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☆ Round Two!

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

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I'm so glad you liked it OP (although if it made you cry I feel like ought to say sorry!). I was looking through the older prompts when yours leapt out at me and I had to write something for it :)

I was really pleased when I saw there was a new chapter up. Could you be converting me to the vampire genre when all others have failed?!

I liked the bits of world building - the effects of not being fed, how the bite was healed, magic etc. and the 'apple as a hint to leave' made me laugh - it's very English somehow!

Thanks OP! I'm glad you're enjoying the fill so far, it's bags of fun to write something so far removed from what I usually do.

It's also been fun to ~~steal~~borrow elements of True Blood's fairylore and mix it with js&mn's. Vampires too seem to slot right into js&mn's universe. They'll be more of Childermass' abilities in the next chapter, mainly glamouring, but I shan't spoil it.

I'll definitely expand further on Childermass' loyalty to Norrell and the bargain you've mentioned. I was worried it might be too off-prompt, but if you're enjoying I will worry no more!

Seconded so hard! This is such a great prompt!!!!!!!!!

Hooray! Someone likes it ***smooches***

Can you think of what Norrell could have done to piss off Jonathan? I'm rubbish at plot.

This is nothing short of a masterpiece. Absolutely stunning.

God yes. I need this like breathing.

Perfect !

This story was delightful ! I loved Childermass' thougts and words, and I adored poor Lanchester with wuch duties and sometimes such a stupid king...

Thank you!

So I imagine Childermass would be a little shit to Segundus if he knew how to rile him up.
He knows exactly what kind of "effect" magic can have., and thinks it would be hilarious to secretly and discreetly do magic while he and Segundus are in the same place. Just to watch him squirm and try to stay calm.
Segundus doesn't know what's happening at first, and Childermass is extremely pleased to know that Lady Pole has been sent to Starecross, where Segundus will have to deal with these "effects" night and day. Segundus is such a gentleman and Childermass is determined to make him lose his calm.

Oh goodness! Thank you! I've no idea what else to say to such a lovely comment, but thank you very much indeed!

Ohhh yes.:) Thank you you absolute treasure! "Norrell found himself thinking perhaps the momost terrible thought he had ever had." Gold. :) And also how Childermass perceived it as a disguised chiding at the end. XD Love it.

I'm not the previous commentator, OP, but I also like your idea. Here's a possible take on why Strange and Norrell might fall out -

Following on from the tv series, rather than the book, when they arrive behind the sky Norrell is completely delighted to find himself in Faerie, able to do magic without books and generally having a bit of a delayed adolescence. Meanwhile, Strange is trying to come to terms with the fact that he might never see Arabella again. So one night when Mr Norrell comes in (possibly tipsy on Faerie wine) and raving about how wonderful things are here,Strange loses it and lets him have it with both barrels - how can Norrell realise what he is going through, what about what Norrell did to poor Lady Pole, why is Strange even bothering to explain this since Norrell will never understand what it means to love another person etc.

This sobers up Norrell in every sense of the word and they start to live different lives. Slowly Strange starts to feel he was too harsh...

I'd wondered about that as well...thirded! :D

tbh I'll read any fic about Emma at any time, but this is a particularly interesting prompt!

Yes yes yes and yes. Please give me more pervy Duke. Lots more. Wellancey is my not-so-secret vice. This deserves many many fills!

A!A here. I have all the sympathy in the world for William of Lanchester. Heh. I'm glad you enjoyed!

I hope this is the sort of thing you were after OP. I kinda went for the “run wild with it” option lol

[possible tw for the word “fag”, though used in the context of the practice of public school fagging]

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A soldier rarely got what he wanted. It was a lesson most learnt very quickly. Outside the realm of war, a soldier’s desires were not so much to ask. Appetising food. A comfortable bed. New boots. Then there were gentlemen from marginally more distinguished backgrounds, who had arrived at war expecting better for themselves. They wanted power, the home comforts they were used to, and to be excused from that they thought beneath their calibre. These men made bad comrades.

