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I can't imagine how Harry can imprint the gold dragon. He's too obviously male to be left face to face with the hatchling...
ohgodohgodohgod I can't believe I want this but I do.
They all hatch in the same arena. If she refuses all the girls and staggers over to the boys there's nothing anyone can do about it.
Harry Dresden wakes up one morning, to find himself in bed with John Marcone, with an eight-year-old mob princess daughter, less one beautiful girlfriend, an apartment, a car and most of his possessions, and plus several close friends he has never met, a job as a Warden, the position of Winter Knight, and a vampire half-brother.
Would prefer the period Harry's memory dates from to be just after Storm Front.
Would prefer the period Harry's memory dates from to be just after Storm Front.
Oooor Harry could accidentally stumble into the choosing process and bumble his way into being chosen.
In my head, he's standing with the male candidates, but the young queen gets stroppy and knocks over one of the girls, so his chivalry switch triggers and he runs over to help, and then -- history is made!
Depending on when in the timeline you set it - Ivy or a hypothetical Ivy-daughter?
You know how Thomas stopped hanging out with Harry? Well, maybe there was a reason for that. Maybe Lara didn't like seeing her favorite brother running around with a warden of the White Council, and threatened to kill Harry or something to keep him away.
But then Thomas didn't stay away. He ran off to help Harry save Maggie. Lara didn't know that he was in danger too and saw it as a betrayal.
What if she shot Harry at the end of Changes to punish Thomas? And Thomas found out? I would like to see a fic from either his or her point of view. Please make it long.
But then Thomas didn't stay away. He ran off to help Harry save Maggie. Lara didn't know that he was in danger too and saw it as a betrayal.
What if she shot Harry at the end of Changes to punish Thomas? And Thomas found out? I would like to see a fic from either his or her point of view. Please make it long.
Someone in the White Council - maybe a single person who can sway the others, or a group of wizards - doesn't like that Marcone is a freeholding lord of Chicago without any solid ties, and also doesn't like that Harry Dresden roams around Chicago without any known control over him.
So this someone (or someones) convinces the council to, somehow, make a contract that includes in it a requirement that Marcone and Harry must bond - the wizarding equivalent of marriage - or face the consequences (maybe the wardens will no longer serve Chicago? Making the city a refuge for all sorts of shady magical creatures). The idea is that Harry, because of his morals, would be a restraining force on John, and that John wouldn't let Harry make too many political waves (because he's more aware of political outcomes).
Of course, this blows up in their face because Harry and John together are quite a force to be reckoned with.
Also, I'd like to see a good amount of Harry/John interaction. :)
So this someone (or someones) convinces the council to, somehow, make a contract that includes in it a requirement that Marcone and Harry must bond - the wizarding equivalent of marriage - or face the consequences (maybe the wardens will no longer serve Chicago? Making the city a refuge for all sorts of shady magical creatures). The idea is that Harry, because of his morals, would be a restraining force on John, and that John wouldn't let Harry make too many political waves (because he's more aware of political outcomes).
Of course, this blows up in their face because Harry and John together are quite a force to be reckoned with.
Also, I'd like to see a good amount of Harry/John interaction. :)
seconded HARD.
If I have time, I might attempt to fill, but if someone else wants to take this please feel free. :)
If I have time, I might attempt to fill, but if someone else wants to take this please feel free. :)
Oh; *yes, please.*
This would be the definition of be careful what you wish for.
This would be the definition of be careful what you wish for.
Harry has a habit of giving people and things names (some of which were previously nameless). I've seen the idea in fic that the names he's given have consequences, but only mentioned in passing. I'd love to see that explored more directly.
He named Bob, Ivy, and Lash, for example. Giving them those names may have changed them and/or his relationship with them in profound metaphysical ways. Did giving Bob a name solidify his personality, even when he's not in Harry's possession? Did giving Lash a name make her more susceptible to his influence, or give her an existence independent from Lasciel? Did giving Ivy a name change her nature or allow her to be more than the Archive? Are any or all of the people Harry's named linked to him in some way? These are just the ideas that occur to me - if there's some other instance of Harry giving someone/something a name that you want to write about, run with it.
