#hellsing ova X

[mr-shimurka]

Here Heinkel Wulf smokes on the roof with a view of Rome

I expected her scar should have to heal shortly, she needs to wear a mask to avoid unnecessary discomfort

I find it strange Heinkel's limbs were restored(?) but the laceration on her mouth was not

[cry-ptidd]

Go on man, ask her out! She seems very nice!

[tokoyamisstuff]

Incursio Infernalis

[latin] - "hellish invasion", a phrase used during an exorcism to describe a demonic possession

18+ / 5,3k. words / Alexander Anderson x f! Reader / not proofread

-> Prequel <- (not necessary to understand the story)

Synopsis: An Incubus takes over your mentor and unveils his impure secret.

Warnings: Dubious consent, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, angst, blood, biting, knive play, bit of dirty talk/slut shaming, breeding kink, threats, abuse, self-harm, probably more...

⚠️Dead Dove - Do Not Eat⚠️

"When will Father Anderson return?"

"Very soon." You smile down to the children that had gathered on the cozy carpet front of the chimney, closing the book you had read to them until now. "He is still on a mission, but he promised to be back tonight. And he also told me that he'll bring you lots of gifts!"

"Can we stay up until he's here?" one of the older children asks excited, and all the others join in, babbling about preparing a 'welcome-back-party' for their beloved caregiver.

An adoring sight, never failing to warm your heart.

"I don't mean to spoil the fun" you interrupt their cheering, clasping your hands together in a placating manner. "But I fear it'll be far too late for you to bear. How about we let him sleep in and make a nice breakfast together? I bet he'd be delighted."

"Okay..." they half-whine, not seeming very enthusiastic and yet their manners deny them any objection. After all, Anderson teaches them strict but loving nonetheless.

One of the many things you admire about the Paladin.

After the evening routine and tucking them all into bed, you hear your foster-children whisper and giggle behind the closed bedroom door. You didn't mean to eavesdrop, but their little voices echo through the hallway nonetheless.

"Father Anderson and Miss Y/L/N are almost like a real mom and dad!" One of them declares happily, and all of the other kids aggree. You smile to yourself long after you had reached your own humble chamber, a familiar warmth encoating you as you repeat their words in your mind, reminiscing about the past.

Yes. Despite everything that had happened, you finally have a home. People you love and might even dare calling family. It's all you ever dreamt of and so much more.

Truth be told: When you first met Iscariot's most valuable asset, you were completely and utterly terrified. Back then you could've never imagined what a kind and gentle soul lied beneath this bloodthirsty lunatic.

Anderson had found you to be the last survivor of a vampire's attack - most likely due to your virginhood - and instantly fell into a murderous rampage. The man killed anything and anyone in sight, slaughtering himself through eldritch horrors and Ghouls alike while laughing manically, as if he was having the time of his life.

The situation itself was already traumatic and bizarre beyond belief, but when you saw the Priest's limbs getting torn off just to grow back in the blink of an eye, you were sure he was just as much of a monster as the ones taking you captive.

You thought this was nothing more than a fight among predators, and you'd continue to be the doomed prey nonetheless.

The sight of him was forever carved into your brain: He was covered in blood and viscera, strained breaths visible as feeble mist in the cold warehouse when he finally turned his attention to you. Realizing you were still paralyzed in fear, he kneeled down to your height, making himself appear harmless - an impossible task for a man of his calibre.

As soon as he reached out for you a distraught scream escaped your pursed lips, and you shuffled away until your back had contact with the metal wall behind.

"My my" he spoke, voice gravely and laced with genuine concern. "I am a man of god, my dear. You have nothing to worry about."

"Lies" your survival instinct was practically hammering against your skull, but what could you ever do against the literal behemoth right in front of you? It was hopeless, so you decided to just give in to your fate.

Still you hissed when he dared touching you, squeezing your eyes shut to prepare for the inevitable - but instead of pain, a strange warmth encoated your trembling form. It was his coat that he draped over you, gloved hands only briefly running up and down the sides of your shoulders before giving them a reassuring pat.

"Poor gal. Are you hurt?" You mutely shake your head, too exhausted to speak. The smile he then presented to you was more frightening than soothing, a snarl with his unusual sharp canines that made you wonder if he was not entirely human after all. "Then please let me accompany you home. It's the least I can do."

Home... There was no such thing, not even before all of this. You had led an empty life, devoid of any meaningful connections.

Maybe it was the shock that made you think about such trivial things, or maybe his calming aura made you comfortable enough to open up for the first time in your life.

But now that the imminent threat to your life was gone, realization hit you like a tidal wave: You don't want to go back.

"I-" you stop yourself, feeling a suffocating lump form in your throat. "I don't have a home. I have no one."

There was no way of reading his expression until then, the reflection of his glasses hiding away his eyes. But the corner of his mouth pointed downwards, and there were deep wrinkles appearing on his forehead with every word that dropped from your lips, as if he was contemplating something.

"I'm...I'm sorry, that was a stupid thing to say. Thank you for saving me, really. Forget what I just sai-"

Before you could even finish your rambling, the man had picked you up out of a whim, holding you firmly but careful in his arms. Not really something you ecpected a priest to do, but compared to your earlier torment it felt not as much like a fever dream.

Only now you were able to see the deep blue of his eyes, an oddly calming sensation in the gentleness of his gaze. This time his smile is less forced, and you decide you like it after all.

"Well, I'm always glad to help a lost soul in need. In any way I can, and I assure you I'm good at more than just slaying beasts." He snorts at his own joke before jubilantly explaining "I own the orphanage Ferdinant Lukes, a safe place for children that have lost their families due to the occult. It's very secluded and doesn't have much to offer, but we can surely make room for another helping hand. If that's what you want, I mean."

The offer catched you off guard, especially since you haven't even started processing what happened beforehand. And yet you quietly aggree, tears of relief wettening his shirt as he carried you away to a blissful life.

That was four years ago, and not once you regretted your choice.

He assured you that he never brought you here out of pity, but because you reminded him of himself. Once he was also lost and without purpose, and he admired your strenght to accept help and not give up.

You sigh dreamily as you fall backwards onto your mattress, picking up the only belonging you have on the nightstand. Its a photo of you, Anderson and 'your' children during a field trip to a christian museum. Letting your fingers run across the glass frame, you can't help but notice that Anderson has saved you in more ways than just one.

But your gratitude was a dangerous soil, and over time it had blossomed into more than just innocent admiration.

As a priest he had taken a vow of chastity, and there is no way a devout catholic like himself would ever give in to such temptations, let alone be receptive to them at all.

Approaching him in this way would definetly endanger the life you had built at his side. And isn't the way things are almost the same as a relationship, if not even better?

Doesn't seem like he'll be back any time soon. Maybe you should go to bed. Usually you'd wait for his return, make some coffee and listen to his stories - but given your current sentiments, it was for the better to postpone this until a good night's sleep returns your common sense.

Just when you had snug under the blanket, a faint noise from the other room makes you jolt up again. "That damn cat..." you think, staring through the door into the pitch black room - but then you see something that makes your stomach turn.

The window stood wide open, and you were 100% sure you had never opened it today. It was the midst of winter, after all. Come to think of it, you remember letting the cat outside in the garden hours ago.

"So you're really still awake."

You shriek at the unexpected grim voice, only now noticing the tall silhouette hiding in a dark corner of the room. When did this person enter, how, and especially why?

Since you got no means to defend yourself with, you decide the best step of action is to turn on your bedside lamp and make out the intruder.

"Anderson...?" You tilt your head to the side, visibly confused. In an instant, all of your tension disappears into thin air. "What are you doing in here? How improper, even for your standards."

His lack of reaction made you uneasy, but he did have a lot of weird mannerisms. You got used to them over time.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, narrowing your eyes at the man. Usually, he found your pitiful attempts at scolding him rather cute than anything, but that wouldn't stop you. "Would you mind waiting outside so I can get dressed in dignity?"

Instead of answering, he cackled. Not his usual, weird but heartfelt laugh, no - he burst out in an insane fit that was almost intimidating if you didn't know him any better. "No, that won't be necessary."

Something was off, you could feel it.

And where is that trademark accent of his?

While you trusted Father Anderson with your life, it could be kind of creepy when he didn't snap out of his rush of the hunt. You especially didn't want the children to see him this way.

"Hey, Anderson" you coo, approaching him like one would a rabid animal. "I'll make you some tea to calm you down. How'd you like that?"

"So delightfully naive" he eventually spoke, firm steps menacingly stepping into the dim light. "I'm going to enjoy this."

You gasped when your eyes met his, but instead of the usual icy blue staring back at you were crimson red irises.

A demonic possession.

Immediately your mind started racing. What happened? How is that even possible?

...and why is he here of all places?

Dread creeps up your consciousness as your imagination conjures countless atrocities, all committed by the man you believed to be indomitable.

"You know" as if the fiend could read your thoughts, he started explaining. "He has an exceptionally strong will...but I knew it'd be worth wringing out his mind to find you."

"M-Me?" you wanted to distract him, reaching for the rosary around your neck - Anderson once gifted it to you for protection. Maybe if you ram it somewhere... "But why-"

"Shh..." In an instant he leaped towards you, one palm harshly cupping your mouth as the other tore the wooden ornament apart. On it's stead he wrapped his long fingers around your throat, the lack of oxygen making you dizzy. "I like the feisty ones, but you shouldn't try anything funny. We won't want to wake the children, don't we?"

No. NonononoNO! Not the children. Please. Anything but them.

"Don't worry, sweetheart..." The familiarity of his voice hurt. It was smooth and sweet as honey, just as you knew it. But his actions were the exact opposite. "If you behave, they'll get to live. I don't have enough time for both, you know? And you're my priority."

The man wearing Anderson's face had you pinned against the wall, a knee prying open your legs and nestling high up between your thighs. You feel his tongue slide across your chin up to your cheeks, savouring the taste of your tears. A strangled sob fills the room, but you needed to stay strong. For the kids. For Anderson.

"Father, please..." you hiccup, and he increases the pressure to your neck just enough to be uncomfortable. "Oh, you want to play Priest and Harlot huh? I like that."

You kick your feet in the air, but to no avail - and your struggle only excites him further. "Anderson! You need to fight it! I know you're still in there!"

"Oh, he sure is" the demon taunts in amusement, "Watching, hearing, feeling" he emphasizes the last word with a squeeze of your sides, "Everything I do to you will be as if he did it himself. So let's give him a show, shall we?"

You shiver.

"Too bad you can't hear him scream." He grins manically as he taps against his forehead. "The undefeated executioner begging me to spare you. Delightful."

