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Exquisite Torture
Summary: Integra needs information from a certain magician - She decides to enlist Alucard's help to get the information out of him. Mild flirty Alutegra. Not explicit, just the usual dark themes.
Written mostly as a character study and because I got inspired by a show I was watching. And my new followers inspired me too. Enjoy!
A magician was captured by the organization, one with both too much power and too much knowledge – the latter of which Integra needed. He had the knowledge to the location of a weapon his coven had created—an enchanted relic – one that, similar to Alucard himself, she thought – could destroy cities. It had already happened twice now, and the threat was coming to London next.
“I will not tell you a thing,” the captured magician cocked his head confidently and smiled at the suited-up blonde before him. “Your tricks won’t work on me. All your organization does is eliminate those of us who are special…”
She laughed a little and leaned into him.
“Oh really? I find we attack freaks appropriately. Such as when there is a threat. Have you and your coven not attacked England twice now?”
Her voice was stoic, although inside, she felt herself fuming.
“I will ask you one last time,” she straightened up and crossed her arms behind her back. “Where is the relic?”
And suddenly, the man spat up at her, drops of saliva smacking her cheek, glasses, chin and neck. The leader of Hellsing simply sighed, bored and seemingly not unsettled, as she removed a handkerchief from her coat pocket and resumed to wipe off her glasses and face.
However, in an instant, she felt Alucard’s presence, and had she not had the odd connection to the vampire, she would have seen him in the magician’s eyes, which flickered in the slightest apprehension.
Integra snapped a finger and held up her index finger, not looking away from the tied up man before her.
“Alucard, outside,” she said, while keeping her eyes on the man. Fortunately, her vampire obeyed, disappearing through the entryway.
“Well, since you are determined to do this the difficult way,” she said. “I’ll be leaving now.”
She smiled nonchalantly, and walked out of the room into the dark hallways. She leaned against the wall, took out a cigar, and lit it. After a puff, she called him.
“Alucard, you may proceed.”
He descended from the walls, a black cloud forming into his image of a man. The thought crossed Integra’s mind about how much of a man he even was. He was more mass, energy, visage.
“My Master,” he said. “I wish you would have let me cut off his head-”
“Mm. I see,” he said, and stepped towards her. “Have you or any of your soldiers attempted other ways of obtaining the information?”
“We have more important things to do,” she breathed, taking another puff of the cigar. “This sorcerer…He has the knowledge of the relic’s location, and he hasn’t released it to us yet. And any reading tricks won’t work on him, the same as they don’t work on the others. They are shielded.”
Integra knew exactly what he meant. Torture, of course.
And she wanted her vampire to do it. The magician had properly pissed her off, and she knew Alucard would be the best at inflicting such violence.
“Not yet.”
“And what would you like me to do, my Master?” he pressed.
Integra knew he wanted to hear her say it, demand such a mess from him. He lavished in her directing the violence he inflicted, liked her fury.
“I would like you to obtain the information needed from him,” she said. “Anyway you can. In fact…”
She felt herself today quite daring.
“Take your time. I demand to see blood.”
A low laugh rumbled from his chest and a grin spread over his face, before he stepped forward. Alucard eyed her lips and leaned in, close enough to kiss her, and the awful, tempting thought crossed Integra’s mind.
“I will give you all you want and more,” he purred, looking into her eyes. “My Integra.”
His words – the last of which he had never used in tandem before—made her swell with feeling, and she did her best to hide how affected she was. Her lips twisted in a small smirk.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” he said softly, the tone deeper and more intimate than she thought appropriate.
“No. Go on.”
She nodded to the locked door a few steps from them. He stepped away from her now, breaking the tension, and Integra crossed an arm over herself, taking the cigar in her lips once more with her other hand.
Suddenly, Alucard stopped in his tracks before he got to the door. He turned to look at his leader and asked her a most appealing question.
“Do you want to watch?” he suggested, smirking slightly.
Integra took a moment to mull over this, and came to a decision.
“You know,” she said, “This time I think I will.”
#alutegra#hellsing#hellsing ultimate#its not too alutegra heavy but#if you dont like the ship you probably shouldnt read it
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(English) Voice actor for Integra's name is Victoria and that tracks tbh
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Undisclosed Desires & Power Plays (5/?)
Coriolanus Snow x OC
Warnings~ This chapter has none.
This chapter - Coryo and Demetria go on a fun, cute date. 💀
About ~ Post-TBOSAS. Takes place when Snow is Head Gamemaker and he has to work with someone who doesn't exactly like him. Enemies-to-enemies with weird shit going on. If you want me to continue or tag you in future chapters please reblog or comment! Just please let me know if you like this.
She was one of the last ones to leave. Even Snow had gone by now - and he was usually there until late - though she hadn't noticed when he slipped out. Snow had, that morning, given her almost double the amount of work as was her usual. She hoped she hadn't made Henrik wait too long. She never really did 'dates' and Henrik seemed nice enough...
She went to the washroom and washed her face, trying her best to look not so tired before her date. She looked in the mirror, reapplied some of lipstick, and brushed her hair. When she was pleased with her appearance, she put on her coat and left.
Upon entering the restaurant, Demetria stopped in her tracks. She saw the Head Gamemaker instead of her presumed date pouring a glass of wine at one of the few tables occupied.
