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.

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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’.