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☆ Round One!
Welcome to the first round of the Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell Kink Meme at jsmn_kinkmeme!
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■ 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.
Links:
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☆ Misfire deletion requests
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.
Links:
☆ Current Prompt Post
☆ Mod Post
☆ Fills Post
☆ Discussion Post
☆ Misfire deletion requests
Re: FILL: A Newly Woken World (2/4)
(Anonymous) 2015-07-10 07:40 am (UTC)(link)“Mr Strange?” he asked, for this was at last enough to make him wonder at the tenor of their relations. Embraces were well and good, but an embrace such at this, with Strange pressed all up and down his back, was quite a heady experience, and it left Mr Norrell wondering if perhaps there was something he ought to do.
He twisted so that he could look up at Strange once more. Strange was giving him the most peculiar look, which Norrell could only describe as something beyond fondness. He could not remember such a look being turned on him in all his years, and he did not know what to make of it.
When Strange said nothing, Norrell tried once more. “Mr Strange? Is there something you wished?”
“There is,” Strange said, but he made no indication what it might be.
“Name it, sir, and if I can manage it, I shall.”
“Do you truly not know it already?” Strange asked, looking at Norrell with considerable surprize.
Norrell knew well the feeling of having missed some social cue, and detested it as much in the Darkness as he had in London society. “No, of course I do not, or I should not have asked!” he exclaimed, growing a bit upset. He wished to turn away, then, before this looming unknown were to reveal itself as some great joke at his expense. Surely Strange would not be so cruel.
But whatever he might have done or thought to do was halted by Strange’s hand cupping his jaw. Norrell blinked up at him as a rabbit might, frightened and intrigued all at once. “I am sorry, sir,” Strange said. “I had simply thought myself to have become a bit obvious.”
Norrell knew not what to say to that, and much of his ability to reason had already been diverted to thinking about the hand upon his face, and the fluttering in his chest. Was he perhaps taking ill? “No?” he said, when he realized an answer was required of him.
Strange laughed at that, although it held no mockery. Indeed, it held only that same peculiar fondness. “Then might I take a liberty, sir, and clarify this matter?”
“I think I would appreciate that.”
And then Strange kissed him, which was both the most surprizing thing in the world to Mr Norrell, and something that felt quite natural and ordinary. There was no way Norrell could interpret this gesture as fraternal, however, which threw him into considerable confusion and worry. He realized then that he had missed a great many signs, and he was not certain how. That he might have deliberately blinded himself did not occur to him, for those who make habit of self-deception seldom recognize it.
Strange drew back, which sent Norrell into yet another panic. For in his mind, affection was fickle, and was more likely to be withdrawn than it was to stay. Perhaps it was this fear that spurred him into action. He twisted himself halfway about, reached up, mimicked Strange’s touch upon his cheek, and then pressed his lips to Strange’s smile.
Strange continued to smile for several seconds before responding with a more heated press. It was still nothing that would have scandalized any but the most sheltered, but Mr Norrell had diligently hidden from the world long enough that it felt as though he had committed every known transgression in an instant. Surely, he thought, such sensations were at the very edge of human tolerance. He shivered, and shifted, and could not find a means of getting close enough to Strange. He needed to turn himself fully to face Strange so he would not have his head craned at such an uncomfortable angle, but doing that and remaining in contact with Strange seemed two mutually exclusive actions. And to break such a kiss would most likely result in Strange coming to his senses and then redoubling his efforts to disenchant them.
Then Strange broke the kiss, and Norrell could not stop the exclamation of loss he let out. Strange’s laugh gusted against his lips, and Norrell’s instinctual reaction to any such laughter was to cringe back in shame. He could only imagine what a man of the world such as Jonathan Strange, who had both been to war and been married (two states which seemed equally harrowing to Norrell), thought of his poor attempts.
Feeling sharply the indignity of his position, Norrell tried desperately to turn away, perhaps bury himself back in his book until Strange’s amusement died. Before he could do so, however, Strange caught him by the arm. “Sir, I fear you have misunderstood me. I do not laugh at you! I laugh at myself, for I have been in knots for weeks. For weeks! I had thought myself quite alone in my sentiments, and feared your reaction more than anything save what silence might do to me. I laugh out of relief.”
“I do not understand what you are saying to me!” Norrell cried.
“I am saying that I love you, sir, and have done for years.”
FILL: A Newly Woken World (4/4)
(Anonymous) 2015-07-10 07:41 am (UTC)(link)Strange fell quite still at that, as Norrell was certain he would if recalled to his senses by a mention of his wife. Norrell reached for his book, but his hands were shaking and his eyes would not focus upon it. They were blurred for some reason.
“It seems,” murmured Strange, “that you are as difficult a man to love as you are to thank.”
