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Re: Fic: Whatever You Want [1/?]
Date: 2011-02-18 08:40 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: 3/? scrappy!Harry prompt
Date: 2011-02-18 09:22 pm (UTC)My Little Angel 1/?
Date: 2011-02-18 09:30 pm (UTC)Harry Dresden.
He was the first.
Tall. Dark. Powerful beyond contestation. But stubborn. Uncontrollable. Uncontainable. A wild fire burning brilliantly against all that would dare to try and restrain him. Even I had tried and failed numerous times to leash him, to make him an asset, a weapon to wield on my enemies. And it was no wonder that the failures drove me to continue to pursue him relentlessly.
So, another surprising event in my life was the day I finally succeeded in doing so. Just not in the way I had imagined.
I found him floundering in the darkness one night, alone and with more alcohol in him than I believe my entire winery would have been able to supply him. Hendricks managed to wrestle him into my limo before he could injure himself, and after a haranguing of petty insults regarding my parentage, a fit of anger that left most of the electronics of my town car incapacitated, and several death threats that involved calling on the fires of Hell to melt me where I sat, Harry Dresden...for lack of better words, broke. Just broke, collapsing onto the floor of the limo, tears rolling into the carpet.
As drunk as he was, it was easy to coax him into divulging what had shattered him so completely. Susan Rodriguez was dead. After over a decade of struggling with her vampiric nature, she had finally given in. And Harry...Harry, as always, did what was necessary. What he thought was right.
So he had killed her. To protect others. To release her. To help all, as usual, but himself.
He could never help himself.
So I helped him. I know. Sometimes I can't believe it either. I'm Gentleman Johnny Marcone, and I decided to help the only man that has the ability to infuriate me. At first, I told myself it was to make him into that weapon I had always desired, but even I knew I was kidding myself. I wanted him. Just him. More than I had ever coveted anything in my entire life. And when things finally tripped over that edge, I was shocked when he followed me. When bantering finally led to frantic kissing, touching, biting. When I looked up to find his dark eyes filled with longing instead of disgust for me, I was shocked.
So shocked that Harry surged up over me, and for once in his life got me pinned to the floor where we made love for the first time.
Yes. All surprises. Harry had certainly made life interesting. But nothing could have prepared me for what came next. It was about four months in. Harry waited until I was too committed to back out lightly before he dropped the news to me.
Harry had a child. A daughter. With the woman he had loved. The woman he had killed. And he was getting her sent here. To Chicago. To live with him. Us, if I was okay with it.
'Stunned' is probably too...weak...of a word to describe how I felt at that moment. But I didn't want to lose Harry. Funny that I had always pursued him as a weapon only to have him become a shield. He had a way of making all of the trials of life seem so trivial in retrospect. And I needed that, I realized. I needed him. So, I said, 'yes'. To everything. To meeting her, to them moving in. To being her stepfather if it came to that.
It did come to that, and I don't regret it.
I remember meeting her the first time. She was about six, and so much like both her parents I could scarcely believe it. She had her mother's looks. Her smoother features and softer mouth. Even then, I could tell she was going to be tall, like her father, and she already had some of his wit. Her skin had more tan than Harry's, but she had his eyes; dark, yet vibrant. And they would smolder when you made her mad.
They were smoldering now.
"Papa!" eight-year-old Maggie demanded, stomping a foot. "You promised!"
I peered at her over a large stack of paperwork with what I hoped was a regretful expression. Things at the office had gone into chaos, as of late. "I realize that," I told her reproachfully. "But I'm very busy today. We can go to the park tomorrow."
"You promised! You promised!" she hollered, stomping her tiny feet.
"Maggie," I barked. "Enough!"
Maggie stopped the fit. But there was no way it was over. She would never give up that easily. Eyes glittering dangerously, Maggie fixed me with her most fierce stare, then took a deep breath and held it.
I let out a sigh. "That's not going to work, Maggie," I told her. Ten seconds. "Just stop it," I said. Twenty five seconds. "I don't have time to go to the park," I demanded. Fifty-five seconds. "Alright, alright!" I snapped, sweeping around the desk and hoisting her up. "We'll go to the park. Just like your father, I swear to God," I murmured.
Dresden/Marcone - Meeting the family
Date: 2011-02-18 09:58 pm (UTC)Re: Needs more Hendricks ...
Date: 2011-02-18 10:19 pm (UTC)Re: Needs more Hendricks ...
