#enrico maxwell x oc

[missrandomdreamer]

OC Babies <3

saw this picrew floating around again and had to make the babies >:D

One Piece

Miruna

Mihawk ship

Leanna

Buggy Ship

Beatrice

Smoker Ship still work in progress

Hellsing

Maggie

Alexander Anderson Ship

(I love this so much-it captured the true Maggie essence XD) Anderson has his hands full with her

November

Enrico Maxwell Ship

Resident Evil Village

Hope (Redone ;3)

Karl Heisenberg ship

Earl Gray

Donna Beneviento Ship

[p4ulduck-a-d00rsstuff]

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

HEY wanna commission a writer to write your Reader or OC x another OC or fandom character?? Or even a ship you really like? Please read on! (POLL BELOW)

I'm open! Honestly I'm just curious to see how many people will vote if they see this though so please don't vote if you don't think you'd actually ask for a story, it's no hate on y'all so don't worry! I'm serious!❤️ The most I'll ask you to do is like and reblog so I can reach others! I take the commission stuff seriously because I don't want any mistakes and misunderstandings so if you have questions my dms are open! Always ask before actually sending ANYTHING to ANYONE! I also want to make sure you both have a good understanding of the story so I'll always ask for details before actually asking for payment. Once payment is sent I start writing and if you want updates I'm happy to give them just ask or check in.

If you do have the funds and you are interested in possibly commissioning me for one of these fandoms then please DO vote! I'm happy to hear from everyone to know how many post actually reach people. Also with the canon x canon, I'm sorry but we MUST love the same ships if you ask for them because I can't write for a ship I don't favor so here's a couple in particular from the fandoms I'm in.

SHIPS:

Top Alastor x Bottom Vox

(Power) Bottom Alastor x (Submissive) Top Vox

Top Lucifer x Bottom Adam

Angeldust x Husk

Lucifer x Lilith

Charlie x Vaggie

Alastor x Vox x Lucifer x Adam (someone PLEASE commission this 🥴 preferably of 'sinful' with top Alastor and Lucifer and bottom Vox and Adam)

Julian x Arsa

Julian x Nadia

Nadia x Asra

Lucio x Nadia

Valdemar x Vulgora

Hisoka x Illumi

Muzan x Douma

Chrollo x Hisoka

I'm sure more ships could possibly be added here from the fandoms listed below but honestly I'm not too into many ships so please forgive me ^^`

Bonus points though if you commission SEBASTIAN X CLAUDE (preferably top Sebastian x Bottom Claude pleasepleaseplease) I promise I'll write many and most things for them, literally the first ship I ever fell for in my many years of anime.

Now outside of ships I'm happy to write OCS or readers x most characters as long as those characters are of age! Sometimes I tell myself I don't have to mention that but sometimes people are surprising... So I'm just saying.

CHARACTERS I'LL WRITE FOR:

Nadia

Lucio

Asra

Julian

VALDEMAR

Vulgora

Vlastomil

Muriel

Portia

Jinx

Jayce

Victor

Caitlyn

Sevika

SILCO

Ambessa

Vi

ALASTOR

LUCIFER

VOX

ADAM

Vaggie

Charlie

Angeldust

Husk

SIR PENTIOUS

cherrypop

Karmilla

VEROSIKA😩

Blitzo

Stolas

Moxie and Millie (two for one IDC)

