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antisoppist posted a Harriet/Bunter fic. There are ensuing strands of discussion in the comments carrying various quotients of illuminating, thought-provoking, and scarring-for-life potential. Which has led, of course, to this.
Title: Much More Original
Wordcount: ~ 200
Warnings: Waxplay and dubcon. I fancy that's NWS in most contexts.
Pairing: Bunter/James (the servant who "blew the gaff" about Bunter's speech before the wedding)
Notes: Title courtesy of Harriet's "Much more original than all the powders of the merchant. And I expect that Bunter will be able to get it off you" in reference to Peter's encounter with paraffin during their honeymoon. (And again I ask, why is there not already more waxplay fic in the Wimseyverse?)
Much More Original
"Ah, James!" said Bunter, in a tone that boded James no good. - DLS
James had known he was doomed the instant Mr. Bunter set foot below-stairs at the Dower House. He had not known that being doomed could be so enjoyable. Nothing in his life of service had prepared him for the full demonstration of Mr. Bunter's powers.
Being gagged with a napkin was not a surprise, considering the indiscretion of speech that had incurred the valet's wrath to begin with.
Being stripped and strapped to the man's bed was a shock, but only in the realization that it had happened -- as with so many other happenings in the household, things had a way of whirling one up and about and around before one had fully grasped that one was in the middle of surviving a head-on collision with a cyclone.
Being a human parchment for Mr. Bunter's meditations in wax, sketched across his skin with a cast-away china-painting brush -- James would assess the damage done to himself much, much later. For now, writhing within and underneath Mr. Bunter's gaze, he could spare no thought to anything except the secrets searing his skin: the words as ephemeral as candlelight, their residue as implacable as a seal upon the heart.
antisoppist posted a Harriet/Bunter fic. There are ensuing strands of discussion in the comments carrying various quotients of illuminating, thought-provoking, and scarring-for-life potential. Which has led, of course, to this.Title: Much More Original
Wordcount: ~ 200
Warnings: Waxplay and dubcon. I fancy that's NWS in most contexts.
Pairing: Bunter/James (the servant who "blew the gaff" about Bunter's speech before the wedding)
Notes: Title courtesy of Harriet's "Much more original than all the powders of the merchant. And I expect that Bunter will be able to get it off you" in reference to Peter's encounter with paraffin during their honeymoon. (And again I ask, why is there not already more waxplay fic in the Wimseyverse?)
Much More Original
James had known he was doomed the instant Mr. Bunter set foot below-stairs at the Dower House. He had not known that being doomed could be so enjoyable. Nothing in his life of service had prepared him for the full demonstration of Mr. Bunter's powers.
Being gagged with a napkin was not a surprise, considering the indiscretion of speech that had incurred the valet's wrath to begin with.
Being stripped and strapped to the man's bed was a shock, but only in the realization that it had happened -- as with so many other happenings in the household, things had a way of whirling one up and about and around before one had fully grasped that one was in the middle of surviving a head-on collision with a cyclone.
Being a human parchment for Mr. Bunter's meditations in wax, sketched across his skin with a cast-away china-painting brush -- James would assess the damage done to himself much, much later. For now, writhing within and underneath Mr. Bunter's gaze, he could spare no thought to anything except the secrets searing his skin: the words as ephemeral as candlelight, their residue as implacable as a seal upon the heart.
