call me out [open post]

[nohometown]

1. Pick a character, any character. Character list is over here. If there's another former character of mine you'd really like to play with, let me know, and I'll see what I can do.

2. Call them out with a comment below! Put their name in the subject line. Include a prompt or idea if you'd like, or leave a blank comment (though we may have to do some plotting first). If you'd like to write a prompt, but you're stuck for ideas, feel free to let me know, and I'll cook something up.

image: sculpture by e. kessels

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Kirei for the worst arranged marriage au

[baronetess]

( Their ceremony was brief. With few remaining family, and little patience for extravagance, preparations had been left in the hands of a wedding planner. She didn't even so much as "shop" for a wedding dress, so much as go with her tailor's recommendations. To Integra, this was simply another obligation. One intended to ease relations between England and The Holy Church. There would be no reception or honeymoon. She simply expected to return to her office the next day.

Of course, there was still a matter of consummation. Though she'd prefer not to dwell on the matter, the Queen demanded she produce an heir to solidify Hellsing's future. Another duty to the Crown, she supposed.

Once they've returned to the manor for the night, Integra leads Kirei up the staircase, hand in hand; perhaps the most physicality she's allotted him since the ceremony, itself. Not wanting to make any assumptions, she finds herself, asking aloud: )

Would you prefer your own room for tonight?

( They hardly knew one another, after all. The last thing she wanted was for him to be uncomfortable. )

kiritsugu; the shameless smut option

[baronetess]

( Domesticity hardly came to Integra naturally. Being robbed of a childhood at twelve and sworn to a life of duty left little time to herself— yet alone interpersonal relationships, and thoughts of romance were often contained to the occasional novel.

It was difficult to ignore the way she felt about Kiritsugu, however. A man she found at once charming, yet infuriating. Though she admired his wit, his ideals, and his utilitarian lifestyle, it was a trial to make him recognize the value in himself. Often failing to dissuade him from taking on difficult missions alone, or seeing him return to her battered and bloodied. She was ever relentless, however, eventually convincing him to take up employment under her organization. Providing him room and board inside her manor, with a generous wage, in exchange for his assistance targeting vampires and other supernatural entities across the UK.

On this night, it was a rare moment of peace for her. Attacks on civilians seemed to wane over the course of the past couple of weeks, and she'd returned from one of the Queen's parties moments earlier. For now, she's resting her head against Kiritsugu's shoulder on the settee, donning a slinky burgundy dress, and nursing a glass of wine in hand. She'd placed a glass out on the coffee table for him as well, though for now, remains untouched. )

Join me, won't you?

( She asked invitingly, slight hint of a giggle in her voice. At this rate, he may need to carry her off to bed. )