ASMODEUS and Fizz ÙwÚ

Loona

Stella

MUZAN

DOUMA

AKAZA

RENGOKU

TENGEN UZUI

GIYU

Gyomei

Kokushibo

Mitsuri

Ubuyashiki

Gyokko

Shinobu

GYUTARO

Daki

ADRIAN TEPES

Trevor Belmont

Sypha Belnades

DRACULA

CARMILLA😩

ALUCARD

Seras

INTEGRA🥴

Alexander Anderson

WALTER

Rip Van Winkle

Enrico Maxwell

LUKE VALENTINE

THE DOCTOR 🫣

Naruto

Sasuke

Itachi

Pein

Kakashi

ITACHI

OROCHIMARU 🙏😩

HISOKA

ILLUMI 😩😩😩

Chrollo Lucifer

Feitan

GOJO

GETO 😩

NANAMI

LUCIFER 😩

Diavolo

SIMEON 😩

Belphighor

Beelzebub

Mammon

LEVIATHAN 🥴

Satan

ASMODEUS 🙏😩

Solomon

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100 word blurbs for $2.50

500 words for $5

1k for $10

2k for $20

3k for $30

4k for $40

5k for $50

6k for $60

7k for $70

8k for $80

9k for $90

10k for $105

Anything over 10k is $20 extra and I'll only write up to 15k for things like this. Just also keep in mind the higher the number of words the more time I'll need to write but with my schedule (physical therapy and regular therapy) I feel like maybe up to 2-3 weeks will be the timing for bigger stories. The time varies though depending so 1-3 days minimum and 2-3 weeks maximum. (11k is $120, 12k is $140, 13k is $160, 14k is $180, 15k is $200)

Imma leave this here and see what happens. ÙwÚ just to state again please don't vote if you don't have the funds or if you don't actually plan to commission. Call this post a serious one if you will.

ONLY VOTE IF YOU ACTUALLY ARE GOING TO COMMISSION. (Gotta say it twice ^^`) Reblog and repost to help me reach out more if you don't have the money, that's just as useful and I very much so appreciate it! ✨

I don't think I left anything out but I hope to hear from a lot of people but I'm going to put that in the universe's hands and wait to see!

I appreciate anyone who's made it this far in this post! Have a blessed day! ✨

Like I said always ask questions before sending money to help not just you but me as well!

[simp-for-enrico-maxwell]

🏳️‍🌈 ✨ No matter gay, straight, or bi', lesbian, transgender life - I'm on the right track, baby, I was born to survive ✨ 🏳️‍🌈

I wanted to post this during pride month but hahahaha guess what? I wasn't able to finish this. (Really, k1ll me, pls.) But hey, at least it's finished now!

Anyways, we all know that Vanity (my Hellsing OC/self-insert) is openly bi and proud, but what about Enrico? - I headcanon him as bi too, but he doesn't want to admit this to himself... But I wanted to draw them together under the pride flag, so let's just say that for once he accepted himself! (Usually he's kinda homophobic, but you know - for the sake of pride art...)

And yes, even though I ship them, I headcanon them as aromantics. Because people (and vampires) can be in all different kinds of relationships, and not all of them have to be romantic, right?

[laski-and-sage]

Seras, in tears: this bastard just groped me and he-

Alucard: Okay, calm down. We'll settle this.

*turns around*

Alucard: Guys?!

Anderson, standing up: Which car?

TJ: I call shotgun and gimme 5 minutes, I've gotta steal a tank from my base

Maxwell: We need a fast car, Darling...

Integra: I'll call someone, one minute and I got you a fucking racecar!

[xxnotinmylobbyxx]

Anyways cringe culture is dead so I’m making oc x cannon

[elixirvitae]

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Started: 3/13/2022

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Pip x Seras

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These are 100 % confirmed by multiple sources and the screenshots aren’t taken out of context. Please have a look for the sake of your own mental health.

Grace (Especially Alucard self shipper should be careful)

[fandomlife-giver]

Toxic Veins (Alucard x OC): Ch.11

Warnings: Language, Abuse, Violence, Child Abuse (Emotional)

Pairings: Alucard x OC

@redryderdesigns

Word Count: 4336

Integra was in that mood again. By 'that mood', I mean she was acting pretty bitchy again. The second Alucard and I separated, she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the room and down the hall towards her office.

So, even though you're probably not even thinking about this because you don't really care, the reason I'm just letting this happen is that frankly, when she gets like this the wise choice is to not do anything that would piss her off more because that...that could be bad.

At the moment we reached her office, she didn't even bother being classy about opening the door. Nope, she decided to kick the damn thing open and I will admit just once that it kind of made me straighten up. She was all business right now.

Deciding to yank me inside to emphasize how annoyed she was, I stumbled to stand still as she closed the door and locked it. When she turned around, my eyes were as wide as a deer's in headlights. Crossing her arms, her sharp glare hit me and it felt like she was practically stabbing it through me.

"Would you care to explain why I walked in on you in Alucard's arms?"

Wow, she would make a pretty intimidating mother. Or even a school principal. 'Cause she's doing a damn good job as a boss.

"Integra, calm down. It was a hug. You're always lecturing me about talking out my issues, that was all we did and it's all good now, okay?"

