#Alucard x the queen

[zestyaahbutler]

That scene where Alucard and the queen interact made me so giddy the first time I watched Hellsing. It's one of the reasons why Alucard and her is like my top ship for him.

Imo there is something so special about how despite not ending up with someone due to your role in politics/influence, your love for them never ceases. An immortal being that is caught up in the beauty of seeing you matured and full of life experiences when they met a version of you that didn't have all of that. I don't think he'd let anyone hold him that gently. I know that Alucard is a whore but I'd like to believe that the look in his eye to her was pure love and tenderness.

[moliathh]

sometimes i think about how much seras resembled both alucard and integra and teared up a little Oh thats their daughter right there

[zestyaahbutler]

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Since I haven't posted alot of my work, here are my wips that I am too shy to polish and post in full! Some may be a tad nsfw! :)

3. Small Lotte and Walter Oneshot called Nächtlicher Rauch

She was going to get up soon. Just not when the bed cradled every part of her body perfectly. The sheets of the mattress that rubbed up against her cheek felt like heaven. Just when she noticed this, she also felt something tickle the hand she had just put down. It was soft. It was his hair. His locks were the color of ink. Her own hair resembled his yet it was somehow more interesting. Her fingers twirled small strands around her index finger, pulling it away and letting it fall back down. Her aimless activity continued. Careful to not let her indulgences be known, she avoided any knots. She looked back to his sleeping expression to see a single string out of order with his part. Being the German she is, an urge to get it back in order pushed her to get it back in place. Just when her hand was hovering over his face, the most peculiar thing occurred. A smile. It wasn’t obvious but it was certainly there. The corners of his lips that twitched up went back into place. It couldn’t have been a coincidence. She just had to test him once more. Combing some of the hair to reveal the left side of his face, she went in for her attack. Slow and tortuously she inched closer till she blew a soft breeze onto the back of his left ear which trailed down to his neck. Walter sat up like a rocket.

“You aren’t very good at acting,” Lotte commented bluntly. He covered the part she had blown on as if it was an open wound. The hand was too distracted to cover any of the deep blush that had formed in his cheeks

“Apparently so” he admitted with a sigh. Even if it was just a second, the sensation of what Lotte did seemed to linger.

“Do you have anything to say?” The German girl questioned. The question puzzled him till he pieced the missing word she had forgotten. 

“Maybe, would you care explaining whatever it was that you were doing earlier?” His wording suggested an exchange if she managed to admit what she was up to before. 

“I was checking if you were asleep… or dead”

“That’s…that’s bullshit,” He scoffed.

“Oh so I should just let you die and not help you?”

2. Walter oneshot with him meeting a rather mysterious prostitute

He wasn’t in the city for a mission, to grab cigarettes, or even fetch Arthur something. Instead it was for a much more selfish want. A want to have a woman for his most basic needs. His neck stiffened and almost cramped at the idea of running into anyone he possibly knew on his journey to find a brothel but knew the thought was highly unlikely to come to fruition. Walter while deeply entrenched in his own thoughts came to a stop at an intersection in which cars were currently passing through. It was enough time for his anxiety to push his hand into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. Muscle memory served him well and before he was aware, the paper-wrapped tobacco sat between his lips. As final part of his routine he went to light it. Just as he finished igniting it, a figure formed in the corner of his eye. 

A young woman, rather petite with ghostly pale locks that coiled and curved all the way down to her hips. The length of her hair gave him plenty of an excuse to analyze the generous bosom that was hugged by an emerald blouse down to the black calve-length skirt which complimented the shape of her birthing hips. 

Rather impressed with the form, a sift of smoke escaped him. 

“You like what you see?” A soft voice bothered. He quickly locked up to see the pale eyes of that woman staring at him. An apology crossed his mind before he swatted it. 

“I do,” he admitted, a smirk forming as he pinched the cigarette and took it away for a much deeper breath out. She flashed him a smile of approval to how honest he was with her. “What about you?” 

“Hmmm, you aren’t bad.” Her tone was coy and laced with sarcasm. He chuckled a little at this, dropping his current activity to the ground before putting it out by grinding it under his shoe. 

“That right?” She shook her head yes. The cars pass and the two make their way across the street, continuing to walk alongside each other. 

Alucard x the queen smut snipbit (i wrote this long ago as part of the initial joke so its not super polished but I love some of the parts, it would take place in 1945).

“It’s sufficient,” He assured, his large hands went up to take hold of her hips. No pulling, just cradling them in place while she had him pinned down. She could feel her insides flutter, this was in no way how his usual handling of her went. “Now that you have me trapped, I can’t help but wonder what you have in store for me~” Alucard sounded like how velvet would feel. It pleaded for her next move or words. He furthered this by letting his thumbs graze over her sides. His palms practically took up the entirety of her hips. His eyes traced themselves around what he was groping and up to the white blouse that hugged her bosom. “Do you feel like I’ve been teasing you too much?” He adored how such a small woman had such power over him. She could have him in the palm of her hand, yet she only asked for his company. Her kindness was unimportant but he wouldn’t know how to live without it if it was ever taken away from him. He loved his gentle Elizabeth but also wanted to remind her of what he really is. “As a princess, you have a right to do whatever you please to me.” 

“Alucard..” she could only whisper. His innuendo did not fall short on her in the slightest.

Thanks for letting me throw up some of my sins nuclear! I appreciate being included in this :D I look forward to seeing everyone else's stuff.

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3.

The minute parting of her lips and ruby red dust on her cheeks burn her expression into his memory and he knows that he’ll savor it over and over again. A big bad wolf and his sweet little bunny, living in their cottage in the woods with a floor of wildflowers. Better yet, it’ll be the same little spot that Briar teaches their kids the magic to weaving branches with flowers and Barrett will get to sit and watch over them, alert for threats to keep them safe. That’s almost as strong an urge as the hunt, now, and he wonders how he could ever deny it. He’d lay his life down for this woman without a second thought.

(May Day Celebration, Briar/Barrett, OCxOC, thanks Rotten)

2.

He follows not long after, trailing just far enough behind he can enjoy the way her skin seems to glow in the humid air before she takes a couple long strides and flings herself off the end of the dock. Contrary to his training and previously rigid life, he just dumps his clothes in a pile beside hers and follows her lead: taking wide strides until he reaches the end of the dock and vaults himself into the air, landing with a splash that swamps over her just as she surfaces.

Even then she laughs and they chase each other throughout the lake, strokes and splashes kicking up ripples that disturb the view of heaven overhead. He feels young again with her, cool water caressing his skin and giving him the illusion that, for one night, it was just them in their prime and all the privacy in the world in all the ways he’d craved before the violence of his life dragged him in.

(Midnight Dip, Claire/Hans, OCxCanon)

“No!” Briar squeezes his hand in hers, taking him seriously. “I’m knitting so we can curl up in it together. It's warmer that way.”

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His eyebrows push together and he wrinkles his nose at her, seriously questioning her judgement, before he gives up and decides it’s at least in his favor for now. “Are you knitting that blanket so that you can stay warm without me?” He cracks a dry smirk at his own joke.

