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Re: (SPOILERS for Supernatural through episode 6.10)

[c_l_craft.livejournal.com]

I think the big thing was that Lilith didn't want Dean to get out of his deal so she shut down an chance of him getting it back by just refusing to give it back.

Yeah, the series can have a hard time fitting together, but when they come together they're awesome. Like, imagine if Marcone got his hands on The Knife or The Colt? Or if Lilith got in a smack down with Nic.

I've been watching since the pilot, more or less. Castiel is adorable, and has some of the best lines on TV. The bones made some since to me, just because of what demons are in Supernatural, but I did not like them turning on Crowley like that.

Re: More authornon babble

[c_l_craft.livejournal.com]

No, no you shouldn't because the first thing that came to my mind when you said that was 'and record it on is Iphone' because that's apparently where he keeps all his gay porn.

Re: OP Re: Fill: Playing for the Crowd 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

*loling forever*

Well, my side has Harry, but I'm giving you Marcone to even out the power structure. They can divide control of the kinkmeme between them. The Freeholding Lord of Cream Cheese and the Warden of the Toasted Council. The only problem I see is this means the Bagel Accords will technically be the Frozen Bagel Accords. And that's just *wrong*...

Re: Fill: Good for the Soul

[(Anonymous)]

And as the anon above you pointed out, the FBI works inside the US more so than the CIA. So FBI really does seem to be the best choice. :D

Hah! Too funny!

I suspect Hendricks spends a lot of his time facepalming at Harry and Marcone behind their backs. In fact, he's probably considering getting a second doctorate in psychology and using the two of them for his thesis. Because they provide so much material.

Re: Fill: Good for the Soul

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks!

Re: Fill: Good for the Soul

[(Anonymous)]

*bows head out of reflex* And you as well.

5 + 1 Obliviousness

[(Anonymous)]

Five times someone flirted with Harry and he didn't notice, and one time he thought someone was making a pass at him and they didn't know they were doing anything.

Re: Tam Lin

[(Anonymous)]

I can see this going a couple of ways. Someone in an established relationship with him and trying to find a way to free him comes across the story and decides to go for it, someone without an established relationship tries to court him and then do it, or Harry finds out about the story and is trying to find a true love.
If it's someone not in a relationship with him they could start by trying to get whoever they think is his true love to do it (i.e. Thomas, Murphy) and get blank looks before taking matters into their own hands. Unless it's Murphy doing it. Thomas already has a true love.

Talk Dirty to Me

[(Anonymous)]

So, I like nasty sex. By which I mean, rough, hair-pulling, dirty-talking, spanking and slapping and biting and clawing.

Kincaid/Dresden or Marcone/Dresden, along these lines? Not serious BDSM safeword-required sex, just a bit of tough love. Hell, I would take Morgan/Dresden, too. Even Thomas/Harry. I like Dresden on the bottom, though if you want to fill it the other way go right ahead <3

Re: Fill: 3-way Mirror 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

That was really well done. I love the contrasts and the similarities, and also the ways both Marcones were mapping them just as I was. The way they both want what the other has, but can't conceive of paying the necessary price... ow.

And Harry, so generous - it's not just John who's different in a world where he gets the love he needs.

Re: Part 2 of 2 or possibly a whole lot, depending on whether I get inspired

[(Anonymous)]

YES. EXACTLY. DO WANT VERY MUCH. (can you just SEE Harry smacking Marcone FOREVER for this? because I can.)

OP Re: The power of names

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks for telling me! If you find an idea that does grab you, I will be very happy to see the results. :)

(Maybe someone notices the pattern of Harry giving out names, and the results? It might be Bob. Or Ivy, who would have the background knowledge to recognize it.)

Re: OP Here

[(Anonymous)]

Now I'm picturing Hendricks with one of those baby memory books but for aspiring mafia dons. Something with entries like "Marcone's first switchblade" and "Little Johnny on his first hit". XD

Hendricks is so full of hidden talents. I bet his scrapbooks are awesome.

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American Gods crossover!

Sigrun + Mr. Wednesday? Czernobog & his sisters live in Chicago - does Marcone or Harry know about the gods in their midst?

[c_l_craft.livejournal.com]

This needs to happen so badly.

Shadow does return home to Chicago at the end of that short story he was in.

Re: Part 2 of 2 or possibly a whole lot, depending on whether I get inspired

[(Anonymous)]

(inarticulate sound of delight)

Re: Fill: Playing for the Crowd 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

The crumbs and coffee rings are endlessly amusing.

Re: More authornon babble

[(Anonymous)]

I... totally need this in my life.

Re: Part 2 of 2 or possibly a whole lot, depending on whether I get inspired

[samjohnsson]

I'm...not sure if Marcone's or Carpenter's reaction to this little plan is going to be more epic. I do want to see it, though!

Re: Fill: Playing for the Crowd 2/?

[samjohnsson]

Harry, Harry, Harry. Never try to one-up Marcone.

Hells. With your skills and luck, never try to one-up anyone.

[(Anonymous)]

INFINITE YES

Murphy the Vampire Slayer

[(Anonymous)]

Short, cute, blonde and kicks ass? It was a prompt just waiting to happen.

Re: Murphy the Vampire Slayer

[binz]

And she's already said "you have fruit punch mouth". ;)

Re: Murphy the Vampire Slayer

[(Anonymous)]

oh god oh god oh god

Harry as Xander and Marcone as Spike- not a perfect fit dynamic wise but I could see this particularly in Harry and Xander's epically shitty luck with the ladies. But Harrys all power and then Xanders all Zeppo so it isn't quite perfect.