I held my hands up in defense with the great hope she would drop the entire thing as I began moving over to the door.

Yeah, you should know by now that she most definitely did not drop it.

I was caught by surprise when she snatched the back of my hair and believe it or not, this bitch pulled me back to look at her face...By. My. Hair.

Her lips curled up to sneer in anger now.

"Don't you even try me with your crap today, Phyre. I don't want you and him ever becoming that close again. He's a damn monster, Phyre."

I...I couldn't even tell what she was really saying around this time because she had unintentionally triggered something in me the moment she grabbed my hair.

Flashback…

Yelping at the top of my lungs from the quick pain inflicting on me at the hard way he pulled my hair, I kept my eyes wide open, knowing how much he hated it when I tried to keep them closed.

"Stay still, you damn brat. Let me work my art on you."

Then the tears rolled down my cheeks as he managed to use his other free hand to snip the ends of my hair.

"Looking better...but it's not enough."

"Phyre! Are you even listening to me? I'm serious right now, don't try me."

A short gasp left me as my eyes once again focused on Integra, but she could see the expression on my face, because the second she did, she let go of my hair and stepped back.

"Phyre...I didn't mean to do that."

I knew I was on the verge of crying and it took everything to hold the tears back and not cry like a baby in front of her.

"It's all right."

Putting on the best smile I could at the time, I sniffed in an attempt to clear my head and turned towards the door.

"I'm sorry to upset you, Integra. I won't do it again."

"Phy-"

I didn't give her a chance to respond and I took the time to open the door and get out of the room as fast as I can.

She stared at me as I left the room and I could make out the sound of frustration as she slammed the door shut.

Walking down that hallway was about as fun as walking down a path on broken glass barefoot. So, it wasn't unless you're a weirdo. Not that there's anything wrong with that…

I was so close to just screaming at every step because that heaviness inside your chest and throat when you know you're about to cry was building up the further away I got from that office.

Lucky for me, though, my room wasn't too far down from her office. In fact, I was there in less than a minute, but at the second my hand touched the doorknob and opened the door, my body froze.

"Miss Laurifer, there you are. I had Alucard return to his room in the basement. I'd like a word if that's alright."

I managed to give him a glance over the shoulder.

"Of course. What is it, Walter?"

He had a very serious expression.

"Well, I'm sure Sir Integra already gave you the lecture, but I'll simply state my opinion. I believe it would actually be wise to grow closer with Alucard."

My grip on the doorknob loosened.

"Unfortunately, that isn't why I'm here."

He outstretched his arm and gestured to my attire.

"You may want to get dressed. We've been summoned by the Vatican."

I felt my brows furrow as I fully turned around to see the slightly annoyed look on his face.

Oh no. Don't tell me it's...

°°°

Enrico fucking Maxwell.

My arms were folded over my chest as I glared at the stupid painting in front of me. The damn Vatican was making us wait and to pass the time, for some unknown reason, Integra, Walter and I stood intently staring at this pointless painting until he bothered to show up.

It's not that I have anything personally against Maxwell...actually, it is. Purely because he had a sick liking to use me like a prized possession. Could care less about me, though. So definitely was not looking forward to that ass again.

Beside me, I heard Integra sigh out of irritating boredom.

"What time is it, Walter?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw Walter check his watch.

"It's just passed three, ma'am."

Bringing her hands behind her back, she scoffed. "They arranged this meeting and still manage to be late."

Tilting her head, she turned her gaze to me. "Phyre, you've worked with them before. Do you think it's a trap?"

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows as I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, I can't say for sure, but I doubt they'd try anything during the day. Especially in public."

Closing her eyes, she exhaled through her nose, meanwhile, I had to adjust my shorts and pull them down because damn, it was cold enough to freeze a tit off.

"I mean it is the heart of an enemy’s territory, after all."

In the middle of my sentence, the faint sounds of people talking came to our ears, making Integra and I turn and see Maxwell and one of his priests coming down the hallway towards us. However, the second Maxwell caught us in his vision, they stopped talking and he chuckled.

"I think we're a little late."

The priest grunted in agreement. "It appears so, sir."

He laughed again and stepped closer to us with an apologetic smile. "Oh dear, so sorry to keep you waiti-"

"That's close enough!"

The command laced in Integra's voice gave even me the chills and I unintentionally stepped back from her.

