#he gets very bashful. i start asking about his photography and i’m like ‘idk i’m just in a very artistic mood’ and for some reason

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i dont want to bother but can i request headcanon of alucard from hellsing when his s/o is short (like 1.55 cm) his s/o work as a photographer for hellsing, and his s/o is always making sure if alucard is ok like asking if he is hungry or if is ok after a mision? idk im just a smal photographer bean who wants take care of alucard ~

You said 1.55cm and I uhhhh didn’t know how to make that physically work lmaooo. But I really like how this turned out, so I hope you do too!😌

Alucard x GN!Reader

This man is TALL. Like it would be a miracle if you weren’t shorter than him.

Unfortunately, you were a elf compared to this vampire. Barely reaching his chest, having you snap your neck backwards to meet his eyes.

Walter thought it would be a good idea if Sir Integra hired a professional photographer, in order to capture the Hellsing manor and faculty. It’s important for future sponsors to see the best sides of the Hellsing organization and could bring in more money.

So here you are, there were areas in the manor that were off limits: the several armouries, basement, and (unless you have permission) Sir Integra’s office. But other than that you were free to snap pictures all over the manor.

The manor was beautiful, containing a mix of old and new architecture. Beautiful burgundy carpeting matching the curtains that hung over the large windows. And not only was your love for photography etting quenched, but your pockets were being filled.

You had no idea what these people did for a living, but with how much you were getting paid you weren’t going to complain.

Then you stumbled upon the reason you were forbidden from entering the basement. He loomed over you, the large hallway suddenly feeling cramped. Tall, dark, and sinister. That’s what you’d describe Alucard as.

The permanent grin on his face wasn't welcoming at all. The array of long white fangs, didn’t help either. Instead it made you nearly piss yourself and run. And you probably should of.

But you didn’t. Instead you kept going back because of him.

Sir Integra was furious at him, yelling for him to return to his chambers. She called you to her office, apologizing for the inconvenience. She explained what the Hellsing Organization did, and while she offered to let you go, you denied. Instead offering to extend your services.

Surprised at first, she accepted welcoming you as a sort of secretary.

Every night you did the same thing, ran down to the kitchen and offered to take the hungry vampire his meal. The soldiers always gratefully accepted, practically throwing the bucket of ice at you, a pack of blood sitting on top.

He’d welcome you to his chambers with a grin, laughing as you tried to spin a tale about why you were delivrying his meal once again.

“Cowards, are they?” He’d laugh as you nodded quickly, grateful he wasn’t prying into the real reason you were constantly in his presence.

If he was feeling especially feisty, Alucard would stand from his throne and take long stride towards you. He towered over your shorter form, seeming to enjoy the small step back you take. Whether out of fear or to spare your neck, you don’t even know.

He takes the blood packet, thanking you with a grin, strutting back to his chair. When he notices you haven’t left he asks, “Is there something wrong?”

Nervously, you reach into your pocket and pull out a small square piece of paper, extending your hand out for him to accept.

Tilting his head to the side, he takes the paper from your fingers. Examining the plain white surface, before flipping it over to reveal a photograph.

“I was messing around with my old polaroid and managed to get this shot. It made me think of you, so I want you to have it...” You had to force your mouth shut to cease your rambling.

He didn’t respond or make any sign to show he even heard you. The picture was one of the full moon, that occurred last week. The clouds surrounding it like a veil, the brightness of the moon piercing through them.

When his gaze meets yours, you don’t see the same sinister glint. His expression is blank, almost as if he doesn’t know what emotion to express.

“This is very,” his gaze flickers away from yours as he searches for the right words, “generous...Thank you.” There was a sincerity in his voice that you never heard before.

The sound made your cheeks heat up. “Of course! I’m glad you like it.” You smile down at your feet, too bashful to meet his gaze.

The bucket of ice starts to melt, small droplets falling onto the cement floor. “Oh damn! I gotta empty this out.”

Running up the first few steps you turn back to Alucard, “I’ll see you tomorrow night, Alucard.”

Pearly white fangs gleam at you as he grins, “Sweet dreams, my little photographer.”

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