(xposted: Yuletide reveals)
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I'd forgotten to put these up here! Anyway, here goes.
My giftfic was by
angevin2, who is the immortal god-queen of Anne of Bohemia stuff! ("like brambles to the cedars", Thomas Of Woodstock, Anne-centric fabulousness, rated G. Go read it if you like Anne, if you've read ToW, even if you haven't.)
To the surprise of absolutely no one, the fics I wrote this Yuletide were as follows:
Paterfamilias, a Stoker fic for eak_a_mouse, centering on Richard Stoker and his relationship to his family. Rated T, gen.
As for treatfics:
Surpassingly, a Classical Greece/Rome RPF fic for digitalis. The prompter requested a dark/one-sided vision of Hadrian and Antinous' relationship, and hopefully I provided. (Additional warnings definitely apply on this one; please check the end-notes if you're concerned about triggers.) Rated M, hard to categorize on the pairing front, not especially shippy.
As Bad As We're Painted for omnishambles, a Henry IV fic centering on The Problem Of What The Fuck Happens To Poins. The non-literal specter of Piers Gaveston, heaps of bitterness, oblique references to oral sex, preemptive slow-fading. Rated T, slash.
Sparks Of Better Hope for Notkingyet, the Henry IV Falstaff/Hal/Poins sickfic I was stressing over for months. Gross threesomes and Hal with pneumonia. Rated T, slash.
Old/New for Angevin2, Richard II, aka, Sad Aumerle In Snow. Deals with RSC Aumerle's actions at the end of the play -- I ended up beta'ing another (altogether very different, and way better) fic with RSC influences for the same recipient so check that out! Mine's rated T, gen with talk of canon queer pairings.
The One Moving Into Battle for lferion, a fic based on Caspar David Friedrich's painting Two Men Contemplating The Moon. Rated G, not otherwise categorized.
The Horsewoman's Tale for sevenofspade; a Demon Knights fic about the Horsewoman and Shining Knight putting up with some rather familiar pilgrims on a quest to recover stolen relics. Gen, rated T.
Exeunt for the_alchemist; an Edward II fic from Lightborn's POV that seems to have successfully given people the willies. It's about ass-pokering, so, yeah. Gen, I suppose, and not rated.
[There is really no quote from this I can pull out that gets at the gist of it better than any other, and it's under 300 words, so.]
Fresh Glories From The Heavens for FoxtrotAlpha, Gladiator fic, Commodus/Maximus. The recip prompted "why the fuck doesn't he just buy Maximus when he starts causing a problem?" and... welp. Rated M, slash and het (which encompasses canon levels of Commodus/Lucilla, so be forewarned.)
The Mad Heat And The Relentless Rains, for Bakheia; a 1492: Conquest Of Paradise fic. Power struggles, sexual obsession, and nightmares. Slash, rated M.
All in all I had an amazing year this year, I had a ton of fun in #yuletide chat and I was super busy!
My giftfic was by
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To the surprise of absolutely no one, the fics I wrote this Yuletide were as follows:
Paterfamilias, a Stoker fic for eak_a_mouse, centering on Richard Stoker and his relationship to his family. Rated T, gen.
He fears what they may have in common, all of the men of the Stoker family line; this sort of ancestral hangover is not uncommon among men of a particular age, from all he's ever heard, but between these names and faces carries especial bitterness. Richard hunts for similarities and is remorseful when he finds them.
As for treatfics:
Surpassingly, a Classical Greece/Rome RPF fic for digitalis. The prompter requested a dark/one-sided vision of Hadrian and Antinous' relationship, and hopefully I provided. (Additional warnings definitely apply on this one; please check the end-notes if you're concerned about triggers.) Rated M, hard to categorize on the pairing front, not especially shippy.
The Egyptians have long been known for their love of beautiful mirrors and beautiful glasswork; after dinner he sits before the polished disc of his own reflection, and it's like peering through a window. What he sees is unavoidably warped by the metal's manufacture, but he recognizes his own mouth and his own long hair and his own cheeks, though not his eyes.
As Bad As We're Painted for omnishambles, a Henry IV fic centering on The Problem Of What The Fuck Happens To Poins. The non-literal specter of Piers Gaveston, heaps of bitterness, oblique references to oral sex, preemptive slow-fading. Rated T, slash.