He took a sip and then he saw her. He greeted her with a smile and stood, all the perfect gentleman. She tried her best to appear unaffected as she walked over to the table.
“Hello,” he said. No malice to his voice at all, of course.
“Mr. Snow, I believe Henr– Mr. Wright won’t be joining?” she said, getting to the point.
“No, he’s not feeling well. I hope I make a suitable replacement.”
She nodded a small yes, but slightly bit her lip and didn’t say a word to that. He didn’t seem to mind, stepping to her to hold out the seat for her across from his.
“Please, sit.”
She did, with the same grace she held herself with while at work. Yes, work. That’s all it was. It was nothing so great as what her parents thought it was. She would never tell them directly – it would be pointless to - but she hated being a part of any of it at all.
“Would you like some wine?” he asked.
She looked at the empty glass before her.
“Yes,” she said, and she when saw the waiter arrive, she made a prompt request.
“May we have another bottle?”
The man nodded and left.
“I thought one wouldn’t be enough,” she said sweetly. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”
“We've never been friends, have we," he said as more as statement.
"No, we haven't."
"We don't know each other very well. And given that it's our second year working together, and you’re such a valuable asset,” he said, with sarcasm or not she couldn’t tell – “I think we should change that.”
The bottle arrived.
“Thank you,” she said to the server. “If you please?”
And he poured it in the glass for her, and left.
Demetria bit back a laugh when the waiter left.
"Are you both ready to order?"
“We'll both have the steak," he smiled.
She saw Snow raise his eyebrows, pretty blue eyes feigning something like confusion or innocence.
“Something wrong?”
“No. Only – well, I’m a vegetarian.”
For a moment her ‘date’ seemed to be processing the information. Then she chuckled a bit.
“I’m kidding.”
“You’re funny,” he said sweetly.
She took a sip of the wine. After a few moments her eyes lost their humor again. Demetria was doing her best, she thought, but this entire situation was uncomfortable.
“Do you have many friends you go out with from our…workplace?” he asked casually. He seemed to ponder the word.
To Demetria, this was starting to feel like a job interview, or a prison interrogation. And she wasn’t sure which one was worse.
“No," she answered flatly.
It was true. Though she was friendly with most of them, she would only go out with her peers on occasion in groups mostly.
“I want to make sure you don’t become distracted. I look out for everyone in our department.”
“Of course. And where’s Henrik?” she asked, as she poured herself another glass of wine. Unfortunately, she had grown used to the substance since she was a teenager. "Really."
He watched her, thought it over.
“He has been put on a temporary suspension,” he sighed. “He was being…unprofessional when he decided to ask you here. And you when you accepted.”
“Well then,” she said blandly. “I'm sorry, Mr. Snow. Am I also to presume I am suspended?”
“From your duties in our department, yes,” he said in a nonchalant manner, looking down as he poured his second glass. “Only temporarily.”
“Is it the same for Henrik?”
“No. We’ve decided he is less valuable.”
Demetria felt sick. To Snow, they were all just numbers. And he - or she - had cost someone their job. She felt guilty.
“You’ll be taking his place for some time. Until I find a replacement.”
Oh. So that was the punishment. She was going to be running duties for her Head Gamemaker. Doing unimportant tasks. Not that it was much of a difference, but she dreaded the thought of consistently catering to him even more that she already did.
“Don’t worry. I'm sure it will be an easy job for you,” he smiled.
“I’m sure,” she said plainly.
He ignored the quip. Finally the food arrived, and there was some surprisingly cordial small talk from her supposed superior. Boss. She wasn’t sure what to call him.
“Ms. Fontaine, if you don’t mind my asking,” he said. “How would you say our other Gamemakers feel about my direction of the department?”
She wondered what he was playing at. The way this man seemed to constantly change tact and topic was a little unnerving.
“What would you like me to say?” she tilted her head a bit. She took one last sip of the wine. It would be her last. She was already feeling slightly tired again. “Flattery or…?”
He leaned in and folded his hands on the table.
“How about the truth?”
“Alright,” she said. “Well, they all know you’re intelligent. But I think they’d like to see you with a hanging seam or even a little stain on your shirt.”
He frowned a little, perhaps misunderstanding, but the expression on his face was that of amusement. Demetria was beginning to think the wine had her expressing herself in a lazy way. Whatever she was trying to say did not come out right.
“What I mean is, they’d like to see you a little undone.”
“Oh. I could say the same about you.”
She chuckled, and he smiled.
"Right."
It occurred to her how odd it was that he would do something so out of line and intimidating like show up here to completely overtake a date she was going on - punish her and his ex-assistant for being unprofessional - and then proceed to make attempts at cordial conversation. He was unnervingly charming when he wanted to be. Although there was nothing authentic about it. His cool smile and expressive eyes could fool someone none-the-wiser.
"Would you like dessert?" he asked.
"No, thank you," she said. "I should be heading home -"
"I insist."
"I really need to be going," she said.
"You've had a lot to drink. A little more food couldn't hurt."
"Mr. Snow, I assure you I'm used to it by now," she said, standing. "It's nothing new to me. I will see you on Monday."
He frowned a little and as she went to walk past him, eager to get away, he said her name and grabbed her wrist. She stopped, and looked at his hold on her before looking at him. His eyes, were wide and soft, strangely innocent.