"What business does the Vatican have here? And why send the Iscariots, the dirtiest of their dirty little secrets?"

He put on that stupid fake smile as he slowly removed his glasses.

"How unfortunate. It seems our reputation has proceeded us. Allow me to introduce myself." The hidden smirk on his face was enough to make my teeth grind.

"That won't be necessary."

Instantly his eyes snapped to me and slightly narrowed as I pressed my lips into a thin line.

"We already know who you are."

He took a second to close his glasses, then cock his head to the side.

"Miss Phyronela Manchester. A true surprise to see you here. With them of all people." All amusement that was present in his expression quickly disappeared. "You still have much to learn about holding your tongue. Honestly, I don't know how many times I've told you that it would be in your best interest to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut."

This cheeky bastard seriously made my blood boil, but I still didn't dare say another word. Why? Because despite how badly I wanted to get in his face, I was raised in a church to show respect to those above me.

"And what is with that attire? No one gave you permission to flaunt around in such disrespect. I should make a reminder to send another agent to fetch you, the Lord knows you will never put any effort into anyone besides yourself."

I unknowingly lowered my head and bit my bottom lip, keeping back the words I wanted to share with him and trying to block out any thoughts of doubting myself. That was one thing Enrico Maxwell was good at doing to you.

Glaring sharply at him, Integra turned her body towards him. "That's enough of the harassment towards my agent. If there's anyone here who needs to keep their mouth shut it's you because I for one don't care who you are. Just tell us what you want."

The dick actually laughed again and waved his hands in defense. "There's no need to be so rude. We didn't come all the way here to pick a fight with you, Sir Integra."

She took a step forward to him. "I don't believe you. You've done nothing but show contempt for our treaties. This latest incident with Anderson in Northern Ireland was inexcusable. He killed two of my best men in Badrick. He nearly killed your precious church jewel here due to his own recklessness while I barely made it out with my head still attached. And you have the--"

"Would you shut up!"

My eyes went wide when he first had the balls to interrupt her and second, crushed his own glasses with one hand as he shouted.

"You really expect us to just let you do as you please? Two men? If I would kill a million of you present scum, I would not have shed a tear. I'm here under direct orders from his holiness. Otherwise, I would not bother with you, filthy creatures."

That was a breaking point for me. "You may be the head of Iscariot, but being a spoiled child of a man with an accent doesn't give you the right to disrespect anyone you come across--"

"Coming from a mouthy, selfish crybaby who destroys everything she touches, I wouldn’t talk."

My breath hitched in my throat and that line alone was enough to shut me up for the rest of the day.

A large grin crept over his face. "So just shut up and pay attention, you annoying boor."

"A boor...?"

I momentarily flinched when a figure emerged from the wall directly in front of me and stepped through to where he stood right beside me with his head down, his hat and glasses covering his eyes.

"Nothing like Iscariot to inspire the fear of God. Such fearsome insults. Two thousand years of your same prattle. Truly, some things never do seem to change."

Raising his hand up in a graceful manner, he instantly returned to his princely appearance. "Ah, the great vampire Alucard. The Hellsing family's pet creature. I don't believe I've ever seen you in person before."

He placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head. "It's a great pleasure to make your acquaintance."

I felt the pressure of a hand reassuringly squeezing my shoulder which made me look up. It only took a second to realize it was Alucard's but his eyes were moved on to Maxwell from what I could tell.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. And now, I must say goodbye."

And like that, my eyebrow shot up when he pulled out one of his guns and aimed it directly at Maxwell.

Maxwell was pretty surprised at the sudden gesture as well.

"You dare to call Phyre a boor and expect me to allow you to continue living? I'm afraid I'm going to have to put a bullet in you, you foolish little man."

There was a lot of things from his words I know I should've focused on, but all I could was the fact that this was the first time he referred to me as my name when talking to others. And I won't lie, I was very glad he appeared at that moment because it made me feel special inside.

Meanwhile, Maxwell wasn't shaken from the weapon being pointed at him in the least. In fact, he grinned.

"Oh, how absolutely terrifying. How is a man supposed to deal with people who point a gun in his face?"

His attention moved on to Integra. "I think you'll agree on the turnabout this fair play." Bending over, he stared Alucard directly in the eye. "So why don't we make this fight interesting?"

