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[Hellsing] Female Fans' Round-Table Discussion

A 6-page interview from the 2012 Hellsing Official Guidebook, featuring five grown-ass women chatting about Hellsing in a casual discussion format and translated into English for the first time ever by yours truly.

Honestly this was way more entertaining to read than I thought it would be. It’s also really funny seeing this super-casual discussion printed in the book right alongside Hirano's—-oh who am i kidding, this is 10x more professional and less deranged than whatever goes on in Hirano’s interviews.

Anyway, without further ado...

Does Hellsing have little to no female fans? Nay! Assembled before you are five women with an undying love for the series. Let’s see their passion for this work show itself as they butt heads!

Is the female fanbase just hiding itself or what?

Moderator: Now then, everyone, let’s start off with introductions.

Ms. T: I am Ms. T. I’ve been walking the path of an otaku since middle school, and it’s already been ● years since then. How do I put this, all of you seem like fairly normal people…

Everyone: Oh no--rest assured we are all otaku as well. (laughter)

Ms T: Oh, really? (laughs) Anyway, I’ve continued to love manga for all this time. Thank you for having me.

Ms J: I’m Ms J. I was already at a decent age when Hellsing began serialization, but to create something so enticing-- as expected of Hirano-sensei! (laughs). This is the kind of manga I’d better buy and collect, I thought.

Ms A: Out of today’s gathering, I’m probably the one who became an otaku at the oldest age. (laughs) My friend told me, “Hellsing is a manga that really crazy people read”, so at first I couldn’t get around to starting it. But around the time volume 8 came out, I binge-read it, and it was so interesting that I couldn’t help but get obsessed.

Ms R: I’m probably the youngster in this group. By the time Hellsing started serialization, I was just entering middle school. [T/N: That makes her 27 at the time of this interview.]

Of course we didn’t really have the term "edgy-teen syndrome" back then, but around me the manga was definitely gaining popularity in that edgy teen fashion. One of my best friends was obsessed with Hellsing and I’d borrow it after they finished reading it, and I got addicted too.

Moderator: I’m under the impression that the female readership for Hellsing is overwhelmingly small, but…

Ms J: Nah, I think they’re just hiding. I mean, it’s not like you’d talk about Hellsing to someone in passing. You wouldn’t suddenly say, “Y’know, Alucard is…”

Everyone: True. (laughs)

Ms J: There isn’t much opportunity to bring it up, or perhaps you could say it’s a hard topic to bring up to the general public.

Ms A: Like how you can’t have a pork-and-rice bowl first thing in the morning or something.

Ms J: Yeah, like that. Actually, among my circle of female otaku friends, everyone has read Hellsing.

Ms T: Among manga fans, Kouta Hirano is well-understood.

Ms J: Any fan of manga who doesn’t know Kouta Hirano is a faker!

Ms T: Disregarding whether you’ve properly sat down and read his works or not, I feel like it’s impossible for a manga enthusiast to not have at least heard of Hirano-sensei. But we are talking about manga fans in general, and the range of tastes is so broad. If someone were to say to me “I’m a fan of Kouta Hirano”, only then I would be like, “Oh, so I can talk comfortably with this person”.

Moderator: It’s a good litmus test to use. (laughs)

Ms A: It’s only when you broach the topic of Kouta Hirano that you can finally talk about Hellsing. You can’t go straight from “So I hear you like manga” to “So, about Hellsing…”, lol.

Ms J: If you met someone for the first time and you go “So I heard you like manga? What about Hellsing?” that’s like coming straight for their throat with a knife. (laughs)

Moderator: Even as a gauge to see how much of an otaku your opponent is, it’s a bit too much to try and break the ice with Hellsing.

The wonders of dialogue

Ms J: Speaking of the good points of Hellsing, I think it’s that it doesn’t get overly preachy. You can see this starting from Cross Fire, but you really get the sense that everyone’s equally crazy here.

Ms A: I can see that. No one is on the side of justice. Like the Major, he’s a nasty little guy. The type of guy who would casually twist off an ant’s legs or something like that.

Ms J: That Major, his beta male levels are literally off the charts.

Everyone: (bursts into laughter)

Ms J: Actually, something that caught my interest about the setting is that only virgins can become vampires. In the first place, I don’t think European vampire lore makes that kind of distinction.

Ms T: Father Anderson is probably a virgin, since he has religious reasons for celibacy. Though it might depend on religious sect. I wonder if there’s a meaning behind this concept of chastity?

Ms J: The idea of chastity is valued in the Hellsing universe as well.

Ms A: Right, since if you aren’t a virgin you become a ghoul, and then it’s game over and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Ms R: Speaking of which, Integra’s a virgin, too.

Ms T: Integra being a virgin is an important part of the story.

Ms J: In my personal opinion, the best couple is definitely Alucard and Integra.

Ms R and Ms A: I was going to say the same!

Ms T: Integra and Alucard call each other “Count”, don’t they? You know, in a previous life it’s possible that Integra was a man. Perhaps Alucard is seeing the Count Hellsing of the past through Integra. Thinking about that possibility makes a girl’s heart flutter. Not to mention Integra’s appearance leans towards that of a man— Ah, it’s just so peak! [T/N: I'm not being facetious, 盛り literally means peak]

Ms A: Those who want to read a male/female romance can enjoy doing so, and for people who like BL, there are plenty of elements that can be enjoyed as BL also. I feel like the reason you can enjoy both things is because the relationships that are depicted are not constrained purely to sexual love.

Ms J: For those who like to read into the BL aspect, there are lots of fight scenes that can’t be ignored, can they? Particularly in the endgame. Like Girlycard and Young Walter, that was...really something.

Moderator: That part was just unfair! I mean, after getting captured by Millennium and going M.I.A., all that anticipation was building and building, and for Walter to be reintroduced like that!

Ms J: When I got to that part I was like, “Man, Hirano-sensei really did his best to keep all that stuff pent-up for so long". For both Walter and Girlycard, I mean.

Moderator: Speaking of Girlycard, I get the feeling that the idea for her was in place since the early stages of story development.

Ms J: I wonder about that… on the other hand it seems like it was a very spontaneous decision. (laughs)

Ms A: Even if the story developments feel spontaneous, I feel like the characters' settings are polished to a high degree from the beginning. Even though a new character suddenly appears out of nowhere, you end up following along without feeling a sense of discomfort. In Hirano-sensei's mind, I'm sure that each character is cultivated with an equal amount of attention. After that it's just a matter of deciding what situations the character will appear in.

Ms J: Each character is excellently molded to their place in the story. Even though normally it should be very challenging to create characters that would fit in this sort of world. (laughs) From the moment of their introduction, they are already dyed in Hirano's unique brand, and you can tell that Hirano understands them well.

Ms R: After all, characters from his past works before Hellsing make appearances in the manga, so you get the feeling that these are ideas that have been stewing in his head for a long time.

Moderator: And within Hellsing too, these characters grow and develop. Like Maxwell--he started out as a mere brat, but then he went full tryhard mode and developed that cunning and pretentious side to him.

Everyone: (leans forward) Yeah, that's right!!

Ms J: --And he had that past with Anderson, didn't he? I was like "Hold on a sec, a flashback scene now, are you kidding me"? Even though I knew that a flashback is basically a death flag, I couldn't help but love it. (laughs)

Ms A: At the final moment, Maxwell called Anderson "Sensei", a reversal of their dynamic thus far. Up until then there were hints of foreshadowing, but nothing definite. But with that single word you could feel the adoration Maxwell had felt for Anderson when he was a child... It's amazing how potent that line was. The timing of delivery was excellent, too.

Ms R: Up until that point Maxwell was portrayed as nothing more than a snob, but the truth is there were reasons why he became that way.

Ms T: Hirano-sensei is very skilled at depicting relationships between men.

The beauty of composition

Ms A: In Hellsing, there aren't any characters that go too far beyond the range of normal anatomy.

Even with regards to enemies and such, there aren't any massively gargantuan or bulky characters. Everyone is more or less normal. And yet, there is so much impact in the poses that it leaves you with a strong impression. Those standout panels just radiate style-- so much so that anyone with an eye for art will be impressed by them, I think.

Ms T: The paneling is relatively simple, but the composition sense of each panel is amazing.

Ms R: I love the stuff like Rip Van's silhouette. The balance between her and the musket is super cool. Even though something that size in real life would be impractical to shoot, it looks so cool that it's like, "Who cares!"

Ms A: Fight scenes that should have a lot of movement are instead surprisingly depicted with still frame shots, and they have a beauty to them reminiscent of paintings. It makes me want to stare at the same handful of panels for a long time. Calling it aesthetic beauty might be a bit of an exaggeration, but...

Ms T: Not an exaggeration at all, I think there is a lot of aesthetic beauty. For me, when I look at Hirano-sensei's artwork, I'm reminded of ukiyo-e paintings. And in the movement, I sense a bit of kabuki theater.

Moderator: Each panel is created with beauty in every nook and cranny, so as to work as a standalone illustration.

Ms R: The way shadow and blood is depicted is so good, isn't it? It really makes full use of the monochrome medium.

Ms A: When I was reading the scene in volume 8 when Cromwell Level 0 is released and soldiers are unleashed in hordes, it reminded me of a medieval copperplate engraving. The plot developments in that moment were so interesting, and the density of the illustrations so rich, that simply staring at them was enjoyable.

Ms T: It really draws you in, doesn't it? In other manga that have very detailed art styles, the realism makes it feel similar to a liveaction movie. But Hirano's works are 100% "manga", I would say. In that sense, none of it is realistic at all. But that's why it's possible to achieve poses and compositions that are impossible with photography, and that's why he can portray things I didn't even know I would want to see.

The position of women in Hellsing

Moderator: To all of you, was there a scene where you were like, "This scene right here is where I became obsessed"?

Ms J: So this is my personal taste, but I liked the setup of the handsome lady Master and the handsome male Servant. I like butlers, too. So once those three conditions were satisfied, I was like, "This is a good manga". The part where I was like "This is a really good manga" was when Anderson was introduced. At first, I was thinking this would be a story where Alucard dotes upon Seras and raises her up as a vampire, but then we were introduced to a Catholic priest from the same religion, yet who aims to defeat the protagonists...

Ms A: You can't deny the impact of Anderson. The only thing he wants to do is "exterminate vampires". While characters in Hellsing may undergo sudden changes, they never waver. They race from their introduction to their final chapter with just as much momentum as when they were first introduced. Not only is it satisfying to read, you won't be disappointed. As long as your favorite character appears, you can focus all your attentions on them, and before you know it you'll have binge-read to the last chapter. (laughs)

Ms T: For me, the scene when Integra discovers Alucard in the basement, and Alucard was revived with her blood is when I became hooked. While it is an expected development for vampire stories, that part of the story was very beautiful. And afterwards, I loved the tender portrayal of Seras's growth. Among ero-guro media, there are many works that portray women in a demeaning manner, but Hellsing is not one of them.