“If you insist,” he says, smile falling back into neutrality.

"You're not going to make me leave soon, are you?" Briar’s hand in her knitting tightens.

It’s Barrett’s turn to squeeze the hand he holds. "No, you'll always have a spot in my den, bunny."

In Briar’s ears, the sound of the television drowns out and her heartbeat picks up. Her sweater and the half-made blanket in her lap are stiflingly hot and yet not warm enough. It leaves her fingers twitching and her gaze searching Barrett’s calm face. "Don't say that or I may never leave."

"All the more reason for me to say it over and over again."

(Dreams, Briar/Barrett, OCxOC, thanks again Rotten!)

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Alucard getting some wifey kisses

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Speculative Vampire Biology Headcanons

Hey y'all! I'm still foundering over Queen of the Night 2, so please accept this lore dump as my humble offering. These are just my interpretations and added world building for my AU. Please don't take these too seriously!

Vampires are cold blooded. The ability to produce body heat is a gift only living creatures can possess. This makes unlife a delicate balancing act. Sunlight kills, and nights get cold. The spring, summer and early autumn nights are the best times for midians, and their religious events revolve around the changing seasons. Blood (and blood magic) freezes just like any other liquid. Dangerous ice crystals will form in the bloodstream and slowly damage the heart, thus killing the vampire just as effectively as a good stake. (Think of it like losing one hit point every few minutes.) To combat this, vampires will enter a semi-conscious state of torpor. Their hearts will stop beating and their metabolisms slow to a near halt. Of course, torpor isn't hibernation. You have to know where your enemies are, after all. Winter turns the hungry undead into opportunistic predators, killing whatever wanders too close to their resting places. Most midian cultures recognize winter solstice as the halfway mark of torpor season, and gregarious cultures will usually celebrate with food and drink for the longest night of the year before going back to sleep. Vampires are more often than not solitary, but will still wake a handful of times to feed themselves so they don't starve. Keep your vampires warm and dry!

Super-senses are a pain in the ass. Part of this one is me projecting hard, but hypersensitivity would be a colossal drag. Loud noises, flashing lights, and strong smells would be extremely off-putting for a fine-tuned predator. Vampires toting firearms is rare. Alucard is able to handle it because most of his powers are sealed away. He learned to keep his nerves dulled after years of experimentation, so while he can feel pressure, he cannot feel the pain of getting dismembered, changes in temperature, or getting delicately touched without consciously lowering his guard. (The man needs a lot of TLC. Hug the vamp.) Seras has to learn what her limits are the hard way. Flashing lights and the scent of garlic give her migraines. Sheets have to be smooth and silky or they irritate her skin. Her showers have to be a specific temperature or she throws off her delicate homeostasis, and soap has to be for sensitive skin. It's hard to be itchy when you suddenly have claws. Dog whistles and wool clothes are low-effort torture. The sensitivity isn't limited to physical stimuli, but holy ones too. Silver on bare skin feels like getting electrocuted. Holy water is like molten acid. Hearing scripture quoted makes their heads pound. Be gentle with your vampires!

No bathroom breaks. This only applies to vampires in this AU. Because their diets are limited to liquids only, vampire digestion is weird. A lot of their human organs are no longer needed and shrivel up inside them. They use blood magic for everything, from regrowing body parts to blinking their eyes. Once all the magic potential is drained from a drop of blood, it's excreted as sweat. Another cursed fact: since solids are indigestible, swallowed flesh and bone must be expunged like owl pellets. It's unsightly and considered bad manners to do this in front of other vampires. Normal feeding aftermath looks like an anemic corpse. A very, very hungry vampire's prey looks more like a shriveled, fleshy prune. A tarantula bolus is the most apt comparison. Efficiency was key when Andras redesigned humans into vampires, so yes, even their sweat is useful to them. All vampire magic and blood smells uniquely like the vampire it's sourced from, blood sweat included. This means clothes, possessions, lairs, and even loved ones will smell like the vampire that claims them. Pheromones are also dispersed through sweat, and can convey intent. (Part of being a Night Queen means Seras' powers are exponentially stronger than a regular midian's. Her pheromones in QotN can be picked up hundreds of kilometers away and are strong enough that humans can smell them. This is not normal.) If a vampire is touchy with you, you belong to them. Mated pairs are practically joined at the hip when they can be together, taking comfort in their combined scents. Unfortunately, because the byproducts of vampire biology and magic are still made of human blood, they are considered a biohazard and can spread disease to living humans. All of the Manor's blood bags have to be disposed of like medical waste. The vampires have their own blood storage fridge. In the 30-year gap, tidying Seras' room required servants to wear disposable gloves, and vacuuming requires a respirator.

4. Posturing.

These dorks are cat-coded. They sleep in boxes and can't swim, ffs. Vampires can manipulate their clothing to make themselves more intimidating. It appears as if capes, long coats, dresses, and draping fabric will sway in a breeze no one else can feel, but the breeze is just blood magic channeled into their outfits. Alucard uses this flex excessively.

This behavior falls into one of three categories:

a. Tarantula threat pose- the vampire is displaying their power against smaller enemies. Fangs are out, capes are flapping, and there's usually hissing involved.

b. Halloween cat- The vampire is posturing for an adversary. Hair will usually join the magical breeze. Jaws will snap and claws will grow out. If it's a 1v1 fight, the pair often caterwaul alongside issuing threats.

c. Peacock's tail- If the vampire's powers are flexed outside of an imminent fight, it's often a courtship display. You want a partner that's physically capable of defending you, after all. If Alucard's feeling flirtatious, he'll probably be shapeshifting, fighting with his hands, or bringing back prey for his beloved to eat.

While tendrils are common, growing hands and eyes out of them is not. It requires a lot of concentration to make so many fingers move naturally. Forming dozens of eyes is easy, but using them to see is even more challenging than extra hands. More than that--eyes are a redundancy when you have a mystical third eye at your disposal. It's a power play, and Alucard is all about showing off.

5. Effects on humans

Living with a vampire has its drawbacks. For example, telepathy is migraine inducing. Unless you're a thrall, it's gonna hurt any time a stranger shoves their thoughts into your brain.

If said vampire has claimed the structure you share, the walls are full of tendrils as a way to mark their territory. This is conducive to the feeling of being watched, even if the vampire isn't paying attention. The hypervigilance this feeling creates in humans leads to fatigue, paranoia, and insomnia. Whether these symptoms are part of a psychosomatic response or caused by someone's literal lifeforce being drained unintentionally is unclear.

As a side note: You never want to invite a vampire inside unless you have a death wish. Outside of your dehydrated demise, you would also be handing over all the natural shadows in your house for the vampire to manipulate to their liking. It's basically handing over your head and a power up on a silver platter.

As stated above, vampires mark their territory with blood magic and sweat. If that vampire were inclined to protect you, thrall or not, you would be marked. If any regular platoon were to march into midian territory, they would be gutted on the spot. Because Hellsing troops have a hint of Seras' scent on them, they can get much closer to midian settlements before the locals become agitated.

