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Re: Fill

[(Anonymous)]

Don't be alarmed, but I think I love you.

Possessive Harry

[(Anonymous)]

Harry and Marcone are in something Harry will grudgingly admit to being a relationship.

Inevitably, Thomas and John will have to interact. Thomas gets flirty. John dryly snarks back.

Harry surprises himself when his first gut wrenching reaction is OMG-John-is-MINEMINEMINE and finds himself batshit insane with possessive jealousy.

Morgan/Harry Dead Beat AU

[(Anonymous)]

I've begun to ship Morgan/Harry. I blame the meme.

What about an AU where instead of Luccio being the one the Corpse Taker switches with, it's Morgan? And not into a pretty young woman, but a handsome young man.

Maybe Harry and Morgan have been in a relationship before? Maybe they had a one night stand, and are still sorting themselves out after years of fighting and now here's Morgan, young and having to relearn his own powers...

Without the whole mindfuckery thing with the Black Council, if you please, because that's painful enough in the books.

Playing House

[(Anonymous)]

Anybody/Dresden Fluff, Humor/Crack

Harry and Ivy visit the Carpenter kids. The Carpenter kids welcome Ivy. The youngest starts playing house with her. They need another player. Que puppy eyes at Harry. Harry's now playing the role of a pregnant mom. 8D

Someone walks in and sees Harry with a pillow stuffed under his shirt.

Could be any male/female character.

Bonus if it's Donar or Ebe.

Cheat Your Way To Victory

[(Anonymous)]

Marcone/Dresden Theme:Cheating

Marcone gets into a hostage situation where he or his men must win a couple of games of cards in order to free the hostages(the children and his people). However, the catch is that all the games are rigged and you must be able to cheat your way to victory.

Harry is their unsuspecting savior.

Rules:Harry doesn't like gambling much(he thinks it's a vice), but learned card tricks from his father and how to cheat from Nick.
He's REALLY good at what he does.
Marcone is aroused with Harry's set of skills.
In order to make it more fair, Harry is somehow restricted from using magic.

Re: Cheat Your Way To Victory

[(Anonymous)]

...that would be pretty awesome- my only question is this- didn't Harry's dad die when he was 6? How much vis a vis card tricks could he hae learned by then? It could still work though- especially if he picked up additional card tricks in the foster care system before he got picked up by Justin. Just a thought.

surprise!

[(Anonymous)]

Marcone/alwaysagirl!Dresden.

She misses her period. And freaks right out.

Author's choice if she's actually pregnant, etc. Mostly I just really want to see the conversation where she tells John.

OP Here

[(Anonymous)]

I just assumed that since he really only had his dad for company in his first 6 years, he wouldn't really have much to do, but watch and learn when his father's entertaining. I don't think his dad could just leave Harry in a hotel or ask someone to watch over him.

Foster care is a possiblity and there's the fact that Harry knew what his name sakes are(who's he's named after) so it stands to reason that he picked up a few tricks, trying to not be lonely.

Also, before he went to Chicago and after he left Ebe's, maybe he worked random side jobs that allowed him to make use of his skills because he was a bit wary of using magic after DuMorne.

[(Anonymous)]

John Marcone flirts extensively with Oblivious!InDenial!Harry.

Thomas and/or Lara is/are present. They get high off the ambient lust fumes.

Re: Fill

[kjollar]

Loved it.
I sincerely hope you're planning the third part now...

Fill: Wait Two Minutes, Learn Your Fate

[(Anonymous)]

Note: Probably not as funny a conversation as OP was looking for. *I* was amused writing it though.

"We need to talk."

I glared at my subconscious self and slumped in the chair, because I knew it annoyed her. "What about? There's nothing insane and life threatening on. Can't you just go away and let me sleep?"

Other me tapped foot against the floor and muttered to herself in perfectly accented Latin. Damn her.

"I suppose the life threatening angle is debatable, but there is most definitely something insane going on. You remember the incident two months ago? The one with the giant squid thing? Where we ended up-"

"Yes!" I was blushing. I recalled the 'incident' very well. We- *I* had ended up very cold, very wet, and mostly naked on Marcone's yacht after he'd shown up and harpooned the damn thing. There'd been yelling on both our parts, something about me being a reckless fool to go chasing after something that big in Thomas' dinky little boat, something about him being a stalker and a cave man who should just back off and let me take care of my own damn self and then there'd been hair pulling, screaming of another kind, and a very broken bed in the cabin. We'd had to be towed back to the dock because the engine and every electronic doodad on the boat went out. Don't look at me. It could have been anyone.

