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So would I! :) Unfortunately, no one's taken it up yet...

-OP

Preferred pairings: John/Harry, John/Butters, Hendricks/Harry, Rahm/Harry, Odin/Harry, Erlking/Harry, Kincaid/Harry, Kincaid/Butters

...but I'll take anything. Really.

The prompt is pretty vague, but I want a Harlequin romance. Really. If you want, you can take the plot summary off the back of a Harlequin book and try to match - or use one of their one-line "buy me!" sayings as inspiration.

City boy meets hot, in-control cowboy? Nervous, virgin office clerk bumps into his boss, and gets mysteriously promoted? Power goes out and Harry's not afraid to go next door and ask his neighbor for some fuel for the fire - although John isn't really the sort of neighbor he should be visiting...

Okay, so that last one is maybe more of a Gothic romance, but that works too! :) Gothic Harlequin, Schmoopy Harlequin, Fluffy Romance, whatever. Go with it, anons!

oh god that last idea makes me want vampire!John/Harry in a blackout so badly...

♪ I never should have rented this apartment in the mortal city... ♪

It would be awesome - and I would so love to read it! :)

"Hey, I need to borrow some batteries if you have some. You wouldn't happen to have any sugar, too, would you?"

"Uh, John, why don't you have any food in your kitchen?"

"Oh. Right. I see. I'm the food. In your kitchen."

YES, YES I WANT! :)

-OP

goddamnit OP, shut up, now I want bitey vampire fic with Harry as the very convenient meal next door.

all the pairings you list are m/m -- how would you feel about het? Because I have a bunny for Heyeresque poor foundling Harry meets brave veteran peace officer Lieutenant Murphy. Het, then, but genderswap convention?

I am totally okay with Het! Especially if you're messing with gender conventions. That...actually sounds really good. :) Let the plot bunny take hold!

Also, there is not enough Harry/Murphy in my world. Why is this?

I just learned that somebody has created a kink generator (http://shiny.kirax2.org/kinks.html), so...let's make this kink meme kinkier?

(I like how kink memes tend to have fic that shows how kinks that are very much not mine can be sexy, but I know next to nothing about kinks outside of the popular ones, so...)

You say "shut up" but what you really mean is "MORE MORE MORE!"

Because John as a vampire is not-so-surprisingly very hot. Especially when Harry's the one being feasted on. :)

H:"Stars, I hadn't meant 'Bite me' to be so literal."
J:"You complaining?"
H:"No."
J:"Hmmm."
H:"Do it again?"
J:*grins*

I also enjoy how kinks that are not mine can be so much fun to read and occasionally attempt filling. :)

Thanks for the link! I lol'd at the first kink it gave me: love/hate relationship. There's certainly more than enough fuel for that fire in this verse!

I can't believe no one has prompted this.

I don't care what the setup is -- hell, I don't care if there is setup, if push comes to shove. Just the three of them. Harry's relationship with each of them is so intense -- devoted and tender and resentful and passionate and pissed off. Combine them, and I really want to know what you'd get.

"You're a vampire. I live next door to a vampire." Harry scrubbed at his face. "This... how is this my life?"

John leaned against the table separating them. Harry tried not to take an instinctive step back. Now that he knew what John was, it explained that low-key radiating sense of predator that he put off. The hurricane lamp on the table caught his eyes, making the green look flecked with inhuman gold. "And what exactly are you going to do now, Mr. Dresden?"

"I... Stars, I just wanted to borrow some candles," Harry said weakly, shoving his hands in his pockets to avoid fidgeting. "I can't believe you live here. Don't vampires haunt old castles and stuff?"

"Chicago is very suitable for someone who is sensitive to sunlight. In the winter, the weather is poor enough that cloud blocks out the sun and living in an urban canyon makes for plenty of shadows." He sounded so human, rational and normal. It was easy to ignore the sharpness of his two upper canines. Hell's bells, how had he missed that?

"Oh. Good for you?" Harry winced. "So is that a no on the candles?"

"Are you not afraid the longest you spend in my presence, the more likely you are to be hurt?"

"Are you going to kill me or turn me?" John shook his head. "Then no, not really."

"You are an incredibly reckless man."

"I just spent something like five hours in the dark. I'm a little fixated on fixed that."

That depends on how you term "fill," because this certainly made me smile. :)

Poor Harry, shocked and frustrated and "is that a no on the candles?"! :) No, Harry, I don't feel sorry for you. You should tell John he can have a taste if he'll just light some candles and give you some light to work with. :) I'm sure he'll be accommodating enough then to go out and get you candles if he doesn't have any!

Thank you for this! :)

-OP (loves you)

shut up, I'm not writing this. Commentboxing does not count.

John had the corner apartment, so he had a better view of the city than Harry did next door. While the vampire rooted took the hurricane lamp into the next room to look for a box of candles, Harry sat in the chair at the window in the pitch black and looked out.