Every human that stays within the manor walls must undergo thorough physicals bimonthly to check for blood-borne illnesses. Normally a vampire can sniff this out, but Integra is a stickler for record keeping. If any illnesses are found, the soldier is either honorably discharged or transferred to another branch of the military.

New recruits can choose to have a "V-DNR" on their record if they don't want Seras to heal them in battle. Those that allow her to do so reap some rewards, but the consequences of this are still unknown...

And there you have it! This is a sample of the kind of stuff that I keep in my "lore dump" document. I'm happy to share more at some point.

Thoughts and constructive criticism are appreciated.

[zevanthsnecromancy]

Hellsing Ultimate

Romanian Vampire King marries his boss

she's technically the vampire Queen now

[kiatheinsomniac]

──── 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i'll love you forever if anyone knows what the title is a quote from. anyway, i was craving primal, desperate, bloody sex with alucard so here it is 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, NSFW content, smut, biting, marking, blood drinking, oral (fem. receiving), overstimulation (male and fem.), men whimpering and moaning

A desperate noise leaves your lips as his fangs sink into your neck. There’s pain but a rush of pleasure too as his canines withdraw and his lips wrap gently yet eagerly around the wound, your blood pooling on his tongue, sluicing down his throat, staining his teeth red and pink. And when he kisses you, it’s with a mouth of heat and copper and yet it’s not off-putting in the slightest as his tongue slides against yours and he then buries his face in your neck again, lapping at the punctures over your throat, warm breath panting against your bloody skin. 

A moan leaves his lips and your hand tangles in his gossamer hair, the ends darkened and stuck together where they’ve swiped through the blood on your bodies. He’s not the only one leaving marks through as your other hand is scratching angry, vengeful lines down his back. He’s on top of you, nestled between your soft thighs, the insides which are already painted with fang punctures and love bites, having been thoroughly pampered and prepared with his skillful tongue before he even considered taking his own pleasure for you. 

His heart might be slower than yours but every beat of it belongs to you so as your pulse thrums through your veins like a storm, he listens to its flutters and feels the warmth of its work on his tongue. His alabaster skin is also smeared with the red liquid. Your life isn’t like his: it’s warm, red, brief and he wants to worship it. Your life flowing from your broken skin isn’t unappreciated at all and you’ll be treated like a queen of queens after this but for now he wants to love every part of you, of your nature, to feed from you if only to prove how his immortal life rests in your living hands. 

Your thighs squeeze his narrow waist, heels digging into his back to push him deeper into where he’s pumping in and out of your welcoming, wet walls. Between your flowing blood and arousal, your bodies meet with repeated wet smacks and he looks at you with lidded eyes the colour of winter sun. He’s beautiful – unspeakably so – and it only makes you pull him into another kiss, your tongue sliding past his fangs and tasting the bitterness of your blood and arousal that’s filled his mouth. 

The kiss breaks and he rests his forehead against yours, brow pinched in pleasure as he thrusts into you, stretching you sweetly as his tip kisses your cervix each time, hips angled to reach each sweet spot of yours along the way to keep those sweet moans and whines pouring past your bloodied lips. His breath mingles with yours and a whimper squeezes out of his pale throat. 

“You’re so warm… so, so warm.” He props himself up with a hand on the headboard and looks down at your writhing figure beneath him, breasts bouncing enticingly with each firm smack of his hips against yours. “I want to see you come again, I want to feel it.” His eyes are watery with how overwhelmingly good he feels, crystalline drops clinging to his long lashes. His other hand ventures down to your clit where he begins to rub sticky hearts, pressing down on the sensitive button to feel your walls clench around him. “So pretty… you’re so pretty, my love.” He sighs out when you throw your head back and he feels the way you tighten on his cock. 

He wants to keep on looking over you like this but he can’t resist the crimson splashed over your throat like sweet syrup and his tongue is lapping at the punctures he’s left in your flesh again. 

“Come for me, darling.” He coaxes, voice slightly muffled with the tip of his tongue still on your warm skin, “Come on my cock and show me your prettiest self.” He smiles when your moans go up in pitch and he can feel your thighs squirm and tense. With his one hand, he keeps on pressing and rubbing your clit, rapidly flicking the pads of his fingers over it, but the other goes to the back of your knee, pressing on it to hold you open so that you cannot close your legs when the pleasure washes over you. You wouldn’t be able to close your legs with him between them anyway but he wants an unobstructed view of your pussy swallowing his cock over and over so that he can see how you’ve made a halo of cream at his base, length shining with how much he can turn you on, the insides of your thighs smudged with blood and darkened with love bites. 

“A-Adrian, please.” You cry out as you begin to tremble and all that pressure building up in your belly finally collapses in on itself, sending utter bliss washing through your body. He bites you again, over your breast this time, and lets out a muffled moan of his own. You’re contracting so tightly around him that it’s got his hips stuttering and everything about you from your feel to your looks, your sounds, your scent, your taste has him going right over the edge with you. A whimper escapes him as he slows down his steady but firm pace, now just grinding into you as he pumps you full of warm cum. He leans down over you more and shifts your hips so that it’s less likely for it to spill out of you. 

You’re both pushed to your most sensitive states but he doesn’t care and continues to grind into that soft spot of yours with his tip over and over and over, pulling soft, wet noises from your fluttering walls. He fucks his cum deeper into you, not wanting a drop to spill from your body for now and yet he’s already anticipating the sight of seeing it leak from you when he pulls out. Alucard’s body feels as though it’s on fire with the overstimulation settling into his being and yet he’s enjoying you far too much to care and with those beautiful tears prickling the corners of your glittery eyes, he can’t find it in himself to stop. 

He nuzzles into your bloodied neck as his arms wrap around your back, pulling you close to him and encouraging your spine into an arch. You’re trembling like a leaf in the wind but he’s right there with you, desperate sounds slipping past bloodied lips for the both of you. Eventually, he reaches the pinnacle of that sweet fire in his veins and he finally goes still. He presses a kiss to your collarbone reverently and then slowly pulls out, mindful of how sensitive the both of you are. Just as anticipated, he’s blessed with the sight of your puffy pussy that glistens with your juices and leaks his thick ropes of cum, framed by your pretty thighs that he’s bruised with his mouth and punctures with his teeth, smudged with blood. 

He lays down beside you and pulls you into his arms, bodies damp with sweat and blood. You curl up against his toned, scarred chest and he’s holding the most precious thing in the world. He smooths your hair back and away from your face, lips pressing to your forehead as he closes his eyes, coming down from his high. He cups your cheek and then kisses that next.

After around ten minutes, he gets up to begin doting on you like royalty. You deserved every bit of pleasure he was capable of giving and now you deserve every ounce of care. 

