FIC: Divine Grace (Blackwood/Coward)
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linndechirTitle: Divine Grace
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linndechir
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes 2009
Pairing: Blackwood/Coward
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1200
Summary: His lord never blindfolded him, unlike God he never withheld his glory from his servant’s admiring eyes.
Author’s note: I don’t even know how this happened. I just wanted to write some kinky knife play. It turned into Coward’s pseudo-religious explanation of why Lord Blackwood is more awesome than God. I will try to write a Blackward-fic without pseudo-religious allusions next time, I promise, but Coward always insists on them.
His lord never blindfolded him.
He liked to tie him up, hands bound to the bedposts, legs spread wide, exposed and vulnerable. He sometimes gagged him, or more often simply commanded him to be silent. But he never blindfolded him.
Nicholas wasn’t sure if it was because his lord preferred to see his eyes - and he knew that Blackwood did - or if it was a reward that he was always allowed to look at his lord when they were together. Not for the world would he want to miss this sight - Lord Blackwood in all his dark glory looming over him, without his jacket, but otherwise still fully and perfectly dressed, a shadow of a beard on the stern face, dark green eyes - those eyes that had haunted Nicholas‘ dreams for so long - hungrily staring down at him like a predator would stare at its prey.
Nobody else was allowed to witness his lord’s needs and wishes, just like nobody else would ever be allowed to see Nicholas like this, naked and wanton. The reasons were different, but the result was the same - unfaltering faithfulness on both sides. It made Nicholas shiver with joy to think that he alone was granted the honour of serving his lord in this most intimate way, that his lord had chosen him for his pleasure and no other.
A knife was resting in his lord’s hands, his ritual blade, bathed so often in both their blood as well as in their victims’. Blackwood was caressing the blade, touching it as if it were an instrument to be tuned before it could be played. Nicholas couldn’t tear his gaze away from these perfect hands, so slender and dainty they looked almost out of place on such a tall, imposing man - but after having felt them all over his body, after kissing and worshiping them for hours, he could not imagine them being any different.
His lord’s expression did not change when the blade was brought to Nicholas’ neck; the cold steel sent shudders through his entire body, and he turned his head to bare his throat further. The edge of the blade was pressing against his skin, but Lord Blackwood was so nimble with the knife that he never cut him, unless he meant to.
The blade moved, the tip caressing tender, overheated skin until it came to rest in the hollow of his throat. Nicholas’ heart was racing, but he smiled, for he was still able to look into his lord’s eyes.
Lord Blackwood was frowning, but he always was, the lines on his forehead were no indication of his mood. Nicholas trusted his lord, trusted him never to hurt him unless he deserved it, trusted him not only with his life, but with his immortal soul.
An uncontrolled gasp fled his lips when his lord’s other hand suddenly brushed his inner thigh, slowly moving up to his groin, barely touching the embarrassing evidence of his arousal - created by nothing but a blade at his throat and the knowledge that the blade was being held by Him.
Blackwood leant forward until his lips touched Coward’s ear, silently mouthing one word against the skin. Nicholas did not need to hear it to know what it was.
“Mine.”
Nicholas bucked up against the teasing hand, but the increasing pressure of the blade against his throat reminded him that he had not been allowed to move. His fingers grabbed the chains of his handcuffs more tightly, and he whimpered when the blade slid downwards, caressing his burning skin until it came to a halt on his chest.
His lord had withdrawn his hand and sat up again, eyes dark with lust. Nicholas could not suppress a smile - not even when the blade moved lower, when the sharp tip scratched his skin open for the first time, right between his ribs, above his heart. One well-placed thrust would be enough to end his life.
Still no fear, no desire to struggle or to beg. He had devoted his entire life to his lord, it belonged to Blackwood anyway. Nicholas’ life had been so empty, so meaningless, the average life of a spoilt, ambitious young noble, destined to be no different from his peers’, until his lord had led him out of blindness and mediocrity. Lord Blackwood had given him a life that was worth living, just like God had given life to mankind.
And like it was God’s right to take away what he had granted, it was Lord Blackwood’s right to end Nicholas’ life if he chose to. Nicholas would die gladly if only he knew that his death pleased and served his lord. If Lord Blackwood chose to thrust the knife into his heart, Nicholas would thank him with his last breath - because it would be an honour even to die at his lord’s hand … and in his bed.
Time seemed to stand still, even the thrumming of his blood in his ears was more like an indistinct noise than like a ticking clock, and Nicholas did not know if the blade stayed above his heart for seconds or hours.
The moment it was drawn back and put aside a smile spread over Lord Blackwood’s face, smoothed out the lines on his forehead, lit his eyes, and Nicholas felt as if his heart would burst with joy. His lord had never meant to frighten him, but merely to put his trust to the test - and Nicholas had not disappointed him.