Snapping his fingers, he turned and let out a summoning shout.

"Andersoooon!!"

A strangled sound erupted from my throat when I actually let the name process in my head. Oh, come on. Not this guy again.

All eyes snapped to the figure who began strolling down the hallway, directly towards us.

"Ask of thee and I shall give thy of their inheritance."

Hell, you've gotta be kidding me here!

"Serve the Lord with fear. And rejoice with trend. Kiss the son lest he be angry--"

As he approached with growing speed, Maxwell realized his little bluff was about to go too far and immediately stepped in front of the bloodthirsty priest in an attempt to stop him.

"No! Anderson, stop!"

Yeah, of course, he didn't stop. Dammit, this is a public place, a civilian could come anywhere at any--oh shit!

Face stretching in a very unattractive way I'm sure, I yelped as Anderson grabbed my arm and pulled me forward to him, keeping me on the side of Iscariot with a very strong grip on me.

Again, I could try to struggle, but I think we all know it would be pointless. The guy's a freaking Irish mountain.

"That which belongs to us stays with us. A cherished possession to handle shall stay within our hands."

Oh, boy. And now Alucard was beginning to step up. He walked passed Integra and Walter, his eyes focused on me as that sadistic grin stretched across his face.

As I stood with his stomach to my back, Anderson collided his two bayonets together as if shielding me off from him. "This can be over with one swing of my sword. Iscariot doth not shook when the enemy presents itself."

Reaching inside his jacket, Alucard whipped out both guns, the force enough that it knocked his hat and glasses off his head. And he let out a deep laugh.

"Neither of us could ever back down from a fight. Touching her would soil her beauty. Lay another hand on her, I dare you. Come on now, Judas Priest!"

Woah, woah, woah! I know it's the thought that counts, but I would like to not be in the middle of it!

"You won't be so lucky this time, you monster."

*Whistle*

Huh?

I instantly leaned back and further into Anderson when out of nowhere, Seras came skipping in with an entire crowd of old Japanese tourists.

Well, that was rando--shit!

For the second time, I was yanked, this time by Seras and pulled over to the Hellsing side of the battlefield. As she continued blowing her whistle and guiding the oblivious foreign elderly crowd, I stumbled and ended up falling into a hard chest.

Can you guess who's? Yep, it was Walter's.

He managed to catch me before I could fall and we watched as Alucard and Anderson lowered their weapons. Alucard was the first to speak.

"This isn't the time or place, so for now, I won't engage this battle. But if you try taking Phyre away one more time, I promise I won't hold back."

Anderson snickered at his words. "You may have a point."

Turning around, Alucard made one final statement. "I'm going back to sleep."

That was the most relatable sentence I've heard all day.

Quickly leaving Walter's hold, I ran to catch up with Count Chocula. "God, wait up, I could so use a nap right now."

He deeply sighed as we walked side by side towards the wall. "Waking up in the middle of the day is exhausting."

I could hear the tiredness in his voice and automatically agreed as a yawn made it's way past my lips. "I hear that."

I gripped onto his coat as we neared the wall and I'm pretty sure he could sense the mixture of fear and excitement that swelled up inside me because he laughed as we went through it.

Oh boy!

I couldn't help the reflex of closing my eyes when we made contact and the second they opened back up, we were in the hallway of our rooms and...I was wrapped around his arm and waist like a monkey. I automatically let go of him.

"Uh, sorry."

He grunted a tired "No problem," and he turned away, moving down the hall towards the basement.

I turned away also, but I stopped myself before I actually started walking. It took a few seconds of contemplation, but I spun back around and blurted out what I wanted to say.

"Thanks for standing up for me back there."

He went on pause for a moment and there was a long moment of silence. He wasn't saying anything, so I kept talking like an idiot.

"It's just, nobody's really done that for me before and the fact you did, I just feel really grateful and also kind of like an ass because of the way I treated you and stuff, so at the same time I'm sorry and--"

"Phyre."

I looked back up to him. "Uh, y-yeah?"

Da fuq, did I just stutter?

He was smiling widely over his shoulder. "I always have stood up for you and I always will, no matter what."

My eyes widened as my hand shot out and I menacingly pointed at him. "Hey, don't go thinking this changes anything about what we talked about, got it?"

Letting out a chuckle, he continued down the hallway. "Sleep well, Phyre."

