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Marcone encounters Dresden's wizardly endurance in bed.
His response?
"Challenge accepted."
His response?
"Challenge accepted."
Thomas/Male or Male/Thomas - preferably the latter.
So, in Blood Rites we get this:
“The usual,” he said. “The drive-through manager. She followed me into the walk-in freezer and started
ripping her clothes off. The owner walked through on an inspection about then and fired me on the spot.
From the look he was giving her , I think she was going to get a promotion. I hate gender discrimination.”
Followed by:
“At least it was a woman this time,” I said. “We’ve got to keep working on your control.”
My big question: WHAT HAPPENED THE FIRST TIME?
OP will be unavailable for the next few days, so to make things clear: anything goes, however a fill must include:
1 - Thomas/Male or Male/Thomas. He's at work, so those are the only real options; anon's choice customer or coworker.
2 - it happens at work. Let's not get into the bigotry and illegality of firing people for what they do in their off time, even in fiction. That's a bear to tackle for an EPIC fill instead.
So, in Blood Rites we get this:
“The usual,” he said. “The drive-through manager. She followed me into the walk-in freezer and started
ripping her clothes off. The owner walked through on an inspection about then and fired me on the spot.
From the look he was giving her , I think she was going to get a promotion. I hate gender discrimination.”
Followed by:
“At least it was a woman this time,” I said. “We’ve got to keep working on your control.”
My big question: WHAT HAPPENED THE FIRST TIME?
OP will be unavailable for the next few days, so to make things clear: anything goes, however a fill must include:
1 - Thomas/Male or Male/Thomas. He's at work, so those are the only real options; anon's choice customer or coworker.
2 - it happens at work. Let's not get into the bigotry and illegality of firing people for what they do in their off time, even in fiction. That's a bear to tackle for an EPIC fill instead.
Forgot to note: quotes come from Blood Rites chapter one. Yes, in CHAPTER ONE.
Didn't someone write a Harry/omc? or the start of one? I can't seem to find it.
I wrote a substantial amount of Harry/OMC porn on the way to a Harry/John fic, here http://scribe-protra.livejournal.com/215580.html?thread=3453980#t3453980
Is that what you were thinking of?
Is that what you were thinking of?
Bob takes control of an only sort-of unwilling Marcone's body so he/they can molest their favorite wizard.
Harry Dresden did not enjoy living with his brother. Thomas was a terrible roommate at times. So what if Harry, in a fit of anger, accidentally wished Thomas away to the Goblin King's kingdom and has to go rescue him?
Recast the Dresdenverse cast into Labyrinth. Harry is obviously Sarah. Who is the Goblin King? Marcone? Kincaid, the epic troll of the Dresdenverse? Someone else entirely?
Anon does not care about particulars, just wants from hilarious cracky fun.
Recast the Dresdenverse cast into Labyrinth. Harry is obviously Sarah. Who is the Goblin King? Marcone? Kincaid, the epic troll of the Dresdenverse? Someone else entirely?
Anon does not care about particulars, just wants from hilarious cracky fun.
Who is the Goblin King?
Er, that would be the Erlking. Technically.
But don't let that spoil your fun ;)
(I actually was going to suggest Lea, straight off, since she seems to fit more thematically.
But hey, Changes, chapter 35, Erlking is refered to as "Lord of the Goblins of Faerie" and who am I to argue?)
Er, that would be the Erlking. Technically.
But don't let that spoil your fun ;)
(I actually was going to suggest Lea, straight off, since she seems to fit more thematically.
But hey, Changes, chapter 35, Erlking is refered to as "Lord of the Goblins of Faerie" and who am I to argue?)
Part of this fic (http://scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org/306.html?thread=375346#cmt375346) won't get out of my head:
"You should have come to me... Instead of that Faerie Queen. ... You should have been mine"
AU where Harry sells himself to Marcone instead of Mab. I want to see what happens when the immediate crisis situations in Changes are resolved: Harry and Maggie are both healthy and safe from the Red Court, which may or may not have been exterminated. Harry belongs to Marcone now - what happens and how does he deal with it? Hoping for both serious exploration of the issues and smut.
"You should have come to me... Instead of that Faerie Queen. ... You should have been mine"
AU where Harry sells himself to Marcone instead of Mab. I want to see what happens when the immediate crisis situations in Changes are resolved: Harry and Maggie are both healthy and safe from the Red Court, which may or may not have been exterminated. Harry belongs to Marcone now - what happens and how does he deal with it? Hoping for both serious exploration of the issues and smut.
Mac/Dresden Everyone/Dresden
In which, everyone loses against Mac and Harry's none the wiser.
In which, everyone loses against Mac and Harry's none the wiser.
Anyone/Female!Dresden
In order to try to boost Harry's confidence in herself, someone buys her sexy lingerie. Harry's embaressed, but eventually, one day, she tries it on and is confused by the new sensations.
Of course, the day she happens to try it on is the day when she's forced to remove her clothes in front of someone (fire, dirt, acid, etc.).
Bonus: Could be anyone or more, but OP would like to see Hendricks reaction. Maybe Gard invites her?
In order to try to boost Harry's confidence in herself, someone buys her sexy lingerie. Harry's embaressed, but eventually, one day, she tries it on and is confused by the new sensations.
Of course, the day she happens to try it on is the day when she's forced to remove her clothes in front of someone (fire, dirt, acid, etc.).
Bonus: Could be anyone or more, but OP would like to see Hendricks reaction. Maybe Gard invites her?
"You're fucking kidding me, Kincaid." I said, and slammed the door in his face.
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I screamed at the thing that dropped out of the mail. The return address read Chateau Raith.
"What the fuck is this?" I yelped, backing away.
Bob peered at it. "Thongs."
"It's a piece of string!" I used tongs to throw it away.
::::::
"I don't want to hear about it, Charity. Lalala." I clapped my hands over my ears.
"You have to learn to take your sexuality seriously, Harry," Charity said patiently, patting my hand. I recoiled in horror. Everything felt so wrong at the moment. "I know that you've been celibate for years now-"
"It has nothing to do with underwear! If I want to have sex I'd go out to a bar!"
"The point is that you don't-"
"OH MY GOD!" I screamed and ran out of the house.
:::::
I stood there, a little floored, in front of the mirror. I wore the- stuff- Thomas had given to me in a parcel, a patient brotherly look on his face. I'd wanted to punch him.
But, you know, it was really surprising.
I wasn't, you know, sexy. I was too tall and too skinny for sexy, and barely had any breasts to speak of, really. And I had large feet and knobby knees and- okay, you kind of get it, right? I often looked at my reflection and wondered why I was missing an Adam's apple. That was how it was.
But, okay, looking at the mirror just then, I just felt blank. Which was a definite step up from wanting to run away, I mean. So that was good.
