#and he want to be alucard hellsing’s weapon to integra

[moliathh]

[alutegra/alucard x integra, hellsing]

[yan-lorkai]

Yandere!Alucard x Reader who works as a soldier for the hellsing organization. Interaction where reader got attacked and Alucard couldn't help but intervene...he also couldn't help but clean the blood off your face. Would like if the reader enjoyed the thrill of it too, lots of yan!Alucard interactions make the reader despise him but i find him cute</3, please and thank you!!♡

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Finally finished this aaaa, this turned out to be way longer than I intended to be. Hopefully you like it as much as I did writing it, darling. Sorry you had to wait for a while for this.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, implicit attempted sexual attack, overprotective!Alucard.

There was blood dripping from their chin, descending like a red waterfall to their neck and chest and it made your nose wrinkle every time the hot air blew the iron scent toward you. You almost gagged everytime this happened, it was all over the place, disgusting yet so familiar.

The gun in your hands was a little heavy, but it also kept you in the current moment, grounded, present. You didn't know how many shots you still had, you just wished it was enough

The only sound you could hear was your heart beating like crazy inside your chest, desperately. You knew fear, death, pain, they were part of your job: training, planning, killing ghouls. You knew it all, you were confident on your skills, but it was different this time, your entire squad had died. It had been destroyed in an ambush. You still remember how certain your captain was that it was you, Hellsing agents, who would ambush and kill those vampires.

He was so wrong! If you could go back in time, you'd tell him how they were waiting for you, how they massacred you all.

Luckily your teeth stopped shaking some time ago and the vampires seemed too distracted to notice the smell of your blood and how your heart that was beating loudly. If they noticed it would be the end of you and with your death, your entire squad would vanish. That is if before that they didn't want to play with you first, mentally and physically. You hope not, otherwise you would kill them with your hands and teeth. No one would touch you indecently.

Hidden like a mouse, you watch them and make plans. There are three vampires among your comrades bodies, feeding on them, laughing and cracking jokes about something you can't hear, and judging by their appearance they are not armed, yet, you know what they can do even unarmed, you know the innate strength they have. There were more vampires but those left a little while ago.

Should I shoot them? You asked yourself, raising your weapon just a little, having one of them in your sights, your finger on the trigger, before giving up this idea. Despite hating your impotence, you knew that even if you took some distance to shoot them, they would only need five, at most six seconds to be face to face with you. And then you would met your death. A slow, painful death as your comrades did.

What to do then? You think indecisively.

The only thing you could do was wait for Alucard to come and kill them all. You knew he was going to come, you knew because it was about you and he was so possessive of you. If wasn't for Integra's orders for him to not bother you, you don't even want to think what he was going to do with you. And while you loathed to thought to spend time with him in any form, today, right now, in fact you wouldn't mind.

Right now if he was to appear at your side, you could even hug him. That beast wouldn't let go of you and would tease you to no end, sure, but at least you would be safe and sound in his arms, safe enough to cry and to grieve. At least you could feel that there's someone there with you who cared, even if it was a twisted way of caring.

It was not the first time that you met death in a mission but certainly was the first time that a mission took all your comrades life. Promises, secret jokes and handshakes, every precious little memory was all yours now because there was nobody else to share it. The little family you found in them, destroyed. Silent tears burned in your eyes but you held them in place.

You had to be strong, you had to survive and tell their family what happened, you had to watch them get buried as they deserve, even if there wasn't much to bury. But it was so difficult to be strong.

Giant sequoia trees stretched high into the sky, blotting out the last sun rays that were stubborn enough to make it through the thick foliage. The forest was so quiet as if it was taking a long nap at that time, you couldn't even hear the owls hooting anymore. The dark and the silence only made you more aware of your heavy breathing and your heart. Badum, badum, badum. Did they could hear it too? Gods, you hope not.

The vampire were as silent as possible, talking among themselves while gesturing and making faces. You couldn't hear them but you could do the only thing that you had been doing for the last hour: you could still watch them.

Go away, go away, just go away already. You prayed for whoever wanted to hear you, begging, legs already aching from how much time you spent sitting in this position.

As the minutes crawled by, your heart pounded an erratic rhythm, mimicking the thud of drums echoing in your ears. Every fiber of your being screamed for stillness, for silence, as you clung to the shadows, praying they wouldn't detect your presence and the smell of your blood as they started walking again.

The vampires, teasing and mocking each other, moved with a grace that came with the years lived, almost as if they were floating, distancing themselves from the gorey scene in slow steps. You watched with bated breath, not even daring to breath a little loud so as not to get their attention.

They were vile and disgusting.

They bragged about everything they've done to those poor women and how they killed the men. About how they could kill it slower to savor the hot blood and the tears and screams.

Just a few more seconds, you thought. Your whole body shaking from fear or relief, you didn't even knew it.

Then, one of the vampires stopped mid-sentence, their gaze piercing through the darkness as if sensing something amiss. Panic surged through you, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin as your mind raced with dread. A twig broke somewhere. Somewhere near you.

You looked behind you; nothing there yet. But your weapon was ready and so were you, so ready to pull the trigger and shoot.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

With a predatory glint in their eyes, the vampire's lips curled into a sinister smile, their attention honing in on your direction. In an instant, they closed the distance between you, their movements swift and predatory.

And you shot him. Once, twice, till you lost count.

His fingers were still streached out to curl over your arm when he fell and you didn't waste another second there, crawling away without caring about the mud on your nails or the pungent smell of the vampire's blood dripping down. Finding the other vampire became your priority; you knew his companion wouldn't be pleased to discover they had let a human escape alive.

The dense foliage obscured your view and you felt so alone and small, you're so small while you stood beside the trees in the open field. You were isolated here with no help. Branches snagged at your clothing and twigs snapped underfoot, each sound amplifying the stillness of the night.

Then, a laughter.

Crueler and evil than you ever though to be possible.

It was a laughter devoid of humanity, a malevolent symphony that sent shivers down your spine. You froze in your tracks, heart pounding in your chest as the realization sank in — your adversary was near, reveling in your fear.

And you were a mere mouse in an open field. They could see you but you couldn't see them. You raised your rifle blindly and aimed in the direction of the sound. It was useless but you would fight anyway, forcing your ears to work even more than they could.

The laughter echoed again, closer this time, weaving through the trees like a haunting melody. It was a mockery of everything good and pure. Dread washed over you, mingled with a primal urge to flee, yet you stood your ground, steeling yourself against the terror that threatened to overwhelm.

A shadow passed through you and you shot it. Nothing.

With startling speed and force, the vampire lunged from the shadows, crashing into you with a weight that knocked the breath from your lungs. The impact sent you sprawling to the forest floor, leaves and twigs crunching under the sudden weight.

Pain shot through your body as you struggled beneath the vampire's relentless grip, their cold, inhuman strength pressing down on you. Panic surged, adrenaline flooding your senses as you grappled with the realization of your situation. Your weapon was far from you.

Above you, their laughter echoed once more, now tinged with a triumphant edge that chilled you to the bone. It was a reminder of their dominance, a cruel symphony that made fun of your struggle against their overwhelming power.

"Not so feasty now, are we?" They said in a false soft tone. "Didn't know a cute thing like you were capable of such ire. I almost want to taste you right here and now."

Every instinct screamed for escape, for survival. You felt their hands fondling the skin from your hips slowly, feeling every inch, their nails playing with the hem of your pants.

Desperate to break free, you fought against the crushing weight, clawing at their arms while tears flooded your eyes and made everything blurry. But the vampire's hold remained unyielding, their grip was like iron shackles binding you to the ground.

In a fit of anger, you headbutt them hard. "Fuck you."

Summoning every ounce of strength and willpower, you twisted and thrashed against the vampire's grasp, fueled by a primal urge to break free from their suffocating hold as they laughed. It was then that you spotted a rock laying nearby, one they didn't realized it was there yet.

With a surge of determination, you seized the rock and swung it with all your might against the vampire's temple. They recoiled with a guttural hiss of pain, momentarily loosening their grip over you.

"I'm going to fucking kill, bitch!" They screamed. For a second you felt proud for hurting them, even if just a little.

That was for every comrade you lost. For the fear that consumed you, for the pain you were feeling. You smiled at the blood trickling from their temple, you hoped this would hurt their pride before you killed them.

Taking advantage of their state, you crawled a few meters without caring about the small sharp rocks that ripped your elbows and knees off. It hurts but it wasn't enough to make you stop. It only served to make you crawl faster, faster than how they could recover, faster than the cold air that seeped into your tired bones.

A few more inches... Just a few mor-

You were pulled back by your legs, the vampire was much more harsher now in their attempts to hurt you. He was much more angrier. You kicked and struggled but nothing seemed to work now. Not that it worked before.

The vampire’s fangs gleamed in the dim light as they snarled, their grip on your ankles tightening painfully. You were being dragged across the cold, damp ground, blood escaping through your wounds, every second spent letting you be taken closer to that creature. Panic surged through your veins as you struggled desperately, but nothing seemed to work.

Suddenly, a shadow moved at the edge of your vision. You barely had time to register it before a powerful voice cut through the night, deep and commanding. You used to dislike this voice, this familiar tone.

You wanted to cry and scream for his help now.

"Enough."

The vampire froze, their grip on your legs slackening. You twisted around to see a tall figure standing at the edge of the clearing. Clad in a long, red coat, his crimson eyes glowed with an eerie intensity. It was Alucard. He was finally there to help you.