"You’re damn right I will!"

Oh my God, I need to learn how to shut up.

°°°

"Phyre, I need to discuss something with you."

"Mah, crom on!"

I swallowed the last bit of cookie that I happened to shove into my mouth right when Integra decided to walk in my room and I sat up to look at her.

"What is it?"

She paused to enter the room and throw down a few small boxes on the bed. That immediately caught my attention.

"Remember the stories my father told us as children about what really happened in WWII?"

Sighing, I rested my chin in my palm. "About Alucard and Walter fighting the Nazis who were trying to make a vampire army, right?"

"Yes. Actually, Maxwell revealed to me information regarding Millennium. We have a lock on a base of theirs, so you, Seras, Bernadotte, and Alucard are going to Brazil. You leave in one hour. So hurry up and get dressed in this."

As she finished speaking her last word, I placed a finger over her lips. "Hold on a second. You didn't say who was behind the attacks."

She stayed silent and only crossed her arms. I felt a grin creep across my face.

"It's the Nazis, isn't it?"

She snapped her head in my direction. "No! We don't know who it could actually be yet."

"Ha!" Letting out a laugh, I moved my attention to the boxes and lifted my arm up to open one of them.

"So what kind of clothes are..."

I had to stand up and hold up the very short and what looked to be skin tight black dress, then the matching black heels with red soles.

No way…

"Your job on this trip is simple. Search and destroy. Your cover will be the rich, gold digger wife of J. H. Brenner, who is Alucard's cover. That was not my choice--"

Of course.

"The reason for this is that you may have some seducing to do should you become too suspicious."

I became very quiet when she said that word. She didn't seem to notice as she turned and walked out of the room.

"Don't waste any time and please put on some makeup, put your hair up real nice, you need to look the part of a pretty girl after all. I'll see you off in an hour."

And with that, she shut the door and the room was so silent her footsteps walking away could be heard. My hands suddenly began to shake uncontrollably.

A pretty girl…

Flashback…

"Oh, Phyre~"

My body automatically tensed up by habit at the sound of him calling my name. Slowly, I rose my head up from where I sat at the age-old table, the wood that built it slowly rotting away as the cheap paint covering it was chipping.

Almost every time he called my name like that, I had found myself sitting at this table, probably because I related to that table as to how I always felt when he did call it. I died inside when he said my name and walked over to the table.

He leaned against it and turned his head to me, that evil look that made up his entire face was there as always.

"How would you like to be a pretty girl?"

I audibly gasped and looked up into his eyes, catching what I thought was a sincere look in them. He knew how I always talked to myself about being pretty. All the other girls did things like wear makeup and put their hair up in fancy styles that always made them pretty. I couldn't help but desperately want to be like them.

"W-Would you be able to make me one?"

He let out a laugh which, looking back at now, had hidden darkness in it. "Of course I can. But I'm gonna need you to be good and not try anything, all right?"

I nodded vigorously like the naive little girl I was. "O-Okay, whatever you say, Lucan."

He gestured for me to stand up and I shot up from my seat. He then turned and walked out of the room towards the basement. "Follow me and don't wander off."

When we got down there, it didn't resonate with me how sketchy everything was like why the hell he would want to do something nice for me.

There was only one bulb lighting the room, the rest was in darkness and...basically everything escalated and it happened in no way I would imagine.

When I sat down in the only chair in the room, he turned on the rest of the lights and I soon realized it was all a trap when the faces of all his equally sadistic friends came into view and they were eagerly waiting for what was about to happen. Trying to escape was pointless because Lucan actually had back-up now.

And what he did was wrong, and scarring for a naive little girl like me.

He cut my hair, he sloppily put on makeup on my face, he dressed me up in a short dress, and he threw me to the wolves by leaving me in that room to put on a show for his friends. Nothing happened except me being forced to dance for them, but it was enough to forever scar a 10-year-old.

Staring down at that dress was enough to make the tears form in my eyes. My vision went blurry fairly quickly and before I knew it, I was actually tearing apart the boxes to see what else I had to wear. What included was just a bracelet that just so happened to have flowers printed all over it.

That was the worst thing I could've found, considering the physical scar that was seared into my shoulder.

And just like that, I lost it. I lost everything. The tears fell, the gross sobbing, the screaming, and that feeling of pain overwhelmed me. I hated every second of it. As much as I tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from my throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping.