I had a long sort of body, and the lace just emphasized how disproportionate it was. Or at least, it should have. That it didn't was the most surprising thing. Susan once told me that I had miles of long pale skin, and I'd waved her off, but- I could see where she was coming from. There was all this black stuff wound around my thighs and pelvis, and, hey, fishnets. So I blinked at myself and really wondered.
Thomas's tastefully picked- my mind balked at the notion that my brother was picking out lingerie for his thirty two year old sister- bra didn't try to make my breasts look larger, but sort of... skirted around it, I don't know. There was the gentle slope of- more 'miles of long pale skin', I remembered Susan running her hand over it- and then, suddenly, black lace. It looked nice. I looked nice. The straps weren't small. A lot of my bras make me look freakishly broad, which I'm not, really, but- my brother, the hairdresser. He had taste.
I stood back and blinked at myself and ran a hand up from my hip to my left breast, and... I liked it. I liked the way I looked.
So, what the hell. I kept it on when I threw on a sweatshirt and jeans and long ugly old boots and gloves, covering everything up. Thomas hated that. Susan had hated that. Justin had as well, had pointed out Elaine as a sartorial paragon of feminism, but I didn't have Elaine's golden curves and lovely hips. Which was fine with me, all three of us knew whom Justin liked to touch more.
I like being covered up, okay? It was in the boiling midst of July, and I went out in full gear, leather duster and all.
Which should have protected me from that acid.
It was dismaying. I'd forgotten all about the underwear when it happened, you know, being busy fighting rogue Summer Fae and all. Somewhere up Bloomington Avenue I realized I needed help- I mean, to prevent collateral damage, not take them down- and called Marcone.
I fucking hate calling Marcone, and he's not so hot about me, either. I don't know how much I cost him in insurance. But he sent help fast enough and upgraded it when he heard it was the orphanage being attacked.
He's not a terrible guy.
It was both Hendricks and Gard who arrived, which was, it meant it had been a slow day at work. We divvied up the work- pretty cool teamwork, that day; Gard and I drove them into a blank wall where Hendricks met them with a machine gun. Iron shells. Boom. The last one swarmed at me and caught my leg, threw me into the wall. It drooled over me when I was down.
Which, you know, I hadn't known would be a problem. So lay there, staring up at the city lights and thinking, it's pretty hot, this summer, when I realized Gard was shaking my shoulder and saying I'd better not get caught from public exposure.
"Blutzitzit?" I said. "Shamzit. Cloz."
"Dresden." Gard sounded impatient. "Your clothes have melted away."
That got my attention. "Apartm," I said into the gravel, but nothing happened. I had to get away. "Apartar-"
Gard's hand clapped over my mouth. "Not here, you idiot. It leads straight into Summer from here."
No, I didn't care, because now I realized my duster had melted away. Oh fuck, I knew this one. They used it to root out fugitives in caves. The asphalt was already sizzling beneath it, the liquid having as much effect as water on flesh. "Oh my god," I moaned.
"Sigrun." Hendricks coughed. "Um, she."
"Is right here," I mumbled into the dust, even though I didn't particularly feel like reminding him.
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They took me to one of Marcone's shelters. War shelters, I mean. Small place. They waited in the same room as I stripped and realized what they must have known all along; I was still wearing that terrible shit. I felt my cheeks burn as I plucked at my torn fishnet. Hendricks faced away from me, bent over a gun he'd reassembled five times in the last fourteen minutes.
"I suppose you don't have any new clothes lying around," I said weakly. I was down to my bra, the sweater having been little to no help in my predicament.
Gard stared at me, face unreadable. "Not in your size."
"Fantastic," I said brightly. "Okay, I suppose it doesn't lead into Summer from here? I'll be going, then. Wyldfae don't mind naked mortals."
"They certainly don't," Gard said, and she meant something different. "You're not going through the Nevernever in that state."
I'd left my staff at home, and had lost my duster and bracelet. I was cranky because she was right. "Fine, I'm not. Any suggestions?"
Gard leaned back on the wall, crossing her arms. I took it to mean, "walk into the bedroom and wrap those blankets around you while you fall asleep".
"I'll leave in the morning," I said, burrowing in nicely. "Promise. I'll have enough juice to run a decent veil by then."
I could hear them arguing as I fell asleep.
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When I woke up, there was something on my shoulder. Bizarrely, I thought 'cat or dog?' before starting up and realizing it was Hendricks' hand. He was looking at me, absolutely expressionless.
"Geez, Cuje," I said, not alarmed at all. "Chill, you could have just called me."
"Dresden," Gard said from the other side. Which changed everything; I suddenly felt walled in and threatened, and realized I very nearly naked. I held still, and waited for them to make a move.
They didn't. It was up to me.
So, okay. I took a look around. Hendricks had taken off his Kevlar, and was wearing just a loose shirt and his trousers. I couldn't reconcile that with, you know, him, and his hand, still on my neck, made it hard to think. I was aware of his pinkie brushing over my bra strap.
Gard was in that professional killer skirt, the one that showed off her long demigod legs and strong slender thighs beneath that. And. My mind stalled, because she was still wearing that blouse, but here was this, I could see her nipples beneath it.
I was pretty sure that hadn't happened before.
"Oh," I said, realization dawning. "Guys, sorry. You just had to say."
They exchanged a look.
"I mean, yeah, I get it," I rambled, rising. I saw both their eyes zero in on my bra. I crossed my arms, more than a little self conscious. "I- okay, I'll be in the other room, okay? You guys, um. Whatever. I can get to sleep just fine-"
Hendricks looked slightly pained. "Dresden," he said.
"Let's not talk about this, ever, I swear I won't tell Marcone," I babbled as I rose, slinging one leg- still in the torn fishnet- out of the bed. Their eyes moved again. It was disconcerting. "Or he probably already knows, none of my business, I get it, I'll be out of your hair in a sec-"
"Sky on fire," Gard said, a curse I hadn't heard before, and for a split second I imagined that she leaned forward and shoved me down, her thumbs pressing against my breasts.
And a second after that I stopped imagining it and started realizing that I wasn't imagining it.
Valkyries, they, didn't proposition mildly. She was all over me after that, and okay, sue me, I'm into women. I realized, way back, when it was just me and Justin and Elaine and I'd steal into Elaine's room after Justin had finished with her lessons- hers came after mine- and cradle her and tell her nonsense stories to cheer her up. She'd sling a leg over my hip and push her head under my jaw and she'd smell nice and I'd think-
But that's not the story, right, the story is that Sigrun Gard was snarling and tearing at my bra with her teeth, what was this world, and someone was making these breathy moans and sighs, and yeah, that was me. It took me a second to realize that, but the revelation was eclipsed by the other one, the fact that Hendricks had somehow slid in behind my back and I could feel his cock straining up against his pants and in between my ass.
Which, oh. It was nice that I was too distracted to think about that. If I'd thought about that, I would have- I don't know.
