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Re: Fight or Flight 5

[(Anonymous)]

It also wouldn't work on Thomas-- he's already got his Hunger, so he would have fed already plus he's already in his early twenties.

Fill 6/7 probably

[luciazephyr]

He did sleep for a while like that, tucked up with his long legs bent to fit across the seats. But it couldn't have been too long before he was woken up by John.

It might've been the grip around his wrist that woke him up, a cool-skinned, stern hold. It was that or the small, sharp pain in his arm. He instinctively tried to pull his arm away from the hurt, but it was held fast and he couldn't manage it. "Hey, ow."

John withdrew his mouth from Harry's arm. "Did I misunderstand you, Mr. Dresden?" When Harry just blinked blurrily at him, he elaborated, "Permission, Harry."

"Oh. Uh, yeah." Harry nodded slowly, eyes locked to John's mouth. It descended on his arm again and there was that pain again, where teeth were opening two cuts. John broke the skin, then licked broadly over the marks.

That was weird. Harry frowned as the pain faded to numbness, a warm, dreamy feeling replacing it. "What..."

"Low-grade narcotic effect. Meant to placate prey," John explained readily. "It'll fade." And he ducked his head, licked over Harry's arm again, and then wrapped his lips around the bite mark. There was a pull, and...

Harry lay his head back on the sofa, gasping. He could feel John doing his vampire thing, but it was all mixed up in his head. He felt the suction, a faint flare of pain when John's tongue touched the punctures in Harry's skin, but it was getting lost in the distant numbness and the drowsy leftovers of sleep. It was some crazy dissonance, watching through half-lidded eyes as John set his mouth on Harry's arm and drank deep.

Maybe he should have worried over how much blood he was giving up. Maybe he should have told John to stop. Maybe...

Maybe he'd just sag back into the sofa and let himself float for a while. Because when Harry Dresden went looking for trouble, he did it was a single-minded determination that was almost admirable.


writing at 2:45 AM = lots of sleep imagery

Fill 7/7

[luciazephyr]

The first thing Harry did upon waking up again was run his tongue over his teeth. No fangs in place a canines. So he was alive and unturned.

The next thing he did was notice the sun was shining on his face. It took a few long seconds for the implications of that to sink in, but then he opened his eyes and looked around. It didn't take long to locate John; he was laying on the cushions behind Harry, squeezed between him and the sofa back.

Barely thinking, Harry grabbed the comforter and pulled it over both of them, blocking out the rising sun.

John's eyes opened, taking in Harry holding the blanket over them like a shield. "Harry."

"Sun's up."

"My windows are all tinted to hold out the worst of the UV light. I do live here, you know," he chided, a smile curving his lips.

That made sense, Harry conceded. He lowered the comforter. "So." Where to even start? There was a weird intimacy to having had a vampire feed on you. Harry's wasn't sure what to do with that.

"Breakfast? I think it's customary to cook after you've had someone over."

Harry's eyes widened. "You didn't... we didn't..." He made a gesture between them.

John rolled his eyes. "No, I didn't think that was a good idea for your first bite."

"Wait, so vampires do that?" He tried not to sound too appalled.

The vampire pushed himself up to sitting. "I would explain the basic connection between blood and sex, but you don't look quite up for it." He reached out and took Harry's hand. There was an ace bandage taped to his arm, neat and clean. John examined it carefully. He nodded, satisfied. Maybe vampires were big on taking care of their meals. Thoughtful, in an insane way. "Shall we see if any food is surviving the blackout?"

Harry let John lead him to the kitchen, wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into this time.


I've now written Harlequin vampire romance. Okay then. :goes to bed:

Re: Fill 7/7

[(Anonymous)]

This? This is great! John is a most awesome vampire.

Are you sure it's done? :D

Re: Fill 7/7

[samjohnsson]

Is it wrong to be completely and madly in love with Harry's inability to think things through all the way?

And silly Harry, mistaking cuddling for hiding from the sun.

Love this so much. I'd ask for more in this continuity if I weren't damn certain you'd track me down and stab me. ^.-

Chatty pollen 3/? (4?)