It got worse from my view when I heard the faint sound of boots hitting the floorboard. I knew who it was. I just didn't have it in me to yell at him to get out.

There were no words spoken as he knelt down on the floor with me and wrapped his arms around me. At first, I was so protestant, I wanted the bastard to let go of me so bad that I pounded on his chest but it did nothing as much as he did nothing. Eventually, I lost all fight I had and I aggressively held on to him, now desperate for someone to hold.

I sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his jacket. He held me in silence, rocking me slowly as my tears soaked his chest. A tiny lapse let me pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before I collapsed again, my howls of misery worsening. The pain came in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling me back into the outstretched arms of my grief.

And for the first time in forever, I had a shoulder to cry on.

[simp-for-enrico-maxwell]

Understand my ship which I will be annoying with

My s/o once said:

“Creating a vampire OC that serves Hellsing organisation is pretty common. Creating an OC that is shipped with Enrico Maxwell is, on the other hand pretty uncommon, and when people do it, their OCs are usually from Iscariot... But creating a vampire who serves Hellsing organisation and shipping her with Enrico? That's crazy and you actually have to have balls to do that.”

Turns out that I actually have the balls.

I mean, it all started as a joke and as a parodic story about my sadomasochistic vampire causing problems on purpose, but I ended up shipping these two too much. And the ship grew on me a lot.

P. S. Yes, I drew that pictures by myself. They aren't perfect but I feel like they are good enough. It's more like a sketch art, you know?

[simp-for-enrico-maxwell]

Halloween costume party

Haven't managed to draw Halloween art for this year, so at least I decided to post art that I made last year! (Maybe the next year I will redraw this one... Maybe.)

Yes, I thought it would be extremely hilarious to draw Enrico in vampire costume (Look at his fake spiky ears.), while Vanity (my vampire OC) would be dressed as a nun. (Well, a sexy nun.) And while I was into drawing this, I got another idea - swapping their colour palettes.

P. S. Yes, Enrico is wearing contact lenses.

[simp-for-enrico-maxwell]

And this is how it would look like if there were smartphones during Hellsing storyline...

Yes, I absolutely adore the fact that Enrico drools while he's sleeping, so I had to make a joke about it (featuring my dear OC Vanity).

Also, this picture is kinda old and it's probably one of the first ones I drew, so it's like a year old picture??? So please don't judge me that hard - I've improved since then. (Maybe...)

[simp-for-enrico-maxwell]

One of my greatest art pieces I've drew so far. It actually took me around 26 hours - was it worthy? Hopefully. Anyways, it's inspired by "OTP drawing challenge" - by prompt "Princess and knight".

I had the urge to draw Enrico in dress, because let's be honest; my man in dress? Just a fucking perfection. Plus it's funny to me to draw him as a damsel in distress.

And since Vanity (my OC) was born in medieval times and even fought during War of Roses, it felt natural to draw her as the knight in shining armour.

[simp-for-enrico-maxwell]

This little annoying vampire...

So I saw this one meme on the internet about MBTI types, and I immediately thought about Enrico and Vanity (my OC) because they fit into it. So I alternated it a bit, that's how this art piece was created.

Let me also say that appearently (according to MBTI database) Enrico is supposed to be ENTP, but I headcanon him as INTJ. Especially because I am INTJ and I can see the similarities and certain pattern.

Also, if you are wondering, this was the original meme:

[simp-for-enrico-maxwell]

Rambling about my Hellsing ship

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So, this is just some sort an explanation why I ship Vanity (my OC/self-insert) with Enrico Maxwell, and how their relationship can even work. I really wanted to write something like this for a while, yet I have been putting it aside till now. But hey, at least I finally did it, right?

Anyways! If you are interested in Vanity or if you want to know more about the lore around her - feel free to ask me! Because there is A LOT stuff, and I feel like it can be pretty confusing sometimes.

Also, this post is kinda based on my headcanons of Enrico and how I see him, and portrait him, okay? So please keep that in mind.

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How did they even get closer to each other?

Well, this will be a little bit harder to explain since it all started with my Hellsing parody I have been publishing on Wattpad in Czech. (One day I would really like to come up with translation, but that will be a real challenge. Especially because many puns are based on the language so the punch lines wouldn't be funny anymore.)

