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Awesome. Times awesome. (Awesome)^2

I especially loved the part where Harry's talking about Justin, and how well the manipulative/controlling relationship comes through without Harry even realizing it. Well done!

The OP's not into threesomes, being kind of an OTP person. This doesn't mean, you shouldn't write it. I'm glad this prompt inspired you. :)

I haven't even thought about Thrawn, I admit, but now that I do... Would Marcone tolerate Empire's presence in his system? Officially, sure. Unofficially? Hmmmm... Thrawn vs. Marcone would be interesting, too.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, nonnie. Oh, Harry. Of course he'd give everything he has to make amends.

This is beautiful and painful in every way that makes me want to see more. Please?

This needs to be written. There is not enough wizard appreciation in the mundane world.

Murphy may very well kill him, though, after he blows out all their computers. And lights. And phones. And... you know, everything else.

Totally didn't see it. I just couldn't resist the idea of Charity making Harry tell her why he needed Micheal's help (with the "again" implied.)

Dear OP, you're polluting my brain! Not only did I imagine the whole sequence of scenes, my wayward imagination actually led me straight to alomst-bestiality! Now I want to write this but I still have other two fills to finish... Oh, the agony!

It had taken more than a year after John had talked me in to bed but by now we had something that bore a slight resemblance to a domestic routine. If the world wasn’t ending, we weren’t fighting, neither of us were in the hospital, or neither of us had dangerous and possibly illegal work keeping us out late then after dinner we would end up in John’s home office where I would read a paper-back and drink a Coke or beer and he would go over paperwork while listening to the radio.
He’s got this computer program or something so the songs are all random. A hip-hop song from the nineties would be followed by a mariachi song. After that it could be heavy metal. Or something that makes even less sense. I asked him once if he even had any particular taste in music. He answered that he was used to working with some kind of noise.
One night I was sprawled out on the couch reading about Pern and thinking that the dragons in the book were so much cooler than the ones I knew. (That Ferrofax was an asshole and Kincaid was a dick most of the time.) Something on the radio caught my attention. It was violins but not classical.
“I like the feel of your name on my lips,” a deep male voice sang out from the discretely hidden speakers. “And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss.”
I glanced across the room at John. He was looking back at me with this soft smile that made my heart do a weird little flip.
“The way that your fingers run through my hair and how your scent lingers even when you're not there. And I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh.”
John got up from his desk and came over to me.
“And how you enjoy your two hour bath “
He wordlessly held a hand out to me.
“And how you convinced me to dance in the rain with everyone watching like we were insane “
I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet.
“But I love the way you love me. Strong and wild. Slow and easy. Heart and soul. So completely. I Love the way you love me.”
He kept his hold on my hand, his other arm wrapped around my waist. My arm went around his shoulders and held him close.
“I like to imitate ol' Jerry Lee. And the cue of your eyes when I'm slightly off key.”
We moved together across the floor. I pulled him even closer so that his head was tucked under my chin.
“And I like the innocent way that you cry at sappy old movies you've seen hundreds of times,” John sang along with the line.
“But I love the way you love me. Strong and wild. Slow and easy. Heart and soul. So completely. I Love the way you love me.” I joined in with the chorus, off-key and smiling against his hair.
He tilted his head back to look me in the eyes, still singing along.
“And I could list a million things I love to like about you, but they all come to one reason. I could never live without you.”
We came to a stop and I answered the best way I could.
“But I love the way you love me.”
I kissed him.
Strong and wild. Slow and easy. Heart and soul. So completely.
“I Love the way you love me.”

I have no excuse for this, but I am totally blaming my mother. She had a country station playing and that song came on and I just saw Harry and Marcone. If this isn't what OP was looking for I will send you virtual muffin basket in apology.

Damn, woman! /heads for cold shower

I can hear her 'At least, the building's still standing.' from right here. ;)

Thanks :)

I am coming to the strong realization that this is going to be a lot, um, darker than the movie it was inspired by. Because of these poor boys didn't have problems far, far worse than parents who disapprove of their sexual orientation, they wouldn't be our Harry and John, would they. And, you know, there's just not going to be an epilogue with Justin joining PFLAG.

I'm so glad you've been enjoying this, I love The Matter of Chicago. To my mind, Harry sort of lives in a state of sustained crisis; he wouldn't know how to respond if things suddenly turned out to be fine. Which is why he's so bewildered by John taking care of him.

