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jsmn_kinkmeme!Below are some basic guidelines to get started. Please make sure you also check out our complete Rules & Guidelines to minimise any confusion.
Guidelines:
■ Anonymously comment with your request – a character/pairing/nthsome, and a kink or prompt.
■ Only one prompt per post.
■ Fillers please link your fills in the Fills Post!
■ Have fun! :)
Keep in mind:
■ Any kinks welcomed!
■ The fill/request does not need to be sexual or porny.
■ Multiple fills are allowed.
■ Fills can be any sort of creative work: fic, art, song, photomanip, etc.
■ Beware of spoilers! Prompters and requesters are encouraged to warn for spoilers, but this rule is not enforced.
■ Warning for non-con, dub-con, abuse, slurs/language, and other potentially disturbing subjects is encouraged but be aware we do not enforce this.
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FILL: Childermass teaches Segundus how to read the Cards of Marseilles (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-30 01:39 am (UTC)(link)Childermass slowly sank into his own seat, amusement at the corners of his mouth and interest apparent in his eyes. ‘Well, sir, as it is only your first attempt, I did not expect you to take the cards’ advice so directly.’
‘I am terribly sorry for it, Mr Childermass! I am - I am not thinking clearly--’ Here Segundus broke off, and buried his face in his hands, hoping that Childermass would simply take his leave and make it easier on the both of them. He heard nothing, however, and so he brushed his fingers over the first card and said, somewhat muffled, ‘I do not wish to forfeit our friendship.’
Childermass reached to cover his hand, saying, ‘Hush now, Mr Segundus,’ and looking rather at odds with taking on the role of the comforting party. He thought for a moment of what to say, and finally settled on, ‘Tha’ll be reet.’ It was what his mother had often said to him as a young lad, and consequently he believed it to be the most reassuring thing one could hear. Segundus did not appear quite as convinced, but then, that could be attributed to his rudimentary understanding of the dialect. ‘You have an impressive skill with them,’ Childermass mused, gathering his cards together and returning them to his pocket with care. He rose to his feet and moved slowly toward Segundus, sitting small and dejected, his eyes downcast and seemingly on the verge of weeping. ‘And you have proved to be intuitive besides,’ said Childermass, stepping still closer, ‘as I believe you have made the correct decision.’
Segundus mustered the courage to raise his eyes from the tabletop, and as he did so, a tear freed itself from among his eyelashes. Childermass caught it with his thumb before it reached his chin. He leant down to scrape his mouth along Segundus’ neck, which resulted in a soft, involuntary huff of an exhale, and Segundus dared to tangle his hands in Childermass’ fall of dark hair. Their lips met for the second time, and they remained in this way for some minutes, one uncertain, the other encouraging, each tasting the warmth of spiced wine from the other’s mouth.
They became gradually more comfortable, more daring, and soon elicited many sounds of pleasure from one another. Childermass groaned deeply to have his hair stroked, and Segundus released what could be described as a whine when Childermass stroked his neck and pulled at his neckcloth. He pursued this line of inquiry, making short work of the knot, then loosening the fabric so as to gain full access. Licking his way down his throat with a steady pressure caused Segundus’ head to fall back and his knees to spread wide, and so Childermass, holding the loose ends of his neckcloth, twisted them slowly, carefully, until Segundus writhed in his chair.
‘Let us get thee abed, John Segundus,’ whispered Childermass, and Segundus felt as though he were lifted bodily out of his chair, though the other man’s touch was light. He stumbled against Childermass as the drink rushed to his head and steadied himself by gripping his lapels; then, with a burst of vigour, he spun them both around and pulled Childermass down with him as he fell back upon the hard mattress. Childermass made a deep noise of surprize at being handled so, but quickly gained the upper hand by pressing a thigh between Segundus’ legs, which resulted in a soft gasp and a twitch of his hips.
‘What do you wish from me, sir?’
‘Oh - please -’ He had a moment of trouble forming the words. ‘I have imagined you having me in every way possible.’ Childermass’ eyes grew still darker at this, and his chest felt tight. ‘I do not mind how you wish to have me, if only you will take me.’ This he said in a single breath, as if it were an incantation, and for all the effect it had on him, Childermass believed it to be a true spell of his own making.