Date: 2011-02-18 10:44 pm (UTC)Re: Maggie Dresden: Mob Princess
Date: 2011-02-18 10:51 pm (UTC).
(frozen) Re: Oy! No breaking rule number 2.
Date: 2011-02-18 10:59 pm (UTC)Plus, personally, I'm more than twice as likely to look into a recommendation when two people come up with it independently. Do you really want to prevent things like that? People make mistakes. Sometimes those mistakes are good.
FILL 5/?
Date: 2011-02-18 11:27 pm (UTC)Unbidden, I replied, "I'd like you to cook."
"I could likely have something sent it that is superior to anything I could make. Are you sure?"
"Yes. It's not as good, but it's homey. Like you were taught by your mother or something. This is pretty much the only place I get that from, besides Charity."
John turned slowly away from the closet, eyebrows lifted. "Harry..."
I sighed. Nice while it lasted. "I've been... charmed or cursed. I have to answer things truthfully."
I could see that information being carefully processed in John's head. He thought it over slowly and I waited for him to do so. The thing between us had it's unspoken rules of not taking advantage of each other, just the basics to make it work, but this might've been too much for him to benevolently overlook. It was a golden opportunity to mine me for information. I was close to Winter, to the White Council. I knew about necromancy and Denarians. I had holy swords and Lasciel's coin and soulfire. He could force me to tell him my Name or any of the many secrets I kept for myself and others.
I knew that. And I could see him consider each options before setting them aside. He smiled ruefully and shook his head. "I must be a fool."
I let out a relieved breath. I really hadn't been sure how the chips were going to fall there. "Thanks."
He nodded and lead me to the kitchen. I settled in on a bar stool as he took stock, checking cabinets and the fridge. "Do you want to talk about the charm?"
"Yeah." I blinked. That was news to me. "Um."
He gave me a long, appraising look at my hesitation. "You have to speak the truth even if it's not something you recognize as true."
"I guess?" He set a beer in front of me and I helped myself to it. "It's already gotten... awkward." Apparently I'd have preferred death to being Mab's bitch. That was weird to wrap my head around. Weird and a little scary. Should I worry about myself? Seek an intervention? Make sure I don't look longingly at any straight razors? Stars and stones, I didn't know what to do about this.
"I can only imagine. I am assuming this is related to your Knighthood," John said, careful to not make it a question.
"Yeah. I told a little fib to Mab and the Leanansidhe decided to teach me a lesson. And there's an actual lesson too. I haven't figured out what it is yet though." I leaned forward on the kitchen island and watched John chop vegetables with creepy, fast motions. He handled a knife like it was an extension of himself. Unlike with everything else he ever did, he never seemed to think about it.
John chuckled softly. "Your faerie godmother. Has she always gone out of her way to torture you?"
"Since I was sixteen, yes."
The knife thunked against the cutting board, missing the tomato. John twisted to look over her shoulder at me.
I... didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. I was almost afraid of uttering another word, of what would come out of my mouth yes.
"Harry," John said quietly. "When you were sixteen, that's when your guardian died in that fire. I imagine that was your handiwork..." He set the knife down and leaned on the island next to me, green eyes boring into the top of my head. I refused to meet his gaze, keeping my gaze down. "Our soulgaze told me as much."
I nodded, eyes on the marble beneath my arms. "Yeah. But that was years ago."
"Such events define us," he said with the certainty of a man who knew what he was talking about. "How..." He seemed to try and stop himself, but couldn't quite manage it. "How was the Leanansidhe involved?"
I tried to stop it. I bit my lips, trying to keep them together, but the charm forced its hand. "I needed to beat Justin. I traded myself to Lea for the power to do it. She took me into the Nevernever and bled me." My hands suddenly curled into fists, tight enough my nails bit into my palms. I wanted it to stop, now. "She d-did things to me. To stake her claim on my life."
I let out a harsh breath, like the words had been punched out of me. Why was I so rattled?
John wasn't done. He just asked, "Things?"
"She blinded me with the blood loss and the glamours and she r--" No. No, no. I slammed a fist onto the table, putting all my will and focus on my words. The lights overhead started flickering wildly. Don't say it-- "Sh-she took me when I was took weak to fight back," I spat out and the icy cold of the compulsion loosened its hold of my voice. I sagged with sudden staggering exhaustion, hunched over the island, gasping for air.
"Harry--"
"No!" I forced my head up to look at John. "Don't you fucking dare, don't ask me anything!"