"Why-" You wanted to ask why he chose you, but were dreading the answer. "Why are you doing this?"

The demon shrugged. "I may be unable to defeat him, but I can hurt him in other ways. Through you."

He lifts you up as if you weight nothing at all, harshly tossing you onto the mattress. You squeal and writhe as he climbs on top of you, his weight suffocating. He balls a fist in your hear, janking your head up and forcing you to look at him. "See, I'm an Incubus. You know what that is?"

Of course you do. Given time you learned a lot about the different otherworldly species. It's a male-presenting demon that mates with innocent women and eventually kills them afterwards.

The thought should terrify you, but the only thing present in your mind is that they are nocturnal, and it's already close to dawn. So if you drag this out, he definetly wont be able to harm anyone else.

You need to endure whatever he does to you. You owe this to Anderson.

"Maybe I should kill you while I'm at it?" One of the ceremonial bayonets is suddenly pressed against your throat, enough to draw blood without breaking the skin too severely. The scent makes him groan, and soon the sting of the blade was replaced by the ache of his teeth sinking in your neck. "Mhh...no" he licks the liquid from his lips, "It'll be way more rewarding to know he'll have to look into your eyes every single day after what I make him do to you."

The demon sure takes an agonizingly long time, using the bayonett to cut off the buttons of your nightgown but growing impatient and tearing it apart with his bare hands.

You bite hard on your bottom lip when you hear your underwear get torn with a snap, but he pries your hands away each time you try to shield yourself from his piercing glare.

"You know" he speaks between gritted teeth, using them to pry off his gloves. His hands are cold and calloused, touch sending a shiver down your spine. "It's only so easy for me because he wants it."

Goosebumps rose on your skin as his fingers traced their way from your collarbone over your breasts and down to settle between your thighs. You furrow your brows in confusion, heart fluttering against your will but reminding yourself to not fall for his cheap tricks.

"Don't believe me, eh?" he chuckles darkly, continuing his monologue. "If only you knew how often your so-called holy father has touched himself while thinking of you- oh yes you did!" He seems to speak to the man trapped inside of his own mind and you can't help but feel bad for Anderson despite your own situation.

"So what?" you snap back at the fiend, "Shut up and do what you must. But I believe in the Paladin. He will definetly send you back straight to hell, sooner or later!" Your gaze then softens as you adress your dear friend. "Anderson, it's alright...whatever he says or does, don't blame yourself. I won't."

That made your assaulter's eyes widen in realization. "Oh...you're in love with him, aren't ya?"

Silence.

"Such a little whore" he deduces at your lack of an answer, "Trying to seduce a priest...and for him to be corrupted that easily? Pathetic."

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, but couldn't grasp the words that crossed your mind. Not that it'd be any help to your situation either way.

"Don't you want to confess? That'd be fun." You frantically shake your head, the little defiance you could allow himself, but he still had the upper hand nonetheless. "Do it or I'll kill you with his bare hands."

"...forgive me, father."

"Forgive me father aaaand?" he mocks playfully as he settles between your legs. You swallow harshly, tears dwelling in your eyes. "Forgive me father, for I have sinned."

"Good girl" he breathed in your ear, and hearing those words in Anderson's voice involuntarily sends a wave of arousal straight to your core. "Now to your punishment."

"P-Please-" all of your earlier fight left you when you saw him unzip his pants. His cock was proportional to his inhuman size, which both astonished and worried you. "Its too big, it won't fit."

"Well, sadly the bible forbids any foreplay, so no prep for you. Don't wanna go out of character, yes?" You lash out at him, try to push against his chest, but he is way too strong.

Just pretend it's him, just pretend it's him...

You arch your back to adjust to his lenght, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the sensation of pushing into you.

And then he stills - when he sees you bleed.

"Don't tell me you're-"

"Yes" you answer truthfully, something deep inside of you hoping that it might help Anderson to regain control again. "I am- was untouched..."

However instead of snaping Anderson our of it, the demon's eyes haze even deeper with lust. "Today's my lucky day, it seems! Don't worry, unlike your friend here I'm experienced. You should thank me."

His mouth twists to a terrifying grin when he adds "Ruining you will certainly break him, I'm sure."

There was no mercy in his pace, the way he was using you for his pleasure. It burned, sending every nerve on fire in a mixture of arousal and fear.

No matter how hard you fight it, no matter how wrong and twisted it may be, the man in front of you was still Anderson - so it didn't take long until your pleas and cries slowly but steadily turned into lewd moans.

"Yeah" he utters countless profanities in between animalistic sounds, "I knew you'd enjoy this, you little bitch. You were so wet for him before I even started."

Why does the abomination that tormented you have to wear the face of your beloved savior?

You bury your face into your hands, hiding away in shame at your body's natural reaction. But he fiercely grabs your wrists and pins them over your head. "Look. At. Me."

He put one hand under your navel, feeling himself bulge you from the inside. "The Paladin fantasized about putting a child into this womb" he stated gloatingly, enjoying the way your face drops in panic. "Should we make his wish come true?"

"N-No, don't-" And yet your legs already draped over his shoulders, making him enter you even deeper.

You claw at his back as he roughly pounds into you, and yet find yourself caressing the same spot you just attacked. He looked, sounded, smelled just like Anderson, and even though you could never be able to even scratch him, you didn't have the heart to fight.

Anderson shouldn't have to remember you suffering at his hands.

So instead your fingers rake through his hair, cracking a saddened smile as you reassure him, murmuring sweet affirmations his way. Soon you come undone, his name dropping from your lips like a sacred prayer. He finishes close after you, spilling as much as possible inside of your quivering folds.

You were so caught in the afterwaves of your orgasm that you didn't even notice the sun was raising on the horizon, the first rays threatening to brighten this darkest night.

"That sure was a treat" the demon spoke self-satisfied, "May we meet again."

He kisses you. Even that first time he stole from you, tainting the memory with his vile deeds. It is harsh and demanding, tongue entering your mouth just as violently as he had done before.

And then the tension in his body loosens, falling slack on top of you. His lips barely ghost yours now, careful and tender before he pulls away.

"A-Alexander?" It's the first time you're adressing him with his first name and if it wasn't for such a sorrowful occasion, he'd be able to enioy the way it sounded in your voice.

The red in his eyes had ebbed away, and now you're sure he's blinking back tears as he looks down at the aftermath, your trembling form beneath him. Face stained with tears, bites and bruises scattered across your body.

Wanting to give you space he almost stumbles from the bed, finally giving you the opportunity to cover yourself with the blanket. For a while, both of you just stared at each other in strained silence, but you could almost physically feel him spiral into despair.

"Father, are you-"

"I'll have the nuns come and tend to your wounds" he declares almost matter-of-factly, practically fleeing the scene.

That was the last you'd hear or see from him in a while.

They tell you that for a whole week, he would ram nails into his hands like stigmata to punish himself. He would mostly lock himself away in his room, and wouldn't talk except for citing concerning bible verses.

So far so in character. Anderson has always been melodramatic. But what really worries you is the fact that he apparently lets his duty slack. His priesthood means everything to him, you might even say he is fanatic.

[James 1:14+15]

"But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed.

Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death."

A knock on your door breaks your pondering, and you call whoever it is inside. Even after this traumatizing experience you had refused to lock your door, your belief in Iscariot and Anderson unwavering.

Some visitors would be a welcomned distraction, since the nuns refused to let you go to work again already. You weren't really injured besides for minor cuts and bruises, yet they insisted you allow your spirit to heal just the same.

Quickly the room is swarmed by a hoarde of children, all surrounding the bed you had currently made yourself cozy to read in. You crack a warm smile and try to answer all of them, even though they were talking simultaneously out of excitement. They brought you selfmade sweets and drawings, telling you how worried they were and how much you were missed.

Despite the noise you make out another sound mingling from behind, and you quickly realized who those footsteps belonged to. The kids waved for him to come and he sheepishly entered, as always having to crouch to fit through the doorframe.

They had to practically drag him inside, several children tugging on the sleeve of his coat and pushing onto his back to make him come closer than the wall opposite to you he had chose to stay at.

"It's good to see you, father" you encourage him with some affectionate words, which he gladly reciprocated. "The same goes for you."

"We got some great news!" the orphans cheer in unison, "Father Anderson told us he had torn apart the demon that hurt you! And not only that, he gave it a long, excruciating demise!"

"Oh, is that so?" You quirked a brow at this choice of words coming from gradeschoolers. He likes to scare the younglings so they won't fall astray from their path, but you really need to have a word with him about age-appropriate storytelling. "That's...wonderful."

"We've implemented new precautions" Anderson reluctantly added after clearing his throat, still remaining a safe distance to not make you uncomfortable. "So something like...that won't happen again."

The Paladin's smile was solely to appease to the children, but it did not nearly reach his eyes. There was a profound sadness in them that made your chest narrow, and the dark circles under his eyes were evidence of worsened insomnia.

"I appreciate your hard work" you say, "And it was very considerate to not come alone."

"Not like I had a choice" he sighed, "The flock begged me to accompany them for days." That made you snicker. An enigma like him, unable to refuse his protégés any wish.

"Alexander Anderson!" a strict voice cut right through the commotion, making all of you flinch. "What did you even think coming here?"

The Reverend Mother was probably the only person that did not fear the Paladin - quite the opposite even. The man in front of her was still seen as the unruly child she once raised in this very orphanage.

"Please, Holy Mother, let it be" you assure her, "It's alright. I needed some interaction. It was refreshing, really!"

She shot him a look full of contempt, but surprisingly yielded. "Come, children. It's close to bedtime and Y/N needs to rest."

"Stay" you ask firmly, as Anderson was just about to rush out with the others. "Let's talk. Please?'

For a while, he was rooted on spot, jaw clenching so hard one could hear his teeth about to crack. But then he turned around, every step towards you feeling like it takes an eternity. And while he seems composed on the outside, you could always detect the storm lying underneath.

Now that the children were gone, he allowed himself to let the mask slip - and you've never seen him so upset before, let alone regretful. Typically he doesn't care about collateral damage since his holy cause always justifies the means.

You smile up at him but he refuses to meet your eyes. "C'mon, take a seat."

Anderson's hands were neatly folded in his lap as he slouched down on the small stool by your bedside, the leather of his gloves creaking as he fondled with his thumbs. He was a perfect picture of misery like that, making himself as small as humanly possible and facing the floor.

For the first time, the priest had nothing to say. No witty advice, no bible quote, nothing.

How was he even supposed to tell you that it was never about carnal desire? It was so incredibly much more profound that only thinking about it made him painfully aware of the thorn his affection for you had struck into his heart.