The smile was gone as quickly as it had come, like a fleeting ray of sunlight on the bleakest autumn day. But the warmth remained, and Nicholas basked in the blinding light of his lord’s love.
Nimble fingers opened the handcuffs, a short nod indicated that he was allowed to move again. He sat up, rubbing his wrists, and was met by a gentle embrace, strong arms pulling him close, pressing him so tightly against his lord that Nicholas almost hoped he could somehow melt into him, become part of him, never to be separated from the sunlight again. Fingers ran through his hair, combing it gently, warm breath washed over his neck.
When Nicholas had still been a little boy who obediently said his prayers every night, he had come to believe that God did not love him, for He had never answered his pleas. He had never shown any interest in the praying, kneeling boy, He had never given anything in return for the devotion He was offered.
But when Nicholas had entrusted his life and his soul to Lord Blackwood, his devotion had been rewarded countless times. In his lord’s arms Nicholas found all the comfort, all the wisdom, all the joy he had never been able to feel when he had been kneeling in church.
His lord never blindfolded him, unlike God he never withheld his glory from his servant’s admiring eyes.
Nicholas had never understood what he had to do to earn God‘s love and forgiveness. But he knew that Lord Blackwood had chosen him to live by his side, and that was all the grace he ever needed.
Author:
linndechir Fandom: Sherlock Holmes 2009
Pairing: Blackwood/Coward
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1200
Summary: His lord never blindfolded him, unlike God he never withheld his glory from his servant’s admiring eyes.
Author’s note: I don’t even know how this happened. I just wanted to write some kinky knife play. It turned into Coward’s pseudo-religious explanation of why Lord Blackwood is more awesome than God. I will try to write a Blackward-fic without pseudo-religious allusions next time, I promise, but Coward always insists on them.
His lord never blindfolded him.
He liked to tie him up, hands bound to the bedposts, legs spread wide, exposed and vulnerable. He sometimes gagged him, or more often simply commanded him to be silent. But he never blindfolded him.
Nicholas wasn’t sure if it was because his lord preferred to see his eyes - and he knew that Blackwood did - or if it was a reward that he was always allowed to look at his lord when they were together. Not for the world would he want to miss this sight - Lord Blackwood in all his dark glory looming over him, without his jacket, but otherwise still fully and perfectly dressed, a shadow of a beard on the stern face, dark green eyes - those eyes that had haunted Nicholas‘ dreams for so long - hungrily staring down at him like a predator would stare at its prey.
Nobody else was allowed to witness his lord’s needs and wishes, just like nobody else would ever be allowed to see Nicholas like this, naked and wanton. The reasons were different, but the result was the same - unfaltering faithfulness on both sides. It made Nicholas shiver with joy to think that he alone was granted the honour of serving his lord in this most intimate way, that his lord had chosen him for his pleasure and no other.
A knife was resting in his lord’s hands, his ritual blade, bathed so often in both their blood as well as in their victims’. Blackwood was caressing the blade, touching it as if it were an instrument to be tuned before it could be played. Nicholas couldn’t tear his gaze away from these perfect hands, so slender and dainty they looked almost out of place on such a tall, imposing man - but after having felt them all over his body, after kissing and worshiping them for hours, he could not imagine them being any different.
His lord’s expression did not change when the blade was brought to Nicholas’ neck; the cold steel sent shudders through his entire body, and he turned his head to bare his throat further. The edge of the blade was pressing against his skin, but Lord Blackwood was so nimble with the knife that he never cut him, unless he meant to.
The blade moved, the tip caressing tender, overheated skin until it came to rest in the hollow of his throat. Nicholas’ heart was racing, but he smiled, for he was still able to look into his lord’s eyes.
Lord Blackwood was frowning, but he always was, the lines on his forehead were no indication of his mood. Nicholas trusted his lord, trusted him never to hurt him unless he deserved it, trusted him not only with his life, but with his immortal soul.
An uncontrolled gasp fled his lips when his lord’s other hand suddenly brushed his inner thigh, slowly moving up to his groin, barely touching the embarrassing evidence of his arousal - created by nothing but a blade at his throat and the knowledge that the blade was being held by Him.
Blackwood leant forward until his lips touched Coward’s ear, silently mouthing one word against the skin. Nicholas did not need to hear it to know what it was.
“Mine.”
Nicholas bucked up against the teasing hand, but the increasing pressure of the blade against his throat reminded him that he had not been allowed to move. His fingers grabbed the chains of his handcuffs more tightly, and he whimpered when the blade slid downwards, caressing his burning skin until it came to a halt on his chest.
