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sabinetzinTitle: Dominance
Summary: Integra can't catch a break.
Fandom: Hellsing
Word Count: 137
Rating/Warnings: Hard R for nekkidity and adult sichiations
Pairing: Heinkel/Integra
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quatre_vingts (dix-huit).
The hot water from the shower felt so good against Integra’s back. It felt like ages since she’d had a proper shower. Post-war renovations were finally finishing on headquarters, and her bathroom had been one of the last things on the list.
Suddenly, the door burst open. Before Integra could react, Sister Heinkel was upon her, shoving her up against the tile and handcuffing her wrists behind her back.
“Iscariot vill triumph,” Heinkel hissed into her ear. “Call for your precious vampire now, you Protestant whore.”As she spoke, she slid a hand around Integra’s body and down her stomach. She hissed an obsenity as Heinkel’s hand dipped lower.
“Do your worst,” Integra said, writhing against the cuffs. “Hellsing will never submit!”
There was a long pause.
“Unless Iscariot submits next time.”
“Ja, ja, I know. It’s on the schedule and everything.”
Title: The Game
Summary: Granny Weatherwax gets ready.
Fandom: Discworld
Word Count: 166
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: N/A
A/N: Fordreadnot, a repost. (Obviously) takes place after the series as it stands.
Granny Weatherwax wound the clock and sat down in her rocking chair. Before she even made herself comfortable, he was there.
“You’re early,” she said accusingly.
He checked the hourglass. THERE IS JUST TIME ENOUGH FOR THE GAME, he told her.
“I didn’t intend to play,” she responded, not looking at him. He looked hurt, as much as it is possible for a skull to look hurt.
BUT I BROUGHT THE CARDS AND EVERYTHING, he protested.
“Oh, alright,” Granny answered. “But I deal.”
They sat across from one another at the worn table. Granny dealt five cards to both of them.
FULL HOUSE, he said, his fingers clicking the cards down on the table.
“A shame. I’ve only got four ones,” she answered, with only the tiniest hint of a smile.
She stood up, put on her hat, lay down in bed, and hung a sign around her neck. After a few minutes, the important part of her got back up again, leaving her body there with nothing but the words:
I ATEN’T ALIVE.
Summary: Integra can't catch a break.
Fandom: Hellsing
Word Count: 137
Rating/Warnings: Hard R for nekkidity and adult sichiations
Pairing: Heinkel/Integra
A/N: For
quatre_vingts (dix-huit).The hot water from the shower felt so good against Integra’s back. It felt like ages since she’d had a proper shower. Post-war renovations were finally finishing on headquarters, and her bathroom had been one of the last things on the list.
Suddenly, the door burst open. Before Integra could react, Sister Heinkel was upon her, shoving her up against the tile and handcuffing her wrists behind her back.
“Iscariot vill triumph,” Heinkel hissed into her ear. “Call for your precious vampire now, you Protestant whore.”As she spoke, she slid a hand around Integra’s body and down her stomach. She hissed an obsenity as Heinkel’s hand dipped lower.
“Do your worst,” Integra said, writhing against the cuffs. “Hellsing will never submit!”
There was a long pause.
“Unless Iscariot submits next time.”
“Ja, ja, I know. It’s on the schedule and everything.”
Title: The Game
Summary: Granny Weatherwax gets ready.
Fandom: Discworld
Word Count: 166
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: N/A
A/N: For
dreadnot, a repost. (Obviously) takes place after the series as it stands.Granny Weatherwax wound the clock and sat down in her rocking chair. Before she even made herself comfortable, he was there.
“You’re early,” she said accusingly.
He checked the hourglass. THERE IS JUST TIME ENOUGH FOR THE GAME, he told her.
“I didn’t intend to play,” she responded, not looking at him. He looked hurt, as much as it is possible for a skull to look hurt.
BUT I BROUGHT THE CARDS AND EVERYTHING, he protested.
“Oh, alright,” Granny answered. “But I deal.”
They sat across from one another at the worn table. Granny dealt five cards to both of them.
FULL HOUSE, he said, his fingers clicking the cards down on the table.
“A shame. I’ve only got four ones,” she answered, with only the tiniest hint of a smile.
She stood up, put on her hat, lay down in bed, and hung a sign around her neck. After a few minutes, the important part of her got back up again, leaving her body there with nothing but the words:
