Warm Heart and Wet Noses

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Lord Wellington asked Adjutant General Charles Stewart to read the new figures for a third time. Stewart cleared his throat, a grating sound in the silence of the room, and consulting the scrap of paper in his hand, he read:

“At last count, my lord, the number of wounded was 1,260. Missing: 840. Killed… 2, 338. Total casualties: 4,438.”

Wellington gave a curt nod. “Thank you, General.” The room, a small parlor in an old Spanish villa, lapsed back into a weary, guarded silence. Stewart, Scovell, Strathclyde, Dr. McGrigor, and Colonel William De Lancey stood grouped around one end of a long oaken table littered with dispatches, maps, and guttering wax candles set in wrought-iron candelabras, looking towards their commander who sat at the other end, his elbow on the table top, the fingers of one hand rubbing thoughtfully at his lips. No one spoke; no one moved. The casualty numbers seemed to hang in the air around them, as palpable as smoke and just as suffocating.

Title: Warm Heart and Wet Noses

Author: Anonymous

Characters: William De Lancey & Wellington, William De Lancey/Colquhoun Grant implied

Prompt: Wellington is very often seen as dominant, or at least in charge, in control, the great leader running everything, and I love it. It works so well with the way the character appears in the TV series.

But this is also the man who wept for friends he lost, saw Waterloo as something more tragic that glorious victory and cared for the people he fought with. So anon would very much like it if someone wrote about Wellington being a little more… well, a little more of a sweetie actually. Show him caring for someone, noticing other people, rescuing kittens! I don’t mind what, I don’t mind if there is shipping or not, I just want to see another side to the Iron Duke.

Summary: Wellington in the aftermath of the Battle of Bajados.

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Fully Alive

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They were all around him and the air was thick with the stench of their cold, decaying breath, falling upon his face. He tried not to inhale it, the contagion of them, but when his lungs were emptied and his head began to throb he gasped, pulling oxygen into his chest, and little invisible pieces of their rot came along with it, sliding down his throat, lodging in his lungs.

Title: Fully Alive

Author: Anonymous

Characters: William De Lancey/Colquhoun Grant

Prompt: Of all the men in Team Peninsula, Grant appears to be the calmest when faced with the Dead Neapolitans. While even Wellington is looking a little unsettled, Grant just gets on with questioning them about the canon.

Anon would like to see what happens afterwards, particularly if when he gets out of the windmill he loses his calm facade and has a bit of a freak out about the whole thing. Bonus points if someone offers comfort. I have no preference as to pairing, could be platonic or romantic.

Summary: Follows the prompt closely.

Notes: The story is continued in Cartography, also by an anonymous author, which is available on the jsmn kinkmeme.

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How to putte Questiones to the Dark…

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It was not a little thing, when it first happened. It was rather a moment of importance. He was pinned up against a tree, a grubby hand on his neck and French being barked at full volume into his face.

“L’espion de Wellington! Vous petit bâtard, je vous ai!”

He found it profoundly disagreeable to be referred to as a spy – he was an officer after all, and he found it doubly disagreeable to be called it in French. But most disagreeable of all at this moment were the two hands that were now extremely persistently squeezing about his neck, in a fashion designed to prevent him from living very much longer.

Title: How to putte Questiones to the Dark and understand its Answeres

Author: cribbins

Characters: Colquhoun Grant/Jonathan Strange

Prompt: Written for the prompt “Strange is still a magician, only to discover that Grant can do very small, sudden acts of magic he can’t really control. Maybe they try to harness it, supress it, it comes out suddenly during a battle? Even angst, idk”

Summary: “Could a magician kill a man by magic?”
“I suppose a magician might – but a gentleman never could.”
At first Grant thought that this must be some sort of rebuke, but then, no – of course not. How could he possibly know.

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Chapter 1: Magic is not respectable, sir

Chapter 2: A gentleman could not do magic

Chapter 3: All magicians are vagabonds

Chapter 4: All magicians lie

Jogos de Bola

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They wandered away from the crowds of soldiers, sailors and camp followers who thronged the quays and headed into a quieter part of the city, strolling amiably side by side as they drank from a bottle of wine that De Lancey had liberated from the last inn they had stopped at and pausing occasionally to listen to music or watch the young people dancing in the streets.

Rounding a corner, they came upon a group of men engaged in one of the traditional local pastimes.

Title: Jogos de Bola

Author: solitaryjo

Characters: Colquhoun Grant/Jonathan Strange & William De Lancey

Prompt: Lisbon, halfway through the Peninsular Campaign. Strange and Grant get drunk and let off steam, in that boisterous, affectionate, silly way that English men seem to specialise in. Strange does some magic, because he likes showing off. Grant encourages him, because he is privately pretty thrilled that his drinking companion is a bloody magician of all things.

There have been some deeply beautiful and heartbreaking fics written about these two, but they probably also had some fun times. Any level of intimacy, from platonic friendship to full on fucking, with a slight preference for sexy fun. Bonus points if Strange moves Grant’s balls about by magic.

Summary:  Strange, Grant and De Lancey get drunk in Lisbon.

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We Shall Remember Him

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It is the middle of the night when Strange wakes up and sees the candles still burning. Grant is no longer in bed beside him, but sitting hunched over his desk in his nightshirt and writing. Whatever he is writing cannot be happy because he frowns over each page and the act of writing itself must be painful: his bandaged right arm is out of the sling and moving the pen more slowly over the page than it usually would.
“Grant?” Strange asks from the bed, “what are you doing at this hour?”