He heaved Segundus back toward the headboard, which hit the wall behind with a bang, and efficiently pulled the loose fabric of Segundus’ shirt upwards with one hand whilst unbuttoning his breeches with the other. He did not bother undressing him fully. He dared to hope that there would be plenty of time in their future to discover the infinite other pleasures of Segundus’ company. In any case, he found the dishevelled state of him to be highly affecting when compared to his usually neat, self-contained appearance. He looked him from head to toe, and took note of his tousled hair, neckcloth half-undone, collar splayed wide, breeches open and tented by his arousal, stockings wrinkled and worn at the heels.
‘What,’ said Segundus, almost anguished, ‘could you possibly be waiting for?’
‘For you to become desperate for...whatever you desire of me.’
‘I have been desperate for all of you this past year, and aching for you long before that. If you wait for me to become any more so, I will finish myself off.’
Childermass did not waste any more time after that. Pressing a last rough kiss to his mouth, he moved down Segundus’ body to settle between his widespread knees. He inhaled deeply. “If, then, I am given the choice, I wish to have you -’ his breath ghosted over the head of Segundus’ prick, ‘- in my mouth.’
Segundus’ gasp was immediately choked off as Childermass’ mouth closed over him. It was all he could do to keep his hips from rising off the mattress. He gripped Childermass’ hair (which had become completely loosed from its tie) with one hand; the other was clenched into a fist and shoved into his mouth in an attempt to prevent his keen noises of pleasure from disturbing the inn’s other inhabitants. Segundus was not going to last, but he did not mind what happened as long as he had Childermass’ mouth upon him. Likewise, Childermass, rather than drawing him out as far as he could, repeated that thought in his head, the reassurance that this would be far from their only time together, and worked him feverishly toward his peak. As Segundus became less reserved about pressing Childermass’ face to him and thrusting upwards to achieve a greater depth, so he became less concerned with stifling his moans, cries, and stuttered pleas. It occurred to Childermass that the noises, regardless of Segundus’ attempts to stop them, would certainly wake the innkeeper, if not the entire street. Fortunately, he had been highly successful in both gathering and creating spells of late, and was ever ready to apply himself.
It was as though Childermass, the very spark and essence of Childermass and his magic and soul and body had flowed into Segundus’ veins. At first he thought Childermass was performing magic upon him, in which case he would have had to become highly indignant as soon as he regained his capacity for rational speech, but he then realised that the spell surrounded them both. He did not understand why Childermass might cast a spell at this moment, or how he managed to do it with his mouth occupied thus, and wondered whether it was entirely voluntary. He became lost in that feeling which buzzed through him, his moans became uncontrollable but sounded distant, detached from himself, and between Childermass sucking him wetly and gripping him roughly, and the added sensation of magic all around him, he came suddenly and without warning.
Perhaps Childermass, in hindsight, should have expected such a reaction. However, it took him by surprise, and it was all he could do to keep from choking as Segundus’ emission flooded the back of his throat. He swallowed thickly. Segundus was red-faced, dishevelled, a few strands of hair were stuck to his forehead, and his chest heaved with exertion.
‘It is very impolite, not warning a fellow,’ said Childermass, sitting back on his heels the better to observe him.
Segundus grunted half-heartedly, and reached out his arms. Childermass allowed himself to be pulled in for an exhausted kiss, and Segundus hummed his contentment, though he wrinkled his nose slightly at the taste.
‘Thank you, Childermass,’ he whispered. They lay there, chests pressed together, noses almost touching. ‘What did you do? My voice sounds strange.’
‘A muffling spell. I thought it best to be cautious. Especially when I discovered how keen you were.’
Segundus ignored this remark. ‘It was your own magic.’
‘Yes.’ The spell was beginning to fade away, there was a rushing in their ears as the echoes of their voices returned to the room. ‘You could sense me.’
Segundus nodded. Childermass buried his nose into the warmth of Segundus’ neck, which tickled him. ‘Ah, ah, um - Childermass, do you, ah! Stop it! Do you - would you like me to do the same for you?’
‘Oh,’ Childermass said slowly as he pulled away, an odd expression washing over his features. On another’s face, Segundus might have taken it for embarrassment, but could not imagine what Childermass might have to be ashamed of. ‘No, I do not believe I shall be needing that. Thank you.’ His mouth twisted slightly.
