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[(Anonymous)]

Harry Dresden spills a potion on Little Chicago that results in a nearly-citywide orgy.

Crack pairings are a must, and if you include Hendricks/Marcone/Gard too (so not a crack pairing, btw) it'd be just about perfect.

Re: Fill: Rude Hand Gestures at Fate 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

Delighted. Absolutely so.

I love reading fic where Harry and Lea have a chance to be more friendly than they are in canon--shame there isn't more of it. And interesting take on Lea's oath to Maggie! Clearly the distinction between 'safety' and 'well-being' is lost on most Sidhe, but your version of her seems to be more on the ball. I like.

Greatly looking forward to more! :D

[luciazephyr]

The timing on this is mighty suspicious, anon. :eyes you:

Re: Venture wants ALL the crossovers. 6/??

[samjohnsson]

Oh, wow, what. I need more of this yesterday!

Re: Android!Harry 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

The Baron's grin was electric. "It would be my honor."

LOVED THIS. This was a great, clever, exciting little sci-fi piece. Harry was still so perfectly Harry, despite being a head-chipped android.

also, um, I'm appalled that I've never heard of Janelle Monae before! So thank you for introducing me to her. *grabbyhands at ALL HER MUSIC, jfc*

Re: Fill 3/4

[(Anonymous)]

This is smokin'. You are made of win anon.

Re: Venture wants ALL the crossovers. 6/??

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Oh my stars and garters does this mean Marcone took his name from John Watson?


...AHAHAHAHA MARCONE IS A WATSON FANBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY. that is amazing and made of win.

[(Anonymous)]

Possible complication: Bob gets out of his skull- and possesses Little Chicago! Bob/everyone as the ultimate crack pairing?

Uh, maybe Bob was scheming this all long and gave Harry instructions for a potion that would result in spilling it? Possibly this is the true meaning of Spirit of Air and Intellect- Bob possesses the air of Chicago?

[(Anonymous)]

I think Bob possessing Little Chicago would be almost certain to cause orgies! And he'd probably have his own agenda and try to get people he thinks belong together or would be hot together to hook up...

[(Anonymous)]

:whistles innocently:

Re: OPEN PROMPT - Fire in the Blood

[(Anonymous)]

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Um. Didn't really have anymore planned for this. It was inspired by these prompts here:

http://scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org/306.html?thread=4402#cmt4402
http://scribe-protra.livejournal.com/215580.html?thread=3347740#t3347740

Basically, my brain went Hellhound puppies would be awesome! And then puttered off and left me with what I wrote instead. -_-;

Re: OPEN PROMPT - Fire in the Blood

[(Anonymous)]

Will see if I can bribe the vague ideas walking around my head into being written down. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Five lives Molly Carpenter never lived

[(Anonymous)]

In Proven Guilty Harry saw several possibilities of Molly’s future. I would like to see short vignettes based on those visions.

Re: Ms. Marcone Makes Do [1/several?]

[(Anonymous)]

It makes sense. Ripping out an earring it a quick and relatively easy way to mess up someones ear. wearing clip-ons means that if someone grabs them she won't be hurt. Prison guards wear clip on ties for the same reason.

Re: Venture wants ALL the crossovers. 6/??

[ventureforth]

You know, that wasn't meant to be Harry being sneaky. At first Marcone was going to interrupt to introduce himself. But I really wanted them to get "Gentleman Johnny of the Outfit" and with Watson there (or at all, really) Marcone would have played up the "Local businessman and entreprenure" angle.

Re: Venture wants ALL the crossovers. 6/??

[ventureforth]

I'm sure John Marcone has no idea what you mean. /innocence

DA

[(Anonymous)]

Well, you could have had John introduce himself as a businessman and Harry snort and correct him, loudly, but this works too.

Re: DA

[ventureforth]

I feel like after this, Harry is going to remember that moment and be like "OH SHIT, I bet that Dr. Watson guy knows Marcone's real name, GODDAMN IT!"

Like, he was so invested in the MUST NOT LET THE POOR BRITS LIKE THE CHARISMATIC CRIMINAL plan that he ignored the opportunity for blackmail potential.

And Marcone is torn between "Shit, Captain Watson knows I'm a criminal noooow, what if he doesn't LIIIIKE MEEE" and "Oh thank god, he didn't say my real name"

Re: Fill, 2/?: Rejoice in Thy Labor

[(Anonymous)]

Oh...Poor Michael, and the kids! You have a very clear and powerful voice, and I cannot wait for the next chapter.

Fill: Fortuitus Familia 12/?

[(Anonymous)]

Week 17

The delivery room was cold. It shouldn't have been, there were so many people in it that the room should have been stifling hot. Should have been too crowded to move. I pushed through the crowd, and it was both easy and slow, as if the room just kept getting bigger, stretching out so I couldn't get to the table.

