#hellsing fanfic

[madarasgirl]

A Night for Hunting Ch.11 -Interlude I

T/W: NSFW, 18+, Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, slice of life, menstrual blood with related explicit sexual content, hungry vampire Words: 4124 On AO3

I actually do think Alucard would be interested in his Reader’s grooming routine. He’s lived a long time and modern cosmetics are very different from what he’s seen. Everything about her is interesting, even the mundane acts of daily living, because those are all things his corpse doesn’t need. Enjoy the light-hearted fluff for now…this is their bonding time. You aren’t imagining it. Her speech with him is sometimes more informal as she gets more comfortable around this harbinger of death.

I waited SO long to write some more funny business with Alucard. I hope you enjoy it. This chapter can be skipped if vampire-style period smut doesn’t interest you and I think you shouldn’t miss much plot-wise. 

Another flavour of body lotion was in the air. Or rather, “body butter,” as you called it, insisting a viscous moisturizer was more suitable for the dry spring air while the heat remained active. It smelled like lavender, unlike the last one which was definitively of cucumbers. Alucard decided this product was likewise agreeable with his senses. His only regret was that he arrived too late tonight to watch you apply it.

Alucard scented the air again. Ah, that was an even more enticing aroma. He inhaled deeply and rumbled softly in pleasure at your monthly, which hung heavily in the air, tantalizing and delicious.

It was fascinating how the human body required nourishment in every way, even the skin. He sat soundlessly in the loveseat and watched you go about your routine. You twisted a glossy bottle open. He smirked. The vampire remained invisible in the mirror, and you were all the more unaware and unsuspecting of his presence while you preened. He memorized the outline of your fingers and their circular motions as you smeared a creamy white gel across your face while carefully avoiding your eyes. 

He purred at your actions.

His human was startled. You whipped around with a short yelp and dropped the container, lurching backward in the process and banging into the nightstand. It never reached the floor. The vampire king scooped up the tiny jug midair and offered it back to you.

“I am equally pleased to see you, little one.” Alucard grinned.

You took in the imposing dark giant towering over you, his eyes vibrant and alive, and let out a laugh. 

“Alucard! You scared me! Don’t just show up behind me like that!” Your palm fell over your chest as you caught your breath. His gaze lingered on your hand and you plucked the ridiculous little bottle from his fingers. 

Even without your affirmation, the vampire felt your shock, the moment when fear of the unexpected intruder spiked and your hair stood on end, when adrenaline filled your veins and made your blood run cold. And when that pungent taste of fear was quickly replaced with excitement by his presence, which prompted a stirring in his loins.

“The candid can be riveting.” He tracked you as you turned your back to him and bustled around. How naively trusting, but it was part of your allure.

“Give me some time! You arrived so late, I thought you weren’t coming by tonight. Just started a face mask.”

Your guest stared at you with interest.

“This weather! It’s for hydration and to prevent fine lines.”

The vampire chuckled lightly, “Humans, your kind do everything to delay aging and to avoid your mortality.”

“I don’t want to hear that from a 500-year old immortal who gets to look the way you do.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “You know, one day I’ll be an old woman. Whatcha gonna do with me then?” You raised a brow.

"You meant to say you will grow even more beautiful day after day?" 

Your eyes bulged at his pretty words, but you didn't find insincerity. You flapped your lips to pull words from the ether. “Your silver-tongued flattery won’t get you anywhere,” you warned.

“I prefer there to be no silver in my tongue.”

You cackled, “No silver tongue piercings for you then, not even sterling?” You winked at him, a smile brightening your features more than any mask ever could.

The corner of the vampire’s lips lifted. “Absolutely not, unless you insist.” 

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You came back to awareness with a jolt.

“I’m sorry, it’s hard to stay awake. I was going to go to bed soon when you arrived.” You yawned. Your face was radiant after rinsing off the mask and applying your moisturizer earlier. And then you fell asleep mid-conversation with your undead guest. Just slumped over in bed and lost consciousness. What a poor hostess you made.