His lord had withdrawn his hand and sat up again, eyes dark with lust. Nicholas could not suppress a smile - not even when the blade moved lower, when the sharp tip scratched his skin open for the first time, right between his ribs, above his heart. One well-placed thrust would be enough to end his life.
Still no fear, no desire to struggle or to beg. He had devoted his entire life to his lord, it belonged to Blackwood anyway. Nicholas’ life had been so empty, so meaningless, the average life of a spoilt, ambitious young noble, destined to be no different from his peers’, until his lord had led him out of blindness and mediocrity. Lord Blackwood had given him a life that was worth living, just like God had given life to mankind.
And like it was God’s right to take away what he had granted, it was Lord Blackwood’s right to end Nicholas’ life if he chose to. Nicholas would die gladly if only he knew that his death pleased and served his lord. If Lord Blackwood chose to thrust the knife into his heart, Nicholas would thank him with his last breath - because it would be an honour even to die at his lord’s hand … and in his bed.
Time seemed to stand still, even the thrumming of his blood in his ears was more like an indistinct noise than like a ticking clock, and Nicholas did not know if the blade stayed above his heart for seconds or hours.
The moment it was drawn back and put aside a smile spread over Lord Blackwood’s face, smoothed out the lines on his forehead, lit his eyes, and Nicholas felt as if his heart would burst with joy. His lord had never meant to frighten him, but merely to put his trust to the test - and Nicholas had not disappointed him.
The smile was gone as quickly as it had come, like a fleeting ray of sunlight on the bleakest autumn day. But the warmth remained, and Nicholas basked in the blinding light of his lord’s love.
Nimble fingers opened the handcuffs, a short nod indicated that he was allowed to move again. He sat up, rubbing his wrists, and was met by a gentle embrace, strong arms pulling him close, pressing him so tightly against his lord that Nicholas almost hoped he could somehow melt into him, become part of him, never to be separated from the sunlight again. Fingers ran through his hair, combing it gently, warm breath washed over his neck.
When Nicholas had still been a little boy who obediently said his prayers every night, he had come to believe that God did not love him, for He had never answered his pleas. He had never shown any interest in the praying, kneeling boy, He had never given anything in return for the devotion He was offered.
But when Nicholas had entrusted his life and his soul to Lord Blackwood, his devotion had been rewarded countless times. In his lord’s arms Nicholas found all the comfort, all the wisdom, all the joy he had never been able to feel when he had been kneeling in church.
His lord never blindfolded him, unlike God he never withheld his glory from his servant’s admiring eyes.
Nicholas had never understood what he had to do to earn God‘s love and forgiveness. But he knew that Lord Blackwood had chosen him to live by his side, and that was all the grace he ever needed.
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Date: 2010-02-24 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-24 08:23 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it! :D There will be more, hopefully soon. :)
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Date: 2010-02-24 07:16 pm (UTC)Sorry for not replying to your mail yet, I have an awful headache all the day, curiously it doesn't prevent me from coding, but I can't concentrate on anything relaxing like long emails... hopefully it will work out tomorrow!
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Date: 2010-02-24 08:22 pm (UTC)And exactly, why worship some weirdo God when you have a guy like Blackwood around? I'd rather worship him, too ... :D I'm glad my inspiration is back. The general frustration with my writing isn't gone, but my enthusiasm for the pairing makes me want to write about them anyway.
Sure, take your time. *hugs* And I like your icon. ^^
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Date: 2010-02-24 11:34 pm (UTC)(Also, I asked the British lady in my class, and she said I should use "where you'd got to" even though it sounds kind of funny. So I guess I'll be changing that at some point-- thanks for bringing that up, since I hate making mistakes in my writing. xD)
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Date: 2010-02-24 11:38 pm (UTC)(Yay, now I'm happy about being right. ;) Thanks for not minding my weird little obsessions. :D)
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Date: 2010-02-24 11:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-24 11:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-25 01:15 am (UTC)Congratulations. I now have a knife!kink.
I love how hot this fic was without becoming overly pornographic, and I just love the religious allusions (did I catch a Abraham-Isaac reference?)
And then this: If Lord Blackwood chose to thrust the knife into his heart, Nicholas would thank him with his last breath - because it would be an honour even to die at his lord’s hand … and in his bed. reminded me of Taking Back Sunday song, so double congrats to you. Not only did you write an awesome fic, you reminded me of an awesome song. &hearts
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Date: 2010-02-25 01:25 am (UTC)I have to admit that I wasn't thinking of it, but now that you say it it makes of course perfectly sense. (Ah, well, sooner or later father/son-dynamics had to creep into this pairing. ;)) I love when people discover things in my writing that I hadn't known were there. :)
I don't think I know that song. I suppose I should look it up and listen to it. ^^
Thank you so much for your wonderful comment! :D
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Date: 2010-02-25 01:44 am (UTC)Oh, and here's the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OjcNgPGgaK8
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Date: 2010-02-25 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-25 11:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-25 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-25 03:52 am (UTC)I wish I could leave you a more coherent comment, but you've melted my brain. Nnghh you are amazing.