‘Childermass,’ said Segundus softly, ‘did I do something wrong?’
Childermass huffed a frustrated sigh, disengaged himself from Segundus’ arms, and stood to one side of the bed, arms crossed before him. Segundus did not feel that he was up to decipher what had upset him, what with the drink and the magic and everything else which had occurred.
‘You sounded so beautiful,’ he said, ‘and I could not stop myself.’ Segundus’ eyes fell to Childermass’ faded breeches, and in the guttering light of a candle he could see that a damp patch had spread over the panel.
‘Oh, my God.’ Segundus stared whilst Childermass averted his eyes to the corner, thinking that if Segundus would not sense it, he would seriously consider disappearing into the welcoming shadows there. ‘Childermass, I - I admit, that is very gratifying to see.’ He moved closer to inspect him, but Childermass turned half away. ‘Sorry.’ He hid a smile. ‘Please, let me help you to get clean.’
Segundus rose to his feet, but immediately fell back upon the bed. ‘It rather seems that I have lost the use of my legs for the moment.’
At the sight of this, Childermass forgot some of his own embarrassment, and made his way to the washstand. ‘Get thissen to bed, I am competent enough around a flannel.’ Segundus did as he was told. They both began to undress, watching one another, mirroring one another’s movements. It felt incredibly intimate, even more so than what they had just done, and Segundus felt an ache in his chest. Segundus changed into his nightshirt; Childermass left his own shirt on, and Segundus watched him clean himself from beneath the covers.
‘Are you going to stay?’ Segundus’ voice was hesitant.
‘I have been hoping you would ask me that question one of these nights.’ He smiled unguardedly. ‘In any case, a bed with you in it is certainly the warmer option.’
Segundus pulled the sheets back, and Childermass climbed in beside him. They lay almost nose-to-nose, and their eyes were heavy, but they fought against fatigue in order to record each other’s image in their memories. Their fingers twined together and when their cold feet brushed a chill went up their spines, and as Segundus drifted to sleep, he wondered how it could be possible for this to feel so natural while it was all so very new, and prayed that the sun would be good enough to take its time in rising the next morning.
Re: FILL: Childermass teaches Segundus how to read the Cards of Marseilles (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-30 03:06 am (UTC)(link)This, especially, made me laugh: Mere seconds were enough to tell him its familiar source - he turned directly to the far corner of his room, and asked the shadows there if they would like to take a seat nearer the fire. The shadows responded (slightly disappointed that their trick was so quickly discovered) that they would be pleased to do so, and when Segundus returned his gaze to the other side of the table, Childermass was seated opposite, shuffling his cards with the utmost nonchalance.
Re: FILL: Childermass teaches Segundus how to read the Cards of Marseilles (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-30 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Childermass teaches Segundus how to read the Cards of Marseilles (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-30 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you so much, anon, this was lovely! I'm very fond of Childermass and Segundus becoming magical colleagues, so I did a bit of cheering when I started reading that part. I also agree with the anon above who quoted the part where Segundus isn't quite as impressed with Childermass's magical entrance as perhaps Childermass hoped.
Also, impatient!Segundus was excellent:
‘What,’ said Segundus, almost anguished, ‘could you possibly be waiting for?’
~ one very happy OP
Re: FILL: Childermass teaches Segundus how to read the Cards of Marseilles (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-30 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Childermass teaches Segundus how to read the Cards of Marseilles (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-30 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)SORRY I had a bit of a ramble there, thank you for your compliments!
Re: FILL: Childermass teaches Segundus how to read the Cards of Marseilles (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-31 11:36 am (UTC)(link)As a side note, I noticed in the show that Norrell sounds more Yorkshire when he is with Childermass and no one else - particularly noticeable when they are in the carriage on the way to Sir Walter.
Re: FILL: Childermass teaches Segundus how to read the Cards of Marseilles (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-31 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)I think it would be fascinating to do a fic from his perspective all in dialect
The Yorkshire dialect is one of my favourites
especially when it comes from a deep Childermass-like voiceSo, seconded! :)
not OP
(Anonymous) 2015-09-28 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)