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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've read some really incredible Strange/Grant fics on this meme but all of them have involved Grant topping. Whilst I love this, I'd really like to read something where Grant is happy to bend over and gladly give himself to Merlin and Merlin being a surprisingly talented top.

Bonus points for mentioning their rather obvious height difference

Nice, OP!

Oooooh please!

Good grief! Yes, I need this. For a manly soldier type, Grant has very gentle eyes. He would be a terrific fuck. And he's a solid chunk of manhood too. Pervy commenter is delighted with this. Thank you OP!

Those gentle eyes would look very nice rolling back as he sinks himself down onto Strange's lap 0_0

yessssss.... and don't forget that wonderful voice. What a voice he has... of course, they both have nice voices. (shades of the Father Ted Lovely Girls competition, ahem!)

*pokes head in*
Jamie Parker singing at this years Proms. That is all.

yes indeed - I hope someone fills the prompt about Grant singing (lower down this page).

"Solid chunk of manhood". Mmhmm. Yup. Yes.

Please let this get a fill!

I would absolutely read this fill!!

Yes please!

Hi op! I can't believe that I'd never thought about bottom Grant before this prompt. It's something I've not been able to get out of my head so I had to write a little something. I hope that this prompt gets a million fills because I can never get enough of these two!

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Grant had many scars upon his body that could be described as unsightly. He wasn't ashamed of any of them, for a collection of battle blemishes often made a good soldier. A good soldier came to war domesticated and soft-skinned, and left with a pock-marked pelt of visible memories that could drive a man mad if he paid much attention to them. Grant paid as much attention to the decorations upon his skin as he did those on his uniform which recognised his rank, or medals he might be awarded. A scar, like a medal, was proof of bravery. However, it didn't stop Grant from wanting to cover his. Again, this was not due to embarrassment, but because they were always a distraction.

Like a limp is a distraction from walking, or a missing finger a distraction from a glove, Grant found reactions to his marked flesh somewhat disconcerting. Any women he had been with since receiving the majority of them (and these encounters were few and far between) would immediately pity him. They pitied him the way a mother pities her child when it falls and grazes its knee. They'd treat him differently after seeing him whole, gently, as though he were delicate china held together with string. Grant refused to accept this sort of treatment. He liked to be shown tenderness, but certainly wouldn't be out of pity. In moments like these he would feel a need to prove how complete he was, how unbroken, and this gave the encounters a bitterness he despised. His body was evidence of how strong it was, healing itself and getting back to work the way a soldier was meant to. A rider does not fall from a horse and never sit in the saddle again, just as a soldier does not get shot (or stabbed, or flogged, or tortured) without running back into battle the moment he is capable of doing so. Grant hated to be mollycoddled as though past acts of violence would forever have him a slave to them.

Others he had been with, even fellow soldiers, would be entranced by his unclothed appearance. They'd wonder, rather obviously, if by the time they left the army they too would look as he did. They'd bring them up, often apologetically, to ask 'how did you deal with it?' or 'did it hurt terribly?' which spoilt any excitement. His scars were always a distraction, taking him and his partner out of a moment that had been somewhat enjoyable to become another encounter added to the list of awkward exchanges where his skin became the memorable part.

That was why Merlin was so refreshingly... different. Strange was not scarred, neither did he have much experience of them, but he understood that they were nothing but skin-deep. The first time Grant had undressed in front of him, he had expected the same pitying look he got from everyone else. Strange did not offer it to him. Instead, he had grabbed at him with greedy hands, overwhelmed by how remarkably handsome he was without his uniform. He cared little for the ghosts of the past. All that mattered to him was the here and now, and the delightfully excited look on Grant's face when he was pushed back onto his camp bed and clambered on top of. What Strange cared for were the muffled sounds Grant made into his palm as he was fucked. He cared for the way his broad chest heaved and trembled as he came, and the heat of him when he was sated and full, limbs entwined with his as he clutched at him. With Strange, Grant didn't feel like he was being treated carefully. He never needed to beg him to go faster, or harder, because Strange would give him his all. His slender hands had a remarkable and almost magical strength, one he felt happily helpless under. Before him, Grant had only ever allowed one other man to take him and he had almost been too careful with him. Strange's technique was a little clumsy, but the more they practiced the more confident he became. Grant enjoyed being held down by him, forced to take what he offered until they'd both released the strains and stresses of the day upon each other. He did not see his submission as a weakness and neither did Strange (he was rather impressed by how much the Major could take), but as a bond of honour and trust that only two men in the heat of war could truly understand. They had found themselves needing each other, so had given in to that need.

It was Strange's teeth Grant enjoyed the most. Because teeth could not bite carefully, they could not be dulled when they dragged across raised white marks. And Strange was a biter. Grant wondered if it was a show of claiming, although he barely required further proof of this, it was enough of a sign that Grant was happy to be his when he laid back and invited him on top of him with a spread of knees. But Strange bit him regardless. He would bite Grant's back when he was on his front, his mouth stuffed with his own pillow. He would bite his shoulders and nibble along the side of his throat. When he was on his back he would bite his nipples, nip along his collar bones, suck the skin at the curve of his shoulder into his mouth and clamp his jaws down until it hurt. He ignored his scars completely, sometimes biting them too and doing so no more softly than he would any other part of him. Grant would wordlessly mouth at the pleasurable and delayed sensation of the magician's teeth sinking into white lines and twisted bullet scars, paying them no concern and certainly never idolising them.