Tell me a story about names and their power, anon. Any pairing or none, it's up to you.
He named Bob, Ivy, and Lash, for example. Giving them those names may have changed them and/or his relationship with them in profound metaphysical ways. Did giving Bob a name solidify his personality, even when he's not in Harry's possession? Did giving Lash a name make her more susceptible to his influence, or give her an existence independent from Lasciel? Did giving Ivy a name change her nature or allow her to be more than the Archive? Are any or all of the people Harry's named linked to him in some way? These are just the ideas that occur to me - if there's some other instance of Harry giving someone/something a name that you want to write about, run with it.
Tell me a story about names and their power, anon. Any pairing or none, it's up to you.
...No, I have no idea how it would work. But I want it.
Possibly with Harry in the middle? Mental/emotional threesome with two bodies? Or maybe Harry figures out a way for Lash to manifest separately from him, and hijinks ensue.
Non-evil!Lash, preferably.
Possibly with Harry in the middle? Mental/emotional threesome with two bodies? Or maybe Harry figures out a way for Lash to manifest separately from him, and hijinks ensue.
Non-evil!Lash, preferably.
Different anon making it happen. Will put fill in comment attached to the main fill.
Author anon, you inspire much sexy.
Author anon, you inspire much sexy.
O.O Wow. I never thought about using the prompt that way before...
I really like how you wrote this. How Thomas is describing all the ways that Harry's leaving himself vulnerable, the people that want him, and how Thomas is so worried that he's pissed off. And Harry's willing to forgive Thomas for almost everything b/c not only is he Harry, but he's desperate for human contact and family.
Hmm... I still like how Harry still wants to believe that it's Thomas helping him in his own way when it's clearly something that family doesn't do to each other. Well...Maybe some exceptions.
What I would really like to read after this is Harry's reaction to Thomas and the people that Thomas mentioned afterwards. :D
I really like how you wrote this. How Thomas is describing all the ways that Harry's leaving himself vulnerable, the people that want him, and how Thomas is so worried that he's pissed off. And Harry's willing to forgive Thomas for almost everything b/c not only is he Harry, but he's desperate for human contact and family.
Hmm... I still like how Harry still wants to believe that it's Thomas helping him in his own way when it's clearly something that family doesn't do to each other. Well...Maybe some exceptions.
What I would really like to read after this is Harry's reaction to Thomas and the people that Thomas mentioned afterwards. :D
I should probably start using something like AYRT, for conversation continuity...
You are totally right that Ivy/Kincaid would be a classic McCaffrey pairing. And you know, if you write it, I will gleefully read it! And the creepy Thomas/Harry too!
There's a lot of stuff I cringe at in profic that I happily read in fanfic. For one thing, I think fandom really does it better, when it comes to this messy idtastic stuff - we know we're doing it, unlike a lot of pro authors, who put in skeevy plot/character elements without thinking and then freak out or dismiss it when readers point them out. In places like this kinkmeme, there's all kinds of dubcon and noncon, but we know what we're getting going in, and our beloved authornons are deliberately mashing specific kink-buttons, not treating consent as something that just doesn't matter. Or maybe this is self-justification so I can have my cake and eat it too...?
...And on the topic of imprinting on old Anne McCaffrey books, some of the ways people write Dresden/Marcone in this fandom remind me a bit of the Ship Who Sang. Niall, Helva's obsessive stalker boss, and Helva, the brilliant rule-breaking brainship who doesn't like being controlled, and their messed up True Love that just barely stops short of total mutual destruction.
Or actually, if I'm going to the brainship AU place, it makes more sense for Bob to be the brainship and Harry to be his brawn. *envisions a horny ship who keeps trying to get his brawn to hold orgies onboard so he can watch* And maybe Marcone is the interstellar mob boss the Harry-and-Bob team keeps running into? But there has to be a shellperson romance in there somewhere, or you might as well go with generic space AU. Marcone/Harry/Bob?
Cracktastic Butcher/McCaffrey fusions, why so much fun?
You are totally right that Ivy/Kincaid would be a classic McCaffrey pairing. And you know, if you write it, I will gleefully read it! And the creepy Thomas/Harry too!