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Date: 2010-02-25 04:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-25 07:44 am (UTC)First. HOT. This pairing is just meant for knife play and I love it.
Second, the tension is so palpable, I stopped breathing the entire part Blackwood had the knife still against Coward. Wow.
Third, I love your characterizations of them. Your Coward is exactly how I would write him and you flesh him out so well.
Fourth, I love the religious connotations. It just makes so much SENSE.
Beautifully written...GAH. I just really enjoyed it. :) ♥
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Date: 2010-02-25 08:50 pm (UTC)I couldn't resist the knife play - not since I saw Mark holding a knife in these gorgeous, slender hands of this ... I think I posted a picture in another comment somewhere here. ^^
I'm glad you liked my Coward. I'm okay with writing him, it's Blackwood I'm always worried about. I'm still not entirely sure what to make of him. I definitely see him as a man, with very real feelings for Coward, and not as a god-like psycho who has to look up "emotion" in a dictionary. But apart from that, he's really difficult to flesh out.
Somehow I just love religious metaphors, I don't even know why. I guess I should stop listening to church music while writing, it messes with my brain. I just agree with Coward so much - Blackwood is so much more awesome than God. ;)
Thank you again! *huggles* I'm happy you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2010-02-26 07:44 am (UTC)Haha, yeah, the one from Stardust? I saw that part in the movie and thought of you. XD
Also, THIIIIS. MMM.
I definitely see your point, I'm writing my Big Bang from Coward's point of view for a reason. I'm going to think over my characterization Blackwood more, he is still is just a vague outline in my head so far, but it's going to be difficult, I think. He's just such an enigma in the movie in so many ways.
*hugs!* Haha, I love how replying to the comments in my inbox, about half are from you. XD
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Date: 2010-02-26 01:43 pm (UTC)Yeesssss, that picture is made of win. Theyir hands are touching! And Coward's hand looks so very relaxed and trusting ... SQUEEEEEEE!!!
Yay Big Bang for these two! Yes, Blackwood is very complicated. He's a showman, he's intelligent and ambitious, of course he knows he uses scientific means for his plans ... but I wonder if some part of him doesn't maybe believe that something like the devil does exist, and while he may not give him any powers, he's still somewhere there in the background. I mean, people were very obsessed with occult stuff at that time, so it wouldn't be entirely absurd.
Same here, LOL. I'm so spamming here. :D
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Date: 2010-02-25 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-25 11:50 pm (UTC)(Btw, glad you're starting to like them ... because there will soon be another picspam, including Mark Strong in uniform with a whip in his hands ... yeah.)
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Date: 2010-02-26 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-02-26 12:21 am (UTC)Mark speaks German? He MUST play an SS officer. IMMEDIATELY.
We need to start compiling a list of actors we demand appear in SS uniforms ASAP...preferably with whips. ;-)
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Date: 2010-02-26 12:28 am (UTC)Picspam probably later tonight. Need to decide which of these several hundred screenshots I will post. ;D
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Date: 2010-02-26 12:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-27 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-27 03:32 pm (UTC)Thanks so much, I'm glad you liked this one. Seeing a picture of Mark with a knife in his hand (which I reposted in one of the comments in this entry) was just too much to resist. GUH! I have a knife kink ever since Inglourious Basterds. ;) Okay, actually I already had it before, but IB made it worse, and Mark ... I think Mark made ALL my kinks worse.
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Date: 2010-02-27 09:54 pm (UTC)I LOVE this sentiment! Did this idea come to you first and inspire you to write the fic around it? It's really sweet. The right kind of sweet too, very pleasing, not saccharine!
And the pseudo-religious of allusions just fit with this couple. I mean, I think so anyway.
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Date: 2010-02-28 01:31 am (UTC)Anyway, enough of my rambling. Thank you for your kind words, I'm very glad you liked this fic. :)
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Date: 2010-02-28 08:52 pm (UTC)It really comes through anyway. I love kink, but especially when there's all this other stuff swimming beneath as well. Capital H on the Him, lovely detail. <3
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Date: 2010-03-01 07:39 pm (UTC)I'm always very glad when people notice little details - people rarely comment on such things, and I always wonder if anyone notices them at all. ;) And of course Lord Blackwood deserves a capital H. :D
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Date: 2010-03-01 04:40 pm (UTC)This is meant in the best way.
AWW.
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