Gard's nails raked down my thigh, tearing off most of the fishnet in one go, and that was unbelievably hot, somehow. She fastened my neck to Hendricks' shoulder with her mouth, and I could feel him unhooking my bra with such an out-of-place methodical precision that- oh, and after that he slid his hands around to cup my breasts, and then I melted against him bonelessly. He was a big guy, and it felt good, somewhere to lean on.
It wasn't my first time with multiple partners, but it had been a while, and I'd never been in the center of it. Whenever I tried to lean forward to kiss Gard's neck or wrap my arms around her waist, or shuffle my hips a bit so I could trap Hendricks’ cock between my thighs- well, I managed that last one, but mostly my attempts to reciprocate properly were gently pushed aside, and after a few minutes I gave up and gave in. I was completely naked by then, and I could feel them touching me at the same time, one of Hendricks’ thick fingers sliding in parallel with Gard's. I don't know whose name I screamed when I came for the first time, a decent but unsatisfying climax- they still pressed relentlessly against me, and it was so nice-
I was so loose that I nearly didn't notice when Hendricks slid in, grunting in my ear. I tipped my chin up and he obligingly leaned forward to lip at my neck. I was stretched out like that, Gard's slickness on my belly as she rubbed against me, and after the first few thrusts I found the rhythm, watching Gard pant slit-eyed above me. Her hair had come undone, and her blouse was missing a few buttons, and she looked- oh. And on Hendricks' fifth thrust or so she shimmied down, leaving a trail of liquid on my stomach and thigh, and pushed up a finger with it.
I think I sobbed a little, but I don't remember, because after that she bent her head down and started to lick.
Which.
That.
You know.
Her tongue wormed up alongside Hendricks’ cock as he thrust in from the behind, and I could feel his hot hiss on the shell of my ear; it must have been amazing for him too. I felt his hand slide down my breast to grab my hand as Gard's tongue, her fucking tongue, it skirted around the dick in me. I felt teeth. So did Hendricks, and we tightened our hold on each other. Perhaps involuntarily, I clenched hard, and I could feel his stomach ripple as he struggled to keep control. That was good. I like that. Gard paused, down there, tangling finger and tongue, and I could feel her low laugh against my thigh.
"Pull out, start from the other side," she told Hendricks. Something had changed. I actually cried out when he pulled out, hot and wet. My back met the warm mattress as he rolled out. They exchanged some silent communication, which I felt in the tense seconds as they paused, both looming above me as I shook right there, maybe hating them a little. But I wasn't really thinking of that.
Hendricks pulled at my shoulders and rolled me over. I'm not a light woman. I'm skinny as hell but tall, and it usually counts for something. Apparently not this time, because I was back on his cock in a few seconds without having twitched a muscle of my own, and this time I could watch his eyes flutter shut as I fucked myself on him. I watched his face move, fascinated despite myself.
Gard moved in between our hips, where neither of us could see, and I tensed when I felt her nose against my hip, but then Hendricks gave a low choked cry and said Sigrun like he didn't want to say it, and I think I felt her smile as she put her mouth on a hole that wasn't mine. I think I grinned, because when I paid attention I could see Hendricks' blue eyes fixed on mine, his mouth parted, sweat on his upper lip and temples and-
Gard might not have seen (but she might have known). Don't tell anyone. It was- I couldn't help myself, I bent my neck a little and kissed him, not on the lips but above his right eyebrow, where sparse red hairs soaked into sweaty skin. Things went slow for a moment, and then Hendricks moved his head so that my lips were on his neck, and yeah, I was fine with that. I bit and licked the thick tendons on his neck as he came, pulsing into me. I smoothly clenched and drew up and out of him at the same time- Justin had taught me this- and he definitely appreciated it, I could hear his shocked groan as he went loose and limp under us. I let go and shuddered at the same time, a few seconds out of synch, rubbing my hips against one of his muscled thighs as I came.
"Clumsy oafs," Gard said, but she didn't sound angry. I had enough presence of mind to twist and reach behind, finding a lucky angle to lick between her thighs. She helped, and I felt the salt on her fingers as I licked them and past them, and she didn't sound too unhappy as she gave a soft sigh, the only signal that she was finished.
She draped herself on Hendricks’ chest and nodded off instantly. I felt flattered; it probably meant she trusted me not to kill her in her sleep. Hendricks lay awake, though, watching me through slit lids, obviously trying hard not to drop off.
I sat there like that, breasts bare and oddly self conscious again, noticing details like they were new; Gard's blonde hair scattered on Hendricks' hairy chest, his large hands draped on Gard's shoulderblade.
It was just sex, and I was the third wheel again. I didn't feel too bad about that; I stood up, not bothering to look around for my clothes. Ruined anyway. I drew up a spell- physically exhausted, but magically replenished- nothing did that for you like sex- and wrapped it around me, layers of reflective light that would act as clothes as I got home.
"You don't have to," Hendricks said when I made for the door.
I stopped there. "I'd feel better if I did."
Hendricks watched me closely, but I didn't meet his eyes. And then there were no words for a minute, and I stood there, numb but warm and sated. He finally spoke up when I'd decided to go anyway, strange hospitality be damned. "You look good in that stuff."
I paused, unable to believe my ears. After everything. I almost said "What?" but didn't, because I knew perfectly well what he was talking about, incredible as it was. "Really?"
"Yeah," he said, and gave me something that was nearly a smile before turning his head determinedly into the pillow and shutting me out of his world. It had probably been Gard's idea, anyway. I found myself grinning a little.
It was time I went shopping with my brother, maybe.
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I screamed at the thing that dropped out of the mail. The return address read Chateau Raith.
"What the fuck is this?" I yelped, backing away.
Bob peered at it. "Thongs."
"It's a piece of string!" I used tongs to throw it away.
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"I don't want to hear about it, Charity. Lalala." I clapped my hands over my ears.
"You have to learn to take your sexuality seriously, Harry," Charity said patiently, patting my hand. I recoiled in horror. Everything felt so wrong at the moment. "I know that you've been celibate for years now-"
"It has nothing to do with underwear! If I want to have sex I'd go out to a bar!"
"The point is that you don't-"
"OH MY GOD!" I screamed and ran out of the house.
:::::
I stood there, a little floored, in front of the mirror. I wore the- stuff- Thomas had given to me in a parcel, a patient brotherly look on his face. I'd wanted to punch him.
But, you know, it was really surprising.
I wasn't, you know, sexy. I was too tall and too skinny for sexy, and barely had any breasts to speak of, really. And I had large feet and knobby knees and- okay, you kind of get it, right? I often looked at my reflection and wondered why I was missing an Adam's apple. That was how it was.
But, okay, looking at the mirror just then, I just felt blank. Which was a definite step up from wanting to run away, I mean. So that was good.
I had a long sort of body, and the lace just emphasized how disproportionate it was. Or at least, it should have. That it didn't was the most surprising thing. Susan once told me that I had miles of long pale skin, and I'd waved her off, but- I could see where she was coming from. There was all this black stuff wound around my thighs and pelvis, and, hey, fishnets. So I blinked at myself and really wondered.