Ms A: In Hellsing, there is no distinction in the roles that are assigned to men and women.

Ms J: Indeed, women fight and stand on the front lines. And it feels natural.

Ms R: To tell the truth, when I first started reading Hellsing, I thought Integra was a man. And, for some reason it felt overly pandering [T/N: I assume she means pandering to fujoshi] and I just couldn't get into it. But then I realized Integra was a woman, and I was like "Oh, so it's a female/male master-servant relationship! I'm sorry for making such a weird assumption!" (laughs) I feel like it's important that Integra is a woman.

Ms T: In volume 1 there were moments where Integra was told incredulously, "You're a woman?", but in those moments I always felt that, ironically, being called a "woman" was what made her so much more cool. In Hellsing, you get the feeling that all characters are loved by the creator regardless of being male or female, enemy or ally. There are many standout characters among the villains, for example.

Ms J: Each character showcases their individuality in their fighting style as well.

Ms A: I love that Rip Van is this scrawny girl with long limbs, who wields an old-fashioned musket-- it gives off a really fantastic impression. The fact that a girl is given that kind of position, without it feeling offensive. When men draw female characters there tends to be a bit of double standards going on, or it can feel cloying or annoying depending on the scenario, but I don't feel that in Hellsing.

Ms J: Far from being annoying, the depictions of women feel unique and cool in their own way.

Ms A: You're right. Traditionally, female characters are accompaniments to the hero, aren't they? But Integra takes the lead, and while Seras is supported by those around her, she moves according to her own choices. Even among the female villains, they are given important roles that they carry out to the end, so you can read while feeling a sense of satisfaction.

Points you would recommend to other women

Ms T: Doesn't the series in general have a sort of sensuality?

Ms J: It does. As it gets nearer and nearer to the endgame, even the fight scenes show more tenderness. It's like a "They love each other, therefore they trade blows" vibe that feels erotic.

Ms R: When Alucard returned to London in volume 8, it felt pretty romantic.

Ms T: On the other hand, the explanations about weapon specs that pop up everywhere seem very male-oriented. I guess this is what you call the author's hobby.

Ms J: Speaking of the author's hobby, I feel like the fact that Walter is an old man is one of them. If you think about it purely in terms of reader appeal, there should have been no problem if Walter was young from the beginning. I get the impression that he was like, "If you're going to add a butler, it better be an old geezer". Ahh-- the more I reread, the more I feel like I discover new things.

Moderator: There is plenty more we weren't able to talk about, but to close us off, please appeal to the women who haven't read Hellsing yet as to why they should read the series.

Ms A: The female characters are so full of life, so why not give it a try mainly for the female characters?

Ms T: You can read it together with your boyfriend! There are lots of battles and weapons that guys would like, and there's no nasty relationship drama, so it might actually be a big hit among couples.

Ms J: "Look at Integra and Alucard, honey, they're just like us!" or something? (laughs)

Ms R: When you think of vampire media, you might be inclined to imagine something campy and whimsical. But even though there's a lot of absurdism at play, the world is based on real historical facts. So I want to recommend it broadly, even to those that don't normally enjoy fantasy.

Ms T: I feel like Hellsing is like a very strong liquor. At first you might feel that the taste is overwhelming, but once you get used to it, it becomes delicious.

Ms J: Please go in with zero expectations and give it a read.

Moderator: Thank you all for your time today!

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Link to the raw scans (which are not mine). Feel free to spread and repost my translation to other sites.

#hellsing #kouta hirano #integra hellsing #seras victoria #alucard #i’ve seen the “AxI as yuri” interpretation before but “AxI as yaoi” is new to me… anon is doing some 10000 iq 4d chess maneuver there #I was debating whether to use Girlycard or “Lolicard” like in the original jp but the former is more popular in the eng speaking fandom #it makes sense but Girlycard/Walter being classified as BL is hilarious to me #j anon is a real mood #my translation

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aleatory-eyes · 1 year

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Tw:kidnapped,noncon,vampire blood.light bondage,clitslapping, oral,fingering,penetration(almost not described).

Trapped forever

Yandere Alucard x reader

This takes place before the "accident" with sumi and taka in season 3. I thought i would be a great timing. His loneliness making him more prone to fall for obsessive behavior.

Summary: you used to recollect herbs near Dracula's castle, one day you meet Alucard . And even though at first you were skeptical, you soon discovered his caring nature and the two become great friends (with a lot of hidden feelings) .

Everything goes to shit when you're accused for witchcraft and sent to your death. Your friend managed to save you, but this incident gives Adrian an extreme fear of abandonment.

Even if he has to turn you into a blood sucking monster, he is decided to keep you in his watch forever.

I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FICTIONAL! PURE FICTION!

"LET ME GO, YOU'VE LOST YOUR MIND ADRIAN!" You cry out using his real name. The one he told you, making you feel special for knowing his litle secret.

He doesn't react, looking sadly at the floor. A "click" echoes in the luxurious room as he closes the door behind him and locks it. You have nowhere to run.

Using his inhuman speed, he jumps in your direction. Both of you land in the big bed, bouncing a litle bit in the mattress. Even if is pointless you struggle with all your might, screaming blody murdered at him.

The vampire was far stronger than you. He pinned down your arms with ease, and used the weight of his toned body to remain in top of you. You eyes meet his in the mist of the fight, he had a sad expression.

Alucard hated himself for what he was about to do you. But he wouldn't stop, keeping you safe (by his side) was way more important than his own moral values.

Using his belt, he tied your hands to the headrest. You look at him in shock, wait is he trying to...? "I'm sorry... is swear this is the only way" he says with a low tone confirming your fears. Your eyes water as he begins unbuttoning your blouse.

Taking off you clothes wasn't that hard, not the top part at least. You did struggle harder at your legs. Nevertheless now the only articles remaining is your underwear. He told you he wanted to take those in a loving way.

He started kissing your body, trying to find at least one of your sweet spots. Not stopping exploring with his hands all of your curves, fascinated by them. His fangs teasing your skin, leaving goosebumps behind. his erection throbbing at your scent.

Hi slowly kisses your lips, barely holding back the primal desire to make you his in that very moment. Becoming more passionate as he removes the remained undergarments all together. Only stoping to lick the sweat from your temple, just to realize they were your tears.

You're sobbing uncontrollably "I'm not trying to hurt you..." he says caressing your face to make you look at him. Only for you to whimper at the contact "sweetheart...please stop crying" hi cued. The daphir voice trembling a litle, guilt hitting like a ton of bricks.

Not knowing how to console you when he was the one doing this to you. He opted for something different. Pleasure.

Leaving a soft kiss to your salty cheeks he returns to his assault. His blond locks tingle your skin as he goes lower and lower. Until he position himself between your legs, hovering less than an inch of your heat.

The immortal gives you a slow lick, from the bottom to the top, pausing at your clit for second before sucking it obliviously. Mesmerized by your taste, unable to cease the stimulation he was giving you.

You resist, not wanting to cum by his antics.

Still a moan escaped your lips. With that the man loses his restrain, grabbing your hips with the intent of getting more, going deeper. His finger throbs at your entrance, entering with a roll of your hips. Not wasting a second comes in and when a third joins, you're barely holding it together.

"Let go babe ... you can't hold it forever" he utter between pants. Then he flicks a few times your sensitive nud before getting fed up with your resistance and slapping it. Overwhelmed by pleasure, you go limp as you orgasm.

Intoxicated by lust is easy to forget the situation you're trapped in.

You quickly come to your senses when you see a gorgeous naked body crawling to your side. You try to maintain the distance, but your retrained wrists keeps you in place. " Please Alucard, I don't want this" you begged. He gave you pitiful look prior to caging you under his built.

Your body trembled, you've never gone as far with man. You try to plead with him but everything you say is cut back with a forceful kiss. A strange taste caught your attention, it wasn't like anything you tasted before. Similar to an old wine? A litle metalic?

All of a sudden it started to burn, your whole figure was on fire. "What's.. happening?" You attempt to mutter but your voice won't come out. You are extremely thirsty, as if that fire dried you from the inside out. Anxiety taking control over you as you start to hyperventilate.

A hand rest in the side of your face, that way he can clean your tears. He adjust himself to what he is about to do and he slowly alings his member to you. You're pleading eyes making him doubt. "Y/n... you" he gulped "you have to relax. Please...I promise I'll be gentl-" a sob escaped from his lips. Soon after that, drops of salty water began fall into your skin. "I'm really sorry" he whisper to you at the same time he thrusted forward.

In your helpless state you could only wonder for what was he sorry. Only for forcing himself on you? Or condemning you to his eternal love?

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madarasgirl · 8 months

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A Night for Hunting Ch.10 -What Makes a Meal?

T/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, sexually suggestive content, but also some fluff. Romance, Riocard, shapeshifting. Smitten human with a crush. Seductive vampire troll, ‘dating.’ Comedy but not really? (things are amusing for Alucard at least). Words: 5026 On AO3 @alastorhazbin

Thank you all for the birthday wishes!

This chapter ended up longer than anticipated. Guess I was having fun too! I think it’s needed before the plot gets a bit more serious later.

I received a new shipment of orchids to add to my modest collection and I’ve been obsessed, if you can’t tell with my plant references.

Please read the note at the end of this chapter.

Alucard insisted on taking your number before you left for vacation with your closest friends. It was only a short trip away from home, but it was what you could manage. You ended up travelling to Scotland and visiting all the attractions of interest to your group, including Edinburgh Castle and the Isle of Skye. The landscape at the Isles was truly the stuff of legends. The soft light of late winter painted the sky deep pinks and purples during sunrise, the dusting of frost atop mountains were glittering diamonds in the morning sun before it melted into a shimmery dew, a series of picturesque waterfalls cascaded into the crystal clear Fairy Pools. It was a land of magic and enchantment more suited for a world of fantasy than reality. You almost wished Alucard was there so you could show him the beauty of the land and those spectacular sunrises. You captured countless photos to preserve the memory.

During a hike, your group’s passage disrupted a colony of hibernating bats, sending them fluttering in a noisy, chittering swarm. You scuttered away with your friends, yet you grinned even while squawking as everyone else did. These bats, however, did not possess scarlet eyes. Neither did they want anything to do with roosting in your hands as another bat did.

He was at the back of your mind the entire time. Ever since you accepted your attraction to your immortal suitor, you thought of him frequently in increasingly fond terms. He was absolutely charming. It was frightening how quickly he came to occupy your conscious faculties. You hoped he’d appreciate the small gift you were bringing back to him.

The vampire phoned at night on several occasions. Unfortunately, he did not allow you to elude him with only texting, stating that it was no proper way of communication. Once again, you were pleasantly surprised by the conversation with him. He was the most attentive audience as you excitedly recounted the adventures of the day, then he agreed with your hotel roommate as she teased you about ‘your boyfriend’ in the background of your calls. Curse his vampire hearing. You trembled at the deep voice on the other end. Between them, they had you tumbling into a flustered puddle of stutters and you terminated the call, telling him to let you be and that he was being an idiot.