There's a lot of stuff I cringe at in profic that I happily read in fanfic. For one thing, I think fandom really does it better, when it comes to this messy idtastic stuff - we know we're doing it, unlike a lot of pro authors, who put in skeevy plot/character elements without thinking and then freak out or dismiss it when readers point them out. In places like this kinkmeme, there's all kinds of dubcon and noncon, but we know what we're getting going in, and our beloved authornons are deliberately mashing specific kink-buttons, not treating consent as something that just doesn't matter. Or maybe this is self-justification so I can have my cake and eat it too...?
...And on the topic of imprinting on old Anne McCaffrey books, some of the ways people write Dresden/Marcone in this fandom remind me a bit of the Ship Who Sang. Niall, Helva's obsessive stalker boss, and Helva, the brilliant rule-breaking brainship who doesn't like being controlled, and their messed up True Love that just barely stops short of total mutual destruction.
Or actually, if I'm going to the brainship AU place, it makes more sense for Bob to be the brainship and Harry to be his brawn. *envisions a horny ship who keeps trying to get his brawn to hold orgies onboard so he can watch* And maybe Marcone is the interstellar mob boss the Harry-and-Bob team keeps running into? But there has to be a shellperson romance in there somewhere, or you might as well go with generic space AU. Marcone/Harry/Bob?
Cracktastic Butcher/McCaffrey fusions, why so much fun?
Donar(Odin) Vadderung/Harry Dresden Theme:Gossip
Donar has a lot of kids and friends/enemies/allies, etc. What if they heard about the Odin's newest interest?
You can include Norse Gods from either the Myths or comic/books like Marvel or is it DC? Either way, whatever writer wants.
Has to be in Donar's POV about the gossip.
Sex is optional and welcomed. :D
Donar has a lot of kids and friends/enemies/allies, etc. What if they heard about the Odin's newest interest?
You can include Norse Gods from either the Myths or comic/books like Marvel or is it DC? Either way, whatever writer wants.
Has to be in Donar's POV about the gossip.
Sex is optional and welcomed. :D
Prequel to other two meme fics: http://scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org/306.html?thread=30002#cmt30002 and http://scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org/306.html?thread=165682#cmt165682
The first time the White Council encountered Harry Dresden, he had reeked of smoke and blood. All of sixteen and already a murderer. Margaret LaFey’s child through-and-through. He claimed self-defense. It was a shallow excuse for a deep scar. Darkness lurked in his magic and soul.
And he escaped us. Escaped justice. My sword.
He reeked of smoke and blood now.
I stumbled out of the burning house, Dresden’s limp body light on my shoulder. This close, all I could smell was him: smoke and blood.
We hadn’t let him clean before we took him before the Council. Filthy face covered in a black hood, everyone could smell his guilt even if we couldn’t see it. Burning flesh carries a specific smell, and it lingered on Dresden’s clothes and skin. Son of a warlock, trained by a warlock, blood under his dirty nails. He should have died then under my blade.
Like so many others, he escaped with his neck intact.
When I laid him on the grass, still close enough to feel the heat of the blaze, he didn’t move. Still and pale and bloodied, Dresden didn’t look like a warlock. Was that enough? That he didn’t look like one? The Blackstaff, of all people, should have known better.
Dresden just looked bruised and thin.
I leaned down. All I could smell was smoke and blood. It seeped into my lungs.
It stopped his.
Justin DuMorne hadn’t looked like a warlock, either. He had been one of us, long ago. He had been a Warden.
All of this was supposed to mean something.
I checked his pulse. Thready but there. Pulse, no breath. I tilted his head back and pinched his nose shut. I pressed my mouth to his and focused on breathing for him so I wouldn’t notice his taste.
Except he didn’t taste like I thought he would.
His lips felt soft for a warlock’s.
I expected smoke and blood. I expected something sharp and sour to match his vicious tongue.
I breathed for him and knew Dresden was too much of a stubborn bastard to let something like not breathing kill him.
We found him outside the burning home of his adopted father after he had murdered him.
I found him inside the burning home of a murderer, waiting to die.
Dresden tasted sweet.
His mouth gave softly under mine.
He was confused after, asking me why I didn’t let him die in the fire.
