Dear Yuletide Santa

[winter]

Dear Yuletide writer,


I am not picky with my fiction - I enjoy a variety of styles. I prefer no mpreg, outright pornography, humiliation or incest, but apart from that, my tastes vary wildly.

Regarding the particular requests, with Elisabeth you can assume I've seen just about any version (except Swedish, Finnish and Thun). This journal is full of my thoughts about the musical, which may be of assistance. Feel free to mix casts if it suits your fancy - a meeting between Maki Ichiro's Elisabeth and Máté Kamarás's Death would be highly interesting, if only to see how long it would take her to make him whimper ;)

Tanz der Vamipire is a likewise well-described fandom. For my request, father-son moments would be ideal. About the only requests I'd have here is no incest, no slapstick, and - if possible - no Thomas Borchert, Tim Reichwein and/or Haldor Laegreid, since I don't care for their performances at all in the father-son context. For Krolock, my favourites are Steve Barton, Łukasz Dziedzic, Yuichirou Yamaguchi, Géza Egyházi, Sándor Nagy, and Jack Rebaldi. For Herbert, how about Máté Kamarás, Sascha Krebs, Thomas Müller, Jakub Wocial, Yoshino Keigo or Dávid Pirgel? And a bonus would be to feature the vampire character played by the Herbert understudy, usually shoved into the second knight's costume :)

I've only read Sarah Waters' Night Watch recently, but I love the gender-play for Kay's character. She's as chivalrous as possible, hung somewhere between female emotions and male behaviour patterns. She reminds me of a Takarazuka actress, an otokoyaku who perfects playing the romantic male lead, swaggering and honourable. I'd like to see her happy in that role. Pairings optional, but I'd rather not have her revisiting too much history ;) Perhaps send her to travel?

Lord John Grey - I adore John and Stephan together, from "A Private Matter" on. Feel free to set it whenever, though if you can fit Gustav in, I'll adore you forever. Perhaps in "Brotherhood of the Blade", while John is recovering? Pre-slash is fine, elegant slash may be even better. I'll squee either way.

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[tokugawa.livejournal.com]

a meeting between Maki Ichiro's Elisabeth and Máté Kamarás's Death would be highly interesting

Ohh interesting choices now only if there will be a Suzukaze Mayo's Elisabeth meets Szabó P. Szilveszter's Death. Now that's wishful thinking on my part, ;)

Close as brothers, Part 1

[(Anonymous)]

Dear bwinter, scanning through the Yuletide Treats, I came across your Lord John request.
I’m not a Yuletide participant, but I adore those books to pieces and Lord John and Stephan von Namtzen (especially together) never fail to make me squee.
So I just had to write your request.
I have never written a Lord John-fanfic before, and I have never written an English fanfiction of more than 100 words.
So let’s see what I’ll come up with, you’ve already made me happy with even requesting a fic like this.
Please excuse it if I messed up the timeline a bit, the books all are at my flat and I'm at my parents' for Christmas.

And just before you ask, no, you don’t know me, I don’t know you, though I’ve seen your name in the [Bad username or site: ”foreignmusicals” @ livejournal.com]- and the [Bad username or site: ”musical_sharing” @ livejournal.com]-community As the yuletide-rules request, I’ll stay anonymous until January 1st – I can tell you my name after, but as I said, it won’t mean anything to you *g*

Merry Christmas!

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Close as brothers
Lord John Series | Lord John Grey/Stefan von Namtzen | mild slash | PG-13 | for [Bad username or site: ”bwinter” @ livejournal.com]

Nights spent in agonising insomnia, days covered in soft grey mist.
People said it was because of the pain, because of the personal defeat is meant for a soldier having to leave a battlefield before the war was won.
Sure, his arm throbbed, his chest ached with every intake of breath, but the truth was, Lord John Grey had just ceased to care.
He didn’t care about people, soldiers, friends paying their visits, coming and going, talking to him with insecurity in their eyes. He didn’t care about his family never leaving him alone for too long, as if they feared he’d harm himself if given time to think.
His brain had stopped functioning, he sometimes thought, but he didn’t even care about that any more.
There was nothing but the mist, and it dulled the pain, the thoughts and especially the memories occasionally flickering across his mind, and everything else.

As he heard barking in the hall downstairs while he lay in his bed one day, staring at the ceiling, he briefly wondered since when his mother allowed dogs in the house, but the wondering soon faded to unimportance. He heard voices, too, and heavy steps nearing. So there was another senseless visit to come. He sighted, closing his eyes, pretending to sleep.
The door flung open with a bang and a full, deep voice filled the room:
“Wouldn’t it be enough if one of us tried to get rid of himself?”
Grey’s eyes snapped open.

Stephan von Namtzen was standing in the doorway, almost filling it with his massive form, his black travel coat dripping with rain. Gustav, the dachshund, strolled around his feet, his nose pressed to the floor as if he was searching for hidden badgers in the carpet.
“Stephan”, Grey said, his voice without emotions, the name could have been a greeting as well as an accusation. Von Namtzen stepped nearer, eying him from head to toe.
“You’re looking thin.”
“I haven’t been in the mood for banquets lately”, Grey snapped, instantly regretting his words. But he said nothing to take them back. The sooner von Namtzen left, letting him succumb to mist and indifference again, the better. But the Hanoverian seemed to have no intention to do so.
He threw off his coat and sat down on the bed, taking Greys uninjured hand with his left one, pressing it gently. “You’ve scared me, my friend.”
And that was why he had come here? All the way from Prussia? “How did you hear…?”
“Your brother wrote. He fortunately remembered our acquaintance and obviously thought it would be interesting for me to hear that you’ve nearly got yourself killed in battle.”
Hal. Grey again wondered how much his brother knew or suspected, but quickly lost track of this thought, too, it wasn’t important anymore. So he merely nodded, then looked past von Namtzen and out of the window. He hadn’t realised it was raining before.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m alive”, he replied with a sight. Living. Though it really didn’t feel like it."