#alexander anderson fanfiction

[tokoyamisstuff]

Kind of curious how you would think yandere Alucard, Captain, Anderson, and Walter would react to reader trying to escape and how bad would each of their reactions be

TW: mentions of kidnapping, SA, domestic violence, Stockholm syndrome, blood, murder

A/N: included Maxwell because why not?

Alucard

You're constantly on edge, in the middle of a huge croud yet you swear to feel his eyes on you, to see his familiars or even his own silhouette in every dark corner you pass.

It's been days, but that means nothing.

The only reason the strangers around you are still alive is the fact that he wouldn't want Integra to get wind of this.

You clutch the iron cross hard, having braced yourself with all kinds of talisman to ward off evil - but then you hear a familiar voice. Chuckling darkly, amused even. "Oh dear, you don't really think that would keep me away, would you?"

Suddenly you're pulled in by something, swallowed by his shadow. You can't see, you can't hear, you can't breathe.

All you're able to feel is him. He's everywhere.

The Captain

The Millenium soldiers harshly throw you back into his lair, much to your shock having been completely wrecked.

He's turned as soon as he noticed your absence, the huge wolf now lurking right in front of you. It howls at you and you're not able to decipher whether it's out of anger or pain.

You reach out to pat it's head, but it bites down in your arm hard. The two of you stay like this for a while, with you screaming and begging while he seems to contemplate whether to tear off your whole limb or not.

Unable to stay mad at you for too long, he lets go, licking the bitemark he left.

Eventually he turns back, keeping his distance from you, shocked with himself though it is certainly not the first time something like this happened.

There's no other choice than to give in, to run into his arms and cry against his chest as his muscular arms enclose you.

Because you know he'd burn the whole world down just to keep you like this.

Anderson

The Priest is covered in blood, laughing manically as he pulls out his bayonett from a lifeless body. A trail of corpses lies behind him, having killed anyone in a desperate fit of rage.

You cannot suppress a muffled scream seeing this, and instantly crazed eyes lock with yours, a predatory grin stretched across his face. "Found ya'..."

Opposite to your expectations, Anderson throws his weapons aside, falling onto his knees and embracing you in a bonecrushing hug. Fresh blood seeps into your clothes, drying on your skin as he presses a wet kiss into your hair.

"Silly lil' thing" he chuckles in delusion, "If ya' wanted to go outside, ya' could've just said so!"

You hug him back, tears silently running down your cheeks as he hushes you. His tenderness is almost harder to bear than his violence.

Maxwell

"Always the same bullshit with you" he scoffs, dramatically throwing his hands into the air. You weren't even able to leave the Vatican before his men found and returned you, like so often.

"Are you really that dull? You belong to me, why doesn't that go into that thick skull or yours?"

To appease him, you utter countless excuses and affirmations, hoping he'd believe this wasn't about him but rather the circumstances.

Finally he'd stop his rant, looking at you still cowering on the ground, tears dwelling in your eyes.

Seeing you like this and hearing you say those things pulls at his heartstings just the right way, making his boiling blood rush into another direction.

"Say, you'd do anything for me, right?" You nod and his eyes darken. He sighs as he balls a fist in your hair, undoing the zipper of his pants with the other hand. "Then stay down and let's see what apologies that mouth can do."

Walter

The Butler admires his handywork, seemingly satisfied with himself. He got you tied up like a present, his wires relentless against your skin, tightening with every small movement of yours.

He puffs on a cigarette, blowing the smoke right into your face. "Say. It."

"I'm- I'm so-" Before you can even finish the sentence, he pulls on a thread, the stinging pain of it seeping into the flesh of your forearm making you cry out. "Not good enough. Try again."

"I'm so, so sorry, love!" you now practically scream and Walter relishes in your exasperation. You'd be repeating this until you'll believe it yourself.

"You know what?" Walter tells you, his calm smile even more unsettling than his frown. "I forgive you...this time."

He then turns towards the other side of the room, revealing the two policemen you had begged for help. "Now why don't we make this more interesting? Choose who gets to die or I'll kill them both."

[guttedeggs]

Back on my bullshit.

Personally speaking, I think Enrico Maxwells whole "I'm a big, domineering man" is a big facade.

He wants his bio father to be proud, to regret giving him up; how else to do that than putting on a mask? Yes, you totally know what you're doing, you're a leader, you're so very dominating and important and you totally believe that! It's not an easy task to literally become *your teachers boss*, aka your FATHER FIGURES BOSS. Imagine the power trip of being able to order around your own father figure. The man who did his best to raise you lovingly, to help you see you don't need to rely on people who don't care about you. And now you get to boss him around.

Has anyone actually told him they're proud of him? That they're so happy he's still here? That he's done so well to get to where he is? Probably not. Hell, let's be real, the only person who's probably said that to him is Anderson; would he even believe Anderson means it? His perception is so messed up of others, how would he?

A dominating narrative at the final battles is that demons don't cry. That when a human runs out of tears, they lose humanity or that it is their final cry for death.

Alucard cries because he still has humanity. Anderson doesn't cry because he is ready to die. The major doesn't cry because he is a demon, he is purely evil.

Maxwell does a different kind of cry- he cries out that he was born alone, he does not want to die alone. Underneath all of these layers, he's still a human. He doesn't want to die yet, nor has he become a demon.

Inside, he is still that same small child begging for the care and reassurance he so desperately needed. But if he knew that, then we wouldn't have such a tragic tale, would we?

[faithintheunknownsblog]

A/n: I have no explanation other than it just happened

Hellsing Head Canons No One Asked For

Integra: knows how to operate a hot air balloon

Alucard: Sucks a Monopoly

Walter: wears dentures

Seras: has curtain lights and will literally sit on her bed for hours doing absolutely nothing else but watching them

Pip: he isn’t the type to be a dad but he would definitely be the fun uncle

Anderson: knows the Bible word for word and can recite it without any mistakes

Maxwell: has sensitive skin and is a cry baby about it

Heinkel: also has sensitive skin and doesn’t care, their hands could be drier than the Sahara Desert and they still won’t use lotion

Yumi: loves to read and write

The Major: gets hella pussy (*plays ‘cuffing season’*)

Luke: got bullied in school by the popular girl (I’m still debating on whether he liked it or not)

Jan: acts tough but as a human couldn’t hold his own, he would run his mouth but wouldn’t fight when given the chance to

The Captain: could not pick up on flirting to save his life

Zorin: has sugar babies

Dok: has a pollen allergy

Dandy Man: is part of a pyramid scheme and always trying to get more people to join

Schrödinger: can’t climb a tree and is scared of vacuum cleaners

Rip: is also scared of vacuum cleaners

[therewasatale]

sleepy thoughts

On Ao3.

