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☆ Round Two!

Welcome to the second round of the Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell Kink Meme at [community profile] jsmn_kinkmeme!

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☆ Previous Rounds: Round One

Childermass/Norrell/Strange - Light Bondage

(Anonymous) 2016-07-06 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Just pure smut with Norrell either tied down or blindfolded (or both), and Childermass and Strange teasing him!

Everything else (whether to make it PWP or not, etc.)can be up to the filler to decide!

Re: Childermass/Norrell/Strange - Light Bondage

(Anonymous) 2016-07-29 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
This is being written. It's a sequel to the earlier threesome fic "Welcome to the Darkness"

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Childermass&Norrell, Norrell&Strange - Unrequited

(Anonymous) 2016-07-12 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
There are plenty of fics that explore the relationship of Childermass and Norrell, but I would like to request one that shows Childermass keenly feeling just how unfairly Norrell has treated him all these years. No sugar-coating it. And how does Childermass deal with that? There is no need to go shippy with this at all, but if you choose to, please keep the relationships unrequited (well, except for Arabella/Jonathan).


Norrell is fussy and complains all the time. He's not one to thank someone, particularly if that person is a servant doing his job. Childermass understands that, and knows that he has earned some level of respect from his employer. Norrell relies on him greatly, takes his advice, and in other ways lets him know that he is needed and trusted. In Hurtfew, that was enough.

Then Norrell went to London, and Childermass was less able to help him deal with society. Watching Norrell rely on others (seemingly so easily) grated at times, but again, Childermass knew he understood his master as no one else did, and so he held onto that.

And then Jonathan Strange arrived. Norrell was thrilled. He had eyes and ears for no one but Strange, praising him to everyone, and spent as much time as he could in his company, discussing magic.

Childermass...hates it. He knows there is no point in being jealous, but it *hurts* to see someone walk so easily into what he'd wanted for years. Norrell would never have seen Childermass as an equal, given his background, but Strange is a respectable gentleman, so it's not even a question. Norrell will never acknowledge Childermass as a fellow magician, and so Childermass must only perform magic discretely when he is away from home, while Strange can assist Norrell with his projects. Childermass has had to be careful and guarded of his words and actions for years, being careful to 'manage' Mr. Norrell, learning what he can in bits and pieces...while Jonathan Strange breezes in, talking about fairies and the Raven King, and gets invited back.

Suddenly, it's a lot harder to accept Norrell's dismissiveness and complaints and lectures and rants. Suddenly, Childermass is not so sure of his place or his value to Norrell.

How does Childermass deal with this? This can be set shortly after Strange and Norrell meet, or afterwards when they are both gone and Childermass is dealing with, well, everything.

That's it, that's my prompt: Childermass's reaction to Jonathan Strange becoming Norrell's pupil. But specifically in a context where there is no existing Childermass/Norrell going on.

Oh, and as a side note, I see Childermass and Drawlight getting along fine with one another. Sure, they're not best buds, but they can certainly tolerate the other person and communicate without getting into a fight *cough* Lascelles. So, bonus points if Drawlight is some sort of peacemaker between Lascelles and Childermass.

And extra bonus points if Jonathan Strange is the one to help Childermass get past this in some way.

Re: Childermass&Norrell, Norrell&Strange - Unrequited

(Anonymous) 2016-08-10 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
oooh, this hurts. but good. kind of. poor childermass </3 and I totally see the side note about childermass and drawlight!

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Davey & Mary - emotional h/c

(Anonymous) 2016-07-15 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Mary comforts Davey after Childermass's shooting.

Mary tells Arabella all she knows is it was a French spy that shot Childermass, but she knows the real truth and blames Drawlight. I'd like to think Davey would've trusted Mary with the secret and would've been desperate to talk to somebody about it. Mary is sympathetic, helpful and caring.

No smut thank you :)

Re: Davey & Mary - emotional h/c

(Anonymous) 2016-07-16 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
omg this is so sweet! I love it!