Strange bit very hard when he reached his climax, almost always on his shoulder, to stifle the noises that decency simply would not allow him to release within a field full of sleeping soldiers. (They were certain they'd been heard on a few occasions when excitement and eagerness had them forget themselves, but they had some compassion for their neighbours - tired soldiers did not appreciate being kept awake by the sound of the army's magician buggering their Major. Neither did they want to hear that Major's voice wavering into different pitches when they'd need to look him in the eye the next day.) Strange's bite, that final one, would almost always leave a mark. It would be a ring of teeth, the imprint reddened and wet with saliva. It was a brand entirely unique to Strange's mouth, sometimes bruising, sometimes taking hours to disappear. But it would disappear. However much Grant wanted this token of their love-making to remain on his skin it would never last the way the others did. It was temporary and he would have to make the most of it.

After Strange retired to his own tent, or fell asleep beside him, Grant would touch the punctured flesh that signified the conclusion to what he was still coming down from. His fingertips would explore it, this physical remainder of how good he had felt, how much Strange had wanted to scream through his release, perhaps say his name over and over until he had no breath in his lungs. Strange's bite was the only mark on Grant's body that wasn't a distraction, or a memory of something he'd rather forget. It was a culmination of everything that was pleasurable and wonderful about being fucked like a man, and treated like a man. With Strange, Grant was not a poor solider riddled with wounds and ready to break should any force be applied to him. When Strange glanced upon his neck the following day, and witnessed the bruise that had remained, he would not apologise but look at him with pride. For he never saw anything but Colquhon Grant, the man beneath the soldier and the soldier's scars - his equal.

Reply to this, says the link. How do I reply to this? It's fucking awesome! My eyes nearly fell out of my head at the throwaway "stabbed, flogged or tortured"... and yes, Strange would be a biter, I totally get it. This is my headcanon too, now. I'm so delighted you gave us a strong Grant and a lusty Strange. Thank you so much, A!A, you have made my day!

oh, this is SO good. I love the way it deals with the responses to Grant's scars, and why it is different with Strange (and yes, headcanon now about the biting). I also love Strange's respect for how much fucking Grant can take - and that this is about being fucked like a man and treated like a man.

oh wow... oh god... oh I have no words... you write so beautifully, every word is a gift. the way you describe Grant rings very true to me, what he truly wants from a person he's close with and how very perfectly they fit with Strange in this. and the whole idea about scars - beautiful! also, biting the scars - mmm, delicious...

OP here; oh god anon this is so so perfect. I am aghast- this is just so beautiful and touching and so very lovely in all the best ways. There are so many lines that are absolute perfection it would be ridiculous for me to copy and paste all of them but I had to point out these few

, but as a bond of honour and trust that only two men in the heat of war could truly understand. They had found themselves needing each other, so had given in to that need.
(So so good OMG )

it was enough of a sign that Grant was happy to be his when he laid back and invited him on top of him with a spread of knees.
JESUS! This is it. This was the bottom!Grant that I needed. And the image of him doing this is so very delicious and wonderful I just...have no words

Strange bit very hard when he reached his climax, almost always on his shoulder, to stifle the noises that decency simply would not allow him to release within a field full of sleeping soldiers.
Oh dear lord. The whole thing of Strange being a biter is so perfect and now a completely adopted headcanon thank you. Stifling noises into Grant as well is just as equally hot and sexy as hell.

sometimes taking hours to disappear. But it would disappear. However much Grant wanted this token of their love-making to remain on his skin it would never last the way the others did.
Oh god it's so painfully bittersweet.

It's perfection thank you. I love how you got Grant's character so perfectly down; strong yet incredibly vulnerable at the same time and Strange being so utterly 100% accepting and enamoured with him that he just sees Grant and the man he is and nothing else. It's so very Jonathan and it's just so very adorable. Thank you so much a!a I will be revisiting this a lot.

My Grant/Strange feels are at their boiling point right now!!

It's your A!A here OP and I'm so glad you enjoyed the fill! Thank you for letting me know your favourite lines :) and thank you for a great prompt!

Not A!A here, but I just wanted to say that I loved reading OP!'s response, because it was so perfect. Is it ok to comment on a comment? WTF, I'm doing it anyway (I have already commented on the fill, of course!).

"Strange being so utterly 100% accepting and enamoured with him that he just sees Grant and the man he is and nothing else. It's so very Jonathan and it's just so very adorable."

I couldn't agree more. Jonathan doesn't get enough kudos for his openness, and this story really showed that side of him.

And Grant spreading his knees? I think I actually groaned aloud at that bit. JFC, OMG and any other gushing acronym I can think of. Thank you, OP and A!A.

In summary, guh.

This has made A!A ridiculously happy (as have all the lovely comments I've received on this little fill, thank you so very much for them all I cherish each of them.)

OP here! I loved that you felt compelled to reply to my reply and now I'm replying to your reply on my reply! (Okay my head hurts now)
I'm so glad people enjoyed this and this fill is getting the love it deserves! The Grant/Strange shippers are few in this fandom but by gosh we're a passionate bunch! <3

Yep. That was exactly what this prompt deserved. Especially enjoyed the biting...

BITING !! HELL YEAH !!

This is so perfect! I'm always astonished when a writer captures a whole story in a way that seems deceptively simple, but is in fact multi-faceted and beautiful.

So very well done. All the kudos to you.

Wow! This was the fic I never knew I needed until I read it. Biting Jonathan and bottom Grant are my two new kinks thanks to you. I can't thank you enough!

to any interested parties, Top!Strange makes an appearance in my Wall Sex fill, here:

http://jsmn-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1613.html?thread=1430093#cmt1430093

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FILL(ish): Strange/Grant top!Strange