Note: happy valentine's day

The slow quiet pitter-patter of the rain on the windows have driven away worrying thoughts, the gentle rocking motion of the train car lulled him into half-sleep, and the warmth inside, like a heavy blanket pushed him into the seats. Only the slightly yellow lamp kept him awake. That annoying, sometimes blinking light. But he was too tired to turn it off. The curtains were already closed, and so was the door of the cabin. No one could go in or out, and the occupants were hidden from the curious eyes.

He kicked down his shoes, and after stacking his two bags on each other he was able to put up his legs. His toes were just resting on the other row of seats. 

They almost missed the train, they had to hurry - it was the last one, and he also had to change his clothes before getting on. Average humans would not react well to a priest being covered in blood after all. Although despite his best efforts the soles of his shoes still left some red marks after exiting the taxi.

Slowly he blinked, looking outside. The landscape beyond the window melted into blackness, there was nothing out there, not even the lights of cities and towns. All that he saw was his own tired face looking back at him, and those the thin streams that were running down on the dirty glass.

Soon, he will be home.

One blink, then another. His head tilted against the armrest of the seat.

One blink, then another.

Next to him the vampire mumbled something, but he couldn't quiet hear it. He always loved talking.

One blink, then the lights were finally turned off.

Anderson slowly exhaled.

"You're welcome." Alucard said as he sat back next to him.

The priest murmured a thank you, or maybe he just wanted to - he didn't care. He enjoyed the darkness, and the vampire's ample, soft hair against his neck. Any other time he would try to shake push off, but his body was just too exhausted, his head felt so heavy.

He almost lost an arm, and a leg in the fight – technically he did, but he was able to get them back and reattach them, still his regeneration was pushed to its limits, and the tax on his body was high. Time, and sleep, no more fighting - his body couldn't deal with more, not without causing some permanent damage.

Maybe this was the reason why he left the vampire accompany him, to have someone who can watch his back. Not that he would ever say these thoughts out loud.

"Go and sleep, priest." Alucard snuggled closer, and placed a tiny kiss on the Iscariot's shoulder. "I can protect both of us, and Baskervill is watching too."

Something moved deep inside the shadows around them. 

Anderson, again, murmured something while half-asleep. He closed his eyes and let the sound of raindrops fill his mind. He dreamed about a hand gently holding his, fingers intertwining with his. And maybe there was an echo of a kiss on his chin too.

[alucardsathomewife]

I need more Hellsing content

The hyperfixation on it has a choke hold on me

[mellybaggins]

Fantasy Casting for Oathbreaker

Original Characters

Updated for Chapter 60

Morwen/Idril

More Here

Amdír

Kyra

Lindir

Miral

Varë

Cúrunin

Sarric (Idril's father)

Darfiel (Idril's Mother)

Nellas

Kelemvor

[shame-is-a-wasted-emotion]

Six Sentences Sunday!!

Thank you @forabeatofadrum for tagging me as always.

I am still working on the Valentine fic 14 Stones Of A Curse with my betas. And I can't tell much about the next chapter. Maybe a line or two?

Kurt was relating more to Prince Kurt as the days progressed and he earned another year of memory. He could feel Blaine being his best friend even though he had met him only in his dream. Memories of their friendship growing stronger than ever and their ever growing love towards each other through late night sneak outs, little games they played in their leisure time, the custom of amazing each other by teaching something new, their walks through the forest.

Yeah that's a bit from next chapter

Do I have something for FirstPrince? I do. This has been sitting in my docs for along time and I never had time to complete it

A tiny little angel as he was, he had an intriguing sense of fashion which drew Alex towards him. Alex was having a mini internal debate whether to approach him or not. What If he yelled at him? What if he complained to the Librarian? Or threw the book at Alex? But Alex was so invested in getting to know this boy, almost of his age he assumed and might make a new friendship out of it. Just like his mom said once:

Books can find you good friends.

So that's it.

Tagging: @fallevs @bitbybitwrites @cryscendo @kurtsascot @england-would-fall @sparklepocalypse @rockitmans @spaceorphan18 @little-escapist @wowbright and all others want to share what they are doing

[bear-with-a-typewriter]

Pack Hellsing Part 1

Alexander was walking home from another long discussion with his manager regarding his lackluster performances. He runs into his long time friend, and on screen rival, Alucard, but it appears something is wrong with the man.

Set in an omegaverse au where some of the main characters of Hellsing are actors and actresses within the big city.

[drawing from Pinterest, artist unknown.]

This story has also been posted to my Wattpad so feel free to follow me there as well, anyhow, I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 1,855

The downpour of rain fell around Alexander in a silvery curtain as it rolled off his umbrella. He’d left his apartment earlier that afternoon in hopes of making it back before the rain started. Though, to his displeasure, his manager had picked today of all days to go on another long tangent instead of staying on topic. An hour-long conversation about how poor his acting had turned into a nearly four-hour-long monologue about how Alexander was still packless as he approached 40. He’d told the man that he’d rather be alone than deal with all the legal compilations that came with joining a pack, or even starting his own. Truth be told he wasn’t only lying to his manager but to himself as well. If someone were to look closely they would see how much living outside a pack weighed on him. 

He’d been wrapped up in his thoughts so tightly that he hadn’t seen the man coming towards him until they collided with a loud thud. The impact untangled him from his thoughts as he grabbed the man by the shoulder pushing them back slightly. Opening his mouth to yell at them but the sudden realization as their eyes met caused whatever angry words he’d been ready to throw at the man to escape him. Finding a familiar pair of chestnut brown eyes staring into his slate gray ones. “Al? What are you-” he cut himself off as the man’s scent hit him with the full force of their normally muted perfume. A normally earthy and slightly floral scent had a syrupy sweetness coating every breath Alexander took.