The vampire hissed, releasing you entirely as they turned to face the new threat. Alucard’s presence was overwhelming, his aura of power unmistakable. He stepped forward, his movements fluid and precise, like a predator stalking its prey.

He was confident, unafraid. The other vampire though they seemed like a newbie.

"You'll pay dearly for touching my human." Alucard's voice was a low growl, dripping with menace. "The likes of you were always so stupid and weak anyway."

The vampire lunged at him, but Alucard was faster. In a blur of motion, he sidestepped the attack and delivered a crushing blow to the vampire's chest. The creature flew backward, crashing into a tree with enough force to splinter a trunk.

Alucard advanced, his eyes never leaving the vampire. He drew his twin guns from his coat and aimed it at the creature, who was struggling to rise from the ground. They were hungry for blood and pain, they were ready.

"Pathetic," Alucard sneered. "You should have known better."

With a deafening crack, Alucard fired. The bullet struck the vampire squarely in the heart, and the creature let out a horrific scream as their body hit the ground. But this time to never stand up again.

And you still lay on the ground, breathing heavily, trying to comprehend what had just happened. One second you were certain that you were going to die, the other he was there to save you, just like you wished for. Alucard turned to you, his expression softening slightly.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, his voice gentler now.

You shook your head, still too stunned to speak. Alucard extended a hand, helping you to your feet. His grip was surprisingly warm.

"It could be worse." You faked a laugh. Still the sound was dry, devoid of life and happiness, exhausting kicking in now that the fear was dissipating.

His voice held a rare warmth, offering a fleeting glimpse of gentleness that seemed almost out of character for Alucard, the infamous No Life King. At least for those that didn't knew him like you unwillingly did, that is.

Alucard noticed you shivering and trembling even you seemed to not notice. Frozen tears streaked down your face, betraying the emotional turmoil you were in. As he spoke those words, "You're safe, darling," the nickname that usually annoyed you to no end was now carried with an unexpected tenderness.

His crimson-stained hands tenderly wiped away your tears, a gesture both comforting and unsettling as he licked the blood from your cheek, rough tongue leaving behind a trail of saliva. He scanned you with a sharp gaze searching for any sign of injury. Finding none that was too worrisome - you had a few scratches here and there but with time those would go away, plus he didn't carried alcohol to disinfect them on him -, he seemed momentarily relieved, a rare expression on his usually stoic face.

"Let's get you home. You need a bath and a hot tea," Alucard suggested, his words usually brushed off under different circumstances now resonating with practical concern. Normally, you would have resisted, instinctively wary of spending any unnecessary time in his company. But tonight was different.

Exhausted and drained, you found yourself nodding in agreement, leaning into his reassuring presence as you both made your way back to the headquarters of the Hellsing organization. Alucard was matching his step with yours, so slow, watching over you like a hawk over their fledgling.

It was a moment of unexpected vulnerability that you were showing just now, the first time you hadn't recoiled from his proximity or fought against his touch even if it disgusted you. Yet, even as you allowed yourself this brief respite, the knowledge of who he truly was lingered in the back of your mind. Alucard was not just any vampire; he was a creature of immense power, capable of ending lives with a mere snap of his fingers.

"Thank you." You whispered so low and softly. It was all you could muster right now. "For saving me, thank you."

Trusting him was a dangerous gambit, a compromise you reluctantly made for now, knowing full well the precariousness of your situation. But for now, in the quiet walk back home, with his presence strangely comforting despite everything, you allowed yourself to lean on him, if only for a moment.

A smile graced his lips. "It was my pleasure, darling."

[tokoyamisstuff]

Halloween with the Hellsing Characters

Inspired by an Anon ask. Can be read both romantic and platonic. No warnings.

Featuring: Anderson, Alucard, Walter, The Captain, Seras (+ Pip), Integra

Anderson:

Sorry, but this man is an absolute killjoy about every non-christian holiday. However in the end he's a big softie and can't deny you or the children any wish. Will fold like a lawn chair eventually.

Even then he'll complain. A lot. It's heretic to celebrate this, it promotes gluttony that, blah blah blah...

Man will get a heart attack seeing his sweet lil' babies dressed up as vampires and the likes, it's hilarious just observing him tryna keep his cool for their sake. You'll coerce him into going as Frankenstein but he refuses to acknowledge the similarities.

He definetly has a sweet tooth and can be bribed into having a good time though, especially after he discovers his bayonetts are working neatly for cutting pumpkins.

Alucard:

This is one silly, goofy man and you can't tell me otherwise. You think this is below him? Nah, he'll take any chance of entertainment he can get. There's nothing off limits or too cringe for him.

I mean hello?! It's the only time of the year he can literally be himself and people will think it's just a decent costume or special effects. Probably shows up headless or turns into a bat, shows people his 'puppies' or whatever.

Will absolutely overdo it, though. Terrifies the local children (and adults alike), the police will probably get involved at some point and Integra has to bail you guys out.

Ordinary events like these actually help him feel a little more human again, so he can't wait until next year.

Walter:

Not a fan of anything that had been introduced by the US, including this tradition. It wasn't part of his childhood either so he's not really eager to committ. Yet in the ends he loves to serve, especially people he's fond of, and he's very adaptable too.

Would like a more classy and mature approach, like going to some kind of masquerade. Could also see him hosting his own gathering.

There's literally nothing he can't do himself, from selfmade treats to a puppet show using his wires. Would absolutely love to do a partner-costume with you and can sew anything you want!

The Captain:

In all honesty this man would rather just spend the evening in peace and silence at home with you.

Is very passive about basically anything, but that means you can do whatever you want to him and he won't complain. Dress him up as something cute, chances are high he'll secretly love it. Doesn't even try to be scary, he just is.

Mostly just quietly looms in the background but he really is happy, he could watch you do stuff you like forever.

Seras and Pip:

They're the most hyped about it like?? omg yess thank you for asking

Wants to do it all: making sweets, decorating, trick or treat, visit a haunted house, go to a party. They have a whole childhood to make up for.

They're definetly pranksters and will wreak havoc in the entire neighbourhood. Act like Pip is some kind of glove puppet, use Seras' powers to entertain the children or make it rain candy, etc...

Despite being a literal median herself Seras is still soo jittery, will jump and scream at anything really. The fact that Pip tries to scare her doesn't make it any better. They're mostly giggling and chanting, though.

Integra:

To be honest it's been a while since this woman has actually enjoyed herself. It'll take a while to convince her but then she'll spare no expenses to assure the best experience ever. Private jet to all the best places it is.

No costume for her, she's intimidating enough. Gets in trouble for carrying real weapons too.

A lil' paranoid, always expecting the worst like an enemy to hide amongst the crowd. What better moment for a monster to strike would there be than during Halloween?

Calls it childish and unnecesssary a lot, but damn did she have fun (will rather drop dead than admit it).

[casullcasket]

Hellsing OC Masterpost

(Sorry if this post makes zero sense..)

The general premise:

It takes place post-time skip, there is some sort of international threat (still under development) that leads the Hellsing Organization to have to travel to America. However, the US government figures this out and says if they want to continue their investigation without legal persecution they have to work with their own vampire-fighting organization: Morris Co.

The characters of Morris Co are meant to be ‘mirrors’ of those in the Hellsing organization.

Morris Co:

(Since Quincey Morris was shown being dead at one point; I basically just added in ‘he left behind a son’ and made Quincey Morris a widower (which is why he proposed to Lucy))

Morris Co is a very similar organization to Hellsing, dealing with any supernatural threats that threaten the US. It was founded by Quincey Morris, and gained a reputation after he captured and sealed away ‘The Headless Horseman.’ After Quincey’s death assisting Abraham Van Hellsing in capturing Dracula, his son, James Morris, took over the company.

Inspired by the the Hellsing Organization’s idea of using Count Dracula (Alucard) as their own personal weapon, James decides to unseal the monster his father had captured for the same purpose. He coins the name ‘Bishop,’ which the horseman uses from then on.

The present-day head of Morris Co is Elizabeth Morris, the granddaughter of Quincey Morris. The organization works closely with the CIA, and receives large sums of money from the government.

Elizabeth Morris:

As stated before, Elizabeth Morris is the head of Morris Co as Quincey Morris’s ancestor. She uses a regenerator, as well as carries silver throwing knives and a gun with silver bullets on her person for protection.

Unlike Integra, she keeps a much more hospitable and ‘professional’ attitude, dealing with things with a calm demeanor. However, this nice demeanor is simply just courtesy. She cares very little about the civilians she is supposedly trying to protect, but rather cares most about “getting the job done.” She is willing to put her men and civilians lives in danger for the sake of protecting Morris Co’s reputation and continue receiving government funding.

To put in simple terms: Integra seems harsh, but she genuinely wants to protect humanity, and cares for those who work under her. Elizabeth, on the other hand, seems friendly and hospitable actually only cares for profit, and she sees the people who work under her as mere pawns to serve her interests.

Bishop:

Bishop is Morris Co’s ‘Trump Card,’ a willpower vampire that once roamed the west under the title of ‘The Headless Horseman.’ (More notes on how that works in the pic)

Bishop’s backstory follows a similar story to the story of the Headless Horseman, an American Revolutionary War soldier gets his head blown off by a canon in the battlefield. However, all the blood flows to him and he becomes a Willpower Vampire, and his head regenerates ‘wrong’ (like Seras’s arm). He spends many years wandering around the US as an undead legend before being defeated by Quincey Morris. He is sealed away in a locked coffin for many years before James Morris unsealed him. After his release, he takes a slightly different form to better ‘blend in’ with the humans he lives with.

