Dresden Clan
A powerful family of wizards & magic-users, some of whom aren’t entirely human.
The clan’s patriarch is Harry Dresden 🔥, the Wizard of Chicago, Warden of Demonreach, the Eye-Killer, owner and head PI of *redacted*, Lord of *redacted*, Founder & Council Member of the Paranet, & all around scary MF.
His scion are nothing to scoff at either.
Margaret “Maggie” Angelica Dresden 🧙♀️🍃🌬️ _ Witch of the Ways
Maggie is the eldest Dresden girl, born of Harry Dresden & Susan Rodriguez
She travels the world alongside her sister Bonnie. Where trouble occurs, she is not far behind. She is ruled by her heart, soft & just.
Any who judge her as naive would be a fool. Her cunning and knowledge make her someone never to be underestimated. And she is quite unforgiving to those she deems irredeemable.
Bonea “Bonnie” Silkke Dresden 📖 💀 😇 😈 _ the Nephilim of Intellect
Bonnie is the second-born Dresden, daughter of Harry Dresden and the Fallen Angel Lasciel through a piece of her named Lash. She was originally a spirit of intellect. Bonnie’s father, fearing for his daughter’s freedoms, was able to give her a physical body of her own.
Bonnie travels with her sister Maggie, usually as a skull perched on a wizard’s staff. She desires to gain knowledge in whatever category. That includes experiences which can only be done in person.
She chooses to stay in her skull because, according to others, her appearance “scares the ever-living hell out of people, vanilla or not.” Just looking at her ethereal beauty makes one feel they are looking into the abyss and sensing that something with teeth is grinning hungrily back.
Usually, Bonnie is a quirky and sweet lass with a repository of knowledge she easily shares with those she trusts. But in hostile situations, god forbid she comes out to play.
Faith “Faye” Justine Raith 💗💘💖💅 🌸 🌹 💰 _ Witch of Love
Faye, the daughter of Thomas & Justine Raith, was under the guardianship of her paternal uncle, Harry Dresden, since birth. The reason being *redacted*
Faye is a creature who exudes sweetness, charm, & charisma. Her playful girlish charm, however, is not all there is to her. Her sharp mind and dedication to her craft has allowed her to set up several thriving businesses within Chicago.
Jaqueline “Jackie” Rose Dresden 🗡️ 🩸😈👩❤️💋👨 👩⚖️ _ the Renegade Valkyrie
Jackie is the third-born Dresden scion, daughter of Harry Dresden and Karrin Murphy the Einherjar.
Jackie, despite being 5ft tall, is a force of nature, one who bucks at being controlled. Her blood sings during battle. She does, however, have a softer side. One that loves and desires to protect what matters. One who’d follow someone and something she truly believes in to the depths of hell.
She and her lover turned husband, Hendrick Gard, work as PI’s at her father’s firm. They also act as agents for her father’s less mundane territories.
Warning: ‼️ Below is Wizard Baron
Amanda “Mandy” Beckett Marcone 💀 👻 🥀 👩🦽👰🏻♀️👸🏻_ Goddess of Death & Rebirth
Amanda was born to Greg & Helen Beckitt. Her normal life was ended when she received a gunshot intended for another. Amanda languished in a coma on death’s door, her only real happiness when her guardian Johnny came.
Then it changed again. She felt better, but Johnny didn’t come as much. She soon however got a visitor.
It wasn’t until much later, after Amanda had woken up and was taken in by Baron John Marcone, that the young woman discovered the identity of her friend.
Zagreus, Greek god of Rebirth, son of Hades & Persephone, married his true love only after a very long, painful courtship. It would have been longer if not for Harry Dresden managing to persuade his consort Johnny to finally let the young couple marry.
The couple took their duties as gods quite seriously. However, they still managed to make frequent visits to visit their friends & relatives in Chicago.
Mandy blossomed under the love and protection of her family. She became a wise ruler with dedication, love, & serenity in her heart.
Malina “Mali” Alessandra Dresden 🌊 🌲🌆_ the Lady of Chicago
Malina is the youngest of her sisters, born from Harry Dresden after an “incident” with his now husband Gentleman John Marcone, Baron of Chicago.
Mali is a witch who feels a deep connection with Chicago. She is also a sweet girl who puts others first, often volunteering at local charities. Sweetness and goodness shine from her dollar bill green eyes.
If she needs to, she’ll fight. She won’t like it, but she will fight.
Very well.
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been slacking off on my fic announcement posts over here, oh no! 😂 Anyway, this is from back during the weekend I think, but in case you missed it and didn't want to miss it:
Part 9 of my Dresden/Marcone series - Early
The first time I woke up that morning, it was way too goddamn early.
And I was still in Marcone’s bed. Naked.
With an equally-naked Johnny Marcone.
It took me a few minutes before I regained enough consciousness to actually process those little details, but my foggy brain did eventually manage piece together the bits of evidence into a complete picture. Big, comfy bed. Soft sheets. Every muscle in my body aching and tired, but without the generous collection of bruises and scrapes, and sometimes burns, that usually came with that state.
The fact that my face was buried in a warm, bare neck that smelled faintly of the mob boss’s cologne.
Still barely awake, I rolled away and got up, stumbling to the bathroom in the dark to go pee and gulp down some cool water. Marcone had, as threatened, had one hell of a good go at finding and then pushing the very limits of even my stamina before the night was through. And even though I blurrily remembered him occasionally stopping and insisting I drink water in the middle of it all, I was thirsty as hell again.
It struck me, while I was shambling back towards the bed half asleep with my thoughts moving like molasses, that I could— in fact, I probably should— sneak out before Marcone woke up. Get out of there, get away from… whatever the hell this all was before I got any deeper into it. But I kind of… didn’t actually want to. And I was too tired and worn out from I don’t know how many orgasms to think about it any harder.
Six? -ish? Five? Something like that, anyway.
Plus, I still didn’t know where he’d actually put my clothes. Sneaky bastard.
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