He didn’t need to express what Alucard’s scent was telling him, the man in his grasp who had fooled everyone into believing he was an alpha was clearly an omega. One that was dangerously close to their heat. Alexander removed his hand from Alucard’s shoulder to opt for holding onto his wrist instead. Choosing to pull the now shivering omega behind him as they hastily walked alongside the side of the brick buildings. Making use of the still open umbrella in his hand he hid their faces from view. Being thankful that the man he was pulling behind him was dressed casually in a black sweater and dress pants, rather than his signature red suit. As they made their way through the scantly filled streets they came to an intersection where the lights of a heat hotel came into view. The hazy neon glow of looping red letters spelled out ‘Heat & Rut extended stay’. In that moment it felt like the glow of the sign was equal to that of the stained glass windows of an old church. 

The pair quickly crossed the street parting the tinted glass doors of the hotel, no bell chimed as they entered into the saving grace. They were greeted by the sight of a large screen, Alexander was silently thankful that the hotel wasn’t run by another human. He let go of Alucard’s wrist for a second as he closed his umbrella, the loss of warmth making the omega let out a choked whine that was quickly cut off by a cough. The alpha couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his lips nor the unease that was still settled deep in his gut. Still being able to feel his friend’s heat on his back was the only comfort he had as his fingers quickly typed away on the screen. He slid his card into the reader just below the screen a moment later a red key card and ticket came out of a slot next to the reader.

Holding his collected items in one hand and maneuvering his closed umbrella to the crook of his arm he was able to hold onto Alucard’s wrist again. Both men let out a joined sigh as the small point of contact was reestablished between them. They made their way deeper inside the hotel, after taking a few twists and turns down the vacant hallways they found their room. Alexander unlocked the door, ushering Alucard inside before himself. He took a moment to glance down both ends of the hallway pleased at not finding anyone watching. Stepping into the room just in time to hear the click of the bathroom door closing.

The room before him was bathed in a dim warm light with the walls being covered in dark oak paneling. A wooden cubby was flushed against the wall to his left, having a pair of black Chelsea boots already within one of the slots. Alexander slipped off his pair of burgundy oxfords placing them into the slot next to the boots. Letting out a soft sigh as his sore feet sunk into the plush gray carpet. Taking off his dark gray trench coat and hanging it on the wall opposite the cubby. Rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt as he walked down the short hall that led to a large open space. In front of him was a sunken circle covered with bedding in various fabrics and textures all in neutral colors. Two dark oversized armchairs sit against the far wall facing the pit, choosing to sit himself down in one of the chairs with his legs outstretched and his fingers intertwined in his lap as he waits for Alucard.

It wasn’t long before the dark-haired man stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a black silk robe that was tied loosely at the waist. Where the robe hung open allowed for his pale skin to peak through from the inky pool of darkness that was the silk, underneath which he wore only a pair of red boxer briefs. His arms were crossed over his slim chest as his eyes bounced around the room before meeting Alexander’s from where he stood at the archway. The two stared at each other in silence for a long moment before Alexander’s voice broke through the stillness of the room. “How long?” 

Looking away from the man sitting in the chair, his voice was hushed as he answered, “It should be about two or three days.” There was an annoyed exhale from the man. “And you thought now would be the perfect time to be outside like this? What the fucking hell was so goddamned important Integra or Walter couldn’t grab you!” his tone came across as angry, though it was one of concern but that didn’t stop Alucard from letting out a sound somewhere between a huff and a growl. As annoyed as Alexander was with the omega, he was glad to see some of the fire coming back to his personality. “That’s none of your fucking business. I’m just going to stay in this fucking room with you until my clothes are dry.” Taking off his glasses and tilting his head slightly to the side, he stared at Alucard. “It’s nine in the evening Al, I’m not letting you leave this room until it’s morning so you might as well get comfortable.” The omega huffed, throwing his hands in the air. “You’re not my alpha Alex, you don’t have any right to keep me here!” Letting out a huff, the alpha stood. “I wouldn’t have to if your alpha actually gave a damn about you and kept you home!”

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me you fucking asshole! I’m not some weak little flower that would crumble with a gust of wind!” Each word the omega spoke came out with a rumbling growl as he stomped his way across the room to stand a few feet away from Alexander. “I never said you were weak Al, just that you should’ve been kept home. You should be taken care of during your heat, not out running around doing gods knows what.” all anger was gone from Alexander’s voice as he looked down at his pissed friend. “What would you know about taking care of an omega?” Alucard squinted his eyes at the man who was nearly twice as wide as he was but only a few inches taller. 

He wasn’t going to back down from going home tonight, he wanted to be in his own nest, with the ghost of Integra’s scent wrapped around him. Alucard had gotten good at taking care of himself during his heats, no longer needing Integra’s touch to get through the blinding lust and pain. It wasn’t like the two of them were bonded to each other, the alpha didn’t feel how much it hurt him that she wasn’t there. It was Alucard’s fault, he had made it known from the beginning he wasn’t looking to be marked by the alpha or even have her there during his heats. She’d shared his nest with him in the early days of being a pack, enough to mark it with her scent in the hope of making his heats a little easier. It had worked for a little while, he’d found comfort in the pillowcases that held the whispers of her within their threads.

They’d known each other since they were young, having met in college as they were both studying for their bachelor's in fine arts. She’d found out about his secret on a rainy night similar to this one. She’d offered him to join the Hellsing pack, seeing him turn up his nose to society's ideas of what an omega could and couldn’t do to be commendable, an attribute in a friend she’d want in her life forever. He’d accepted her offer without thinking of the emotional bond he’d have towards her. Being orphaned to a church as an infant, he never knew what it was like to be part of a pack, and with the little taste Integra had given him, he was grateful to just have that. A taste of something he’d come to wish to have a feast of.