"Mmmhmmm. Well, in the middle of all that really fabulous sex, something got forgotten."

Yeah. Our names, our dignity, the fact that the boat was crawling with armed men who got to listen to us...

Fingers snapped in front of my face. "Pay attention. Protection. A rubber. A condom. You two *forgot*."

I thought for a second. Huh. She was right. We had forgotten, in the rush of it all. Oops.

"Yeah, okay. We forgot. Our bad. And when I say 'we' and 'our', I'm including you, too. Like you keep saying, we're the same person. So if I forgot, so did you. But it's no big deal. We're always careful, so one time is bad, but not the end of the world." I got up and pushed past her, walking out of the circle of light. She couldn't let me get away without a parting shot. As I started to fade back into real sleep, her voice rang through me.

"Hah! 'No big deal'? You're *late*!"

I woke up gasping. Oh. Oh *shit*.

I tripped over my sheets running for the kitchen calendar, startling Mister and causing Mouse to give me a look from his position on the couch. Once I'd hobbled in there I double checked my count. Then I checked it again. And again. Just in case math had changed while I was asleep. No joy. I wasn't just late, I was LATE. Damn.

I thought about calling Murphy. As my best- as my *only* girl friend, it was her job to help me through stuff like this. Right? Only she didn't know I was seeing Marcone, let alone jumping him at the slightest hint of privacy. I paced the apartment, muttering to myself. I needed one of those tests. That was the first thing. I tried to cheer myself up. I'd run out and buy the pregnancy test, and it would turn up nothing. False alarm, stress and all that, my stupid subconscious making me worry for nothing. And I'd resolve to be very, very careful from now on.

*

I wound up buying four different pregnancy tests. The woman at the convenience store had looked very sympathetic, patted me on the back of the hand and told me that sometimes these things gave false readings, so it was best to try a couple of them. And the only real way to be sure was to go to see a doctor. But that was never going to happen, because the tests would all come up negative. Because I was most definitely Not Pregnant.

I crouched in my tiny bathroom wearing only an over sized t-shirt that read 'I'm smiling because I have no idea what's going on.' It had seemed appropriate this morning. The instructions for these things were written in gibberish. Or maybe my panic was making it hard to concentrate. So many ways to go with that. Anyway. I'd finally manged to translate it down to, 'pee on stick, wait two minutes, learn your fate' when I heard a key turning at the front door. I jumped, banged my head on the edge of the sink, and let out a few colorful phrases. There were only a few people who had keys to my apartment. None of them needed to see me running around bare assed. Or, well, one of them didn't need to see it right *now*.

I had just finished buttoning my pants when the door finally swung open. Damn zombies. I'd never gotten around to hanging the thing right. Maybe I should take Michael up on his offer to fix it for me.

John walked through, smiling, until he took in my outfit and general dishevelled-ness. The smile faded a little around the edges.

"You've either forgotten that we had a lunch date, or you've misunderstood the definitions of 'nice' and 'dress'."

"I forgot!" Because I had more important things to think about. Like college tuition! Or how to child-proof my damn lab! And Bob. No, forget that. There was no child-proofing Bob. "You wait right there. Don't *move*. I will be back in two seconds, ready and dressed." I headed back for the bedroom. Then I stopped, turned and pointed at him. Sternly. "Don't. Move." I'd hung the dress he'd bought for me up in the far corner of the closet, so I'd be able to find it quickly. A minute later I was tugging on a pair of flat sandals and ruffling my short hair so it would look deliberate and not like bed-head.

When I got back out into the living room John was still standing where I'd left him.

With the instructions for the pregnancy test in his hands. He looked up at me and raised his eyebrows without a word.

"I told you not to move!" Sneaky, paranoid, snooping...

"I never took a step. Mister brought these to me." He'd subverted my cat! "Is there something you'd like to tell me?" He held the instructions out in one hand. I leaned forward and snatched them from him, crumpling them up and tossing them back behind me at the bathroom door. Mister came streaking out, swatted at the ball and hit it back to Marcone. I glared at my cat, who looked supremely unconcerned and sat down to wash himself.

"No." I crossed my arms, then uncrossed them. I looked to Mouse, but my dog had apparently abandoned me too. He was laying on the floor in front of the couch, eyes very firmly closed with one paw resting on his nose. Faker. I knew he was awake. "Maybe? I don't know. There's the possibility that there may be something that I should tell you in the near future. But right now, there's nothing to tell you because I don't know if there's anything to tell you." And I was babbling. Perfect.