"Do-" his bottom lip quivers with every syllable, "Do they know if you're with child?"

The question caught you off guard - the possibility of being pregnant was one of the things you had desperately tried to suppress those past few days. "Not yet" you state, against your best efforts unable to keep your voice from shaking. We'll find out in about two weeks."

That answer is enough for the dam to break down.

"I'm sorry, Y/N" he whines as he falls to his knees, face buried in his hands. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Don't be." You sit up onto the edge of the bed, unsure what to do or say. There's nothing that could turn back time either way. So you decide to cup his face in your hands, thumb running across the scar on his cheek before tugging his head onto your lap.

In every other moment he'd roll his eyes at you and rant about how you interpret the bible terribly wrong, but right now he soaked in your words like a plant in the desert.

"Cum peccato tibi odium esto, sed dilige peccantem."

(Lat. 'Hate the sin, but love the sinner'.)

"I have no right to ask for your forgiveness" he tries to repel the temptation of just cradling you in his arms, but you quickly deflect as well. "It's not up to you if I'll grant it to you. Father-"

"Don't call me by this title" he interrupts, "Lust is a cardinal sin, and I...defiled you. I am not worthy of carrying it anymore." It pained you to see him suffer for a sin he didn't commit, blaming himself because of an infatuation he never meant to act upon. "Punishing yourself won't change anything. I don't want you to forsake everything because of someone like me..."

"I will, and it is already decided." You blink in confusion, trying to make sense of his words. "I asked Maxwell to officially relieve me of my position. I'll stay the church's loyal servant and continue my work against the forces of darkness...but only like this I'm able to marry you."

That was certainly the last thing you expected him to say, the bewilderment knocking all air out of your lungs. You looked at him like a deer in the headlights, but he made a placating gesture. "Not like that, woman. It's solely to preserve your honor. We don't need to consummate, and you won't have to see me ever again."

As insane as he is, there is method to his madness. Anderson is very aware of his shortcomings, seeing himself as nothing but a beast that caged itself through religion. He always knew that in the end he was no better than the sinners he forced to repent.

But now that he got a taste of what comes closest to heaven, he is horrified by those haunting memories - because he finds himself enjoying parts of them, appeasing to some of his depraved fantasies.

It is not safe for you to be around him anymore. He needs to send you away, somewhere he can never find you.

"But..." you sniveled and he finally looks at you, "But I want to stay here! With the children, with you!" In your exasperation you tackle hug him, clawing at the hem of his shirt. "This is my home, you are my home! I don't want to go!"

His arms only hover over your shaking body, retracting each time he reaches out for an embrace. You on the other hand cling onto him for dear life, afraid that he'll disappear forever if you let go.

"I love you" you whisper ashamed, "I love you, Alexander. Please don't leave me."

Anderson barks out a bitter laugh at the irony of fate, of him mocking the lord by refusing to believe that even the darkest moment could be a blessing in disguise.

Eventually, his arms wrap around you.

It was not the first time that this body has touched you, but the first time he did. And it was so different, so meek and careful, as if you were something delicate, made out of glass.

"It is not easy to put into words what I never allowed myself to feel" he confesses, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent. You nod slowly against his chest, humming understandingly.

"Everything the demon said, it was true. I catched myself watching you from the windowsill, admiring you from afar. I wrote you letters, poems, each time I was on a mission. Threw them into the fire. It helped grounding myself. But those emotions always came back stronger."

"I love you" you're willing to repeat as often as he needs to hear, "I love you, Alexander Anderson." Maybe he knew all along.

The former priest can't help but remind himself of the Book of Job - tested by god through disaster, yet rewarded for his preservance in the end. Now it's his turn to press you even closer against him, placing a soft kiss on your temple as he slowly accepted this twist of fate he still felt most undeserving for.

"God surely works in mysterious ways."

[faithintheunknownsblog]

Could you please write a sfw alphabet with Alucard? The nsfw one was great!

I’m sorry this took so long! But it’s finally done- also it’s a lot

Also there’s a lil nsfw references here and there- I’m a degenerate leave me alone

Alucard’s SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Alucard is very affectionate once he’s in love and shows it in all five ways; gifts, acts, time, touch, and words

If Alucard sees the smallest thing that reminds him of you he’s getting it and giving it to you shortly after unless it’s part of a bigger gift.

He’ll just do small things to help out and try to make your life easier, especially when you're stressed from whatever it is.

Alucard will spend as much time with you as he can, but like everyone you two do need your personal space and he 100% respects that, and you respect his personal space as well.

When he feels like saying “I love you” isn’t enough or during the times when it’s hard for him just to voice all his feelings he’ll leave you love letters. The letters will be especially long on special occasions.

You’re constantly going to be hugged, kissed, cuddled, back rubs and massages (if you’re alright with it of course)

Alucard constantly voices how much he loves you when he’s able to express himself, but it’s not always just saying “I love you” to you in order to show affection. He’ll make you laugh and tease you, try to cheer you up when you’re down, listen to the things that you have interest in and try to engage in the conversation even if he doesn’t hold the same interest.

He just tries to show you how much he loves you in any and every way possible.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Y’all be thick as thieves once you’re friends and it’ll be impossible to separate you two. Alucard is very protective of the people he cares about so if someone so much as looks at you the wrong way this man wants to resort to violence, without a doubt you had to talk him out of fights (murders) on multiple occasions.

How you two meet is through Integra but how the friendship starts is probably when he sees that you’re a “good” person, or as least as good as you can get in the situation you’ve been put in. Also it’s a give in that you’ll have to treat Integra with respect before he’ll ever be able to consider you as something other than a dog.

After that it’ll depend on how often you’re around and how well you work will affect how much thought Alucard will put into your existence. He becomes more curious about you as time goes on and one day just decides to talk to you. Of course he’ll do it at the worst times possible because he approaches you right as you’re in the middle of doing something around the mansion. Alucard will say something about what you’re doing and when you explain it to him he’ll unintentionally insult you by calling you “peculiar” or criticize how you’re doing it because that’s not how he usually sees the task being accomplished.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man was MADE for cuddling! Especially when you’re a human and it’s in the summertime because the heat makes everything so hot and sticky. His cold body against yours is the perfect way to cool off for you and the best way for him to warm up.

Also with those long arms and legs and his lanky ass body he can- and will- wrap you up in them and hold you tight when cuddling.

Plus the man is touch deprived- I mean he was locked in a basement for years and hasn’t felt a loving touch in Lord knows how long so he hangs all over you when the time for it is appropriate.

He’s just been through so much and he might not act like it but he wants to be held close, forget big spoon and little spoon. Alucard wants you to hold onto him and never let go.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Alucard’s dream is to own a home to grow old in with his beloved s/o and wants to raise beautiful children with them. He dreams that when he isn’t working he will try to cook if he isn’t too exhausted, and he wants to surprise the family with a big breakfast on the weekends.

It saddens Alucard that he can’t have kids and can’t grow old, but that doesn’t stop him from settling down with you in the home you two picked out together.

There was discussion of adopting children but with the “our appearance never changes and we’ll have to keep us being a vampire secret from our child, and if they don’t want to become a vampire when they grow up then we’ll watch them grow old and die” wasn’t something you two wanted to happen. The next idea was becoming foster parents and you two tried it but within a week Alucard wanted to adopt every child that entered your home, so you two gave up on being foster parents either.

Can you blame the man though? He has so much love to give and that’s why you have to tell him no everytime you walk past a pet store or an animal rescue. You two already have had over hundreds of pets over all the years and currently have a “dog” (he’s without a doubt a wolf but you two still call him a puppy even though it’s fully grown) that Alucard brought home without telling you. But he knew it wouldn’t have mattered to you anyway because there were currently no pets in the house.

When it comes to chores, Alucard isn’t terrible at cleaning but he’s better at some more than others.

Such as laundry, he’s good at doing laundry when it’s time to put it away. He makes sure everything is ironed and folded or hung up so there are no wrinkles but as said in another post the only clothes he leaves alone are your socks that you love to mix-match.

But Alucard sucks at actually doing everything else before that, most of the time he forgets to actually put the laundry in the basket, and doesn’t remember that he has to wash the blood out of his white shirts. You also have to sew up the tears in his clothes which was also said in another post

There aren’t many dishes to do because you both drink blood but when you two use cups either one of you will clean them after.

You both take good care of the dog but he is more Alucard’s responsibility than yours because he’s the one who brought it home without telling you. Alucard does accept most of the responsibility; cleaning up after the dog, brushing his hair, giving him baths, clipping his nails, brushing his teeth. Alucard did the puppy training and is in charge of the vet visits.

But when it comes to the feeding, watering, putting the dog out, taking him on walks, and playing with the dog, it’s 50/50.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I’m sorry- what?

You think this man would leave you after he’s fallen in love with you? After how long it took him to accept you into his heart, you think he’s going to let you go? You’re out of your damn mind if you believe that he would.

But if I had to pick a way Alucard would do it I can only see him doing it by not saying anything, he just grabs all his stuff and leaves, the only trace of him is a letter saying why it’s over. He does this because he knows he’ll get annoyed by your reaction, whether it’s crying, getting angry, or just saying nothing at all.

Ngl he’ll probably threaten to kill you if you come anywhere near him or try to talk to him through someone else because once it’s over he wants absolutely nothing to do with you. So threatening you is the only way to make sure you leave him alone.

As said this will most likely never happen because once this man is in love? He’s. In. Love.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Only reason why Alucard gets nervous about commitment is because he’s worried something bad will happen to you. But once he realizes that you’ll be safe it’s all or nothing with Alucard because commitment is everything to him. If you ever have any doubts about the relationship he doesn’t want to ever be in it and he will never give the idea of a relationship with you any thought again. Nor will he give you a chance again.

For getting into a relationship though, it all depends, you could be friends for a couple of months or more than a year before Alucard will attempt a romance relationship. This is because he needs to see how you’ll deal with different things in life, such as; him going on missions, how you treat people, how you let people treat you, and- most importantly- how you react to him being a vampire.

After you two get into a relationship It’ll probably take a year or so because Alucard needs to see how you start acting as a partner when it comes to dealing with all the things that he had to consider before pursuing the romantic relationship. If you can still handle those things in what he thinks is an appropriate manner then he’ll be willing to marry you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

When training (whether you’re a vampire or human) Alucard pushes you to your limits so you’ll always improve for next time and can be the best you can possibly be. But this is only if you want to train of course and if not he will never pressure you to.

If you do decide you want him to train you, expect to be left sore, with bruises, and scratches. The training will be even worse if you’re a vampire because your power is nearly limitless when you reach for your full potential.

