colquhoun grant

Sound

Outside it rained ferociously. Grant could hear it thrashing against the sides of the tent and the snap of the canvas in the wind. He hoped with some fervour that in the unfortunate event that any body passed by, this would be loud enough to drown out any thing else.
It was too late now, anyhow; he would not stop; probably he could not stop if he tried. With absolute focus, Grant pushed his hips forward a final inch, burying himself entirely in Strange’s body. The sensation was excruciatingly pleasurable. He felt hot all over from the effort of restraint, from the slow, torturous push of his prick into Strange, the slick tightness of his body opening up for him. There was sweat on his brow and his arms trembled a little where he held himself up on the rickety camp bed. He parted his lips, wanting to say something, but all that came out was a tense, quiet gasp.

Title: Sound

Author: equestrianstatue

Characters: Colquhoun Grant/Jonathan Strange

Prompt: I was browsing a recent prompt about Strange/Childermass and someone in the comments brought up the notion of Strange not being able to shut up during sex, which I immediately realized IS SOMETHING I NEED.

Summary: Grant is irritated by Strange’s inability to keep quiet during sex.

Archivist’s Note: Originally posted here under its working title of “Strange can’t shut up during sex”.

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El Bueno Granto

Fiction

El Bueno Granto.
That’s what they call him and when he’s like this, it’s easy to see why. He’s stretched out asleep, pleasingly naked, with the morning sun warming the bare skin of his back. His hair shines gold in the light.
Wellington runs a possessive hand over the curve of Grant’s strong shoulders, down the length of his spine and lower, over the curve of his arse. Last night that skin had been decorated with marks, the prints of hands and the stripes from a riding crop. This morning the redness has faded, leavings only shadows that hint at the beginning of bruises here and there.

Title: El Bueno Granto

Author: Anonymous

Summary: A fill for the prompt “Major Grant has a particularly excellent backside that is, I believe, begging for a good spanking. I can’t decide who I would prefer to do such a thing so…. five times Grant had his arse spanked and one time he did the spanking?”

Part 1: Colquhoun Grant/Arthur Wellesley and Colquhoun Grant/William De Lancey

Part 2: William De Lancey/Colquhoun Grant/Arthur Wellesley & Jonathan Strange

Part 3: Colquhoun Grant/Jonathan Strange

Part 4: Colquhoun Grant/Jonathan Strange/Arabella Strange

Part 5: William De Lancey/Colquhoun Grant/Arabella Strange/Jonathan Strange/Arthur Wellesley

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Blood and Milk

Fiction

Grant enters the mess tent in the early evening to find his fellow officers in high spirits. Someone has returned from Lisbon with a dozen bottles of good champagne, and it is being swigged by the mug as if it was beer. The air is thick with tobacco smoke, and MacPherson is playing a jig on a fiddle.
He joins De Lancey and Fitzroy Somerset, and De Lancey passes him a bottle, slaps him on the back, and tells him to get it down his neck.
A short while later, Jonathan Strange arrives, dishevelled and travel-weary, his bag over one shoulder, and his basin on his back. He fills his plate from the communal pot, and carries it to the next table, and Grant pays him no further heed until a sharp exclamation, accompanied by the clatter of a spoon being dropped onto a tin plate, makes him glance towards its source. It is Strange. He is standing, with his hand clapped over his nose and mouth.

Title: Blood and Milk

Author: etave

Characters: Colquhoun Grant & Jonathan Strange

Summary: Fill for a prompt on the jsmn kinkmeme asking for a story in which Strange has a nosebleed in front of Major Grant.

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before the world was big

Gen

With the mill on fire behind him, only a little below the sunrise, Grant looks out at the men — hats doffed, bandages dirty. He is glad of the six cannon. He is glad that — God, and Strange-willing, the bridge will be moved soon, and the dead will be dead once more. Everything before him is golden in the light — soft, cool to the touch. He does not look back.

Title: before the world was big

Author: tigrrmilk

Characters: Jonathan Strange & Colquhoun Grant

Summary: They do not want to go to war. Who wants to go to war? But it is not their own country they fight for, and it is not their enemy they mount against, and it is not their decision to make.

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