"I almost forgot," he said, handing her a small bouquet of blue hydrangeas and even blue roses. "These are for you."
And of course, the blue were a proof they - or at least the idea of them - came from Henrik. She inhaled and exhaled sharply.
"You can keep them," she said, pulling her wrist away gently. "Excuse me, Mr. Snow."
She smiled cordially and walked home once she was out the door, enjoying the feel of the cool air on the way there.
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@ihaveneverbeengivenflowers. I can't reply on this account, so I'm re-blogging! I might do a part 3 if I get enough requests for it or if I get the inspo. I intended it to just be 2 chapters, but I don't know maybe that'll change, as I thought it would be fun to continue it maybe. Thank you for reading ❤
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Part 2 of my (for now tumblr only ~ have to post on ao3) Alutegra fic "Proposition"
[RATED E]
Click here to read part 1 first- It's not too long, dw!
Plot: Integra plans to proceed with marriage arrangements to continue her bloodline, but wants to gain some, uh, experience.
Basically plot is weak excuse for smuttiness which will happen in chapter 2 *cough cough* this one- rated E so 18+only please, ty.
"Your orders?"
Integra was tempted to get it done right then and there. She would not have to think about it so much anymore. But she was not about to mix her workplace with pleasure.
Work and pleasure. Who was she kidding. That was exactly what she was about to do, wasn't it. She almost laughed, but instead bit her tongue and smirked momentarily, observing the smoke coming from the ashtray.
"My orders are as follows," she declared, as she looked back at the vampire. "You are to be at my chambers at half past midnight if you accept. That is all. You are dismissed."
"I can't wait," he said. "I'll see you then..."
......
That night, Integra lit a candle on her nightstand beside a pack of cigars, a lighter, and a bottle of merlot. The flame made the room warm and golden.
Integra was on her second glass of wine already as she finished moisturizing her arms and legs with her best lotion. That night, she had gone about her routine as usual. She did some reading, took a relaxing bath with some herbal soap and made ready for bed.
Instead of her usual two-piece sleepwear, she opted to wear one of her only two nightdresses. Light blue, and reaching to about half of her thighs. It would make things easier, after all. As she brushed out her hair in the mirror earlier, she looked over herself. She felt confident in her skin, but the fact that she was about to engage in such...activities with her vampire had her, she hated to admit, slightly intimidated, perhaps even insecure.
It wasn't fear of him. She knew Alucard would not, could not hurt her. Still, she couldn't help but feel nervous. After all, much would change after tonight, and she was still processing, well, Alucard.
In truth, she was still processing the decision she had even made to ask him for anything like this.
As Integra finished the second glass of wine, she placed her eyeglasses on the nightstand and sighed, running her hands over her arms in self comfort. The room was mostly dark, but aside from the candlelight, there was a sliver of light between the barely opened curtains. She looked out the window at the moon. It's beautiful night, she thought.
"Good evening, Integra," she heard Alucard say in his signature sultry voice.
It was exactly half past midnight and he was a couple of steps away from her bed. No hat or glasses.
He observed her keenly, as he often did, but today it affected Integra more than usual. She immediately stood up from her bed.
"It is truly a beautiful night, isn't it," he said. "Though it holds nothing to you."
She stepped towards him but shrugged off his words. Something was still bothering her.
"Alucard..."
Although she had known him for years, there was still much she did not actually know about Alucard. And she wanted to be sure that he had agreed to do this of his own consent.
"Heed my next words. If you have changed your mind about your acceptance of my proposition, you are free to go. I remind you that my proposition was a request, not an order, and I will not hold it against you if you decide not to proceed."
Alucard tilted his head to the side a bit and looked at her strangely, reminding Integra of something a dog would do. It was both odd and strangely endearing.
He held out his hand to her, and she noticed he did not have his gloves on.
Integra reached out and took it. Alucard pulled her to him gently and kissed her hand. Not used to such attentions, she pulled it back instinctively.
"My Master," he said. "I would never refuse an order or request from you. Especially one so enticing..."
"...I see. Well then," Integra said, nervous and eager. "We may begin."
She slid two fingers in his cravat and walked backwards, pulling him towards her bed. Alucard went with her looking a little spellbound.
"I have one small reservation," he said, pausing.
"What," she said flatly.
"Integra. Think of the opportunity you'll be losing. Have you truly thought this through?"
Alucard knew she had. He knew there was barely any chance of turning Integra. She had her pride and morals. She was too good for vampirism. Superior to monsters. It was admirable.
But lately the thought of losing her to mortality seemed to torment him.
Integra, apparently, felt offended and stepped away from him.
"How dare you question me?! Do you really think you would be here if I had not thought this over? I will not become a vampire. I was born a human, and I will die as one, as nature intended! And if we do not proceed with this today, I will regardless proceed with my arranged husband later. If you question me again, by God, I will-"
She was rudely interrupted by his lips on hers, soft and strangely enough, tasting like the wine she had drank not so long ago. The heat of it stole her breath away, made her chest rise.
Alucard's arms wrapped around her as he pulled her close, and as she kissed him, she found it difficult to stop. The sensation was delicious. She bit into his bottom lip and when Alucard growled a little, Integra was admittedly riled by the sound and did something she had only ever dreamed of - pulled apart his jacket, taking it off him.
