No Such Things

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As they made their way through the rain towards the large abandoned farmhouse where Lord Wellington had decided to set up his headquarters, a group of Spaniards came running up to them and started yelling and gesticulating with such fervour that the General was temporarily rendered speechless.

He turned to Major Grant in exasperation, “Good lord. What on earth has got them so excited?”

“They are warning us not to go any further, my lord,” Grant translated, bracing himself for the inevitable reaction, “they say it is haunted.”

Title: No Such Things

Author: solitary_jo

Characters: William De Lancey, Colquhoun Grant, Jonathan Strange, & the Duke of Wellington

Summary: Team Peninsular spends the night in an abandoned farmhouse.

Notes: This fic was written for the Jonathan Strange and Mister Norrell Society of Magicians Halloween Celebration, for the “Ghosts” prompt.

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Is it a sin?

Two men, together. Unclothed in the darkness.

The wind howls and rattles at the windowpanes. Rain drives against the tiles. In the single room of his lodgings, the fire burns low.

“Is it a sin?”

Careful hands lead careful fingers tracing patterns over a bare shoulder. This is the first time they have done this.

“I don’t know, I’m no priest.”

Title: Is it a sin?

Author: Owl_by_night

Characters: William De Lancey/Colquhoun Grant

Summary: De Lancey and Grant talking about their relationship.

Author’s Notes: A different style for this one, and sadder. De Lancey/Grant and warnings for period-typical, internalised homophobia. Younger team peninsula boys have been told that to love another man is a sin, but how can love be sinful?

Part of the Twelve Days of (JSAMN Fanfic) Christmas series.

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Towards the end of September 1810, Wellington had positioned his army at the convent of Busaco on a long, high ridge stretching ten miles north from the Mondego River. The ridge rose steeply to a height of 300 metres in some places and the men had spent the last two days venturing back and forth over the edge, repelling the attacks of various enemy divisions. Although the French had clearly underestimated the strength of the position held by the British and Portuguese infantry and were suffering heavy casualties, they did not seem at all inclined to give up.

Title: Beginnings

Author: solitaryjo

Characters: Colquhoun Grant/William De Lancey

Summary: Grant and De Lancey’s relationship begins to develop after the Battle of Busaco.

Author’s Notes: Technically, as these events take place in September/October 1810, it should be Lieutenant Colonel De Lancey and Captain Grant but for some reason I decided to go with the ranks (and relative ages) from the show.

I may also have taken some liberties with the details surrounding the Battle of Busaco and the timing of Grant’s mission in Chapter 3.

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The Art of War

De Lancey glanced up from the book he was reading and smiled at the look of intense concentration on Grant’s face as he worked away at the sketch pad resting on his knee.

“You know there is really no need to draw the landscape in the vicinity of the camp. I think we know our way around by now.”

Title: The Art of War

Author: solitaryjo

Characters: William De Lancey & Colquhoun Grant & Jonathan Strange

Summary: De Lancey discovers that Grant’s artistic talents extend beyond those normally required of an Exploring Officer.

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Unclothed in the Darkness

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When he opened his eyes it was still dark, but dawn was coming. He could sense it. He had been rising before the sun for so many years now that his body woke him automatically when the first light was close to striking the edge of the Earth. He could hear some stirring, too, from the edges of the camp: cooks stoking fires, boiling water for coffee and tea; one guard detail returning, another going out. But De Lancey didn’t move. He had time and he would take it. These were his favorite moments, laying awake while the world was still covered in darkness, before the normal order of things resumed. In this darkness they were equals. Or, at least, he could pretend they were.

Title: Unclothed in the Darkness

Author: onstraysod

Characters: William De Lancey/Lord Wellington

Summary: In the darkness before dawn, William De Lancey finds a special kind of equality with Lord Wellington.

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If you care

The door swung open and Strange raised his head. His eyes were red and raw from the dirt and the tears he wasn’t even trying to hide and the pain they conveyed was a physical force that caused Grant to stagger as he stepped into the cell.

Title: If you care

Author: solitaryjo

Characters: Colquhoun Grant & Jonathan Strange

Summary: Drabble AU: Grant visits Strange in jail.

Notes: This fic also appears on solitaryjo’s Tumblr blog; you can leave feedback on Tumblr or here, if you prefer!


The door swung open and Strange raised his head. His eyes were red and raw from the dirt and the tears he wasn’t even trying to hide and the pain they conveyed was a physical force that caused Grant to stagger as he stepped into the cell.

I’m sorry, the words were unspoken but Strange’s intention was clear as he looked down at the puddle on the floor, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“No!” Grant lunged forwards, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the water, “Don’t!”

Strange struggled in his grasp. “It is the only way,” he whispered, his hoarse voice tinged with desperation, “Can you not see? If you care for me at all, you must let me go.”