It was strange. Chicago wasn't supposed to be this dark. There was no moon tonight and the buildings and streets were dark. In some of the windows across the street, Harry could see faintly glowing lights. Nothing electric. All soft flames in the blackout. Everything felt unbalanced.

Harry didn't know when John came back. The dark was thick, unbroken by the hurricane lamp. Harry assumed John could see in the dark and had abandoned the lamp. "It's weird," Harry murmured. "I've lived here for years. First time I've seen the stars. With all the light pollution gone, they seem really bright."

John closed in until Harry could see him out of his peripheral vision. "Hm. Strange, isn't it? It's a perfect night, but so many souls are awake," he said with equal quiet. "Even though the city itself is asleep."

Harry nodded. It was almost nice, like this. He didn't want it to last because he needed to go to work to make money to pay his rent, and that wouldn't happen with the blackout. But for the moment? It was nice.

John offered a box to Harry, presumably the candles. "Thanks. Now I can look around, see if I have anything in my kitchen that doesn't need electricity to cook."

"Hungry?"

"Starving, you? Oh." He felt his face redden. "Sorry, stupid question."

"I am," John said mildly, and Harry wished there was enough light now so he could see the vampire. "Stop it. I'm not going to bite you without your permission."

"Oh, but you would if I told you it was okay?"

"Of course."

\o/

As soon as I finish my other two pending fills, I'll do this. Anyone else should go in the meantime, though. The more the merrier.

I'm still not sure I believe you, because this? Totally works for me. Commentboxing is *definitely* good by my standards.

Tell you what; you can write all the non-fills you want, and I'll smile and nod and say they aren't fills while totally and not-so-secretly believing they are. :) Sound fair?

I love the quiet moment this starts out with, because it's true - without all the light pollution, the city does look different, and the sky's changed, and it's one thing to know it and another to actually see it.

Harry is also adorable in how he's so relaxed around John, but also sort of feelings out in the whole "okay, vampire. lived next to me for a while, hasn't killed me yet, what do I do now?" way, and his "I don't know if this is okay" sort of awkwardness. :)

-OP (still loves you. a lot.)

yays! :) I'll be looking forward to it!

-OP

There wasn't much in his apartment. Harry found some PopTarts, a few cans of warm Coke, and some coldcuts (that were fast becoming luke-warm cuts with the fridge powered down). He scarfed down the PopTarts, but made the pastrami into sandwiches and brought them back nextdoor.

At John's inquisitive eyebrow, Harry said, "Makes no sense to waste the light. Might as well share." He held out a sandwich wrapped in a paper towel. "You eat people food too?"

John stared down at the offering. "You didn't put garlic in it in some immature attempt to kill the monster next door, did you? Because I don't appreciate such cliches."

"Pastrami and provolone on white, I promise."

So somehow they ended up on the sofa eating. John only had one half of his sandwich, claiming to not require more fuel than that. Harry would've questioned further, but he was hungry and glad to have more for himself.

It was getting cold. Chicago in late winter was chilly and the A/Cs had been out for almost a day now. Harry was dressed warmly, but the temperature continued to drop. John eyed him keenly as he stuck his hands in his pockets. "A moment," he said, then left the room, steps certain in the black.

John brought a thick blanket back, handing it off to Harry. It was cushy in his hands, likely a comforter of some sort. He thanked John and nudged off his shoes, curling his legs up on the sofa and laying the blanket over him. "Lemme guess, you don't do the whole cold thing?"

"Correct," John said, taking his seat next to Harry again. "I feel heat and cold, but it doesn't hurt me as it does you. I don't have need to keep my core temperature around 98.6 as you do."

"How'd it... happen? Have you been alive for centuries or something?"

John smiled, sharp teeth unabashedly on display. "No. I was overseas with my troop on a peacekeeping operation about... fifteen years ago, I suppose. I worked closely with our local liaison and translator. We became friendly."

"And he bit you?"

"He saved my life. I'd taken a bullet and was bleeding out. He turned me so I wouldn't die."

"Oh." Harry went quiet again, looking down at the blanket. He caught some frayed threads between his fingers and started braiding them absently. "I'm... sorry? I guess? I'm not sure what to say."

The vampire shrugged. "It's fine. I haven't lived long enough to be discontent with my supernatural immunity. I'm fine with my situation."

John, the friendly neighborhood super-well-adjusted vampire. Harry shook his head, smiling.

Harry was starting to kind of like sitting in John's apartment. The view was, as mentioned, better. The sofa was comfy, as was the blanket. It was clean and tidy in a very endearingly OCD way. Even the CD rack was alphabetized.

And John was good at quiet. Harry was aware of his neighbor before today, but didn't really know him. Yet they were already getting really good at comfortable silence. Usually you had to know someone for a while before you could resist the impulse to fill any gap in the conversation with noise. But here, in the dark peacefulness?

So Harry was surprised when John stood up and went to the window, movements quick and lacking his usual grace. "You should leave."