Alucard ran his hands down her back and picked her up by her bottom, still kissing her. He moaned a little and Integra wrapped her arms around his shoulders, slightly dazed.
There was so much of him everywhere. The air was chilled with Alucard's presence, but his touches were warm. He bit her bottom lip slightly before he lay her down on her bed and proceeded to kiss her jawline, and run his tongue over her neck. Integra quickly removed him of his cravat and vest and started unbuttoning his shirt. He moved to kiss between her breasts, then her stomach. His hands went to her thighs as he lowered down her body.
Integra looked down at Alucard, who raised her nightgown over her thighs and bit into the waistband of her undergarments, pulling it down her thighs in a smooth movement. Once over her knees, he used his hands to pull them off and discard them completely. She couldn't help but gasp a little.
Alucard took a moment to gaze over her, and run his hands over her legs. Integra felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement, heat coursing through her quickly. She felt embarassingly aroused, not exactly used to being looked at in such a way. Alucard looked frenzied, like he sometimes did before going out for a kill. It was almost sinful. Well, truly, what they were doing tonight, was.
Suddenly, Alucard's lips were on her inner thigh, as he hooked his hands behind her knees and held her legs apart. Though inexperienced, Integra was not naive enough to not know his intentions. He moved closer to her center, and Integra lifted herself on her elbows, and sighed a bit. His soft, eager kisses felt euphoric.
Integra didn't want to have a bad experience, obviously, but she was not keen on the idea of enjoying this so much. The idea made her think of a lack of control. This needed to be quick, simple, something to cross off a list.
Control. She wondered how much Alucard actually liked her, at least in this way, and how much he actually simply liked to be controlled.
Perhaps he relished the chance to control her for once.
She knew she was thinking too much. She just needed to get this over with.
His lips were so near his intended destination, kisses so enticing, her center wept to be tasted by him.
Integra was becoming all too flustered. She felt red all over.
No. No no no.
"That isn't necessary," she said. "Stop that, pet. Let's get this done."
With one last kiss on her skin, he gazed up at her and Integra found it hard to look away from her servant. Alucard proceeded to crawl over her until his hands were beside her shoulders.
Her pet, she had to admit, was both a thing of fear and of beauty. She observed him - ebony hair, sharp jaw and steely red eyes, shirt wrinkled and half unbuttoned, soft lips. He looked at her seriously, eyes full of something between hunger and bloodlust - or maybe, just lust.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" he asked, a small smile creeping into his face.
"I don't think it necessary to waste time."
"Why not? Are you afraid? Or are you having regrets about sleeping with your pet?"
"No. Let's continue. Unbutton those," she said, eyeing his pants.
He chuckled a little at that, and obeyed. Integra didn't have time to look down at him before Alucard was again hovering over her. He looked over her eyes, lips, neck. Alucard's usual humor and expression darkened again. It threw Integra a little off guard.
He leaned into her neck and inhaled for a moment.
"Alucard," she made a grab at his shirt collar on instinct. Perhaps to hurry him. It couldn't be fear.
"Tell me, Integra," he rasped. "Do you ever touch yourself?"
She refused to answer, and gasped a little as she felt his hardness, quickly replaced by his fingers between her legs. He ran his fingertips over her slickness, then touched her softly above her opening, and she almost cursed.
"Have you ever thought of me while doing it? Even just once out of curiosity...? I admit, I think of you often."
The confession seemed to make her melt. He rubbed her slowly in that spot, and Integra moaned and grasped his collar and the bedsheets tighter and closed her eyes.
He placed a gentle kiss on her jaw. Then he kissed her mouth and her breasts lightly over her nightgown. She moaned into him, feeling his darkness over her curves, soft tendrils of shadow seeking to fully undress her. The pleasure of it all was overwhelming and she grabbed his wrist suddenly from between her.
"Stop. That's unnecessary," she forced herself to say - insecurity, strangely enough, taking hold of her. "All of this. Leave my clothes on and let's get on with it."
The shadows vanished, leaving her bathed only in candlelight.
"You're rushing."
"You're procrastinating."
"Integra-"
"Enough," she snarled. "Don't you question me again. Or you'll be sorely disciplined."
"My Master. You always have been a force to be reckoned with." He smirked, and to Integra's surprise, Alucard raised his fingers to his mouth and tasted her, moaning a little. Lewd.
She shifted her hips, feeling him nearly parting her already. The action emitted a deep growl from her vampire. Integra felt herself already so desperate, though she did her best to remain collected.
"You would have made the best vampire."
Alucard growled and squeezed her flesh as he pushed inside her deeply. Integra winced a little and squeezed at his collar again, and the arm of his shirt. She felt his grip on her leg and hip tighten, and her body succumbed quickly to so much feeling it was making her mind spin.
Fuck. She thought the word a thousand times over, though she dared not say it. Alucard nuzzled into her as he steadily increased the pace, grunting and roaming hands over her body. She grabbed his hair and pulled, adjusting her knees to take him in deeper as he thrust into her.
"Harder," she found herself demanding.
Soon it was all a mess. He became rougher with her, and her with him, and Integra worried they were being too loud. Fortunately, the room was so dark it was unnatural -- Integra hoped this was her vampire's doing, and that it would keep them quiet from others. She tried to hold back but she was gasping and moaning, sounds Alucard knew he would never forget.