Over the low murmur of voices I could hear the heavy, labored breathing of the woman on the table, her pants and the muffled grunts and groans. She wasn't screaming, like the women did in movies, just working through the pain.

I pushed through, stumbled out into a little clear space around the table and nearly tripped into it.

My mother was tired, sweaty and flushed. The doctor said something and it sounded like the adults in Peanuts. She rolled her eyes at him, a flash of teeth and then she was pushing. I felt the curse coming, that dark, evil mass of energy that I had touched before. I could see it in her face when she felt it too. No fear, but pain and anger. Regret.

Her eyes flashed, she screamed at the doctor, but there was suddenly no sound. He blanched, but there was a flurry of movement and a tiny, wrinkled shrimp of a baby was there, held in the doctors' hands, carried away from the table to be measured and weighed. Her- my little mouth was open, screaming, but I couldn't hear any of it. I didn't bother to watch the doctor and nurses taking care of me. I knew how that part of it ended. I watched my mother. Watched her lips move, felt the spark of the spell she sent out, attaching itself to me to mirror one she'd laid on Thomas years before. She propped herself up, the closest thing to standing she could manage, and gathered her will and her magic, digging deep.

The entropy curse hit her, and everything went wrong. Monitors went haywire, electronics sparked and exploded and the lights went out, leaving us in darkness. But I felt her death curse rush past me.

I gasped, choked, and kicked as I woke up. Mister gave a rough, unhappy mrrowl from the floor, where I'd kicked him off the bed, and I heard Mouses' soft, steady steps come into the room. My heart was going a mile a minute and I was shaking just a little.

"Fuck." I shoved at the pillows behind me and slowly rolled onto my back, waiting a few seconds before I tried to sit up. "Damn dreams." Mouse set his chin on the edge of the bed, giving me a sad, sympathetic look. I swung my legs over the side, bare feet cold on the floor and pulled his head into my lap, nose brushing the ever growing swell of my stomach. "Just a dream, buddy. It doesn't mean anything." I took a deep breath, taking the cold air of my apartment in and a little fluttering movement started up in my stomach. Mouse nosed me, making an inquisitive sound.

"Yeah. I guess I'm hungry too." I whispered the candles to life and looked at my Mickey Mouse clock. Five thirty. "Well, might as well get all the way up."

I puttered around in my kitchen for a few minutes, heating up one of the breakfast burritos I'd found in the ice box. They weren't store bought, and when I'd peeled it open it had been full of egg whites and meat and veggies. So the Toot-Hendricks connection was still working. Some of it went into Mister's bowl, and Mouse got a bite too, just for equality.

Then I headed down into the lab. Murphy had finally dropped off a copy of Mr. Wadsworth's schedule at my office the night before and I wanted to map it out on Little Chicago. I already had Josh's movements traced with a piece of blue yarn, and I was hopeful that there'd be an overlap of the two, giving me an area to concentrate on that was smaller than the entire damned city.

"Bob?" His skull rattled in a yawn, eyes popping to life.

"Hiya boss. Looking good there." I flipped my assistant off and tugged my flannel robe a little bit tighter. Bob had developed an unhealthy appreciation for my chest the past week or so. He insisted it was the best part of pregnancy - bigger breasts. Which really shouldn't have been a surprise, given his track record. But he usually knew enough to keep his mouth shut about me. Usually.

"Have you had any luck finding me my ghost? Any waves in the spirit world?"

"Not yet. None of the usual suspects have been active, it's past Halloween and I'm not hearing anything." Bob somehow managed to look sly. "Maybe if you let me ride around with you..."

"No. Never. No ridealongs, Bob. Not happening."

"You're no fun."

"I'm plenty of fun." I pulled the sheet off of Little Chicago, pulled out a skein of black yarn and got to work. It didn't take long, Mr. Wadsworth had not been a party animal.

"Hallelujah." I muttered it under my breath, smiling. There was a point of convergence. They'd both been down near the university the day before they came down with symptoms. Chance were good that's where they'd met their spook.

"Find something?"

"Yeah. Josh and Mr. Wadsworth were both down at the university." I tapped a nubby pencil against the pewter building. "There aren't any ghosts of significant strength over there, are there?"

"Not the last time I checked."

"And I didn't get anything when I went there right after Josh's attack." I shook my head. "I'll give Billy a call in a few hours, see if the Alpha's have noticed anything hinky."

~

I climbed out of the Beetle at Billy's apartment and heard my name being called. I glanced up to see Billy waving at me from their balcony. I waved back, my coat sliding open and watched his face freeze, go blank and then slide into open mouthed shock. He and Georgia had been on a really belated honeymoon and I hadn't had a chance to see them since they got back. I laughed as he nearly tripped over his own feet turning around to go back into the apartment.