Thomas's tastefully picked- my mind balked at the notion that my brother was picking out lingerie for his thirty two year old sister- bra didn't try to make my breasts look larger, but sort of... skirted around it, I don't know. There was the gentle slope of- more 'miles of long pale skin', I remembered Susan running her hand over it- and then, suddenly, black lace. It looked nice. I looked nice. The straps weren't small. A lot of my bras make me look freakishly broad, which I'm not, really, but- my brother, the hairdresser. He had taste.
I stood back and blinked at myself and ran a hand up from my hip to my left breast, and... I liked it. I liked the way I looked.
So, what the hell. I kept it on when I threw on a sweatshirt and jeans and long ugly old boots and gloves, covering everything up. Thomas hated that. Susan had hated that. Justin had as well, had pointed out Elaine as a sartorial paragon of feminism, but I didn't have Elaine's golden curves and lovely hips. Which was fine with me, all three of us knew whom Justin liked to touch more.
I like being covered up, okay? It was in the boiling midst of July, and I went out in full gear, leather duster and all.
Which should have protected me from that acid.
It was dismaying. I'd forgotten all about the underwear when it happened, you know, being busy fighting rogue Summer Fae and all. Somewhere up Bloomington Avenue I realized I needed help- I mean, to prevent collateral damage, not take them down- and called Marcone.
I fucking hate calling Marcone, and he's not so hot about me, either. I don't know how much I cost him in insurance. But he sent help fast enough and upgraded it when he heard it was the orphanage being attacked.
He's not a terrible guy.
It was both Hendricks and Gard who arrived, which was, it meant it had been a slow day at work. We divvied up the work- pretty cool teamwork, that day; Gard and I drove them into a blank wall where Hendricks met them with a machine gun. Iron shells. Boom. The last one swarmed at me and caught my leg, threw me into the wall. It drooled over me when I was down.
Which, you know, I hadn't known would be a problem. So lay there, staring up at the city lights and thinking, it's pretty hot, this summer, when I realized Gard was shaking my shoulder and saying I'd better not get caught from public exposure.
"Blutzitzit?" I said. "Shamzit. Cloz."
"Dresden." Gard sounded impatient. "Your clothes have melted away."
That got my attention. "Apartm," I said into the gravel, but nothing happened. I had to get away. "Apartar-"
Gard's hand clapped over my mouth. "Not here, you idiot. It leads straight into Summer from here."
No, I didn't care, because now I realized my duster had melted away. Oh fuck, I knew this one. They used it to root out fugitives in caves. The asphalt was already sizzling beneath it, the liquid having as much effect as water on flesh. "Oh my god," I moaned.
"Sigrun." Hendricks coughed. "Um, she."
"Is right here," I mumbled into the dust, even though I didn't particularly feel like reminding him.
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They took me to one of Marcone's shelters. War shelters, I mean. Small place. They waited in the same room as I stripped and realized what they must have known all along; I was still wearing that terrible shit. I felt my cheeks burn as I plucked at my torn fishnet. Hendricks faced away from me, bent over a gun he'd reassembled five times in the last fourteen minutes.
"I suppose you don't have any new clothes lying around," I said weakly. I was down to my bra, the sweater having been little to no help in my predicament.
Gard stared at me, face unreadable. "Not in your size."
"Fantastic," I said brightly. "Okay, I suppose it doesn't lead into Summer from here? I'll be going, then. Wyldfae don't mind naked mortals."
"They certainly don't," Gard said, and she meant something different. "You're not going through the Nevernever in that state."
I'd left my staff at home, and had lost my duster and bracelet. I was cranky because she was right. "Fine, I'm not. Any suggestions?"
Gard leaned back on the wall, crossing her arms. I took it to mean, "walk into the bedroom and wrap those blankets around you while you fall asleep".
"I'll leave in the morning," I said, burrowing in nicely. "Promise. I'll have enough juice to run a decent veil by then."
I could hear them arguing as I fell asleep.
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When I woke up, there was something on my shoulder. Bizarrely, I thought 'cat or dog?' before starting up and realizing it was Hendricks' hand. He was looking at me, absolutely expressionless.
"Geez, Cuje," I said, not alarmed at all. "Chill, you could have just called me."
"Dresden," Gard said from the other side. Which changed everything; I suddenly felt walled in and threatened, and realized I very nearly naked. I held still, and waited for them to make a move.
They didn't. It was up to me.
So, okay. I took a look around. Hendricks had taken off his Kevlar, and was wearing just a loose shirt and his trousers. I couldn't reconcile that with, you know, him, and his hand, still on my neck, made it hard to think. I was aware of his pinkie brushing over my bra strap.
Gard was in that professional killer skirt, the one that showed off her long demigod legs and strong slender thighs beneath that. And. My mind stalled, because she was still wearing that blouse, but here was this, I could see her nipples beneath it.
I was pretty sure that hadn't happened before.
"Oh," I said, realization dawning. "Guys, sorry. You just had to say."
They exchanged a look.
"I mean, yeah, I get it," I rambled, rising. I saw both their eyes zero in on my bra. I crossed my arms, more than a little self conscious. "I- okay, I'll be in the other room, okay? You guys, um. Whatever. I can get to sleep just fine-"
Hendricks looked slightly pained. "Dresden," he said.
"Let's not talk about this, ever, I swear I won't tell Marcone," I babbled as I rose, slinging one leg- still in the torn fishnet- out of the bed. Their eyes moved again. It was disconcerting. "Or he probably already knows, none of my business, I get it, I'll be out of your hair in a sec-"
"Sky on fire," Gard said, a curse I hadn't heard before, and for a split second I imagined that she leaned forward and shoved me down, her thumbs pressing against my breasts.
And a second after that I stopped imagining it and started realizing that I wasn't imagining it.
Valkyries, they, didn't proposition mildly. She was all over me after that, and okay, sue me, I'm into women. I realized, way back, when it was just me and Justin and Elaine and I'd steal into Elaine's room after Justin had finished with her lessons- hers came after mine- and cradle her and tell her nonsense stories to cheer her up. She'd sling a leg over my hip and push her head under my jaw and she'd smell nice and I'd think-
But that's not the story, right, the story is that Sigrun Gard was snarling and tearing at my bra with her teeth, what was this world, and someone was making these breathy moans and sighs, and yeah, that was me. It took me a second to realize that, but the revelation was eclipsed by the other one, the fact that Hendricks had somehow slid in behind my back and I could feel his cock straining up against his pants and in between my ass.
Which, oh. It was nice that I was too distracted to think about that. If I'd thought about that, I would have- I don't know.
Gard's nails raked down my thigh, tearing off most of the fishnet in one go, and that was unbelievably hot, somehow. She fastened my neck to Hendricks' shoulder with her mouth, and I could feel him unhooking my bra with such an out-of-place methodical precision that- oh, and after that he slid his hands around to cup my breasts, and then I melted against him bonelessly. He was a big guy, and it felt good, somewhere to lean on.
