with me far out of my territory, but then? In the middle of downtown, in a building dedicated to the defense of innocent lives and the punishment of the guilty? I'd had power to burn, and I did. Susan had guarded my back while I'd cut down the vampires like a chainsaw. Afterward, Murphy declared herself impressed at the lack of structural damage, but I hadn't needed to bring the building down. I'd been able to just kill them.
The Eebs themselves had run as soon they saw what I did to their Ick, and Susan and I had chased them. It was all very satisfying. When we caught them, we'd broken their kneecaps in honor of my new mob affiliation, and dragged them in triumph back to Marcone's office for interrogation. I'd had an embarrassed moment on arrival, abruptly remembering the way Mister sometimes brought me half-dead things as presents, but John's "It's not even my birthday" had been darkly pleased.
Anyway, the point was Tilly had been attacked by vampires without gibbering or going into denial. He knew that when I'd said monster, I was speaking literally.
“If you and Ms. Rodriguez hadn't...given yourself up to those people, we'd all have died.”
I shrugged. “And we'd have had to face them anyway. They had our daughter. Why should we have wanted a bunch of other people killed as well?” There had been enough of that already.
“It was a brave thing for you to do. Strange coincidence, though, that everything in Mexico started while you were missing. A whole lot of people are dying.” They were. I'd been trying not to think about the numbers that the two of them were talking about. The sheer number of thinking beings that I'd directly killed the night before last and the many, many more who were dying now because of actions I'd taken. I'd committed genocide. I'd murdered a woman I'd loved, the mother of my child, in order to commit genocide.
My stomach lurched.
If you ever do significant damage to your ribs, take my advice and don't throw up. It isn't fun. I concentrated on that for a while, and the fact that the vast majority of my direct victims must have had it coming, and after a while Tilly and Other Guy went away and left me alone.
Later on the delegation from the White Council came. John and Gard were there for that meeting, I guess to protect me. The whole wizard community apparently had mixed feelings about what had happened and some of them were pissed off. I mean on one hand, yay the Red Court were dead, and on the other they'd disavowed responsibility for me so thoroughly that they couldn't take credit. After years of war and centuries of hostilities, this jumped-up vanilla mortal Free Holding Lord goes in and his forces annihilate the Reds entirely. I'm sure that was very frustrating for them. Laughter is also bad for injured ribs.
My brief good humor ended when it was suggested that by using the death curse on mostly human half-turned Red Court servants and members of the Order of St Giles, I'd broken the First Law. That debate had apparently already taken place though, since John shut it down hard and no one brought it up again.
Luccio, at least, was genuinely concerned for me. There are very good reasons why it's against the Laws to bind people with magic, and I was bound irrevocably. Rituals involving primal forces are no more reversible than they are predictable. A good healer might be able to dig Chicago out of me in several years, by destroying my magic and most of my higher brain functions, but a good healer wouldn't do that. From what they could tell, the spell wasn't doing very much damage to me, much less than they were expecting. I could live with it.
If John had been anyone else, he would have been in deep trouble for having it done to me, but the Accords specifically give Signatories the right to enthrall their own people, and Viaggiatore, who had actually been the one to cast the spell, had very much not been human. When I'd looked at him with True Sight, he'd reminded me more than anything else of the ocean. Something so big you couldn't look at all of it at one, that could be cruel or kind and was always changing, but fundamentally unaltered. The name he'd given had apparently been picked at random out of the air when Gard had hesitated in her introductions, and good luck even finding him if he didn't want to be found. He wasn't subject to their authority.
Someone suggested that I was not John's 'own people', that I owed allegiance to the Council, and I broke in with incredulous anger. “Owe you? What could I possibly owe the Council that you'd want? You've given me nothing but death threats and contempt- do you really want me to start repaying that? John's done more for me in two days than any of you have done in my entire life.”
Luccio frowned, and I knew I wasn't being fair to her, that she'd tried, but goddamn it, it wasn't enough. When she'd dragged me into the Wardens I'd honestly thought I might finally have a chance at acceptance, and instead I'd been their pet boogieman. Darth Vader on a leash. And whenever it looked like I might go off the leash, it was straight back to trying to execute me.
“The Red Court is dead. The war is over. You don't need me anymore. I quit. I'd offer you the cloak back, but it was in my apartment.”
“I believe any further discussion might best take place elsewhere.” John got them out of the room somehow. There were a lot of strong personalities in that room, but I guess none of them wanted to stay enough to argue with him much.
I closed my eyes and let focusing on his heartbeat calm me. He wouldn't let them touch me. I was safe.
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Date: 2011-03-25 12:02 am (UTC)Re: AU to Changes FILL 5/?