You fell back on the mattress and pulled the sheets over your head so your friend wouldn’t see the stupid grin on your face. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered again as you recalled the smile you heard in Alucard’s voice during the call. --------------------

At last you were home in England. Considering the circumstances on how you met, the eagerness with which you wanted to see Alucard might be astonishing. His dastardly ways were mostly unchanged, yet his hunting of you for sport was long ago. Your current relationship was decidedly warm.

There was no way you could treat him to a fancy restaurant, so you invited him over for dinner. It seemed like an excellent choice of activity until Alucard expressed his excitement about the prospects of you feeding him, only for you to repeatedly remind him he was not drinking from you again.

Sweet, I have arrived.

You fumbled with the lid to the pot before catching yourself and safely setting it down. You rushed to the entrance with a huge smile and pulled it open, only to stop dead in your tracks.

Huh?

Your smile dropped at the bizarre sight. It was undoubtedly Alucard on the other side of the door. You would never mistake those fiery eyes, the immense stature, and arrogant demeanour for anyone else. Yet he was different. His thick tresses revealed his hairline and fell straight past his rear. He wore a tailored black suit that fit him to perfection and a conceited smirk that matched the enthralling sunset gaze. There was something about his appearance that made him feel more unsettling and dangerous than usual.

You knew the vampire was a shapeshifter, yet you edged backwards when faced with the unfamiliar. His eyes glittered with mirth at your hesitation and his fingertips landed on your cheek with a delicate touch.

“Surely you have not forgotten me in a mere week, Dear?” He jested, rattling you out of your stupor.

As if that was possible. You shut your mouth. Yup, this was certainly Alucard. “I –I could never.” You meekly stepped aside to let in your guest and stared at him as he strode in like he owned your home.

“This is a gift for you,” he pronounced, setting a basket of yellowish, fragrant orchids in your hands. “It is known as ‘The Lady of the Night.’ It suits you.” It was a living arrangement of the whole plant, not just the cut flowers, and you shook your head at the vampire’s double meanings with a sigh.

“Thank you. They are lovely.” You accepted the gift graciously and took a quick whiff of the citrusy fragrance that was to die for. The door shut and locked behind the vampire.

Alucard was in excellent spirits. He scented your excitement from behind the door and in truth, he was equally eager to see you. It smelled divine, the aromas of home-cooking and your nervousness mingled to tantalize his senses. He took in the sight of you standing awkwardly beside him, wondering if you were supposed to offer to take his coat, and grinned fiendishly. How adorable without even knowing it.

“Sweet, you should know the physical form I assume is meaningless. I may appear as whatever I desire.”

His handsome countenance suddenly melted into whispering shadows. You gasped as his snakelike tongue lolled before he warped into a bipedal horned monster leaking darkness. His body stretched and broke open to reveal smooth bone, before sinewy muscle fibres formed over skeletal limbs and were encased in fresh skin. Those overly long, disproportionate fingers dripped of the night and you held your breath. You weren’t sure if you were afraid, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the grotesquely fascinating transformation.

The monster dropped onto all fours, the horns elongating into antlers and with a series of crunches, the beast moulded itself into a giant elk that took up all of your living space. The metamorphosis was disturbing, but Alucard remained the most majestic creature, even as the elk sprouted eyes along its snout and down its hide. It stared into you for the longest moment and you didn’t look away, then it shrank into a dog, though the extra eyes remained.

And suddenly he became your Alucard again.

The jagged shadows lashed about before flowing back and forming his familiar face, the darkness rippling around him with a crimson glow. It seemed the magic show was over and you were both silent. You finally released your bated breath. Instead of feeling terrified by the gnarly sight of Alucard remaking himself as if he was liquid, you giggled, then laughed out loud in wonder. You approached him to caress his hands, inspecting the digits that were reformed without any sign they were any longer mere moments ago. You stroked his cheeks, then went to the top of his head. No remnants of horns either.

Alucard’s brow lifted at your reaction. You were…excited by the prospect of having your own petting zoo? Yet he was not affronted by your debasement of his abilities as a Nosferatu. He made you laugh again and he basked in the sound. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ears, his smile matched your own toothy grin that showed your canines peeking through, so tiny compared to his fangs.

You kept giggling, tucking a strand of imaginary hair away, unconsciously mirroring his actions and your eyes glittered as you lunged to embrace him. Such an unexpected and gratifying response you welcomed him with. His expression softened.

“Welcome back, little one,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Your lips parted and then closed. And opened again. You buried your face in his chest. “I missed you too, you jerk,” you mumbled, burrowing deeper when you felt the vibrations of his laughter. “I have something for you too, from Scotland.” Holding out something furry with both hands, you presented to your vampire a little stuffed toy bat.

His brows raised before the orange pools spun and the light caught their golden flecks. He took the bat and studied it with a toothy grin, flicking a fond glance at you before tucking it away in his duster. “Delightful.”

You beamed bashfully and pulled apart. “Come on in, vampire, dinner is ready.”

You led your guest inside and seated him at the table. The seats were set and everything was just about cooked. All that was left to do was to plate the dishes and pour the drinks. You excused yourself briefly to use the bathroom.

Alucard settled into his seat while you used the facilities, listening to the sounds of your bodily functions, enjoying everything that made you human. Everything that was a normal life. His eyes opened as you returned and finished your preparations, materializing beside you to assist with preparing the beverages and floating the entrees over, making you shake your head in glee at his ‘magic tricks.’

He tugged at a chair to slide it across the floor with a hushed whisper, then tucked you back into the table once you were seated. “Dig in!” You proudly announced, quickly layering your bowl with an assortment of goods.

As you tore into the deer, you peeked up at him in confusion. He made no moves to serve himself. You almost snorted. He may be your guest, but was he so insufferable he was expecting you to serve him like he was a king?

“You aren’t eating? Go ahead.” You pushed a dish at him and dabbed at the escaped sauce from your lips, not missing the way those predatory eyes followed the movement.

“I will eat,” the vampire replied cryptically.

“You should while it’s hot. It’s venison stew, perfect for this weather! It’ll warm even you up,” you snickered, plopping a sizable serving into his bowl.

He didn’t reply.

This was getting awkward. You tried to chew quietly as your head spun. Was this some archaic vampire ritual where he was supposed to allow you to finish eating before he began? Did you mess up the dish somehow? Perhaps he preferred his meats more undercooked, bloodier? You somehow doubted it was because he didn’t consume meat. There simply didn’t seem to be a hint of a vegetarian in Alucard.

“The meal is perfectly divine, little one.”

The reassurance didn't help. “Then why…” You trailed off. The vampire was enamoured by the process of you eating. You set down the spoon as you finished swallowing.

“Alucard, you’re getting creepy again. You were expected to eat too, you know, not just stare at me.”

He chuckled. "You still wish to feed me?"

“That was why you were invited.”

“As you wish, little one, but you are not feeding me.”

You fixed the flattest, blankest stare in his direction. The quietness was nearly deafening. You made him a feast that blanketed every inch of the table. What game was he playing at now?

Sunset eyes got brighter and that grin grew wide.

“Oh hell no. You’re a grown ass man! I’m not spoon-feeding you like you’re a toddler!”

“That is the only way I will eat human food.” He licked his lips.

“Then don’t eat! See if I care!” You huffed in disbelief, shoving in another bite to chew angrily. All that time spent preparing this plethora of dishes to perfection for this uncivilized beast. More for you, whatever. There will be plentiful food for the week.

The minutes stretched as you ate in silence by yourself. Childishly, you sliced the already tender morsels with more force than necessary to make a point. Several times, your gaze flickered up to check what your infuriating guest was doing, whether he was bluffing or if he truly expected you to demean yourself. An uncanny stare scrutinized every aspect of the way you consumed your food and suddenly you couldn’t remember why you missed him.

Grinding your teeth, you at last threw your hands up in frustration. “You really are insufferable!” You scooped up a slice of deer and shoved it at Alucard’s annoying mug.

The vampire's grin split even wider with his victory and the meat slid into his mouth. He started purring. “Heavenly. Were I still living, I would have appointed you a chef in my castle.”

You rolled your eyes at his grandiose words of praise. Even if he was a Duke or a Count or anyone of enough importance to warrant living in a castle, his manners were clearly plebeian. His appreciation for your efforts would be more apparent if you didn’t need to basically beg him to eat it.

“Come here, sweet one.”

“I am here,” you deadpanned.

“Your obstinate struggles against my will, as entertaining as they are, will always be fruitless, little human. Come here.” He scooted back in his chair and placed a hand on his lap.

The audacity! This was your home.

You had half a mind to demand he leave, but what were you going to do? Try shoving him out the door? He’d just phase through and mock you, if he even let you move him. If sitting in an ancient vampire’s lap to feed him dinner was the only way to expedite the process, so be it. Begrudgingly, you grumbled and plodded over to drop onto one of his thighs, only for him to scoop up your legs and drape you sideways over his lap.

You pouted and glared at him to show your displeasure.

“You really are charming when irate,” he purred, sticking his nose to your throat to nuzzle it. He inhaled. “For the aromas.” He chuckled when you tensed. “I am ready to eat, Sweet.”

You leaned away while pushing at his jaw to create distance, feeling the twitch in the corner of an eye as you picked up the fork and lanced the first piece of deer from Alucard’s bowl before lifting it to his lips. They wouldn’t part.

Not like that. His voice appeared in your mind, immediately followed by an image of yourself holding the cut to his lips between your fingertips.

“You really are going too far.”

“Humour me and you will find your freedom sooner.”

Picking up a slice of stew meat, you shoved it at the beast as you blazed with fury. He accepted the offering instantly, cool lips closing around your fingers to suckle. You squeaked in horror and yanked your hand back while he swallowed what you gave him whole.

“What the hell?!”

He smacked his lips and leered at you through lidded eyes. “Next.”

Gulping down your apprehension, you raised the next piece to his mouth and looked aghast as that scandalous tongue made a reappearance. Alucard made a show of licking your hand, beginning at the palm with a tickle and wrapping around your sauce-coated fingers. He lapped slowly at your fingertips as his eyes flashed, before gingerly taking the deer between sharp teeth and sucking it back with a wet slurp.

The hair on your arms stood on end, making your skin tingle. Your eyes met and his hand tightened around your waist. The other stroked up your thigh and squeezed your hip. Something else like appendages rubbed your shoulders and feet and held you tighter to him. He crooned and licked your jaw before capturing your lips to nibble on. The lounging beast sighed happily as your eyes bulged and you squirmed with discomfort on his lap.

“For the added seasoning,” he murmured against your ear.

That was just rude!

The vampire cackled and flicked at your bottom lip again, making you flinch. “There exists no seasoning superior to your own taste.”

