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Marcone/Dresden
Chef!Marcone wants to feed Journalist!Dresden. However, Journalist!Dresden can't help, but think Chef!Marcone has some other motive for doing so...
Chef!Marcone just really wants to feed the journalist. ...And maybe court him. :D
Kink: whatever writer wants plus Food!Kink
Chef!Marcone wants to feed Journalist!Dresden. However, Journalist!Dresden can't help, but think Chef!Marcone has some other motive for doing so...
Chef!Marcone just really wants to feed the journalist. ...And maybe court him. :D
Kink: whatever writer wants plus Food!Kink
Marcone/Dresden/Donar
Kaitou thief Dresden is a confusing thief. First, he sends warning notes, riddles of when and where he'll strike. Then he uses elaborate and explosive magic tricks in order to steal the object. Eventually, he'll return the object, seemingly touched. Finally, no one ever gets hurt by him or otherwise if he could help it.
This is sorta an alternative history of his mom and dad where, his dad used to steal the objects and his mom would remove the curses or place protection spells, etc. Harry's just continuting the biz.
I'm not quite sure what would Marcone be. Maybe a persistent detective who's fascinated with Harry's methods. Donar could be Marcone's backer or someone Marcone asked to bait Dresden. Donar is very amused with Marcone and Harry's interaction. Also knows why Harry's been stealing the objects.
OP would like a sexy threesome between the three of them and a scene where Harry demonstrates his ability to get out of handcuffs. :D
Kaitou thief Dresden is a confusing thief. First, he sends warning notes, riddles of when and where he'll strike. Then he uses elaborate and explosive magic tricks in order to steal the object. Eventually, he'll return the object, seemingly touched. Finally, no one ever gets hurt by him or otherwise if he could help it.
This is sorta an alternative history of his mom and dad where, his dad used to steal the objects and his mom would remove the curses or place protection spells, etc. Harry's just continuting the biz.
I'm not quite sure what would Marcone be. Maybe a persistent detective who's fascinated with Harry's methods. Donar could be Marcone's backer or someone Marcone asked to bait Dresden. Donar is very amused with Marcone and Harry's interaction. Also knows why Harry's been stealing the objects.
OP would like a sexy threesome between the three of them and a scene where Harry demonstrates his ability to get out of handcuffs. :D
So I'd like to fill this one, but it's been ages since I read Proven Guilty. Could you tell me really quick which chapters have the battle at Arctis Tor? I feel like I ought to reread those at least before I start writing.
DA here. They start planning the attack at Chapter 34, and get to the nevernever at chapter 36
Thank God for that other fan. I've only just read Proven Guilty, and it was a rented copy, so cluelessness on the chapters, but yay that you're going to fill my prompt!
Thanks! I appreciate it. I remembered it was further on in the book, but not where.
Thanks for prompting it! It sounds really interesting (and it'll be, um, different, because I've only done one fill before and that was Marcone/Harry). Will go start the re-read now.
OP apologizes for not responding sooner. I have been (re)reading this, and having small moments of joy, then not knowing what to reply with that is not just a post of glee, and then rereading.
In short: I love this. I love the end. I love that they're so close to the edge Harry thought they'd fall off, and then forgets about it. I love that John's a hugger. I love that Hendricks - Nathan! - snuggles. I love the last line. I REALLY love all the last line implies. I love that John is so smugly satisfied that he's found something Hendricks wants that he doesn't even have to say anything.
I... love it all.
And it REALLY makes me want to make a Harry/John/Nathan snuggling prompt. Because this was just made of utter win.
...okay, it wasn't a post of pure *squee*, so that counts for something, right? :)
In short: I love this. I love the end. I love that they're so close to the edge Harry thought they'd fall off, and then forgets about it. I love that John's a hugger. I love that Hendricks - Nathan! - snuggles. I love the last line. I REALLY love all the last line implies. I love that John is so smugly satisfied that he's found something Hendricks wants that he doesn't even have to say anything.
I... love it all.
And it REALLY makes me want to make a Harry/John/Nathan snuggling prompt. Because this was just made of utter win.
