kink meme 1.0

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By popular demand...

Our First Ever
Knights of Legend Kink Meme

 

What is a kink meme? Pretty self explanatory, actually. You request a pairing and a prompt/kink anonymously, and someone else (or several someone elses for that matter) will be able to fill that request- also anonymously (unless they choose to do it logged in). Fun way to get fic, fun way to find fic to write, and good if you're embarrassed to post! Fun for the whole fami- oh. Er, maybe not. You know what I mean! (Note that while this is called a kink meme, the rules are pretty fast and loose. Nonexplicit fic is also allowed, but there is generally a focus on kinky stuff or some form of character relationship of a sexual or romantic nature.)
 

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Rules

♦ Post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
♦ Be respectful. 
♦ Both a pairing/character AND a prompt/kink must be posted.
♦ One pairing/prompt per comment please.
♦ You are encouraged to try and write one prompt for every request you make.
♦ We are slash, femslash, het, three-and-moresomes etc. friendly.  Also pegging.
♦ No pairing bashing. No need to wank over ships.
♦ Long and short fics (drabbles) welcome. Multiple responses encouraged!

Have fun!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

integra/buffy, bicurious

[(Anonymous)]

Integra Hellsing has a very piercing stare- one Buffy's not intimidated by. Not even a little bit. Nor is she intimidated by her damn shadow leering at her from behind her chair with his sharp-toothed manic grin. She can practically hear the words in her head even while no one is saying anything. Monster, monster, monster.

"Seriously?" She finally blurts out. "I was told this was an assessment. There seems to be a lot less assessing going on and a lot more staring. What? Did you decide I wasn't Hellsing material all of a sudden?"

Integra pulls her cigar out of her mouth and extinguishes it in the ashtray, her expression remaining neutral. "Leave us, Alucard."

The vampire considers his master with a dry chuckle and then deigns to use the door to depart in lieu of something more dramatic. Buffy's sure it's so he can look down at her as he leaves. Her eyes follow him out and don't turn back to Integra until the door clicks shut.

"Just so we're clear- I don't have to work with him, right?"

"There's nothing telling me you ought to work for us at all, Ms. Summers." Integra continues to crush the cigar in the ashtray, clearly pressed by something in her own deeply repressed sort of way. Buffy doesn't care anything about Integra Hellsing's delicate princess feelings. She gets enough of this shady bullshit from Des.

"Excuse me?" She balks. "You're the one who told me I had a standing invite."

"Which you refused."

"Well, I un-refuse. I am anti-refusing. I am one hundred percent positive I'm Hellsing material."

"Why?"

Buffy finally crumbles under the weight of Integra's stare, feeling as if she- more even than Alucard- is looking right through her. She stares at her hands in her lap. "I don't think I belong with the Knights anymore."

Integra leans back in her chair. "And?"

"And I- I have this..." She grits her teeth. "It's complicated. But it's hard being with them now. For reasons."

So many reasons. Reasons she doesn't want to go into. She shoots Integra a plaintive look, all but begging her not to ask her to go into details. She probably has files. Detailed files. With lots and lots of red pen, courtesy of Wynn.

Integra stands up and crosses over to Buffy on the other side of the desk, regarding her with the same look she's been regarding her with since all this started, barring the half-second where she was occupied with smothering her cigar in the ashtray.

"I need to know you're not flighty, Ms. Summers. You fled from Wynn when you decided you couldn't bear it. I don't tolerate that kind of behavior in my organization."

"But what about vacation days?" She offers, trying to see if she can make the woman crack a smile. No dice. She's as ice cold as... well, ice. And for another long moment, she doesn't move.

And then suddenly, "Kiss me."

Buffy stares. "What?"

"I want to know if you can take orders, Ms. Summers, regardless of how utterly preposterous they seem to you. You're so concerned about Alucard- it makes me wonder if you have limits that make you unfit for my organization."

"Finding Alucard unsettling is not the same thing as sucking face with the boss-lady, FYI."

Integra turns up her nose and prepares to leave the room. "I'll have Walter see you out, Ms. Summers."

Buffy stands abruptly, hands shaking. No, no, no. She needs this. She can't go crawling back to Wynn and she can't do it on her own. She falls into step behind Integra and grabs her arm. "Please, Sir Integra- just let me...."

Integra whirls on her and they're suddenly a hairsbreadth apart- Buffy holding her wrist and looking afraid and insignificant and small, while Integra's perpetual glower is etched into something akin to impatience.

"Let you what?" Integra challenges.

Buffy hesitates and Integra almost takes that hesitation as a sign to pull her hand away and snap at her for wasting her time, but Buffy has her strength on her side. She pulls Integra down into a kiss- not a chaste one either. The sort of kiss she's dreamed of giving Rafael before that became a pipe dream she wasn't meant to have.

Integra must have pulled away first, because Buffy's startled into stopping her assault on the other woman's mouth. She blinks and then stares at her as she casually wipes at her mouth with the thumb of her free hand.

"And with enthusiasm, as well. I wasn't expecting that."

Buffy drops Integra's wrist with an indignant expression. "So did I pass your stupid test?"

"You did, indeed." Integra doesn't smile, but the look in her eyes is amused all the same. "Welcome to Hellsing, Buffy Summers."