I received not one, but two stories.
Both Moulin Rouge stories from the same totally awesome author.
Both such things after my own heart as to be ridiculous in their awesomeness. I was perhaps squealing in embarrassment at how well they nailed my desires.
First we have Goat Song in which a dying Satine flees with CHristian to the home of an old patron. This is the author's imagining of the matter of Count von Groovy, who was a character in the early drafts of Moulin Rouge wherein Satine and Christian escape from Zidler and the Duke and take up with bisexual nobility. Seriously, not making up the CvG part. Anyway, I CAN'T BELIEVE SOMEONE WROTE ME THIS THING. It is lovely, and sweet, and I feel near sure I must know you because of course the Count has a photography studio. Oh my god, this was ridiculously pleasing to me. And it makes me feel like I'm going to go to hell, kinda a lot, and like I want even more fic based on it. And and and! Was very surprised for half a second when the count wanted to be under the whip, but then, then, I was like, "No, that's really fucking perfect." Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!
Then, I also got One Parisian Night (in One Thousand) which is the story of Arabia and the stories she tells to ply her trade and the manner in which she has assembled them out of everyone else's bullshit presumptions about her background. It is also made of AWESOME. It addresses the period without being needlessly cruel. And, like the first story, is very smart about the nature of sex-work customers.
Best. Yuletide. Ever.
Both Moulin Rouge stories from the same totally awesome author.
Both such things after my own heart as to be ridiculous in their awesomeness. I was perhaps squealing in embarrassment at how well they nailed my desires.
First we have Goat Song in which a dying Satine flees with CHristian to the home of an old patron. This is the author's imagining of the matter of Count von Groovy, who was a character in the early drafts of Moulin Rouge wherein Satine and Christian escape from Zidler and the Duke and take up with bisexual nobility. Seriously, not making up the CvG part. Anyway, I CAN'T BELIEVE SOMEONE WROTE ME THIS THING. It is lovely, and sweet, and I feel near sure I must know you because of course the Count has a photography studio. Oh my god, this was ridiculously pleasing to me. And it makes me feel like I'm going to go to hell, kinda a lot, and like I want even more fic based on it. And and and! Was very surprised for half a second when the count wanted to be under the whip, but then, then, I was like, "No, that's really fucking perfect." Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!
Then, I also got One Parisian Night (in One Thousand) which is the story of Arabia and the stories she tells to ply her trade and the manner in which she has assembled them out of everyone else's bullshit presumptions about her background. It is also made of AWESOME. It addresses the period without being needlessly cruel. And, like the first story, is very smart about the nature of sex-work customers.
Best. Yuletide. Ever.