He comes off as a “strong silent type” at a first glance, though over time it becomes more apparent he is under an unspoken ‘do not speak unless spoken too’ rule. This becomes confusing for him when members of Hellsing talk to him semi-casually, or when he sees Seras and Alucard talk to Integra casually.

When he does speak, he talks with a heavy southern accent, uses a lot of contractions/slangs, a kind of opposite way of Alucard’s sort of regal way of talking.

Also, unlike Alucard, he isn’t one to push buttons, and l will back down if Elizabeth (or later Integra) shows any sign of hostility or irritation because his relationship with humans is much more rocky. He will still keep his ‘tough guy’ front by acting like he doesn’t care. For example he’s likely to shrug something off and go “alrighty then” instead of argue his point.

Elizabeth and Bishop don’t have any sort of friendliness between them the way the members of Hellsing do, nor does Bishop really see any honor in what they do because he can see past her friendly front.

He is also much more likely to take bullets for/protect humans, because he sees it as his responsibility to do so. He sees humans in a similar way a farmer sees his livestock, a way that is still ‘below him’ but also has a bit of respect and care to it.

In the same allegory as Alucard = Guarddog, Bishop = sheepdog.

[ninihousebears3000]

Reader doesn’t have to look like Leon. I always write y/n as poc even though I don’t make it apparent.

Leon S. Kennedy!reader X Alucard (Hellsing)

The president’s second child was kidnapped during a trip volunteering with their college. The United States sends only one man to do the job.

I wonder what amv he’s thinking about.

In your briefing it was mentioned that a top secret British organization known as Hellsing would provide their aide if they see fit.

Your mission had already gone awry as the two local officers escorting you were brutally murdered by the villagers.

And the villagers don’t seem to be the most human either.

You fought tooth and nail wave after wave barely surviving against the mutant villagers.

Some even twice your size wielding chainsaws just to add flavor.

But strangely you felt there were eyes on you. Well of course there were eyes on you you were the number one target.

And then that haunting church bell rang and all the mutants dropped their weapons. Chanting an ominous phrase as they sauntered into the church.

“Where’s everyone going, bingo?”

After a moment where all activity seemed to be silent. You found a room with a typewriter. You took this moment to bandage your wounds, reorganize your attache case, and reestablish communications with your handler. That you’re totally not simping for. (You totally are you love their voice)

Emerging from the shadows was a freakishly tall man in a red trench coat with a large hat and round sunglasses to match. You’ve had enough of large men in trench coats appearing out of nowhere.

But this one felt different. One he was not bursting through a wall. And this one was grinning at you. Which made you think that this one felt more human than the others. Though the gnarly fangs did make you question the human part.

“And you are?” You ask with your gun aimed at him.

And together you two embark on a mission rescuing baby hawk and taking down the vampire behind this bio terrorist attack.

Alucard admires your strength, resourcefulness, that round house kick, and your corny one liners.

Oh how he loves to hear those one liners. They just come out your mouth so naturally.

You know what else he wants to hear come out your mouth naturally?

The perseverance of your human spirit is truly captivating. And your extreme bravery inspires passion in him.

Seeing as this is your introduction to supernatural creatures and not monsters created in a lab. Alucard is explaining in great detail the specs of his guns.

He loved watching you try out the Casull. The look in your eyes when you saw its exploding rounds.

How’d the hell did a private organization make these?!

You do freak out at how Alucard NEVER DODGES!!

Alucard chuckles at how a certain spy dressed in red that you also were clearly attracted to leapt away from your life again.

Although, you can’t say you really enjoy your work like Alucard. Constantly, fighting the same threats that destroyed your city that caused it to be wiped from history. Another aspect he’d admire you for.

The thought of you joining the Hellsing Organization did make him smirk. He’d get to see you more often. And you’re a very capable soldier.

Bittersweetly you and Alucard go your separate ways.

But you never left his mind.

*Alucard being Alucard*

Y/n: Is he always like that?

Seras: Yeah, you won’t get used to it.

Of course you and Seras become besties.

If you do join the Hellsing Organization you do let one of your one liners slip in front of Integra. And Seras can barely hold in her laughter.

[see-arcane]

Sorry, I told myself I was gonna stop pestering you with Hellsing asks, but I have one more question I have a deep, burning desire to know:

Does Integra give Jonathan a real room or is he forced to sleep in the sub-levels with Seras and Alucard?

(ps, Merry White-Haired-Eucharist-Burn-Holiest-Love)

And a Happy Burning-Eyed Knife-Swingingmas to you <3

Since Jonathan is technically not a combatant (at first) I imagine he’s given one of the regular above ground rooms. Even when he gets in on the action, he probably keeps that space for Integra’s peace of mind if nothing else—wouldn’t want him getting tempted while Alucard is asleep and unaware of the kukri coming for his neck. Plus, like Walter, he can pass easily for just a polite civilian if someone important actually passed through. No secret cryptid soldier here, nope, just a guy cosplaying as a Victorian.

Though I imagine Jonathan is almost as uncomfortable with this as the alternative. Here he is in a pretty room in a place he can’t leave (this time due to time traveler entrapment) while ‘Dracula’ lurks below, waiting for nightfall before ambling up to bother him. And he probably chafes A Lot at Seras literally being boxed away in the basement.

“She and Alucard are our greatest assets, Mr. Harker. Provided they are given what they need,” said through a veil of cigar smoke. “Subterranean darkness does more for them than sunlight does for us. And her room is no less furnished than yours, if that’s the concern.”

My concern is that she was not given a choice. In any of this. One moment she was alive and human and the next a needless bullet has gone through her and her only hope is undead servitude. I haven’t missed that she refers to Alucard only as Master. Is that her choice? Or part of the condition? Did you even ask her what she wanted when she arrived here or did you just hand her a weapon and a box in the cellar and tell her to get to work, knowing she couldn’t say no?

“Mr. Harker?”

“No, Sir Hellsing. It isn’t my concern.”

“Glad we agree.”

So, yeah. Jonathan is maybe chafing against a lot of status quos in the Hellsing universe. But he does go out of his way to befriend Seras and treat her as more than comic relief or a tagalong as a result. And even if his room stays upstairs, he will brave the basement and the aggravation of its older tenant if it means greeting the other.

…though I imagine there’s some angst fodder lurking down there too. Especially if Alucard proudly shows off the cell where the Hellsing family kept him chained, experimented on, or left to rot in isolation until he needed dusting off for a fight. Cheery stuff. And perhaps a touch more disillusioning even before the mess in Brazil happens.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Alucard Accepting You As A Genuine Vampire

Alucard X FemReader

Rating: M

Warnings: Blood, gore, steam, mentions of death, Alucard (yes he is a warning cause dang)

Word Count: 827

Blood coated you and the powerful vampire you struggled against. You’d been alive for so long that you began to lose count as the years passed you by. Your victims a blur in your mind as their voices overlapped one another. It was beginning to drive you mad, enough to go on a spree of killings where you gained the attention of a group of people you should have feared. The Hellsing Organization wasn’t going to let you continue on the bloodbath you were losing yourself in. Now you stood before their greatest and most powerful weapon, and he was laughing as you both tore at one another. Your chest heaved as the gash on your chest healed quickly, but the blood staining your tattered shirt further.

“Finally,” he growled hoarsely, “a fight I can enjoy.”

“Glad to know I bring you unfettered amusement oh great Alucard,” you hissed.

He laughed insanely, training his guns on you. You didn’t back down, your red eyes glaring unwaveringly. He chuckled holstering the weapons again.

“I think I’ll enjoy tearing you to pieces with my bare hands.”

You scoffed, “Come and try it.”

The struggle had lasted until almost dawn, where you and Alucard remained in a tie until he had unleashed himself fully. You couldn’t stand against him in his ancient form, the one he had had so long ago. You fell quickly, your wounds beginning to heal slower and slower. You snarled for him to finish the job, but instead he cupped your chin before giving you a grin that left you disturbed.

Years later and you found yourself under the command of Integra Hellsing and made into Alucard’s helper. Like he had needed it. But for some reason that night you had earned the powerful vampire’s respect. He said that he had fought many enemies but they never impressed him like you did. They weren’t true vampires, unwilling to do anything that a creature such as himself could. You didn’t know if it was good or bad that Alucard liked you. Time would tell, but you felt like you needed to walk on eggshells around him. You didn’t know if he had been unhinged before being turned or if time had made him that way. Despite his crazed tendencies he was calculating and cold. A dog for Integra that knew what he was doing. You couldn’t lie to yourself that he’s attractive, though you didn’t want him to know that.

Alucard brought you along on another one of his missions. Vampires running amok causing chaos in the most annoying way possible. It was something that he could handle on his own but for some reason he deemed it necessary that you accompany him. It didn’t take you both long to track down your suspects and despite letting Alucard take over, he made sure that you had your fair share of the action. He couldn’t explain to himself, why he enjoyed watching you fight at his side. You were ruthless and cold, the most efficient vampire killer. Where he liked to toy with his prey, make them beg and leave them in absolute terror. He had heard the phrase ‘opposites attract’ countless times through his long life. Maybe you were the one he never really searched for. He licked his lips when you finished, wiping blood from your cheek.