Long story short: The parody (which's humour is - unintentionally - kinda similar to Abridged version of Hellsing) revolves around "Exchange project" (during the year 1997) between Hellsing and Iscariot, where each organisation sends one member to the other organisation for a month. And meanwhile Iscariot sends Anderson so he could sabotage Hellsing/find out some secret information, Integra decides to punish "dear Catholics" by sending them Vanity.

Yup, yup, there is no worse punishment than an annoying, sadomasochistic, horny, and vulgar vampire that has problem with listening to authorities.

You can definitely imagine the disaster that Vanity caused; but she also helped with catching members of some sort of "Italian vampire mafia" and actually saved Enrico's life. (Yeah, yeah, kinda overused trope... Yet I think not many times author used vampire smashing another vampire with a fire poker, and accidentally hitting bishop as well in their stories, right?)

And Maxwell could deny it as much as he wanted but he got interested in this little vampire disaster, not only because of her looks, but also because of her personality. And he slowly fell for her.

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We are the opposites, and yet we're both same

Maybe it's not visible on the first sight but more you look into their backstories, you will realise there have more things in common than you'd thought. We could definitely start with being mentally ill; yet the funny thing is that they can recognise that the other one is fucked up, but aren't able to recognise it on themselves. (And they really don't talk about this so they just think it. - Personally, I find it hilarious.)

Both of them had awful childhood which kinda formed them, yet the difference is that Vanity wasn't mentally alright from the start. (Which kinda helped her to get through all this in one piece, and she just calls her her early years as "shitty era".) - And funnily enough since they both lack emphaty, it's easier for them to talk about this - no empty apologies, no feeling sorry, no blunt sentences... They just talk about this sometimes, letting the words to slowly disappear in the air.

Which gets us to the silence they often share. There is no need for them to talk because no-one of them will ask stupid questions, and none of them will try to bring out the emotions and memories.

Unless Enrico breaks down and reveals a bit about his early years. (I headcanon Enrico with lots of mental issues, don't mind me.) But even then Vanity doesn't ask any more questions and doesn't pity him. She is just here, and Maxwell really appreciates because he wouldn't like to be pitied and addressed as "weak". (And even though Vanity enjoys making fun of him, she would never cross the line, bringing this stuff up.)

Both of them also think about themselves that they are better than everyone and anyone; and they tend to act like that. Which is kinda funny - bishop despising vampires, seeing them as a scum, and vampire who considers people as something fragile and weak...

You can definitely image, how they saw each other as a selfish, prideful jerk, when their worlds "collided". But in quite short time they both realised how similar they are, and how each of them basically built a barricade around themselves to prevent outer world to get closer.

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Just let me to give you the freedom to dream

Yes, I used "The other side" from The Greatest Showman as a title here, let me be.

Everyone can see how Enrico is devoted to Catholic church and how he cares about his reputation here... But is he really such a faithful believer? - Well, not really...

I feel like the Church is the last resort for him. The only place where he got accepted, and where he could build a career, get power, and possibility to show everyone around he is more than a mere bastard. That's why he is kinda scared to step out of his "cage", because he could lose things most precious to him - power and respect.

But Vanity is one of few people who don't see bishop/archbishop when she looks at him. - She actually sees "Enrico", and she really doesn't care about the status or such meaningless things. That's why, when this vampire is around, Maxwell can actually be who he truly is, without any fear of being judged nor abandoned.

And this also applies on NSFW activities which I won't mention now, but let's say that you may expect some post about it later. - Let me just mention, that I see Enrico as someone who would be able to break the promise of celibacy, if he really wanted and if it stayed as a secret...

Even though in this case it's more like an open secret. - And that's another reason why Anderson dislikes Vanity so much, not only she's “a protestant vampire” but she also seduced Maxwell, and (in Anderson's eyes) she forced him into these unholy activities. - Little did he know that dear Enrico was always kinda kinky, and he simply pretended not to be.

[laski-and-sage]

Alucard, looking over the protective wall: Ahh, perfect. They surrendered and are even waving the white-

Alucard:

Alucard, kinda disgusted: IS THAT A PAD?!

*meanwhile on the other side after the snowballfight*

Maxwell: Why are you using a pad! That's for your period!

TJ: I haven't got anything else white with me! Shut up!