"I see." He did not see.

"There is the remote possibility. Remote, I would like to emphasise, that I may be pregnant." The last word came out on a squeak. I bit my lip and folded my arms again. John was dead silent for about a minute and a half. Then he turned and walked out the door. My jaw dropped open and I stared.

"You ASSHOLE!" I grabbed the nearest book and charged across the room and out the door myself. I was going to brain him with it.

So of course I ran into him, full speed, coming back down my stairs. John's no light weight, but he hadn't been expecting to be run into and he went over backwards. I cussed, caught him by the front of his suit, and hauled back so he didn't smash his head in. *I* was going to do that. As soon as he was upright.

Apparently he got the idea I wasn't too happy with him, because he took hold of my arms at the elbows, preempting my bash Marcone over the head plan.

"Harry. I was just asking Mr. Hendricks to park the car and wait." He smiled, a little sad. "Do you really think I would just walk out on you?"

"Nooo...not really. I guess. But you just walked out! You could have just *told* me where you were going!"

"You're right. I apologise. I admit to being a little...shocked. We've always been so careful and then-"

"The yacht thing."

"Yes. I had figured that part out. But as I was saying. It was a shock, that's all. Can we go back inside now?"

"Okay. But you're staying through all the tests. No bugging out until we know for sure."

"Of course. Where else would I be?"

Re: OP Here

[(Anonymous)]

that makes a lot of sense- I didn't really think about the whole really only having his dad for company thing.

sex in the caddy

[(Anonymous)]

How come nobody's mentioned this before? Marcone/Dresden, in Marcone's car, ruining the interior and possibly frying the car by having sex. Even just a really intense make out session or a blow job will be awesome. Full on sex on the backseat optional.

Up to the author whether poor Hendricks will be there, or Marcone will be kind enough to make him take a walk for 10 minutes, or some new and relatively innocent minion will get his introduction to the boss's lover this way.

Re: Fill: Wait Two Minutes, Learn Your Fate

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FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFt omg loling forever now.

Re: Chicago

[(Anonymous)]

XD harry- "he had it coming, he only had himself to blame, if you'da been there, if you'da seen it, you know that you would have done the same!" to the white council about justin

op Re: Fill: Wait Two Minutes, Learn Your Fate

[(Anonymous)]

Ha, of course Harry needs her subconscious to clue her in, lol.

Re: Fill: Wait Two Minutes, Learn Your Fate

[(Anonymous)]

Ha, Mister is so very smart. Giving John the instructions for the pregnancy tests was awesome.

So much love for this fill. XD

Re: Fill: Wait Two Minutes, Learn Your Fate

[grenegome]

Trying to brain John with a book? Genius :-D

(frozen) Re: Oy! No breaking rule number 2.

[(Anonymous)]

Considering the comment above this one, this seems a little ironic.

Marcone/Dresden/Marcone

[(Anonymous)]

Um, so. Having recently read the RP that starts here

http://scribe-protra.livejournal.com/215580.html?thread=3638300#t3638300

I was left snorting with laughter, craving ice cream and also burning with the need to see a Marcone/Harry/Marcone sandwich.
I don't know how; perhaps an illicit magical cloning spell, maybe a convergence of parallel worlds, but I need to see Harry breathless and helpless with lust, love and bliss as he is slowly and methodically taken to tiny glittering pieces by two Mafia tiger gentlemen with money coloured eyes.
Does anyone else share my problem? Anyone?

Re: Marcone/Dresden/Marcone

[john-marcone.livejournal.com]

((I am totally in favor of this <3))

Re: Fill: Wait Two Minutes, Learn Your Fate

[(Anonymous)]

ROFLMAO

[(Anonymous)]

okay, always-a-girl Dresden has a pregnancy scare was awesome. What about always-a-girl Marcone (or any other canonically male or female character who might be sleeping with Harry Dresden).

[(Anonymous)]

er, I didn't finish that comment. I mean what about always-a-girl Marcone has a pregnancy scare or gets pregnant with Dresden's child. (Or any character has a pregnancy scare or gets pregnant with Dresden's child.)

[(Anonymous)]

Lea overthrows Mab with Harry's help. Harry goes to tell Marcone about recent developments, still wounded from the battle, and Marcone's just like "You did *what*?!"
Cue Marcone wanting to take care of Harry/yell at him for being so stupid while simultaneously being kind of impressed that Lea and Harry were actually successful.