“So messy,” you commented on his soiled appearance. He shrugged, giving you a grin that both scared and thrilled you. He stepped forward, closing the distance between you both, your blood red eyes widening in surprise. Alucard cupped your cheek with a stained gloved hand. He wordlessly kissed you, letting himself explore these feelings the mix of your taste and the blood that lingered on your mouths intoxicating him. You were stiff, frightened on what this powerful creature was doing to you, before you finally relaxed. Letting Alucard have his way, you couldn’t lie that you were enjoying it. When he pulled away with glassy eyes and the look on your face causing the animal in him to erupt. He smashed his mouth against yours, the kiss now a mess of sharp teeth and tongue. You had seen Alucard lick up blood from his forearm many times and it made you shiver every time. You just knew he had to taste delicious but you never had the courage to take this step. Now that he had initiated the contact, you fought back. Tugging at his midnight locks you held him close until you had your fill. Alucard bit your mouth letting your blood fill his mouth. You returned the favor until you both pulled apart.

“Finally,” he hummed, “a vampire I can gladly call my equal.”

“Did you just accept me as one of your kind,” you smirked.

“I have since that first day we fought,” his feral grin pulled at his lips. “Don’t disappoint me.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” you purred pulling him back down to meet your mouth. 

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 27: Voiceless

Some Alucard whump for @whumptober today.

Prompt: Voiceless, laboratory, muzzled Fandom: Hellsing Character: Alucard

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Day 27: Voiceless

An unfortunate incident leaves Alucard injured and captured by a mysterious faction who wish to use him for experimentation. Will Integra and the Hellsing organization be able to find him in time?

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The fuzziness was an odd sensation. One Alucard was not familiar with. He didn’t know what had happened, why he felt this way.

He tried to move but found he couldn’t. His arms appeared to be stretched out to the sides, and he was held at the wrists in some mockery of the stigmata by something that vaguely burned

“The subject appears to be waking, Father Benedict.”

“Ah, wonderful. I have been looking forward to this moment for a long time. Finally seeing what makes Hellsing’s ultimate weapon tick.”

***

There were no formal introductions given. But Alucard parsed together enough information on his own. He seemed to be in some Vatican funded laboratory in the bowels of what he assumed were a church’s catacomb. Whatever this operation was, it was led by a man named Father Benedict; a stern, aging priest with a sharp, hypocritical eye for sinners.

The thing that bothered Alucard most was that he had little recollection of how he had ended up here. He vaguely remembered a mission, checking out a building. And after that everything fades away. The memory issues might have something to do with whatever they were pumping into him via the needle inserted into his neck. Some holy concoction of their own making, most likely.

“Just what do you think you’re going to do to Hellsing’s ultimate weapon?” Alucard asked, smirking.

The priest was nonplussed. “Furthering research into killing vampires.”

“Oh? Is that so? So you plan to torture me until you find out what you want to know? I don’t think my Master will take very kindly to you toying with her weapon.”

“Your master is the one who handed you over willingly,” the priest said with an attempt at being smug.

Alucard actually laughed, the sharp sound echoing around the stone walls.

“Really? Is that a fact, priest? The very thought of my Master Integra working with the Papists—heh, maybe you should try again. Are you not aware that lying in a sin?”

Father Benedict glowered. “It does not matter. You are not one of God’s creatures and you will die like every other vile beast of the field.”

“I could say the same for you,” Alucard said darkly. “How I will await the day that my Master comes to fetch me back and puts you in your place—a hole in unholy ground.”

The priest was obviously furious, though trying his best to hide it. He snapped at his assistant. “I’m done listening to it speak. Let’s muzzle the beast.”

Alucard laughed until they forced the muzzle over his mouth and nose. It had an inner plate made of blessed silver that was forced into his mouth, pressing against his tongue, burning. It did not break him yet though. He refused to be broken. He had had so much worse done to him than this and survived. He sneered behind the muzzle, piercing the priest with his eyes.

The man would inevitably meet the devil someday, but in the meantime, he would have to face Alucard.

***

They started with stakes. Consecrated silver, holy things, or so the priest claimed—blessed by a Cardinal or something. They stung, yes, but it was hardly consequential to Alucard. He’d had worse. It didn’t matter how many they drove into his body, through his cold heart. It would not kill a vampire as powerful as he was.

***

The holy water was next, poured into the healing holes riddling Alucard’s body once they finally pulled the stakes out. It burned, eating at his flesh before it could fully regenerate. Alucard growled behind the muzzle. This was admittedly more painful than the stakes. The smell of his acid-burned flesh wafted up, sickening.

“The sinful nature of the beast is apparent by how much it is affected,” the priest said with a cruel satisfaction.

Perhaps try pouring it over yourself and see how much better you react, Alucard would have snipped if he hadn’t been muzzled. Or does your piety truly hold up?

The burning continued, and Alucard began to worry just a bit. He had already been here for a while, and now the pain was starting to eat into his bones little by little.

Integra, he called inwardly. You had best collect your weapon before there is little left of him.

***

The holy water torture continued, with more creativity. As his wounds healed sluggishly, the priest put some into a syringe and pumped it directly into Alucard’s veins.

That was agony that he hadn’t quite expected. As he was reeling from that, his muzzle was partly removed, only for the holy water to be poured into his mouth via a funnel they shoved down his throat.

He finally screamed, his throat tearing, blood pouring from his mouth as his insides burned. He writhed against the restraints in an attempt to escape the agony.

“This method seems quite effective,” the priest noted for his assistant. “Unfortunately, it’s not the best battlefield method, but still…enlightening.”

Alucard spat a wad of bloody bile at the priest before his muzzle was shoved back over his face. He could no longer scream, only gurgle.

***

The next session, they used the holy water on his eyes.

***

Alucard had thought the blinding would be the worst thing they did to him. He knew he would heal eventually, especially with a little blood, but at the moment it was disorienting as he relied on his dulled senses to try and figure out what the priest was about to do to him next.

His muzzle was removed once again. He didn’t get the chance to spit more vitriol at the priest though before something else was shoved into his mouth, cranked until it forced his jaw open.

He had indeed thought burning his eyes out would have been the worst thing, but then he felt something closing around one of his fangs.

He growled in protest, trying to pull away, but his fang was wrenched out of his mouth with a sharp tug. Alucard screamed in desperation as the others were removed as well.

His mouth was full of blood by the time they were finished, and he slumped in the restraints.

“Now the great weapon is just a dog with no fangs,” the priest said with cruel satisfaction.

Blood dripped down Alucard’s chin. He had no reply. He had nothing. He felt himself drifting, and this time he didn’t bother to stop it.

***

He was woken by the sound of gunfire.

He still could not see, but he could sense a familiar presence.

Integra…

“Alucard!”

Hands briefly pressed to his cheeks before ripping off the muzzle. “My God, Alucard,” Integra breathed before shouting, “Help me get him down from here, dammit!”

She ripped out the needle that was still administering the drug to him.

More figures approached hurriedly. The chains holding Alucard were released and he slumped forward with a soft moan, caught by several hands before he was lowered to the floor.

“Go fetch a stretcher,” Integra said firmly.

“Can walk….” Alucard slurred.

“Hush,” Integra whispered, her hand on his face again, thumb just brushing the burns around his eyes. “They’ll burn for what they did to you. All of them will.”

Her fire bolstered him a bit, offering a little strength. “My Master,” he sighed wearily.

“Easy, Alucard, allow me to give you some blood.”

He felt her shift and heard a knife opening before the scent of Integra’s blood hit his nostrils.

He leaned forward eagerly and Integra cradled the back of his head, holding him upright as she pressed her bleeding arm to his mouth.

“Drink as much as you need,” she told him, running a hand through his matted hair. “You will heal, correct?”

Alucard hummed. “Yes…with time.”

“Then until then, rest easy,” Integra said softly as he lapped at her arm. “It’s my turn to watch over you.”

[autumnaaltonen]

RE ALUCARD REQUESTS okay okay hear me out: Alucard escorting a human Reader to a spooky fancy vampire ball or some shit and the fact that they'll be the only human there is freaking them out bc hi hello they don't want to get eaten or worse and Alucard responds by getting POSSESSIVE.....

We 'bout to get GLITZY up in here. Making Reader androgynous here, but there isn't too much to hint either way. Enjoy!

Rating: M

Warnings: General Alucard-esc violence.

When Alucard first asked to bring you on one of his annual visits to what can only be described as Vampiric NATO, you were extremely hesitant.

He assures you that Integra has attended with him many times over the years before meeting you, and that she was able to handle herself just fine. But you reason, "THAT'S INTEGRA."

The powerful she/they were the living authority on whether every vamp in that vicinity would continue their unlife or be blown to smithereens by her loyal servant.

You were human too, but Alucard was not your weapon, he was your lover.

Alucard reasons that this very fact makes you even more of a threat to his fellow freaks, as his having not courted a human for centuries made you a very rare and invaluable asset. He assures you that he will keep you safe, and who could say no to that handsome face? So you cave.

When you reach the castle of unknown European territory, Alucard morphs partially into his Vladcard form, wearing his ornate armour, cape, and fantastic sword, but keeping his modern facial features and hair.

In order to match, he dresses you in the finest garments of his mortal Romanian era, adorning you with jewels and holy relics from the Hellsing archives that only the most elite Vatican members could ever hope of even viewing.

