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[Dresden Files] down where it's wetter (Harry gen)
Title: down where it's wetter
Fandom: Dresden Files
Length: 254 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Any, any, A Field Guide to Demons, Fairies, Fallen Angels and Other Subversive Spirits (Carol K. Mack, Dinah Mack)
Pairing: Harry gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Paranormal fiction was apparently very hot right now, and he couldn't go into a store without seeing the sullen face of that kid who played the Twilight vampire.
Harry Dresden sometimes wondered who exactly was writing all those books about fairies and demons and vampires. Paranormal fiction was apparently very hot right now, and he couldn't go into a store without seeing the sullen face of that kid who played the Twilight vampire. Humans were drawn to these creatures, making up their own myths, ingratiating themselves into those worlds.
They wouldn't do it if they knew what Dresden knew, that was for sure. Some of the older stories got it right, the ones with blood and murder and a mindset no mortal could hope to understand. Nowadays it was all Tinkerbell and Team Edward. Sometimes he wondered if the Sidhe or their agents were doing this on purpose, sowing doubt into the human world so that they could more easily do their work. He wouldn't put it past them, or any of the Courts.
He felt like writing a book himself. In fact, sometimes when he was laid up between jobs (and that was most of the time; it seemed like every paranormal creature in Chicago had tasted his blood one time or another), he made notes, angry scribbles that would call his sanity into question, except he knew these things were real.
Right now, for example, he wanted to take the biggest piece of posterboard he could find and write, DON'T PISS OFF MERMAIDS. He could make a sandwich board and stand outside the train station next to the Apocalypse-is-nigh guy. He might even get more attention.
Maybe later. Now he put on a further burst of speed. The quicker he got away from the waterfront, the better.
Uncharitably, he thought that anyone who thought that mermaids were red-headed bombshells deserved what they got, and continued running.
Fandom: Dresden Files
Length: 254 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Any, any, A Field Guide to Demons, Fairies, Fallen Angels and Other Subversive Spirits (Carol K. Mack, Dinah Mack)
Pairing: Harry gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Paranormal fiction was apparently very hot right now, and he couldn't go into a store without seeing the sullen face of that kid who played the Twilight vampire.
Harry Dresden sometimes wondered who exactly was writing all those books about fairies and demons and vampires. Paranormal fiction was apparently very hot right now, and he couldn't go into a store without seeing the sullen face of that kid who played the Twilight vampire. Humans were drawn to these creatures, making up their own myths, ingratiating themselves into those worlds.
They wouldn't do it if they knew what Dresden knew, that was for sure. Some of the older stories got it right, the ones with blood and murder and a mindset no mortal could hope to understand. Nowadays it was all Tinkerbell and Team Edward. Sometimes he wondered if the Sidhe or their agents were doing this on purpose, sowing doubt into the human world so that they could more easily do their work. He wouldn't put it past them, or any of the Courts.
He felt like writing a book himself. In fact, sometimes when he was laid up between jobs (and that was most of the time; it seemed like every paranormal creature in Chicago had tasted his blood one time or another), he made notes, angry scribbles that would call his sanity into question, except he knew these things were real.
Right now, for example, he wanted to take the biggest piece of posterboard he could find and write, DON'T PISS OFF MERMAIDS. He could make a sandwich board and stand outside the train station next to the Apocalypse-is-nigh guy. He might even get more attention.
Maybe later. Now he put on a further burst of speed. The quicker he got away from the waterfront, the better.
Uncharitably, he thought that anyone who thought that mermaids were red-headed bombshells deserved what they got, and continued running.