It wasn't my first time with multiple partners, but it had been a while, and I'd never been in the center of it. Whenever I tried to lean forward to kiss Gard's neck or wrap my arms around her waist, or shuffle my hips a bit so I could trap Hendricks’ cock between my thighs- well, I managed that last one, but mostly my attempts to reciprocate properly were gently pushed aside, and after a few minutes I gave up and gave in. I was completely naked by then, and I could feel them touching me at the same time, one of Hendricks’ thick fingers sliding in parallel with Gard's. I don't know whose name I screamed when I came for the first time, a decent but unsatisfying climax- they still pressed relentlessly against me, and it was so nice-
I was so loose that I nearly didn't notice when Hendricks slid in, grunting in my ear. I tipped my chin up and he obligingly leaned forward to lip at my neck. I was stretched out like that, Gard's slickness on my belly as she rubbed against me, and after the first few thrusts I found the rhythm, watching Gard pant slit-eyed above me. Her hair had come undone, and her blouse was missing a few buttons, and she looked- oh. And on Hendricks' fifth thrust or so she shimmied down, leaving a trail of liquid on my stomach and thigh, and pushed up a finger with it.
I think I sobbed a little, but I don't remember, because after that she bent her head down and started to lick.
Which.
That.
You know.
Her tongue wormed up alongside Hendricks’ cock as he thrust in from the behind, and I could feel his hot hiss on the shell of my ear; it must have been amazing for him too. I felt his hand slide down my breast to grab my hand as Gard's tongue, her fucking tongue, it skirted around the dick in me. I felt teeth. So did Hendricks, and we tightened our hold on each other. Perhaps involuntarily, I clenched hard, and I could feel his stomach ripple as he struggled to keep control. That was good. I like that. Gard paused, down there, tangling finger and tongue, and I could feel her low laugh against my thigh.
"Pull out, start from the other side," she told Hendricks. Something had changed. I actually cried out when he pulled out, hot and wet. My back met the warm mattress as he rolled out. They exchanged some silent communication, which I felt in the tense seconds as they paused, both looming above me as I shook right there, maybe hating them a little. But I wasn't really thinking of that.
Hendricks pulled at my shoulders and rolled me over. I'm not a light woman. I'm skinny as hell but tall, and it usually counts for something. Apparently not this time, because I was back on his cock in a few seconds without having twitched a muscle of my own, and this time I could watch his eyes flutter shut as I fucked myself on him. I watched his face move, fascinated despite myself.
Gard moved in between our hips, where neither of us could see, and I tensed when I felt her nose against my hip, but then Hendricks gave a low choked cry and said Sigrun like he didn't want to say it, and I think I felt her smile as she put her mouth on a hole that wasn't mine. I think I grinned, because when I paid attention I could see Hendricks' blue eyes fixed on mine, his mouth parted, sweat on his upper lip and temples and-
Gard might not have seen (but she might have known). Don't tell anyone. It was- I couldn't help myself, I bent my neck a little and kissed him, not on the lips but above his right eyebrow, where sparse red hairs soaked into sweaty skin. Things went slow for a moment, and then Hendricks moved his head so that my lips were on his neck, and yeah, I was fine with that. I bit and licked the thick tendons on his neck as he came, pulsing into me. I smoothly clenched and drew up and out of him at the same time- Justin had taught me this- and he definitely appreciated it, I could hear his shocked groan as he went loose and limp under us. I let go and shuddered at the same time, a few seconds out of synch, rubbing my hips against one of his muscled thighs as I came.
"Clumsy oafs," Gard said, but she didn't sound angry. I had enough presence of mind to twist and reach behind, finding a lucky angle to lick between her thighs. She helped, and I felt the salt on her fingers as I licked them and past them, and she didn't sound too unhappy as she gave a soft sigh, the only signal that she was finished.
She draped herself on Hendricks’ chest and nodded off instantly. I felt flattered; it probably meant she trusted me not to kill her in her sleep. Hendricks lay awake, though, watching me through slit lids, obviously trying hard not to drop off.
I sat there like that, breasts bare and oddly self conscious again, noticing details like they were new; Gard's blonde hair scattered on Hendricks' hairy chest, his large hands draped on Gard's shoulderblade.
It was just sex, and I was the third wheel again. I didn't feel too bad about that; I stood up, not bothering to look around for my clothes. Ruined anyway. I drew up a spell- physically exhausted, but magically replenished- nothing did that for you like sex- and wrapped it around me, layers of reflective light that would act as clothes as I got home.
"You don't have to," Hendricks said when I made for the door.
I stopped there. "I'd feel better if I did."
Hendricks watched me closely, but I didn't meet his eyes. And then there were no words for a minute, and I stood there, numb but warm and sated. He finally spoke up when I'd decided to go anyway, strange hospitality be damned. "You look good in that stuff."
I paused, unable to believe my ears. After everything. I almost said "What?" but didn't, because I knew perfectly well what he was talking about, incredible as it was. "Really?"
"Yeah," he said, and gave me something that was nearly a smile before turning his head determinedly into the pillow and shutting me out of his world. It had probably been Gard's idea, anyway. I found myself grinning a little.
It was time I went shopping with my brother, maybe.
Editor!Marcone/Writer!Dresden Bonus: Donar/Dresden Marcone/Dresden/Donar
Harry Dresden is a simple man with a horrifying past, who just wants to be able to write books for children. He has amazing talent, but is rough and unpolished. People either dismiss him or see him for his talents, but want to use him.
Marcone is a terribly efficient editor who is a perfectionalist, but is hard to work with although many try to hire him.
He usually helps his friend, Hendricks, with philosophy, documents, and stories that focus on society.
At first, he dismisses Harry as childish if intriguing, but when he reads Harry's rough drafts by accident, he finds them to be inspiring and something that will continue to be in the hearts of children till adulthood.
Bonus: Donar is Harry's caretaker after the DuMorne affair and Harry has a crush on him. :D
Harry Dresden is a simple man with a horrifying past, who just wants to be able to write books for children. He has amazing talent, but is rough and unpolished. People either dismiss him or see him for his talents, but want to use him.
Marcone is a terribly efficient editor who is a perfectionalist, but is hard to work with although many try to hire him.
He usually helps his friend, Hendricks, with philosophy, documents, and stories that focus on society.
At first, he dismisses Harry as childish if intriguing, but when he reads Harry's rough drafts by accident, he finds them to be inspiring and something that will continue to be in the hearts of children till adulthood.
Bonus: Donar is Harry's caretaker after the DuMorne affair and Harry has a crush on him. :D
oh my god seconded, seconded so hard
I even know an artist who's style I could see for this. very simple, beautiful, colorful, but with the capacity for dark, beautiful stuff...