It doesn't make you as intimidating as Integra, but it definitely sends a clear message that you were OFF LIMITS to any unholy creature unable to withstand the very essence of God that grazed your skin in the form of blessed silver and religious symbolage.

In Alucard's eyes, you were already royalty, worthy to stand by the side of the No-Life King and former Voivode of Romania, but your current visage only cemented that fact.

When he finally sees you after you return from your dressing room, the man literally fans to one knee, taking your ringed fingers in his own, kissing your knuckles lightly.

"Your Majesty," he smiles. You laugh at his theatrics, before realizing he was entirely serious. That fact makes your very knees tremble in affection, before you throw your arms around his neck and pepper his pale face with kisses, which he happily returns.

When Vlad Alucard leads you into the ballroom, he loops his arm around your lower waist, keeping you pressed close to his side.

Obviously night out, the ballroom was lit with candles and moonlight, the stars twinkling brightly outside tall floor to ceiling windows. The floor was a pearl marble, walls decked out in golden wallpaper and detailed paintings of a bygone era. An orchestra of familiars plays exquisite classical music, perfect for dancing.

There must have been at least 200 people—no, vampires. All of them dressed to the nines in a variety of fashions, jewellery and weaponry.

The shine of swords, daggers and even guns adorning hips makes you stiffen, to which Alucard gently strokes your back in reassurance.

He leads you along as he greets and socializes with his kin. You notice that every time you approach a new group, they deeply bow towards Alucard, a gesture he does not return. Rather, giving a small nod in acknowledgement

Of course, he was the big dog. Why were you even surprised?

He introduces you by name, before adding the title of his "most treasured jewel and precious love." It makes you flush like crazy, not only from the love that fills your chest, but the surprised stares you earn from the immortal guests.

You were human, but you were far from stupid. You saw the blood thirst in their eyes, hidden behind polite smiles and welcomes.

Alucard was no fool either, taking the time to stroke your hair, caress your neck, and kiss your lips between every moment in-between pleasantries. He made you feel appreciated, but you also felt the stares burning into the back of your head.

Two vampires in particular had caught your attention, who you have been informed as a former Duke of France, and a German Knight of the Protestant Reformation.

The Duke and Knight spy on you and your lover for then entire night, exchanging whispered words and occasional glances that meet your mortal eyes, which they return with a smirk and a lick of their fangs. You attempt to keep your gaze on your King, but the burn of their ruby eyes never leave you.

Alucard eventually notices your anxiety, of which you've tried to hide as best you can, so he may enjoy himself, but he knows you inside and out, and pulls you to the side of the ballroom to inquire of your sudden change in mood.

When you finally admit to him of the Duke and Knight's thirsty stares on your visage, his caring eyes instantly turn furious and rageful.

You quickly take his face into your hands, reassuring Alucard that you know you are safe by his side, but he's having none of it.

Someone dares to look upon his love without his permission? To make them fearful with lustful gazes and belittle their status as his partner?

Oh hell no.

Alucard removes your hands from his face, kissing both of your palms with delicacy light as a feather, before leading you to a Princess he introduced to you earlier, a beautiful vampiress, and one of the few in the castle who offered you a genuine welcome. He leaves you by her side, requesting her watch of you (of which she obviously obeys) before he storms across the ballroom and towards the twinned source of unease.

She whispers in your ear, asking what has stirred the King so? You admit that he's about to cause a ruckus, which she smiles at fervently.

You hear the distinctive 'shink' of a sword being unsheathed, Alucard wielding his weapon casually in one hand as he stands in the center of the dance floor. The music stops, and everyone becomes silent.

Alucard's voice booms across the room, echoing off of the walls, he calls upon the Duke and Knight by name, daring them to approach.

They do so, bowing before Alucard with wide eyes, fully aware of the mistake they have made. As they rise, the Knight dares another tested look in your direction, to which you turn your head into the shoulder of the Princess.

The sound of flesh being separated and torn ripples in the air, Alucard grabbing the Knight by the throat and digging the tip of his blade into both of the vampire's eyes. He screams in pain, writhing in Alucard's grasp. The Duke takes a step back in fear, before Alucard raises his long sword towards the coward's throat.

"Let this be a lesson for all those foolish enough to gaze at my jewel with thirsty eyes. Any who dare challenge their authority here will answer to the steel of my blade, or the silver of my gun."

You realize he means this quite literally, as he forces the two vampires to choose their fate: either a beheading by sword, or a blessed bullet between the eyes.

Quite the party indeed, especially when Alucard ravages you the following morning for all in the castle to hear.

[lady-snowbl00d]

Exquisite Torture

Summary: Integra needs information from a certain magician - She decides to enlist Alucard's help to get the information out of him. Mild flirty Alutegra. Not explicit, just the usual dark themes.

Written mostly as a character study and because I got inspired by a show I was watching. And my new followers inspired me too. Enjoy!

A magician was captured by the organization, one with both too much power and too much knowledge – the latter of which Integra needed. He had the knowledge to the location of a weapon his coven had created—an enchanted relic – one that, similar to Alucard himself, she thought – could destroy cities. It had already happened twice now, and the threat was coming to London next.

“I will not tell you a thing,” the captured magician cocked his head confidently and smiled at the suited-up blonde before him. “Your tricks won’t work on me. All your organization does is eliminate those of us who are special…”

She laughed a little and leaned into him.

“Oh really? I find we attack freaks appropriately. Such as when there is a threat. Have you and your coven not attacked England twice now?”

Her voice was stoic, although inside, she felt herself fuming.

“I will ask you one last time,” she straightened up and crossed her arms behind her back. “Where is the relic?”

And suddenly, the man spat up at her, drops of saliva smacking her cheek, glasses, chin and neck. The leader of Hellsing simply sighed, bored and seemingly not unsettled, as she removed a handkerchief from her coat pocket and resumed to wipe off her glasses and face.

However, in an instant, she felt Alucard’s presence, and had she not had the odd connection to the vampire, she would have seen him in the magician’s eyes, which flickered in the slightest apprehension.

Integra snapped a finger and held up her index finger, not looking away from the tied up man before her.

“Alucard, outside,” she said, while keeping her eyes on the man. Fortunately, her vampire obeyed, disappearing through the entryway.

“Well, since you are determined to do this the difficult way,” she said. “I’ll be leaving now.”

She smiled nonchalantly, and walked out of the room into the dark hallways. She leaned against the wall, took out a cigar, and lit it. After a puff, she called him.

“Alucard, you may proceed.”

He descended from the walls, a black cloud forming into his image of a man. The thought crossed Integra’s mind about how much of a man he even was. He was more mass, energy, visage.

“My Master,” he said. “I wish you would have let me cut off his head-”

“Mm. I see,” he said, and stepped towards her. “Have you or any of your soldiers attempted other ways of obtaining the information?”

“We have more important things to do,” she breathed, taking another puff of the cigar. “This sorcerer…He has the knowledge of the relic’s location, and he hasn’t released it to us yet. And any reading tricks won’t work on him, the same as they don’t work on the others. They are shielded.”

Integra knew exactly what he meant. Torture, of course.

And she wanted her vampire to do it. The magician had properly pissed her off, and she knew Alucard would be the best at inflicting such violence.

“Not yet.”

“And what would you like me to do, my Master?” he pressed.

Integra knew he wanted to hear her say it, demand such a mess from him. He lavished in her directing the violence he inflicted, liked her fury.

“I would like you to obtain the information needed from him,” she said. “Anyway you can. In fact…”

She felt herself today quite daring.

“Take your time. I demand to see blood.”

A low laugh rumbled from his chest and a grin spread over his face, before he stepped forward. Alucard eyed her lips and leaned in, close enough to kiss her, and the awful, tempting thought crossed Integra’s mind.

“I will give you all you want and more,” he purred, looking into her eyes. “My Integra.”

His words – the last of which he had never used in tandem before—made her swell with feeling, and she did her best to hide how affected she was. Her lips twisted in a small smirk.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” he said softly, the tone deeper and more intimate than she thought appropriate.

“No. Go on.”

She nodded to the locked door a few steps from them. He stepped away from her now, breaking the tension, and Integra crossed an arm over herself, taking the cigar in her lips once more with her other hand.

Suddenly, Alucard stopped in his tracks before he got to the door. He turned to look at his leader and asked her a most appealing question.

“Do you want to watch?” he suggested, smirking slightly.

Integra took a moment to mull over this, and came to a decision.

“You know,” she said, “This time I think I will.”

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

Hellsing Rewatch: Episode Two Thoughts

(Picking this up a full year later)

Why is Van Helsing German 😭 In the novel he also throws in random German phrases. Sir you are Dutch??

Forever a funny choice to give Alucard a black coat in the flashback and Van Helsing the red coat. Alucard wants to be him so bad

Love that Van Helsing looks like an amalgamation of Integra (eye color), Arthur (the hair), and Anderson (the general shape of the lower half of his face

We went off topic for a bit thinking about a btvs and Hellsing crossover, and how much Integra and Buffy would dislike each other. Also my one and only Hellsing face cast opinion is that Seras would look like a young Sarah Michelle Gellar so that would be funny. Also the entire Zorin fight would be so so devastating to see her act out.

Joshua!!!!

The way the front of the Hellsing estate looks so dry and withered. I like to think that’s Alucard’s impact.

Jan is so annoying jesus

Is… is the mist in the Hellsing hallway always there?