Piece by piece, you fed the old vampire by hand while he held you hostage in his lap. Despite feeling thoroughly harassed, eventually you couldn’t help but feel slightly flattered about your culinary abilities that elicited a response like this. If he liked your food so much, you supposed you could just cook for him again but skip this degenerate’s feeding kink, although being perched on his lap was not too bad. Neither was his touch wholly unwelcome.

You pet his cheek while he chewed, his expression the face of pleasure. Nuzzling into your palm with a moan, his eyes opened to slits when you brushed up one side to investigate the pointy earlobe. He kept purring as loud as an engine.

Your eyes focused on the dancing shadows that surrounded him. They floated and twirled and seemingly pulsed at times. So mesmerizing.

Your unoccupied hand dipped cautiously into the shadow tendrils flowing around Alucard. He shuddered and growled, so low it was nearly imperceptible. A single wisp wrapped around your hand and you held onto it. Making contact with it was the strangest experience. Alucard's shadows were just that –not really tangible, yet you were able to physically touch his darkness. It buzzed in your hand with arcane energy that rippled through your being and tickled your spirit. Finally, you let him go, unable to bear the sensation any longer, and dropped your head on his broad shoulder to rest.

The heat was probably too high in your apartment after so much cooking. Your shirt clung to musky armpits and you fidgeted on Alucard’s lap as the undead cat finished another bite. He inhaled deeply, heavy purrs rumbling through his chest and vibrating through you. What a pervert. Always too suggestive. Always too attractive.

You absentmindedly gave him another piece, nipping on your lips and staring everywhere except at him when he started licking again. Something hard slid against your finger, catching your attention. The goddamn vampire was dragging the side of a fang against your ring finger. You held your breath, but again, it wasn't fear you felt, only curiosity at where he was going with this when he plainly stated he had no intention of biting you.

You caught the wicked smirk and glint in his eyes, now a deeper shade than at the onset of the meal. Again with the teasing. The air was heavy, the aura of mystery and danger swirled. His hair was longer and the locks fluttered despite the lack of a breeze. The lights dimmed before coming back on, throwing contrasting shadows across the pale profile you enjoyed looking at so much.

This smug vampire knew he was magnificent.

Your body responded aptly. After being subjected to hearing and feeling him purr all night, as well as the sensation of having his hands on you all night, you fell victim to his allure… the devilish monstrosity was simply irresistible. It felt like you were sitting in a furnace when you lowered your gaze from his triumphant one.

There it was, the scent of arousal. Alucard inhaled loudly, nostrils flaring as he absorbed his victory, ensuring you knew he was fully aware of your state of restlessness. Human food may be disgusting, but the taste of your skin was sweet ambrosia. For it to be finally paired with this ravishing perfume? Alucard believed he would never have enough of this gourmet delicacy.

The vampire was rock hard. A stiff shaft prodded your rump, large enough to make an impression even through fine wool and the awkward positioning. Your wide eyes lifted slowly to meet his, your shock at odds with his amusement.

The hands returned, the touch now lewd compared to the gentle exploration earlier. A shadow hand massaged your breast, alternatively kneading the mound between its palm and fingers. He traced circles around the tip to create a pebble before he pinched it. Your guest took your lips, prodding insistently until you yielded to his demands. Cold muscle delved into your mouth and he growled as he slid around to conquer and explore. Something firm held the back of your head when you attempted to escape. Another hand. His hands were everywhere, stroking and grabbing until you writhed in his grasp.

Your musk got heavier as your underwear became saturated with fluid. Even you smelled it. Alucard keened and encouraged you to touch him. A strange energy embraced you, leaving you gasping and he smirked with satisfaction.

Curiously, you rested a palm on his chest. He had no heartbeat. Your heart was pounding, but there was nothing beating in his, nothing to show that you weren’t the only one hot and bothered. A moment of trepidation flashed by and passed. Resting your forehead to his chin, you trailed down his torso to rest lightly on the front of his pants. It was held up with steel that strained the smooth material into an indecent tent. You cupped it width-wise, its girth taking up most of the curvature your hand created, and tentatively ran your palm down the length. Down and down and down your hand travelled, until the end ran under your leg and disappeared.

Sweet Jesus, how big was this monster?

He hissed in pleasure as he made another show of licking your fingers, sucking them into his maw one by one. The devil held you spellbound through glowing vermilion orbs. No…you searched within your consciousness…the ancient vampire wasn’t hypnotizing you. This was all you. The revelation was more frightening than anything.

You shivered.

“What say you? Shall we search for nirvana this fine evening for dessert?”

“E-excuse me?”

“As I proposed, I will mount y–”

“I know how the mechanics work!” You screamed, your face on fire as you suddenly found yourself free of your prison and you scrambled off of him in an uncoordinated tangle of limbs, tripping over yourself and landing on your rear by his feet.

Alucard threw his head back and roared raucously as he leaned back to watch you. Eyes opened on the ground and curled in laughter to join in. The extra extremities disappeared. As did your desire –in just these few seconds, your libido jumped off a cliff and died, to be replaced by total mortification.

Not knowing how to recover, you picked yourself up from the floor as the vampire shook his head and chuckled. Stomping down the hall, you turned and hollered, “Time for you to leave! I’m going to bed!” Nevermind the fact that you just ate.

The door slammed behind you and you crumbled to the floor in a panting heap, the mind racing to process what happened. A vampire, you were about to lay with a marauding predator of the night. Sinfully beautiful, but a ruthless murderer nonetheless. You hugged your legs and tried to calm yourself.

It was futile. You too craved his presence.

“...”

You sat alone longer at the edge of a precipice, the distance providing some much-needed clarity, until you finally stood shakily with your fingertips lingering on the door knob, about to flip the switch when you stopped yourself. If you were to be honest with yourself, you didn’t detest this vampire anymore. You would not mind if he stayed the night.

…The bedroom door was left unlocked.

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You stirred, sticking out a leg and kicking over to the other side of the bed, the cotton sheets brushing softly against your naked skin. With an arching back, you stretched the entire length of your body, from the tips of your fingers to the bottoms of your feet, and yawned. The muscles in your legs cramped from being perched in one position last night. Your toes poked out from under the blanket.

“I bid you good morning, little human.”

You sat up abruptly and found the unblinking crimson set of eyes in the corner of the room. For a moment, fear shot up your spine, the terrifying recollection of being at the mercy of a red-eyed monster who wanted to rip into you on another occasion made your blood run cold.

But there was no need for alarm this time. Your heart raced even as the fright dissipated.

There he was, sitting on the grey loveseat with his legs crossed and a frown marring his features, his fingers loosely intertwined. Shooting a panicked glance over to the window, you saw there was indeed light filtering around the edges of the curtains, illuminating the bedroom with the gentle rays of morning. But the sun! Why wasn’t he going off in flames? Did he just watch you sleep the entire night?

“Why are you here?” You asked dumbly.

The frown turned upside down and the vampire cackled, two rows of jagged teeth gleaming like a bear trap. “You invited me in, little one.”

“But you stayed the night?”

“Watching you breathe,” he purred, “listening to your heart beat.”

Creepy, psychopathic behaviour, but then again, this was Alucard you were referring to. You held the sheets closer to your chest before remembering to check on your state of undress beneath. You were the same as how you went to bed, crotch still clammy from the devil’s seduction last night.

“I meant the sun. How are you alive? Shouldn’t you be a pile of ashes?”

He smiled. “Your legends generally do not apply to a true vampire like myself.”

Indeed, Alucard actually looked fresh and well-composed, as if he didn’t spend the night sexually harassing a young woman and then ogled her as she slept. The fog in your mind slowly retreated. A true vampire… There was so much you didn’t know about the supernatural.

You rubbed your eyes and blinked at him. "So the sun doesn't hurt you?"

"No more than it harms you, though I may despise the day."

"Then how about garlic?"

He snorted.

"Crosses? Holy water?"

"Mere irritations."

"Silver?"

"Ah– that may cause injury." The vampire closed his eyes and snickered. "So curious about my existence, little one. You want me dead?" Hellfire bore through your soul.

Dead?

You froze, unsure of how to respond. Did you want him dead? Vampires were a menace to society, a scourge. Wouldn't the world be better off without demons like him wandering it? “You are already dead. But…I can’t say I want you gone for good anymore…”

Silence. The fire burned warmly in those molten pools. "You are such an intriguing creature," he murmured.

You shuffled in bed and propped up a pillow behind your back, being careful to keep the sheets draped over your chest, thoroughly conscious of your nakedness. A million questions bloomed in mind as you sat quietly across from this ancient creature a few paces away, who witnessed the eras come and go. Was it okay to ask now?

“So…how did you become a vampire?”

He sat back and tilted his chin up in thought before staring down his nose at you. “At the end of my human life, I chose vengeance and hate."

You perked up. To be or not to be. "So your sire gave you the option to become a vampire?" You recalled his reaction the last time you inquired about his sire. Hopefully vampirism wasn't a fate that was forced upon him.

Alucard didn't respond immediately. "I have no sire, little human."

You were mildly confused. That was how vampires were born though, wasn't it? Vampires created vampires, as they also gave rise to ghouls. Alucard himself told you so. It seemed the more you learned from him, the less you knew. There was always another secret.

You blurted it out, much more directly than the last time you broached this topic months ago. "...Do you ever regret it?"

He looked sad, wistful, and your heart churned for a demon. What was this feeling? His gaze dimmed, turning downcast as the frown returned.

"Cherish your humanity, child."

Not knowing what to say, you reached for him and he came to you immediately, kneeling by the side of the bed and resting his face in your hand. You ran your fingers through the silky hair you adored and the vampire sighed against your touch.

You pondered Alucard's words as you pet him. So many questions. "Then what about that vampire you shot? Is he like you? Are there other vampires like you who don't bite?"

Alucard tensed before smiling slightly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m not something so vulgar and cheap. And I do bite.” A hand shot up to grasp your wrist by his face.

You were undeterred. You put your other hand to his chest and once more noted the lack of comforting beats. His touch wasn’t gross like with the other vampire. In fact, physical contact with Alucard no longer made you feel the need to shower. His aura no longer urged you to run and hide, or face mortal peril. Actually, this was quite pleasant.

His face came within inches of yours and you felt his icy breath as he spoke.

“If you can kill me, I would gladly die by your hands.” He purred at you, pressing your hand hard into his chest, leaning heavily into your touch and lowering his head to rub noses.

To be or not to be. You snorted, “As if that’s even in the realm of possibilities.”

“Only a human can kill a monster.”

“You are not making any sense.” You’ve seen what he can do. He had superpowers while you were a normal mortal. Kill him? What a joke.

Alucard chuckled, “No, I suppose not.” A gloved finger bumped softly against the tip of your nose and he closed the gap between you. Luminescent irises whirled, his gaze affectionate. You stared back into the balmy gaze as you let your lips and foreheads touch in a tender meeting.

Minutes had passed when you pulled apart.