He met me in the hall, right in front of the elevator. His eyes were still a little wide, but lit with what I recognized as good humor.

"Go ahead. Get it out."

"Did you see a bright white light? Hear voices telling you that future generations will call you blessed?" I shoved his shoulder, good naturedly. He didn't budge. Billy was a solid, muscular guy. "Alien abduction!"

"None of the above, and thanks for the vote of confidence in my dating skills." We got back into the elevator, headed down and for Billy's car to go check out the most likely spots.

"Dating? How do you even know that word?" He leaned over, putting his nose near my neck and inhaling.

"It's Mr. Mysterious, right?" I shot him a dirty look.

"Of course it is." You can't fool a werewolf's nose, even when they were in human form. Billy and the gang had known I was seeing someone since I took up with Marcone, I just hadn't told them who he was. And they'd respected my need to keep him private.

"Sooo...will we be getting to meet him? We need to vet him, you know. Make sure he's on the up and up. Give him the shovel talk."

"Oh, that's been handled. By someone much, much scarier than a pack of werewolves. And yeah. Eventually." I leaned against the back wall of the elevator, rocking back on my heels. "Not that I need to say it, but keep this in house?" He nodded. "It's John Marcone."

His smile would have terrified Little Red Riding Hood.

"What?"

"Georgia owes me fifty bucks."

"You guys had bets on who I was dating?"

"Of course. We have long running bets on a ton of things about you. There's the bet on when the Beetle will finally explode, the one over whether or not you're actually going to turn someone into a toad one day, oh! my favorite is the one where we've got odds on how you manage to set the entire city on fire." I held up my hands, laughing.

"Enough! Bunch of degenerates."

~

It was a long road near the dorms.

We walked along, slowly with Billy sniffing as surreptitiously as he could and I kept my senses out, searching. The area looked kind of familiar, but I couldn't quite place it yet. I kicked at a can, sending it skittering down an alley and as I watched it go, my memories clicked into place.

I grabbed Billy's shoulder and stopped him, hauling us back a few steps.

"What? What is it?"

"Shit. I recognize this place. I've been here before and I think I know who the ghost is. Fuck." I turned around and started walking the opposite direction. I could feel the dark energy again, just in my mind. There was no trace of it in the air around us now. It had been too many years ago for there to be a real taste of blood and death in my mouth.

"Harry, care to fill the rest of the class in?"

"Remember back a few years, when we had the zombie uprising on Halloween? All the dark wizards trying to make themselves gods?"

"The thing with the dinosaur. Yeah."

"Yeah. I killed one of them right over there." I nodded my head back toward the alley. "Called himself the Corpsetaker." If I thought about it, I could still see Anastasia Luccio's body collapsing, her head split open and the gun hot in my hand. "Damn. That's got to be it."

"Great. So let's go get rid of his ghost. That's easy enough, you said."

"Normally, sure. But the Corpsetaker was a necromancer. Very bad ass. I only killed him because I sucker punched him. I need a plan." And maybe some reinforcements.

Re: OP Re: Fill: Fortuitus Familia 11/?

[(Anonymous)]

Honest to god, your comment was the only thing I could remember about that prompt. And I couldn't find it again when I tried, so that's what I was aiming for! :)

I'm glad you approve of Lea. I love her, but I find it hard to write her. I don't think I have enough sneaky in me!

Yes! If Marcone ever gains a longer than human lifetime he will totally take the place over.

Re: Fill: Fortuitus Familia 11/?

[(Anonymous)]

*pets Harry's head*

She doesn't get it.

:D It was far more subtle than the shovel talk I gave when my best friend got engaged!

Re: Fill: Fortuitus Familia 11/?

[(Anonymous)]

Harry's still mostly Harry, no matter what. Which, yeah. Oblivious and not quite in touch with so many, many concepts. The fact that she doesn't get why he should even be mad in the first place makes it so much worse.

:D Thanks!

AU to Varying Degree

[(Anonymous)]

So what if Harry didn't go to Chicago when he left Ebeneazer's? Instead he chose to stay out in the country and work with horses? Shoeing, breaking, training, selling, any and all of the above. Can be magicless AU or Harry dealing with the things that wander the lonely back roads and open fields. How does Marcone react to this modernday, as oposed to urban, cowboy?
No, I didn't write this just because Harry on horseback would be hot, why do you ask?

OP Re: Fill: Fortuitus Familia 12/?

[(Anonymous)]

Aww, Mouse. When he's worried it's a bad sign. I hope that dream is just Harry's worries and nervousness, not a warning for something.

Billy and Georgia should get together with Hendricks and Gard about that betting thing. Because Hendricks and Gard totally does this too.