Alexander couldn’t help but chuckle at him, “In my twenties, I signed up with a few omega centers to help their omegas get through their heats. It’s something PR likes to keep out of the public eye as you could understand.” Alucard looked away, his brow furrowing. “If I were to stay, would you, would you help me through my heat?” The question caught the two of them off guard, Alexander just staring at him in the uncomfortable silence. “I’m not asking you to fuck me per se, I’m just asking you to, to hold me for a little while Alex.” he sounded unsure of himself, still not meeting the taller man’s eyes. “I’m not against fucking you Al, I just want you to be certain that’s what you want, that I’m who you want here right now.” his tone was gentle, kind even. Alucard met the man’s gaze, sureness, and determination in his eyes as he nodded his head. Alexander exhaled slowly, closing his eyes as he put his glasses back on. “Okay, but I want you to answer a question.” Alucard hummed in response, already climbing down into the nesting area. “Why were you out tonight?” the omega’s movements paused as he was beginning to rearrange the blankets.

[atomra]

Final chapter of my Atom introduction fic for Hellsing!

Had a lot of fun writing this story so I hope you enjoy the conclusion. More to come soon! 💙🦇

[tokoyamisstuff]

Penance...

...in which Father Anderson makes you repent for the sin of making him fall for you.

18+ | 2,5k. words | f! Reader | not proofread | happy ending

Inspired by -> those <- old Headcanons from @thirstyforlulu that made me feel things.

Warnings: some angst, porn without plot, hatefuck, dom/sub undertones, slut shaming, choking, spanking, seriously this is just pure filth...he asks for consent several times tho.

Father Anderson's unmistakeable steps were echoing through the hallway long before he reached his destination. Just like with an approaching thunderstorm, if you hear it coming, it's already far too late to hide.

His knocks were loud and impatient, bearing a subtle threat that shall you keep him waiting any longer, he might as well tear down the goddamn door. He didn't mind the possibility of anyone hearing what's going on, and frankly he was too blinded by his wrath to even care.

Because now that he made up his mind, not even god himself would be able to stop him.

It feels like an eternity until you finally open, sleepily blinking up to the man that had so rudely disturbed your night's rest. He was wordlessly looming over you, face twisted in rage and something undecipherable. Yet there was no anger, no fear to be detected in your alluring gaze, just trusting confusion.

"Father?" You sound worried, tilting your head to the side as you rub your eyes and for the fraction of the moment, his features soften. "Is everything alright?"

Anderson balls his fists several times, jaw clenched tight as the last remnant of his volition still hesitated to give in to this overwhelming desire. He was torn apart on the inside, but his self-restraint fainted with every passing second in your proximity.

After endless nights of praying, begging god for guidance, he had grown weary to ward off these intense feelings. For decades he fullfilled his holy duty without fail, had never asked for anything before and yet it seemed that in this time of adversity his god had forsaken him.

If the Lord would not answer his prayers, then he would stop trying to renounce what he so greatly yearned for. But once that line is crossed, there would be no going back for either of you.

Well, then so be it.

A desperate groan cut through the silence and eventually his lips crash over yours as he enters, slamming the door shut behind him. The kiss takes your breath away, despite the obvious inexperience there was to it. You gasp when his tongue forcefully splits your mouth open, running across your bottom lips before exploring the inside.

Anderson's chest is heaving as he tore himself away from you, breath visible as feeble mist. You cannot make out his eyes behind the reflection of his glasses, but that wasn't necessary to notice his emotional turmoil.

You were overwhelmed but at the same time incredibly blissful that he had the courage to do what you never would've dared. That initial excitement wouldn't last long however, and before you could even register what happened, the priest had bent you over the next best surface. A bang halls through the room as your head hits onto the tabletop, your body pressed against the cold material at least partially soothing the pain.

"Do ye have no shame, woman?" His tone is unusual cold, sending a shiver down your spine as he speaks. "Dragging a righteous man of faith down to your level is a sin against god."

"Wha-" You still felt dizzy due to the impact, but slowly began to grasp the situation. "But Alexander, I didn't do anything wro-"

"That's still 'Father Anderson' for ye" he reminds, harshly janking back your hair.

How dare you acting all innocent now? You knew exactly what you were doing, all this time!

With the way you acted, presented yourself, spoke around him there's no way he could buy any cheap excuse of yours right now. Every subtle touch of yours made him feel like electric shocks surged through his system, every sweet affirmation only further worsening this tormenting need that could only be quenched by having you in every way possible.

It was sweet torture to be given fractions of what he could never have, and yet giving in would mean losing a central part of himself forever.

When he shall betray his oath, then he'll at least make you pay the price.

Anderson grids, almost snarls as he remembered your past transgressions, wants to make you feel just a fraction of the misery you made him go through.

"The devil has triumphed" he explained coldly, impassive even. "and you are his accomplice. You must be punished for your actions."

"N-No, please- ah!" You bite your tongue to suppress a moan, feeling Anderson grind against you from behind.

"Just look at you" he spat, tone laced with a venom he usually only adressed heathens and monsters with. You wore nothing but a thin, almost translucent nightgown and a string which he provocatingly tugged on, his tongue clicking in contempt. "Is that how a virtuous servant of god is supposed to dress? Pathetic."

Embarrassment washes over you but there was no time to dwell in your pity, since his hands already sneak beneath the fabric, the cold leather of his gloves making your nipples betray you and stiffen under his touch. "No better than a Babylonic whore..."

The implication of both his words and actions fills you with dread.

It is so unlike himself to act this way, as if the sweet, caring man you once knew had been replaced by a cruel lunatic, akin to a feral beast. He frightened you like this, and you anxiously wondered if you'd ever see the real Anderson again. The man that had sworn to protect you, who would never voluntarily hurt you in any way.

He seems far away now.

"I-I really don't know what you're talking abo-" Anderson cuts you off right there, fingers digging deep into the flesh of your hips as he rams them against his clothed cock. You feel him harden as you try to squirm out of his grasp, your writing only spurring him more.

"Don't play dumb. Ye wanted me to do this, didn't ye?" The assassin leans over your shaking body, his breath hot on your ear as he chuckles darkly. "Tell me I'm wrong and I'll stop at once."

You stare at him for a while, completely quiet, before averting your eyes in shame, not denying his accusations. "Knew it..." The man smirks diabolical, tearing your gown apart at the seam in one skilled movement. "This whole time you tried to entice me even though you knew the consequence, yes?"

You were at loss for words. While the priest was right about your indecent attachment, you never planned to take it any further - at least not consciously. Maybe you did act different around him, but that would mean you're at fault for tempting one of the churches most loyal. No wonder he's behaving so twisted, his faith means everything to him after all.