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No Life Queen

Alucard X Fem Reader

SMUT! MDNI

CW: vampires, established relationship, secrecy, reader is a vampire, reader has hair, brief mentions of canon typical violence/gore, cursing, pet names, praise, biting, brief mention of alcohol, bl00d drinking, mentions of bl00d, p in v, unprotected seggs, cream 🥧, mention of 0ral (fem receiving), reader works for Hellsing Organization, slight ooc Alucard, smut with fluffy ending, p0rn w/o plot, p0rn with feelings, possible grammar or spelling errors, HEAVILY proof read

A/N: I know this will likely be for a niche audience, but in my opinion there isn’t enough about this lovely man on this app I don’t think. In the spirit of Halloween (and for being down bad for him for an entire decade) I felt it was appropriate! I hope you all enjoy. Happy spooky season to you all! ♥️

The sounds of your joyous laughter and sweet voice could be heard from the dimly lit lair, resonating from deep within the winding depths of the vast Hellsing estate as you laid next to your vampiric lover. Your body lay bare, save for the silk red sheets wrapped around you to afford you a semblance of decency and warmth from the bitterly cold air. He had no need for a bed, he spent so long sleeping in the dank, dark depths of the basement which he calls home, or within the confines of his well built, ornate coffin but it was a luxury you loved, so without hesitation he had one placed there for you. All under the guise of him simply “being curious” as to how modern beds feel. He knew well how they felt, he’d taken on his fair share of lovers in the past, and those nights where he would sneak into your room to be with you during the fleeting beginning stages of your budding romance. So he wasn’t ignorant to how they felt, but he felt it was a good enough excuse to give should anyone dare ask why. Your hair sat pooled against the well-decorated pillowcases for the pillows he only kept around for you, freed from its usual ties whilst on duty. You hummed lightly and happily as your hand rested against his broad chest, looking up at him with all the love in the world as a smile danced across your sweet, kiss swollen lips. You regarded Alucard with your whole heart, and never anything less. You knew well that your lover was a man that possessed unfathomable amounts of power, and harnessed the capabilities to slaughter those whom he wished in the mere blink of an eye. Yet with you, he was anything but those terrible things that others knew him for. With you, the vampire king was no longer the monster others claimed him to be. With you, he was no longer a creature to be feared, no longer a servant to exercise his master’s bidding. With you, it was the closest he’s ever felt to being human again in centuries because in your presence, he was nothing more than a man who was so emphatically in love with the woman that was lying before him. And in your eyes, you could never see him as anything less than perfection, for he’s never afforded you anything less.

He delighted in the sensation of your soft, gentle touch that only you could offer him in such a pleasurable way. Longing to feel your much smaller hands pressed against his cold, pale, and unblemished skin. Yearning for the way your fingers stroked through his long, raven black locks with such affection that left him like putty in your very hands. He enjoyed how your hand, despite its now cold nature compared to the warmth you once held when you were human, would cup his cheek with such gentle serenity. How you would handle him as if he were made of porcelain, as if he was the one that was easy to shatter. No one had ever held him in such a gentle way before, touched his skin with such feather-light placidity, knowing only what it’s like to have held others in such a fashion but never had the sentiment been returned to him in kind until he’d met you. He was downright addicted to the tender caress of your thumb stroking his jaw, as if tracing his edges like he was chiseled from the finest but most fragile stone. You looked upon him like a work of art, as if he were crafted skillfully by the hands of a master artisan then given the gift of life. He was breathtaking, and to think that you were the one lucky enough to have enthralled him, to have captured his heart, was truly remarkable. He would argue however that he was the one truly fortunate enough to have earned your respect, to have earned your love and praise. He needed it from no one else aside from you, anyone else’s thoughts or opinions be damned. His servitude may be to Integra, but his true fealty was to you.

Your crimson eyes stared into his vermillion ones as if he were the man who hung the very stars that freckled the night sky. He cherished you, adored you, worshipped you even. You with your undying love and most pure of affections. You were unreal to him, ethereal almost. Like a goddess who descended the heavens and was somehow captivated by such a pitiful creature such as himself. Granting him such unwavering kindness, such unrelenting generosity that he felt as if he did not deserve. He could hardly believe at times that someone as kind, someone as gentle as you existed in a world that had always proven so cruel, let alone that you could ever fall in love with a fiend like him. Someone who held so much bitterness towards the world, someone with such an affinity for danger, violence and gore. You were polar opposites, yet strikingly similar all the same. He would never take it for granted however, because even on his worst days, you were always there. You were always the comforting light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. The grounding anchor to his ship that sailed an unrelentingly raging sea. You were his peace, his serenity, sitting with your arms outstretched for him to rest between, and ever ready to listen and share in his burdens whatever they may be.

No one knew of the romance you and the vampire king shared, not even Sir Integra herself knew about it. It was a well guarded secret that lay only within the confines of his room, and the rare but fleeting moments you were granted when you were alone and away from any prying eyes or ears. Your meetings always started out the same, and even remained the same to this day. A routine of you sneaking off from your room and into the halls at night, under the guise of delivering to him his meal. No one ever suspected it to be a rouse. Much less an act to allow you to get closer to your lover, using the sanguine nectar as a means to spend time with him where you would have the utmost privacy. In fact, the guards who were normally placed on that duty thanked you for taking their place, unable to bring themselves to make the cold, unsettling trek down to the depths where he resided. Therefore you had no one to send you questioning glances, or overhear any suspicious whispers. To them, you were a vampire who simply wasn’t afraid of him or his capabilities. No one else dared get close to his chambers however, some even going as far to tell tales of those who never made it back alive from the treacherous journey, or of his ravenous hunger to scare anyone who may be new to the estate and don’t quite know of him yet. Many complained that they felt as if there were eyes in the very walls surrounding them, watching as they made their descent into the darkness that was his place of rest, or even just through out the day during their shifts and as they would wander around through the vast hallways. He struck fear into the hearts of many, especially into those of mortal kind, but to you, he was just Alucard.

“You are a most delicious sight like this, Draga mea” he praised as the sheet you lay beneath began to slide down just a tad, revealing some of your bare frame to the frigid air of his den. His eyes raked across your body each time as if it was the first time he was seeing you, making you hum appreciatively at the compliment and the term of endearment spoken in his native tongue. You felt as his large hand began to glide along the curvature of your hip and the dip of your waist with a feather light touch, sending goose flesh to raise along your skin. “If you wish to feed from me, you know you need only ask” you teased with a grin, knowing his compliment came from a genuine place, but your romance was built on humor and trust. He knew better than to think you’d only regard his words in a manipulative manner. “Well if my queen is offering herself to me, how could I say no to such kindness?” He quipped in return, making you chuckle as he placed strategic, searing kisses along the column of your neck, being sure to strum each sensitive spot before kissing down your shoulder and trailing down your arm. You giggled softly as he made his descent, grabbing your hand in his much larger one before turning it over and placing a soft kiss to your wrist just above your pulse point. “Is a whole bottle no longer enough to sate you, my dear? I can have them procure more for you, you need only say the word” You asked, half teasing, half genuine. Your tone filled with concern and playfulness in a harmony that only could ever come so blissfully from you. A melodic language only spoken between the two of you and the two of you alone. “Shall I frighten them with the tales of your insatiable appetite? Perhaps that would persuade them to donate more” you volunteered, making him give a hearty laugh in reply. “How I cherish the thought of you frightening them with such a tale” he responded, making you giggle as you pictured the horrified facial expressions and terrified trembles you would receive in reply. “But in truth, bottle proves nowhere near as appetizing to me when compared to the taste of you at the height of euphoria. The adrenaline coursing through you, the sweetness of its taste is better than any wine could ever offer. Even the most decadent ambrosia pales in comparison to you, Draga mea” He continued, sweet talking you in that deep, baritone voice that always left your heart racing and a fire dwelling within the depths of your core. He always knew just the right words to say, both a blessing and a curse in its own right. His response earned a hum of amusement from you. “I was too caught up in the fire that was in your gaze to have gotten a taste of you. I was afraid should my attention falter, the beast within you would relinquish” he added, his lips finding their way to the column of your neck, his nose brushing against the sensitive spots there to rise gooseflesh to your skin, his lips just barely ghosting where your pulse would typically reside. You tilted your head to the side to allow him better access, allowing him free rein of your throat to do as he pleased. “Suffice to say, our shared feast left me quite…distracted” he finished, laying more searing kisses to your neck, making you hum and moan softly in approval, telling you all of his reasons why you should allow him to feed from you. His eagerness made you giggle as you recalled the way you were seated on his lap just moments ago, warming his cock and soon riding him as you both shared in feeding one another glasses of the sanguine liquid that once filled the now empty bottle. Your hands found their way to the back of his head and neck, keeping him in place as a show to continue his ministrations as your eyes fluttered shut with bliss. “Perhaps I should speak of your insatiable hunger” you teased, making him groan and chuckle into the crook of your neck as he kept himself pressed tightly against you.