But once the training is over Alucard will definitely make sure to make it up to you, treating you as if you’re made of glass. He will apologize for hurting you so bad and treat whatever wounds he has left you with. He will grab you anything you need if you’re too weak to and do everything he possibly can in order to make you feel better.

When it comes to emotional support, Alucard does the best he can but he doesn’t always get it right. It also doesn’t help that Alucard has his own emotions that you’re helping him work on, though he still has trouble addressing them. Though he has learned how to somewhat mirror (I’m not sure if that’s the right word but currently I can't think of a way to describe it) how you help him with his emotions for him to help you.

Also Alucard learned early on that sometimes you just start talking about something that makes you angry and when he gives input you get mad at him.

Also Alucard learned early on that sometimes you just start talking about something that makes you angry and when he gives input you get mad at him.

One day when you got angry at him for trying to help he asked you something like ‘what do you want me to do?’ and you told him to ‘just listen to me.’

So now every time you start a rant he asks you if you want ‘solutions or support’ and it’s kept you two out of so many arguments.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

As we keep establishing, Alucard is touch deprived so he absolutely loves hugs, if you two are alone there is rarely a time that he doesn’t try to stop you so he can have you in his strong embrace.

If you’re standing in place he’ll hug you from behind and start to sway your body with his for a little bit until he’s ready to let go, or when you swat him away so you can finish whatever you were doing.

If you two are on the couch in your room then he’ll be hugging you from the side and you’ll have your head on his chest. When you’re in Alucard’s lap he’ll have both arms around your waist and his head will be resting on your shoulder.

If you two are in public, walking down a busy street or sitting down next to each other when people are around Alucard will have one arm around your waist.

But when it comes to being in the mansion, outside of your room, you and Alucard both tend to stay professional since you two are basically at work. Plus the people who see you two hugging are people who both of you see constantly. There is just a difference between strangers you two will never see again and people who are always around. It’s not that you two are hiding your relationship- because everyone knows you’re a couple- it’s more of just keeping certain things more private.

There are the exceptions such as when he comes back from long missions and those times that Alucard is stressed out enough to just not care. When that happens he’ll walk up behind you while you’re talking to someone and casually wrap his arms around your waist. He’ll rest his chin on the top of your head, not swaying or anything, he just stands there, holding onto you and listening to the conversation.

It doesn’t happen often but it’s happened enough times that you and everyone else knows just to continue the conversation as if Alucard isn’t even there. Then once you’re done, you’ll let whoever you were talking to walk away before you and Alucard will disappear to a more private place so you can give him all the attention that he so desperately wants from you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Takes years of friendship, then a year or so of being in a relationship before Alucard says it because he has a fear that as soon as he says “I love you” something bad is going to happen to you.

After Alucard first says “I love you” and nothing bad happens he’s still very cautious about saying it again for a while. But when you’re still safe whenever he said it he now constantly tells you that he loves you.

If Alucard is with you when you wake up he’s telling you that he loves you. If he’s with you when you go to sleep he’s telling you he loves you. When he wakes up from a nightmare he’ll tell you he loves you. If you’re cuddling he tells you he loves you.

If you do some small task that you think nothing of, Alucard is telling you he loves you for the help. Every time he leaves he tells you he loves you. Every time he comes back he tells you he loves you. The end of every phone call he’s telling you he loves you and if it’s a phone call during a mission that he’s been away for a while he’s telling you all throughout the call that he loves you.

Whenever you two hug or kiss he’s telling you he loves you. Alucard will get lost in his thoughts and zone out, then when you help him come back to, he will tell you that he loves you.

And every single time he says “I love you” he 100% means it, he will never throw around those three words carelessly.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Okay I know I said before that Alucard would kill anyone who so much as breathes in your direction but that’s before you two are together. But he isn’t jealous after you two get into a relationship because after you two are together he doesn’t have any competition. HOWEVER he is protective when it comes to the relationship.

Which are two totally different things.

Jealousy means that Alucard would get intimidated by someone else talking to you and thinks that someone could possibly take you from him. But he has enough trust in you and in the relationship to know there is no need to get jealous over someone talking to you. There is no need for him to worry about you being unfaithful when you go out or what you wear when you leave to hangout with your friends. Only thing he worries about is something bad possibly happening to you but you never go out alone because you and Seras are best friends, which is what puts Alucard’s mind at ease. It’s always you and Seras plus a few other friends go out, and sometimes a few of those friends are male friends, whom Alucard also doesn’t worry about. You’re free do do what you want, with who you want, where you want while wearing whatever you want.

So Alucard isn’t jealous but he’s very protective, meaning that if he is nearby and notices that someone could possibly be making advances he’ll subtly show that you’re taken. Depending on how that person react to him just proves what their intentions were; if they immediately leave you alone, you and Alucard just go on about your merry way. If they try to keep your attention on them after you introduce Alucard, you cut it off because you won’t let someone try to take your attention away from Alucard when you were out with him. If you introduce Alucard and they include him in the conversation, there is possibly a new friend. You two have actually made a few friends that way.

(though Alucard can tell when you’re trying to ‘make him jealous’ as foreplay and he will go along with it, when it’s like that he’ll act absolutely feral)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Heh- I’ll exclude some places

Once again you both will be professional around the mansion when outside of your room, only giving each other a quick peck on the lips then going back to whatever it is that you two need to be doing. That also comes back with the exceptions of him going on his long missions. But even when it comes to kissing around other people- strangers or not- it doesn’t get too intimate.

But in private? This man is the very definition of passion. Alucard may not be able to put all his feelings into words, but his kisses tell you everything he can’t.

He does have his times where he likes to get playful though, giving you a kiss but pulls away before he lures you too far in, just so he can leave you longing for more. Sometimes he’ll run his fangs against your lower lip just to make you jump in surprise, then chuckles against your lips while you pretend to be annoyed by his teasing. Alucard loves you but he has to pick on you, y’know?

Alucard likes being kissed on his neck the most (yes I’m doing this out of pure irony, leave me alone)

Where Alucard likes kissing your hands- the NSFW Alphabet explains why- and he other favorite place to kiss you is right below the belly button. He likes kissing you there specifically because he likes the idea of you carrying his child.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Alucard would be an amazing father, though sometimes he’d spoil them more than he should. But he will still make the kids know what it means to put in hard work.

He also wouldn’t necessarily toss you to the side once you give birth to his children but you’ll definitely get put second more often than not. And if it ever came to saving you or the kids, sorry but you’re on your own love.

Alucard’s patience would never run thin when it comes to his children, and he would always try to be the first to come to their aid. Hell if you had his kids he might as well take maternity leave after the baby is born because he’d be up before you when the baby cries at night.

It’d be nice at first when you’re still recovering, Alucard would help with the feeding, bathing, changing, putting the baby to sleep, and anything he possibly can. But it would eventually get annoying when you have to tell him to give you your child back.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Since mornings are a vampire’s night, you and Alucard will eat and spend a bit of time together before you both pass out from exhaustion from all the work you had to do over night. But there is always a weekly early morning date. This can also apply to when you’re a human because you have to work overnight and are exhausted by daybreak.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It tends to be too busy to spend time together since night is the time for the both of you to bust your ass to get work done. Though sometimes you two do take off and go out to a fancy restaurant, or a club since they’re most popular at night.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Everything depends on whether Integra will let him talk and act somewhat freely because can’t say anything without her permission and that’s what affects the friendship.

But if Alucard has permission then you’ll know he’s a vampire as soon as you two meet because he doesn’t care if you know or not.

If you start asking questions when it comes to his life, Alucard will only tell you what happened after Integra woke up. But if you start asking too many questions he’ll just tell you that it’s none of your business.

Now after you two get into a relationship it’s still only from when he was awoken, and you don’t push because it isn’t your place. The reason why he doesn’t share his life before Integra is because it’ll mean he has to deal with trauma.

Alucard might as well have bought a shovel to dig a hole in the backyard in order to bury his trauma, and he wasn’t going to let any of that shit resurface… Well, that was the plan at least.

Alucard didn’t want to ever tell you anything, Hell he didn’t even want to fall in love with you. But he couldn’t stop it from happening, just like he couldn’t stop from having one of his horrendous nightmares when you two were in bed together. You were more terrified than he was because of it, but you kept your cool and helped him through it. After that everything is slowly- but surely- being shared with you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Alucard was easily angered by you at first because he didn’t give a damn about you or your feelings. But now you are what he cares about the most and that shadows his anger more often than not. He tries his best to keep his lashing out to an absolute minimum.

Which makes him accidentally take it out on you.

Alucard only does it by screaming and maybe breaking something but he never gets physical when he’s angry with you. It’s very rare that he snaps because he tends to defuse the situation or take a walk in order to calm down before he gets to the point of becoming aggressive.

But like- everyone- Alucard keeps stuff to himself and it builds up, so when an argument breaks out between you (which happens occasionally but not too often) he loses it before he even has a chance to realize it. If you shut up after he screams at you he’ll walk away and come back when he’s ready. If you don’t shut up that’s when a screaming match ensues and he breaks something, then he walks out.

He always comes back though, it might take an hour or maybe he’s gone for the rest of the night. But Alucard will always be back before day break because he can’t sleep without you and that thought is what calms him down.

The first time you two had a big fight and Alucard walked out he planned on not talking to you until the next night. He even went to another hidden cellar in the mansion that you didn’t know about because he didn’t want you around him. But when he tried to sleep it took him hours and when he finally did fall asleep he had a gruesome nightmare, it was that something terrible happened to you while he wasn’t with you.

Alucard woke up in a cold sweat then- without a moment to spare- he dashed out of his room and ran at full speed straight into your’s. He didn’t even bother knocking, he just went straight through the door. Tears were running down his face as he pulled you out of the bed and into his arms, covering your face with kisses while he told you how sorry he is. You helped him through his crying and got his mind at ease, making sure he knew that everything was going to be okay.

You two agreed to talk out the issue that caused the fight the next night and that’s exactly what you did, clearing up everything. After that you both promised never to go to bed angry at each other and that whenever you two are angry at each other you wait until you both calm down to settle the problem.

This is what keeps you both sane, well, as sane as you two can get and makes sure that the issues that cause the fights get fixed. It also keeps Alucard from having those nightmares that always makes everything a million times worse for his mental health, thus affecting the relationship as well.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Alucard has a whole library in his head of all the important things when it comes to you. But just in case he ever forgets, he writes things down in a journal he solely dedicated to information about you and the relationship.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you didn’t leave him after he told you he was Dracula. He expected you to leave him after only telling you a few things he’s done but you didn’t. Instead you told him that he doesn’t have to tell you all the bad things he’s done- and the war crimes he’s committed- because you love him for the person he is now.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Besides being protective of the relationship, Alucard would carry you in his pocket if he could just so he’d always be able to keep you safe. He gets nervous when he sees someone eyeing you up because he automatically assumes they have the worst of intentions.