The lights in the kitchen went out. Great.
Re: Fic: Whatever You Want [1/?]
Date: 2011-02-18 11:34 pm (UTC)First, Nick is being a bit euphemistic here. By "nasty lecture" he actually means he's probably going to beat the crap out of Anton, when Harry isn't around to tell him not to and when he, similarly, isn't trying like hell to make sure Harry doesn't hurt himself while drugged.
Second, culture is a huge double-standard, and I figured Harry got at least some of his chauvinism/misogyny reinforced by Nick. Which means the reaction they would have for a woman being attacked this way would be more extreme.
As an ancillary to 2, many people - including many people currently serving in the United States Congress, apparently, do not count being drugged or coerced as "rape." Having actually engaged in sex of dubious consent while using mind-altering drugs:
Trust me. It counts.
But they didn't ask me. Anyway, please take comfort that Nick actually does mean some retributive violence as a deterrent, and if he is feeling particularly vigilante, he will spend some time off the books keeping an eye on Anton, making sure he doesn't try it with anyone else.
If your problem is with me writing that, then you should probably find a different fandom. Butcher's characters are flawed: it's why we like them so much. Nick, I attempted to make no more or less flawed than the rest of them. In the short story, Harry is the only person who seems to really believe Nick will help them. Nick doesn't say anything to confirm that. Nick cracks jokes about prison and prison sex. He's crass and, from what we've seen/not seen, he has a bad habit of leaving Harry alone.
/rant. Sorry about that. I just can't gracefully handle extreme reaction reviews, and I have a bad habit of writing almost anything in a passive-aggressive way. I hope I didn't offend you and that I made myself clear?
Re: FILL 5/?
Date: 2011-02-18 11:40 pm (UTC)"I could see him consider each options before setting them aside. He smiled ruefully and shook his head. "I must be a fool."
Oh, *Marcone* <3
"She d-did things to me"
Oh, Haaaaaary. <3 <3
Oh, author I <3 this fic. I <3 it, and you and them. <3 so much.
(frozen) Re: Oy! No breaking rule number 2.
Date: 2011-02-18 11:56 pm (UTC)Re: FILL 5/?
Date: 2011-02-19 12:00 am (UTC)(frozen) Re: Oy! No breaking rule number 2.
Date: 2011-02-19 12:02 am (UTC)(frozen) DA
Date: 2011-02-19 12:29 am (UTC)Chill out, people. The reduntant rec took a split second to read and dismiss; the ensuing argument is a waste of everyone's time and brings negative energy to the kink meme.
Re: Fic: Whatever You Want [1/?]
Date: 2011-02-19 12:47 am (UTC)Second, I do have my doubts about whether or not the general awesomeness of the Dresden Files is worth putting up with the misogyny and consent issues, but a) forewarned is forearmed, b) I take comfort in the fact that most of the fans recognise the issues and c) I can hardly read anything these days without finding something to piss me off. If it's not sexism, it's racism, or homophobia, or ablism, or whatever. I'm rapidly running out of authors I don't want to beat to death with my copy of their book, which would take a long time because I prefer paperbacks.
(frozen) Re: DA
Date: 2011-02-19 12:52 am (UTC)Manners 1/1
Date: 2011-02-19 01:18 am (UTC)"This is going to work a lot better if you shut up," Dresden said. "Seriously, I need for you to--"
I picked her up and she made a startled noise, then wrapped her legs around me. She wasn't a small woman and she'd mostly dated vanilla humans before, so I guessed she wasn't used to being picked up so easily. Heh, in more ways than one. "Come on, you like hearing me talk," I said. "You want to hear what I want to do you, you know you--" and then I did shut up, because she kissed me, and stuck her hand down my pants at the same time. I turned around so her back was against the wall and I had some leverage. She gasped when I got her shirt open, pushed down the bra and got my mouth on her. "It's been a while, huh?" I said, grinning at her.
"Shut up," she muttered, then bit the corner of her mouth. "You think you can hold out if I blow you?" Like she wasn't sure if she should risk it.
I didn't show my surprise-- I hadn't thought she'd go for that, that that was something she'd want to do for me. But I had my pride, so I said, "Sure. You think you could if I went down on you?"
She looked at me like I was an idiot. "I don't need to," she said. And I wanted that, just as much as I wanted to fuck her, wanted to see her lose it, open and needy. I wanted to see if I could get her to make that same startled sound when my mouth was on her, like she'd forgotten how good it felt to be touched. She curled her hand around me and even with the awkward angle, it was good enough to make me groan.
