geeking out on shakespeare's histories

Title: To pluck bright honor from the top of the world, Ma
Author: roz_mcclure
Recipient: gileonnen
Rating: 15 (for swears)
Pairings: Hotspur/Kate, kind of Hotspur/Douglas
Warnings: Guns and liquor
Summary: IF Hotspur were a police commander in the 1930s, AND also everyone in the story were genderswapped, THEN he might look like Katharine Hepburn, and anachronisms and tacked-on happy endings would probably abound.
Author's note: Shakespeare condensed characters from the history, and I've condensed characters from the Shakespeare! Another few rounds of this and Hotspur will be the only character in the entire story.

( It wasn't raining during the medal ceremony, for once, although the promise of it was heavy enough in the air to make Harriet's hair frizz under her blue cap. )

Title: I Shall Find Time
Author: gileonnen
Play: Richard II, Julius Caesar; would benefit from a knowledge of 1 Henry IV
Recipient: elviaprose
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Hotspur and Brutus; mentions of Hotspur/Kate and Brutus/Portia; much discussion of Cassius, Caesar, Bolingbroke (later Henry IV), and Richard II.
Warnings: Strong language, vague violence.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Two men consider the merits of civil war, political coups, and Manchester United. Spy AU.
Notes: Many thanks to lareinenoire, who was kind enough to beta-read this fic.

( They start taking lunch together sometime after the Woodstock Affair. )

Title: An awfully big adventure
Author: the_alchemist
Play: Richard III; not as canonical as it might be
Recipient: aris_tgd
Characters: Richard III; tiny Richard of York
Warnings: um... none? It's a bit bleak though.
Rating: PG?
Notes: I'm not sure this fulfills the brief as well as it could do. You asked for musing, but I'm all about plot, so I tried to fit musing into plot, and the musing might have got a bit edged out. I'm pretty sure there aren't 1000 words of it. Sorry. [In fact, there are 2297. -- ed.]
Summary: Richard III goes to the Tower to visit the younger of the two boys he imprisoned there...

( 'Who's there?' The boy huddled in the corner of the room, sitting on a pile of blankets, hugging a pillow: the bed was too big, too exposed to lie in. 'Who's there?' His candle ran out a long time ago, he couldn't tell how long. 'Who's there? Edward? Is that you?' )