If someone ever raises their hand to you they’re lucky if you kick their ass before Alucard gets to them, because if he does that person is getting sent out in an ambulance. And that’s only because that’s the worst that you’ll allow Alucard to do to them. If you let Alucard do what he wants to do, that person would be dead on the spot.

There isn’t really a need for you to protect him, matter of fact he doesn’t want you to attempt to protect him because he doesn’t want you to ever be in harm's way.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Your weekly dates are just small things, such as going on walks in the park, watching movies, window shopping, or eating at a diner or fast food place. It’s just easy and nearby and inexpensive. Sometimes they get a bit more fun, like going to a bar, a club, or a concert- you’ve talked him into going to a few raves and mosh pits.

But for anniversaries, a Valentine’s Day, or your birthday, calling those dates ‘extraordinary’ is an understatement. Going to the world’s most expensive restaurants, jewelry, makeup, clothes, shoes, you’ll even have a private jet flying you two wherever you want to go for a weekend trip.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Alucard’s temper and bottles up his feeling(yeah, big surprise but at least he’s trying to work on it)

He can be hot and cold (once again, not surprising)

Can be VERY nosy at times

Remember how we talked about dishes? Specifically the cups? Well, Alucard hoards cups in his office.

You always respect his office and don’t touch anything in it because that’s his own space, just like he respects your office because that’s your own space. So the ONLY time you complain is when it comes to the cups but you still don’t touch them, you just have to wait until he takes them out.

Speaking of waiting, you also have to ask him to take the trash out of his office because neither of you want bugs and/or rodents.

Which he does after the trash can is overflowing and there are almost no cups in the cabinets, which can take either a week or month to happenT_T

Also his hair is ALL OVER the bathroom. The floor, the sink, the shower, EVERYWHERE. Alucard sheds more hair than you and the dog combined and you’re surprised that he isn’t bald by now.

And this last one I will shout from the rooftops: HE! IS! A! HYPOCRITE!!!

But he’s trying to fix it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Alucard only cared about making himself look presentable, as long as he was clean and well dressed he was fine with how he looked to everyone else.

But Alucard loathes his scars that he can’t get rid of with his entire being. He always has- even before he met you- but nobody would ever see them so he wasn’t insecure about them.

Or so Alucard thought, then you walked into his life. You’re the only one who has seen all of him and has felt most of him, now he gets so self conscious over the scars. They prove to you that at one point he was weak and couldn’t protect himself.

Alucard also hates how his hands are so rough and callous. You’re the only one who Alucard touches in an intimate manner, and he takes his gloves off in order to do so. Making him not only hate how he can’t feel your body in the same way could if his hands were normal. He also hates it because he knows that his touch is a bit harsh on your bare skin.

Alucard knows damn well that you couldn’t care less about how his hands feel and that you will never think less of him because of his scars but he still tries to “make up for it” in other ways.

Like having his hair smooth as silk, which is why his hair care products clutter the bathroom sink. Alucard tries to keep his lips from getting chapped so his kisses can be gentle and it makes up for the ruggedness of his hands. Alucard makes sure that the skin that isn’t scared is soft to the touch, to the point that it feels like velvet against your fingertips.

You’re the only person Alucard does this for but he won’t let you know that, he keeps these insecurities to himself because you promised to love him no matter what.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. You walked into his life and now there is no leaving. You are his everything. You are that last piece of the puzzle and he will never be able to live without you. He makes sure to let you know that with every chance he gets.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Alucard keeps a picture of you tucked in his hat, that’s why he makes sure it gets taken off and goes somewhere out of harm's way before every fight. If there is a surprise attack the first thing he does is grab a gun with one hand and throw his hat to safety with the other.

Also I picture human Alucard having tattoos- not sure what kind yet but he has them.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who’s love he has to fight for, because he won’t.

Someone who’s controlling- he already has to deal with Integra bossing him around, he won’t have a partner do it.

Do. Not. Touch. His. Desk. Don’t clean it off. Don’t rearrange anything. Don’t do ANYTHING to it. Just leave his desk alone and there won’t be an issue.

Jealousy (though he will play along if you’re faking it for foreplay)

Someone who doesn’t follow through with their word

He gets annoyed with people who never stand up for themselves and always need/want someone to do it for them.

If something bad happens and you don’t tell him, he doesn’t give a damn if you’ve already dealt with it on your own

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Alucard has nightmares and needs you to sleep, that’s a given. But he also has to be touching you in one way or another, even if it’s just his fingertips grazing your arm. He just needs to feel that you’re there in bed with him and if you get up he automatically knows.

[madarasgirl]

A Night for Hunting Ch.15 -A New Home

T/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, soft yandere, romance, Hellsing cast, mild sexual content, somnophilia, ‘blood drinking,’ depressed vampire @alastorhazbin On AO3 Words: 4989

Happy New Year! I have good vibes about this upcoming year already. Looking back, this account is now one year old! Crazy how everything I wrote under this name was done within the last year. I do think there is improvement between now and what I first wrote. Hopefully I will continue to get better as I write more this year!

The manor and its adjacent towers were constructed in the Victorian style. There was only one main building, but it was massive, with hundreds of windows lining a mansion of at least three stories tall. From outside, there may have been another top floor. Perhaps the sole purpose of this upper level was simply to grant greater ceiling height to the foyer or another central room, which seemed an aesthetic the wealthy aspired to. 

You continued to gawp at the scale of the place. It had seemed as if the forest stretched on forever when the manor suddenly came into view from behind a gargantuan fence. The coiffered lawn hugged a paved path on either side, ending elegantly in a line of manicured spruce trees.

You swallowed as you entered the foyer and stepped closer to Alucard. The entrance was every bit as stately as this building’s exterior, but your observations of the decor were cut short by an older gentleman who came to greet you. Silver cuff links adorned a neatly pressed dress shirt and the muted violet vest complimented his slacks well. Wisps of bangs escaped a shaggy ponytail, swaying as he dipped his head.

“Alucard,” he acknowledged the vampire before turning to you and you stiffened as he bent into a slight bow with an arm over his chest. “Young Miss, welcome to Hellsing.” He spoke with a polished lilt.

Your eyes widened and you almost flinched at the clipped words. You were not expecting anyone to bow to you, not even the posh butler. As quick to fluster as you were, you barely managed to squeak out a reply. “Y-yes! Thank you!”

The corners of the old man’s crow feet crinkled around slate grey eyes with the cordial smile. “You may call me ‘Walter.’ I am the Hellsing family’s butler.” He extended an arm towards you with the palm up and you snatched it up to shake.

“Nice to meet you too!” You stammered, clutching the worn hand between both of yours as you introduced yourself.

For a beat, no one spoke, but Walter’s teeth were now showing through the smile.

“Your jacket, Young Miss?” He clarified.

Of course he meant your jacket. This man was clearly a proper member of the English upper society. You nearly buried your burning face in your hands as the other man took your outerwear after you removed it, feeling Alucard mocking you while you decided to ignore him.

“If you would follow me,” the butler said as he turned on his heel and strode through the foyer, disappearing down a hall.

Multiple corridors passed by. This was no ordinary mansion. It was the headquarters of a secret organization that hunted vampires and ghouls for generations. How in the world was this vast organization and the existence of such creatures kept confidential? Perhaps ‘agreeing’ to stay here with Alucard was a mistake. What were you doing here? You had no business poking around with hunts for the undead.

Hold your head high, little one. You belong here as much as anyone.

How that could be was beyond you. You weren’t strong or dangerous like the few guards you glimpsed. Neither were you as sophisticated as the butler or the other members of staff you came across thus far. It was as if even the serving staff were selected for decorum. You looked as uncomfortable and undignified as you felt to be standing where you were. Your steps faltered and you let yourself fall behind, your eyes tracking Alucard’s retreating back up ahead with longing, knowing it would be unwise to seek his touch in the midst of watching eyes.

Rumbling laughter echoed as his touch brushed your mind once again. You are a human within a human organization. It is the police girl and I who are out of place, silly child.

His voice jolted you from your reveries and you rushed to catch up. You prayed Alucard was correct as you were ushered up a grand set of stairs in solid oak and into another room, forcefully straightening your back with the meek hope of projecting poise you did not feel.

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The stout door fell shut behind you, and with it went the last of your freedom. Your gaze fell on the lone figure by a sprawling wooden desk where a stoic blonde woman sat with her mouth hidden behind intertwined fingers. She wore men’s attire, complete with a cravat and cross at her throat. The outfit suited her demeanor well. The light reflected off her glasses and when the glint passed, you caught the brilliant calculating stare of crystal blue.

You immediately knew you were being evaluated. You let out a breath as the nervous weight returned, coiling heavily in your stomach and your gaze nearly fell from hers. Shifting your weight to your other foot, your fingers twitched as you fought the urge to stick your hands in your pockets. 

You only remembered to keep breathing when Walter put a closed fist to his lips and cleared his throat.

“You are looking at Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, head of the Hellsing Organization.” Walter swept forward and bent at the hips in a formal bow to address his master, then retreated into the shadows of the room. You could barely see the man once he settled against the wall by Integra’s side.

You didn’t meet Sir Hellsing’s gaze again for fear of appearing overly bold, but lowered your head in greeting. You licked your lips and nibbled the inside of the bottom, still trying desperately not to let out too many indications of your anxiety. It felt like you were being stripped bare. This was Alucard’s master. Her presence was just as commanding and words wouldn’t come to your now parched throat.

Long moments passed in silence as your heart hammered away. There was no slouch in your posture nor restless bounce to your feet. You would not allow yourself to present yourself in such a slovenly manner. Though you were under no physical threat, you may as well have been on trial at a cross examination.

Your silent judge took out a cigar and spoke at last.

“So this is the woman occupying my servant's time. And who inspired him to steal my jet for a night,” the master of the castle uttered casually with a raised brow and an unreadable grin. 

Walter stepped up to her side to light the cigar she dangled between her lips and she exhaled with a plume of smoke. The spicy aromas of tobacco and leather filled your nose. Sir Hellsing took another extended draw with her eyes closed before letting it out. The ghostly fumes trailed into the air in lazy tendrils and gradually vanished.

You too wanted to disappear under the scrutiny of so many intimidating people, but her words caught your attention.

