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This is fucking amazing. I just, there are no words.

Anon, this is fantastic.

See this? This is my pompoms waving at you. They're very excited. So am I, for that matter.

Re: busyness, don't sweat it. I've got some simultaneous fill action going on at another meme, so I get it.

*waves pompoms*

You're welcome! We are glad to have you on this here meme.

You should continue getting that rust off (hint, hint.)

Thinking of Mab having years to fuck with him creeps me out.

There's also the fact that his mind is scarred already, from Lash and from all the repressed trauma. A nice set up for Mab to manipulate him into the perfect Winter Knight.

But I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort, so if this gets filled, I'll always hope that he'll get better.

Eeeeeeee, awesome!

I'm in love with this, and I <3 that Marcone's only frame of reference for normal-behaviour-for-people-I-have-spent-meaningful-time-with is Hendricks, because yeah, so very unlike Harry that Harry's peculiarities are even more so.

Marcone's only frame of reference for normal-behaviour-for-people-I-have-spent-meaningful-time-with is Hendricks

Oh god I didn't even realize that.

:adds to headcanon:

Harry, Harry would forgive me for a lot of things. Short of hurting his friends, there was a lot I could do before he'd stop forgiving me. Trust was a different thing, trust was infinitely more fragile, but he needed to learn not to trust things like me. He wore obliviousness like an armour, but it wasn't a good defence-- it depended on everyone else being willing to play by the same rules, and so few people did that.

"Little brother," I said, touching his check. Pleasure sparked in him and he looked at me, confused. "Do you have any idea the kind of things people want to do to you?"

He blinked, but didn't move away. Couldn't, right now. "They're... they're usually pretty up-front about want me dead," he said, his voice hoarse. He jerked towards me, the opposite of a flinch, but he couldn't move closer, held back by my light touch on his throat, by the fact that I wanted him held exactly there. "Thomas, what..." and empty night, I could feel his lust, his need. My poor brother, so skin-hungry, so badly wanting to be touched, to touch back, pushing it down as much as he could to where it wouldn't hurt him.

"You're an idiot," I said, like it was an endearment rather than an insult. "And you don't have a clue what people think about you. Do you know what it feels like, when you and Marcone meet? Harry, if he could, he'd have you in the back seat of his limo every time he offers you a lift." Harry's pulse jumped under my fingers. "He wants to hear you moaning and open and taking him, he wants you chained to his desk and dressed in something he's bought you, on your knees in public so everyone knows you're his. And he's not the only one, your friend Michael? Sometimes, he looks at you and wonders what you'd look like, freshly fucked and in his bed, him and his wife wrapped around you to keep you warm. He thinks about making out with you at the drive in and then watching Charity go down on you. It's sweet, really."

Harry frowned, eyes dark and I could taste the energy coming off him, the slow spiral of power, and I sipped it into me, pulling it out of him faster. "They're not--" he croaked out. Swallowed. "They're married." He said, like that meant anything.

"Married, not dead," I pointed out sweetly. "Even my sister-- you know she's got a lot of experience and a lot of imagination, and Harry, she's picture you every way from bleeding and begging for her to touch you, just once, to in a tux on a prom night, losing your virginity to her in the backseat of a rented limo. Mostly, though, what she thinks about is you just losing your control a little one day. I suppose it has that edge of realism to it, the possibility that it might happen-- that one day, you'll be too tired and too stressed to put up a proper defense and when she does this--" And it just took a flare of power, the easiest thing in the world to brush against Harry's aura, play on his nerves in a way that made at least six senses feel nothing but good, "--And you'll give in, pushing up against her, fucking her against a wall or the hood of that heap of junk you call a car, hating yourself for giving in and doing it anyway." I moved my free hand up and brushed against his mouth. "She wants you eating her out because she knows you'd be good at it. His mouth opened and his teeth grazed at my fingers, tongue flicking against them. "You miss it, don't you, Harry, doing that for someone, feeling them shake and moan and knowing that it's you, you're doing it to them." And I could feel see it, flashing images across his mind, memories and fantasies of him doing that and it was so easy to feel around and bring one up, let it fill his mind and then he opened his mouth and took my fingers in.

I could do it, I could push him to his knees and he'd open his mouth and suck me and be thankful for it and--

--And even now, he could push me way, he was strong enough, powerful enough to throw me ten foot across the room with a word, and what did he think I was? Why was he so stupid as to let a White Court vampire in this close, to invite it in and welcome it past all his defenses? So stupid, so reckless and it made me so angry, furious and hungry and I wanted, I wanted him on the floor, legs wrapped around me, hands digging into my back, pushing me on, wanted him drained and gasping for more, wanted him with shields up and braced for attack, wanted him happy and warm in the afterglow, wanted him to stop being so fucking stupid and what was wrong with him, why didn't he--

He bucked up against me, and I forced my hunger back, promised my demon it would be better this way, keeping him close and mine and always, always wanting, always ready and waiting for me, reaching out and pouring himself into me, and if couldn't protect himself, if he didn't listen to me, then he deserved that, and he was letting me walk him backwards til we hit the wall. I unzipped his jeans and oh, he was beautiful in that moment, gasping like the pleasure was a shock to him, and I knew he could feel me feeding off him and was doing nothing to stop me, mouthing little words of encouragement

"That Hellhound practically humped your leg," I hissed, shoving my hand down the front of his jeans. "Paid killer, and you're practically inviting him out for coffee, and did you think I didn't know what that Fae bitch took from you, when you didn't even know it was on the table and--" My hand was curled around him, too rough and perfect, perfect, "And you keep doing it, you keep--"

Harry's head went back and hit the wall with a crack, and I was leaning in to him, pressed against him and coming too. I added to it, drawing it out til the pleasure was hurting him, then swallowing it down so hard he must have been left cold, numb at the edges.