How exactly does Integra guess that they have a security leak? Anyway rip rip her going from “We have a security leak” to talking to Walter in the same breath

Or like the spears in the painting, is that just a trap they always have set up? How many soldiers and like random staff have these people accidentally killed because the manor is so full of dumb traps

There are SO MANY paintings in the hallways. Integra will not furnish her home but by god she will decorate the walls.

Jesus even in the conference room. I wonder how much tax evasion is happening with those paintings

“I don’t know who armed and trained these creatures” SURE YOU DON’T WALTER

Luke choosing to dramatically break down the door instead of just… opening it?

Rip Alucard just sitting in the dark like a fucking weirdo.

The way he has NOTHING in his gloomy ass basement room. Just a single chair and a tiny side table. He truly gets no enrichment in his enclosure. No wonder he’s so unwell

WALTER CUM DORNEZ

Walter is basically just evil Giles, yes?

I forgot how horny this show is for guns holy shit

The falling wine glass is a very fun visual to highlight how quickly they draw and shoot their respective weapons

LOLLL Alucard laughing and the Luke starting up a couple seconds later because he doesn’t want to be left out

::shuddering:: Jan’s arm comes off so easily

Still really pissed that they took out the “Welcome to Hellsing”

Alucard’s so gross 💖💖💖 all the centipedes and the eyes and the baby screaming sound effects!!!

It’s also genuinely such a fun choice to have his head and hands fall away like that, it really gives the impression that they’re like just for show.

He’s so excited to be fighting with someone, and then like so genuinely mad and disappointed when Luke isn’t up to par lmao

The way he keeps calling Luke a punk in the subtitle translation 😭😭

Love that he apparently knows that the rest of the gang are struggling against Jan upstairs but he still chooses to do nothing

The cooldown hug 💖💖💖

I like to think that Walter is so defensive of Islands blaming Integra for everyone in the manor dying (lmao) because it was his fault. He’s like hey she couldn’t have foreseen this!

I do think it’s still absolutely ludicrous that no one survived sjdjdhdfs

The way Integra’s never fucking heard of Star Wars. God I wish that were me

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Hellsing AU idea. Everything's the same, except Van Helsing did things a little differently; Alucard is now a sentient vampire bat. Can talk due to his shape-shifting abilities, but cannot return to a human form unless the seals are released/activated, and only for very brief moments resulting in Alucard not being used as a weapon or being able to fight normally much to his chargin. This was done because Van Helsing couldn't figure out how to kill him, so he did that.

Hilariously or horrifyingly depending on your perspective Alucard is still able to fight, in the way that he still has access to his ability to use shadows and blood to his advantage. It's just very inconvenient, and will take a lot of energy out of him due to the fact his abilities are mostly sealed away aside from those few things.

This does mean his role is different, being mostly the weird Hellsing family pet and nest advisor when it comes to vampires/warfare. Something that comes very useful at times. He also has pretty good grasp of finances as well, and other subjects as well. To Abraham, he was mostly the bat that Abraham kept in the basement and had a bat sized coffin made for (Alucard depises it with a passion). To Arthur, he was a bit annoying due to his snide remarks, and was geniunely horrified at some of his advice when it came to WW II, upon being allowed to retain a human form beneath Walter, Arthur learned just how dangerous Alucard really was, and decided to just keep him in the form of a bat.

With Integra, he did meet her a lot earlier than 12. Not by much, but enough to know that something wasn't right when Arthur got sick and suspected Richard, though wasn't believed. Was a bit miffed by that. To Integra, he is a good advisor, though he gave her the nasty surprise of Seras. Which honestly Integra just doesn't want to know why or how that happened.

He ends up being overlooked quite often due to his small stature as a bat, and the fact that he's not really allowed to talk with anyone who isn't aware of his pridectatment. Sometimes he'll do it anyway, just because he's bored out of his mind, and he really, really doesn't want to read over London's train schedule, or Great Expectations again for the fortieth time.

[diinferi]

ORIGIN

[THE HELLSING ORGANIZATION] Founded centuries ago to defend England from the terrors of the night, the Hellsing Organisation acts as the Queen’s sword against any and all supernatural and inhuman threats. Founded by famed vampire hunter Abraham Hellsing, the organisation is now overseen by his great granddaughter, Ser Integra Hellsing. Though their unorthodox methods and employees have nearly left them ostracized by their own government, no other task force has ever proven themselves as capable at combating the monsters of this world.

LOCATION

[HELLSING ESTATE] Located a short distance outside of London proper, this sprawling estate is home to Ser Integra, the Hellsing Organisation, and two of the most dangerous beings alive. The Organisation coordinates their missions and recuperates from their battles here, making it a hub of activity. It’s also usually a nigh-impregnable fortress, just so long as there aren’t any Texan ghouls visiting that day. If you work for the Hellsing Organisation, expect to spend a lot of time here. Just don’t walk your dog on the lawn, I hear they planted landmines. Jumpers with the Hellsing origin may choose to start here.

PERKS

[FOUR STAR HUMOR] You’d think with so much violence, gore, and wholesale destruction, this place would be a real downer. Instead, it’s fucking hilarious! Quips are clean, snark has the perfect sting to it, callbacks pay off in spades, and everyone’s comedic timing is so goddamn good! Now you are invested with the same spark of comedy that shines through in this show. It’s almost like a team of professional writers are spending months writing your jokes.

[GETTING MEDIEVAL] When facing down the armies of darkness, some prefer the old ways. Integra wields a sabre. Yumi swings a katana. Hell, we’ve got Zoren and Anderson over here using scythes and bayonets. Whether you fight with trench knives, cavalry spears, or another kind of bladed weapon, you’re a master of armed melee combat. With training as extensive as yours, perhaps bringing a sword to a nazi vampire gunfight isn’t such a losing proposition.

[GUNSMITH] With such a variety of monstrosities out there, the warriors of the Hellsing Organisation often needed the right tool for the right job. Thankfully, experienced monster hunter Walter Dormain stepped up and began supplying Hellsing operatives with effective (if sometimes outlandish) firearms and other equipment. Now, you too share his proficiency for weaponsmithing. Need a fifty-pound pistol chambered in 13mm high-explosive? You can make that work. Want to turn that fledgling vampire over there into a one-woman anti-air network? It might take some tinkering, but you can throw together a suitable firearm given time and materials. Really demonstrate the mastery of your craft as you reduce your enemies to red sauce.

[I'M A VAMPIRE HUNTER FIRST] Oh, you’re an old hand at this. Like Walter and Ser Integra, you’re well acquainted with the eldritch horrors of the world and how to best dispatch them. You have a lifetime of experience fighting the strange and supernatural, as well as knowledge of their strengths and weaknesses. You could turn your deadly arts against mortal foes; a human with this perk and the element of surprise could take down a room of soldiers by themselves. But your skills truly shine when facing down honest, inhuman monsters. Walter was just a man (albeit a very skilled one) and he still managed to hold his own against Alucard in single combat. This is no substitute for the supernatural abilities needed to take down the strongest of supernatural foes, but artificial vampires and even some lesser werekin will seem like unremarkable opponents to you.

[SHARPSHOOTER] Sharpshooter: Some people don’t need magic to make their bullets connect. Some people are just damn-good shots. You are a bane to clay pigeons everywhere, with marksmanship to rival the best Hellsing has to offer. These skills scale with your inherent power level, so the average schmuck would find themselves on par with professional military snipers, while a trained professional could match shots with the catholic gunslinger Heinkel. Got the blood of a True Vampire? Well, you’ll be shooting a dozen V1 rockets out of the air from four kilometers away, so long as you have canons that can reach that far. You may not be doing anything unreal without other abilities, but even without vampire powers or giant guns, your sharpshooting borders on the supernatural.

[TERROR] You’re a master of intimidation, giving even immortal creatures pause with your mere presence. Of course, it’s better if there’s some truth behind the fear. Build up a reputation like Anderson, and you could stun a platoon of nazi vampires mid-frenzy. This also applies to a quieter form of terror, letting you sow fear like The Crimson Fucker himself. Whether you communicate by blood-chilling stares or carrier pigeon, you can instill as much fear as your reputation would warrant, right up until you seize the moment and FUCK the fear turkey!

[UNDER YOUR SKIN] You can be a real prick at times. You have the unnerving ability to find the exact thing to say to aggravate people. Some might yell back, some might blindly charge into battle, but they will all be angry when you want them to be. Whether you’re bringing up some brat’s alcoholic father or calling your boss a bitch to her face, you are the Michaelangelo of getting people to hate you.

ITEMS

[STANDARD KIT] Can’t have you fighting the enemies of mankind completely nude. Well, you could, and no doubt some of the folks here might appreciate it, but it would make things a bit trickier. Instead you’ve been outfitted with some basic combat equipment, courtesy of your faction. For the Nazis among you, that might mean an SS uniform and an MP40. For Hellsing operatives and their allies, you’ll get a set of appropriate combat fatigues and a modern assault rifle. Whichever quartermaster supplies your gear, you’ll have durable clothing, any standard-issue equipment carried by the average foot soldier, and a suitable weapon with plenty of ammunition. Not that it will do you much good against the creatures of the night.

[HOLY BULLETS] If you’re going to be fighting monsters, you’ll want every advantage you can get. Jumpchan has secured a contract with the Royal Armory, providing you with crates of sanctified ammunition in appropriate calibers for any firearm you own. Be ready for World War Three with plenty of ammunition! New shipments will resupply your stockpiles at the end of each week.

