jsmn_kinkmeme | ☆ Round Two!

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☆ Round Two!

Welcome to the second round of the Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell Kink Meme at

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A!A here: thank you! I'm glad it worked for you.

I meant A!A, I'm sorry *hides face* I'm so sorry my brain doesn't work properly in the mornings!

oh my god yes

Oh, i love this idea!

Oh wow, this is brilliant! There *is* something ridiculously sexy about Childermass' gloves, so I can't say I blame Norrell for going there ;)

I've never been particularly interested in Norrell stories, but even so, I have to admit that this prompt is pretty dang hot!

Sorry to wait so long to reply. I need to learn my way around the meme! I am so happy this was what you were looking for. It's always a little scary trying to write for a prompt--not wanting to go off the rails and disappoint. Massive thanks for the prompt and for the lovely comment! :) I'm an obsessive reviser and editor, so I revised the story a little and put it on AO3, linking back to your prompt: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4810463

Basically, I want trans Norrell and some other characters being positive/accepting about it at some point. Some negativity/sadness/angst is definitely a-okay, but I'd like a relatively upbeat ending if you can manage! Any pairing or none is fine.

I would be very happy indeed for a five-times fic about coming out/people finding out featuring Childermass and Jonathan as two of the characters, but that is entirely optional.

(I may say that if you have other trans headcanons you wish to incorporate - I know I've seen prompts for a couple of other characters - please feel 100% free to do that.)

Series or pre series.
Mr Norrell is taken ill while Childermass is away on some kind of business (looking for book/Vinculus whatever works for A!A.)

Mr Norrell running a high fever talking incoherently about things (magic, history, types of food he doesn't like, how lonely he is or why he thinks billiards is ridiculous) up to A!A what you want to use, touching/sad/funny or a mixture. But he keeps asking for Childermass and is upset when he finds he's not there.

Childermass finally returns and stays at his bedside, while Mr Norrell talks including the admission of love. (Whether Childermass is surprised by this or had already suspected, OP doesn't mind.)

Would prefer it that once Mr Norrell is feeling better (I'm thinking still in weak and in bed, but clear headed) that Childermass tells him what he said and asks if that's how he really feels, as he feels the same.

Very optional extras (as I know it's a bit of a long prompt)
+ Childermass worried that Mr Norrell might die, as he's never seen him so ill.
+ Mr Norrell asking if he can kiss Childermass once they've talked.

YESSS SECONDING SO HARD. So much potential for angst-and-fluff.

I don't use this word often, but this prompt is amazeballs.

Wellington and Grant fucking, with optional involvement by De Lancey and Strange. Pref. fuckbuddy arrangement, but OP isn't fussy.

+ for uniforms
+ for dom!Wellington
+ for Grant's hairy chest and forearms and big dark eyes
+ for De Lancey's efficiency
+ for Strange's surprising energy

Oh my WORD. PLEASE. PLEASE. please for the love of all things somebody write this.

Omg OP I have literally written this exact thing although it does not involve Strange...I hope this would suffice? I probably won't have a chance to upload it until some time tomorrow evening as it needs a bit of re-touching/refinement. I...I can't believe this has been prompted...you have literally been in my brain...!?!!!!? I hope this gets a thousand fills!

Childermass slipped his finger out of her as she panted atop Segundus. It was glistening with her wetness. He touched it to Segundus's lip and Segundus let it penetrate his mouth, sucking the taste of Miss Absalom off of it. He saw Childermass's breath shudder as he did so, Childermass's eyes drawn magnetically towards his lips. He released the finger with a filthy wet sound.

"Please," he said. "Please, I'm so close, tell me what you— what you want; I want to give you anything you want, anything—"

Childermass kissed him again. It was a long, slightly aggressive kiss. It was sweet, lingering, hungry, but with a hint of violence. "You will wait," he said, "to give me what I want. Won't you?"