[(Anonymous)]

Lengthy meetings with my lawyers in which we rewrote all of our construction contracts to make sure we were correctly gaming the city's low-bid procurement rules while minimizing our legal obligations after project completion were a necessary part of my business, but deadly dull. It was no hardship to call for an early break when Hendricks texted me that Harry had unexpectedly arrived at the mansion. No obvious wounds, according to Hendricks, and there were no reports of unexplained explosions in the city, so I was hoping it was just a social call.

I was definitely in the mood for the kind of social call Harry Dresden had been making lately.

I felt no shame in calling an early halt to my day and heading back to the house. I didn't hear anything untoward as I hung my coat in the foyer closet. "Honey, I'm home," I called, hoping it would make Harry laugh. A laughing Harry was sometimes less difficult to trip into bed. "Harry?" I heard him call something from the second-floor living room, so I started up the stairs.

He appeared at the top of the stairs before I was two thirds of the way up. "Stars, John," he said without preamble. "I need to suck your cock. I need you in my mouth, you have no idea how much. I want to swallow you down, seriously, I so much need you to come in my mouth right now. You have no idea."

I stumbled back several steps, catching myself on the banister. "Who are you?" I asked. "Where's Harry?"

"What?" The figure looked witlessly confused, in perfect imitation of Harry. "I’m Harry."

I fumbled in my pocket for the Ms. Gard's anti-glamour charm. The figure on the stairs didn't change appearance, but that might just mean the spell wasn't faerie work. He looked sharply at the charm in my hand and raised both eyebrows in a perfect imitation of Harry's "reluctantly impressed" face.

"I get it," he said. "No, seriously, it's me. Not possessed, just an embarrassing potion accident, which you should know, because if I weren't me how would I have gotten through the wards without tripping something?"

It was a good point; Gard had only recently (and reluctantly) adjusted the mansion's protections to allow Harry through without me accompanying him, and no shapeshifter or possessed Dresden would have made it through her magical moat and portcullis without at least one of my alarms going off. "What kind of potion accident?" I asked, wary.

He leered, and even through my justified paranoia it went straight to my cock. I've never seen that expression on him before, and moreover, he was positively prowling down the stairs as he walked. "Accidental potion of Phone Sex Operator, as far as I can tell. Dear Penthouse, you'll never believe what I have to tell you. It all started when my Mafia kingpin boyfriend let me put my tongue in his ass."

God. I was so hard I hurt. Nevertheless, when Harry was only a couple of steps above me -- towering ridiculously over me, of course -- I put out one hand to stop him.

"You ingested this potion by accident," I said, holding myself back from him by sheer force of will. His height combined with the differential provided by the stairs put my face rather too close to temptation. "Are you here by your own free will?"

That clueless look again. "Er, yes?"

"But the potion is making you act in ways you can't control."

He rolled his eyes. "No, the potion is making me say things I can't control. The rest of me is just fine."

I closed my eyes, hoping for patience. "You are choosing to be here and be with me, even though you aren't choosing the manner in which you spend time with me? Pardon me for finding that pedantry."

"No, seriously," said Harry. "Drusilla didn't give you a magical necklace or anything. I'm here because I want to be, Xander. Specifically, I want to be on my --"

I cut him off desperately. "Are you here by your own goddamn free will, Harry Dresden?"

His eyes widened with surprise, but then realization hit. His gaze softened. "Thrice you ask and done," he said, quietly, and folded to sit on the staircase. "Yes, John Marcone, I am here of my own free will." That sappy grin made him look ridiculous.

I exhaled sharply, feeling a knot I had barely recognized unravel in my chest. I was glad there was no mirror around; it wasn't good for my self image for me to see myself sharing any potential ridiculous expressions.

Then Harry slid forward on the step and rubbed one knee against the crotch of my trousers. "Can we please have sex now?"

Re: Chatty pollen 3/? (4?)

[(Anonymous)]

*makes incoherent happy noises*

Re: Pern crossover: Queens High (5/5)

[(Anonymous)]

This is awesome!

Re: List Of Why He/She Shouldn't NOT Fuck Harry Till He Begs For It

[(Anonymous)]

Agreed on all counts!

Re: OP Here

[qem_chibati]

/has been sort of planning a random_rants post about how much I hate coffee for the past week./


I hate the smell and taste of coffee, I don't like it in my booze, I don't like it my chocolate, I don't like it in my cake and I especially don't like it in my mug. D:

I drink tea! Hot chocolate! But I can't stand coffee, and my taste buds are finely attuned to detecting coffee, and if I can tell if there's coffee, then I really won't like it - it physically makes me want to hurl the taste.