[WHEELS] Sure, you may be able to run faster than a speeding locomotive, but who wants to be so pedestrian? You are now the proud owner of a luxurious personal vehicle. This could be a private jet from the Vatican, an expensive antique car, or even a stagecoach pulled by purebred racehorses. Whatever your choice, ride in the smug assuredness of luxury.

[“I SEE FOUR”] This is almost a literal ton of explosives. If you set them all off at once, you could create an explosion visible from across the city. This could be a pallet of plastic explosive, enough landmines to surround a country estate, enough 40mm grenades to stave off a charging vampire horde, or enough explosive vests to outfit an entire company of ninja catholic suicide bombers. Yes, really. This supply restocks at the start of each month.

[70-INCH PLASMA SCREEN TV] Exactly what it says on the box, courtesy of Ser Integra. You’ve got a full home entertainment system here, along with a subscription to dozens of streaming services, ensuring that you always have something to keep you mollified. She’s also thrown in a top-of-the-line gaming computer and the highest-quality internet money can buy. Better hope some blonde little shit doesn’t blow this one up too.

DRAWBACKS

[I LIVED IN LEEDS. NOTHING HAPPENED] Something most certainly happened in your childhood. Something bad. Like, bad enough that it led to the darkest scene in Team Four Star history. And you’re not just going to handwaive your backstory away, either. This is going to have real, resurfacing consequences going forward. Maybe your self-esteem will be shot to shit, or you’ll freeze up when your enemies pressure you, or you’ll be too busy hiding behind a cheery face to form meaningful relationships. Whatever the case, you’re going to carry your personal baggage for most, if not all, of your time here.

FUTURE

[JOURNEY ON] And so we must part ways. I hope you’ve enjoyed your time here, and that you bring as much Hellsing craziness as possible with you to your next Jump. See you next time, Jumper.

[casullcasket]

How does Bishop typically act around people when he's not on a mission or is freely out and about when Elizabeth isn't around or not giving orders?

So, the short answer is nothing. His coffin has locks on the outside, so he just rests until his next mission.

Below is the long answer/ explanation:

Bishop and Elizabeth’s point narratively is kinda supposed to be a “what could’ve been” for the dynamic that Alucard and Integra have.

Bishop is treated like a weapon very literally: he’s let out to hunt, and then tucked back away into his coffin. It’s supposed to mirror the dynamic that was implied between Alucard and Arthur, where he was let out to hunt (the dawn) and then sealed back away in the basement.

However, Integra breaks that cycle. My interpretation is that it stems from her father’s death. He wasn’t around to sway her opinion to do things his way, she simply ran things the way she saw was right, and she only saw it fair to let Alucard (and eventually Seras) roam the manor freely, have their own quarters, ect.

This is where Elizabeth becomes a foil: Her father, James Morris, was around to mentor her - she worked as second-in-command under him until he decided she was ready to take over, and then he retired.

Unlike Abraham, who describes Vampires to Integra as miserable creatures who who gravitate towards violence because they want to be put out of their misery, James describes to Elizabeth that vampires are creatures who are completely feral and emotionless: That every emotion a vampire shows is a mimick made to lure humans to their demise, and any personality from life is truly gone. James explains to Elizabeth that that is why Bishop doesn’t show any emotion, because “he knows he can’t fool us.”

In present day, she still believes this to be true. She doesn’t meet Bishop until well into her 20s, and during their time of working together he doesn’t show any signs that disprove her father’s logic, so she continues to run things his way. Bishop has the same bind to the Morris family that Alucard does to Hellsing, so he continues to follow orders obediently and without complaint

[rennsdeaddoves]

Long Fic / Fic Series List

a list of the long fic's / series, their sumaries, ratings, and ships! the colour of the fic titles indicate their position on my dead dove scale (if you need a reminder go to my intro post)

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Awakened - Akira / ghost in the shell crossover

this fic is a guilty pleasure of mine, it is a cross over between the 1988 film Akira (and the original manga) and the 1995 Ghost in the shell movie.

throughout this fic it follows my OC a girl named Tehanu who is on Major Motoko's team of elites. like the Major she is also a fully cyborg, she has a complete shell provided to her by section nine and thus she works dutifully with her team.

however on a slow day they get a call about explosions going off downtown Tokyo though when they arrive the culprit is gone, though not entirely as Tehanu catches a glimpse of a boy in a red cape fleeing the scene. she gives chance and when she catches up with him she is met with Tetsuo Shima, who is entirely confused on where he is and why he is not back at the stadium facing down Kaneda.

this is a slow burn, enemies to begrudging allies to lovers fic where the main paring is Tetsuo Shima (akira) x Cannon (my oc)

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When we Make it to the Other Side - Journey to the west

A modern day political Science major named Rue gets flung back though time and space ending up ancient china, after wandering for a few days on her own she runs into a traveling group comprised of three demons and a Monk. reluctantly she joins their group knowing that because they are headed to the Buddha himself it is likely her best bet of returning to her own time. but maybe she's not destined to go back...

Jttw fic where it has isekai type elements, @skittlescripts story Isekaie'd to the west inspired me to write this one

Sun Wukong x Oc

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The Sweetness of Rot - Lego Monkie Kid

Official Summary; Tao is the creation of Sun Wukong. She is his daughter, made by accident and loved wholeheartedly by; Him, his Monkeys, friends, gods, and demons alike

Wukong really thought that after her, his life turned around for the very best, truly he did… but fate is cruel and unfair. Tao is ripped away from him by destiny’s hand in the form of his oldest “friend”. Macaque thinks he deserves this, he has a right to her. After all, how dare the piece of shit that took his whole life away get to live his to the very best with a daughter and friends he doesn’t deserve. Taking her from him was only the first step in his plan, he will break her, pick up the pieces, and put them back together making someone who is unrecognizable to the monkey king. A perfect weapon to beat him, a monster to kill him. 

Wukong x daughter oc

this one is gonna break ya'lls hearts i can guarantee it

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The Will of Gods and Monsters - Hellsing Ultimate

official summary; what is the human will? The age-old argument is of whether humans have free will at all, but if you want to go deeper, what about the Gods we serve? And what of the monsters they create? 

Father Alexander Anderson makes choices that hurt him, he fixes those choices and eradicates all love for anyone except God. Though it is debatable who his god is. 

Aireth made a choice in her young life to explore the world and subsequently got tangled up with a Lord by the name of Vlade Tempest, or Vlad the Impaler, she made an oath, by choice, and it continues to bite her in the ass even after she thinks she’s rid herself of it. 

Finally, Abbadon. She seems to have no free will of her own, constantly controlled by the ones who took her as a child she never gets to make her own choices. Until she did, and the glass was broken. 

It can be argued that humans have free will, Integra willingly killed her Uncle to save Hellsing, Walter willingly serves as her butler. 

But what of the monsters under her control? Alucard, Aireth, Saris? What of the gods? Anderson, Seraph? Is their will their own? 

Alexander Anderson x Oc + The Captain (Hans) x OC

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Jujutsu Kaisen End of the Dynasty series - Jujutsu kaisen

ok- technically this should be considered an au because i've changed quite a few things for this... but eh

so since there is no way i'm explaining what this is without a massive post imma just sumarize for yall.

Sukuna has a daughter which he despises at first, but he soon grows to love her. she grows under his reign as the king of curses and she is cared for, protected, and loved (also overly sheltered at some points)

eventually Sukuna gets sealed away and Kohaku (his daughter) is left to her own devices for 1000 years, she travels, trains, hones in her skills, and eventually begins to collect her father fingers so she can bring him back, but it doesn't go that way when the sorcerers ambush her and she is locked away until Satoru Gojo finds out and thinks that she can be an excellent asset.

Sukuna x Daughter series that transitions into a Yuji x oc (don't worry i handle the vessel issue)

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Star War; Untold Truths - Star Wars

Official summary;

Olds wounds are to be opened and secrets long kept will be washed ashore such is the nature of life. Even more, is the nature of the Sith, they lie and cheat their way to victory most times. Using methods of hatred and anger to get them to where they need to be, always in pares of two, no more no less; 

But what if two became three for but a moment in time? 

a series that likely has some of my most depraved work in terms of trauma and trigger warnings (like child sexual slavery)

Basically Darth Vader gains an apprentice appointed by the emperor, his own master, himself. so the Sith for a moment in time become greater than three. this story follows that appretince and how both Vader and her help one another through some of the darkest points in their lives.

Darth Vader x Apprentice OC (found family trope baby!!)

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Creature Series - Moon Knight

a series of four fics documenting one of Khonshu's best moon knights, a young women named Nem who would eventually become his queen

Khonshu x oc

fic one, Haunted by a Darker Side

Summary; The Gods were never reliable in any sense for Nem. her mother prayed and believed but she never did, she thought it was a waste of time and took matters into her own hands. Unfortunately taking things into your own hands will often get you into much more trouble than it's truly worth. 

It was only when Nem really feared for her life that she prayed for the first time, it was only after running from guards with the shiver of the Pharaoh’s last words running through her mind, the moon clear above her as she lay dying in the sand that she truly prayed.  