What does that make you?

Tears dwell in your eyes and countless apologies drop from your lips, but they all went on deaf ears.

"No need to ask me" he declares, pointing to the sky. "Tell it to god."

You might have succeeded to make him commit this sin, but at least he'll do it on his terms...

...and right now he wants you to ask for forgiveness until the sound of your pleas would quiet the screaming conscience in his mind.

The priest places a firm hand on your ass, groaning at the sensation. "Lets see if you caught up on your teachings. Recite 1 John, 1:9."

"If we confess our sins, he will for- ah!"

"Wrong" he emphasizes his word with a slap, ordering "Again."

“I-If we- ouch!" you hiss, and your screams are like music in his ears. "No stuttering when you talk about the Lord's gospel. Again."

This scenery repeats several times, with the priest always finding some minor detail to reject your version, all just to dwell into this reverted power dynamic a little longer.

"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.”

"Amen. Good girl..." he purrs, rubbing the sore flesh of your behind, until his fingers find something else to busy themselves with, fingertips brushing against your folds. "So wet already...you really wanted this, huh? Ye happy now?"

You nod both eager and bashful, the endearing sight almost appeasing him enough to go easier on you...only almost, though. Without warning he pumps one finger inside, a muffled gasp escaping your throat at the action. It works with such ease that he enters another and then one more, the material of his gloves making lewd noices as he prepares you well.

"Don't tell me you've done this before..." You coat yourself in silence once again. He knew very well you were a woman long before turning your way towards religion way later in life. "Tz tz tz...such a dirty, filthy thing in my church..."

You whine and buckle your hips when he pulls out, much to his amusement. His gloves are coated with your juice and he leads them to his tongue, getting a sample of your nectar while he stares you down intensely.

Shit, you taste like heaven.

"Nah-ah-ah..." Anderson scolds as he roams your curves, his finally uncovered palm relishing the sensation of your tender skin against his calloused hands. "Sinners don't get to cum...yet."

The man keeps holding you firmly in place, his other hand unbuckling his belt. You feel his thick head at your entrance, a mixture of panic and fervor rising in your chest.

"Last chance to tell me to stop" he warns, a paradox fondness in the way he speaks opposite to how he's handling you. "N-No...please..."

"Please what?" Growing impatient, you feel his erection twitch as he rubs himself between your thighs. "Speak up."

"Shit- please...I want you, Anderson...ah!" The man lets out a gluttural sound when he buries himself inside of you, slowly stretching your insides.

Bloody fucking hell, you feel even better than he could ever have imagined.

"Such a pretty lil' thing..." he murmurs as he watches you so neatly wrapped around his cock, giving you some time to adjust to his size before he starts moving. "So pretty and mine."

You groan at the pleasant ache, feeling so damn full when he starts violently thrusting into you, showering you with both vile curses and enamored praise.

Anderson keeps you pinned down, wrists twisted behind your back and your head pressed against the furniture. Like in a trance he keeps up this brutal pace, puts all of his pent-up frustration into it as he mercilessly rams into you.

"D-Don't stop...mhh..." His movements become more erratic, but your sweet pleas make him chase this high for you. He keeps hitting a spot that makes you sing for him until he feels your body tense beneath his. You see stars, being reduced to a moaning and trembling mess as Anderson rides you through your high.

The way you moan his name like it's a sacred prayer sends him over the edge shortly after and he stops, ramming into you one more time and spilling deep inside of you.

Anderson remains still, stays like this for a while before he pulls out, watching his seed leaking out and dripping down your leg. Out of a whim he shoves it all back in, keeping his fingers steady against your sensitive hole. "Ye wanted it, now don't ye dare wasting any."

His orgasm had hit him with a force that made his mind go blank, but when the haze in his brain slowly fades, the realization of what he just did made the pleasant aftershock vanish in an instant. Anger boils up in his guts once again, at constant war with the conflicting flutters of his heart.

"...god, I hate you..."

Those words together with his disgusted look made your chest narrow, but you were far too exhausted to have a proper reaction. You want to move and quickly cover yourself, but he's far from done yet, swiftly spinning you around on your back and aligning himself with your entrance again. "I don't think so" he mocks, a sadistic glee present on his features as he presses his thumb on your clit, earning a cry. "We'll continue until you've learned your lesson."

Anderson holds you down by the throat as he shoves himself inside you again, the overstimulation almost too much to bear. You feel like you've been set on fire, clawing on his arm to make him have mercy. And yet he feels your walls clench around him each time he squeezes down on your windpipe.

Indeed, seeing you like this, all messed up and stained with tears, isn't nearly as satisfying as he hoped it to be. Quite the opposite even, he loathes himself for being so obviously unable to be the man you deserve.

Maybe that was what this is about...

All his life he scorned having been born a mere man, since the weight of awareness that came with it was simply crushing. He strived to become an unfeeling tool to implement god's will, and as such he shouldn't have to feel like this.

So why can't he shake off what makes him so undeniably human?

"Stop..." he grids in between frantic thrusts, voice cracking. "Stop...looking at me...like...that..."

Still, you stare at him in awe as if he just personally hung the moon, hand trailing across the arm holding you down until it settled on his cheek. Your lips mutely form his name before curving into a vibrant smile, and he is completely and utterly forlorn at the sight.

Anderson lets out a sob as closes the gap between the two of you again, his mouth covering yours in exasperation. "I hate you..." he repeats, his voice meek and more woeful this time. "I hate how much I love you...shit, I love you so, so much, I-"

"I know. I feel the same, Alexander..." You redeem him with another kiss, both passionate and soothing as you wrap your hands around his neck, hands entangled in his hair. He immediately reciprocates, lifting you up against a wall to be as close as humanly possible. More careful this time he settles for a slow pace, head buried in your neck and tenderly raising blood to the skin, placing a mark of possession.

This time you come undone together in a tight embrace, unwilling to let go even long after the waves of your release ebbed away. Your foreheads are touching and you erupt into relieved laughter, which Anderson cannot help but sheepishly join in.

He begins planting countless pecks to your face, neck, shoulder, wherever his lips could reach, a hint of remorse flashing in his eyes as he caresses the bruise forming on your neck.

"Come." He timidly lets you down on your still wobbly feet, stuffing himself back into his pants. "Get dressed. We need to get going."