But my excuse is that my mother ( who is addicted) traumatized me with her empty forgotten about mugs. D:


... But I do like your coffee fic. ^.^;;

Re: OP Here

[flit_df_fanfic]

Honestly, I can only handle coffee in theory - not smelling it or tasting it. There's actually kind of a fascinating history to the bean and the coffee culture, though, so this has been a fun fic to write :3

Re: Reincarnation!fic

[(Anonymous)]

...this prompts reaches out and grabs my inner 14-year-old like WOAH. (I blame too much Last Herald-Mage Trilogy as an adolescent).

Dammit, I have too many other Long!Slow! fills already!

Re: Reincarnation!fic

[(Anonymous)]

Last Herald-Mage! squeaky happy noises! and, uh yeah. I mean, if at first you don't succeed...

Re: Fill 7/7

[(Anonymous)]

OMG, it was so awesome to wake up and find *this* in my inbox! :)

I love the way Harry doesn't want to be alone, and keeping company with a vampire is an acceptable solution to that. And that he'd just fall asleep on his neighbor's couch after said neighbor has informed Harry that he is a vampire. And that he thought to feed John. And that Harry is just so adorable without even trying. And the whole "That hurts."-"You said I could bite you, no?"-"Well, yes."-"Okay then." and then John makes it not really hurt. :)

Yes, I loved pretty much all of it. You deserve cookies. And cheesecake. And any other desert you desire. :)

-OP (who still loves you lots and lots and is hoping she is coherent on how awesome this is.)

Re: fill 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Informed consent was a good thing. Harry read about it in a magazine once.

*laughs and laughs and laughs*

oh, Harry.

Re: fill 5/?

[wintersjuly.livejournal.com]

i laughed at that too, because oh harry. but then i thought about it in context with harry's autonomy issues and went, "how can it be something you don't automatically know?" and it was all sad making D: D: D:

(trust me to turn a harlequin into ANGST)

[(Anonymous)]

Harry runs into trouble with the law that Murphy can't get him out of, and he actually gets convicted and sent to jail. Let's say he decides to wait it out instead of escaping, because a few months in prison is preferable to leaving Chicago forever.

Marcone finds out and orders all of his underlings who are incarcerated in the same jail to protect him (including smuggling in the things he needs to stay safe against supernatural forces.) And possibly uses his influence, or just his access to better lawyers, to get Harry out early.

Re: fill 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

no, you're absolutely right--it was laughing with an edge of HORRIFIED, because seriously, if the closest he's ever gotten to informed consent is reading about it in a magazine... that's pretty damn sad. and actually, the whole "I don't want to be alone, so I'll let someone use me so they won't kick me out" thing is pretty sad too.

it was a well-done fill, with hot and funny layered over so much OW. appropriate for Harry.

Re: fill 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

I think that should be a prompt: Marcone finding out about Harry's complete obliviousness toward informed consent and being horrified and pissed. He finds out about Harry's obliviousness by that very comment: "read about it in a magazine."

Re: fill 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

OP has been silently following along with these comments, nodding and agreeing, but can't stop herself, here, from cutting in and saying:

YES, YES PLEASE.

-OP

Informed Consent? Wha?

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt based on this thread: http://scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org/306.html?thread=625714#cmt625714

Harry makes a joke about learning about informed consent through a magazine or something. Marcone realizes he's not joking. Rage ensues.

Re: Informed Consent? Wha?

[(Anonymous)]

With the magazine quote coming from the awesome, awesome fill above that. My bad for not mentioning that.

Re: Fill 7/7

[luciazephyr]

No, I'm not sure it's done. But let's pretend.

Re: Fill 7/7

[luciazephyr]

I firmly believe that if Harry was a vanilla mortal, trouble would still find him very easily. And he'd still always end up in the thick of it.

I'll think about it. The writing more thing, not the stabbing thing.

Re: Fill 7/7

[luciazephyr]

And that he'd just fall asleep on his neighbor's couch after said neighbor has informed Harry that he is a vampire.

But the nice vampire said he doesn't kill/turn people! So it's totally different and not an insanely stupid thing to do! 8D 8D 8D

Thank you for the lovely feedback. Or, yanno, damn you and your feedback for spurring me to write more.