I even know an artist who's style I could see for this. very simple, beautiful, colorful, but with the capacity for dark, beautiful stuff...
Re: One that will inspire generations...
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- 2011-03-13 12:08 (UTC) - ExpandDonar/Dresden Everyone/Dresden
I which Harry is completely streamrolled by his boyfriend. He might be bitching about it, but everyone can tell that he's really pleased with all the romantic gifts given to him. Cause he's a sap and a romantic at heart.
Everyone notices how happy Harry is.
Bonus: If writer wants, they can turn this into a threesome, foursome, whatever.
I which Harry is completely streamrolled by his boyfriend. He might be bitching about it, but everyone can tell that he's really pleased with all the romantic gifts given to him. Cause he's a sap and a romantic at heart.
Everyone notices how happy Harry is.
Bonus: If writer wants, they can turn this into a threesome, foursome, whatever.
Lara/Harry, Thomas/Harry, Lara/Thomas(Optional), Someone/Dresden
Harry Dresden is the half-brother of Thomas Raith who found him after the death of his father, and immediately, adopted him. Now Harry has to deal with his family constantly making advancing on him, their admirers, and protecting him from their admirers. Especially when Thomas decides to get a job.
What he doesn't know is that Thomas and Lara are also constantly protecting him from his admirers.
Harry Dresden is the half-brother of Thomas Raith who found him after the death of his father, and immediately, adopted him. Now Harry has to deal with his family constantly making advancing on him, their admirers, and protecting him from their admirers. Especially when Thomas decides to get a job.
What he doesn't know is that Thomas and Lara are also constantly protecting him from his admirers.
Orgy, fuck to save the world! Which is necessary, because I'd love to see:
- Michael / Charity (just doing each other, but in the presence of others)
- Could Susan and Thomas have sex in a non-fatal way? Maybe with each other? Maybe in a way that wouldn't hurt Harry? Ooh, or Lara/Susan?
- How could Ana have sex in a way that wouldn't feel non-con to her? Maybe Rashid? Karrin?
- Who would consensually molest Carlos? I suspect Sanya!
- Is Harry just watching, or participating?
- Hendricks/Gard?
- Is Shiro there? Depends on the timeline I guess.
Involve as many people as possible! Just make it consensual.
- Who'd consensually molest Carlos? Harry? Kincaid?
- Michael / Charity (just doing each other, but in the presence of others)
- Could Susan and Thomas have sex in a non-fatal way? Maybe with each other? Maybe in a way that wouldn't hurt Harry? Ooh, or Lara/Susan?
- How could Ana have sex in a way that wouldn't feel non-con to her? Maybe Rashid? Karrin?
- Who would consensually molest Carlos? I suspect Sanya!
- Is Harry just watching, or participating?
- Hendricks/Gard?
- Is Shiro there? Depends on the timeline I guess.
Involve as many people as possible! Just make it consensual.
- Who'd consensually molest Carlos? Harry? Kincaid?
A fusion of sorts, but only on the surface level as I don't want an exact plot match with Disney. Because Disney... just no. And the real Little Mermaid? Too sad of an ending. Something in the middle, please.
Role fill ideas (Character = Match (Role)):
Harry = Ariel (Mermaid)
Justin = Triton (Overbearing Father)
Lea = Ursula (Sea Witch/"Evil" character)
Kincaid = Sebastien (Aide who watches Mermaid/sent to fetch her)
Elaine = Sister Mermaid (Sister)
John = Prince (Human)
Hendricks = Albert (Human's Assistant)
Feel free to mix and match as you like! This are only ideas.
I would love it if Marcone wasn't exactly a good prince, but wasn't a bad prince either, and if Harry is fascinated by what he does see of John (and thinks he isn't bad). Also, would love if Lea is still Harry's godmother, but turns Harry human to escape Justin - but still has an ultimatum he must meet (like Ursula did for Ariel).
This is probably crack, yes, but... please?
There's even kinky sex possibility! I mean, come on, Harry wouldn't have ever been able to experience sex as a human before, right? Everything would be new, and it wouldn't be something he could just ask anyone about...
Role fill ideas (Character = Match (Role)):
Harry = Ariel (Mermaid)
Justin = Triton (Overbearing Father)
Lea = Ursula (Sea Witch/"Evil" character)
Kincaid = Sebastien (Aide who watches Mermaid/sent to fetch her)
Elaine = Sister Mermaid (Sister)
John = Prince (Human)
Hendricks = Albert (Human's Assistant)
Feel free to mix and match as you like! This are only ideas.
I would love it if Marcone wasn't exactly a good prince, but wasn't a bad prince either, and if Harry is fascinated by what he does see of John (and thinks he isn't bad). Also, would love if Lea is still Harry's godmother, but turns Harry human to escape Justin - but still has an ultimatum he must meet (like Ursula did for Ariel).
This is probably crack, yes, but... please?
There's even kinky sex possibility! I mean, come on, Harry wouldn't have ever been able to experience sex as a human before, right? Everything would be new, and it wouldn't be something he could just ask anyone about...
Canon or near-canon!Harry (none of those magicless AUs, please!), having noticed that he spends a lot of time sitting around in his office waiting for a client to call or drop by, decides to spend that time doing something that might possibly earn him some money--writing! Up to you how well it goes, but either surprise!bestsellerhood or a friend/acquaintance learning of his connection to a published book of any quality would be great.
His editor/agent would be so irritated at his "refusal" to use a computer.
His editor/agent would be so irritated at his "refusal" to use a computer.
1)
It really hadn't been meant to amount to anything. Honest. Sitting in the office just got... dull after a while. Then there'd been that client who'd nosed around his notepads and thought his case-notes were ideas for a novel (“Mold demons? That's just stupid. Were you drunk when you wrote this shit?”) and somehow, with that idea wriggling around in his mind and boredom fuelling him -
Everything had just... slid in to place.
So he'd written. Not that there was anything wrong with it, right? It was just a nerdy, private little hobby to chase away the monotony of waiting for a case to appear. Hell's Bells, imagination was important for a wizard. And everyone needed an outlet that didn't involve setting fire to things. Right? Right.
He might have hidden the notebooks whenever anyone came by, though. Just to be professional.
Really.
Sending it off to that publishers (despite the weirdly guilty feeling) was just a way of getting rid of the battered notepads he'd filled. If he'd actually wanted to get published, he'd have got an agent. Obviously.
Harry was fairly certain his subconscious wasn't buying this either.
It was still surprising to get an enthusiastic response.
And a contract.
And a place on the bestseller lists.
Very, very surprising. Especially when the checks started arriving in the post.
“Fantasy's big right now, and a little mystery about authors sells, Harry,” his newly-hired agent had told him happily, once the static on the line had cleared up. “Who's heard of an author not even turning up to their own book launch? And when are you going to get a decent phone?”
“Uh-”
“Oh, and see if you can knock out the sequel for this year, all right? It would go faster if you used a computer...”