You shot Alucard a dirty look. He stole it? But of course he did. It was exactly like how you came home one night to an empty apartment. The bat bastard had collected all your stuff for 'safekeeping' and announced it was time for you to move in with him. What about your human rights?! The asshole next to you cackled boorishly and appeared much too pleased with himself.

“Shut up about that! It isn’t funny!” You snapped at him before remembering yourself too late as you looked back at Sir Integra with mortification. “I mean–”

Surprise passed fleetingly by the other woman’s face until it was replaced by the faintest hint of a smile. “At ease,” she waved you off as the damn vampire interrupted.

“Delightfully feisty, is she not, Master?” 

"Alucard, the circumstances may be amusing to you, but do not forget that I gave you leave to bring a civilian here. Hellsing’s purpose is no trifling matter.” The woman reprimanded the vampire before her gaze settled on you. “You are his responsibility. However, you will undergo basic training. Do not make me rescind this demonstration of goodwill."

Your heart plummeted at the mention of training, knowing you would struggle under the tutelage of anyone who hunted monsters for a living. But you were permitted to stay with Alucard (even if you complained a lot). Not knowing what response was most appropriate, you stood even straighter at attention with your chin tilted up slightly. This was a military compound afterall. 

“Yes ma’am!” You shouted, though you felt no confidence from the declaration.

Her lips twitched as her expression softened a touch. Steel blue eyes continued to appraise you, yet the severe furrow to her brows eased. Her fingers drummed across the desk. Unexpectedly, she gave you her blessings. 

"Take care of him. He is little more than a sobbing child," she stated. 

Huh? Who was this woman to insult him so? You looked to Alucard, but the said vampire didn’t seem offended. Rather, he was grinning from ear to ear, appearing very pleased he was permitted to keep you. You were utterly confused by their dynamic.

“I expect as much from the woman who earned my wayward servant’s affections. You may leave.” She dismissed you.

Your vampire turned, hiding you from prying eyes and murmuring words only meant for you. "This is now your home, little dove." He caressed the crown of your head as you stared at him with huge eyes filled with uncertainty. His eyes snapped to a younger blonde girl standing by the wall who you did not notice prior and she stumbled awkwardly to attention with a salute.

“Ah, y-yes, Master!”

You left the chamber accompanied by a young changeling and the warmth of her sire’s gaze lingering on your back.

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Seras, the relatively new fledgling, was your tour guide. A part of you still wanted to dislike her, but she was just too sweet. It was nice to have someone normal to talk to who didn’t make you feel like you were strapped to a dissection table.

“Soooo…you came here with Master?!” She ventured after half an hour of meaningless banter and showing you around the training grounds.

“Yes I did.” You were uncomfortable with the prospects of having to explain your relationship to anyone since you've never had to, but the feeling was particularly intense with Alucard's changeling.

“How did you meet?” She asked while turning back to you with a chipper smile.

Gosh, this was getting so awkward you almost wanted to scratch your own head.

“...We ran into each other one night after I was done at work…” Your thoughts raced. Could she smell the half-truth? Seras seemed naive and kind of cute, but she remained a stranger you just met. How much could you tell her? How much did she already know?

“Oh! I hope you were okay! Master would insult me if I did something like that,” she casted her eyes to the side and pouted, nearly deflating with her attestation. 

You chortled with laughter, empathising with the young girl as you stated with a vacant stare, “He laughs at me all the time.”

At that she cheered up and the tension in your thoughts released as the two of you found some common ground while venting about Alucard’s indiscretions.

You walked side-by-side. The blonde vampiress rambled on as she took you through the main features of the manor. Hall after hall passed as she led you between each room you would need.

Wainscotting, coffered ceilings, gilded crown moulding, crystal chandeliers, plush carpets, rare marble tiles. Every lavish upgrade you could think of, you saw somewhere in the residence without it appearing gaudy. It was stunning, but…strangely gloomy. And just like the way Shangri-la was not you, you were a fish out of water here as well. The feeling only grew stronger the further you went. You scoffed at Alucard’s assertion that you belonged here, sorely missing the warm coziness of a home that was no longer yours.

As you toured the premises with Seras, it became apparent that there were way fewer servants of the kind you expected, the ones who would help run an estate of this size. Sure there were cleaners and workers in the kitchen and the manor was tasteful and clean. But oddly, it was soldiers who made up the bulk of the visible staff.  

You and Seras passed another patrol as she showed you to your bedroom on the second floor. 

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You bid her goodnight and sighed with relief when you were at last afforded the luxury of privacy.

Your jacket hung in an open closet. All your belongings were there in the room, packed into boxes in a neat corner. That was the entirety of it? Your possessions were certainly humble when juxtaposed into a room as spacious as this. After exploring your storage options, you began the tedious work of unpacking.

A wealth of information was delivered to you today. You were reeling from whiplash. Even if Alucard previously broached the topic of moving in, the abrupt relocation into this organization was overwhelming. 

Your new ‘home’ was beautiful, yet…everything about it was dreadfully formal and you got the sense that this compound operated under a rigid hierarchy and set of rules. 

This was no simple rich person's playground and getting used to this authoritarian setting was going to be beyond difficult. You tossed around in bed as your thoughts wandered. Did your place here depend entirely on Alucard and Integra’s favour? You knew your vampire would not allow you to be mistreated, yet you did not know your standing without Alucard by your side nor what was expected of you. What would become of you? 

They said it would be easier if you slowly transitioned to a nocturnal lifestyle if you were to live here, but you were exhausted by everything you saw. As you rolled into the soft satin sheets to try and sleep, you sighed. The opulence that was present even in your new bedroom was entirely foreign. 

Everywhere you went, the people you encountered were pleasant, but the stares and whispers followed closely on your tails. They knew. Everyone knew you came with Alucard and of the sudden delivery of a stranger’s belongings before you were brought here. And guessing your relationship was no challenge. 

You had barely seen Alucard since you arrived. Instead you were escorted from one oversized room to the next as Seras stuffed your head with random facts you’d need to know. As you were thrown flailing headfirst into the world of the supernatural (which you didn’t wholly ask for), the simmering doubt bubbled into a seething boil.

They said Alucard stayed in the basement. Some familiarity would be much appreciated right now. Would you be in trouble? You wanted to see him more than anything to know that everything will be okay. To sit in his lap and stare into the sunset as he soothed away your fears with the lull in his words and gentle touch.

You stayed on your toes to muffle unnecessary noise as you slipped out of your room and traced your path back to a hidden entrance in an unassuming hallway, which was where Seras told you he stayed during your tour. 

With careful hands, you pulled at the door, which didn’t budge until you put your weight behind it and yanked. You winced at the unoiled creak that groaned louder than thunder in the silence. 

It was a staircase.

You saw only as far as four steps down before it became pitch black. You walked in anyways and closed the door behind you so no one would be privy to you sneaking around. 

You couldn't see anything. There was no moonlight or wall lights. Just the nothingness that swallowed you whole as you shut yourself in. 

Alucard. You called him.

No reply. 

He must be here. His signature was ubiquitous, a welcome oppression that gave density to the air you inhaled. You felt around blindly, and softly, softly, in the shadows, one tentative step at a time, you made it to the bottom of the stairs while remaining close to the wall. Your fingers brushed a plaque and you traced the letters tentatively. 

...T-O-R…TORTURE?

Surely that must be wrong. Unease rippled through your mind as you gulped. You hugged yourself and rubbed your ears. Without the whisper of your steps, the silence became deafening as well. With nothing to see or hear, you stood alone in a void, but he was here. You knew it in your soul. 

You stayed put to try letting your eyes adjust to the lack of light, but even that was hopeless. You couldn’t even differentiate if your eyes were open or closed. This was the kind of place where spidery demons of legend ambush their prey from the shadows. There was an almost imperceptible draft blowing past you and the air felt wet. Your nose curled with revulsion as you imagined what this place must look like. 

The darkness and silence and moldy dampness gave you the creeps, but this was his lair. Monsters and whatnot may lurk in this world, but the scariest of them all…was your lover. You were invincible here. Nothing could harm you. 

You let out an audible breath to remind yourself that you have only temporarily lost your senses. Sightless, you kept shuffling along, staying close to the walls to help guide your way. Whether this place was cramped, you could not tell, not even if it was a hallway or an open cavern. Your flesh prickled into chicken skin from the eeriness. 

While everyone else stayed in the lavish manor above, Alucard lived here? 

Minor interactions from the day welled up and you recounted how uneasy others were around him. Were you once the same? Realization dawned and your chest squeezed tight. He gave his services to this organization, but they treated him like…a monster to be caged, ostracized, and feared. Your lips pressed together in a taut line as you picked up the pace to rush to your vampire.

You ran out of wall to follow. You must have arrived at a turn. Or it could be a wall ending within a spacious room.

Alucard? You reached for him in your mind.

Still he did not answer. You stumbled over your feet and dithered where you were. Perhaps coming here uninvited was a bad idea, but before you could decide which direction to walk next, you heard him. 

This is no place for a sweet human like yourself. Turn back.

"Why bring me all the way here only to turn me away now?" 

Speaking out loud was equivalent to screaming into the abyss, shattering the engulfing silence. It reverberated and your words echoed off into the distance for you to voice your question over and over. "You invited me to live with you. I came to Hellsing for you. I chose to be here with you."

A pregnant pause after your words faded. When there was nothing for several more moments and you were about to march forward blindly anyways, he answered. 

Very well. Come to me, he whispered.

Alucard lit the way. Hundreds of thousands of eyes opened along the stones, guiding the path to him. You now saw you were in a long corridor, the end of which was not visible. 

You followed his macabre lead, feeling his pull more as you neared, a tyrannical energy that grew more potent with each step. The blanket of power was so welcome.

He had such a flair for theatrics. He could just come out and greet you like a good host. Chuckling bounced around your head. 

There is no fun in that, little one.

You snorted, but sobered up as you studied your newly visible surroundings. The basement was not yet finished. It was bleak and indeed dank with mildew. Something dripped in the distance.

Alucard lives here? This was no home. This repugnant hole in the ground was more like…a dungeon.

”How unseemly for a lady to come seeking a monster’s company at night,” the vampire murmured, pressing behind your back with his hands wrapped around your waist. You gasped at the unexpected presence, then sighed in relief and leaned back into him.

"You aren't a monster," you said softly while reaching back to pull him against you by the thighs. It was true that you hadn’t truly thought of him as one in a very long time. His chest rumbled from purring as he nuzzled into the side of your head. “Your home is so lonely.” You pushed your forehead to his as he continued to nudge against you, closing your eyes to breathe him in as a wave of sadness washed over your senses.