"Oh," Segundus breathed out. Then: "Oh!" As Miss Absalom shifted off him. He had to close his eyes and dig his fingers into the bedsheets so as to not touch himself, so acute was his desire for release.

Cool fingers settled on his brow, in his hair. He could smell Miss Absalom, a certain post-coital aroma she had, like late sunshine and overripe lilies, the end of summer, tinged with a touch of human sweat. He turned his head towards her blindly.

"Shh," she said. "Shh. I know how good you can be for him. You want to be very good, don't you?"

"Yes. Yes." A hand touched his prick and he cried out, hips arching upwards.

Miss Absalom tugged his hair sharply. A flash of pain. He moaned. She said, "Not yet."

But Childermass was— Segundus opened his eyes hazily and saw Childermass kneeling over him, gazing at him with almost animal desire, reaching— and then—

Segundus's prick pushed just into the clenched hole of his body. The precise star of muscle where he had previously licked, the softest, hottest, most delicate skin. This was what Childermass was giving to him: his most delicate part, to hold him and enclose him, to force him with its fist-like grip towards completion. The weight of Childermass pinned him to the bed, and Segundus reached up for him blindly, grasping him at odd angles: putting hands wherever he could reach. The rounds of his knees. The curve of his hips. The hot flesh of his prick. Childermass moved, rocking on him, taking him deep in his body, and Segundus made a punched-out noise.

Miss Absalom knotted her hand in his hair and pulled once more, jerking his head towards her. "Not yet," she said. "Not yet."

Segundus wanted to explain that he did not want to come yet, that he wanted to stay inside Childermass forever, pleasing him, fucking him; that he wanted to stare at Childermass exactly as he was now: kneeling as though in prayer with his dark hair in his face, naked and soft-eyed, and with Segundus's prick sliding into him, the most obscene and the most beautiful sight Segundus could imagine. He wanted to explain that he did not want to, but that he did not know how to not do it, with Childermass's body against his body and Miss Absalom's hand in his hair. But he could not manage to say it. He could only moan in fits and starts as Childermass moved on him. He entirely lost track of the world but for the hot plunge of flesh into flesh, and from time to time the sharp pain of Miss Absalom reining him in, forcing him back from the edge. He was aware of Childermass working himself fast, his breath stuttering in huffs, and Childermass's eyes burning down at him, and he said something inarticulable— the sort of thing you can only say in dreams, because if you said it in the waking world it would not make any sense. Then he was crying out and climaxing unstoppably.

Childermass continued riding him for a few long moments before giving a sort of startled sigh and opening his eyes very wide and shoving down hard and spending himself on Segundus's chest.

Childermass was still moving softly. Segundus was still holding onto his hips. He felt a great sense of peace that he had not known before. He raised his hand and Childermass caught hold of it, and they stared at each other, shivering a little.

Miss Absalom yawned and stretched and pulled Segundus to her, making room for Childermass on the other side of him. Childermass eased himself off of Segundus and into that space. Segundus, caught between them like a pearl cradled between two rough oyster halves, sighed comfortably and drew them both closer. Their bodies were warm. He pressed his face to Childermass's shoulder and felt Miss Absalom mold herself against his back. She stroked his arm. Childermass ran a hand through his hair, then let his palm rest at the back of Segundus's neck.

"Mm," Segundus said drowsily, wriggling slightly in satisfaction. "I could sleep like this. Only I do not wish to sleep, for I am already asleep, and I wish to stay here forever."

There was a short silence. Childermass said, "Your logic is dubious, as ever."

"You are mistaken," Segundus informed him. "But I will permit you to remain in my bed, because I am a generous person."

"It is my bed," Miss Absalom said. "But I suppose I do not mind if both of you stay."

"That is gracious of you," Segundus said gravely.

Childermass appeared close to sleep, which was very endearing. His hand had grown heavy on Segundus's neck. When Segundus risked a glance up, his eyes were drifting closed. He did not go to sleep, though; he wrinkled his nose and said vaguely, "What is that noise?"