Any, Accidental Falling Asleep

(Anonymous) 2016-07-17 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
For whatever reason, staying awake is rather important, and falling asleep has...consequences. But avoiding sleep is not always easy, and someone is nodding off anyway. Can be fluff, horror, or anything in between. Feel free to use any and all characters for this.

Some possible scenarios, for inspiration:
* Sick-bed: Staying awake to watch over someone who is ill, but the vigil lasts more than a day, and...

* Post-coital: For discretion, returning to their own bedchambers would be wise, but it is so comfortable just to rest in each others arms for a moment...

* In Faerie: Keeping your wits about you while travelling through faerie is important, but, wouldn't you know, just when it is most important to stay alert, everything around you is softly urging 'sleep'....

* Soldiers or Magicians at Work: A task that stretches on for days, and someone stubbornly forcing themselves to stay at it until the bitter end, but 2 or 3 days into it, and they begin nodding off...

* Waiting Up: Given news that someone loved is in danger, the natural reaction is to wait up all night for their return, and worry chases sleep away. But no matter how concerned, it is possible to drift off before the return or messenger reaches them....

* Wake: Keeping the dead company, and all the contemplation that involves, while falling asleep subjects the mind to unpleasant dreams....

* Any the author chooses!

Basically, I would like to see a character fighting sleep (and losing), but whether or not they suffer dire consequences or it's just a sweet vignette is entirely up to the author.

Re: Any, Accidental Falling Asleep

(Anonymous) 2016-08-09 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Just wanted to say that I like this prompt a lot. I've been trying to think of something along these lines for Mr Norrell. No inspiration yet, but I'll keep trying.

Segundus/Major Grant, courting/general fluff

(Anonymous) 2016-08-09 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
ok listen, i know they have nothing to do with each other, but the other day an image of Grant being entirely enchanted the incredible sweet and adorable Segundus popped into my head and it won't. leave me. alone.

i'm ok with a little smut, but if the focus could be on adorable crushes and fluffy feelings that'd be ideal c:

Re: Segundus/Major Grant, courting/general fluff

(Anonymous) 2016-09-04 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
oh. I've never thought about these two, but I can definitely see it!

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Strange/Grant - heatwave

(Anonymous) 2016-08-24 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It's bloody hot today and all I can think about is how Grant must have baked in his uniform in the Peninsula sometimes, seeing as he never took the thing off!

I'd love to read about him getting too hot on one occasion and having to unbutton his uniform for fear he'll overheat. It would be especially nice if he was embarrassed about it because it's not very manly or something. The more dishevelled he gets the better: I'm talking hair stuck to his forehead, sweat soaking through his shirt, needing to find shadow before he gets heat stroke - the whole lot.

Strange gets an eyeful of the half-dressed, sweaty, out of breath Major and can't help thinking indecent thoughts. Perhaps he helps cool Grant down too, cos' he's a nice chap.

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(Anonymous) 2016-08-24 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
+1, especially the suggestion about Strange's indecent thoughts and helping Grant cool down!

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Childermass/Emma Pole (romance or friendship) - Emma helps Childermass recover from faerie torture

(Anonymous) 2016-09-04 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Post-series h/c. Childermass is held captive and tortured, brutally, in Faerie over the course of several days before escaping to or being rescued by Team Starecross -- which includes Emma. At Starecross, Childermass is horribly ill, in pain, and traumatized by what he's suffered, and Emma is in the position to be uniquely empathetic to his ordeal. She finds herself bonding with the man she once nearly killed over what they've each suffered at the hands of faeries, and being his greatest source of comfort as he heals in body and mind.

Story can include or exclude Childermass's torture, but I'd like the focus to be on the comfort side of the h/c. The Emma/Childermass relationship can be romantic, pre-romantic, or friendship. Bonus cookies for fever care, bathing, comfort following nightmares, or Emma holding Childermass's hair while he's sick.

Re: Childermass/Emma Pole (romance or friendship) - Emma helps Childermass recover from faerie tortu

(Anonymous) 2016-10-25 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. My. God.
I NEED this. I had not realized until now how very much I needed this.
Seconded.