Lord Wellington was aware that those expecting an exalted rank would try anything to achieve it. The devious ones came straight to him. Their assumption was they could bypass hard work, the toil of climbing the ranks and proving one’s worth, if only they could get on the General’s good side. After all, where they came from it was not what they knew, but who.

Bribery was often their first choice, but when they were faced with the grim reality that Wellington’s judgment could not be bought, they would turn to more prurient measures. There were punishments for this sort of behaviour of course, from humiliating tasks to more extreme methods, but Wellington rarely employed them. It was simple enough to tell the man in question that any trust he might have had in him would now be lost until proven otherwise, and their merits back at home obsolete here in the fields of Spain. If after all they thought of themselves, the only thing they had to offer was their body, how were they any different to the men they thought beneath them?

De Lancey was an anomaly. Despite his background, he was happy to remain in his position, perform his duties with gusto and work hard. He was a model soldier with a good education and a strong will. He competently led the men in his charge, earnt their respect rather than demanded it, and similarly deferred to those above him. De Lancey was not of the ilk who constantly yearned for something purely selfish, that would only help himself and not his comrades. There was one thing he wanted however, something selfish and salacious and completely out of the question. He wanted Lord Wellington.

The General was familiar with men submitting to him. He’d had his fair share of fags at Eton. It was the assumption of those who attempted similar procedures now that should they serve him, it would be worth it in the end. That was not true submission, not when their own gains were the goal. De Lancey expected no praise for his hard work, even when completing tasks well beneath his duties. His desire to impress Wellington was purely for his own satisfaction – to know that he had would be enough. The quiet desperation in his eyes when they were alone together was not for something else, it was solely for the man in front of him.

Idolisation was perhaps a strong word, but Wellington recognised it when he saw it. It was oddly appealing when it came from De Lancey, a receptive young man who fell hard and would take orders gladly. He liked a boy who did as he was told. De Lancey was very pretty, very loyal. The more Wellington thought about it the more tempting he found the idea of bending him over his desk. But he knew the harm that could come from indulging just one soldier in something he wanted. Lust interfered with the business of war and neither of them could merit such a distraction. Wellington needed to make certain that if anything was to happen it would not distract from their obligations to King and Country.

The assessment of De Lancey’s obligations began the moment he was asked to accompany Wellington to his hotel room. The question that required answering sat at the forefront of His Lordship’s mind. Would De Lancey’s soldierly discipline outweigh his carnal desires? The answer had to be yes.

“My Lord?” De Lancey’s expression betrayed his anxiety. He had been alone in His Lordship’s company many times, but never in such intimate surroundings. He anticipated bad news, or a mission requiring the highest secrecy. He certainly was not expecting Wellington’s eyes on him the way they were, a heavy gaze he could almost feel on his body as it walked him up and down. He stood to attention under the scrutiny.

“Can I trust you Colonel?” Wellington asked it calmly, but his words had a weight to them that had De Lancey very aware of how vulnerable he was here, behind a locked door.

“Of course.”

Wellington lifted his hand and twisted one of De Lancey’s coat buttons between his fingertips.

“So if I gave you an order, would you follow it, even if you thought it beneath you?”

De Lancey swallowed his nerves as Wellington’s hand crept down his front, a fingertip dragging over each polished button in turn. His heart raced, but he kept standing firmly to his spot. Taking in a deep breath he answered, “Nothing your Lordship asked of me would be beneath me.”

Wellington’s hand came up to the Colonel’s face and gently wrapped around his jaw. His thumb slid over De Lancey’s mouth, lips parting to gasp at the touch.