This almost broke Grant and for a second he wavered, but then he met Strange’s eyes again and the message he saw there was quite different: Stop me. If you truly care for me, you will stop me.

He pulled Strange towards him and held him in a tight embrace. “Merlin. Please. Let me help you.”

The fight seemed to go out of the magician then and he slumped against Grant’s shoulder, his body wracked by deep, gut-wrenching sobs. “I cannot do it, Grant,” he raised his eyes and the anguish was almost tangible, “I cannot live without her.”

To Grant it did not matter that these words cut him to his very heart, nor that he would never be able to give Strange the reason he needed to go on. All he knew was that his Merlin needed him and, in that moment, that was enough.

He took off his greatcoat and draped it around Strange’s trembling body,“Come now,” he guided him gently out of the open door, “let’s get you home.”

My Way


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.

Title: My Way

Author: Anonymous

Characters: William De Lancey/Duke of Wellington

Summary: Wellington tests De Lancey’s self-discipline.

Prompt: How about a fic featuring a really randy De Lancey being taught a lesson in patience by Lord Wellington? I’d love it if someone ran wild with this!

Notes: There is another fill on the kinkmeme based on a very similar prompt: A Lesson in Patience.  Enjoy!

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The Thrill of the Chase


Major Grant and Colonel De Lancey were sitting by a fire enjoying a glass or two of wine. It was a pleasantly cool evening and the intelligence that Grant had just brought back suggested that they would not face any action for at least a few more weeks.

That news must have spurred Lord Wellington into taking action to alleviate the men’s boredom, as an excited young captain came running up to them and breathlessly delivered the news. “His lordship has asked me to inform you that he will be riding to hounds in the morning if you should care to join him.”

Title: The Thrill of the Chase

Author: solitaryjo

Characters: Colquhoun Grant/William De Lancey

Summary: The continuing adventures of Major Fox.

Notes: This story follows on from The Curious Incident of the Fox in the Wartime, also by solitaryjo, and A Tale of Two Redcoats by nothinghamshire.

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After the Funeral


A house after a funeral is a strange thing. Ashfaiafter the funeralr, frozen in harsh winter snow, is even more so. It makes Grant half wish he’d taken a room at an inn instead of bowing to Merlin’s insistence that he stay here.

The servants have done their best of course, cleaning and tidying and lighting fires everywhere to banish the ghastly mausoleum atmosphere that he’d found when he first arrived. Their care is a cold mockery of a winter festival. No amount of firelight, candlelight or polished brass can lift the sombre mood or brighten the black clothes of those present. Grant, in his red coat, is an awkward point of colour. It makes him feel out of place and garish amid the mourners as they murmur condolences to one another. How sad, how sad.

Title: After the Funeral

Author: Owl_by_Night

Characters: Colquhoun Grant/Jonathan Strange, Arabella Strange/Jonathan Strange

Summary: Written for a prompt on the kink meme. Grant goes to Arabella’s funeral and must cope with a grieving Jonathan and his own feelings for the magician.

Prompt: Strange/Grant – Moss Oak Arabella’s funeral.  Is this too morbid? I just want Grant to go to the funeral and be torn between feeling bad because Strange is in so much pain and a bit of something else because (although he doesn’t necessarily realise this is the reason) Merlin will never love him as much as he loved her… or will he?

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Greater Love

The battle had broken Merlin. It had not been immediately obvious, not at first, but the last couple of days had placed it beyond doubt. The pall that hung over the magician still was not a shock of battle that faded with victory, but a much deeper and more grievous sort of wound. One that Major Grant, at least, was visibly beginning to fear would prove permanent.

Wellington knew the cause, too. He had heard from a variety of sources what had taken place inside Hougoumont during the battle, and he knew his magician well enough to know why it had shattered him. He did not tend to take overt interest in the lives of his men, but that did not mean he did not pay attention. He knew full well what had broken Merlin.

Title: Greater Love

Author: icarus_chained

Characters: Colquhoun Grant/Jonathan Strange/Duke of Wellington

Summary: “Can a magician kill a man by magic?” In the aftermath of Waterloo, Wellington revisits that conversation with Strange and Grant in an effort to put his shattered magician back together. Whether or not it entirely works, the three of them do create a moment of comfort and companionship for themselves.

Prompt: After the bloodbath of Waterloo, THAT CONVERSATION is revisited. Give me angry, traumatised Merlin, and Wellington in stern father mode. Whether it ends up with Grant having to physically remove Merlin, or Wellington taking him aside for some super-intense hurt/comfort, I don’t mind. I just want Wellington to acknowledge what the war has done to his magician, and to show a gentler side now the fighting is over. Angst, angst, lovely angst. Lay it on me!

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