Childermass/Arabella

(Anonymous) 2016-09-07 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, so some glorious human wrote a Childermass/Arabella fill on here that was incredibly hot and I just need more of them now.
Basically, illicit affair bodice ripping because I just need more of Childermass getting what he thought he could never have and blowing Arabella's mind.

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(Anonymous) 2016-09-08 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
This gave me an idea... I'm already 500 words in. :)
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Emma/Childermass -- hair

(Anonymous) 2016-09-10 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Emma has a thing for Childermass's hair. Running her fingers through it, brushing it and braiding it for him, pulling it during sex, holding him by it while they kiss, washing it for him when he bathes, winding locks of it around her fingers when they're focused on something else...any and all of the above. Childermass is okay with this. Quite a bit more than okay, in fact.

(Inspired by a moment in a fic at AO3 that I do not have the link to at this moment in time, but in which Emma plays with and then gently pulls Childermass's hair, which makes him -- and I quote -- "purr.")

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Yes!!! +1!!!!!

Childermass/any - weight

(Anonymous) 2016-09-12 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Childermass always seems to be on the slender side, I would like a fic mentioning that in some way. Either someone worrying about him or liking his build. Perhaps with Childermass feeling uncomfortable about it one way or another. Childermass/Segundus or Childermass/Strange would be preferred but any would be fine.

Re: Childermass/any - weight

(Anonymous) 2016-09-13 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
In more detail:

Perhaps after living a richer lifestyle he is worried about putting on weight.

Or perhaps he is uncomfortable about being too thin as it is a sign of poverty.

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Childermass/Lascelles bad language

(Anonymous) 2016-09-12 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I enjoy how often Childermass says 'damn' and 'bloody' in front of people but I'm not sure if Lascelles would tolerate it. Would love to read about Lascelles's response or reaction to Childermass's potty-mouth. This could be in the form of him threatening to wash his mouth out (and actually doing it?) or any way potential filler wishes.

Lady Pole/Gilbert Norrell Consentual BDSM

(Anonymous) 2016-09-13 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
You know what would really help Lady Pole? Getting a little of her own back. That's right, good old fashioned vengeance. Stephen got to take down the Gentleman, she would really feel all warm and fuzzy at the opportunity to bring low the man who so casually sold her. To victimize her own little victim. What? She was a little Altered by her time in Lost Hope, so sue her. She picked up a few things there too...

The thing is Gilbert agrees. He deserves her ire, and she deserves some justice. It doesn't help that he really has been consumed by his guilt and disgusted by his cowardice.

?Maybe Lady Pole aids Mrs.Strange in finding Jonathan (over some time, becoming quite devoted to one another), when they do, they find Norrell as well. Jonathan refuses to abandon him, but Emma cannot bear his presence until they come to an agreement?

Really, I don't care how it comes to pass, I just want to see a prostrate Gilbert Norrell, seeking penance and absolution; combine with a Confidant, self possessed Lady Pole, taking a bit of that residual acquired sadism and desire to objectify another out for a cathartic walk.

A mutually beneficial arrangement, if you will.

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How did you find and drag all my secrets to the light, anon prompter? I never knew I wanted this but my god do I.

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Norrell Getting rimmed.

(Anonymous) 2016-09-13 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
By literally anyone who actually cares about him. At all.

I just want to see adorable stodgy little Norrell completely wreaked, sobbing, scrambeling, begging.
Anything in addition to said rimming is all good.

Fill: Of an evening (1/1)

(Anonymous) 2016-09-14 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I love this prompt OP!
Thought I'd try my hand at Childermass/Norrell. Hope it works for you :)


Norrell did not usually retire to bed quite so early. He spent his evenings reading until his eyes became tired, or entertaining guests who perhaps did not realise had outstayed their welcome. Yet, this evening Childermass had behaved intolerably; with the library empty but for the two of them he had found cause for boldness. His long, dark gazes left Norrell distracted, recalling occasions when such enduring stares resulted in dishonourable activities. These gazes grew into suggestions, suggestions to subtle touches, and touches to Norrell’s admission that yes, it had been far too long since his man of business had accompanied him to bed.