Harry ignored the unsubtle hint. “No computers.” He spared an uneasy glance at the notepad on his desk (this one about five times more expensive than he'd used for the previous book), in which he was already up to the final chapter. He'd thrown a mold demon in, just to spite that asshole client from months before. Drunk. Ha. Harry wished. “And, uh. I've only got a few more pages to write.”
There was a long pause on the other end, before the woman finally replied. “Harry, sweetie. I'm going to get that contract extended to a dozen books and give you a very happy ending." 'In your pants' went unspoken.
Harry hung up abruptly because he had a novel to finish and a case to solve, not because being sexually harrassed by a possibly mentally unstable agent creeped him out.
Unsurprisingly, his subconscious didn't believe that either. But it did, apparently, like the paychecks.
It really hadn't been meant to amount to anything. Honest. Sitting in the office just got... dull after a while. Then there'd been that client who'd nosed around his notepads and thought his case-notes were ideas for a novel (“Mold demons? That's just stupid. Were you drunk when you wrote this shit?”) and somehow, with that idea wriggling around in his mind and boredom fuelling him -
Everything had just... slid in to place.
So he'd written. Not that there was anything wrong with it, right? It was just a nerdy, private little hobby to chase away the monotony of waiting for a case to appear. Hell's Bells, imagination was important for a wizard. And everyone needed an outlet that didn't involve setting fire to things. Right? Right.
He might have hidden the notebooks whenever anyone came by, though. Just to be professional.
Really.
Sending it off to that publishers (despite the weirdly guilty feeling) was just a way of getting rid of the battered notepads he'd filled. If he'd actually wanted to get published, he'd have got an agent. Obviously.
Harry was fairly certain his subconscious wasn't buying this either.
It was still surprising to get an enthusiastic response.
And a contract.
And a place on the bestseller lists.
Very, very surprising. Especially when the checks started arriving in the post.
“Fantasy's big right now, and a little mystery about authors sells, Harry,” his newly-hired agent had told him happily, once the static on the line had cleared up. “Who's heard of an author not even turning up to their own book launch? And when are you going to get a decent phone?”
“Uh-”
“Oh, and see if you can knock out the sequel for this year, all right? It would go faster if you used a computer...”
Harry ignored the unsubtle hint. “No computers.” He spared an uneasy glance at the notepad on his desk (this one about five times more expensive than he'd used for the previous book), in which he was already up to the final chapter. He'd thrown a mold demon in, just to spite that asshole client from months before. Drunk. Ha. Harry wished. “And, uh. I've only got a few more pages to write.”
There was a long pause on the other end, before the woman finally replied. “Harry, sweetie. I'm going to get that contract extended to a dozen books and give you a very happy ending." 'In your pants' went unspoken.
Harry hung up abruptly because he had a novel to finish and a case to solve, not because being sexually harrassed by a possibly mentally unstable agent creeped him out.
Unsurprisingly, his subconscious didn't believe that either. But it did, apparently, like the paychecks.
I'd like to see some self-aware BDSM with negotiation, scene limits, safewords, etc. You don't have to show all of that (though I personally really enjoy reading kink negotiation), just have some indication that it's there. Let's bring some safe, sane, and consensual into the Dresdenverse! (God knows it could use some.)
I think Dresden/Marcone would work really well for formal D/s, and can see either one on either side, but I'd be delighted to see any Harry pairing for this. (Murphy would totally top him. And it would be hot like burning.)
Or, y'know, if you're inspired to write about non-Harry characters being kinky and SSC, run with that!
(I feel like I should mention that I'm not dissing all the sexy stories with consent and safety issues--I love those too. I just want more kinkmeme awesome, in many different flavors!)
I think Dresden/Marcone would work really well for formal D/s, and can see either one on either side, but I'd be delighted to see any Harry pairing for this. (Murphy would totally top him. And it would be hot like burning.)
Or, y'know, if you're inspired to write about non-Harry characters being kinky and SSC, run with that!
(I feel like I should mention that I'm not dissing all the sexy stories with consent and safety issues--I love those too. I just want more kinkmeme awesome, in many different flavors!)
I think Marcone would prefer the motto RACK (Risk-Aware Consensual Kink) to SSC. Semantics, yes, but I think Marcone would balk at labeling anything he does as "safe." Getting Hendricks to tie him up and flog him (in a well-secured room with trustworthy guards) may be a lower risk activity for him than many things he does on a daily basis (like "drive across town" or "set foot outside") but that doesn't make it safe, because there's no such thing as safe in Marcone's world.
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Okay, and don't let this stop anyone else from filling, but I may possibly have to go write some Hendricks/Marcone negotiated BDSM now.
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Okay, and don't let this stop anyone else from filling, but I may possibly have to go write some Hendricks/Marcone negotiated BDSM now.
Susan getting gangbanged by Marcones men with him watching. When his men are finished with her he fondles her while asking Susan what Harry would think to find her here after she's been fucked by his men. She replies that if she goes to Harry filled with his cum he would be using it as lube for his cock or eating it out of her.
*guh*
I had a thing for stories in which the person raped refuses to give the abuser the pleasure of seeing them broken.
I had a thing for stories in which the person raped refuses to give the abuser the pleasure of seeing them broken.
Inspire by this prompt:http://scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org/306.html?thread=770098#cmt770098
What would Harry become when she was raised by the White Vampire? Will she becomes someone
a. who value virginity(ProtectiveBigBrother!Thomas teached sex education to wee!Harry) or
b. like Lara, how how to use seduction as a weapon?
What would Harry become when she was raised by the White Vampire? Will she becomes someone
a. who value virginity(ProtectiveBigBrother!Thomas teached sex education to wee!Harry) or
b. like Lara, how how to use seduction as a weapon?
So, traveling this weekend I heard this radio commercial (I don't remember where). "16 inches in 16 minutes."
They, of course, were advertising a challenge about eating sub sandwiches; kink-meme, you're lovely about putting a kinkier edge to things, so:
16 inches in 16 minutes please!
Any male/male pairing (with or without toys), any solo play with toys, any het pairing (with or without toys), any female/female pairing (uh... with toys, I guess. Since I don't know how without would work).
I almost typed "sub-eating challenge", but then my mind went to a kinky place. XD
They, of course, were advertising a challenge about eating sub sandwiches; kink-meme, you're lovely about putting a kinkier edge to things, so:
16 inches in 16 minutes please!
Any male/male pairing (with or without toys), any solo play with toys, any het pairing (with or without toys), any female/female pairing (uh... with toys, I guess. Since I don't know how without would work).
I almost typed "sub-eating challenge", but then my mind went to a kinky place. XD
Sub sandwiches, eh? I think this calls for a threesome!
female/female pairing (uh... with toys, I guess. Since I don't know how without would work)
I'm sure Maeve has a 16-inch long penis whenever she wants to.
Though I think she'd prefer to have 2 8-inchers, from a practical standpoint.