...okay, it wasn't a post of pure *squee*, so that counts for something, right? :)
OP here.
This was so much fun - so thank you very much for the fill! :)
I wasn't expecting Charity to come into play, but I can definitely see how it works. :) And I can definitely see her teasing him about it, while being slightly mean in a way - not really mean mean, but mean I'll-let-you-see-my-husband-when-I'm-satisfied way. If that makes sense.
Thanks! I was so hoping this would be filled, even a small fill is nice. -OP
This was so much fun - so thank you very much for the fill! :)
I wasn't expecting Charity to come into play, but I can definitely see how it works. :) And I can definitely see her teasing him about it, while being slightly mean in a way - not really mean mean, but mean I'll-let-you-see-my-husband-when-I'm-satisfied way. If that makes sense.
Thanks! I was so hoping this would be filled, even a small fill is nice. -OP
...please don't mind the anon fail.
...please don't be minding that anon fail.
This is made of win!
Cat's paws on the typewriter: just like my cat; he probably also writes fanfic in his spare time. But this really enchanted me:
"Bob is forced to posses the typewriter directly" - poor Bob, forced to posses the typewriter...
Molly's prompts: yay! She would read fanfic, wouldn't she...
And really, Bob's writing is exactly like these three Harlequins I happened to read. You are the master of crack, dear author!
Cat's paws on the typewriter: just like my cat; he probably also writes fanfic in his spare time. But this really enchanted me:
"Bob is forced to posses the typewriter directly" - poor Bob, forced to posses the typewriter...
Molly's prompts: yay! She would read fanfic, wouldn't she...
And really, Bob's writing is exactly like these three Harlequins I happened to read. You are the master of crack, dear author!
This is made of win!
Cat's paws on the typewriter: just like my cat; he probably also writes fanfic in his spare time. But this really enchanted me:
"Bob is forced to posses the typewriter directly" - poor Bob, forced to posses the typewriter...
Molly's prompts: yay! She would read fanfic, wouldn't she...
And really, Bob's writing is exactly like these three Harlequins I happened to read. You are the master of crack, dear author!
Hendricks would give GREAT hugs - I'm holding on to the belief that he's just a great big teddy bear inside.
The trouble would be convincing him to give hugs. And to get to the mushy teddy bear inside, and past the menacing and intimidating outer beast.
The trouble would be convincing him to give hugs. And to get to the mushy teddy bear inside, and past the menacing and intimidating outer beast.
When he came back he was carrying the dufflebag that contained nearly all my worldly possessions. He put it on top of the dresser casually and moved toward the chair by my bed, but I couldn't just let it go.
“I, um, get that stuff back?” He looked at me in surprise and growing offense.
“An hour ago you defended my rights to you before the representatives of the Council, and now you think I'd rob you of all you have?”
I winced. “Sorry, I- I have low standards?” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Yes, clearly.” He was angry, but not directing it at me.
“They weren't here...” It had been stupid, really. What was he going to do with all that, give it to Gard? She was a contractor. She wasn't going to work for him forever. And the monetary value of all of it was nothing next to it's magical potential. Of course he was going to give it back to me, it would be a waste not to. It's just that it hadn't been there.
“I felt it unwise to leave uranium, no matter how depleted, or a human skull, no matter how old, where the FBI could stumble over it, never mind the rest of your collection of contraband. From Ms. Gard's reaction to the skull, it seemed possible that the Wardens shouldn't see them either. And a child shouldn't be exposed to some of these materials.
“Oh. Right.” Especially the skull.
“I won't take things from you without both warning and reason.”
“...Okay.” Justin- but he wasn't like Justin.
He gave me that look again, trying to decide if I was done losing my mind for the moment. It's always so hard to tell.
“Why do you even have a skull?”
“I get hit on the head a lot; it seemed like a good thing to keep extras of.”
“Dresden.”
“It. Well.” Oh God. “Could I explain in a few minutes? After you maybe bring the bag over here and then go wait in the other room for a little while? It's- important.” Please don't let me be blushing.
He went along with it, and with the door safely closed behind him I pulled Bob out of the bag and immediately buried him under some blankets to muffle his voice.