That was what separated warlocks and wardens, the fact that he had to ask that question at all.
Even if we both smelled like smoke and blood.
The first time the White Council encountered Harry Dresden, he had reeked of smoke and blood. All of sixteen and already a murderer. Margaret LaFey’s child through-and-through. He claimed self-defense. It was a shallow excuse for a deep scar. Darkness lurked in his magic and soul.
And he escaped us. Escaped justice. My sword.
He reeked of smoke and blood now.
I stumbled out of the burning house, Dresden’s limp body light on my shoulder. This close, all I could smell was him: smoke and blood.
We hadn’t let him clean before we took him before the Council. Filthy face covered in a black hood, everyone could smell his guilt even if we couldn’t see it. Burning flesh carries a specific smell, and it lingered on Dresden’s clothes and skin. Son of a warlock, trained by a warlock, blood under his dirty nails. He should have died then under my blade.
Like so many others, he escaped with his neck intact.
When I laid him on the grass, still close enough to feel the heat of the blaze, he didn’t move. Still and pale and bloodied, Dresden didn’t look like a warlock. Was that enough? That he didn’t look like one? The Blackstaff, of all people, should have known better.
Dresden just looked bruised and thin.
I leaned down. All I could smell was smoke and blood. It seeped into my lungs.
It stopped his.
Justin DuMorne hadn’t looked like a warlock, either. He had been one of us, long ago. He had been a Warden.
All of this was supposed to mean something.
I checked his pulse. Thready but there. Pulse, no breath. I tilted his head back and pinched his nose shut. I pressed my mouth to his and focused on breathing for him so I wouldn’t notice his taste.
Except he didn’t taste like I thought he would.
His lips felt soft for a warlock’s.
I expected smoke and blood. I expected something sharp and sour to match his vicious tongue.
I breathed for him and knew Dresden was too much of a stubborn bastard to let something like not breathing kill him.
We found him outside the burning home of his adopted father after he had murdered him.
I found him inside the burning home of a murderer, waiting to die.
Dresden tasted sweet.
His mouth gave softly under mine.
He was confused after, asking me why I didn’t let him die in the fire.
That was what separated warlocks and wardens, the fact that he had to ask that question at all.
Even if we both smelled like smoke and blood.
AN: Not porny at all, and more pre-slash than anything else, but I hope OP (and others) enjoy anyways!
“What, you think you’re just going to walk in there with your money-green eyes and your guns blazing and Cujo looking rabid and they’re just going to let you stay and negotiate terms?” I asked. Stars, but Marcone could be thick – you didn’t just walk in to a White Council meeting and tell them that the Wardens could operate in your city, but you wanted damn reports. Wizards didn’t take well to that.
It took me a moment to realize that the entire room had gone silent. Not that there were many people there, of course – Mouse, Marcone, and Hendricks over by the door holding up the wall – but everyone was watching me fume like it was some sort of sport. “What?” I finally demanded.
“Money-green eyes?” Marcone asked.
Shit. Aw, Hell’s Bells I did not say that. I couldn’t have said that. No matter how true it was. “It’s an accurate enough description,” I answered, hoping I sounded reasonable.
“Hendricks you describe as a rabid, terrorizing bulldog, yet I have blazing guns and – as you said, Harry – money-green eyes.”
Okay, so I had given Marcone a slightly more favorable description. So what? Didn’t mean anything. “What’s your point?” Belatedly, I remembered: “Don’t call me Harry.”
“What color are Ms. Rodriguez’s eyes, I wonder?”
I only hesitated a moment before I answered: “Blue.”
“Just blue?”
I shrugged. “Blue is blue.” And hopefully they weren’t brown. Because I honestly couldn’t remember.
“I see.” Bastard was smirking at me. “I’d make a guess and say that you don’t remember the color of Mr. Sells eyes, at the moment.”
I shrugged. “Minor detail,” I said. “I don’t usually look into my enemies’ eyes. Those soulgazes aren’t fun. Not that any are, but those are worse.”
He nodded. “You do not consider the eye color of your enemies to be important, and we have shared a soulgaze, so I must not be as much of an enemy as you pretend. You also remember clearly enough that my eyes are money-green – enough to let the description slip when you’re angry – but don’t remember that Ms. Rodriguez’s eyes are a dark brown. Apparently, my eye color is something more worthy of remembering than that of your former girlfriend’s.”
