Writing challange

[narcasse]

Since I’ve reached 100 Trinity Blood fics at Sunsets, it’s Nuit Blanche, I’m meant to be writing pr0n and we’re into the countdown to International Narsus Month: drabble/ficlet/maybe even something longer requests are open. Prompts such as fandom, character, prop or location are welcome or name a genre, a point in the canonical storyline etc. Crossovers are fine too: I’ll see what I can do with them.

Fandoms I can probably write in at the current time being: Meine Liebe, Trinity Blood, The Matrix, Sherlock Holmes, Yugioh AU, Sunshine, Batman, The Hellbound Heart, Stargate, XXXholic, Greek myth, Saiyuki. There may be more that I’m missing from that list too so try me.

Not limited to one request per player since I’m in the mood to be writing.

Comments

Re: Trinity Blood - Kate/Leon; lust, pride or envy

[levy.livejournal.com]

All of which hints at there being more to the story really.

..and I surely won't complain about being informed of other details if you'd ever feel like that .. :3

(anyway, that's the exact thing about Leon I fancy it would give Kate quite some hots for him: his 'pride in himself without artifice' :) )

Re: Trinity Blood - Kate/Leon; lust, pride or envy

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

William pushed the envelope across the café table silently, his expression unreadable.
Isaak leaned forwards resting his elbows on the table and propping his chin on his hands. He made no move to pick up the envelope and never even gave any indication of having noticed it at all much to William’s annoyance.
“Are you going to tell me that those esoteric powers of yours are so advanced that you don’t even have to look?”
Isaak’s laughter started William enough so that he found that he suddenly couldn’t quite manage to light his pipe. “I don’t see what’s so funny.”
A death’s head grin greeted his statement.
“I just… want a job done. Nothing more than that. I don’t see what’s so amusing about it.”
“Oh, ‘amusing’ would be an understatement.”
“Would it really.” He’d lit his pipe now and the tobacco seemed to calm him.
Isaak leaned back in his chair, casting a surreptitious glance about them.
William frowned at that. “Look, I just want this done. If you’re worried about payment-“
“Wouldn’t you rather handle this..” Issak tapped the envelope with a finger. “…yourself?”
“And how pray tell am I going to do that?”
Isaak leaned forwards again, conspiratorially. “We could provide you with certain… resources.”
“Go on.”
“My… organisation is quite adept at handling this sort of situation as you well know.”
“And you’d be prepared to lend me your resources? I didn’t think your people did that.”
“We don’t.”
William’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t give voice to the suspicion that was growing in his mind.
Isaak chuckled self-depreciatingly. “Yes. I’m asking you to join us.”
“Why?”
Isaak seemed nonplussed by the question. “Why ask or why now?”
“Both.”
“Ah, well, you’re very well placed to help further our purpose and you’ve never thought of approaching us before which would indicate-“
“I can still tell when you’re lying to me.”
Isaak sighed. “I haven’t had sex since Londinium.”
“What? Really? But what about that von Lohengrin boy?”
“Dietrich likes girls.”
William drew on his pipe thoughtfully for a moment before admitting: “So does Caterina.”
“Ah.”
“And to be honest she’s a little old for me these days.” He looked downcast for an instant before his expression cleared. “But I’m sure we can find you a short enough skirt.”
“And over the knee socks.”
“What is it with you and those socks?”
Isaak crossed his legs primly. “You’d better find me a pair, professor, or I’m going straight home after class.”

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Sadly I couldn’t quite keep up the serious plotline, mostly because the thought process in my mind always results in William + Isaak = clandestine liaison (generally involving an anonymous hotel room).

[levy.livejournal.com]

for some reason, the notification failed to reach me for this, sorry if I'm late

I must admit that, even though I'd never want it to happen for real, your whole 'William joining the order' that reasurfaces from time to time in many of your writings is always a fascinating perspective on his character. His bond to Isaak, his moral relativism and bordeline legality.. it takes just a little slip to fall in that direction and that's intriguing.

your commentary inspired me another request for this meme, if you want to...

- William/a random male student of his: sad in bed


I apologize about my english, it's terribly dumb this morning and I don't really know why... :/

William/a random male student of his: sad in bed

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

You’ll have to excuse that this too such a long time for me to write.

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“Look, Professor, I-“
“It’s not alright.” But William didn’t roll back over to face his companion.
“It happens to everyone.”
“I bet it’s never happened to you.” Snapped peevishly.
“Well, no but-“
“Well then.”
“Look, I hear it’s quite normal with older guys.”
“Who are you calling old?!”
“Older, sir, I said older not old.”
This time William did at least lift his head from the pillow to glare at his companion.
“You’re about the same age as my dad.”
“Oh God…” He let his head fall back against the pillow and threw an arm up over his face.

The next week of course the university authorities got hold of the news and once again Professor Wordsworth was called into a very discreet little disciplinary meeting. By that point in his career at La Sapienza he’d been to a good few dozen of them. Every few weeks they found something else, some other rumour or accusation to throw at him. This week it was that he’d bedded three of the finest sons of Rome, four weeks ago he’d been accused of ruining novices who came to him for private Vatican classes, nine weeks before that it had been for being disorderly in a brothel, twelve weeks before it had been the accusation of his frequenting Methuselah prostitutes who were men dressed as women or women dressed as men. Not that anybody ever proved anything: it was just that rumours were persistent and that he never quite had a solid alibi. Even the last time he’d had the head librarian vouch for him it had come to light that she’d not been at her post at the time and had been engaged in a dalliance in her office with her lover. The novices when questioned wouldn’t speak an ill word of him which should have set him beyond reproach as they were soon to be fully ordained women of the cloth but they’d also quite blatantly flirted with him with a curious familiarity after their questioning so that put their testimony into disrepute. The Madam from the suburban brothel had held so many Vatican secrets that it wasn’t safe to question her and of the two Methuselah prostitutes they actually found one turned out to be the son of a very prominent Sicilian family and the other was a registered Vatican spy.

“These rumours are worrying.”
He’d sucked on the tip of his pipe. “I have no idea where they’re coming from.”
Caterina’s gaze was sharp.
“I…”
She’d clenched her fists, eyes dropping to the table. “This is despicable!”
“Caterina?”
“This can’t be my brother’s doing. Even he wouldn’t sink so low in an attempt to discredit me.”
It was of course an out. “Perhaps not your brother.”
Her mind immediately leapt to the possibility. “The Orden.”
“It would make a certain sort of sense.” He nodded sagely, all the while wondering if he could use that very same line of argument to one day persuade Isaak to sleep with him.

[levy.livejournal.com]

...I still can't understand why seing Willliam, a character I love so much, involved in this by no means honorable duties gives me such amusement. I really like the sinister air you are able to give him without altering his character too far. And don't worry about the wait, it's all good and nice =)

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

I wonder if part of it is the fact that while he gets himself into trouble he also manages to get out of it too? He’s scandalous but within reason, daring without getting caught out, charming but without being entirely ‘good’.