Segundus made a questioning sound, a sort of mmph?

"That— noise, that bird noise. You must hear it."

"No," Segundus said, by which he did not mean, No, I do not hear it, for he could hear it now, if only faintly— like birds from a very long way off, possibly miles— but rather a more general refusal to acknowledge the interruption. He buried himself further into Childermass's shoulder, tugging Miss Absalom's arm tightly around him. "No," he said again, for emphasis.

Miss Absalom muttered something exasperated-sounding against his back. Segundus was about to ask her if she could quiet the birds, for they seemed to be drawing closer and he wished to rest, but even as he thought this he became aware that the noise would wake him. He clung to the last vestiges of the dream with drowsy hands— the feel of Miss Absalom's breath warm against his shoulder, Childermass's soft prick pressed against his leg, the faint smell of sex, damp and overripe and fecund, a lazy, salacious, flowering scent... but it was no use. Sleep was unspooling from him, and before he knew it, he was waking in his own bed.

Man, OP you have prompted my secret shame, but what delicious shame it is. In addition to the anon above, I also have written something similar but as of yet not uploaded it anywhere. It's Strange fantasising (aka wanking) over the thought of Wellington giving Grant a good seeing to - would this be of interest to you? If so I shall do the same as the above anon and give it a spit and polish.

(PS: I'm also hoping for more fresh fills though, because DAMN, yes please!)

This is so perfect and so cute and so ... ARGGHHHH!!!!!

*imagines Childermass holding his master's hand as he sleeps*
*screams into the void*

OP here! ALL of these sound awesome, I will take anything! I'm totally thrilled that you like the sound of it! All are welcome! as the medium says in the film Poltergeist!

"It is my bed," Miss Absalom said. "But I suppose I do not mind if both of you stay."

I love her. This whole thing. So hot, and then so adorable. It's amazing and perfect and I cannot love it enough.

OP here, by the way. This is more than I ever dreamed. Thank you so much.

actual Wellington and Grant would be great, but Strange fantasizing about this? yes please!

*spontaneously combusts*

Not OP but all of you are marvellous and you are doing important work here. They're are few things nicer than having some porny soldiers to look forward to. And there is not enough Wellington out there!

YOU ARE BRILLIANT

I need this in my life. This prompt is, in fact (to quote above anon) AMAZEBALLS

Guys! GUYS!
This meme could not get more awesome I swear!
I love you both so much right now, and will wait for everything you wrote!

FUCK

yes

Much fifthing. Many wow. Someone write it!

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☆ Round Two!

Re: FILL: Marital Disharmony, 1/1

Re: FILL: The Matter in Hand

Re: Raven King Hannah

Re: Strange/Norrell - Erogenous Zones

Re: FILL: The Matter in Hand

Re: Norrell/Childermass, Uninhibition Spell & Furious Childermass

Re: FILL: Strange/Grant bathing

Norrell/anyone or gen - trans!Norrell

Sick/delirious Mr Norrell confessing he loves Childermass.

Re: Sick/delirious Mr Norrell confessing he loves Childermass.

Re: Sick/delirious Mr Norrell confessing he loves Childermass.

Wellington and Grant

Re: Wellington and Grant

Re: Wellington and Grant

FILL: John Segundus/Maria Absalom, Dream Seduction (10/?)

Re: Wellington and Grant

Re: Sick/delirious Mr Norrell confessing he loves Childermass.

Re: Wellington and Grant

Re: FILL: John Segundus/Maria Absalom, Dream Seduction (10/?)

Re: Wellington and Grant

Re: Wellington and Grant

Re: Sick/delirious Mr Norrell confessing he loves Childermass.

To: potential A!A № 1 and potential A!A № 2

Re: FILL: John Segundus/Maria Absalom, Dream Seduction (10/?)

Re: Sick/delirious Mr Norrell confessing he loves Childermass.