Date: 2011-03-25 12:14 am (UTC)This is... horribly wonderful
Anyway. adoring this whole fill. It is made of awesome. :)
Re: AU to Changes FILL 5/?
Date: 2011-03-25 12:30 am (UTC)This. I wonder if Marcone has a clue how much Harry already trusts him.
My (not so) Imaginary Friend (3/?)
Date: 2011-03-25 12:39 am (UTC)If I were completely honest with myself, most of the time I consciously avoided asking too factual questions. I knew perfectly well that he was an actual person with a whole life of his own but I selfishly wanted him to remain mine. I stupidly thought that if I didn’t get reminders of his other engagements I would not have to share him with all the nameless, faceless people that waited on the other end of our private connection. I should have known that this avoidance would come to bite me in the ass.
We talked regularly but with my new job and his unknown-but-certainly-there workload it was quite normal if I wasn’t able to chat with Johhny for a day or two. So I’ve noticed that something wasn’t right only after three days of silence. He didn’t reply when I called and what was even stranger, I couldn’t hear anything from his end. Generally I was able to somewhat feel his presence and catch faint echoes of thoughts even when he was busy with something and unable to answer. But this complete absence was unpleasantly new and terrifying.
I tried different explanations but they were all just an attempt to stave off the panic gathering at the edges of my mind. What if I never heard from him again? What if he’s dead? The struggle of keeping these thoughts locked away consumed me so thoroughly that Nick was forced to send me home as, in his words, I was obviously coming down with something.
It was a good thing too, because when I didn’t have cases to distract myself from my worries I’ve finally remembered that I’m a wizard. True, I couldn’t use thaumaturgy without some sort of anchor in material world but with a connection like ours meditation was my best bet at finding out what was going on. I went all out: cleansing rituals, white robes and an elaborate circle to block any outward influence. Finally, with a deep breath of incense filled air I sunk into myself.
The principles of sympathetic magic work everywhere indiscriminately. If I wanted to find Johnny I needed to surround myself with things belonging to him. In my mind those were my memories. I drew all the little tidbits of knowledge I gained from the time I first realized there was a stranger in my head and gathered them around me, straightening them out, hooking them up with each other and creating an image of a hall that would eventually lead me to the person I sought.
It seemed that ages had passed before I felt a first wisp of presence but when I did surprise and relief almost made me lose my concentration. I jerked forward along the thread of our connection, calling out his name in an almost desperate need to hear his voice again.
“Harry?” He responded absently, as if nothing wrong happened in the last week and a half. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
What. The. Fuck?!
“Is it all you’re going to say, you bastard?” I exploded. “I’ve been worried sick, dreading the worst and now all you say is it’s been a while?!”
“I’m sorry,” John’s voice was emphatically indifferent, “I had some things to think about on my own.”
Did someone tamper with Johnny’s mind? It was the only explanation that seemed somewhat plausible to me at that point. The first thing he usually asked when we started talking was whether I was all right; but now he brushes me aside just like that? I learned the theory behind mind-manipulation well enough to know that sudden changes in behavior were the first sign of trouble on that front…
But then there was all that knowledge I gained about Johnny, his thoughts and reactions, and it guided me to a different conclusion.
“Was it something you absolutely couldn’t discuss with me?” I asked tentatively. “Did you want to shield me from something?”
It was as if a wall crumbled before me. Our connection opened fully and was flooded by a strong sense of… disturbance, unrest that went deeper then words or even emotions.
“You’re becoming frighteningly good at reading me, Harry,” John muttered with what I imagined was a shake of his head.
“Well, I’m the voice in your head, after all,” I joked, repeating one of his favorite phrases. I didn’t try to press him; I knew he would start talking only when he deemed it necessary. But mostly I just enjoyed the restored sense of closeness – I only now realized how much I missed it while John had been shutting himself away.
“A girl has taken a bullet meant for me.”
The few short words managed to completely shatter the calm engulfing me. I felt my hair standing on end and my skin breaking out in goosebumps. These words meant that all the horrors I’ve been imagining were much closer to the truth then was good for my peace of mind. And so, my first question was utterly selfish.
“Are you unharmed?”
Johnny laughed. It was a painful, wrenching sound I never wanted to hear again.
“What the hell can happen to me?” he croaked finally. “I always get out of any mess without a scratch! But she… she was just there, on that line between me and a gun. They saw her.” His voice was firming out, loosing that cracking edge it had before. “How could they not, she was right there. They must have known they’d hit her instead of me but they still continued firing.” A pause. “I could not do a damn thing to stop them,” he ground out suddenly, “I’ve looked death in the face but it never mocked me like this before…”
I knew I needed to say something. Johnny helped me through the worst period of my life; I’ve lost count of the times he soothed me after nightmares and persuaded me that I didn’t really do anything wrong. Now it was my turn… but there was no way I was pulling the ‘It’s not your fault’ card without sounding mocking or patronizing.