With the bedchamber door locked, and in shared retirement, they could enjoy their privacy. Norrell was aware of his flushed appearance but could neither blame it on the Port nor the fire in the grate. The causes of his colouring were the warm hands framing his face and the warmer lips pressed to his mouth. Childermass kissed with a hunger he seemed to keep reserved for these occasions. Norrell had missed this. He did not submit to anyone’s will but Childermass’s. Handing him that power —to kiss him, to undress him, and to have him— was liberating.

They took their time in undressing. Neck-cloths were unknotted with care and kisses pressed to newly exposed throats. Buttons Childermass unfastened slowly, one hand attending them, the other Norrell’s crop of curls. In a show of eagerness, Norrell wasted no time in opening Childermass’s breeches and tugging them down. Stroking both palms over the curve of Childermass’s unclothed arse he squeezed it softly. To his delight, Childermass groaned in response. Even when much time had passed between these encounters, he remembered what Childermass liked.

Once undressed but for their stockings Norrell allowed Childermass to lower him to his bed and proceeded to encircle his short legs around his sturdy hips. Their arousals bumped together and Norrell whined; it really had been too long. Loosening Childermass’s hair he slid his fingers into the unruly mop to grip the roots. As they kissed Norrell tugged, keen to hear a growl from Childermass’s lips once again. He was not disappointed.

Reaching toward the drawer of his bedside table, Norrell sought the bottle of oil hidden there for these occasions. He desired Childermass’s skilled fingers now. They soon would ready him, sliding in slow, and prepare the way for the prick that now throbbed against his stomach. A hand curled around his wrist, pinning it with ease to the bedclothes.

“No sir,” Childermass whispered, “turn over for me.”

With a little direction, Norrell rolled onto his front and crossed his hands beneath his chin. If Childermass wished to prepare him thusly he would accept. However, he thought it worth reminding him of his preference to look at him whilst they made love.

Soothing kisses pressed to Norrell’s nape before descending. The mixture of Childermass’s soft lips, roving tongue, and coarse stubble played a pleasing harmony against Norrell’s skin until his hair stood on end. As Childermass ventured lower the weight of his swollen prick dragged over the small of Norrell’s back, the wet tip leaving a smear of pre-come in its wake. Childermass liked to kiss him, Norrell knew that, but his back did not usually receive such intimate attention. Norrell would have been satisfied with this affection —and for Childermass to work himself into a passion because of it— had he not so badly wished to be fucked. Reaching for the drawer once more he whined, aware of how desperate it might sound.

“Hush,” Childermass breathed. He did not seem to have time for Norrell’s protestations.

Childermass reached for the bolster and coaxed Norrell to raise his hips. Sliding it beneath him, he left Norrell thoroughly on display with buttocks raised and back arched. When Childermass placed both hands upon his behind, spreading him, Norrell hid his face at being laid bare so obscenely. He expected his servant’s probing fingers then, or perhaps a licked thumb teasing at his entrance. When the heat of his breath touched him instead, he whimpered in surprise. Long forelocks tickled at the backs of his thighs and Norrell could almost feel the weight of Childermass’s gaze. When the tip of his tongue slid out against him, he could do nothing but gasp.

He attempted to protest, or at least react verbally, but any words Norrell tried to form wilted in his mouth. He could only hiss and coo at each firm stroke of Childermass’s skilled tongue, so overwhelmed was he by this entirely new —and unthinkable— sensation.

Childermass’s mouth watered as he worked, overflowing until saliva pooled the cleft of Norrell’s arse. His wet tongue laved dripping flesh and glided over a tight pucker that could accommodate a much blunter instrument than this. Norrell twitched and trembled at the sublimity of it; Childermass’s tongue —more dainty and delicate than any other part of him— sent such intense pleasure through him he had to bite the bedclothes to stifle his wailing.