“Okay, you got your show. Time for you to leave.” You sighed, brushing a thumb against his cheek one last time before dragging your sheets with you to keep yourself modest as you rose from bed to pull open the curtains.

He was gone from your room when you turned back.

~To be Continued~

Chapter 11: Interlude I Chapter 12: The Feeling of Safety

Notes: For those of you not familiar with Shakespeare’s work, Hamlet, “To be or not to be, that is the question” is probably the most well-known line from his play. This infamous soliloquy is referring to the decision “to live or not to live,” something Hamlet pondered as he discussed how painful living is and how death may be preferable, if it weren’t for the uncertainty of what came afterwards. Hamlet was suicidal. It is deeper when Alucard said it because he wasn’t merely referring to his ‘cowardly’ decision to turn (“to be a vampire”), but also how by choosing ‘to be,’ he ended up damning himself to an eternity of unlife instead. Alucard wants to die.

While I think Alucard wasn't constantly shagging everyone prior to meeting us, I headcanon that he is normally open to sexual relationships with humans should they be interested (and if they interest him). And if Alucard is sexually interested in someone, he will certainly at least try to seduce them. Alucard is extremely suggestive, very sensual, and the type to take a mile if you give him an inch. If you let him in your pants once, he'll be seeking opportunities to charm them off again. He knows he's attractive, good in bed, and that we’re hot for him.

So now I feel like I kind of lied when I said "no smut" in this story's initial tags (hey it was supposed to be a oneshot), but I think I actually can't avoid some racy content if we're to get to the point where we want to give Alucard all of ourselves. This fic had mature themes from the beginning, so I believe most readers won’t have too much issue with more sexual content, but explicit smut scenes will be mostly in the interludes from this point on. It is now officially “eventual smut/NSFW." Things will be spicier here and there. The Interludes can be skipped and readers will (probably) not miss too much. Just FYI, they eventually do pretty much everything except fuck “all the way,” ie. P-in-V sex. BTW, next chapter is an interlude. It features period blood and is really not for everyone (but hey, our dear monster is a vampire), in which case I hope you’ll enjoy Ch.12 more!

Above: Brassavola nodosa, The Lady of the Night. Not my orchid, but one I eventually want to add to my collection. I wasn't aware of this, but apparently in some cultures, it represents the connection between the living and the dead. Only at night it is fragrant, releasing a smell that is described as citrusy or like gardenias.

#alucard hellsing #alucard x reader #alucard x you #alucard fanfiction #hellsing fanfic #hellsing ultimate #male yandere #vampire romance #hellsing fanfiction

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krewekreep · 6 months

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After the Night Ends Chapter 2

1.4K Alucard X OC!Reader. Reader is non binary with a femme body. AU but contains lore from Castlevania & Castlevania: Nocturne. Takes place during the last episode and goes from there

Angst, Estranged Lovers AU, Soulmate AU, Alucard is a reclusive, flirtatious snarky brat. Not 18+ yet but following chapters may and will be properly tagged as such. Filler Chapter kinda Song: Beyoncé - Disappear

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You couldn’t go anywhere because Alucard had neared you. You admittedly jumped at his approach, throwing your gaze quickly towards the ground. When you first met him you had had so much spunk and tenacity. You still did. But his love humbled you. You could do nothing more after time but climb into his lap, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. By this time he understood your moonlight tendencies letting you mewl low touching all over him until you’d nuzzle yourself against him to nap. He was your favorite resting spot. Whether his chest, back, thighs, arms, lap your head had fallen asleep basically anywhere it could’ve with him. Physical intimacy was your love language.

The touch of his palm to your head relaxed you. You opened your eyes to his piercing yellow ones. “Adrian…” you spoke again. As if a prayer, an amen. His name was peace and prosperity. Home and hospitality. He was all you wanted, all you had had, and what could you say to him now. Mute, trembling, awe struck. “Rise up my love.” My love. You shuddered in his grasp to which he chuckled half heartedly. He didn’t quite mean love the same as he had when his face lit up or blushed. How he would whisper “my love” over and over in the crook of your neck as his moans caught in his throat. When he’d call out to you because you slipped or hurt yourself. A sharp “My love!” followed by his hurried rush to your side. Your hand in his, dwarfed in comparison. His nails elongated, curved and sharp. “Please don’t let me do all the talking.” He threw defeated. “My love…” fell from your lips dazed. You closed in without a second thought wrapping your arms around his preserving, wide torso, head on his suited chest. “My life how I missed you…” a sob broke through. “I missed you so much!” You clasped onto him so tightly your breasts began to hurt. His arms were delicately at your side. You nuzzled into him wishing you could disappear back to the castle and explain everything. You looked up at Adrian who while definitely loved you seemed…uncomfortable. You stepped away as quickly as you had leapt towards him adjusting your clothing and emotions appropriately. You guessed it wouldn’tbe such a happy reunion. No, you were happy. It simply wouldn’t be easy and for god knows how long you’ll be catching up to the She-Beast Erzabeth. And too there were much bigger concerns of Erzabeth. Everyone still confused bristled at his denial of you. Defensive and protective they knew you entirely different from he. And who was he to reject you so easily.

“Well,” Richter threw haphazardly. “You two can explain all of this at a later time. We must move forward and defeat Erzabeth.” He thought his attempt to lead the group would very least get Maria and Annette to agree. But Annette especially kept a cautious eye on both of you. You knew she of everyone would likely feel the most betrayed…and by the reception you’ve garnered maybe lying…maybe all this wasn’t worth it. I should’ve stayed away. How absolutely dumb of me. You scoffed throwing your head back incredulous. Maybe it naive to assume it would be a romantic sweeping reunion…but now it felt as if all was nothing. Unbeknownst to you Alucard took you in with a rake in his heart. How you let your hair grow a bit past your shoulders, more kept than you ever had back then. How you smelled tired, lonely but yearning. How the top of you smelled of magnolias and cedar wood. He was obsessed with catching any signs of aging. While not aged visually beyond a 25-30 year old, the weather of time was hidden in the small creases of your eyes and smile line. The bunch of your brow finally indented permanently—as he always told you it would if you didn’t check your propensity to scowl. He felt compelled to just…watch you. As he had in the shadows and windows when you grew familiar enough to meander about. He had no real reaction. Seeing you meant everything and nothing. He couldn’t even be solemn. Nor forlorn. He was indifferent. Grateful you were alive and for what it seemed well…but that confirmation only too angered him. Subdued him. Removed him as he grew long out of spite and resentment. Before, when he could only miss you pathetically. Then after when he could only hate you pathetically. Once he could feel no more, he submitted to his eternal slumber lamenting much of what felt had mattered before didn’t…and so laying down to rest felt easy, if not final.

“We would be remiss to fork on towards her as,” looking towards Alucard for agreement. “We are incredibly unprepared to face the breadth of her. It would be suicide.” Your band of youngins look over you. You mentally adopted all four (including Eduard) and while traveling you grew closest to Annette. Richter and Maria were dear to you too, incredibly. But her story of enslavement and eventual freedom struck a deep chord with you. While your complexion was lighter than Annette’s, you favored closer to Drolta had her ancestry been more overtly mixed. You were of a wandering, diverse group. You and your blood kin were definitely darker than large portions of your ever migrating community. The equal stares from people similar to you, yet from else where unknown gave you a strange sense of familiarity and understanding, until it was nothing for you or others to tip your head or smile in acknowledgment in passing. Oftentimes you wished them blessed journeys and safe arrivals. Only because for you, especially after you were alone, it mattered to see others like you. A reminder that yes while lonely you were connected to something. And maybe they too were wishing you the best as you moved forward…

“Belmont,” Alucard throws as a response to you. Richter perks up alert as if a student caught. “Yes…uh, sir???” Everyone else looks to him sighing but Alucard stiffens next to you. Previously, in another time you suppose, he’d fall out in laughter. Or, as the tease he is, lead Richter further into acknowledging him as an authority figure. What would be to his immense amusement had he told Trevor—right. Although you saw Trevor in Richter, it was enough removed. You thought that even had Trevor been young his ruggedness would shine through (along with his five o clock shadow). You’d never say but a couple of Belmont’s had crossed your path. None you ever spoke to, but in the evolving noise of bars where people need bad deeds done a bellowing drunken voice could be heard. And every time you slipped through crowds towards the door you sent a glance that direction. Always a mass of brown hair, sun worn skin, and jokes for days. Alucard…could only see Trevor in Richter. Of course, more clean cut maybe even overtly less reckless or over confident. But Belmonts’ always carry their weight with pride. Their shoulders extended as a shield with a prepared but leisurely stride. How Alucard wishes to tell Trevor of his descendant’s blooming Belmont bravery. But he sets on, “Are you aware of anything you’d like to tell me?” Alucard is boring holes into Richter. Richter shuffles uncomfortable, defensive grabbing for his whip instinctively. Annette and Maria follow standing protectively at his side. For you, you see the amazing kids so young, daring, and loving of one another. Your heart swells with parental pride. “That…” Alucard’s eye sight drifts to the bridled whip secure to the nervous boy’s side. “Have you…discovered something.” You knew exactly what he was inquiring about and so did Richter. “Yeah I guess I uh..” he rubs the back of his head again nervous. “I met my grandfather…Juste.” An aura of cosmic blue crackles off his whip which only you and Alucard notice.

“I see,” Alucard without a word turns about face walking in the opposite direction of the eclipse and Erzabeth. “None of you are ready.” They all gasp. Completely confused by to them, a strange but beautiful man, who also was being weird to their newfound loved one. Richter prodded the destination of Adrian who without breaking a beat said: “My castle.”

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#x black fem reader #castlevania #black fem reader #alucard castlevania #alucard x reader #alucard #castlevania x reader #castlevania nocturne #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes #dhampir #dhamphir x reader #my sad little white fox

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unknownlemoneater · 6 months

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Hellsing oc lmao ((more abt her under cut))

Part 1 ⚬ ⚬ ⚬ Part 1½ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

((side note; Before I start, I dunno anything about skinbenders if it’s an actual thing, I just got the name from a comic book character and then just freestyling the rest, and my writing is horrible.))

//ability//

Calico can shapeshift into much more than just animals or human. she can shapeshift her whole, or part of her body into whatever she wants, objects, weapons, animal-like, anything she wants. for an average skinbender, it’s easy to spot them through their disguises, they always look deranged, or something’s just off and inhuman about them. but not Calico, She’s always flawless with her shapeshifting ability and that fact does give her a bit of an ego. Calico has to wear one’s skin in order to shift into what she wants, so does that also mean she consumes scraps in order to shapeshift into an object? Maybe…

\\Likes \ hobbies\\

⟡ Using her shifting ability, Calico loves to terrify the soldiers around Hellsing with her body horror, and Seras is definitely her favorite to scare, she would stand in dark corners and just stare. But unfortunately ((or fortunately ?)) the only people that wouldn’t fall for her antics is Alucard and Integra, makes sense because Integra had to deal with Alucard within the second half of her childhood so she should be used to it at this point. and I’m sure Alucard vampire senses would know Calico is there before she even get to do anything.