When he'd first seen me after the- thing, Bob had been horrified and deeply offended.
“You did ritual sex magic without me?! Without even letting me help plan? After all the times I've asked and given advice and- I'm never speaking to you again. And with a guy! You usually act like I didn't even say anything when I suggest guys. How could you do this to me Harry?”
Scraping my wits together, I'd been equally horrified. “It wasn't- I'm not- Hell's Bells, Bob, there wasn't any sex! Why would you even think that? It was a healing spell, and to bind me to Marc-Marcone-"
I've never been able to figure out how Bob appears to waggle eyebrows he doesn't have. “Yeah, yeah, but the important thing is, you let him do you. If you could see your aura, you wouldn't ask how I know. Was he good? Was he big? Did he take you roughly but passionately, his eyes dark with-”
“Bob! There was. No. Sex. Of any kind. At all. I don't care what you think you see in my aura: you're wrong. And you've been reading too many romance novels.” That wasn't why his eyes had been dark. “Can you divert your one track mind over to containing enough power from the leylines? I need to have more, but I'm not sure it'll fit."
“That's what you said!” He cackled gleefully as I beat my head against the table.
Bob is insane. It hadn't been like that, and I wouldn't have liked it if it had been like that, and why were we even talking about this? I didn't like men. Like that. Goddamn it.
So, hyper-aware of John on the other side of the door, I tried to explain to Bob why he should keeping his mouth shut about this delusion he had about us. All issues of privacy, tact, future credibility, and good sense weren't worth mentioning, so I skipped straight to threats and bribery.
“If you ever so much as hint that J- that Marcone and I might have had sex or should at some other time, there will never be Victoria's Secrets catalogs again.” I hissed. “Do you understand me? Or swimsuit issues, or anything else anything else featuring pictures of half-naked or fully naked women. But if you swear an oath not to talk about this, I will get Marcone to let you visit his whore house sometimes.”
“...Really? Real live prostitutes? Oh, Harry! We're talking just when he's around, right?”
“Or anyone else.”
“Except you.”
“Fine.” Fine. I was used to Bob's craziness anyway. “And while we're on the subject, if you speak a word in front of Maggie before she's thirty-five years old, I will end you.”
He promised, and I called John back in.
“This is Bob. Bob, this is John Marcone.” Bob wolf-whistled and managed a leer. It just got worse from there, but Bob didn't actually offer up my virtue to the man, and the conversation ended with John fully aware of both why Bob was valuable to me, and why the Wardens would want to destroy him. Besides the obvious.
So I guess that went well.
After Bob was put back in the bag and relocated to a closet, John returned to his intended topic of conversation: status updates.
He told me that the Council had backed off on the idea that either of us had violated the rules, and were leaving Molly as my apprentice. That the FBI seemed willing to take what they could get. That Child Services were so far blocked from taking custody of Maggie until her permanent custody status was worked out. That they'd found a potential therapist for her and were doing background checks. That the most of the magical world was in turmoil, but there hadn't been much trouble in our area.
That Michael had come to visit that first day while I was sleeping, and planned to come back tomorrow. That Murphy and Thomas had not, although Butters had called to make sure I was still alive. That my grandfather- that Eb had not been in contact with him. Nothing shocking. John asked if I wanted him contact anyone for me. I didn't. Everyone pretty much knew where I was, and if they weren't coming over it was probably smart. I guess we were all back to various levels of officially not caring about each other. Michael's never had any patience with that kind of thing though.
I'd never quite understood why Eb took the chance on me. Finding out he was my grandfather... I'd thought he thought I deserved better than the Council was giving me. That he was standing up to them to protect some dumb kid who wasn't anything to him, who was in trouble he hadn't earned. I'd admired that. Finding out that it wasn't anything to do with me being worth saving or the Wardens being bastards, that it had been about not saving my mother...well, it made more sense. And it's good to have family. But I wasn't sure how to feel about it.