Wow this is good. Authornon I would have been so mad at you if you hadn't posted this. Well, no, because I wouldn't have known, but still. Awesomeness needs to be shared.

Ever since prompting, I've been imagining this fic damn near constantly, and...holy shit. You nailed it, completely, and wow...

It hurts, and it's SO Harry, and, God. You win, forever. Whoa...

Jake(Uriel)/Dresden

Remember "Mean Streets" in "The Warrior"? Where Harry said that Jake owes him one?

Well... Jake decides to repay Harry by buying him breakfast/lunch/dinner once every week. Harry is thrilled, but doesn't know why everyone keeps sending him these funny looks.

If this is WinterKnight!Dresden, Mab approves. :D

Bonus: Jealous!Marcone anyone?

Forthill/Dresden

Also from "A Warrior":

"Harry, you didn't think that I just sit around in this old barn waiting my chance to make you sandwiches, bandage wounds, and offer advice?"

Lets also mention that Harry got to see him only in his underwear. :D

Now that's a dilemma. Harry's talent at dirty talk can either please John or make him utterly jealous at the thought of Harry using it on other people.

Hello folks, rookie anon here.

I've got something in my mind for some time now, and it won't stop bothering me, so I share :
When Harry runs away after killing one (two he thinks) people and breaking a Law of Magic, he's a wanted criminal right ? And where can wanted criminal go for protection ? Right, the mafia.

So, basically, I'd like an AU where after Justin's death, a terrified Harry try to escape the Wardens by seeking protection from the Chicago mob's boss (after all, if Marcone was able to know about magic, maybe his predecessor had been, too?). Contracting a debt/having to work for the mob of course.

It would be interesting to see a Harry who had been raised as a criminal instead of by Eb. How his moral code and chivalrous behavior are affected ? How does he consider the Council/wardens/police and himself if he sees himself as a full criminal ? And how a life on the run has affected him ?

Maybe the mafia could save Harry by faking his death, or offering him some device making him untraceable, or whatever wonderful idea you could have.
Any form of slash much welcome. And please please please some interaction between mafia!Harry and Murphy (and the others, but even more with Murphy).

And keep the awesomeness going guys, I love this kinkmeme !

~~Ripped off from~~Inspired by Janelle Monae's Metropolis Suites, particularly, the "Many Moons" music video. Someone suggested Android!Dresden and Crime Boss!Marcone. I love me some cyberpunk and sci-fi, so why now.

The announcement came over the Metropolis system early in the neon-lit morning. "Gooood morning, cyboys and cybergirls! I'm happy to announce we have a new star-crossed winner in today's Heart-Break Sweepstakes! Android number 57821, otherwise known as Harry Dresden, has fallen in love with a human named Elaine Mallory. Aaaand you know the rules! He is now scheduled for immediate disassembly!

Bounty hunters, you can find him in the Neon Valley Street District at the Leopard Plaza. The Droid Control Marshall's full of fun rules today! No phasers! Only chainsaws and electro-daggers!

Remember only card-carrying hunters can join our chase today. And as usual, there will be no reward until his cyber-soul is turned in to the Star Commission.

Happy hunting!"

Whoever owned the genetic material before it was used to make 57821, they had long legs. It made it easier to run. Unlike 53845, Murphy. Murphy didn't get far when she ran. After they caught her, she regaled Harry with how much better she felt after they cured her of that whole love thing.

But then again, Murphy had fallen in love again after that. So Harry thought there must have been something to it. Androids didn't tend to seek out pain. They got plenty of that in their day to day. Being in love must've been something special, he thought, if droids were going around, risking disassembly like that.

Now that he'd been in love, now that his ones and zeros lined up to you are a colossal idiot, he still didn't understand. Elaine was a viral infection, spreading through his data processes until he could barely function. Maybe there was a reason droids weren't supposed to be in love. A machine couldn't handle that much stupidity.

Harry knew all this. He did. Yet he ran anyway, even though it'd only make things worse. The hunters on his heels, adrenaline surging through them until they were overclocked and perfect like their mechanical servants.

Long spindly legs made long spindly targets. An electro-dagger caught him below the knee, the surge radiating out until the circuitry fried and his leg collapsed out from under him.