As you basked in his solid presence behind you, the darkness lost its foreboding. You were now wrapped in the safe blanket of night. His darkness, which hid and protected you, unweaved the intricate web ensnaring you with fear. He disappeared as you made your way into a clearing, but your fright was already banished. Knowing Alucard was right here with you gave you peace of mind.

Meagre torches came on one by one and you followed the garish light that made you squint. Everywhere your eyes fell, empty blood bags were illuminated by each consecutive lamp alighting, leading to a massive throne that occupied the middle of the room. There Alucard sat in solitude with his chin on a fist. Blood splattered the floor where the drained packets lay. 

“I have been famished lately,” he rumbled, his bangs shielding one gleaming eye from view.

“What’s new? Do you always gorge yourself like this? Such a messy eater.” You replied with a cringe, then looked away from the littered floor. “I couldn't sleep, so I decided to pay you a visit.”

The King smiled a toothy grin and extended a hand to you. “Come here, little one.”

Tiptoeing gingerly around the blood sacks, you reached the King, who pulled you into his lap. As you leaned against him, your tension from the day melted away from the physical contact and you yawned.

You lay your head on Alucard’s shoulder, then peered up at him through lidded eyes.

“A lot of things happened today,” you mumbled.

“...”

“I was shown so many rooms and told so many things, I doubt I’d even remember all of it, especially the arbitrary rules. I’m sure I’d get lost though.”

“...”

“There’s a hallway with these classical paintings, the ones with the fancy gold frames. They look like they might be originals! It was really weird how they were all just a bit tilted though. Is that something rich people just do for rich people's reasons?”

You were rambling. He must already know the random trivia when it came to this mansion, but you continued to blab about the various things you were shown in the Hellsing manor as your lover quietly listened to you unload. Your heart quivered, the stress from the move at last catching up.

"...Why me, Alucard?" You whispered against his chest as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

"You are a fool if you must ask."

He plucked you from his lap and took you through another room, where you spotted a palatial bed to the side, fit for a king, but he brought you to his coffin instead. It was an enormous wooden box, glossy black with engraving that you couldn’t discern in the poor lighting. The lid floated off by itself and you peeked inside.

It looked like a velvet mattress padded with cushioning on the sides. If it weren’t for the knowledge that it was a coffin, it wouldn’t be too bizarre at all. You glanced over and saw Alucard looking at you as if he was waiting for you to freak out. You got in instead.

It was surprisingly spacious inside, until Alucard joined and crowded you. Clearly these were made for single occupation! The lid closed and darkness engulfed you. This was supposed to be creepy, but you found yourself remarkably unbothered as the vampire rearranged the two of you until he was under you with the silken fabric of his cravat against your face. 

No heartbeat. The dead silence of his chest was well-known to you. Up so close to the one you wanted most the entire time you were here, you began to drift.

That you braved the dark to seek him for comfort gave Alucard great pleasure. Now locked in with him, there was no way to escape the coffin unless he allowed it. He let his mind wander. A balm to his battered soul, that was what you were.

“My Darling, if there ever comes a time you are in danger and I am absent, hide in this coffin. It will provide you with some measure of protection.”

You mumbled something in reply and burrowed into him, but your vampire wasn’t ready to let you fade away.

His hands roamed your body, his erection pressed taut against your stomach. He dragged you up by the armpits as you squealed until his lips met yours. Smooth lips tugged at you and you groggily let him in, distantly wondering what you would do if copper filled his mouth.

It didn’t. He tasted, as always, of vintage wine, and you melted into him with the yearning of a day spilling over. Suckling his tongue, you shyly brought his hands from your back to your chest and pressed his fingertips into the fat pads there. He was happy to massage you, making you squirm when he rolled and pinched your peaks.

Through a closed-eye grin, you giggled, "You’re freezing, but I'll keep you warm when you sleep from now on."

The vampire's cock twitched. Vibrant orangey-yellow irises narrowed slightly before swirling with affection as he squeezed you to his chest with extra limbs.

You slipped towards sleep with a smile on your face. At last, while you lay in a cramped wooden box underground on top of a living corpse, you were comfortable to be where you were.

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Pain.

You gasped. The shocking sensation seared your nerves, yet you found it impossible to remove yourself from the terrible feeling. It passed immediately as the pain numbed, then melded into pleasure unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Your mind went blank as another wave rolled through simultaneously with a distant pull at your neck. Have you gone mad? If people abused drugs for ecstasy such as this, you too would go delirious from addiction. 

Blood feeds blood.

Your body jolted feebly under a weight that would not give way, forcing you to remain immobile and endure the electrified sparks up your spine.

Alucard.

His teeth sank deep into your throat as he took that lengthy drag. Your essence funnelled into him while you spun, intoxicated from desire. 

Blood calls blood.

Excruciatingly enticing.

You tilted your head to grant him access to your soul.

Blood is, and blood was,

You didn’t even wince this time as slick pooled from blazing loins and your back arched. More. You needed more.

He was inside you. Thick and delicious and somehow you were accommodating him despite his immense size, the siren-song of his whispers in your ears, rending your existence apart with sultry thoughts and promises of eternity.

And blood shall ever be.

He was pounding you into the plush cushions of a coffin. Making you whole. An angel found her wings.

Daughter of the Night.

Pain and pleasure were the same. Coherent thought escaped as you became one. The only certainty was that this was meant to be–

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The Bird of Hermes is My Name

Eating My Wings to Keep Me Tame

You woke with a start panting, sweat clinging to your brows and soaking your back. You were indeed lying on plush cushions and still inside the coffin with your crotch soaked in juice. There was suddenly so much room? 

No, you were not alone. Alucard was on top of you as a weighted blanket of shadow. His hand was tight on your mound. 

"Such indelicate fantasies you hold, my Dear." 

You may have been in absolute darkness, but you heard the smirk in his voice. A giant eye opened, hovering where you assumed the coffin’s lid was, examining you with a wild gaze as invisible hands palmed your body. Your sopping pussy throbbed as she recalled the dream.

"Ha! As if! You put those delusions in my head!" 

The vampire chuckled at the retort. 

It felt so real. You could almost feel his phantom teeth in your vein and your lifeblood leaving the warm confines of your vessel to mingle with his. You could almost feel him moving through you, filling you. You shuddered with craving for that completeness again.

But what was that? 

You grasped through the haze searching for something you didn't know. All you had were fragments of a barely remembered dream that made no sense.

The coffin lid lifted and you drank in the new air.

His shadow rippled and slid around you as if he was your sleeping bag. “Perhaps I went too far. Back to sleep, Dear. There are long days ahead of you.”

You chucked it down to Alucard being Alucard and putting strange ideas in your mind. His eye was so red and lustrous, almost like a prized ruby, though it shimmered even without light. You shifted however much you could and relaxed. It really had been a long day and night. You were so drained, you knew you would fall asleep the moment your eyes closed. Your confusion dissipated as you settled and it was apparent you could barely move in his embrace. 

Alucard wrapped you snugly. Reassuringly.

For the first time since coming to Hellsing, you felt a sense of belonging within the claustrophobic confines of a vampire's coffin, something akin to being at home.

You slept like a newborn until midday.

Yours.

~To Be Continued~

Next chapter: Just Another Day in Paradise -------------------- Notes: (Please read)

A modified version of this chapter (with a sort of “happily ever after”) was originally intended to be the end of this story. But after a reader asked about whether Millennium will feature, I think yes, since the relationship between Alucard and his Reader would be incomplete without delving into some of Hellsing’s enemies. And so this fic continues again haha.

Now that we will be covering canon events and the main cast is finally featured, I’m honestly full of trepidation. Whereas when it was only Alu and Reader, I felt I was allowed to do whatever I wanted (to some extent). With Millennium coming into the picture also brings the issue of handling triggering/sensitive content. I am super scared I’ll screw up the story from here on out. There is an outline for most of the upcoming chapters, but the story will not be fully canon-compliant. Rather, it will only be inspired by canon events and I will take some liberties with how vampire things work.

But know that the story gets darker and the rating will change to “Explicit” (possibly even DD:DNE due to the chapters with Millennium). Please heed the tags and warnings when the time comes.

I hope you guys don’t mind the references to other popular media and works, of which there are a number throughout this fanfic. Fantasy is my favourite genre and my favourite author (Brandon Sanderson) loves to incorporate references to his other books within his epic fantasy world, where all of the different planets are linked by common origins, magic principles (even if the magic systems themselves differ), and an unseen war between their gods spanning millennia. The storylines and characters are starting to collide in Sanderson’s “Cosmere.” Whenever I spot some of these ‘Easter eggs,’ I feel so self-satisfied and like I’m such a good fan. I hope you smile too if you see one of my references to a song/movie/novel/play/anime/musical/etc.

P.S. You sweet summer child. You don’t bring up “human rights” with Vlad the Impaler :D

[halloweensuittruffles]

I ALWAYS COME BACK.

HI AGAIN!! Really trying to be more active here but I never had a tumblr account back in the day IVE only read fanfics on here XDD;

BUT IM HERE CUZ MY BUDDY FRITZ INSPIRED ME.

(And I realized my ask was turned off whoops!)

ASK ME STUFF ANYTHING ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT ANY OF MY DUDES IN MY BRAIN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LUXII WANNA RAMBLE AND GET STUPID 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

(And I know ppl will ask- no I’m not opening fanfic stuff again, it was fun when I did it but I kinda got burnt out of it ><)

[noxrobotics]

Creation and Destruction. Now together to balance the world as they wish to do

Some..sona x canon for your feed. :]

Zafer took the last name of major's after the marriage for he didnt have one before <3

[usssnarfblat]

Pip

[mr-shimurka]

Re-uploading an old post

I adjusted the color curve, worked with the font and composition a little, now it’s really good...damnnn who cares

Hey, I'm feel so fucking broken, everything I do is in a shadow ban. I'm nothing.

[cry-ptidd]

He’s an asshole AND a pro at any type of harassment

[amikartest]

I didn't like how Marina’s eye look before from one of my page, so I wanted to make her a little better on her, I still want to make more new pages for my first chapter.But still I’m trying my best to really make more comics pages 😭

[faithintheunknownsblog]

How do pip and alucard (seperately ) deal with a reader who is oblivious to them liking her?fluff plz

A/N: I'm so sorry, I promise I didn't forget- I've just been trying to get more chapters

Alucard

Alucard would just get tired of it, blankly staring at you and plainly asking you, “are you stupid or something?” 

“What?” You ask, taken aback by the rudeness.

“Are you stupid or something,” Alucard asks again in a serious tone that still has a sprinkle of annoyance mixed in since he had to repeat himself.

You shake your head, “no, I heard what you said. I’m just wondering what the actual fuck makes you think you can talk to me like that.”