It's not like he didn't care about me now. But part of me was saying that when he'd known I was charging off to my death he'd been angry, demanded that I stop, refused to let me explain. Used that damn silencing spell on me. When he found out it was a bloodline curse he'd come and brought help. Who was it for? Me or Maggie or himself? And he'd slaughtered hundreds of humans with a wave of his hand. I'd never seen him break the Laws before. I'd known he'd done it, and after this fiasco I couldn't throw stones, but I hadn't seen it before.
If he'd been here, I don't know what I'd have said to him.
“I, um, get that stuff back?” He looked at me in surprise and growing offense.
“An hour ago you defended my rights to you before the representatives of the Council, and now you think I'd rob you of all you have?”
I winced. “Sorry, I- I have low standards?” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Yes, clearly.” He was angry, but not directing it at me.
“They weren't here...” It had been stupid, really. What was he going to do with all that, give it to Gard? She was a contractor. She wasn't going to work for him forever. And the monetary value of all of it was nothing next to it's magical potential. Of course he was going to give it back to me, it would be a waste not to. It's just that it hadn't been there.
“I felt it unwise to leave uranium, no matter how depleted, or a human skull, no matter how old, where the FBI could stumble over it, never mind the rest of your collection of contraband. From Ms. Gard's reaction to the skull, it seemed possible that the Wardens shouldn't see them either. And a child shouldn't be exposed to some of these materials.
“Oh. Right.” Especially the skull.
“I won't take things from you without both warning and reason.”
“...Okay.” Justin- but he wasn't like Justin.
He gave me that look again, trying to decide if I was done losing my mind for the moment. It's always so hard to tell.
“Why do you even have a skull?”
“I get hit on the head a lot; it seemed like a good thing to keep extras of.”
“Dresden.”
“It. Well.” Oh God. “Could I explain in a few minutes? After you maybe bring the bag over here and then go wait in the other room for a little while? It's- important.” Please don't let me be blushing.
He went along with it, and with the door safely closed behind him I pulled Bob out of the bag and immediately buried him under some blankets to muffle his voice.
When he'd first seen me after the- thing, Bob had been horrified and deeply offended.
“You did ritual sex magic without me?! Without even letting me help plan? After all the times I've asked and given advice and- I'm never speaking to you again. And with a guy! You usually act like I didn't even say anything when I suggest guys. How could you do this to me Harry?”
Scraping my wits together, I'd been equally horrified. “It wasn't- I'm not- Hell's Bells, Bob, there wasn't any sex! Why would you even think that? It was a healing spell, and to bind me to Marc-Marcone-"
I've never been able to figure out how Bob appears to waggle eyebrows he doesn't have. “Yeah, yeah, but the important thing is, you let him do you. If you could see your aura, you wouldn't ask how I know. Was he good? Was he big? Did he take you roughly but passionately, his eyes dark with-”
“Bob! There was. No. Sex. Of any kind. At all. I don't care what you think you see in my aura: you're wrong. And you've been reading too many romance novels.” That wasn't why his eyes had been dark. “Can you divert your one track mind over to containing enough power from the leylines? I need to have more, but I'm not sure it'll fit."
“That's what you said!” He cackled gleefully as I beat my head against the table.
Bob is insane. It hadn't been like that, and I wouldn't have liked it if it had been like that, and why were we even talking about this? I didn't like men. Like that. Goddamn it.
So, hyper-aware of John on the other side of the door, I tried to explain to Bob why he should keeping his mouth shut about this delusion he had about us. All issues of privacy, tact, future credibility, and good sense weren't worth mentioning, so I skipped straight to threats and bribery.
“If you ever so much as hint that J- that Marcone and I might have had sex or should at some other time, there will never be Victoria's Secrets catalogs again.” I hissed. “Do you understand me? Or swimsuit issues, or anything else anything else featuring pictures of half-naked or fully naked women. But if you swear an oath not to talk about this, I will get Marcone to let you visit his whore house sometimes.”
“...Really? Real live prostitutes? Oh, Harry! We're talking just when he's around, right?”
“Or anyone else.”
“Except you.”
“Fine.” Fine. I was used to Bob's craziness anyway. “And while we're on the subject, if you speak a word in front of Maggie before she's thirty-five years old, I will end you.”
He promised, and I called John back in.