He groaned, riled by the scent of her and her blood, the feeling of her sex all around him. She remained mostly clothed but she had not denied him touching her breasts, her sides, her waist. He touched her, grabbed, kissed, licked everything he could. Integra was still pulling at his scalp as she wrapped her legs tightly around his back.
Her slightly dark skin was flushed, nipples hard through her nightgown. He looked down where they met, where her blood and wetness coated him. He licked his lips and touched her clit, rubbing her softly. She dug her nails into his shoulder. Alucard winced.
"Integra," she heard him growl. "Next time, I can please you with my tongue. Would you like that?"
"Have some decency," she said weakly. She was close, panting as he kept rubbing her and thrusting harder inside her.
If he wasn't in a state of such overwhelm, he would have made a snide remark at that. He felt her grow tighter around him, and he knew she was close, the gentle squeeze heavenly on his cock. He leaned into her, his forehead on hers.
"May I?"
"What?" she said, and it came out a harsh whisper. "Oh," she realized. "Yes."
The last word came out as a moan and her kissed her hard. Integra was overcome by her sensations. When her orgasm came, she was in an ecstasy that made her mind blank, and her entire body seemed to close in around him. She dug her nails deeper into his skin and drew blood, losing herself completely to the feeling. Alucard panted and groaned, and he found himself holding down her hip and her neck softly, looking down at her lips as he finished.
For a few moments they remained together, trying to catch their breaths. Alucard ran his thumb over the column of her throat. Integra observed him, still recovering from her orgasm and the uncanny revelation of such a different side of him.
"Now," he said, looking from her neck to her light eyes. A half smile. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine," she said, still catching her breath. "Satisfactory."
"Hm," he smirked.
Integra swallowed hard, looking down at his lips. His hands and mouth, she thought, they shouldn't have been so good at this. He killed with them, and he touched her so softly and deliciously with them. It would be so easy to fall in love with this monster. And equally dangerous, no doubt.
It was then she realized she was gazing perhaps too much at him.
Alucard leaned in to kiss her and she gently placed her hands on his shoulders.
"That's enough," she said.
He paused, an odd look overtaking his features.
"Understood."
Slowly, he pulled out of her and moved from her. She felt him lie next to her, a small space away. The loss of contact was strangely unpleasant. She pulled down the bottom of her nightgown.
"Is there anything else you'd like me to do for you, my Master?"
"Yes, servant," she said as she sat up, adjusting her pillows and leaning back on them. "My nightstand. Hand me a cigar."
Alucard did as told, smiling as he handed it over and lit it for her.
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~ Full Masterlist ! ~
Multifandom
To be updated as more fandoms and work will be added:
Hellsing Ultimate {Alutegra}
~ An Offering of Blood (full) {One shot. A stressed Integra hurts herself and she decides not to let the blood go to waste. Alutegra +shippy. Rated M +warning: angsty, blood drinking, explicit self harm depiction, and a little dirty.}
~ Proposition (multichapter) {Integra plans to proceed with marriage arrangements to continue her bloodline, but wants to gain some, uh, experience. Basically plot is weak excuse for smuttiness. Rated E so 18+only please, ty.}
Proposition {Chapter 1}
Proposition {Chapter 2}
~ Exquisite Torture {Integra needs information from a certain magician - She decides to enlist Alucard's help to get the information out of him. Mild flirty Alutegra. Not explicit, just the usual dark themes. More of a character study.}
TBOSAS/Hunger Games {Coriolanus Snow}
~ Unnamed, Coriolanus Snow x female reader/Y/N (full) ~ {Coriolanus Snow being creepy and touchy as you sleep at your desk. Young Pres Snow or Head Gamemaker; can be read as either.}
~ Undisclosed Desires & Power Plays (multichapter) {Post-TBOSAS. Takes place when Snow is Head Gamemaker and he has to work with someone who doesn't exactly like him. Enemies-to-enemies with weird shit going on. Super dark themes. Will turn into rated E prob.}
{Chapter 1}
{Chapter 2}
{Chapter 3}
{Chapter 4}
#masterlist#writing#coriolanus snow#the hunger games#tbosas#coriolanus snow x oc#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus snow x reader#hellsing ultimate#alutegra#integra hellsing#alucard#hellsing
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Undisclosed Desires & Power Plays (4/?)
Coriolanus Snow x OC
Warnings~ This chapter has none. Future chapters will be spicy.
This chapter - Demetria gets asked out on a date. Corio is only there at the end...I need to update ao3lol
About ~ Post-TBOSAS. Takes place when Snow is Head Gamemaker and he has to work with someone who doesn't exactly like him. Enemies-to-enemies with weird shit going on. If you want me to continue or tag you in future chapters please reblog or comment! Just please let me know if you like this.
Fortunately, no other altercations had ensued after that day she had been called to his office. She had been working hard and keeping her head down, after all. To her delight, Snow seemed to simply ignore her; otherwise he was a man of very few words.
“Excuse me, Ms. Fontaine?”
At the sound of Snow’s assistant’s voice, she almost grimaced. Henrik, she remembered his name was. She hoped that she wasn’t about to be called to Snow’s office again.
“Yes?” she smiled.