When Norrell was ready, relaxed and pliable as he was, Childermass pushed his tongue all the way in. Screwing his eyes closed Norrell cursed under his breath as he heard —and felt— Childermass groan. The tongue twisted, its hot length slowly circling Norrell’s hole until the muscles clenched and fluttered. Norrell had never felt so weak, nor so worked up. He wanted to scream, to beg, to swear, and to praise Childermass until the end of time, but he could do nothing but pant and gasp. Childermass’s warm fingertips spread him open a little more before he thrust his tongue deeper.

That was enough.

It was more than enough.

“Childermass,” Norrell gasped, scrabbling at the counterpane, “I—, I’m—,”

He was going to come; that was what Norrell wished to say. (It was too soon, and only from this!) But, despite Childermass’s persistent, shameless attentions, Norrell could
not,
quite,
get there.

While rutting against the bolster in a desperate bid for friction, Norrell was held still by his lover’s hands. Childermass was not allowing him to move.

But he needed to; he had to finish! The need was an aching, blazing heat at the very core of him!

“Please,” he begged, “Childermass, please!”

Surely Childermass knew this was not enough to bring him to that point of no return? Norrell could take much more than this before spending, and had, either from Childermass’s fingers or the nudging girth of his prick. Such urgency was there in Norrell’s whimpering, and astonishment too, for this feeling, this almost, did not usually last this long. And so Childermass kept him there, in a frantic state of need, until neither he nor Norrell could bear it a moment longer.

Childermass’s forefinger eased into the snugness where his tongue had lapped. He clambered up his master’s back, pressing a tired kiss to his nape as his finger edged deeper. As soon as his fingertip brushed Norrell’s prostate he spent into the bolster with a shout. He was at once all too tense, then all too slack, his limbs like liquid as he almost sobbed with the relief of it. His feet kicked, his fists grabbed the sheets, and he wailed into the bed without a care for who might hear.

As Norrell twitched and calmed, face buried in the counterpane, Childermass stroked a hand across his back. The touch left him shuddering, every inch of him too sensitive, too overcome.

“Bloody hell sir,” Childermass said, his voice hoarse with lust, “you have no idea how much I want to—” he pressed his forehead to Norrell’s shoulder. Apparently he was too distracted to finish his sentence, or perhaps what he wanted to say was much too lewd to say aloud. Instead, he chose to act. Rolling his hips against Norrell’s buttocks, Childermass proved just how hard he remained; the friction had him hissing through his teeth. Norrell knew he was close.

Lowering his hips, Childermass’s swollen prick settled itself between Norrell’s buttocks like they had been designed for the very purpose. Childermass bucked his hips as if to test this new development, Norrell’s arse delicately gripping his length.

Suddenly, Childermass reached for the drawer and retrieved the oil. He poured some over his prick, then over Norrell’s arse.

“I cannot!” Norrell panicked. “I simply cannot.” While embarrassed, he was most certainly refusing; his body was far too wrung out to take him.

“Even this?” Childermass asked. He moved his hips again, the slick valley of Norrell’s behind framing his prick.

Norrell fisted the bedclothes, whimpering at the sensation of Childermass’s broad prick gliding over him, and his balls pressing flush against his hole.

“Yes. Yes, that is—” Childermass thrust a little harder and Norrell bit his lip. The slippery weight of Childermass’s manhood was only just bearable but extended the pleasure enough to have his eyes rolling back. He listened with fascination as his lover panted behind him, his breath brushing hot against his nape. If only he could see him, watch the pleasure play across his face and etch it into his mind for eternity.

Biting Norrell’s shoulder, Childermass grunted inelegantly as he rode him into his own delirium. When he linked their fingers and gripped his master’s hand, breath catching in his throat, Norrell knew.

When Childermass came —whimpering in tones Norrell had not heard before—his release painted the hollow of his master’s back in white. It shocked Norrell, for despite knowing what to expect he was only vaguely aware of how much there would be. The warm seed pooled on his skin and trickled down the sides of his waist to soil the sheets. This was usually inside him; all of it. The thought made Norrell’s head spin.