There's never been any future in delights like theirs. Poins knows this, that he's chasing after something he can never catch and Hal's time is running out like sand through a glass -- he has no illusions about this. He doubts he ever even wanted to keep this up forever, the carousing at least, for fear of finding some twoscore years in the future that he's become Jack Falstaff writ small, hateful and degraded and still sick in love with a boy who no longer exists.
Sparks Of Better Hope for Notkingyet, the Henry IV Falstaff/Hal/Poins sickfic I was stressing over for months. Gross threesomes and Hal with pneumonia. Rated T, slash.
In the dark they are in tight proximity indeed, with all the accompanying textures and stale-sweat odors, but until quite recently it had been the only agreeable compromise, and if it facilitates familiarity, so be it. Now Hal shivers in the dark amid a jumble of hairy legs and stale breath and loosely clasping hands.
Old/New for Angevin2, Richard II, aka, Sad Aumerle In Snow. Deals with RSC Aumerle's actions at the end of the play -- I ended up beta'ing another (altogether very different, and way better) fic with RSC influences for the same recipient so check that out! Mine's rated T, gen with talk of canon queer pairings.
Enough of the father had drowned all other influences in Aumerle, or at least that seemed to be the hope with forcing them into proximity like this. He had come to look quite a bit like him, had encouraged the resemblance as the youthful brightness had begun to flee his own face; care has turned his father's beard white and lined his face indelibly deep. Sorrow has reddened and ringed Aumerle's eyes; his own beard is still trimmed in the courtly fashion and he's been too wound up in himself to notice the first shock of gray in his own hair.
The One Moving Into Battle for lferion, a fic based on Caspar David Friedrich's painting Two Men Contemplating The Moon. Rated G, not otherwise categorized.
On nights like these, the woods ought to be thick with malign spirits; they pull travelers astray and turn their bodies around from where the well-worn path would lead them until they are lost beyond recovery. Insects sing, and there is the occasional choked cry of an unidentified creature that is most unhappy with their trespass.
The Horsewoman's Tale for sevenofspade; a Demon Knights fic about the Horsewoman and Shining Knight putting up with some rather familiar pilgrims on a quest to recover stolen relics. Gen, rated T.
"Vows have their uses," he says simply, combing his hair out with his fingers and tying it up again.
"You seldom see poor people on these little outings, have you noticed? Country people. They keep well to themselves instead of mucking about with vows and badges and shrines. Getting there is like traveling with sheep, except sheep have a better idea of where they're going."
Exeunt for the_alchemist; an Edward II fic from Lightborn's POV that seems to have successfully given people the willies. It's about ass-pokering, so, yeah. Gen, I suppose, and not rated.
[There is really no quote from this I can pull out that gets at the gist of it better than any other, and it's under 300 words, so.]
Fresh Glories From The Heavens for FoxtrotAlpha, Gladiator fic, Commodus/Maximus. The recip prompted "why the fuck doesn't he just buy Maximus when he starts causing a problem?" and... welp. Rated M, slash and het (which encompasses canon levels of Commodus/Lucilla, so be forewarned.)
"Would you care to know the price named for you? For Maximus the Spaniard -- or is it Maximus the Merciful now? I could have purchased two dozen of your fellows for it, for that sort of sum your father-in-law would have turned his own daughter out and thrown in the boy for free. Yet your manager was so reluctant to part with you; why is this? He must have known he couldn't deny me. It would have been terribly impolite, not to mention impolitic. Would you care to know your price? The going rate for a crowd favorite in the bloom of health?"
The Mad Heat And The Relentless Rains, for Bakheia; a 1492: Conquest Of Paradise fic. Power struggles, sexual obsession, and nightmares. Slash, rated M.
To whose command would Moxica submit? His king's? The queen's? (The queen brilliant in gold, robed like the sun -- Columbus understands why a man might worship her, having seen her that way, having seen the hair's-breadth hardness of the lines around her eyes.) The Pope in Rome could not quell his offensive pride. A man like Moxica does not submit to the king, nor the Pope, nor to God, but least of all to a man he does not even consider his fellow.
All in all I had an amazing year this year, I had a ton of fun in #yuletide chat and I was super busy!