“Have you another problem needing resolved already, my dear? We’ve hardly had enough time to enjoy the afterglow yet” you teased, making him grin as he detached himself from you to defend himself. “I hadn’t heard you complaining whilst you were seated on my tongue, or how quickly things carried on from there after I brought you to such dizzying climax twice from it” he bit back playfully, his fangs peaking from his wide, cocky grin. “And why ever would I? There certainly isn’t anything to complain about” you replied, flashing your fangs in a grin that mirrored his own making him hum in reply, satisfied with your response but amused all the same. How cute those fangs looked nestled into your already gorgeous smile. Something so perfectly wicked entwined with someone so preciously sweet. How it brought him such joy that you now carried a piece of him with you wherever you went, and would for the rest of eternity. Knowing that anyone who dare step to you with harmful intentions, would see a bit of him in you. That they would see his power radiate from you, feel his threatening aura travel along side you like an omniscient deity. He couldn’t help the pride that swelled within him to know that he was not only your lover, but your protector. How it pained him to know that you would have to share in his agony of having to watch those around you that you cared about parish while you remain the same, that you would outlive those who held no super natural persuasion to stop the onward marching of time. Yet a slightly twisted, much darker side that resided deep within him, felt almost prideful in the way that his dark corruption snuck within you, tainting the otherwise pristine purity you usually carried. Like a white dress being stained red from the scarlet shades of blood pooling beneath its fabric, one could argue you were tainted, besmirched, ruined even. He would argue that you were even more beautiful than you were before. His perfect little love.

His no life queen

“You may indulge in me, but only if you ask nicely” you replied playfully, making him grin at your response but he would always heed your word for he never wished to displease you. He was a gentleman after all, where were his manners? “Would you kindly allow me to have my fill of you, dearest?” He asked, making you hum as if you had to actually give it any thought. You never did. The answer would *forever* be yes. “You may” you responded kindly, a giggle leaving you as you leaned closer to him, your noses brushing together before turning your head to allow your lips to intertwine once more. Your hand came to cup his cheek tenderly, in that oh-so-loving manner you always did. He could truly never get enough of you. Your lips danced upon each others with sensual warmth, tongues tangling together, fangs nicking lips with playful bites. Before long, his mouth descended upon your throat once again, his nose ghosting the sensitive skin and catching whiff of your intoxicating aroma before his tongue glided along his favorite spot. You tilted your head back to allow him more access, your eyes falling shut blissfully as you felt his tongue circle the junction between your neck and shoulder. The sheet by now had slipped from you fully, revealing your bare chest to the gelid temperature of his chambers, feeling your pebbled nipples pressed against his bare chest as your hands weaved into his hair. You waited for that moment with bated breath, for the icy prick of his fangs to pierce your skin, but instead were greeted by the distraction of his fingers diving down to your aching cunt. The pad of his finger worked slow, rhythmic circles against your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as a sweet sigh left your lips. “Alucard…” you moaned, making him groan deeply in response, the sound almost feral as it rumbled within his chest. He found himself salivating at the prospect of your flavor, at the overwhelming scent of your arousal mixed with his distinct musk. His hunger was hitting a fever pitch, finding it harder as the moments passed to contain himself and play with you to the full extent he wished to. You are his most delectable treat after all.

He groaned as your nimble fingers tangled within his long black hair, moaning and squirming from the pleasure being brought to you by just one of his fingers alone. It was pathetic almost, the way you were rendered to such madness, such utter hedonism with so little being offered to you, but it was nearly overwhelming all the same. “My precious queen, how deliciously sensitive you are for me” he remarked, a deep chuckle and a grin following his words as you gasped from the feeling of his fingers dipping inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once more, mouth agape in a silent wail as the tips of his fingers located your most vulnerable spots with practiced precision. “Alucard…” you sighed blissfully as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet, intimate kiss. You moaned into it, your fingers dragging along the sinew of his back leaving behind angry, red marks that you knew would only remain for a very short period of time. He groaned into your shared kiss, working his fingers into you with practiced expertise, being sure to tease that bundle of nerves deep inside of you with the pads of his long, nimble fingers. As his fingers would curl against your walls, his thumb was rubbing tight, methodical circles along your clit to bring you even closer to your release. “Fuck…” you moaned into the kiss, feeling that knot in the pit of your stomach begin to grow tighter with each stroke. Your hips began to buck against his fingers, riding them, chasing the euphoric friction that sent shock waves of pleasure through you. “Doing so well for me, fucking yourself on my fingers” he praised, looking down at the sight of you spread on his digits, listening to the sinful sounds of your slick granting him access to your very core. “Feels…s’ good” you managed to get out, making him chuckle at your pathetic reply. It didn’t take much to reduce you to near delirium, whether it be from his fingers, his tongue, his teeth or his cock, he was quite skilled in the many areas of your pleasure. “Cum for me, Draga mea. Sing for me” he encouraged, his lips once again finding that spot on your neck that always sent you reeling, waiting for the perfect moment to sink his teeth into you. Waiting for the telling signs that bliss was just around the corner for you.

Once his sharp fangs finally sank into the tender flesh of your neck, it was electric, sending you toppling over the edge into the most intense, nearly all-consuming orgasm. Pain and pleasure melded together in a wonderful memory of what it had felt like the first time his fangs pierced your skin, gulping down your sweet essence as he turned you. Electric pulses soared down through your spine, lighting your every nerve ending on fire in a sadistically sensual way that you only craved to feel from him. His eyes rolled beneath shut lids at the taste of you, gulping down your dulcet ichor yet remaining mindful enough to savor its flavor. He groaned into you at the taste, feeling the ache between his legs throb with vigor as your orgasm pulsed through your body. How he craved you so desperately in this moment. To be intertwined with you, lost in you and the woes of passion that entwines you. It appeared that he could wait no longer.