Climbing off of his master, Childermass collapsed beside him. Norrell, sullied and tired, watched him as he closed his eyes and attempted to catch his breath. A deep flush on Childermass’s cheeks had spread along his throat and blossomed over his collarbones. Long tresses clung to his damp forehead and his lips were swollen from use. Norrell smiled to himself; he looked ruined.

After a moment of rest, Childermass opened his eyes and took Norrell’s hand. Kissing each of his knuckles in turn, he stared at him.

“I shall remember this,” he said, turning to peer at Norrell’s back. Soon he would take it upon himself to clean up the mess they had made. For the meanwhile, he seemed content to look at it.

“You will?”

“Mhmm.” Leaning forwards, Childermass kissed Norrell’s mouth with more tenderness than he had all evening. “When we’re in company,” he whispered, “and I glimpse your back, I’ll think of how it was mine this night.”

Norrell returned the kiss, a small smile on his lips. “Then I will make sure you see it more often."

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Childermass/Strange - Domestic bliss

(Anonymous) 2016-09-13 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
I'd love to see Childermass and Strange just enjoying each other's company. Back to back or arm to arm with Strange writing and talking animatedly and Childermass reading with a small, almost hidden smile on his face.

Re: Childermass/Strange - Domestic bliss

(Anonymous) 2016-10-25 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh I could just see this as a "Childermass says yes to Jonathan's offer" AU fic. So sweet.

Arabella/Jonathan -- an extremely enthusiastic reunion

(Anonymous) 2016-09-17 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Post-series, and assumes a point in the not-so-terribly-distant future when Strange and Norrell break the curse and return home.

Arabella and JOnathan reunite at Starecross and are not subtle about their first night back together. And, as it turns out, noise carries quite well in Starecross. Breakfast the following morning is interesting.

I have an image of Arabella commenting on how happy she is, and Emma leaning in and saying, "Yes, Bell, everyone in the house heard how happy you were."

teapot!Lascelles, post-series

(Anonymous) 2016-09-18 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
Okay hear me out . . . Ever since I watched the last episode I've been hung up on Lascelles's TV fate. It's very different from the book but it's still interesting imo. When the Gentleman turns Lascelles to china and he shatters, Lascelles still appears "conscious" when he's stepped on as he can be heard groaning from within the pieces. So what if he's still alive in there? Wouldn't that just be the most horrible kind of torture imaginable!

If this is the case it means Lascelles is trapped in the Darkness with Norrell and Strange for as long as they are! I'd like to think the magicians wouldn't leave Lascelles in pieces on the floor but would sweep him up and put him somewhere safer. Maybe they'd attempt putting him back together again. Perhaps they can't break the fairy curse but can at least arrange the china into a more pleasing shape (a teapot perhaps? a teacup?) and place him on the mantelpiece. They might talk to him too, which would be especially sweet if they weren't 100% sure if he was in there but just found it nice to have someone (or something!) else to talk to.

I'd be happy to read any take on post-series Lascelles, cracky or deadly serious is fine with me! I'm also happy whether or not he escapes the curse because heaven knows he deserves it!

Re: teapot!Lascelles, post-series

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Hah, this is wonderfuly cracky! Lascelles isn't eve usually one of the characters I'm interested in, but damned if I wouldn't read a story of him trapped, genie-like, in a magical teapot.

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Emma/Childermass -- scars

(Anonymous) 2016-09-18 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Emma kisses Childermass's scars. That's it. During sex, during foreplay, when he's stressed, when they're relaxing together...she'll kiss the gunshot scar on his shoulder and the scar on his cheek.

Starcross is the new Orgy house.

(Anonymous) 2016-09-20 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
So school is out of session, the girls have returned, and lo! The curse is broken and the boys are back too.

The girls have become a beautiful sapphic triad.
Honeyfoot and Secundus are fucking adorable, and oh so helpfully assisting Childermass in translating Vinculus.
Norrell have finally figured their Shit out and hooked up.
The Stranges desperately need some time to get "reacquainted."
Norrell and Arabella need to bond.
Norrell needs to "apologize" to Childermass and Lady Pole.
Emma has some feelings to work out with Honeyfoot and Secundus.
Childermass has some feelings (about being shot) for her.
Flora would take one look at Secundus and Honey foot and yearn to corrupt the Shit out of that.
Vinculus loves it all, and gets oddly flustered when he's treated like people, and predictably hot when read.