⟡ shifting into a cat and pretty much doing whatever the fuck she wants.

⟡ joining Hellsing was just like a retirement for Calico, doing random activities around the mansion while also becoming a vampire Hunter to satisfy her animalistic nature to kill. crocheting, bone collecting, gardening, just to name a few of her random activities, but her favorite out of all is baking, and sharing her baked goods to hellsing while they’re completely oblivious rather or not if she ever put anything in the food they’re eating, and she haven’t... yet.

⟡ Women. ((Not in that way))

((ok maybe a little in that way..))

//Dislikes//

⟡ Bald people.

((k here some concept))

\\The character\\

⟡ relaxed, serene, insensitive, sadomasochistic, two-faced, extremely kind when she feels like it, can be manipulative at times, and a challenge to provoke.

⟡ Calico speaks with a lot of hand gestures, and even touch the person she’s talking to, she does not acknowledge personal space, or possibly doesn’t even care. Her voice is usually soft, calm and almost robotic in someway, with a Chinese Mandarin accent, but her voice does change when she’s in her original form, it’s like a raspy, loud whisper. Calico has no filter, she would announce how ugly a baby is, in public, in front of the parents.. or casually ask a person why are they ugly, or bald. in other words she will say shit that probably shouldn’t be said out loud, or say what everybody in the room is thinking out loud in an awkward situation as another example and all with a small smile remaining on her face.

⟡ and there’s other times she’ll just stand there like a statue if anyone isn’t Interacting with her or just doesn’t have anything else to do.

//more random stuff abt this character//

⟡ Skinbenders aren’t exactly born with a pacific sex or gender, all their genitals pretty much the same and can be used the same way as both human male and female genitals, in other words, you could breed or be bred by them. ((WTF DID I JUST TYPE IN BRO 😭)) what I’m trying to get at is Calico is technically a trans woman if you think about it.

⟡ Calico forgets to blink sometimes, just putting that there.

⟡ ((I have this weird obsession with what a character bedroom would look like, so best believe I’m gonna explain what her bedroom looks like,)) most of her room is completely normal, a dresser she never felt the need to use, a vanity and shelves occupied with her small animal skull collection but what sticks out the most is instead of having a bed she has a nest in the size of an average king size bed made from majority of blankets and pillows she have stolen around the mansion all occupying in the corner of her room, she could be very protective of her nest, only allowing the people she trust the most to even be near, aka Seras, Calico has tried inviting her master Integra into her nest, but was always rejected.. so that’s why Calico has taken upon herself to settle for claiming her master's bed instead.

⟡ Most of her clothing is made of her flesh.

⟡ Calico is not completely emotionless she can make other facial expressions, a small smile is just her default / resting face.

⟡ If Calico actually labeled her identity, she would be an aromantic, pansexual, trans woman. but she doesn’t feel the need to label it, so you would never catch her calling herself these things.

⟡ Calico doesn’t really see people as, well.. people. So this is how she view the main four !!

Integra ((But Calico personally calls her ‘my master’))- Calico actually respects her authority and probably the only persons boundaries she would take into consideration. Also silly British hehehehe.

Alucard - Calico sees him as some vampiric Manwhore. But they’re civil with each other, they like to have conversations and even sometimes play chess together.

Seras ((but Calico insist on calling her by her last name, Victoria.)) - ah she absolutely adore her, Calico would have her attend with her hobbies if available. Calico treats Seras as like she’s a new puppy for her. So in case you haven’t noticed she’s obviously the favorite.

Walter - twink.

((that’s all for now!! this may have some edits since I’m never satisfied with any writing I do, and I will be making a part two lololololo.))

((Did I choose this silly cat video in particular because it’s a Calico? Yes, yes I did exactly that.))

#cw mild gore #hellsing #oc: calico #hellsing oc #hellsing ultimate #hellsing fanfiction #sir integra #hellsing fanart #hellsing headcanons #fanfiction #headcanons #hellsing fandom #digital art #lemons.art #lemons.oc dump

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alpaca-clouds · 8 months

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Castlevania Language Headcanons

I spoke about language in Castlevania before. Like most media the series mostly just shrugs off the entire language barrier. People are just magically able to communicate. No matter from how far apart they actually are.

But personally I find it interesting to think about what languages the characters realistically would have spoken or been able to speak.

Trevor would probably mostly just know Romanescu (old Common Romanian). A language I might note that is a bit different than modern day Romanian, as it had a lot more slavic bits in there, than the modern language does. He might also have known bits and pieces of old Hungarian and Common Turkish, given the political situation at the time. Though I kinda doubt he would've been fluent. I do assume that his family once upon a time would have taught him Latin and Ancient Greek, but I doubt he would remember a lot of that.

Alucard meanwhile would probably know at least the ancient languages. I see Dracula as very intrested in teach him. So, I got to assume that Alucard will know Romanescu, Latin, Ancient Greek, but probably French, Hungarian, Turkish and maybe some Arabic as well.

Sypha seems to canonically just know all the languages. Given the effort was made to cast her with an Hispanic actress and having her speak with a Spanish accent, I assume Spanish is her mother tongue, but she clearly also speaks Romanescu and seems to at least be able to read a write a plethora of ancient languages. Given the fact she has travelled a lot, I will also just assume that she knows a lot of current languages at the time. Probably enough to understand most languages spoken in Europe.

It do assume the trio will use Romanescu to communicate with each other.

Assuming that Dracula is in this timeline still Mathias from France, he will speak Old French, though the question remains whether he understands the Middle French spoken at the ime the series takes place. I do assume though. Given his entire think with knowledge and his almost obsessive collection of it, I just am going to assume he has learned a lot of languages throughout his life, probably being able to at least understand most languages spoken throughout Europe and Asia.

Lisa probably only knows Romanescu, when she arrives at the castle. Maybe some Latin, if she had tried to learn some medicine before. I am going to assume, though, that Vlad is gonna do some work polishing her Latin and Greek at least.

Still assuming, though, that they are going to hold most conversations in Romanescu.

Hector and Isaac are a bit more complicated, of course. Because we know little about them.

It stands to reason, that Hector's mother tongue is Greek (given he grew up on Rhodes) and Isaac's is Arabic. Given he has probably consumed quite a lot of ancient texts and texts about alchemy, I think Hector will at least be able to read and write in old Greek and Latin. I also am going to assume that under Dracula he learned some Romanescu? He might also know some Turkish, given that during his childhood Rhodes was under Turkish control.

Isaac is a bit more complicated, because canonically we do not really know where he got enslaved and what not. In my headcanon I went with him being dragged all the way up to Italy, so he speaks Italian. Given he was a slave in a monastery and tried to help, I assume he knows Latin as well (and quite frankly, learning Latin, when you know medieval Italian is not that hard). I have him end up in Greece, due to the ongoing conflict with the Ottoman Empire, after he escapes. Hence, he speaks Greek as well.

Meaning that in all my Isaactor stuff, the two communicate a lot in Greek.

Given they end up in Austria, though, they do learn German soon enough. Speaking of which...

The sisters are interesting in regards to their lannguages.

Now, Carmilla very probably is from Austria and always has been from there, so she would speak Old High German as her mother tongue. Given she was a vampire for a while, she probably learned a few languages, though. I gotta assume she knows Latin at least, especially given that at the time Latin was kinda the official language of politics in many regards. I am gonna assume she knows at least some Italian, Old French and Hungarian, too.

As I explained before: I assume that Lenore originates in Scotland. But given she was taken from her family as a child, she knows very little in terms of Scottish Gaelic and for the most part her mother tongue is old English. Given she was nobility, she has learned Latin, too. She also is the diplomat of the group, so I gotta assume she knows quite a few other languages as well, just to keep up her position. Very certainly Romanescu, too, given it is Vlad's main spoken language and he seems to be the big boss of vampires.

Morana, of course... Honestly, I am just gonna assume she knows all the languages. The woman is more than a millennium old. Depending on whom you ask even older than two millennia. She had the time to travel. She knows all the ancient languages for certain and if she knows Akkadian, Persian and Phoenician the other languages springing from that will be easy. I have her travelling Asia, too, so she kows at least Hindi, Chinese and Japanese as well.

Striga is a bit more interesting. She speaks with a Slavic Accent and her voice actress is from Croatia. Which made me put Striga there, too. She has to have travelled a bit. And of course she will probably speak Old High German with the sisters. I kinda want her to have learned old Akkadian to speak that language with Morana. Because that would be sweet.

I am going to assume that in everyday life the sisters speak Old High German with each other.

I am also going to assume that Lenore, to woe Hector, is gonna speak Greek with him.

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corvidcrybaby · 7 months

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This may be a bit of an odd question but I’m really curious about your thoughts and opinions since they’re so damn lyrical and articulate.

How do you think pre-Hellsing Alucard (Aka Dracula) differs from current and canon Alucard?

I’ve hear some ideas that while Alucard is nihilistic, Dracula was melancholic. Alucard has fully accepted that he will forever be a monster, while Dracula kept some sort of hope that he won’t always be.

I also heard some theories, that I personally believe, that in the Hellsing universe, certain aspects of Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’ were fabricated and or certain details never made it into the novel. This also plays into the knowledge that Hirano took inspiration from Coppola’s ‘Bram Stoker’s Dracula’ for Hellsing, so maybe certain aspects of Dracula were purposely erased by Abraham Van Helsing when he told his story to Stoker.

I’m just curious about what you think?

First off, G-d damn thank you for the compliment??? If you could've heard me squee at being called LYRICAL omg what a high compliment to be given, oh my goodness.

Aight, but for real though, digging into this - I agree with some of your assessment. I've always subscribed into the idea that the Stoker novel is a fictional, apocryphal account of what are real-world events in the Hellsing setting. I play around with this idea with The Dybbuk by S. Ansky during a few chapters of Lesions Of A Different Kind, because that concept is really appealing and engaging to me.

I think Dracula was absolutely a reactionary-protective persona that Vlad the Impaler adopted after the grand trauma of his defeat at the hands of the Ottoman Empire. After so long and twisted and carnal a life, for it to all end in failure after everything Vlad suffered? I think it broke him. Count Dracula, to me, is defensive to the point of cruelty, indignant to the max, entitled and arrogant, and obsessed with power for the sake of its ability to get him what he wants and to further protect himself, isolate himself from the world, and ensure that he reigns supreme above all others.

And then along comes a gang of regular-ass humans who wipe the floor with him after a relatively short engagement.

I think just as before, this broke him - except this time, it was the Dracula persona who broke. All that spitting bile and aggressive, bullheaded disposition with delusions of godliness and grandeur, and all it did was get him defeated again, and be left with even less than he had before. As Vlad, he had his humanity. As Dracula, he still had his kingdom and freedom. As Alucard, all he has now are his relationships and the entertainment interacting with the world around him brings.