He was maybe her age or one year younger than her, very sweet, dark hair and green eyes. The man looked around for a moment and then leaned in a bit.
“I was wondering if you were free for dinner tomorrow night.”
She regarded the offer coldly. Perhaps Snow was having him keep an eye on her. Who knows. It was possible.
“Maybe,” she said. “Is there any particular reason you’re asking me?”
“No. Well yes, I would like to get to know you,” he stuttered a bit. “So would you like to go out with me?”
In truth, Demetria didn’t think it was a good idea to go out one on one with anyone from her workplace. But well, when else would she meet new people? She decided on taking the chance, despite her slight paranoia.
“Okay. Sure,” she said with a smile.
"What's your favorite color?" he suddenly asked.
She thought this over. Ridiculous that she hadn't ever thought about this before.
"Blue," she decided.
"Blue flowers then."
They agreed on a restaurant, one of the best ones in the area, to Demetria’s surprise. She didn’t like to make judgements, but she hadn’t expected that from him.
“Just don’t tell my boss,” he whispered, smirking. “I think Snow wouldn’t me like mixing work with…you know…”
Demetria raised her eyebrows.
"With what?"
He didn't know how to answer. She chuckled and took pity when she saw Henrik appear embarrassed.
“Why would I tell him, or anyone here, anything?”
“Oh, I know, I know-“ he said nervously. “I was just making sure-"
Then Demetria saw him, as if Henrik had summoned Snow himself. She locked eyes with him, and then looked down at her keyboard to continue her work.
“Speaking of the devil,” she said softly, so only Henrik could hear.
Once he caught sight of his “boss” it seemed to make him panic. Henrik hurried away in an almost exaggerated fashion. Was he really so afraid of him? The idea, she thought, was a little more than concerning.
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Undisclosed Desires & Power Plays (3/?)
Coriolanus Snow x OC
Warnings~ This chapter has none. Only suggestive material.
This chapter - Coryo being creepy while Demetria sleeps. You may have read my y/n piece? This is pretty much it.
About ~ Post-TBOSAS. Takes place when Snow is Head Gamemaker and he has to work with someone who doesn't exactly like him. Enemies-to-enemies with weird shit going on. If you want me to continue or tag you in future chapters please reblog or comment! Just please let me know if you like this.
He shut off the light, exited his office. It had been a tiring day. As he started to make his exit, past a small hallway, he saw Demetria Fontaine asleep at her desk in the control room. There was no one else but him and her here.
The others had left for the day but she had apparently overworked herself. True to what he asked of her. To do better. In truth, she was a hard worker, Coriolanus thought, but it was always a good idea to push one's best assets. And it wouldn't hurt to see what made her tick.
Briefly he thought of waking her to scold her, but he didn't dare. He found himself approaching her slowly so as not to wake her. She looked so relaxed and peaceful, different from her usual rigid state. Vulnerable. It would be a sin to wake her. Her arms were folded beside the keyboard, nesting her face. She was resting on her left, so the right side of her face and neck were exposed, only covered slightly by the hair falling into her face.
Testing the waters, he slowly pulled the notebook which was halfway tucked under her arm. To his delight, she didn't move. He carelessly looked through it, then shut it closed and placed it next to her. She remained still and asleep. He grew bolder then.
He ran the lock of hair by her face between his index and middle finger, reveling in its texture. Then he tucked it behind her ear, gently tucked the rest over her shoulder. She had a sharp intake of breath then, but didn't stir otherwise.
His eyes wandered to her neck, collarbone and the first button of her blouse, then to her lips. Curious to see how much he could get away with, he gently placed his thumb on her jaw and caressed it. Then he traced a line down the curve of her neck and swiped her collarbone, the skin there warm and welcoming.
He wondered what soap she used, if she used lotion on her skin. He leaned in just inches from the side of her neck, before closing his eyes and inhaling the scent - something like flowers and mint.
He wasn't sure where he was going with this or why he even started. He lowered his eyes to the first button on her blouse again wondering if she would notice...
When he reached for it she let out a sound like a small moan, and her brows were furrowed and upset, dimpling at the sides. Coriolanus smirked and retreated immediately before she opened her eyes. He folded his arms behind his back as he stood up straight, watching her stretch slightly and sit up, still awakening.
"God...what time is it..." she said to herself, rubbing her temples.
"Hi there. It's 7," he said, raising his eyebrows. "P.m."
She obviously had just come to terms with his presence. She stilled a moment but recovered quickly, adjusting her clothes.
"Sorry. I don't know what happened."
She started gathering her things.
"I'll be out of your way, Mr. Snow."
"It's alright. Do you need a ride home?"
"No, thank you," she said, smiling at him, the familiar empty, if slightly apathetic look behind her eyes. She took in his handsome but somewhat uncanny polished appearance.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded.
"Goodnight, Mr. Snow."
Demetria left with the sickest feeling of wanting to be touched. And it didn't help that the last person she had seen was him. She wasn't sure why he was affecting her so much. No - he wasn't. She shrugged it off and took a cold shower, and tried to distract herself from it the rest of the night.
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Writers' Resolutions
A bunch of resolutions for writers and people who want to try writing this year. It's in no way something you must do, these are just ideas how you can set out to improve your writing in the new year.