“What if the order was to fellate me?” It was asked so brazenly De Lancey had to blink a few times as he took it in. Colour immediately began to blossom high on his cheeks and Wellington enjoyed the heat of his quickening breaths against his thumb. De Lancey’s mouth watered at the question, at a loss for words at how to answer it. How to say yes, God yes, without giving away how desperate he was? For all he knew, this could be some kind of test. Wellington lowered his hand and De Lancey cleared his throat.

“As I said my Lord, nothing you ask is beneath me.”

“Good,” Wellington nodded once, sharp, “on your knees then.” De Lancey complied, lowering himself down onto one knee, then bending the other under him until he was knelt on the carpet. He peered up at the General with astonished yet unquestioning eyes, chest rising and falling in anticipation of his next instruction. When Wellington unbuttoned his breeches, De Lancey lowered his eyes to watch. “I expect you to do this exactly as I tell you, is that clear?” There was the command, the most important one. This could only ever be about following orders, nothing more. If De Lancey disobeyed, their little game was over.

“Yes my Lord,” De Lancey breathed, wetting his lips as Wellington’s hardening prick was freed and brought to stand before him. In his own breeches De Lancey began to swell at the thought of pleasuring the General, of taking the hot weight of him into his mouth. He wanted to lean into it, lift his hands to grip His Lordship’s hips and show him just what he was capable of, but Wellington had given him an order. He would wait for his direction.

Wellington reached out again to take De Lancey’s face in hand, his prick bobbing in the space between them. His flushed cheek was warm under his hand, the blue of his irises almost entirely swallowed up by his pupils as he gazed up at him. He touched De Lancey’s shoulder, running the back of his hand over his epaulette. “Open your mouth.” De Lancey obeyed, lowering his jaw slowly and letting the General look at the wet flat of his tongue.

In Wellington’s experience, it was often the moment just before the act that was most enjoyable. It wasn’t the seduction of his partner, rather the provocation. He enjoyed seeing them so desperate in the act of submission, squirming at being made to wait, shameless in their need. He hoped he would have De Lancey like that before continuing. If he could still follow orders in that state he would have proved himself worthy of these little rewards.

Threading his fingers into De Lancey’s curls, Wellington held his head steady. He shuffled forward slightly, resting the tip of his prick against the Colonel’s plump bottom lip.

“You will not move until permitted.” Wellington said it with determination, hoping De Lancey would comply. Now that he could feel the heat of the other man’s breath against him he wanted his mouth, to claim it. But he was self-disciplined, and would enjoy the tease.

Wellington lowered his hand, touching De Lancey’s short sideburns and drawing it across his cheek. With that same thumb he dragged the tip along the Colonel’s top lip, circling the wet rim of it. He ran a fingertip over the bow of his lips, feeling the shape of it until De Lancey was panting. He had a beautiful mouth, one Wellington would enjoy filling up and spoiling. He withdrew his hand, leaving De Lancey sitting unguided as His Lordship’s prick continued to rest against his open mouth.

“Do you want it?” Wellington asked, looking down at De Lancey fondly.

By now, De Lancey was at his hardest, his prick straining beneath his uniform. He knew he was being played with, told to freeze and tempted to the edge of his patience with the weight of Wellington’s prick on his lips. He would not slip over that edge. He may have been trembling with need, to touch himself, to tongue the tip of His Lordship’s length and taste it, but he would not fall prey to this ruse. If Wellington was testing him, he would pass with flying colours.

“Yes My Lord,” he answered, his mouth lightly gripping the head of Wellington’s prick as he spoke.

“Where do you want it?” He wasn’t even playing along now. Wellington wanted to know. He wanted De Lancey to tell him everything. To confess how he liked being fucked, and how much he wanted to be fucked by him.

“In me.”

It was sharp and sweet enough for Wellington to give in. Canting his hips forward he slid into De Lancey’s mouth, past the blunt edges of his teeth, feeling the curve of his tongue and the roof of his mouth envelop his prick until he could go no further. De Lancey remained still, closing his eyes and breathing deeply through his nose.

“Now suck it,” Wellington demanded, his voice deep and breathless.