In the blink of an eye, the sheets were ripped from your grasp, exposing your body to his view once more. He needed you, and it was evident by the ever growing wetness in your core that you needed him too.

Once he’d had his fill he released his jaws from you, cleaning up the mess of your shoulder, and his lips, the best that he could with his tongue alone. You watched as his long, almost pointed tongue cleaned the remnants of your blood from his lips, but what he hadn’t noticed was the small trickle that cascaded from the corner of his mouth. Your fingers grasped his chin softly, allowing you to tilt and move his face as you needed. You smiled at him before you leaned up to collect the trail of crimson that dripped from the corner of his mouth onto your tongue. You hummed pleasantly before pulling him into a passionate kiss, wishing to taste more of your sweet decadence from his lips. You felt the grin rise to the corners of his mouth before you could see it, but upon drawing back, you saw the smeared red mess left behind. “How succulent you are” he stated, breaking the silence between you. “Only the finest for you, my king. Would you grant me an indulgence of you in return, dearest?” You asked, lying on your back beneath him now, making him laugh at such a meek question being asked in such a seductive tone. “As if I could ever deny you, my love” he replied, lining himself up to your entrance before slipping in slowly, allowing you to acclimate to his size. He watched your face twist with both pain and pleasure as he sheathed himself within you. It didn’t matter how many times you would share intimacy with him, his sheer size alone always left you with that bittersweet stretch as if it were your first time taking him in. He adored how your hair fell around the pillow beneath your head like a halo, how your chest rose and fell with each labored breath brought about by the pleasure he brought you once a pace was set. You were ethereal. He swore it. Perfect in ways he thought were impossible. Yet here you lay before him, scarlet eyes gazing up at him with wonder and lust but above all else;

Love.

His hips pistoned into you as he lowered himself to hover just above you, his large hands splayed out by the sides of your head. He watched you litter his skin with feather light kisses as you ascended up his arm to his neck, soon hovering over the same spot that he enjoyed feeding from you so often. His hips seemed to roll on their own, almost desperate, accord as your tongue dragged along the favored spot, leaving him to shiver with anticipation of when you would take from him. Much like Alucard, you had a tendency towards playfulness, enjoying the delightful shivers, and hedonistic groans as you would tease him, working him up to the blissful moment. One might say you like to play with your food. Your eyes flit to his own that rest behind shut lids, basking in the tightness and wet feel of your cunt wrapped so snuggly around him. You gave a grin before finally you sank your teeth into him, feeling his girth twitch and throb within you at the sounds you made as you fed from him. “That’s it, take from me. Take from me everything you need, my love. I am yours as you are mine” he rambled through his groans of pleasure, rutting into you deeply and reaching those spots within you that left your head spinning. He groaned at the mix or your moans that lay in harmony with the feral sounds of you feeding from him only working to further turn him on. The searing pain of your sharp fangs buried into his neck, mixing with the pleasure of your delicious cunt wrapped around him so perfectly left him nearly delirious.

Once you had finally detached yourself from him, he understood the appeal of the sight he had graced you with before, finding himself following your previous actions. His tongue traced the small stream of his blood that leaked from the corner of your lips, collecting it all before tangling his tongue with your own in a frenzied kiss. His hand grabbed at your thigh, propping your leg up against his hip to reach deeper within you. As if he wasn’t deep enough already, his tip bullying the apex of your cervix with each thrust. Had you a fertile human womb still, you’d worry about leaving his chambers pregnant from just how often you found yourselves tangled together within his sheets. “Draga mea…” he whispered lovingly against your lips as you gasped and moaned, your mind hazed and nearly blank as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the depths of his chambers. He watched as you writhed beneath him in ecstasy, how your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts. He simply couldn’t get enough of you. “You are perfection, my sweet” he praised, making you whimper as the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach began to grow tight, already so sensitive and worked up from him playing with you before. “Cum for me, my love. Delight me with your ecstasy” he cooed, watching you bite your lip and your face contort as you reached closer and closer to your breaking point. It was as his fingers reached down to toy with your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves that pushed you over the edge. Your body arched against his, a cry of bliss leaving your lips as your climax washed over you mercilessly. Your every nerve ending wrecked and body alight from the pleasure as you dug your nails into his back with a cry of his name. “How delicious you are” he replied, watching as your breaths grew labored, your chest rising and falling in tandem with each deep inhale then exhale as you made your descent from cloud nine. His movements began to lose their rhythm, signaling to you that his release was just around the corner. You smiled up at him, hand resting delicately on his cheek as he looked down upon you. “I love you” you whispered in declaration, earning a smile from him before causing him to lean down and take your lips in a heated kiss. He groaned into it as his seed painted your walls with each thrust, his hips moving with much more softness now than they had before, much slower, as he worked to bury every last drop within you, effectively marking you his. “I love you too, my queen” he replied, making you giggle happily as you shared in the intimate moment and passion filled kiss. You wrapped your arms around your vampiric lover, keeping him as close to you as possible, wishing to revel in the sacchar of your still conjoined bodies.

You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled from deep within you as he collapsed on top of you, his full weight baring down on you. You wriggled and fought to free yourself of his weight, yet try as you might, you also couldn’t help but find comfort in it. Peace in knowing that he felt safe with you to be this way, that he could be vulnerable and playful with you in ways he has never shared with anyone else. You ran your delicate fingers up and down the expanse of his back, effectively granting him a moment of much welcomed tranquility in your arms. If there was one thing in this entire world that he wished for most, he wished only to spend the rest of eternity this way, with love in his heart, and you to share it all with. With you, forever no longer felt so bleak. With you, eternal life felt as vivacious as mortal life, and he wouldn’t dare to dream of it any other way now that he had you beside him.

[tokoyamisstuff]

They're on the complete opposite ends of the Introvert-Extrovert spectrum lmao.

x gn! Reader | no warnings

Alucard:

"I have loved you for a hundred lifetimes, and I will love you for infinite times to come. So say yes; like you did 500 years ago, like you did 100 years ago...like you will when I find you again after this life."

Let's just say due to rebirth, this is not your first time around with this man, even though only he can remember. So he's very confident that you'll accept.

Will be very old-fashioned about his approach, because, well...he's old. Asks your family (or preferable friends) for their blessing, even though he doesn't really care. It's more symbolical than anything. Because no force, earthly or otherworldly, could keep him away from you either way.

The vampire is a drama queen and also a man of big gestures. Asks you in public, surrounded by your loved ones, and has thought every little detail through.

Later on he'll ask you in private again, just to be sure he didn't pressure you. Probably has a lot of keepsakes from your past lives to show and reminisce about.

Will make a very symbolic gift, such as his literal heart or an artifact able to kill him to symbolize how much you mean to him, and that his life wouldn't make any sense without you in it.

Anderson:

"Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame deep inside of me."

Song of Solomon 8:6 (modified)

With him it will come totally out of the blue, probably during an intimate moment the two of you share. You'll take an innocent stroll through the garden and he'd simply admire you tucking a flower behind your ear when he suddenly blurts out 'marry me'.