There was a moment with the kind of perfect, echoing silence you only get when a sound that's been buzzing on the edge of your mind has finally stopped, a warm and perfect afterglow and I could feel Harry's energy running through me. I could taste him in my mouth like we'd actually got around to kissing. I was drunk on it and dimly, through the absence of hunger and the feeling of power, it occurred to me that this could be addictive. The irony didn't escape me.

Harry was patting my back, clumsily, dazed and comforting. And of course he was a cuddler, barely standing upright and still with his arms around me, awkwardly stroking my back. I couldn't stop myself laughing into his shoulder. "Empty Night, Harry..."

"You were, uh. Just trying to teach me a lesson, right? And it got a little out of hand." Awkward, offering us both a way out and scrambling to have this fit into some nice little ignorable box in his brain.

"Willful ignorance is a lousy defense," I said. I pushed myself away and looked at him, dazed and drained and looking freshly-fucked. Open. Vulnerable. "Get clean and go to bed," I said, turning my back and heading to my room.

Glad it's what you were after!

With some justification, it has to be said...

Ah- I just thought that Watanuki couldn't mess with that kind of magic or that nothing Marcone could offer would equal the amount of power necessary to remove the Winter Mantel. But it could be.

It's a very shiny prompt.

Dresden's issues are fun to play with.

Buckets of justification. BUCKETS.

That's good, because incoherent and in need of sleep was how I wrote it

jfc, anon. I think I love you. This was dark and beautiful.

oh, wow. so hot and so complicated and painful.

Why was he so stupid as to let a White Court vampire in this close, to invite it in and welcome it past all his defenses?

no, Thomas, he's not going to push you away, no matter how hard you try to make him. (Harry is definitely one for loving not wisely but too well.)

I honestly can't decide if this would be more fun with genderswitch or not, so the pronoun-neutral prompt is below.

Harry's killed Justin and is hiding/running from the Wardens and ends up somehow becoming Marcone's kept... person.

Ayway, Harry ends up either offering or being offered to Marcone as a gift. Harry's being pragmatic, acting for survival, trying to avoid starving to death somewhere and (especially after Justin's attempts at mind-rape), figures that hiring out a body isn't that big a deal, and at least Marcone doesn't want to own Harry permanently-- just a mutually convenient arrangement, with money, shelter and protection in exchange for exclusive and on-demand access to Harry.

Bonus points for:

Non!Virgin Harry-- Harry having some previous consensual experience.
Marcone dressing Harry up and buying Harry things
At least initially, both thinking that they're being pragmatic. If Marcone didn't offer this to Harry, it'd be someone else.
Mixed motivations.
Porn
People assuming Harry is... well, older than 16, certainly. Harry failing to correct them, because attention from social workers, people asking who Harry's guardian is? Really not going to make anything better.

tell him that if he couldn’t say it, they definitely couldn’t do any ‘you knowing’, because really.

I love that line.

This is tickling my brain wonderfully, but I may not have time to do anything with it. How would you feel about an all-human AU?

I know there's been Harry-and-Thomas-are-raised-together prompts before, but I'd love one where they're brothers as kids, rather than finding each other as adults, but from someone else's point of view. Bonus points if it's Lara.

What happens? Is Thomas still her favourite? Do they know Harry's got a different father? Shared custody? Kidnapping? Do the other Raith view Harry as one of them or one of their things? Is Lara protective, possessive or just dismissive?

And, uh, Siblings Who Are Weird About Each Other is one of my favourite tropes, so if it went there or even Went There (mmm, sibcest & quasi-sibcest), that would be nice.

I'm a greedy person and I love AUs, so the more, the merrier.

(And tangentially, that's one of the things I love about this kind of challenge, that prompts aren't exclusive. Makes it so much easier to riff of one, because you know you're not taking it away from anyone).

Brilliant and delicious, authornon. I love your Thomas POV.

And now I want all those scenarios Thomas was telling Harry about.

This prompt is kind of a mix between the pining!Marcone prompt and the can't-stop-being-chivalrous!Harry prompt.

I'd like something where Harry accidentally finds out that Marcone is in love with him, but doesn't feel the same way (or thinks he doesn't at first, either way), and feels a little awkward and sorry for him, and admits that while he doesn't feel the same way, he does respect and, to some degree, trust Marcone. Either they become friends or Marcone is embarrassed and annoyed by Harry's pity. With either one, it could stay unrequited or Harry could take a closer look at his feelings and realise he does want Marcone after all. (Route 2-2 would come with bonus angry!sex).

Hmm. But if he's Kon-like he'll need a Tim. A creepy, ept at everything but emotions bad ass..... Maggie? ^_^

Round 2 is closed.

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I can't decide if this would be more fun with genderswitch or not, so a pronoun-neutral prompt

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