“Oh Lord Khonshu, god of the moon, Protector of the travellers of the night. Please protect my mother and brothers in my absence, watch over them when I could not.  I beg of you if you are real please, please do this, I'm sorry I never believed or worshipped. I offer the rest of myself to you if you can do this one thing for me-”

What Nem was not expecting was a response to her prayer; 

“Why don’t you protect them yourself? It would be a shame to die on a nice night like this. Allow me to keep you alive Nem of Iken”

She should have known there would be strings attached to that offer… 

Fic two, Transcends to Walking in the Light

Summary; Nem would not let Khonshu be turned to stone, so with Anubis’ help, she announced that she was with child, a new god or goddess of the Ennead. Khonshu must live to raise the child, as Nem would not be able to handle it on her own unless they wanted a rouge god on their hands. 

Begrudgingly they agree, freeing her God, but this freedom comes at a price. 

“You must marry Khonshu, we cannot have a god be born naturally out of wedlock.” 

At least it didn’t need to be conceived within wedlock- but these terms are easily agreed to by both parties. Now the next chapter of Nem’s patronage to Khonshu begins, 

With her as his Queen.

Fic three, Slowly I'm Recovering

Summary; Most agree that on any given night the moon is beautiful, it always has been and always will be. So why was it that Casper could never face it? Did it have something to do with a past she didn’t want to relive and a personal mission that had yet to be completed? Yes, yes it did. But she is too stubborn to admit that aloud. 

So when she gets mixed up with a nice fellow named Steven Grant and his life, her past with the moon god Khonshu comes to a head. And what she's been running from all this time is right in front of her, she just needs to face it with the honour she once had. 

Fic four, The Beauty of Discovering (no summary yet)

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Did You hear the Golden Records? - Transformers Bayverse

a series of five fics covering all five movies and beyond. An Optimus Prime x oc which (after the third movie) turns into an Optimus Prime x daughter oc.

Fic one; MESSENGER

Summary; Up to this point life has not been kind to Ezra Rhett, but she manages in her own way and actually maybe made some good friends in the form of the Witwicky family. When Sam gets his first car and it apparently steels itself she’s the first person he’s calling, the next day when Giant metal beings show themselves to them all in a back alley and ask Sam to save the world she’s already had enough. 

But that pleading look in his eyes has her reluctantly agreeing to go, and very quickly she realizes it would be a cold day in hell if she ever let these kids go through this alone. 

Optimus Prime has a similar thought process when he realized how young the humans helping his team were. He is glad that Ezra decided to stay and help her young friends not for herself but for their safety. The Autobot leader also keeps his eyes on them, he doesn’t need any of the humans helping them get hurt along the way. 

Though sometimes he finds himself being pulled by the Look in her eyes. 

Fic two; Voyager Fic three; Apollo 11 Fic four; Pathfinder Fic Five; Interstellar

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Rust Can be Fatal - Transformers Prime / Undertale Crossover

a two part series where I cross over tfp and Undertale to make something i've been fantasizing about since grade school.

A Megatron x oc which eventually turns into a Megatron x Daughter oc in the second fic.

Fic one, It Had to be You

Summary; Cybertron was a stagnant planet, it had been since the collapse of the space bridges, no, likely since the fall of the thirteen. But it was all about to change, A Gladiator named Megatrounus arose and everything fell into chaos. 

Within that chaos, Seadrift chose her side. She had seen firsthand what the upper castes, her castes had done to the lower and it needed to change. When the change that her planet finally went through happened, she changed with it, and Megatron with her. She never expected for it to happen, one day it was adoration and then she realized it was so much more. But she was never going to act on it, lucky for her he acted first. 

At the peak of it all, they make a decision for the future, and Seadrift is sent away. A small planet on an outer galaxy that the Decepticons had been storing energon on for some time. What Seadrift didn’t expect was the people and Monsters that called the planet home. 

The Monsters welcomed her, she became one of them. And when war engulfed the earth, she took up arms and fought alongside the ones who helped her the most. Seadrift had already lost one planet, one family to war. She’d be dammed if she lost another. 

Fic two; The Reason I'm Alive

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[see-arcane]

At least maybe in this world Alucard can get the ending he wants? Sure Jonathan might not be 100% human physically anymore but he’s still human, you know? And very ready to get some Alucard murdering done.

The questions to consider:

Can Jonathan's kukri do the job of putting him down permanently?

I'm sure something could be cooked up about him and the blade having potency from back home, having successfully slain the Original Dracula and carried over supernatural juice. That or some plot rule about it being further magically honed to the point where the combo of weapon and wielder make the slaying possible. There'd be a requisite ~Thou Art Not Worthy~ moment in which some villain makes a wrong assumption, snatches up the kukri and goes for the kill--only for Alucard to once again pop back up, all smiles. No Jonathan = No potency. RIPieces.

Is Jonathan allowed the narrative opportunity to slay Alucard?

Remember, Jonathan is used to biting increasingly horrifying and/or infuriating bullets for the sake of a Greater Good (up until it involves Mina, who overrules everything). The fact that Alucard is technically Dracula doesn't automatically allow him to override the Greater Good needs just because there's an innate urge to carve the bastard up.

Because Alucard is

1) Insanely overpowered to the point that he has such a puny weak point that it takes THE ENTIRE HELL-MESS OF THE SERIES to allow Millennium the one (1) window of opportunity to poison his power well and temporarily un-exist him and

2) Unfortunately very necessary for Hellsing's whole vampire hunting mission. Seras' presence at least proves they aren't in full 'all vampires are automatically evil and need slaying!!!' mentality, which helps. But even with Hellsing's forces and Seras and (for the foreseeable future) Jonathan's own cryptid strengths in the field, Alucard is THE major player on their side. If Jonathan just up and slew him, where would that leave the heroes? Or the world?*

(*Aside, it would be hilarious if Jonathan just lopped his head off, full dust dissolve, and Walter and Millennium and Anderson all simultaneously dropped dead of a mass rage aneurysm because THEY didn't get to have their special grisly shounen battle pissing match.)

Anyway.

It boils down to Jonathan having to extremely grudgingly play placid with Alucard's presence. Which Alucard would happily take advantage of in two directions.

First, the obvious baiting to try and wheedle fights out of him. Both when he'd wipe the floor with Jonathan and when he's juiced up enough by the plot to take him on in full.

Second, the likewise obvious wheedling about his liminal relationship with humanity and pulling a 'we're not so different' with the whole acknowledgment of God's less than sterling record when it comes to their histories, no matter how many amens are thrown around. Alucard would be bothering this dude like a cat who's found the one person in the room who wants less than nothing to do with him.

...and then.

Then would come the slaughter in the hotel.

Even if Jonathan wasn't there, he'd see the footage. He'd know Integra technically gave the order and allowed Alucard to go wild. Soldiers slaughtered over a lie they were fed. Innocent bystanders caught in needless crossfire. Bodies speared on flagpoles. For the pageantry of it. All when it's glaringly obvious that Alucard, being Alucard, could've swatted the whole problem without killing a single one of them. (Just like he never had to shoot Seras over the vampire in the little village.)

Because Jonathan Harker, the real one, not the flimsy blotted-out stand-in Alucard likely knew in his universe, is not meant to be here. He's not meant to swallow all this aggro horror bullshit and keep trucking without issue. The fact that Seras seemingly gets over it within the night (or at least successfully represses it) also has to be a blow. All that being said, I think that arc would be the absolute closest Jonathan would come to snapping and trying to put Alucard down once he was in reach.

I imagine Walter, Pip or Seras might try to stop him. (For the first time, Alucard pulls one of his guns on Pip and Walter pre-betrayal and commands Seras to stand down.)

I imagine Integra might be on the edge of 'ordering' Alucard to stop him, whatever that might entail. (Alucard communicates, verbally or otherwise, that if she makes him kill this man, there will be such swift Hell to pay that she won't have time to articulate a single syllable in time to stop him.)

I imagine there being a surprisingly close fight. And an even more grief-inducing close to said fight when, of course, Jonathan still can't kill him--if not due to ability, then due to the Needs of the Many Outweigh the Lives of Collateral Damage. It's not allowed. Alucard is almost sickeningly sincere in his condolences. (I picture him treasuring his first and only wound in centuries--a clean red scar, just above his brow, where a shovel spade once cut him in another unlife. It never goes away. He loves it.)

Time would have to pass. The big ugly climax comes along. Jonathan has to watch the bloody purging of Alucard's internal army to put down Millennium and Iscariot's forces in the midst of an already-insane slaughter of the country. Anderson happens. Walter happens. The blimp happens. And I think, for a perfectly bittersweet irony?

Jonathan saves Alucard's life.

Specifically, by using his special kukri on Schrodinger the False Child, who was meant to poison Alucard at his core.

There's something vicious in how once upon a time Jonathan was willing to get himself killed to save a stolen child from Castle Dracula's bloodsuckers, and was unable to, only to arrive at slaying a monster in the shape of a smiling young boy to protect a version of Dracula himself. Bonus points if Schrodinger gets a full ??? reaction upon realizing, oh, wait, this blade has genuinely killed him and he won't be coming back--the cat is no longer in the box, the cat is out and he is dead--before he could taint Alucard and vanish him.

Alucard is both a little huffy and over-the-moon fucking insufferable about the revelation.

For mercy's sake, we'll say that maybe killing Schrodinger had some delayed magic effect that finally FINALLY allows Jonathan to zap back home to Mina in his proper universe before he has to put up with Alucard forcing a friendship necklace on him or something.

(No, he does not want to talk about where all this blood and evil catboy gristle came from, darling. He would like a very long nap. Wake him in a few days, please.)