Try something new
Try to write something you have never written before.
Write something silly, write something serious, write in a different genre, try to write characters that you haven't explored yet.
Write consistently
Writing consistently will not only give you exercise to become a better writer, it can also keep your voice as a writer consistent.
If you have a first draft, write it down quickly and without big breaks inbetween.
Don't wait for inspiration
Waiting for inspiration to come can take forever. So don't wait for inspiration: search for it.
Make writing into a habit that comes natural to you every day, look up writing prompts, read a book you like, get yourself into the mood to write and do it!
Do your research
As a writer, you need to know about a lot of different things.
You can do research by reading books, listening to podcasts, watching movies, talking to other people, etc.
Take this year to learn something new and then tell your reader all about it.
Edit that draft
We all have that one story we wrote a while ago and then stopped at the first draft.
Take it and reread it and then rewrite it. You have a new perspective on it now and maybe this will be the year you turn your idea into a book.
Set yourself a goal
This explicitly doesn't have to be a goal about how many words or pages you write.
Your goal can be to finish something, to edit something, to write a few sentences every day, to share more of your writing or to publish something.
Don't compare
Try not to compare your writing with that of someone else.
Writing is about finding your own voice and telling a story that only you can tell. Also: other people's accomplishes don't diminish your own!
Write!
Whatever the outcome of your writing may be and whatever you want to do with it, if you want to publish it, if you want to share it with friends, or if you want to keep it to yourself: just start writing!
Do what you love to do.
To all my lovely writers, I wish you a great year, may everything work out in your favour!
- Jana
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Sketch practice ✨✍️
Happy New Year! 🎉
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And when she goes Alucard will wish for a moment that he had been a little more selfish to keep her. Happy new year!
Do you guys think Integra, at the blink of her death, staring at the ceiling as heaven calls her name, she will wish just for a second, just allowing herself one second of selfishness, that she had say yes to Alucard gifting her immortality?
Happy new year, btw !!
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Coriolanus Snow being creepy and touchy as you sleep at your desk. Young Pres Snow or Head Gamemaker; can be read as either.
This is actually an upcoming chapter for a Snow x OC fic I'm writing, but I rewrote this version for it to be Snow x female reader/Y/N so anyone can enjoy. This is NOT SMUT, just very mildly suggestive.
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He shut off the light, exited his office. It had been a tiring day. As he started to make his exit, past a small hallway, he saw you asleep at your desk. There was no one else but him and you here.
The others had left for the day but you had apparently overworked yourself. True to what he asked of you. To do better. In truth, you were a hard worker, Coriolanus thought, but it was always a good idea to push one's best assets. And it wouldn't hurt to see what made you tick.
Briefly he thought of waking you to scold you, but he didn't dare. He found himself approaching you slowly so as not to wake you. You looked so relaxed and peaceful, it would be a sin to wake you, he thought. Your arms were folded beside the keyboard, nesting your face. You were resting on your left, so the right side of your face and neck were exposed, only covered slightly by the hair falling into your face.
Testing the waters, he slowly slid the notebook which was halfway tucked under your arm. To his delight, you didn't move. He carelessly looked through it, then shut it closed and placed it next to you. You remained still and asleep. He grew bolder then.
He ran the lock of hair by your face between his index and middle finger, reveling in its texture. Then he tucked it behind your ear, and gently tucked the rest over your shoulder. He heard your sharp intake of breath then, but you didn't stir otherwise.
His eyes wandered to your neck, collarbone and the first button of your blouse, then to your lips. Curious to see how much he could get away with, he gently placed his thumb on your jaw and caressed it. Then he traced a line down the side of your neck and swiped your collarbone, the skin there warm and welcoming.
He wondered what soap you used, if you used lotion on your skin. He leaned in just inches from the side of your neck, before closing his eyes and inhaling the scent - something like flowers and mint.
He wasn't sure where he was going with this or why he even started. He lowered his eyes to the first button on your blouse again wondering if you would notice...
When he reached for it, you let out a sound like a small moan, and your brows were furrowed and upset, dimpling at the sides. Coriolanus smirked and retreated immediately before you opened your eyes. He folded his arms behind his back as he stood up straight, watching you stretch slightly and sit up, still awakening.
"God...what time is it..." you said to yourself, rubbing your temples.
"It's 7," he said, raising his eyebrows. "P.m."
You obviously had just come to terms with his presence. You stilled a moment in surprise but recovered quickly, adjusting your clothes.
"Sorry. I don't know what happened," you mumbled, rushing to gather your things. "I'll be out of your way, Mr. Snow."
"It's alright. Do you need a ride home?"
"No, thank you," you smiled at him, taking in his handsome but somewhat uncanny polished appearance.
"Are you sure?"
You nodded.
"Goodnight, Mr. Snow."
That day you left with the sickest feeling of wanting to be touched. And it didn't help that the last person you had seen was him. You weren't sure why he even affected you so much. You shrugged it off and took a cold shower, and tried to distract yourself from it the rest of the night.
#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus x you#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow x oc#coriolanus x oc#tbosas#coriolanus snow#ok thats enough tagging omg
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Undisclosed Desires & Power Plays (2/?)
Coriolanus Snow x OC Warnings~ This chapter has none. Future chapters will be spicy smutty.