"Men," she said, like I was one and the same as her reporter ex, her childhood sweetheart, "Always so damn arrogant, always acting like having a dick actually means something..."
I had to laugh at that, because I wasn't even close to young enough to believe that. "Hey, if you want to strap one on, feel free."
Her eyes went wide at that and really, she'd never done that before? Maybe it shouldn't be a surprise-- Dresden could be aggressively oblivious to her own appeal, even when she was clearly having trouble thinking past some guy with his shirt off, and probably didn't get laid half as much as her body, at least, would have liked. I'd see how the Raiths acted around her, leaning in against her aura, the warm, careless glow of energy she probably didn't realize she put out.
"You-- you'd like that?" She said, still wide-eyed.
I would, probably, at least half because I could imagine how she'd react to it, turning red and getting turned on by the idea of it. But not now. "Another time, maybe?"
"Right." She nodded and put her free land on my chest. "The bed, I want you lying down and-- Stars and stones, put me down</em!" Because I'd started to walk backwards until I could fall back slowly on to the bed, taking her with me. She landed on top, flustered and yeah, definitely not used to feeling light, to feeling delicate. Gorgeous, long, long legs either side of me, and dark hair coming loose from its braid and almost shaking with want. I could see it, the way she was letting the momentum of it carry her forwards so she wouldn't let herself think about it. I don't feed off energy like some do, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it. At the moment, it was a warm, tight spiral around her, like a tornado occasionally reaching out from her skin. She rolled her hips against me and even through two layers of jeans, it felt good. She closed her eyes, hands braced on my chest and did it again. "Come up here," I said, trying to pull her forward. "Come on, take off your jeans, let me--" which made her snap her eyes open, same startled expression on her face, like she'd forgotten what it was like to want this without having to shove that desire back down. "Okay, okay, just--" She rolled off me, which I regretted, and started trying to slide out of her jeans, all need and no grace. I didn't help, stroking down her thigh, across her underwear when it got exposed. She managed to get them down to her ankles before I got frustrated, sliding off the bed and pulling her legs halfway off so she was angled right and I could get my mouth on her. Beautiful and needy, hands fisting the covers until she cried out. I made a mental list of everyone I knew that would kill to be where I was now and estimated what, exactly they'd give up to do it. She raised her head off the sheets, looking somewhere between dazed and delirious. "Polite," she said, which probably made sense to her. I ran one hand down her thigh, feeling her shiver when I brushed it across the side of her knee. "Please," I said, making sure my smile showed all my teeth. "And thank you." Her jeans were still tangled around her ankles and she finished kicking them off, then made a beckoning gesture. "Well if were going to be all formal, I cordially invite..."
Manners 1/1 (Reposted because of HTMLfail)
Date: 2011-02-19 01:19 am (UTC)"This is going to work a lot better if you shut up," Dresden said. "Seriously, I need for you to--"
I picked her up and she made a startled noise, then wrapped her legs around me. She wasn't a small woman and she'd mostly dated vanilla humans before, so I guessed she wasn't used to being picked up so easily. Heh, in more ways than one. "Come on, you like hearing me talk," I said. "You want to hear what I want to do you, you know you--" and then I did shut up, because she kissed me, and stuck her hand down my pants at the same time. I turned around so her back was against the wall and I had some leverage. She gasped when I got her shirt open, pushed down the bra and got my mouth on her. "It's been a while, huh?" I said, grinning at her.
"Shut up," she muttered, then bit the corner of her mouth. "You think you can hold out if I blow you?" Like she wasn't sure if she should risk it.
I didn't show my surprise-- I hadn't thought she'd go for that, that that was something she'd want to do for me. But I had my pride, so I said, "Sure. You think you could if I went down on you?"
She looked at me like I was an idiot. "I don't need to," she said. And I wanted that, just as much as I wanted to fuck her, wanted to see her lose it, open and needy. I wanted to see if I could get her to make that same startled sound when my mouth was on her, like she'd forgotten how good it felt to be touched. She curled her hand around me and even with the awkward angle, it was good enough to make me groan.
"Men," she said, like I was one and the same as her reporter ex, her childhood sweetheart, "Always so damn arrogant, always acting like having a dick actually means something..."
I had to laugh at that, because I wasn't even close to young enough to believe that. "Hey, if you want to strap one on, feel free."