I shifted, uncomfortable. So what if I remembered his eye color? And Susan was my former girlfriend. She left me, after that mess with the Red Court, and yes I could see how it was for the best but it still hurt, damnit. He didn’t have to rub my shortcomings in my face. “Are we finished?” I asked. “Because I’d like to leave.”
“Oh no, Harry,” Marcone said, leaning back in his chair. Hendricks moved slightly, so his weight was against the door instead of the wall. “We’re far from finished.”
Damn.
“What, you think you’re just going to walk in there with your money-green eyes and your guns blazing and Cujo looking rabid and they’re just going to let you stay and negotiate terms?” I asked. Stars, but Marcone could be thick – you didn’t just walk in to a White Council meeting and tell them that the Wardens could operate in your city, but you wanted damn reports. Wizards didn’t take well to that.
It took me a moment to realize that the entire room had gone silent. Not that there were many people there, of course – Mouse, Marcone, and Hendricks over by the door holding up the wall – but everyone was watching me fume like it was some sort of sport. “What?” I finally demanded.
“Money-green eyes?” Marcone asked.
Shit. Aw, Hell’s Bells I did not say that. I couldn’t have said that. No matter how true it was. “It’s an accurate enough description,” I answered, hoping I sounded reasonable.
“Hendricks you describe as a rabid, terrorizing bulldog, yet I have blazing guns and – as you said, Harry – money-green eyes.”
Okay, so I had given Marcone a slightly more favorable description. So what? Didn’t mean anything. “What’s your point?” Belatedly, I remembered: “Don’t call me Harry.”
“What color are Ms. Rodriguez’s eyes, I wonder?”
I only hesitated a moment before I answered: “Blue.”
“Just blue?”
I shrugged. “Blue is blue.” And hopefully they weren’t brown. Because I honestly couldn’t remember.
“I see.” Bastard was smirking at me. “I’d make a guess and say that you don’t remember the color of Mr. Sells eyes, at the moment.”
I shrugged. “Minor detail,” I said. “I don’t usually look into my enemies’ eyes. Those soulgazes aren’t fun. Not that any are, but those are worse.”
He nodded. “You do not consider the eye color of your enemies to be important, and we have shared a soulgaze, so I must not be as much of an enemy as you pretend. You also remember clearly enough that my eyes are money-green – enough to let the description slip when you’re angry – but don’t remember that Ms. Rodriguez’s eyes are a dark brown. Apparently, my eye color is something more worthy of remembering than that of your former girlfriend’s.”
I shifted, uncomfortable. So what if I remembered his eye color? And Susan was my former girlfriend. She left me, after that mess with the Red Court, and yes I could see how it was for the best but it still hurt, damnit. He didn’t have to rub my shortcomings in my face. “Are we finished?” I asked. “Because I’d like to leave.”
“Oh no, Harry,” Marcone said, leaning back in his chair. Hendricks moved slightly, so his weight was against the door instead of the wall. “We’re far from finished.”
Damn.
Eeeeheehee. I enjoyed this mightily. This is so very Harry, this slip of the tongue.
This is so awesome! :D There needs to be more Morgan/Dresden pairings in this meme.
I like how you wrote in Morgan's POV from his past opinion of Harry to when he saved him in Storm Front.
Particularly the part where Morgan sorta thought of himself as the same as Harry and the only difference that makes them not warlocks is what would make them a warden instead.
On an interesting note for Morgan/Dresden shippers, I think on TVTropes mentioned that after Deadbeat, Morgan kinda starts to respect Harry more to the point where he trusts him in Turncoat.
I like how you wrote in Morgan's POV from his past opinion of Harry to when he saved him in Storm Front.
Particularly the part where Morgan sorta thought of himself as the same as Harry and the only difference that makes them not warlocks is what would make them a warden instead.
On an interesting note for Morgan/Dresden shippers, I think on TVTropes mentioned that after Deadbeat, Morgan kinda starts to respect Harry more to the point where he trusts him in Turncoat.
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