Harry lifted his head from where it'd been resting on the arm of the sofa. He'd been working steadily towards a nap. "What?"

"Go back to your apartment." His tone was hard, but lightened when John glanced sideways to smirk at Harry. "You can borrow the blanket. Just give it back later."

"Did I do something wrong?" He tried not to sound like he was whining. It was just that he was looking forward to that nap. It was hard to sleep in his own apartment, alone in the blackout. There was that creepy paranoia that someone might break in while he was sleeping.

"Not expressly. But you're still here," John said, giving Harry a significant look.

"Okay?"

He snorted. "I'm getting hungry, Mr. Dresden. My iron control has its limits. One such limit is sharing my space with a... with you."

Harry sat up straighter. "With a what?"

"Best I don't answer that. You wouldn't understand." His smile turned somewhat bitter.

"Try me. I mean, I haven't felt the urge to search for any sharp, stake-shaped objects yet." He knew he sounded defensive there. But he hadn't done anything to make John think he wasn't okay with the vampire thing. The cageyness was bothering him.

John slinked back over to the sofa, leaning down with one hand on the armrest. "With a warm, hot-blooded man who is falling asleep on my sofa." His eyes gleamed in the dark, almost glowing. "Do you know why vampires tend bite people as they sleep?"

Harry put all of his focus on not moving away, pressing back into the cushion. He had asked. "No?"

John bent further down and inhaled deeply. Then he grinned, something wild to the look on his face. "Sweeter taste. And the melatonin is rather nice. Mellow and heady." His breath gusted over Harry's mouth.

In the next instant, he stood up straight and backed away. "Clear enough, Harry?"

Harry swallowed thickly. "Cr-crystal."

Anyone/Dresden Fae/Dresden Donar/Dresden Reincarnation!fic

Remember that prompt in which everyone will get old and die eventually except Harry and some of the other characters? What if several decades/centuries later, a character of your choice reincarnates and they keep wondering why they keep having dreams of a certain wizards whose looks have not changes in the past years or so.

It's up to the writer to decide if there's WinterKnight!Dresden and if the character's personality/looks stay the same or not. And if it's Harry who recognizes them or the other way around.

Kinks: BlowJobs/Facefucking, Size!Kink, Temperature!Kink, Marking/Biting, Noise, Closet!Sex, Gagging, Desk!Sex
These are optional. :D
Hm...Random Kink Generator say Temperature!Kink and defined it as "using ice cubes as penetration" and "candles". ...Try it out?

John continued to stand at the window, posture somewhat stiff. Harry watched him, thinking. He didn't want to leave was the thing. He knew he had some weird issues; he either shut himself away like a hermit or he refused to be alone. Right now, he wasn't feeling the need to be isolated, so he was extremely reluctant to go. Not when he felt so ensconced. John was perhaps the only person who could make you feel welcome while telling you to get out.

"So," Harry asked, loudly cutting through the silence. "How often does someone give you permission?"

John turned very slowly to Harry, face pulled into a confused grimace. "Come again?"

"You said you don't snack without permission. How often do you get permission?"

John stared at him for a long moment. "Less often than I'd like," he answered carefully.

"And you can bite someone and not turn them?" Informed consent was a good thing. Harry read about it in a magazine once.

John took one step forward, then seemed to change his mind and backed away again. "It takes concerted effort to turn someone. It's not something down lightly or by accident."

Harry nodded, mulling that over. "Okay. Cool." He shifted on the sofa, laying his head back down and pulling the comforter more snugly around himself. "I might doze off for a bit."

"I... all right." He sounded very uncertain.

"I'm just saying. I know the risks and I'm okay with them." He shut his eyes pointedly and relaxed into the couch, into that electric feeling of being safe in a monster's den.

Glad I'm not the only person who doesn't even like the smell! It's really rare to run into someone who will admit to disliking both.

I'm super-pleased you're liking the fic <3

It works - except for Gard and Kincaid. I kinda doubt either of them are the type to save it for a thousand years or so, though maybe that's just my love of the Kincaid/Gard fill on DF Kink Meme Part One showing through...

*paws at you and makes whiney begging noise*

Is there more? Pretty please?

Kink generator says: "Roughnecks (cowboys; Tarzan figures; relatedly rough characteristics and behavior, such as scruffiness, rudeness, crude language, uncouth habits, etc.)"

I want Harry/John, with John getting extremely turned on by how...unrefined Harry is. Especially if Harry uses crude words for sexual organs and positions (like, "I'm going to shove my dick in your ass and fuck you like an animal" except less cliche)

Also beard scruff. And Harry should have been pretty disheveled before someone started tearing his clothes off.

Round 2 is closed.

Re: Know him before you hate him

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Harry/John/Thomas

definitely not a fill

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this is still not a fill

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yeah yeah, Fill 3/?

Fill 4/?

Reincarnation!fic

fill 5/?

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Scruffy!Harry