“Well, clearly you are too dumb to realize I’ve made multiple advances in attempts to court you.” Alucard says plainly. This old geezer still thinks ‘courting’ is a thing.

“Did you offer the plumpest goat in the whole village to my father as well?” You ask sarcastically, “the Hell are you talking about ‘making advances’?”

“I have been doing like what they do in those movies-” Alucard has been watching cheesy rom coms in attempts to learn how to flirt, “-trying to woo you, but you just haven’t caught on.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from laughing, “that’s why you’ve been acting weird?!”

Alucard stays silent.

When you finally stop laughing and catch your breath you rhetorically ask, “Alucard, you do understand that life doesn’t work like that, right? All of those people are actors and the whole thing is scripted.”

Alucard grumbles, “Seras should’ve just let me give you the letter.”

“Letter?” Your curiosity immediately peaks, “you wrote me a letter?”

“Yes,” Alucard pulls the letter out from his jacket and hands it to you. Though he does not show it, he’s nervous as he watches you delicately unfold the paper and your eyes skin across it.

“Huh,” you keep your look unwavering as you look back up at him. Knowing that your unimpressed demeanor has him sweating bullets, then you fold up the paper and with a smirk say, “I could get used to these types of letters.”

“So that means you’ll let me court you?” Alucard asks.

You chuckle, “it’s called dating now, but yes, I’ll let you ‘court’ me.”

Alucard gets the biggest smile, “I told Seras the letter would work.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t take dating advice from her anymore,” you laugh.

“Well I shouldn’t need to, now  that we’re together,” Alucard says happily.

You just roll your eyes and wave your hand to shoo him away, “alright, now go, I have to finish my work!”

“As you wish,” Alucard tips his head and leaves, now a very happy man to be courted with you.

Pip Bernadotte 

You and Pip are laughing and joking around like usual, but out of nowhere with absolutely no context he says “you make it very hard for me, you know?”

You and him tend to joke around, making lewd jokes, so you assume that’s what he’s doing now, “yes, I know. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a picture of me you wank off to every night.”

Pip shakes his head, “no, not that way. Well, not all ze time, but zat’s not what I’m talkin’ about now.”

“What are you talking about then?” You ask Pip.

“Not to kiss you, I think about it all ze time,” Pip’s attitude is no longer playful. He constantly thinks about what it’d be like to hold you tight as he gives your soft lips tender kisses. You make him so happy and you’re all he thinks about. 

You go back to not taking him seriously and thinking this is a joke. So you decide to test him like you’ve done before and playfully say, “do it then.”

Pip is tired of all the joking, he leans in and kisses you so passionately, the world fades away. At this moment the rest of the world fades, it’s only you and him as it should be, always and forever.

When you two break apart, you're both breathing heavily, the kiss stole all the air out of both of your lungs and after a long pause Pip finally breaks the silence, “zat what I meant.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’ve already figured that out by now.” “Just makin’ sure-” Pip smiles, “-because it took you zis long.”

You roll your eyes and Pip steals another kiss, which he will be doing with every chance he gets from now on.

[madarasgirl]

A Night for Hunting Ch. 21 -The Monster of Legend

C/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, canon-typical violence, soul bond, OVA3, he is really fucking pissed Words: 4627

I know moons don’t normally go from silver to red in the same night haha. It’s also not the right calendar date for the blood moon, aka Hunter’s Moon, but it always shows up in the OVAs, so heck, here it is! (We do have the Buck Moon coming up in 2 days).

Thank you all from the bottom of my black little heart for your support after the release of the last chapter. I’m glad you’re still here.

A short excerpt is below the cut.

His hunt brought him to an elevator that his prey packed into. His loping gait took him closer and closer as they fled and tried to shut the doors while he paused to gorge himself on dead bodies. It was too late when they realized one of theirs was mashing the elevator keys to keep the doors open under his hypnotism. They shot their own in the hopes of escaping him.

Their dread left him heady with involuntary, twisted arousal.

Fools. Alucard enjoyed fear. If these worthless dregs knew how much he did, they'd be afraid to be afraid around him. He pried the steel doors open with the barrels of his firearms. The grin splitting his face became a permanent feature as the doors finally shut behind him after he caged them in with himself.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The metal shaft descended, the ringing announcing the passage of each floor was lost to the explosive work of his Casull and Jackal. The clink of the emptied magazines hit the floor as the vampire found himself at ground level when he exited. The full elevator of dead critters didn't even tickle his need for violence, though the stench of blood and despair made him smirk somehow wider. It was only fair that they felt as scared as you were.

He sneered when he sensed life down the hall, an abhorrent fact which needed to be remedied.

Don't make them suffer.

A sweet and familiar voice was in his ears, as crisp as the purest bells in the wind. The gentle fragrance of orchids and stargazer lilies filled his sinuses, as if you were right there beside him despite the ocean separating you. Even thinking about the sea reminded him of the salt on your skin. Your smile, a ray of sunlight filtering through his darkest nights. His unbeating heart twisted with treasured memories. You were way up in his head and soaked into his blood. 

Your wish was as clear as if you told him yesterday, but it was far away now. He was losing himself in the face of you in danger, the choppy winds of his mood whipped into a vindictive tempest as the gathering storm exploded.

~To be Continued~

Ch. 22 -Hell on Earth

[nuclearforest]

#32 for the Smut Prompts 😏

Athena you didn't say who to use so I'm taking this as blatant permission to pick-- and this feels like a good one for Pip, so take a Pip x gn!reader.

"i know you're mad and all, but i just wanna bend you over the desk right now."

Smut drabble below the cut.

"What the hell are you doing?" you hiss at your captain, cursing the shit-eating smirk on his face and the casual shrug of his broad shoulders. It was bad enough to have been caught once by the malignant vampire bastard that wandered the halls at all hours of the day--but now it seemed Pip was begging to be caught.

"What does it look like, mon ami [my friend]?" he closes the door to Integra's otherwise empty office behind himself. The click of the lock he flicks immediately after seals your fate and a vein bulges out of your head.

"Like you're trying to get us turned into vampire bouffe [chow]."

Instead of replying he waves off your complaint and undoes the zipper of his vest, starting to strip his uniform in the daylight hours. It had been a late night last night for the Organization, judging by Integra's absence in her own office. Pip's vest clatters to the ground with all its tools and toys, noise echoing in the large, mostly empty room.

"Fuck--" you cuss, fists clenching, "put that back on now."

"Are you sure you want that?" the Frenchman cocks his head, hands gravitating to hold onto his belt buckle. A shiver rolls up your back and you nod. "How about a quickie, then?"

Persistent asshole must be able to see your arousal with his surprisingly attentive gaze. He'd always had this awfully accurate way of reading you, even when you did your damnedest to throw him off. Narrowing your eyes, you back up to Integra's desk.

"I know you're mad and all," he says, "but I just want to bend you over that desk right now." Then, he flicks his belt buckle open and you, weak willed, are already fussing with your own combat dress at the sound. Just a quickie, like he promised.

"Fucker," you grumble at him, snatching his collar to pull him in for a steamy kiss. His hands fall to your hips and he starts to grope around between your legs, following practiced motions that he knew drove you wild with the friction of his glove. The best you can do in turn is drop a hand from his shirt to palm at his hardening length through his boxers.

You take a fierce bite of his lip when his fingers slip under you to find your hole and he laughs quietly. "Is this how you'll thank your captain?"

"You should be thanking me," you snarl.

"We'll see how long that insubordination lasts, then." And he pulls away, manhandling you around despite pitting all your strength against him, and pushes back into you. "Now," he bends over to your ear, "the only thing I want to hear you say is yes, sir."

He's referencing those creepy vampire bastards and their weird relationship to your new employer, but you can barely find yourself minding with his length pressing into your ass.

"Yes, sir," you spit, bracing your hands on the wooden surface of the desk around piles of paper as Pip finally drops his pants and your pants to the floor--but not before sneaking a bottle of lube from his pocket and coating his fingers.

"Good job, soldier," he praises, reaching between your legs and pressing his fingertips to your hole again. "Try not to wake the dead with this one." He huffs a bit of a laugh and pushes into you, working you open with lithe motions as you bite your lip and lean further onto the desk.

Pip goes until your knees are shaking and you're panting quietly, eyelids fluttering as you look to the safety of the daylight out the windows on either side of the desk. He only pulls away when you finally gasp, taking a moment to stroke himself before he replaces his fingers with the head of his cock.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir," you huff, bracing yourself further and still almost falling when he pushes in, taking it slowly like he had all the time in the world until he's seated fully inside you with his chest pressed to your beck separated by two layers of cotton.

"Bon bon bon [good good good]," he rumbles, voice dropping in a way that has your toes curling in your boots. Then he starts to rock against you, one hand settling on your hip and the other bracing against the desk. From there it doesn't take him long to fuck you into a climax, riding you through it until he reaches his own and finishes inside.

"I thought you'd last longer, captain," you tease, legs still shaking.

"I promised a quickie," he laughs, depth gone, "we can pick it up after your shift." You don't need to look at him to know he winks--but as soon as he had come into the room to spice up your day he leaves, pressing a kiss into a bit of your exposed neck before separating. He's quick to pick up and leave you with the fresh mess on the desk, but at least you aren't caught by vampires this time.

[edgygayguy]

Gay people never flirt normally, it's always gotta be shit like this

[zestyaahbutler]

Choosing Life

Rating: Mature

Category: F/F WLM, x reader

Fandoms: Hellsing, Hellsing Ultimate

Relationship: Integra Hellsing/Reader integra hellsing/vampire reader

Characters: Alucard(Hellsing), Integra Hellsing, Reader, vampire reader- character, Walter Dornez

Tags: Integra is gay, lesbian character, x reader, mention of assault, cult, its tame besides the violence, suicidal ideation/thoughta, reader is going through it, blood, gore, hellsing-freeform, Hellsing Organization, Hellsing Pre-Canon, Hellsing Ultimate OVA, Biblical Scripture References (Abrahamic Religions), Virgin Reader, vampire reader, Reader is American, Walter c dornez, Cara Brandy

A young woman from America works a dead-end job. She will live wavers till she decides to take a cheap vacation to the United Kingdom where she stays in a small village. They welcome her with open arms but the townspeople slowly became weirder and would not let her leave. It turns out they are a cult trying to produce the second Virgin Mary and eternal mother. Isolated and only given what she needs to survive, she starts to lose herself. One night, she is taken out of her room of captivity and led to a ceremony. She is given the choice to kill the sacrifice given to her and live or be killed for rejecting their love. For the first time, she chooses to live.

She blacks out but wakes up later in a now gored room.