Alucard had to learn the same lesson twice before he meaningfully changed. In a fucked-up sense, I think Alucard is actually probably the healthiest of these three personas. Not saying much, because he isn't really someone the average person could ever handle in their life - for good reason - but I do think Alucard as a persona is a healing stage in the long life(s) of who he was and will continue to be. We see him openly jeer at and deride his past self, so blinded by the self-righteous rage he felt at the world - much of which was understandable, rooting from his childhood assault, but it didn't excuse the excess brutality he doled out onto innocent people (even if the real-world Vlad the Impaler really wasn't that much more bloodthirsty than the average Medieval warlord, people were fucking NASTY-nasty to each other back then).

To parrot another content creator, Alucard is a 'resigned monster.' He's accepted what he is and what his nature may always be, and understands that his humanity is gone and isn't coming back. But that doesn't mean he doesn't still wish things could've been different. Acceptance and regret can and should coexist.

#hellsing #hellsing fandom #alucard #hellsing fanfiction #hellsing ultimate #ask box #thank you for the ask! this was a lovely prompt to respond to #swear i'm getting to the others dw

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amazingmsme · 8 months

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The Moderator and Monster are One in the Same

AN: I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope y'all enjoy! Thanks to the lovely anon who prompted this, I hope I did your idea justice! Not nearly enough castlevania love, & I hope to write more in the future! I'm obsessed with the thought of Trevor & Alucard being turned into a blushing, giggly mess. I just need these men to be wrecked carnally. But without further ado, please enjoy Sypha playfully hunting down her boyfriends to bully them!

Sypha had only been gone for a few minutes, maybe an hour tops. When she had left, things were fine! They were all getting along well enough, and she had even caught a glimpse of Trevor's rare smile when Alucard made a crude joke. So sue her if she thought they could be left alone together.

Because apparently they can't.

"Hey guys I'm back- whoa. What happened to you two?" she asked, gesturing back and forth between them. Her chipper tone immediately dropped into something more serious when she saw the way both men sat on opposite sides of the room, glaring daggers at each other.

"Why don't you ask him," Alucard spat, disdain dripping from his voice. Trevor prickled at his words, entire body tensing up.

"Me? You're the one who started it!" he snapped back, pointing at him accusingly.

"Well excuse me for getting defensive after you showed off your vampire trophies," he said, calm as ever, though Sypha could sense the rage boiling beneath his skin.

"I wasn't fucking showing off! I was digging through some old junk, I didn't know what all was in there," Trevor growled.

"Oh so a necklace of fangs is just some old junk to you? A mere trinket to gift children as a birthday gift-"

"Shut up! And for your information, we never saw this kind of stuff as kids! ...Not until we got older," Trevor added quietly, adverting his gaze.

"Right, that's when you'd come of age as real monster hunters. Bet you already had a mount picked out for the first vamp you'd murder."

Sypha was so shocked at the rate the fight had escalated, just from her simple question. She tried to interject, but each time she opened her mouth, she was cut off.

"Well that's a hell of an accusation!"

Alucard scoffed. "I don't hear you denying it."

Trevor blinked, caught off guard by his words. "You really think I'd do that?" Only Sypha caught the tinge of hurt laced in his words.

"Oh I don't know, the Belmonts seem more like a cult to me at this point. Brainwashing a child to do their bidding doesn't seem all that far fetched."

Trevor's hands balled into a fist. "Well fuck you too!" he yelled, taking a few steps closer to Alucard. "I never wanted any of this! You think I liked having that responsibility hanging over my head all my life?"

Alucard smirked. "Very much so, yes."

"Guys, cut it out!" Sypha managed to cut in, but was immediately talked over.

"You know nothing about me, or my family," Trevor said through gritted teeth.

"Oh I know quite a lot, actually. Based on how you fight, I'm honestly a little surprised they managed to kill any vampires. Even if they were twice as skilled as you, it's no wonder they were wiped out."

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Sypha yelled over the heated argument, effectively shutting them up. "Seriously you guys, what the hell has gotten into you? I mean, you were fine when I left! Can we not have just one fucking day where you don't try and kill each other?" she scolded.

"Like I said, he started it," Trevor mumbled.

"That doesn't even matter at his point! You two were finally getting along, then I leave and you get into some stupid argument! You guys are honestly insufferable sometimes," she huffed, fingers running through her short hair. "I mean, would it kill you to be just a little bit nicer?"

"Yes."

"Oh absolutely."

"Oh no, none of that! What you said to each other was really fucked up, so I can only imagine what was said when I was gone." They both looked rather guilty, which told her all she needed to know. She crossed her arms, an unamused look firmly in place. "You're both gonna apologize," she demanded, to which they immediately protested. Sypha shushed them just as quickly.

"I mean it," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. They each mumbled a halfhearted apology, which was good enough for her.

"There, now was that so hard?" she asked, tone lighter. "Come on, I need help carrying a few things," she said, walking back out to their wagon where she'd bought a few supplies and food from the nearby market.

It seemed that even the small task of carrying in groceries turned into a pissing contest between the two where they tried to outdo the other by carrying the most bags in one go. As much as it annoyed her, she had to admit it was pretty funny to watch.

She expected things to simmer back down to normal after her return, but things still felt incredibly tense. The awkward silence stretched on for far to long and was only broken when she spoke up. They were in the kitchen preparing a stew for dinner, and the usual witty and playful banter between the three of them was nowhere to be found. Trevor and Alucard only addressed her specifically, intentionally going out of their way to ignore the other.

As she slid the last of the chopped vegetables into the pot, she came to a realization.

"Are you guys seriously giving each other the silent treatment? I mean, how old are you?"

"My mother taught me if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all," Alucard quipped.

"Oh that's rich coming from you," Trevor snarked back.

"Can you just stop bickering? The fate of the world is at stake and you two are fighting like an old married couple."

"Objection, that would imply that I actually like that pompous dick," Trevor teased. He hummed, looking him up and down. "Though now that you said it, he does look a bit like a house wife," he teased.

Alucard rolled his eyes. "Yes yes, and you look like a filthy slob of a husband," he shot back, falling back into their usual bickering instead of the mean spirited fight form a few hours ago.

Once the stew was ready and they filled their stomachs with warm hearty food, things had calmed down. Though Sypha could still sense Trevor's excessive moodiness and Alucard's quiet brooding. She breathed out a long sigh, grabbing their attention.

"What is it?" Trevor asked, arching a brow.

"I can't take this anymore! You two are supposed to have made up by now but you're still acting like pouting children!" she exclaimed, catching them off guard.

"I'm not pouting."

"Indeed, neither am I."

"Yes you are. But you have got to put aside your differences and contempt for each other if our plan is gonna work. So, I suggest some, team bonding, I guess you could call it."

Alucard let out an annoyed huff as Trevor leaned back in his chair with a loud groan.

"Not this shit again Sypha. Your icebreaker questions are dull and pointless, that we can agree on," he spoke up and Alucard nodded and hummed in agreement.

"No, this is a different kind of bonding. You see, if you spend all day acting like disgruntled children, I see no reason not to treat you as such," she spoke matter of factly and began pacing the floor in front of them. Trevor perked up in his chair, giving her a quizzical look.

"Eh? The hell's that supposed to mean?"

"You two are going to play a game where you're on the same team."

They both scoffed, but she continued. "Whether you like it or not, you're gonna have to start looking out for one another. Clearly you guys need some practice, so I thought I'd give you some incentive."

"What kind of incentive?" Trevor asked.

"Well, we'll be facing all kinds of monsters, so it's only fitting for you to help each other outrun one," she explained.

It was Alucard's turn to sigh. "What kind of monster got inside this time?" he questioned. It wouldn't be the first time a small demon managed to slip in through a broken window or cracked door.

"Oh no, there's no real monster," she was quick to assure.

"Then what "monster" will we be facing?" Trevor asked using air quotes. He took a sip of water, a bored expression on his face.

"Me! I-I mean, the most fearsome beast in all the land," she said, pitching her voice down an octave to try and appear intimidating. Trevor and Alucard locked eyes, a look confusion and amusement shared between them. "A common enemy to both of you I presume," she continued with the theatrics.

"Just get on with it," Trevor insisted.

"I am, sheesh! Keep that up and you'll really be in for it," she teased with a smirk. "Anyways, the rules are simple. You just have to stay out of the clutches of the ruthless tickle monster!" she growled, holding her hands up, fingers curled into claws and wiggling menacingly. Trevor stiffened while Alucard stifled a laugh.

"And that would be you?" he asked skeptically, fangs peaking out behind his smirk.

"Duh. Isn't it obvious?"

"I'm sorry, but you can't expect us to take this seriously," Trevor said, shifting in his seat. She flashed a smile and leaned in across the table he was seated at.

"Oh I'm hoping you don't. It's much more fun when you're already giggling in anticipation," she purred, relishing in the blush that spread beneath his stubble. "All you have to do is avoid getting captured. Should be easy," she said nonchalantly. She prided herself in being able to goad them into doing exactly what she wants.

"But remember! This is about teamwork, so you have to help each other!"

"Yeah, no. We're grown men, we're not playing along with your... silly little games. Right Alucard?" he asked, looking to his right for backup. But he was nowhere to be seen. "Alucard?"

Alucard was already running down the hall.

"Fucking coward," he mumbled, pushing his chair away from the table and stumbling to his feet, racing after him. "Wait for me you prick! We're supposed to stick together!"

Sypha cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted after them, "I'll give you a 15 second head start!" She let out an evil chuckle as she watched them round the corner. "This is gonna be fun." She counted aloud for them to hear before she began stalking slowly down the halls.

Trevor raced down the hall to catch up with Alucard. "Way to leave me behind back there!"

Alucard looked at him out of the corner of his eye and smirked. "Not my fault you wanted to stick around and chat. You really need to learn when it's best to just run. You do know what self preservation is, don't you?" he asked teasingly.

Trevor snorted and rolled his eyes. "Of course I do you ass," he said, softly shoving his shoulder. "I just. Thought she might be bluffing."

Alucard gave him a knowing look. "Oh really? You didn't just want to wait her out until she pounced?"

Their pace had slowed down to a brisk walk, but Trevor came to a halt, nearly tripping over his own feet. "I should offer you up as bait for that," he growled, looking away to hide his blush.

"Hm, can't say I'd mind all that much," he admitted. Trevor nearly gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned to look at him. "Oh don't look at me like that. I know you don't really hate it as much as you claim."

Trevor looked at him, mouth agape. "Wha- no I- I do not!" he stumbled over his words, making Alucard chuckle.

"Why so embarrassed?" he taunted, fangs glinting behind his smirk.

"I'm not embarrassed. A-and we need to get a move on, Sypha could creep up on us at any moment," he said, looking over his shoulders nervously.

"If she does, we can easily outrun her. Not that we want to," he boldly claimed.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," a new voice spoke up from behind.