De Lancey closed his lips around Wellington’s shaft and sucked lightly, cheeks hollowing. He pressed his tongue to the underside as Wellington rocked his hips back and forth in small jerking motions. The Colonel’s mouth felt so wet and inviting, his soft lips taut as they stretched to accommodate him. Digging his fingers into his hair, Wellington held the Colonel in place again, gently fucking into his mouth and gritting his teeth to stop from grunting. De Lancey remained compliant, keeping still and only doing what he had been instructed. Wellington touched his mouth again as he slid in and out of it, feeling his lips catch and drag against his skin.

Leaning his head back, Wellington bucked a little deeper, keeping a firm hold of the hair at De Lancey’s crown. When he felt him moan he sucked in a sharp breath, the sound and vibration of it going straight to his balls. He wondered how De Lancey might sound if he had his arse, buttocks firmly in his grip as he drove himself in, good and deep. Would he beg if his mouth was empty? For mercy, for more? Faster? Harder? Deeper? Now that Wellington knew he might have him like that he could not help but groan at the thought, another order De Lancey would follow to the word.

Wellington withdrew from De Lancey’s mouth with an obscenely wet sound, a thin string of saliva joining them for a moment. He lowered his chin and peered at De Lancey’s own excitement, the size and shape of it obvious beneath his light breeches. The thought of allowing him to rut against his shin came to him for the briefest moment but he ignored it. Stepping backward he sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his knees and pointing at the space between them. De Lancey came crawling forward on his knees.

“Finish me any way you like,” Wellington breathed. He was not sure he would last much longer, and the way De Lancey greedily let himself loose only confirmed how close he was.

De Lancey buried his face into Wellington’s lap, taking him deep until the tip nudged the back of his throat. What wouldn’t fit he took in hand, wrapping his fingers skilfully around his girth and gripping lightly. Wellington jerked at the new sensation, twisting his fingers into De Lancey’s hair again as his mouth and hand rode up and down together with a wet grip, head bobbing between his knees. His tongue chased his lips, laving and flicking against the tip. He moaned at the taste of him, eyelids fluttering as he tried to concentrate, desperate to touch himself but telling himself no.

“Ah-” Wellington choked, nearing his end. De Lancey had a talented mouth, and he would enjoy seeing it tomorrow with knowledge of the wonders it could work. Grabbing at his face, he held De Lancey in place as he gave a few final thrusts up into him, relishing this last bit of control. He bit his lip as he spent across his tongue, shuddering through it, his whole body tensing before relaxing completely.

As he limply let go of him, the Colonel took Wellington’s hand and pushed it hard against his throat, prompting his fingers to wrap around it. When Wellington felt De Lancey swallow against his palm he let out a surprised, ravenous groan. De Lancey licked his swollen lips clean and looked up at the General, enamoured.

“I hope I have your trust now, my Lord?” He shuffled back on the carpet and dabbed his cuff against his wet mouth. He was still achingly hard, but did not for one second think that would be any concern of His Lordship’s.

“Yes,” Wellington said, tucking himself away, “that will be all Colonel.”

De Lancey stood, shamelessly tenting in his breeches, and nodded. He left quietly and retired to his room without a word of complaint. Wellington slumped back onto the bed and closed his eyes, more than satisfied with his experiment. Despite an obvious need for attention, De Lancey had followed his orders and quelled his own arousal to complete them fully. He had proven he could put duty before his own needs and Wellington would make sure to reward him for it, in time.

The form of the first reward would likely alter several times before Wellington decided on it. Ideas were already forming as he kicked off his boots and felt the heaviness of sleep pull at him. Perhaps he might have De Lancey on his back, rest the sole of his boot against his clothed prick and press down just enough to have him arching up, coming to pieces under him. Maybe he would call him into his tent and have him strip, then instruct him on how to bring himself off. The possibilities brought a smile to his face. He would enjoy savouring the Colonel, slowly building up to the day when he would have him submit to him entirely.