This chapter - No Coryo, just OC and a friend. Character info/development and stuff.
About ~ Post-TBOSAS. Takes place when Snow is Head Gamemaker and he has to work with someone who doesn't exactly like him. Enemies-to-enemies with weird shit going on. If you want me to continue or tag you in future chapters please reblog or comment! Just please let me know if you like this. Also: First chapter is posted on ao3
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Demetria Fontaine was lying on the sofa in her library, reading one of her friend Lyla's books from the Academy. She remembered some of the material herself. She had her legs draped over the arm of the chair, happy to be lounging around after a long day.
Today was dreadful.
They had been already preparing for the next games, and Demetria, obliging as she was to her duties, had done as she always did. She ensured everything was working as it should in the control room and on the floor where they all worked. She kept analytics and helped devise the beautiful traps and treacheries. That was the part she was not so good at. The creativity. Which is why she had been appointed to numbers, data, the mechanisms of it all.
She had done well, and yet she was called to Coriolanus Snow’s office to be disciplined in the most passive-aggressive of manners. Because nothing was straightforward in the Capitol. In this world.
He expected her to do more. Do better. Snow, who was practically her age. Who only recently acquired any status. Boy, did he revel in it. She saw it today, more than ever, when he wasted her time. Bit into an apple and kept her there like a plaything. As if he were better than her. Cold and calculated he had looked at her, though he offered the calmest of smiles and gazes. Of course. What was he without such pleasantries.
He was a snake, like the rest of them. Like her own bloodline. Pretty and selfish and manipulative. Otherwise, he would not have climbed his way to his position so quickly.
“So how are your studies going?” she asked her friend, as she realized her thoughts had strayed from the reading material. Lyla was in front of Demetria's computer. She would come here when she needed to do some schoolwork.
“Honestly? I’m a little overwhelmed. I have all these reports to finish, and my mother doesn’t stop hounding me about finding work. Roger, God I love him, he tries to help, but -”
Roger was Lyla's long-time boyfriend, and although not exactly very resourceful, he seemed kind and genuine. She hoped for her friend's sake - her friend, who was something like a little sister to her - that he really was.
“Lyla-"
“Maybe I shouldn't be studying at all. We need the money-”
“That's ridiculous. You know I could help,” Demetria interrupted, placing down the book and crossing her arms.
“You know I don’t want that,” Lyla sighed.
“But then what are friends for?” Demetria joked. “I’m kidding. But really. You don’t have to suffer. It wouldn’t hurt to take my help.”
“I know, Dee. I just feel weird about it. This is enough. You just having me here...” she pondered, typing up something on the computer.
“Fine. At least let me finish one of your reports,” she leaned over on her stomach and nudged her friend gently on the shoulder.
Lyla sighed in defeat.
“Fine,” she rolled her eyes, and stood, switching seats with her friend. “It’s due Monday. Don’t make it sound too…fancy or anything. Remember It’s my first year. It should seem like it.”
“You make it seem as if I can’t be convincing. Relax, I know exactly how I need to make it sound.”
Demetria sat in front of the computer, seeing what Lyla was working on. Something about ethics in advancements in weaponry. Very on the nose for the University. Predictable. She read over Lyla’s work so far, corrected some errors.
“How was work today by the way?” said Lyla.
“Fine,” Demetria shrugged as she typed away. Then she spared a glance at her friend, who was now lounging on the seat enjoying a cup of coffee. “Well, actually, it was a bit of an annoying day. I got called into Snow’s office."
"Snow?"
"Yes, our Head Gamemaker. I felt like I was in the Academy again getting called to the office.”
Which had happened a few times. Luckily, by the time she had reached the University, she had learned to keep a lower profile and improved conduct.
“Except the 'professor' in this case is barely older than I am. Good God. It’s ridiculous. And since when do Head Gamemakers have a private office?” she went on.
"What?"
"Yes. He didn't have one last year. This year, a whole pretty office."
“Well, what happened? Why did he call you in?” said Lyla. She was always so interested in what went on in the planning stages of the Games, and Demetria worried she almost admired it all.
“Honestly I have no idea. Something tells me our Gamemaker creates problems in his own mind.”
She turned a page from Lyla’s book on the desk too quickly and the paper cut her a little.
“Ow,” she winced and sucked some of the blood.
“Well, he probably knows people talk about him. There must be rumors…” Lyla said.
“Yes. Well, I don’t talk much about him...I think he is…” she waved a hand in the air. “Telling me to work harder. Something like that. Threatening me to do so. He's done that before with some others.”
“Hm…That’s not weird at all.”
Demetria laughed.
“That’s how these people are. They like to keep people on the edge. After all, we live in a place that makes children pay for the sins of their fathers.”
Lyla remained silent.
“So what do you want to do?” she said. “In the future?”
“My parents want me to continue work in the Capitol. Move my way up to the cabinet to show I am more than deserving of my place,” she scoffed a little. “I reckon if they couldn’t pay my way there, my parents would have me sleep with the President to get there.”
Even though she was of age she knew she was still immature, a child entirely under her parent's control.
“Demetria – don’t say that,” Lyla said shocked.
Maybe it was shocking to Lyla, hardworking but a little sheltered. Though she could say the same about herself, Demetria knew her parents had no limits to how they would use their children. She doubted anyone here did.
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