If your answer is yes he's absolutely flabbergasted. Instantly gets reduced to a stuttering, flustered mess. Like did he really just say that aloud? And you accepted?? What is happening?! Kiss him and the poor guy will have a short circuit.

This man is repressed and does not talk about what's going on inside of him at all - partly due to religious aspects, but mostly fear of your reaction shall you ever see how disturbed he truly is. Tries to explain his feelings for you through bible verses, obviously.

As soon as Heinkel and Yumie get wind of this they'll scold him severely for being so unromantic and ill-prepared. Convince him to wrap this up again, properly this time. He'll most likely involve the orphans into this, it'll be adorable. Falls onto one knee and solemny swears to protect and care for you until his dying breath, if that's truly what you wish.

When you're finally alone with each other he'll break down, opening up about how he had always cursed his twisted existence but how you changed his whole perception of life, and that he can finally allow himself to be happy at your side.

[unistaryo]

Limerence [Alucard (Hellsing) x Reader] Oneshot

summary: The reader, employed at Hellsing, wrestles with unrequited feelings for Alucard while grappling with their emotional turmoil during his absence on a mission.

//author's note:

Heyy!! This is the first fanfic that I've ever posted, so I hope you like it! (side note: if you think something could be improved please tell me)

The moon was at its peak, her long, ripped veil hiding the world at night, fearful of the uncaring sun, whose radiant, almost godly, presence destroyed everything that could not hide from it. What should he care? It’s not like humans will blame him for all the crimes committed in his light, not even his own. They need him to see the truth, after all. Who wouldn’t believe something they see clearly? Who wouldn’t want to know the truth he hides within himself, protected by the same costume that helps them so much? Perhaps that’s why the so-called monsters tried to uncover it, only to be punished, so they never dared to walk around its presence again.

 Only the forgiving queen, who always danced with her king, to help them forget their agony for a few hours. Maybe that is why she was also trying to protect me, hovering me with a piece of her veil. She sensed my agony, my despair. Where was my beloved now? Was he still alive? Of course, he is, you foolish human, he is almost as powerful as the sun. Probably he already finished his mission and is killing time elsewhere, away from this place, away from me. But why would he do something like that to someone who longs for him so much? No, why he wouldn’t? What am I to him but one of the many who desire him? Maybe I’m lucky if he sees me as a tool, a meal he might someday be approved to have. He isn’t even mine; I only think of him as so, letting him invade my mind. He probably doesn’t even think of me outside of the few interactions we have. Oh, Alucard, how I wish you knew my despair. How I wish you were beside me, your cold body warming against mine as I confess my deepest secrets to you, searching for relief. How I wish to protect you, to shower you with every pleasure you could imagine. How I wish to… to… have you beside me… But, all I can have are the stories I create to erase my loneliness and hide away the tears that, like now, are flooding my face…

 Maybe, someday, I won’t be alone, here, in my room, standing with my back on a wall facing the window, crying and waiting for his touch.

[yandereaffections]

Hellsing Masterlist

Alucard

Falling in love HC

Turning S/o into his No Life Queen

Headcannons

The 30 years hes gone

How Alucard approaches you

Integras view on your relationship

Fluff HC

How freetime is spent wth his S.o

Protecting his S/o from the hands of Millienium

Alexander anderson trying to ‘save’ his S/o

Pet names hc

Using Alucards last name

Affection HC

Domestic HC

Alucards Child reader unintentionally being a yandere magnet 

Seeing his child reader after 30 years

Turning his S/o HC

Darling offering their blood to Seras

S/o’s hopelessly in love with him

Darling who greets him with nose rubs and kisses

Asking why he gave Seras a choice to Turn but not you

After care HC

Christmas w/ Alucard HC

S/o suffering through their period 

Sick S/o

S/o who’s basically a bunny

Darling visiting their family outside the country

Darling who is agressive unless theyre being held

Amnesiac S/o 

Foreign s/o introducing him to their family

Parental Alucard finding out his kid is in a harem

Small and innocent darling

S/o having to stay in their native country for family emergency 

Human S/o who’s terrified of him

Anemic and hemophobic Darling

oblivious S/o

Arguing with Alucard

Comforting Alucard after a nightmare

Accidently upseting his crush

S/o getting hurt

Alucards reaction to Seras being obsessed with his S/o

Playing Hide and Seek

Bunny who fears and avoids him

Accompanying his Bunny on chores

Alucards reaction to a bleeding S/o

Bunny using his jacket as a blanket while waiting for him to get back

Making Alucard melt

Showing Alucard merchandise of himself

Managing to get him a present

S/o is a university student

Bunny w/ low self esteem 

Yandere Alphabet: H,K,T

Alucard reacting to someone romantically approaching his bunny

Yandere Alphabet: A,B,E,I,Q

Yandere Alphabet: L,S,X

S/os Neurodivergent 

Alucard reacting to Iscariot trying to take you away from him

Punishing s/o

Vladcard headcannon

Playing Tag

Comforting Alucard

What makes Alucard go Feral

Feeding from Bunnys blood

Taking him to your home

Telling Alucard hes apart of your family

Sleeping in a coffin with him HC

Getting Alucard a gaming console 

Iscariot managing to kidnap Bunny

Finding a newly turned vampire s/o

Scaring off rivals

Trying to escape cuddling with him for your classes/work

S/o wanting revenge but not being able to take the last step

Darlings accident prone

Taking a bullet for him

Hellsing Alucard meeting Castlevania Alucard

Trying to cheer up his bunny

Platonic Headcannons

Loving Alucards voice

S/o shifting into sleep when showing him something

Darlings going to the hospital due to a mission injury 

Platonic Cuddling Headcannons

Trying to get him into a new hobby

S/o whos too shy to sing in front of him

Darling who seems dead while sleeping

S/o who cares for everything including monsters

Taking in a stray after a mission

Play fighting with him

Trying to hide him in fear people would try to experiment on him

S/o struggling to stay up all night

Pulling him off to dance

Touch starved Headcannons

S/o who fears confined spaces & cant sleep in the coffin

Narcoleptic S/o

Abridged Alucard & Normal Alucard fighting over you

Abridged Alucard Headcannons

S/o a bunny hybrid

S/o is a singer/dancer

Running into a tourist S/o during a mission

Being invited to a Wedding on S/os side of the family

Abridge Alucard interacting with normal Alucard

S/o is all loopy from getting their wisdom teeth removed

S/o showing favoritism towards Abridge Alucard and normal Alucard

Polar opposite S/o

Punk S/o whos only soft to him

S/o with a Zuko scar looking birthmark

MtF S/o

S/o worrying their not good enough for him

S/o whose aggressively affectionate

Wanting to wash with Alucard

Scientist S/o who loves talking about their interest

Human S/o who was experimented on and now has powers

Baskerville loves Alucards S/o

Giving him positive reinforcement 

Bunny likes to serenade him

Selectively mute S/o saying “I Love You” for the first time

Preference to the job at Hellsing S/o has

Getting caught in crossfire and being turned by a enemy vampire

Small buff s/o

Confessing to him first

College student S/o tied up in a bunch of college stress

Celebrating his Birthday

Taking him sight seeing in your home town

Taking S/o on a date to the aquarium 

“You look so cute―scared and shaking under my touch.”