Fill: Side Effects May Include... [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Marcone started at the beginning, when his men showed me into his car after Tommy Tomm’s death, and carefully retold events I’d already known had happened. I didn’t interrupt; I’d asked him to tell me everything.

After that, some of the details got blurry. Marcone could only tell me so much; I was apparently allies with someone named Thomas, whom Marcone knew beyond a doubt was a White Court vampire, but he couldn’t tell me why. It was not a secret I’d shared with him, and I’d told him it wasn’t really my secret to tell – but apparently I’d dated Thomas for a while, and Thomas had given something of a telling-off to Marcone when I’d started dating Marcone.

I had a dog. Mouse. Who was huge and smart and apparently absolutely irreplaceable.

I had a daughter. Maggie. I apparently didn’t like to talk about her mother, but Marcone suspected it was Susan. I still remembered her, and yeah, there had been opportunity.

Something in Marcone’s voice told me that he, at the very least, believed what he was saying. He believed Maggie was our daughter. He believed I’d become a Warden. He believed I’d friended a White Court vampire. He believed Bianca was dead. He believed I’d saved him from werewolves and fallen angels alike. Some of it held truth I could recognize – I was friends with Michael Carpenter, and he did have a wife named Charity. I didn’t remember her being pregnant, though, and I certainly didn’t remember them naming a kid after me. Charity hated me too much for that.

But he could have researched my relationships with some people to help build this – this fantasy, or whatever it was. That he thought it was true and believed it did not necessarily mean that it was true.

An alarm went off a few moments after he finished, and Marcone calmly dressed himself in a pair of boxers, sweatpants, and a loose robe before unlocking the door. I stood up as he did so, keeping him in my sight and uncertain where to move next. If this was a fantasy he believed in, and I was somehow a part of it, then the rest of the outside world wouldn’t fit in. There wouldn’t be a Maggie out there, Hendricks would look indulgent but stern, and a quick call to Murphy would confirm that the last case we’d worked on had been about the Three-Eye drug and Victor Sells. The other possibility was that Marcone was telling the truth, that I had lived out all those years and now couldn’t remember them.

“Do you need to talk to Bob?” Marcone asked.

“You know about Bob?” I asked, with maybe just a hint of panic. I’d worked so hard to hide him – if anyone on the Council knew, then both Bob and I would be screwed. And not in a good way.

“I know he is someone you consult with,” Marcone answered, “I’ve never seen or spoken to him personally. You hinted that the situation might be delicate.”

“I certainly don’t trust you with much as far as magic goes, do I?” I asked.

“You don’t trust anyone much. You trust me more than others, but that doesn’t mean you welcome sharing information with open arms. We’ve worked on mutual agreement for the past several years that, unless I need to know, you don’t tell me anything about magic that can cause potential harm to myself, yourself, or others, and I give you the same courtesy about my work. It allows us to focus more on taking care of Maggie and taking care of each other.”

“I don’t need someone to take care of me.”

“You may not require it, but it appears to simplified things for you – and made you happier, unless I miss my guess.”

There was the tiniest of knocks on the door, and then it opened to reveal a waist-high little girl with curls in her brown hair, a nightgown down to her knees with TinkerBell on the front, and tiny pink princess slippers. “Daddy?” she asked. “Papa?”

Marcone went to her immediately. “Daddy’s not feeling well today, sweetheart,” he said, lifting her up.

She looked at Harry suspiciously. “He doesn’t look sick,” she announced. “Maybe he’s faking.”

“Margaret Dresden, you know better,” Marcone scolded. The child squirmed in his arms.

“But Daddy’s supposed to make us pancakes today. I don’t want him to be sick.”

“Tell you what,” I said, unable to tear my gaze away from the pout on the tiny pink lips that reminded me of Susan – definitely her child. Definitely. “I don’t think you’ll catch what I’ve got, so I’ll go ahead and make pancakes, but then I have to…” I tried to think of a way to explain ‘figure things out’ without freaking out a kid that might actually be mine. “Have to go talk to people to find out if I can get better.”

That seemed to satisfy her, as she squealed – actually squealed – and flung herself out of Marcone’s arms to latch herself around my waist. Marcone had to be a lot stronger than I thought, if he was able to pick her up and hold her so easily. She was eight, not three – she had a few more pounds and the awkwardness of being bigger about her. “Thank you, Daddy!” she almost shouted, and then took my hand and started pulling me to the kitchen. “Come on – I saw Mister Hendricks bring in the stuff last night. He got chocolate chips and everything. And chocolate milk! I can have some right?”

“Sure,” I answered, a bit breathlessly, and swallowed. She wasn’t like the eight-year-old I’d been, with an uncertain future and less to be happy about. She was a ball of energy waiting to explode.

Marcone followed behind us a bit more leisurely, watching us with a smile on his face. And I knew why, too – I didn’t trust Marcone enough to leave him alone with a young child, so while I would be talking to Bob and calling up Murphy (and maybe Michael), I wouldn’t be going that far from him and Maggie.

And had she just said that Cujo had gone grocery shopping for us?

I tossed out ideas of living in Marcone’s fantasy world, and started entertaining ideas of either actually losing my memory as Marcone described or waking up in an alternate reality. Because that thought surely belonged in the Twilight Zone.