Now that he knew De Lancey could be trusted with getting his way, he would make sure to grant it him occasionally. He would just be following orders after all.

Not OP but God was that good. There must be more! Especially as you've provided options as to what might happen - I've never heard anything so filthy than the first one. I might have a thing for the Duke and his boots... And lovely De Lancey just wanting to please. *dies*

This.. omg. This. It has slayed me. A!A I must congratulate you, you have rendered me into an absolute shuddering mess. Wellington playing with De Lancey's buttons and slipping his thumb over his lips, oh my word.

And oh so compliant De Lancey, kneeling before His Lordship, so very willing, so very keen. How wonderfully you describe it all, wow.

I didn't think I'd ever find Wellington as sexy as I find him in this fic. Something about the utter control and dominance he holds over his Colonel. THIS WAS JUST SO HOOOT!!

I loved the little fantasies at the end too, especially the one with him pressing down on De Lancey with his boot (i have a total thing for boots ok, ssshhh), This was amazing. I'm not the OP but I was very keen for it to be filled and wasn't expecting one so thank you so so much for providing such delicious filth.

oh good lord.

thank you very much for running wild with this, A!A!

*wanders off thinking dazed thoughts about De Lancey's reward*

I'd love this too (C/N). I like creepy stories, although I prefer optimistic endings.

OP here. *picks up large bucket of rose petals, confetti, and actual diamonds - showers you with it* THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!

Fantastic. Absolutely smoking hot and delicious and... adskdlfadsfjklsd. Just - amazing. Wellington is a sexy beast, powerful and domineering, and yet you showed brilliantly how he is clinging to his own control by his fingernails, how much he desires De Lancey. Oh wow. And those fantasies...
I've got to have a sequel, you wonderful A!A - you wrote this too well and I must have it! That boot one - and the having De Lancey strip and obey his orders - oh yes. YESSSSSSSS. And once again: YES!

Thank you SO MUCH for writing this, and writing it so beautifully!

Anyone who saw Paul Kaye's performance as Prentis the Tivolian on Dr. Who, who loved to be "oppressed" and offered the Doctor a variety of devices with which he could do so, must have thought of a Sub!Vinculus. Basically the Gentleman first intends to punish Vinculus but finds he is enjoying this way, way too much (so he decides to kill him instead). Someone with more imagination can probably do more with this. :)

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☆ Round Two!

Re: FILL Re: Strange/Grant - Moss Oak Arabella's funeral

Re: Fill: A Show of Restraint (2/?)

Re: Fill: A Show of Restraint (1/?) (OP here!!)

Re: Emma Pole/Walter Pole, Extremely Athletic First Time(s)

Re: Norrell/Strange vanishing/loneliness

Re: FILL Re: Strange/Grant - Moss Oak Arabella's funeral

Re: Strange/Norrell first time kissing

Re: FILL: Childermass + others, people finding him asleep in odd places

Re: Fill - Fathers and Sons 2/2 (Childermass & William of Lanchester)

Re: FILL: Childermass + others, people finding him asleep in odd places

Childermass/Segundus, magic sense

Re: FILL Re: Strange/Grant - Moss Oak Arabella's funeral

Re: FILL: The Matter in Hand

Re: Norrell/Strange vanishing/loneliness

Re: Emma Pole/Walter Pole, Extremely Athletic First Time(s)

Re: Emma Pole, Gen or Emma/Any, Guaranteed Lifespan

Re: Wellington/De Lancey - Discipline and Submission

Re: Fill - Fathers and Sons 2/2 (Childermass & William of Lanchester)

Fill: My Way

Re: Fill: My Way

Re: Fill: My Way

Re: Fill: My Way

Re: Childermass/Mr Norrell or Childermass/Grant., Haunted house

Re: Fill: My Way

The Gentleman / Vinculus