What I'm saying is these people have some Shit to work out.
They should do it with sex. Everywhere. On everything. With everyone.
Maybe it's the spell gone wrong cliche. One to ease and facilitate the communication of a group of people's?
So the page was a bit tattered, maybe in retrospect, that said communion. Whoops. Oh well, could you do that a bit more to the left Mr. Strange? ...

Re: Starcross is the new Orgy house.

(Anonymous) 2016-09-21 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
20000000000/10. I like the way you think.

Norrell/Segundus, fluff

(Anonymous) 2016-09-25 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
This pairing is adorable and I don't think there's been any fic for them on this meme before!. Both Norrell and Segundus are so cute. Id be happy with anything fluffy and sweet :P Would prefer just general fluff to anything x-rated

Ideas; secret crushes, Norrell teaching Segundus some magic, Norrell being obviously smitten with the pretty magician who comes to see his library. Anything!

Re: Norrell/Segundus, fluff

(Anonymous) 2017-02-25 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
(Seconded with extreme enthusiasm!)

Strange/Arabella/Childermass - Bell & Jonathan top the hell out of Childermass

(Anonymous) 2016-10-09 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
There are multiple reasons joining forces with Strange proves a better gig than working for Norrell. Getting fucked into blissful exhaustion by Jonathan and Arabella is a big one. Being held and cherished afterwards just as much so.

I'll leave the finer details to the author. Can be set during the series/novel or after, assuming Strange finds his way back.

Re: Strange/Arabella/Childermass - Bell & Jonathan top the hell out of Childermass

(Anonymous) 2016-10-09 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooh yes, seconded!

Why extended rides are ill-advised shortly after being shot; or Childermass collapses at Starecross

(Anonymous) 2016-10-09 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Starecross is a long way from London by horseback, and Childermass really wasn't in any shape to make the trip. Especially since he probably forced himself up out of bed before he was healed enough in the first place. His attempt to depart after being turned away by Segundas and Mr. Honeyfoot lasts as long as it takes him to try to climb back into the saddle, and Childermass ends up taken in at Starecross to recover properly. In the process, he learns more about what's really going on with Emma and Stephen.

--Exactly how unwell Childermass is is up to the author.
--Who starts to warm to Childermass first is up to the author.
--The nature of the relationships forged at Starecross is up to the author.

I just want lots of h/c for the guy who undertook a mission to get a tormented woman off his sketchy boss's radar before he was even vertical, and went on a field trip on horseback in shitty weather to try to help her way before he should have.

Re: Why extended rides are ill-advised shortly after being shot; or Childermass collapses at Starecr

(Anonymous) 2016-10-09 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded! I've been wanting to see something like this for a while now. :)

It doesn't sit well with me that an injured Childermass apparently made that ride up to Yorkshire and back again with no problems whatsoever. Some Starecross-based H/C would be wonderful.

Emma/Arabella: Angsty unrequited(?) pining

(Anonymous) 2016-10-09 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I just want to see a little something featuring my sad, lovelorn regency ladies and their romantic entanglements.

Maybe set post-book with Bell pining for Jonathan, and Emma secretly pining for Bell? Maybe Bell spends her time trying to get Jonathan back and is oblivious to Emma's feelings? Maybe Emma struggles to cope with her (scandalous! unsisterly!) attachment to Bell? Maybe she holds back because making a move on a married woman is Simply Not Done?

Unhappy ending optional, just make me weep. <3

Re: Emma/Arabella: Angsty unrequited(?) pining

(Anonymous) 2016-10-09 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Awww. This is lovely. These two are marvelous together.

Stephen/Walter Pole

(Anonymous) 2016-10-09 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't tell me they didn't do a little experimentation together growing up.