"Wha-" you raise an eyebrow at him as he throws the next best piece of clothing your way, almost offended at the lack of aftercare. "Where to?!"

"The confessional." Oh, that man is fucking crazy. "Then let me at least take a shower befo- hey!"

There was no use in arguing, for he had already picked you up again, bridal style this time. "Later" he urges, pressing a wet kiss into your hair and another one to your cheek. "I'll carry you if I have to."

Seems like the old Anderson is back...too bad, since you had just started enjoying this other side of his.

[fallen-angel-92]

Rated: M

Warnings: Swearing

Summary:

Twins. Children created from her blood and the blood of a creature that was only legend. Avia Harker must now begin an arduous journey to protect her children from dark forces, but her heart as well, least she fall prey for a being that once insnaired her grandmother.

“Know thy self, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories.” - Sun Tzu

“Why are you sitting outside?” A blue eyed girl asked with a hint of curiosity. 

“Does it matter? I like sitting outside where the moon is shining brightly,” she replied, her brown eyes staring up at the full moon.

“Avia Harker! It's time to go home!” Her father called out, causing her to stand up from where she was sitting. Her long black hair danced behind her as she turned to the blonde haired girl, speaking,

“It's nice to meet you, Integra Hellsing. I hope we can one day be friends.”

“Is this it?” A female asked from behind her, causing her to turn to face the red haired nun, her bright green eyes looking up at the rundown building that was in front of them.

“Yes, Sister Nora. This is where the feeling is coming from.” Avia replied back softly as she returned her attention to the building.

Avia approached the termite infested door, gripping the edge of the crooked door and shoved it to the side. As she entered, she took note of how decrepit the building was, but she pressed on ignoring the roaches and rodents that ran across the floor.

“May God have mercy on those that remain here,” Nora softly prayed as they approached a door that seemed like it was a simple wooden one, however, there was some type of hey card that was near the door. 

 Letting out a soft huff as she reached out gripping the door knob before applying a bit of force causing the door to break open. Avia let out a hum as she muttered out,” What a pathetic door.”

Once the door was out of the way the two women entered the door and proceeded down the stairs. As they got to the bottom of the stairs they came into a long decrepit hallway, slowly they made their way down it, each one of them glanced at the decrepit rooms they passed. Upon their arrival at the room at the very back of the hallway, Avia instantly noticed that the door was already adjar.

“Prepare yourself, Sister Nora. We may have some uninvited guest going to crash the party,” Avia said as he glanced over at the red haired nun.

“I'll follow you, Mrs. Harker,” Nora replied with a small grin.

With a slight smirk, Avia reached down to where her Eveningstar, a white bullwhip enchanted with her family's old magic, rested within its holder that sat upon her right hip. Slowly, she opened the door, revealing a large laboratory-like area, however, it appeared to have been ransacked in some type of battle. As the two women moved further into the room the two women looked around until Avia noticed two crib-like beds that were near the back of the laboratory, slowly she approached them with her hand still on the handle of her whip. 

Avia's eyes widened slightly at the sight of two small babies that appeared to be sleeping serenely. Avia removed her hand from her whip, gently placing her hand near the noses of the babies, letting out a soft huff when she felt their breath on her fingers. She reached up to the long scarf that was curled around her neck, she removed it and managed to make two makeshift holders for the babies. Gently, she picked up one baby at a time, placing them into her scarf, and as soon as they were secure, Avia turned to face Nora, who was flipping through files. As she approached Nora, she asked softly,

“Find anything on these precious ones?” Nora glanced at her as she replied back with a hint of worry,” These two littles ones appear to have been experiments.”

Avia frowned as she replied back seriously,” What type of experiments?”

“From what I could see they were meant to be used as weapons against some type of strong foe,” Nora shook her head as she continued,” None of these documents specify what type of foe or even a name for it. Though these two appear to be Dhampires.”

Avia instantly noticed a slight hesitation in Nora’s speech,” What's wrong?”

“They… are your children, Ms. Harker. They somehow managed to obtain your blood and used it to help create these children. I believe it is due to your Harker bloodline that they chose you.”

“Fucking bastards. Just because I share blood with that damn woman,” Avia gritted her teeth as she took a breath in and released it,” Doesn't matter now. Let's take all the documents relating to this matter. Then we will fucking blow this damn building to hell.”

Nora nodded her head as she quickly began gathering the files while Avia began to walk back out the way they came. Once she exited the building, she looked up at the full moon and then down at her children allowing a small smile to appear on her lips.

“What will you name them?” Nora asked as she walked up next to her as she handed Avia a controller.

Avia let out a soft hum, as they walked a bit away before she replied back with a slight smile,” I'll name them Micheal and Melania Harker.”

“Those are wonderful names. I'm sure Akagi and Kaga will be excited to have a new brother and sister to protect,” Nora replied with a soft smile as they began to walk away.

As they did so Avia raised the controller and pressed the button causing a large explosion to go off behind them. As the building burned behind them, Avia glanced over at Nora as she spoke once more,” Let's see if there has been any word of increased attacks anywhere in the world. Be it a vampire or other supernatural entities.”

“I would assume we should look more into the vampiric realm since the children are Dhampires,” Nora replied with a hum causing Avia to chuckle,

“Let us see what we can come up with and if worst comes to worst I'll give my dear friend a call.”

“Oh? A call to Mrs. Hellsing? That should be interesting,” Nora said, her eyes gleaming with interest.

“I would rather call her than have you go and deal with Iscariot,” Avia teasingly replied, causing Nora to make a face.

“Yes I would rather not deal with them if I can help. Especially since he still resides with that disgusting organization,” Nora replied as her face turned into one of a pained one.

Avia was silent for a moment, until they came to a large black truck and she reached down, taking out her keys from her pocket. She tossed them to Nora as she spoke again,” Let us return. Hopefully you won't have to see that man again.”

Nora gave Avia a smile as she managed to get into the truck while being mindful of her children. As soon as Nora got in the women left the area and began to return to their home where their fates will soon become intertwined with England.

(Thank you for reading! This is my first Hellsing fic I have written in a while so I hope you all enjoy it!)