"Please,” Norrell pleaded, not wishing this joke to continue.
“Mr Norrell,” Strange said. “Gilbert.” This caused Norrell to startle, for the last time he heard his name uttered aloud was when he was sixteen and refused to attend his brother’s engagement ball. His mother had been very upset. “You are correct in your statement that I love my wife. Indeed, I shall always love her. But it has been twenty years, and I would hope with all my heart that she has found happiness in the life she now leads—a life which, if I am being honest, I will never share with her. And I believe, for Arabella is for more sensible than I, that she would wish the same for me.” He touched Norrell’s shoulder. “I have been lucky, sir. Men may live the whole of their lives and not find love, but I have found it twice, and I cannot think why love for one should dim love for the other.”
Strange rested his hand upon the back of Norrell’s. Norrell, for his part, was attempting to conjure the means by which he could paint all of this as yet another joke, but there had been no mockery in Strange’s words, nor any hint of a lie. And yet, for him to be honest meant that a great many assumptions Norrell had made about himself, Strange, and their travels must be false.
His hand, traitor that it was, turned itself over and laced itself about Strange’s. “I do not know what you expect me to do,” Norrell said, miserable.
“I expect nothing. I would appreciate, however, if you were to turn back to me or, barring that, at least to speak your own thoughts upon the matter.”
“I do not know them,” Norrell admitted. “I did not expect this in the least. I do not … that is to say, I have not … Mr Strange, I am not so well versed in these matters as you.”
“Ah,” Strange said, as though he did understand what Norrell could not. Norrell felt him stand, though he did not release the clasp of their hands. He walked about so they were facing one another once more, and then dropped to a knee.
“Please do not propose to me!” Norrell squeaked.
Strange grinned, though he did not laugh. “I can see that such a plan would face any number of complications,” he agreed. Then he framed Mr Norrell’s face in his hands. “Shall we try this again, sir, now that we understand one another a bit better?”
Norrell nodded, still feeling quite lost, but glad of this return of contact. Strange kissed him once more, and without the awkwardness of the angle, it was quite the easiest thing to return the press. Norrell squeezed his eyes closed, lest he believe what was happening too much and become desperate for it. Already he could feel that temptation to believe Strange too fully, to invest himself in this with everything he had. This felt like an old want, but he could not to his memory recall feeling it before.
Then Strange opened his mouth a bit. Norrell was uncertain what he might be about, and found to his great startlement that Strange meant his tongue to be involved in this endeavor. He could not imagine such a thing to be pleasant, and was about to tell Strange that in no uncertain terms, when Strange brushed his tongue against Norrell’s lower lip. For such a soft touch, it was incredibly effective! Norrell felt himself collapsing against Strange, opening his mouth to return the favor, only to find things rather complicated by their tongues tangling, catching, and rubbing. It was the oddest thing in the world, and yet terribly pleasant as well.
Strange drew away then. Norrell was not given the opportunity to begin to fear once more, for Strange’s fingers fanned out and he pressed his forehead against Norrell’s. “My dear Mr Norrell,” he said, as though those words alone carried great meaning. “I am quite determined to convince you that you are indeed precious to me.”
Mr Norrell had no clew how Strange intended to accomplish such a feat, nor how he himself might be convinced that he was precious to someone. But Strange’s expression was open and pleading, and his hands upon Norrell’s face were warm. He did not know what to say, and had only just begun to consider all the ways that Strange might be precious to him. For indeed they were many, and they seemed to multiply with every moment.
In the end, Norrell could say only, “And you are precious to me, Mr Strange, in more ways than I could number.”
When Strange kissed him once more, Norrell accepted that he would be convinced. It might not happen in that moment, but the next day, or the next, it would. He saw a future sprawl out before him of Strange reading over his shoulder, and interrupting their arguments with a kiss. He saw their magic becoming inextricable, and their lives following suit. He saw another eighty years in that manner, and Mr Norrell found no room in his heart to fear it.
The wind caught at the tree, and showered the two magicians in light as they kissed in this newly woken world.
Re: FILL: A Newly Woken World (4/4)
(Anonymous) 2015-07-10 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)Ahhhhhh so sweet <3 Jonathan is so very patient, and Norrell is so very obtuse.
Re: FILL: A Newly Woken World (4/4)
(Anonymous) 2015-07-10 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: A Newly Woken World (4/4)
(Anonymous) 2015-07-11 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: A Newly Woken World (4/4)
(Anonymous) 2015-07-13 09:32 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: A Newly Woken World (4/4)
(Anonymous) 2016-09-12 06:56 am (UTC)(link)FILL: A Newly Woken World (3/4)
(Anonymous) 2015-07-10 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)