Title: We Shall Remember Him

Author: Anonymous

Characters: Colquhoun Grant/Jonathan Strange & William De Lancey

Prompt: So there’s that moment, that “what do you think they’ll do with us now” moment in episode 4(?), where Grant looks out at the battlefield of bodies and you can see him almost break down and swallow back tears. I just want Strange to comfort him so much. Even if it’s just a little cuddle where he encourages him to let the emotion out into his shoulder – I want it.

How could anyone possibly deal with such a sight? How would Strange cope with seeing strong snarky Grant who can make light of anything, with a trembling lip and wet eyes? For once I want it to be Grant who needs comforting and for Strange to be happy to give it to him.

Summary: follows the prompt.

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Going Home

 

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18 June 1815

Just a date. A Sunday.

30,000 men dead.

A statistic.

Numbers and dates are nothing compared to being there.

Being there, standing at the precipice of Hell, is much too much for one man to comprehend. Bodies scatter battered, smoking soil all the way to the horizon. The uniforms decorating the corpses, their colours and ranks, mean nothing, for they were all men. All alive. Gone now.

Title: Going Home

Author: Anonymous

Characters: Colquhoun Grant & Jonathan Strange

Prompt: So there’s that moment, that “what do you think they’ll do with us now” moment in episode 4(?), where Grant looks out at the battlefield of bodies and you can see him almost break down and swallow back tears. I just want Strange to comfort him so much. Even if it’s just a little cuddle where he encourages him to let the emotion out into his shoulder – I want it.

How could anyone possibly deal with such a sight? How would Strange cope with seeing strong snarky Grant who can make light of anything, with a trembling lip and wet eyes? For once I want it to be Grant who needs comforting and for Strange to be happy to give it to him.

Summary: follows the prompt.

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Influenza

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Grant appears at breakfast with a whiter than usual face and a pinker than usual nose. He makes a good act of feeling well, smiling when appropriate and sharing the usual conversation over the table, but De Lancey can’t help noticing that he speaks a little hoarsely and neglects to take his usual breakfast. Instead he busily crumbles a piece of toast over his plate so skilfully that the casual observer would never notice that he ate nothing.

Title: Stories from Tumblr (Influenza)

Author: Owl_by_Night

Characters: William De Lancey/Colquhoun Grant & Duke of Wellington

Summary: A little Grant/De Lancey hurt comfort. Grant catches a cold, De Lancey looks after him and Wellington notices.

Author’s Notes: There is a little more worry over the homophobic attitudes of the time but it ends happily. I’m also going to warn anyone who might be bothered by it that Regency era medicine gets a mention, including blood letting. Nothing is too graphically described but it does happen.

Chapter 5 of Stories from Tumblr

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De Lancey’s Wellington

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“What you need, Merlin, is a drink!”

Later, much later, Jonathan will learn to hear those words from De Lancey and treat them with the caution they deserve. For the present, he is only grateful that someone, anyone is prepared to distract him from the miserable circumstances of being disgraced in the eyes of Lord Wellington.

Title: Stories from Tumblr (Wellington’s De Lancey)

Author: Owl_by_Night

Characters: William De Lancey/Colquhoun Grant/Jonathan Strange

Summary: De Lancey does his best impersonation of Wellington.

Author’s Notes: Written because I mentioned De Lancey impersonating Wellington and onstraysod said it should be fic.

Be warned – it is very silly indeed! It has a bit of De Lancey/Merlin, a bit of Grant/De Lancey and eventual threesome because… reasons. Nothing particularly explicit. I should also probably warn for relentless mockery of Wellington. It was lovingly meant and no Dukes were harmed during the writing of this fic.

Chapter 3 of Stories from Tumblr

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Summer in Weymouth

“Devil take the fellow!” Colquhoun Grant said aloud, glaring at the letter on the table in front of him.

He did not like to refuse his mother any thing she asked, but the last thing he wanted to do with his precious leave was play nursemaid to Mrs Erquistoune’s milksop of a nephew. A spoilt brat, that much was clear, and an Englishman into the bargain. He wondered briefly whether it would be worth pretending he had not received the letter, but his mother would be bound to find him out. It was a saying in Forres that you couldn’t keep any thing from “Mrs Pro”, and he had reason enough to know the truth of that. He wished his mother less sharp-eyed, or less interferingly charitable, or both. With all the delights that Weymouth had to offer, it was deucedly hard to be burdened with this wretched Strange, only because the man’s aunt had been at school with Grant’s mother.

Title: Summer in Weymouth

Author: fengirl88

Characters: Colquhoun Grant & Jonathan Strange

Prompt: When Strange and Grant met for the first time in the book they had that conversation about Weymouth over cold chicken and claret. Grant preferred it to Brighton while Strange hated it because when he was there he liked some girl who abandoned him for a guy with an estate in Jamaica and a glass eye.

SO. what if at the time when still young Jonathan Strange was pining in Weymouth he met Grant there and all kinds of debauchery ensued?? with Grant trying to help Strange get his mind off that girl, a lot of drinking, stupid dares, gambling, waking up in ditches and haystacks and under tables in their rooms and just naked in bed with each other. basically party animals Grant and Strange drinking and having sex and wasting their youth… could be a very explicit version of a Brideshead Revisited kind of summer, when you live, love and want to stay in that moment forever but life moves on… would be also cool to see any insight on how it changes things when they meet later on Peninsula.

Summary: Follows the prompt.

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At the Limits

“Are you quite sure this is what you want?”

“I should not ask for it otherwise. For God’s sake, man, get on with it!”

“Should I not at least –”

“No. I said, as you are. Just as you are. If you will not, then say so outright and I will find some one else.”

Title: At the Limits

Author: fengirl88

Characters: Colquhoun Grant/Jonathan Strange

Summary: Traumatized by his experiences with the dead Neapolitans, Strange turns to Major Grant for help.

Author’s Notes: Written for the Hit the Wall challenge at fan_flashworks.

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