They got his chestplate off and worked the pliers around his power core. He was caught and defeated but for some unknown reason, Harry trashed and fought as they worked the core out of its slot, screaming and calling for Elaine until the generator slid free and his body went still.

Complete disassembly was out of the question. He was the Alpha for the new Platinum 9000 series. They wrote this Incident off as a glitch in his programming, which they were still fine-tuning. "New genetic material," Lady Lea told the Star Commission when she showed up to bail him out. "Always tricky to weed out the unwanted processes. He'll be so worth the trouble in the end, the sweet. You should come to the auction this year. It'll be magical."

They took him home to the Winter Luxury Droid Court and laid him over Lea's lap. His cheek pressed against her leg, the silk of her dress not quite right. His sensors were still in the red after that electo-dagger slice, the effects shivering through his wiring. Lea pet his hair and hooked up her tablet to his body. "My sweet, why do you do this to us?"

He shrugged. "Dunno."

"We just want to make you a top of the line android. People will pay six figures just to get a generic brand of you. You, sweet, you're going to go for eight, maybe nine." She tapped away at his history logs, and he felt despair for a moment as she sought out Elaine's image and voice and sensory data and went about hard deleting it from his memory.

Then she was gone and Harry relaxed, feeling like himself again. "I'm sorry, Lea."

"I know you are. It's okay. We shouldn't have tackled your impulse control so early, it sent everything else flying out of control." She tutted under her breath and played with his hair some more, like a beloved pet. "We'll get it right this time. You'll be stable, we'll get you out of Alpha and into Beta, and, oh, the auction!" She patted his bare shoulders, above where the wires of her tablet fed into him. "Everyone is coming to see what you can do, sweet. You'll be wonderful!"

Harry nodded and laid his head back down, letting himself drop into sleep mode as Lea did her work.

Hmm... I'm not sure what this is exactly, but I'm greedy and want more. :D

...Speaking of being greedy, I'm a little concerned. Aren't you busy with MoC and the Baker!AU? I hope it isn't too much...

It's a total and complete rip-off of Janelle Monae's music. :laughs:

Ugh. I'm really sick today for TMI reasons, so I'm just messing around with this. It's not going to be anything plotty or even that long. Just trying to distract myself from the ow ow ow pain.

Marcone/Dresden

Inspired by "My (Not) so Imaginary Friend", in which Harry really IS the voice in Marcone's head back when he was a kid to a punk.

However, when he finally became "Gentleman John Marcone", he didn't notice, but Harry's voice kept getting fainter and fainter until one day, he tries to contact Harry and realizes that there isn't anyone there. Cue a lot of internal panicking and self!blame, realizing that in his search for "order", he ignored Harry.

How he gets back Harry is up to the Writer. Maybe a spell from an enemy gone wrong? The reason why Amanda survived, but isn't awake?

...Luce, this is cracked out awesome.

Now that he'd been in love, now that his ones and zeros lined up to you are a colossal idiot, he still didn't understand <3<3s foreeeeever.

I really am gonna have to look Monae up now.

I just wanted to point out to any interested writers, if Odin wins Harry and they negotiate some sort of employment (which, really, would be let that kind of power get away?), Harry could be assigned to Marcone as Gard's backup.

Or as a replacement when she goes on vacation/is on temporary assignment elsewhere.

...or Harry gets to work off his debt in trade, and offers to keep Marcone out of trouble on the supernatural front for a while so Gard has time to give a full report in person, and indulge herself with a little one-on-one time with her favorite football-player-type bodyguard.

And Odin agrees to let it partially cover some of that because, really, happy Valkyrie are better working Valkyrie. :) He takes care of his own.

Um. Yes please? Pretty please?

I love the setup. I thought the images the room threw up after Harry started trying to talk to it especially interesting. I mean, you've got some traditional porny images, but they're all with Harry held somehow, an element of force, that speaks to me on Harry's issues with consent, control and sex. Was that intentional?

I hope you are inspired to continue this, but if you aren't, you've still given me things to consider. Thanks! ^^

Round 2 is closed.

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Author-anon

Re: John/Harry - Beauty and the Beast

Fill: Love the Way You Love Me

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Billing God...

Underwear!Forthill

OP Re: sexting or phonesex, Marcone/Dresden

Saved by the Mafia AU

Android!Harry 1/?

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When the voice in my head disappeared...I'm going to get back.

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