“You’ve been so good for me. Don’t ruin it like this.”

Succubus S/o

S/o learning romanian 

Scary movies

Naga HC

Siren S/o

S/o gives him lil knicknacks from their home country

Biting him back

Bunny being the big spoon

Abridge Alucards ginger S/o being called “soulless”

Alucards ginger S/o being called “Soulless”

Yandere Alphabet D,F,H

Gamer/streamer S/o

S/o from our world appearing infront of the hellsing manor

Newly transformed Vampire S/o likes biting him as affection

Seras Victoria

Platonically obsessed with Alucards S/o

Reaction to Alucard turning his S/o (platonic)

Falling in love with Alucards S/o

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing

Headcannons

Walter

Headcannons

Pip 

Headcannons

Alucard

NS FW HC

Somnophila HC 

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Alucard and Abridged Alucard x s/o Threesome

[zestyaahbutler]

Fandoms: Hellsing, Hellsing Ultimate

Relationship: Alucard/The Queen(Hellsing)

Characters:Alucard(Hellsing), The Queen (Hellsing)

Tags: fluff, cute, vampire, hellsing-freeform, Alucard-freeform, first meetings, world war II, third person, Elizabeth II-Freeform, 1940s

Language:English

It is 1941, the Germans are bombing London. What is Elizabeth doing? Well, she is staying in Windsor Castle and there is an elaborate party happening. Thoughts of the state of Britain loom over her. The party has all a girl her age could ask for; drinks, handsome suitors trying to win her heart, and plenty of entertainment. Yet it's all so overwhelming. She escapes into a dark unattended hallway to collect herself but finds out that something has been waiting for her.

[autumnaaltonen]

How do you think Alucard would react to first meeting reader that is a demon queen (like muzan with different forms and could go out into the sun) and is also integra's bsf and is also as powerful as him!! 😧❗

Alucard x Demon Queen! Reader

Alucard went missing for 30 long years, which may seem like nothing from his perspective, but for Sir Integra, he missed the most formative years of her life.

Sure, she's a natural leader, powerful government official, and overall force to be reckoned with, but she did miss having a pet hurricane by her side. Seras is far too obediant for her own good.

So when the opportunity to become aquainted with little ol' you came along, she didn't hesitate.

Like Alucard, you were also a supernatural being granted with the powers of Hell and dark magic, but you occupied a different undead department entirely. While Alucard is King of the vampires, you were more like the Queen of the demons, undead beings born in Hell, rather than created on Earth.

You had minions all over the planet, disguised as politicians, CEO's, or just random nobodies who are assigned to make influential butterfly effects to the human realm.

And you are the top bitch.

So, when Alucard returns from Shrodinger's Box and comes back to Sir Integra's side, you could imagine his horror when he finds you had basically replaced him.

He was absolutley jealous at first, and ritefully pissed...until he met you, that is.

When I tell you a switch was flipped in him the moment you introduced yourself as a demonic leader of epic proportions and loyal friend to Sir Integra, mans is howling.

Follows you around like a shadow when he isn't working. Loves to pick your brain and hear about your exploits, and takes joy in brainstorming ways to dominate Hellsing missions with you.

Loves to experiment with his new powers alongside you, sparring with magic, weaponry, teeth and nails.

Enjoys seeing you shapeshift, especially in ways that causes mischief around the manor. Sometimes you even shapeshift into him just to cause him trouble with Sir Integra.

Flirts like a motherfucker, and you like to play along just to tease him.

Sensual touches in the hallways, little whispers in your ear during missions, eyeing you like a meal whenever you wear something even a little revealing. He has no shame.

Whenever you have some of your demonic minions accompanying you, they never like to let Alucard get too close to you, and that pisses him off to no end. Constantly competes with them to prove his power and worthiness to walk by your side, and it doesn't take much to get his message across.

Your respect is earned, not given. And Alucard works like a dog to earn it. You love it, not that you ever show him that.

[servetolive]

UFC x FF7 chars, nicknames, weight classes, walkout songs, and origin martial art practice.

1. Cloud "The Merc" Strife, hailing from Nibelheim | Welterweight (>170lbs/77kg). Sambo fighter.

Walkout: Marteria - Pionier

2. Barret "Big Shot" Wallace, hailing from Corel | Heavyweight (>265lbs/120kg). Wrestler.

Walkout: Lil Nas X fr. Billy Ray Cyrus - Old Town Road (Remix)

3. Tifa "The Bar Maid" Lockhart, hailing from Nibelheim | Bantamweight (>135lbs/61kg). Kickboxer.

Walkout: P!nk - Most Girls (Can't Take Me Home)

4. Aerith "The Flower Girl" Gainsborough, hailing from S-5, Midgar | Bantamweight. Judoka/Brazilian Jiu-jitsu.

Walkout: Mariah Carey - Honey

5. Cid "Rocketman" Highwind, hailing from Rocket Town | Lightweight (>155lbs/70kg). Boxer.

Walkout: Rage Against the Machine - Bulls on Parade

6. Yuffie "The Kid" Kisaragi, hailing from Wutai | Strawweight (>115lbs/52kg). Karate/jiu jitsu.

Walkout: TeddyLoid - Fly Away

7. Vincent "Alucard" Valentine, hailing from Midgar | Welterweight. Krav Maga/sambo/boxer.

Walkout: PIG - Fly Upon the Pin

8. Rufus "Pretty Boy" Shinra, hailing from Midgar, S-0 | Welterweight. BJJ/Judo/Muay Thai.

Walkout: Curve - Forgotten Sanity

9. Rude "The Hands" (insert surname of choice), hailing from Midgar, S-0 | Light Heavyweight (>185lbs/84kg). Wrestler/boxer/capoeira.

Walkout: Kid Ink ft. King Los - No Option

10. Reno "The Mouth" (surname), hailing from Midgar, S-4 | Flyweight (>125lbs/57kg) and Bantamweight (depends on who he wants to fight). Bare-knuckle boxer.

Walkout: Kid Ink - Cool Back

11. Elena "The Brains" (surname), hailing from Junon | Strawweight. Judoka/BJJ.

Walkout: Queens of the Stone Age - Little Sister

[artnijna]

Marathoned Hellsing all this Halloween and I finally got to draw Alucard and Sera’s together. Like I love this ship, and I haven’t draw them since middle school

[pinkfluffacttuff]

since vampires are dead they can not breed but what would happen if Seras got pregnant????????????

Good question!

Alucard would obviously be excited, but I imagine he'd be both a nervous wreck and even more territorial than he normally is.

Seras would be happy but uncertain. She doesn't know how much about being pregnant or raising kids, but would probably look for as much information as she could. Having a partner who has had children eases her mind a bit. She gets more relaxed the further along she is, but the doubts about what comes after still pick at her thoughts.

Thanks for the ask, @letsblazewolf !

(*^▽^)/★*☆♪