[faithintheunknownsblog]

A/n: I only came up with this list bc I already had Integra’s favorite ice cream flavor canoned in my mind so I figured I make a list lol

Hellsing’s Favorite Ice Cream Flavors

Sir Integra: Mint chocolate chip, with no shame about it

Alucard: Acts like he is too good for ice cream- and sweets in general- but will eat literally any ice cream as long as it isn’t mint, you can not have sweets around him

Seras: Strawberry and she makes sure she gets all the chunks

Walter: Butterscotch (the old man without a doubt carries around the hard candies too)

Pip: Cookie Dough

Penwood: He can’t have ice cream anymore because it drives up his blood sugar 😢

Anderson: Coffee (he without a doubt lives and breaths coffee, if Alucard hadn’t of killed him his caffeine addiction would have)

Maxwell: Pistachio (mother fucking psycho path)

Heinkel: Black Cherry

Yumi: Sweet Mango Mochi

The Major: Vanilla (basic bitch)

Doc: Hot fudge sundaes with all the fixings

Luke: Vanilla (another basic bitch)

Jan: He doesn’t care for ice cream, get him a blue raspberry slushies

The Captain: Chocolate (I am not even going to lie I am only doing this out of irony since dogs aren’t supposed to have chocolate)

Dandy Man: Vanilla Gelato (less of a basic bitch but still basic)

Schrödinger: He doesn’t like ice cream because the first time he had it he ate it too fast and got a brain freeze so now he’s scared of it

Rip: Cheesecake but she adds gummy bears to it

Zorin: Rum Raisin

[therewasatale]

glass shard

On Ao3.

The night sky was lit by the brightly burning building complex.

The school building was almost engulfed by the high, ravenous flames.

The gym was the first to catch fire – it wasn't a surprise, the long-forgotten wood-equipment were consumed by the hungry flames first and they poured most of the gasoline there, and just waited for the right moment.

"I have to be honest, this hunt wasn't that much of a boredom than I expected to be."

"Master?" Seras Victoria glanced up at her master as she pulled the red coat closer around herself. Her uniform was torn and tattered, like it always did in every fight - some would think that running around in shorts while fighting monster wouldn't be the best choice of clothes.

"The gasoline, I mean. It was such a long time ago when I saw some suicidal-vampires who were ready to take themselves out, and drag anyone else around with them. I'm almost impressed."

They slowly went around the building; the flames slowly now licking the tops of the nearby trees. Fortunately for them, the wind blew the smoke towards the nearby town.

"Maybe we should call the firefighters?" Asked Seras with a bit of concern in her voice.

"No need. I'm sure the local humans can see the smoke. They will deal with this sooner or later, don't worry."

"If you say so, master." She still couldn't really get used to of Alucard's attitude towards – well everything. His master didn't give much attention to the fire; however, he perked up immediately when they finally went around the building.

"Ah, so you all survived too!" The vampire grinned at the priests. "Did you manage to corner the last of them?"

"Yeah, and we didn't need your help, at all." Heinkel, who was standing next to their cars, and was in the process of reloading her guns, answered. Next to her Yumie stood, silently watching the vampires – still holding onto her katana.

"Good evening," Seras managed to give a friendly wave for the three Iscariots.

"Evening." Yumie nodded.

The air around them became awkward quickly, like it always did. The three apprentices just glanced at each other, trying to not to look directly into each other's eyes. Seras, deep down, would have tried to put some effort into getting to know the Iscariots better, but their protective yet hostile aura left her her attempts in vain. Like stray dogs, she thought, you just need to give them enough time, a lot of time, mind you.

"I didn't think they would try to kill us all with fire." Anderson answered.

"Right?" Alucard walked past the two girls, and ignored their disapproving look. "But I can tell you get the larger share of the fun, again."

Seras knew something bad will happen, she maybe wasn't the greatest fighter as a vampire, but she still had her instinct from her time as a cop, and she learned to recognize her master's mood changing as soon as he got near to Anderson. It happened every single time. She knew that the fire behind them became the smaller problem.

To top it all off; the priest was almost half-naked - his coat was full of wide slightly charred holes, his shirt and face covered in blood. He held his left eye closed, as he was coughing into his right hand. Shards of glass fell to the ground as his regeneration worked tirelessly.

Oh, she knew something bad would happen. She took a slow step to the side, and made sure she won't be in neither of the Iscariot's range.

"The more annoying part. Three other bloodsuckers were waiting for us."

"A weak attempt of an ambush." Added Heinkel.

Anderson didn't answer.

"What's with your eyes?" Alucard stepped in front of him, and took the priest face into his hand.

There it is, the thought ran through Seras' mind. She clearly saw as Yumie reaching for the katana's grip. He heard Heinkel's growling - and she knew her master probably was aware it too, he just ignored them.

"A window got blown up in me from the heat. And I'm trying to get rid of a glass shard from my face."

"Let me see it." Alucard leaned closer.

Yumie and Heinkel tensed and tried to step closer

"I'm fine --" Anderson felt the blush and annoyance, but let the vampire examine him. "Let me go."

"Just a second, I can see it."

"Hey."

"Hold still." Alucard focused on the glass shard; it was stuck at the edge of his sclera, stopping his eye from healing itself. "Yeah, I can see it. Don't move, Anderson."  

"Wait --"

"Father?!" His apprentices stood right behind the vampire, ready to attack him.

But of course, he didn't wait, he was faster and stronger than any human, and his eyes helped him coordinate. The painful yell was drowned out for a moment by the sounds of the crackling fire, then there was silence.

"There, I got it." The almost 2-inch-long piece of glass was covered in blood.

Anderson pressed his hand over his eye, but moments later the pain was only a memory as his flesh regenerated.

"See? All better?" The vampire chuckled at his own joke.

Anderson lowered his arm. "I'm all right." He addressed his words not to Alucard, but to his two students. They were a fraction of a second away from firing and cutting into Alucards' body - he only took his eyes off them when they lowered their weapons.

"And then someone says that we vampires are selfish." Alucard chuckled.

Seras slowly lowered her own shoulder with a quiet sigh. Maybe that was all for tonight.

"Kamikaze vampires."

"They really wanted to kill us." Anderson nodded. "And they knew we were coming."

"Which means they are organized and know about the secret squad of the Vatican - this is getting more interesting by the minute."