“This is Bob. Bob, this is John Marcone.” Bob wolf-whistled and managed a leer. It just got worse from there, but Bob didn't actually offer up my virtue to the man, and the conversation ended with John fully aware of both why Bob was valuable to me, and why the Wardens would want to destroy him. Besides the obvious.
So I guess that went well.
After Bob was put back in the bag and relocated to a closet, John returned to his intended topic of conversation: status updates.
He told me that the Council had backed off on the idea that either of us had violated the rules, and were leaving Molly as my apprentice. That the FBI seemed willing to take what they could get. That Child Services were so far blocked from taking custody of Maggie until her permanent custody status was worked out. That they'd found a potential therapist for her and were doing background checks. That the most of the magical world was in turmoil, but there hadn't been much trouble in our area.
That Michael had come to visit that first day while I was sleeping, and planned to come back tomorrow. That Murphy and Thomas had not, although Butters had called to make sure I was still alive. That my grandfather- that Eb had not been in contact with him. Nothing shocking. John asked if I wanted him contact anyone for me. I didn't. Everyone pretty much knew where I was, and if they weren't coming over it was probably smart. I guess we were all back to various levels of officially not caring about each other. Michael's never had any patience with that kind of thing though.
I'd never quite understood why Eb took the chance on me. Finding out he was my grandfather... I'd thought he thought I deserved better than the Council was giving me. That he was standing up to them to protect some dumb kid who wasn't anything to him, who was in trouble he hadn't earned. I'd admired that. Finding out that it wasn't anything to do with me being worth saving or the Wardens being bastards, that it had been about not saving my mother...well, it made more sense. And it's good to have family. But I wasn't sure how to feel about it.
It's not like he didn't care about me now. But part of me was saying that when he'd known I was charging off to my death he'd been angry, demanded that I stop, refused to let me explain. Used that damn silencing spell on me. When he found out it was a bloodline curse he'd come and brought help. Who was it for? Me or Maggie or himself? And he'd slaughtered hundreds of humans with a wave of his hand. I'd never seen him break the Laws before. I'd known he'd done it, and after this fiasco I couldn't throw stones, but I hadn't seen it before.
If he'd been here, I don't know what I'd have said to him.
:chinhands: :dreamy sigh: Oh this fic.
So much turmoil! Poor Harry, as if he doesn't have enough to worry about. There's always more for him to get stressed about :hugs him: Life eternally sucks.
So much turmoil! Poor Harry, as if he doesn't have enough to worry about. There's always more for him to get stressed about :hugs him: Life eternally sucks.
Oh Harry. Not even expecting to get your stuff back at all.
“I get hit on the head a lot; it seemed like a good thing to keep extras of.”
This line is great. LOL
Also, I love how Harry can "hear" where John is all the time.
“I get hit on the head a lot; it seemed like a good thing to keep extras of.”
This line is great. LOL
Also, I love how Harry can "hear" where John is all the time.
This sounds fun!
Marcone could still be the one from the originial universe, but Harry's just moved to Chicago, hears about some infamous artifact/antique/etc that's just been acquired by some rich guy. Whatever it is, is mega-cursed, the poor sap who's got it needs help; so ... the owner's with the mob. The previous bosses (the Vargassis)weren't that great. How bad can this Marcone guy be?
Marcone could still be the one from the originial universe, but Harry's just moved to Chicago, hears about some infamous artifact/antique/etc that's just been acquired by some rich guy. Whatever it is, is mega-cursed, the poor sap who's got it needs help; so ... the owner's with the mob. The previous bosses (the Vargassis)weren't that great. How bad can this Marcone guy be?
Oh, I would have loved to have seen Marcone's reaction to Bob!
Great story!
"[...] pulled me into a kiss that would have been much less disturbing if he wasn't such a damn good kisser, you'd better be fucking grateful for this" - hehee, I'm still giggling after reading this!
"[...] pulled me into a kiss that would have been much less disturbing if he wasn't such a damn good kisser, you'd better be fucking grateful for this" - hehee, I'm still giggling after reading this!
I'm glad you found it interesting. Good luck, sweetie.
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