I entered the hall formed of my Johnny-memories again and took a deep breath.
“I know you’re not feeling guilty,” I said firmly. John would never accept reassurances, only statements of fact. “You are a rational man and reason dictates that you were in no way responsible for making that shot. You are angry. Those people – whoever they were and whatever their purposes – had no right to sacrifice an innocent life, nothing can justify that. So, you are furious.” I touched the memories of protective rage Johnny exuded when talking about White Council and my treatment at their hands to see what was the next step of his reactions. “You want to get back at them. Make them pay for their callousness. Make sure they won’t ever be able to do something like that again.”
I didn’t need to hear confirmation to know I was right. I only hoped my words conveyed not only my knowledge but also my tacit approval.
“John,” I said after a timeless silence, “Is your life still in danger? Do you want me to… help you?” My heart was in my throat, choking the last words.
“No.” His answer rang out as a cast-iron bell, rattling me to the bone. “Don’t you dare think about it! You are so… God, I don’t want to see you shielding me from bullets.”
“I have an actual magic shield for that,” I supplied helpfully.
“Stop it, Harry! I will be all right, and you don’t need all this shit in addition to you own.”
I was going to object. I wanted to say that I was a big boy now and I could hold my own against threats both mundane and supernatural but he beat me to it. “I don’t want to lose you, Harry. I was once sure that I would and I don’t want the repeat experience. So please, let’s not argue about this.”
I gave a mental equivalent of a curt nod.
“Is she alive?” I asked after a while.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to be all right?”
“Probably.”
“Are you going to shut me out again?”
Johnny chuckled.
“I know I won’t be able to stop you if you really put your mind to it, so no.”
I suddenly felt tired. Reopening the connection against Johnny’s will took a lot of energy and now, when my worries were mostly soothed and our status quo more or less restored it was time to return to the real world and rest.
“Harry.” His voice caught me just as I was going to withdraw. “I need you to promise me something.”
“What is it?”
“If you are ever in danger, if your life is threatened, you must tell me immediately. I need to be able to help you.”
“So what, I can’t do this rescue thing but you can?” I snapped. “That’s rich!”
“I don’t ever want to feel this helpless again. Promise, Harry.” I really, truly was going to refuse if not for his tone. It was not demanding as I expected, it was sincerely pleading.
“I promise.”
I couldn’t even get angry at Johnny for asking this. I was basically wreathed in understanding: I was a person important to him and therefore someone to be protected at all costs. He was not going to let me help him in whatever put his life at risk but if I were to ask him for help instead he would do almost anything for me. Actually, it was a temptation that was surprisingly hard to fight.
I made one more promise to myself that day: I would never go looking for Johnny. I was selfish enough already endlessly whining to him about my problems, I didn’t need to burden them with solving them too. I was a wizard, after all, I needed stand on my own two feet and deal with them myself!
So I ruthlessly squashed all my curiosity and carefully locked away all my hypotheses about Johnny’s role in real life.
For both our sakes I intended for my friend to remain imaginary.
That was… complicated. I feel like I need to comment on my reasoning a bit, so feel free to skip the rant if you’re not interested.
I made John’s speech choppy at times. That’s because I imagined him reliving the situation a thousand times already. It broke into snapshots that made perfect sense to him but taken out of the whole picture would become meaningless.
Also I thought that Harry would care more for John’s wellbeing than for the actual situation. It was like, suppose, if your dear friend was standing near a stranger on a bus-stop and a drunk driver hit the stranger instead of your friend. You will of course feel pity for the dead but you’ll definitely worry more for your living friend.
Jeez, look at me ramble!
I’d really like to hear your opinion on plausibility, and if you have questions, don’t hesitate to ask.
Re: AU to Changes FILL 5/?
Date: 2011-03-25 12:40 am (UTC)JFC, authoranon, you are just... wow.
Re: First meetings,(remix)
Date: 2011-03-25 12:51 am (UTC)Re: My (not so) Imaginary Friend (3/?)
Date: 2011-03-25 01:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 01:16 am (UTC)Reid profiles the dark, attractive, tall stranger that's been brought in on suspicion of arson.
In honor of Houdini's birthday
Date: 2011-03-25 01:28 am (UTC)Something, anything. Don't care what :D
Re: My (not so) Imaginary Friend (3/?)
Date: 2011-03-25 01:31 am (UTC)I really like this story. I never knew I had such a kink for Protective!Marcone until I started reading it. Of course, it makes me all the more curious what's going to happen when they start moving closer to their Storm Front roles. I can see Harry not noticing that the new mafia boss is named Johnny, especially since he doesn't know his real name, but a wizard named Harry might be a bit harder to overlook.