Gentleman/Lady Pole - dub/noncon and forced pregnency

(Anonymous) 2016-10-12 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
I am a dirty and depraved man. By god, ever since the Gentleman showed up and the deal was struck I've had this horrible idea: suppose Lady Pole was more than the Gentleman's dancing companion- faeries do have a different view of such things, after all. There's never been any actual sex, just inappropriate touching, and she's so starved for touch because her husband never does anything that she enjoys it, despite herself, because of the intoxicating effect of the magic, or whatever.

After a while, the Gentleman gets it into his head to get her pregnant with his child, and ends up fucking her over a table in a room off the ballroom in Lost Hope.

Cue the oddness of a faery pregnancy, lots of pregnant sex, and some magical pulling the wool over Sir Walter's eyes so he thinks it's his child.

Childermass/Vinculus: hijinks and protectiveness

(Anonymous) 2016-10-12 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Because I could see Childermass telling himself he only rescues Vinculus from scrapes and vagabonds and possibly even rich kidnappers who are after his precious hide because he needs to protect the Book. Until he figures out it's more than the Book he's protecting.

Plus it must be nice for Vinculus to finally have someone watching his back (sometimes literally in this instance.)

FILL: Tar hopscotch, side steps (Childermass/Vinculus: hijinks and protectiveness)

(Anonymous) 2016-10-30 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
I hope this fill is good enough ;) This prompt captured my thoughts and wouldn't let go!

*

The night seems to draw on god’s own breath. Life is an endless repetition of fist fighting gutter mouthed street corners. Here is the panoramic of the path, once again. The sky seems to crash and murmur, always turning. Threats appear all over, lining up, like a face among many at an ale house. It all fades into the blur of days and weeks and months. Travelling with Vinculus means that he is protecting a Book more valuable than life itself, and Childermass knows that there might never be a moment's rest again.

It ought to be easier, but it's not. There is rage in the darkness of a cheap inn, where the furniture feels alive and cunning. Even the candles seem to be on guard. A weaker man might allow himself the comfort of a little tear, falling on the mirror. But there is no time for this. It has all been done before, this rhythm turned upside down, this serenade for alcohol. They seem to have stepped out and away from the world, like a forgotten island. Even if Childermass wished for it, there is no more stopping for hope. Bound to the Book as he is, this is something he must do.

Silence hits Childermass with an uneasy sleep. His pulse feels like an injured bird, a mistake. Useless glass shatters his heart into anonymous dead pigeons. An obsession waltz, ready to feed the world, longing for a cheap relief of sorts. Wading in a sea of broken glass, into strange arms that point the way towards nowhere. These dreams make him feel restless. He will not allow any danger or harm, he tells himself. He wants the detachment of protection, but soon it stops being enough. He has to hold on to something in the darkness.

Everything is unexpected, for Vinculus is a strange character. There are memory stains on everything he has ever looked at. Loaded on old spirits, like noisy drunken objects falling from above. Razor cut thoughts, growing back like the skin of a newborn bird. Slurred dirt, full of blasphemies, curses and drinking songs he has never bothered to learn. His dreams are strange as well. And just as restless. Caught in midnight dark, defeated wings and stick legs. A black bird volcano. Veins that turn into wire, until nothing is left behind.

And there is still no god in the darkness. It is happening again, like clockwork. The world gets drunk and gives up. A strange world it is, Childermass thinks. There are bones that sleep here now, and they can never go back to calling this a home. Perhaps it is time to build one, if only as a mask against pain. Nothing has taught them how to be an island, but there is something here now, something to protect. And nothing else seems right.

There is much to think about, after a walk through streets neglected of light. So many possible paths, but only one door. And this is the way he will go. It feels easy now, at last, like turning a street corner. Childermass is no longer simply guarding a treasure. Perhaps he never was. He has seen it in his cards, and in his heart as well. They come from the street, all gritty jewels and decadence. There are shared, unspoken words now, and they mean something. There is no solemnity in this prophecy of ink, gazes and feathers. Ashes fog sawdust son of a gun, all these words make up their home, their bond. They mean to say that it will all come good.

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It's also up on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8415103

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