"Sypha!" Trevor yelped, whipping around to face her. She was stalking down the hall with a downright evil grin on her face.

"Right, that's our cue to run." Alucard grabbed Trevor's hand and pulled him along as he flew down the hall. Trevor could barely keep up with his inhuman speed.

"What the hell happened to that cocky "I don't care if we get caught and tickled to death" attitude?" Trevor taunted from behind. It was Alucard's turn to blush.

"Hey I didn't say it like that!" he hissed. "But what fun is it without a chase?"

"Oh so you admit it's fun? In that case, might as well offer you up as bait." Alucard had no time to brace himself before Trevor pounced. They grappled for a few seconds as Sypha crept around the corner, ducking back behind it before they saw her. She quietly watched their playful scuffle, chuckling to herself. They needed this, especially after their fight.

Trevor grabbed him from behind, slipping his arms underneath Alucard's own and holding him still. Alucard squirmed around with a giddy smile on his face.

"Trevor you dick, lehehet me go!"

"Wow, laughing already? You really do make the perfect bait," he teased. He let a hand drift down to tease Alucard's waist, tweaking his hip. He yelped, a wobbly smile tugging at his lips.

"S-stohohop, we're supposed toho work together!" he playfully whined.

"We are! Can't remember the last time we got along so well!" Trevor taunted. "Now just laugh nice and loud to draw her out. Then, while she's busy with you, I can sneak up on her and we can turn the tables. How's that for teamwork?" he laid out his perfect plan all while digging his fingers into Alucard's armpits making him scream with laughter.

Sypha decided that was the perfect time to make herself known. "Oh that's a great idea. Except maybe next time, don't lay out your entire plan for the enemy to hear. And also, don't hang your partner out to dry," she said with a smirk. Trevor gasped and dropped Alucard like a sack of potatoes. Luckily he caught himself, standing to his feet and sporting a bright pink blush. Trevor's own cheeks matching the hue.

"Sypha! D-didn't know you were standing there," he said, a nervous smile plastered on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"That was your mistake."

They stood there for a moment, just staring at each other. Then, Trevor and Alucard turned on their heels and took off down the hall.

Sypha decided that she had let them run long enough, she didn't want them to be too out of breath, after all, so she muttered a spell and sent a blast of energy in their direction, knocking them off their feet.

"Not fair, magic's totally cheating!" Trevor cried out as he rolled onto his back. He let out a startled yelp when he saw her standing over him.

"I'd argue that using poor Alucard as bait is cheating too," she taunted, squaring down to be at their level and even going as far as to cup Alucard's chin.

He slammed his chin against his neck instinctively, biting his lip to keep his giggles at bay. She noticed and smirked to herself, fluttering her fingers along his jawline. He snorted, the blush on his cheeks growing darker.

"Ihihit's his idehehea! Get hihihim!" he whined. Sypha smirked, dragging Trevor back by his ankle to be even with Alucard.

"Oh don't worry, he has what's coming to him," she taunted in an evil purr. "Don't you Treffy?" she asked, tracing the shell of his ear. He snickered and shook his head frantically.

"Sypha c-cut ihihit out!"

She cocked her head to the side quizzically. "Hm? Who's this Sypha you speak of? I'm the tickle monster! RAAAAH!" she screamed as she lunged forth, scribbling up Alucard's ribs with one hand while squeezing Trevor's sides with the other. They both let out loud, giggly shrieks, curling in on themselves and weakly batting at her hands.

Alucard was trying to roll onto his stomach, but that gave her free access to his back, which she took full advantage of. She scribbled up his spine, eliciting a loud squeal that gave way to helpless laughter. Meanwhile her right hand was busy drilling circles over Trevor's hip. A stream of deep, rumbly giggles flowed freely, only broken up by the occasional snort. He was more focused on shoving his face into the carpet than anything else, only caring about hiding his quickly reddening cheeks.

Sypha threw her head back with a loud, maniacal cackle, fingers flying from spot to spot and sending her friends further into hysterics.

"Aaaw I had no idea you guys were so ticklish! Now I know the perfect way to make sure you two behave," she taunted.

"Ihihi do behehehave!" Alucard insisted the same time Trevor growled, "You better nohohot!"

"Why am I hearing talking when I should be hearing helpless laughter?" she questioned. Alucard giggled nervously, curling in on himself at the threat. Trevor was blushing redder than a cherry and failed miserably at hiding the embarrassed chuckles that poured freely from his mouth.

She slipped her hand under Alucard's shirt and scribbled her long nails against his toned abs. He snorted and tried to push himself away, but she had him sufficiently pinned. Meanwhile she was counting her way up Trevor's ribs, earning a string of creative insults through howling laughter.

"Wow, who knew the vampire and the monster hunter were such ticklish dorks!" she taunted, sporting a wide grin. They responded in unison.

"Ihihi ahaham nohohot!"

"Ohoho fuck ohohohoff!"

"Oh don't be like that! After all, you're so cute when you let yourself laugh," she cooed, reaching down to squeeze Trevor's knees, leaving him kicking and fighting back hysterical laughter. Needless to say, it was a losing battle.

She looked over at Alucard and smirked. "You too Alucard," she purred, skittering up his side, pinching his lower ribs. He shrieked and bubbly giggles followed after.

"Dohohon't patronize mehehe!" he whined, arms flailing around uselessly to try and shove away her prying hands. She tossed her head back with a laugh and walked her fingers up his ribs, drawing out shrill giggles and snorts. She was having fun taking them apart, and she didn't bother hiding it.

"Me? Patronize you? Never," she teased, reaching over to scratch up and down his other side, giving the same treatment to the right side of his ribs. "If anything, I'm complimenting you!" she chirped, crawling her hands up higher until she dove for his underarm. He shrieked and fell victim to shrill hysterics.

"Wehehell quit ihihit!" Alucard giggled, managing to squirm away a few inches.

"Oh no you don't!" she cried as she drug him back by his ankles, which gave Trevor the opportunity to roll away. She easily pulled him back into her clutches, wrapping her arms around both of their waists. Her fingers set to work, digging into pudgy sides and squeezing sensitive hips. Trever doubled in on himself while Alucard twisted side to side, each bursting into loud, carefree cackles.

"Oh you poor, poor things. Far too ticklish for your own good, you didn't possibly think you could actually escape, did you?" she asked tauntingly, scratching just below Alucard's ribcage with her left hand while the right was busy vibrating against Trevor's soft abs. Both men were blushing a rather dark shade of red as their laughter rose in pitch and harmonized. They even started begging in unison.

"Y-you cahahan't dohoho this to mehehe!"

"Syphahaha please! Have mehehercy!"

She smirked as they continued to writhe and shriek beneath her hands. "Oh I'm sorry, I'm afraid your friend has been possessed. She won't be showing you mercy anytime soon," she teased, snorting in amusement at her own silly antics. She really cracked herself up at times.

"Ohoho cohome ohohon!" Trevor half screamed, half whined through his laughter. She looked down at them, taking in their giddy, limp forms draped over her arms and decided they might deserve just a little mercy. She giggled out a sigh, hugging them tighter to her chest. She enjoyed the nervous chuckles that escaped from Trevor's throat as well as the bubbly titters that slipped past Alucard's lips.

She leaned in to plant a kiss on each of their cheeks. "I guess you learned your lesson," she caved, poking their tummies to draw out a few more giggles before letting them go. They were both panting and had to lean against one another for support.

"Remind me what the point was? Other than just giving yourself an excuse to torment us," Alucard deadpanned, but his shy, lopsided smirk remained in place.

"Oh, so you need a refresher already?" she teased, snickering to herself when he helped and clung onto Trevor for protection, not so subtly using him as a human shield.

"N-no, I'm good!"

"Yup! Teamwork makes the dream work, help each other out, yadda yadda yadda," Trevor added for "clarification." Sypha grinned proudly.

"See? My methods are foolproof!" she boasted, throwing her arms around her friends' shoulders. "And don't you guys feel so much better after playing and having a good laugh?"

"Ah, so you did have ulterior motives," Alucard noted.

"You say that like it's a bad thing! You two would've been at each other's throats if it weren't for me," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I would think a thank you would be in order."

Trevor scoffed, "Thank you? For that?" he asked incredulously.

"You're welcome Treffy!" she chirped, loving the way the blush returned to his stubbled cheeks.

"Not what I meant," he mumbled under his breath, letting out a disgruntled and embarrassed huff.

"Seriously though. I hope you guys realize how important you can be for each other, and how you need to rely on someone to have your back," she said, tone growing more serious.

"No, I get where you're coming from. Trevor and I can't let our petty squabbles interfere with a real fight," Alucard agreed. "Even if your methods are a little... odd."

She giggled softly and snuggled between them from where they all laid on the floor. "But the main lesson to learn from this, is that you guys aren't so different from each other. And you actually have fun together! At least when you let yourselves, and you aren't worried about centuries worth of family drama," she mildly chastised. They chuckled sheepishly, knowing she had a point.

"Noted. Play nice with each other, or else you'll tickle the shit out of us," Trevor taunted, still not taking the playful threat seriously despite the fact he had been screaming with laughter mere minutes ago.

"Shut up, I'm serious!" she whined, though she found herself giggling at his sassy remark.

"I am too," Trevor said, drawing the attention of both Sypha and Alucard. He cleared his throat, adverting his gaze to the ground. "Truth be told, I don't like fighting with you, Alucard."

Alucard perked up, shifting ever so closer. "No?" he questioned, voice soft.

"No, not really," he confirmed.

Alucard hummed, leaning on his arm for support. "Well that makes two of us." Now it was Trevor's turn to look at him.

"What?"

"I don't like fighting with you either. But, it just felt... normal to do so. Like, I'd be disrespecting my heritage if I was nice to you," he said, opening up for what felt like the first time.

Trevor nodded as he spoke, "Yeah, I get what you mean. I uh, honestly felt the same, now that you mention it."

Sypha looked between them, a happy smile etched onto her features. She reached out to grasp both of their hands. "Aw, isn't this nice?" she cooed, startling them out of their heart to heart. "See how easy it is to just talk to each other instead of screaming-"

"We get it Sypha!" Trevor groaned before giving a reluctant sigh. "I'll hand it to you; you were right this time. But don't just think you can get away with this," he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

She shrugged and blew him off. "Oh I really don't think I have anything to worry about," she said, snorting in amusement. She was completely oblivious to the way Alucard's own expression matched Trevor's look of mischief.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Alucard spoke up from behind. A chill crawled up her spine at the warning. "After all, we just had a lesson on the importance of teamwork. Isn't that right?"

Sypha gulped and bolted down the hall.

As it would turn out, Trevor and Alucard make a great team.

#trevor belmont #alucard tepes #sypha belnades #castlevania #castlevania fic #castlevania tickle fic #ticklish!trevor #ticklish!alucard #prompts #now to start on tktober stuff #jk i already started (barely)

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