"Whatever you say." The priest spat some blood on the ground.

"Father?" Yumie glanced at the blood then back to the priest, there was honest concern in her voice.

"Don't worry. The glass I had in my throat is already out, that was the last one. I'm fine now."

"You really got hurt all over. Hmm, there is a saying about this." Alucard snapped his fingers.

"Saying? What are you talking about?" The priest's raised his eyebrows, and so did his apprentices.

"Ah, yes." He grabbed Anderson's clothes and pulled him closer.

The priest's body froze and the cold shock was quickly washed away by the passionate kiss. His thoughts were racing and crashing into each other, and his instinct only made him close his eyes and kiss back. For seconds he couldn't focus on anything else than the vampire's tongue playing with his.

When finally, Alucard pushed him away Anderson had to lean against the car to catch his breath, he was only able to blink.

"Ah yes - kiss it better. That’s the saying." The vampire jumped back right before the katana or the bullet could have reached him.

"You filthy monster!"

"Get away from our father, demon!"

Alucard laughed and danced away from the hail of bullets, and as he reached his own pupil, he grabbed Seras, lifting her up in his arms. "We better hurry, Seras!" He jumped again as bullet holes appeared where his feet have been. "Have a nice night, Iscariots!"

He laughed as they vanished between the trees. He couldn't stop chuckling as they still heard the raging Iscariots behind them. Especially the screaming of Yumie and Heinkel.

Seras, on the other hand, all the way to the place where the private plane parked, was wondering, how she will tell this to Integra? And whether this was considered a violation of the peace negotiations between the Vatican and Hellsing?

[banefulbard13]

Hey, it's Caos. I know this post isn't Hellsing or Fanfiction based, but here me out please. I'm not here to promote myself, but to promote my wife, Alexi. My wife has had a shit year so far, and I could use some help making her day. Context: my wife had to quit her job back in January due to her legs randomly atrophying and the Drs aren't helpful in figuring out why. As a way to give her a sense of purpose, I suggested she go and post her writing on Wattpad. The novel saga she is writing is 15 years in the works, and she's 31. This novel writing is her pride and joy, and on Saturday, the flashdrive holding all 15 years of work got randomly corrupted and we don't think we can save it. My wife is heartbroken, and I have no hope and a prayer in doing much to be of help other then what I'm currently doing, and that's being her rock right now. So I posted a video on my tiktok as well asking this, so I'm covering most of my bases for this. If you could go and show her some love, I would be eternally grateful. I linked her above so you could find her. She is my world and I want to show her not to stop writing, to keep going. All I ask is to read her original works and/or leave a comment. Let her know to keep going because she feels like giving up. Help me help her.

[rennsdeaddoves]

*slams hands down on the table and slides you a dollar* Tell me more of your hellsing ocs!

YES YES YES YES YES

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK IVE WANTED TO TALK ABOUT THESE BITCHES FOR EVER

Okokokokok so I got two of em. Aireth and Addadon (or Seraph depending on the time frame)

Alright so before I address my lil shits I should mention that in my fic most mythic beings are real; angels, fae, demons, sirens, any and all extensions of these beings are also real. (Can’t say more than that without going into detail for events that happen in the fic and then we’d be there all day)

So without further ado

Aireth

Aireth is a being known as Fae-born. She was born a human, taken in by the fae and born again into one of them (aka made basically immortal). A coming of age ceremony for the fae is they send out the new adults into the human world to get some “experience with humans” Aireth had always been looking forward to this, always curious about human kind and why they were the way they were.

When she was finally able to set of on her own in the human world she wandered for a long time, until she came across a boy who was hiding in the bushes. She helped him, got him some bread, and cleaned him up before leaving him with some parting words.

“You will do great things”

She continues her wandering and begins to see what her elders and the rulers meant about humanity. Aireth, because she was fae-born could tap into dark magics and not suffer the same consequences as typical fae and over the next 15 year she gained a name

The crimson witch of the moon

The black magic had changed her. Corrupted her flesh and burrowed itself into her bones.

It was at this time that she heard of a king. He had started many a war and was proving to be a bloody warrior. Wanting to see what it was about she ventured to find him. Only to see that it was the boy she helped so long ago, but now he had a name; Vladimir Tempest.

Aireth would then go on to work with him, making a blood oath and eventually, when he was killed, she resurrected him. but something went wrong, and he bacame this half dead thing... the first Vampire.

they then separated. Aireth knew no good would come from staying with him, at his side so she went far, to Scottland, where she meat a blond haired boy. slowly this boy grew into a man, and he helped her undo what the dark magic had done to her.

as a man Aireth saw new beauty in him, and she fell in love.

this man was named Alexander Anderson.

they got married, and it wouldn't be till the end of world war 2 that Aireth became pregnant. though at this point Alex had been a regenerator for the church for almost 80 years, and he was off fighting in the war (though he came home so the kid is his) but he left again before Aireth could tell him.

now being Fae-born came to kick Aireth in the ass. to ensure that Fae-born don't run off with the fae's secrets they are cursed to only be able to give birth in the fae wilds, as it is a part of human nature to reproduce.

Aireth waited till she couldn't wait anymore and had to go to the fae wilds where three days after the birth of her daughter she got dragged into the war.

and then Alucard found her again... and she couldn't return to Alexander... and her daughter was ripped from her...

Abbadon (Seraph)

abbadon is Aireth and Alexanders Daughter, when she was but three days old the fae wilds in which she was being safe guarded were burned to the ground by the Major who was looking for her mother but settled on her instead.

taking her away, the Major and Dok raised her, but not as a human being- no, as an experiment.

she was the dok's prized possession even if her alterations caused her to rot from the inside out, he would just up her regeneration. though he had a plan to stop the rot before it started and that involved dumping the 10 year old into a vat of sulphic acid and many other chemicals....

Seraph wouldn't escape this cage until she was 16.

when she did she was found by the captian, and project Niphilm was concived (but thats spoliers so i can't really talk about it yet!). over te years she would grow (and because again. spoliers) and the captian and her would fall in love (super slow burn my guy, wolfman is dense and emotinally constipated)

[ihaveneverbeengivenflowers]

I used to think life was hard for those who ship Alucard x Integra. but then the fics ran dry and I found Alexander x Integra.