geeking out on shakespeare's histories

speak_me_fair and I have a new year's gift -- since that is TOTALLY HOW THEY DID IT BACK THEN -- for histories!fandom, in the form of our first ACTUAL FIC COLLABORATION. Hope you enjoy!

Title: Fugue, Chorale
Author: speak_me_fair and angevin2
Characters/Pairing: Richard/Aumerle
Rating: R
Word Count: 2745
Warnings: Fairly explicit sex, extremely explicit angst, bad poetry, puns, hunting references, unhealthy uses of ink, hypothetical references to sex with John Gower
Notes: Edward of York wrote The Master of Game, the oldest extant English hunting manual, at least partly while in prison on suspicion of treason (he was, obviously, not convicted). It is in large part a translation of Gaston de Foix's Livre de chasse, as Edward himself points out in the story, although there are additions and subtractions to make the work suitable for an English audience. All quotations from the text come from the well-known 1904 edition with an introduction by Theodore Roosevelt, who refers to the text's two authors as "mighty men with their hands." (Fnarr.) There is no evidence that Edward was working on this project as early as 1396-97 (which is when we are assuming this fic takes place), but he could have been, as the original was completed ten years previously.

( Edward looked down at his hands and beneath them he saw not only -- papers-- ink-- words -- )

Title: Pessimi Poetae
Author: speak_me_fair
Play: Richard II
Recipient: likeadeuce
Characters: Harry Percy, Aumerle, Chaucer, Richard II, mention of Kate Mortimer.
Warnings: Bad Latin, worse poets, crack, drunkenness, non-explicit slash, mention of canon death.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Catullus is a tit. Harry Percy is a worse one.

( Pessimi Poetae )

Title: The Base-String Of Humility
Author: speak_me_fair
Recipient: fuunsaiki
Play: Richard II/Henry IV, Part I.
Character(s): Hal, Poins, Henry IV, Hotspur, York.
Pairings: Hal/Poins
Rating/Warnings: Rated below an R, even with the slash. Set between Richard II and Henry IV part 1.
Summary: Hal's playing the game well, but he knows he's getting in over his head in more than one way…

( Hal sometimes thought that the one thing which could be said for having apartments of his own was that when, as occasionally and inevitably happened, he got a missive - a missile, a missive, it's the same thing, touches me where it hurts the most and leaves no mark because it makes no outward wound - from his father, he could have a fit of petulant, childish, uncontrollable temper involving every vaguely moveable object in the room, and there would be no-one who was brave or unwise enough to dare even to remark on it. )

Title: Perception Of Excellence
Author: speak_me_fair
Play: Henry IV, Part I
Recipient: gileonnen
Character: Hotspur (Henry Percy)
Warnings: None
Rating: PG-13 or equivalent
Notes: Character driven ficlet, approx. 1700 words.
Summary: Hotspur sees the centre of the perfect round....

( The first time he fell in love, it was with war. )