Her eyes went wide at that and really, she'd never done that before? Maybe it shouldn't be a surprise-- Dresden could be aggressively oblivious to her own appeal, even when she was clearly having trouble thinking past some guy with his shirt off, and probably didn't get laid half as much as her body, at least, would have liked. I'd see how the Raiths acted around her, leaning in against her aura, the warm, careless glow of energy she probably didn't realize she put out.
"You-- you'd like that?" She said, still wide-eyed.
I would, probably, at least half because I could imagine how she'd react to it, turning red and getting turned on by the idea of it. But not now. "Another time, maybe?"
"Right." She nodded and put her free land on my chest. "The bed, I want you lying down and-- Stars and stones, put me down!"
Because I'd started to walk backwards until I could fall back slowly on to the bed, taking her with me. She landed on top, flustered and yeah, definitely not used to feeling light, to feeling delicate. Gorgeous, long, long legs either side of me, and dark hair coming loose from its braid and almost shaking with want. I could see it, the way she was letting the momentum of it carry her forwards so she wouldn't let herself think about it. I don't feed off energy like some do, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it. At the moment, it was a warm, tight spiral around her, like a tornado occasionally reaching out from her skin. She rolled her hips against me and even through two layers of jeans, it felt good. She closed her eyes, hands braced on my chest and did it again.
"Come up here," I said, trying to pull her forward. "Come on, take off your jeans, let me--" which made her snap her eyes open, same startled expression on her face, like she'd forgotten what it was like to want this without having to shove that desire back down.
"Okay, okay, just--" She rolled off me, which I regretted, and started trying to slide out of her jeans, all need and no grace. I didn't help, stroking down her thigh, across her underwear when it got exposed. She managed to get them down to her ankles before I got frustrated, sliding off the bed and pulling her legs halfway off so she was angled right and I could get my mouth on her. Beautiful and needy, hands fisting the covers until she cried out.
I made a mental list of everyone I knew that would kill to be where I was now and estimated what, exactly they'd give up to do it. She raised her head off the sheets, looking somewhere between dazed and delirious. "Polite," she said, which probably made sense to her.
I ran one hand down her thigh, feeling her shiver when I brushed it across the side of her knee. "Please," I said, making sure my smile showed all my teeth. "And thank you." Her jeans were still tangled around her ankles and she finished kicking them off, then made a beckoning gesture.
"Well if were going to be all formal, I cordially invite..."
Injury!Prompt
Date: 2011-02-19 01:23 am (UTC)Enter Character B, who volunteers to help care for Character A while they're recouping - whether Character likes it or not.
Bonus points if the one injured is Harry, Murphy, Thomas, or Butters. More bonus points if the one doing the caring is Marcone, Odin, Gard, Billy (pull that Alhpa attitude out!), or Kincaid (even more of that Alpha attitude!).
Romances welcome. Threesomes welcome. If you can pull off Harry/Murphy/Kincaid, with Harry injured and Murphy asking Kincaid to care for him, leading to feel-good sexytimes, I might just have to marry you.
The Courting of Harry Dresden by Jared Kincaid with the help of Ivy, the Archive
Date: 2011-02-19 01:53 am (UTC)OP wants writer to write how Kincaid tries to woo Harry. We have seen various examples of how Marcone tries to court Harry, but what about Kincaid?
Bonus if Ivy helps Kincaid out b/c she loves having the excuse to visit Chicago to play with Mister, Mouse, and the Carpenter kids.
Kinks: Biting/Marking, Teasing, Rimming, and Coming in and on the Person.
Re: Fic: Whatever You Want [1/?]
Date: 2011-02-19 02:10 am (UTC)Can I just how much I love that this fandom totally fucking owns the fact the source canon is so rife with issues like this? The way people explore and talk about and include in fic these problems and transform them into riveting reading is great.
:chinhands at everyone:
Re: FILL 5/?
Date: 2011-02-19 02:18 am (UTC)Christ. Given what comes after this, Harry's forced admission of what Lea did to him and how he fought against saying the damn word and talked around it anyway I have no idea why the image above is what sticks with me, but it is. Like...Marcone just *knew*.
Re: FILL 5/?
Date: 2011-02-19 02:18 am (UTC):laughing fit: OH, WAY TO GO, SELF.
Re: Manners 1/1 - OP
Date: 2011-02-19 02:28 am (UTC)And the last lines! :D