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BRB WRITING NAO
female/female pairing (uh... with toys, I guess. Since I don't know how without would work)
I'm sure Maeve has a 16-inch long penis whenever she wants to.
Though I think she'd prefer to have 2 8-inchers, from a practical standpoint.
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BRB WRITING NAO
Trying to minimize spoilers for the Temeraire series, but anyone who wants to avoid them altogether should skip reading this prompt.
So an AU where Dresdenverse characters exist in the Temeraire universe. Mainly I want to see Harry in the place of Laurence, Thomas as Granby and John (Jean?) Marcone, Emperor of France (y'all do know Napoleon was from Corsica, which is arguably more Italian than French, right? and there's even a Corsican Mafia in modern times. really, it's an easy switch). Temeraire, Iskierka and Lien have the same captains and same interpersonal (interdraconic?) tensions.
So, ah, the Emperor wants to recruit these uniquely powerful dragons. And it's just such a nice bonus that they have such pretty captains!
Honestly, I want to see Thomas' reaction to Iskierka wanting him dressed up in ridiculous uniforms like she insists on for Granby.
Maybe Kincaid is Tharkay? Bonus points if he is still the "epic troll" seen on this kinkmeme.
So an AU where Dresdenverse characters exist in the Temeraire universe. Mainly I want to see Harry in the place of Laurence, Thomas as Granby and John (Jean?) Marcone, Emperor of France (y'all do know Napoleon was from Corsica, which is arguably more Italian than French, right? and there's even a Corsican Mafia in modern times. really, it's an easy switch). Temeraire, Iskierka and Lien have the same captains and same interpersonal (interdraconic?) tensions.
So, ah, the Emperor wants to recruit these uniquely powerful dragons. And it's just such a nice bonus that they have such pretty captains!
Honestly, I want to see Thomas' reaction to Iskierka wanting him dressed up in ridiculous uniforms like she insists on for Granby.
Maybe Kincaid is Tharkay? Bonus points if he is still the "epic troll" seen on this kinkmeme.
desired with the burning hot literary fire of one thousand suns.
“My God, It is the most beautiful nightmare I have ever seen.”
(Anonymous) 2011-03-14 10:51 am (UTC)(link)From the battle at the end of White Night:
...Thomas and his sister stood alone against the horde of eight-foot ghouls. Stood against it, and stopped it cold.
Their skin gleamed colder and whiter than glacial ice, their eyes blazed silvery bright, and they moved with blinding speed and utterly inhuman grace.
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Beside the beauty of the brother and sister vampires, the ghouls' deformed bodies and hideous injuries were all the more monstrous, all the more vile.
“My God,” Marcone said, his voice hushed. “It is the most beautiful nightmare I have ever seen.”
So, ah, does anyone else detect the potential for a foursome here? Harry/John/Lara/Thomas.
...Thomas and his sister stood alone against the horde of eight-foot ghouls. Stood against it, and stopped it cold.
Their skin gleamed colder and whiter than glacial ice, their eyes blazed silvery bright, and they moved with blinding speed and utterly inhuman grace.
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Beside the beauty of the brother and sister vampires, the ghouls' deformed bodies and hideous injuries were all the more monstrous, all the more vile.
“My God,” Marcone said, his voice hushed. “It is the most beautiful nightmare I have ever seen.”
So, ah, does anyone else detect the potential for a foursome here? Harry/John/Lara/Thomas.
Re: “My God, It is the most beautiful nightmare I have ever seen.”
(Anonymous) 2011-03-26 03:24 am (UTC)(link)*raises hand*
Harry (male or female is up to the writer) for whatever reason decides to call it quits with Marcone. Of all people to try to get Harry to change his/her mind, Hendricks comes knocking at the door.
Dresden/Marcone, with canon!Harry, or alwaysagirl!Harry, at anon's pleasure. Harry is involved with someone else in a supposedly monogamous relationship, or he's supposed to be chaste for some magical plot shenanigans reason. But things finally come to a boil with Marcone, and they just can't resist.
Kind of an infidelity kink, I guess. The point being they don't stop themselves even though they know it's inappropriate/someone might get hurt/it's against one or both of their ethical codes.
Bonus points if it's more than once -- if they have an affair, essentially.
Kind of an infidelity kink, I guess. The point being they don't stop themselves even though they know it's inappropriate/someone might get hurt/it's against one or both of their ethical codes.
Bonus points if it's more than once -- if they have an affair, essentially.
Harry/John established, possibility for Hendricks/Harry/John, one-sided Hendricks/Harry, or one-sided Hendricks/John
John and Harry are getting it on in John's office, and the lights start flickering. Most of the people are attributing it to fluctuating power, a storm, or whatever - but Hendricks knows who's upstairs, and what that flickering power might mean.
So he goes upstairs to check the situation out and sneak/burst into John's office, special-fae-gun-with-iron-bullets ready to fire, only to find his boss pinning Harry to the solid oak desk (or whatever, wherever).
So, writeranons, what happens? Does Harry notice? Does John? Do they invite Hendricks to join them? Does someone (accidentally) cum early when he bursts in? Does the sight of the gun turn one of them/both of them on?
Any reaction acceptable, although OP would enjoy it if Hendricks showed a little bit of jealousy. Up to authornon of who/what he's jealous of, though. :)
Also, apologies to the other prompter who just prompted Hendricks-Harry-John prompt. I didn't notice it until after I started writing this up - hopefully I made it different enough - better yet, hopefully both get filled!
John and Harry are getting it on in John's office, and the lights start flickering. Most of the people are attributing it to fluctuating power, a storm, or whatever - but Hendricks knows who's upstairs, and what that flickering power might mean.
So he goes upstairs to check the situation out and sneak/burst into John's office, special-fae-gun-with-iron-bullets ready to fire, only to find his boss pinning Harry to the solid oak desk (or whatever, wherever).
So, writeranons, what happens? Does Harry notice? Does John? Do they invite Hendricks to join them? Does someone (accidentally) cum early when he bursts in? Does the sight of the gun turn one of them/both of them on?
Any reaction acceptable, although OP would enjoy it if Hendricks showed a little bit of jealousy. Up to authornon of who/what he's jealous of, though. :)
Also, apologies to the other prompter who just prompted Hendricks-Harry-John prompt. I didn't notice it until after I started writing this up - hopefully I made it different enough - better yet, hopefully both get filled!
Prompter of other Marcone/Harry/Hendricks prompt here:
No need to apologize! I'm happy to see someone else prompting this pairing.
No need to apologize! I'm happy to see someone else prompting this pairing.
Along the lines of another request:
"Thomas will kill him if he tries anything."
"Thomas will kill him if he tries anything."
.... that line just gave me the thought that the reason Thomas doesn't actively object to the image of him and Harry dating - the reason he lets it continue - isn't for convenience or for an excuse for him and Harry to meet up.
It's to keep everyone else away from his baby brother.
It's to keep everyone else away from his baby brother.
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