Alucard lost the iconic hat, glasses, and coat while you were asleep. He gestured amiably with his palm up towards the bed you were sprawled across, as if to invite you to continue.

“…You’re just going to watch me?”

“This activity is rapidly becoming a favourite pastime.”

“That’s really creepy and you have shallow priorities.”

“A matter of perspective.” 

“Surely you must have better things to do?” It was difficult to see in the gloom, but you were reasonably sure he was smirking.

You sighed, “Suit yourself.” With your resignation, you crawled up your bed and tucked yourself into the sheets, shimmying out of your night clothes before shooting one last glance at the glowing crimson orbs and closing your eyes. “Goodnight Alucard,” you whispered.

Rest well, little one.

You smiled and turned around to face the other wall.

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Falling asleep a second time proved impossible. Without the constant movement earlier in the night, the cramps finally caught up to you. A searing pain seized your lower abdomen and sent fire up your spine.

You screamed internally in agony and hunched over yourself. AHH, how you wanted to rip out your uterus yourself if it would spare you this suffering. You considered your options: you had no Tylenol. Ibuprofen? No, not on a now-empty stomach, as if the medication options ever provided lasting relief anyways. A heat pack?

It ripped through your core again and you tossed around to the other side of the bed, legs spasming out and toes curling. With a grimace, you took deep, ragged breaths and groaned.

The bed dipped and you jumped, which only worsened the pain. Your eyes watered. There must be a knife in your flesh. There could be no other explanation for the ache. 

A pleasant fog clouded your mind and the pressure suddenly alleviated. Opening bleary eyes, that massive shadow was still there, unmoving and deeper than black, staring at you with those red, red irises. You tried to focus on them.

All Alucard did was pluck at your consciousness to redirect your attention from your affliction to himself. With anyone else, he would certainly bask in their torment while laughing at their expense. With you though, he did not enjoy watching you writhe in anguish, especially from discomfort that was so easily banished.

“Would you like your suffering eased?”

You let out a feeble whine. “You can help me?” You didn’t even ask him how he would do so. “Please.”

The covers were thrown off and you welcomed the rush of cool air that washed over your clammy skin momentarily. You peeked. In the murky darkness, you recognized Alucard picking off his gloves by the fingers. He ripped off your panties. The menstrual product went flying somewhere too.

“ALUC–!” He was on top of you, hovering so close you could feel his breath. Did you accidentally agree to sleep with him? That wasn’t what you intended! “Oh, oh. It hurts!” You clenched your eyes again and shuddered, pushing the heel of your palm hard into your pelvis in a pitiful attempt to soothe your woes.

A cool hand slipped under yours. Not an ice pack, but any stimulation that distracted from the cramps was welcome relief. “This is all for you, Sweet.” He stroked your face. “Enjoy it.”

He was going to feed from you. Oh my God. He wanted to drink your–

Alucard smiled. “God is not here,” he muttered, crimson flashing dangerously as he approached.

Smooth lips replaced the hand as his nose flared. The No-Life King luxuriated in your scent and his triumph. He was in bed with you and iron filled his every sense. He saw you clear as day –so beautiful you were, naked with your raw and bloody pussy presented to him to feast on, the pinnacle of fine dining. He was almost reverent as he kissed his way lower and lower, inch by excruciating inch, until he was at eye level with his prize.

He was staring too intently. Sure, your pubic hair was beginning to grow out a bit, but you were never expecting intimate company! You were blind but all too aware of your nudity. Growing self-conscious when nothing happened, you lifted your arms to hide yourself, only to be instantly pinned to the mattress.

“Discard your notions of propriety, human. You are in bed with the devil tonight.”

The command shot to your loins, which coiled with heat. The toothy smirk gleamed and you held your breath in apprehension over what was to come, yet you were desperate for relief. Glancing down to try and see him, you were only met with blown pupils set in a dazzling scarlet. Your heart quivered at the devil between your legs, for you were at his mercy. 

Surrounded by your sweet fragrance, Alucard came alive with bloodlust. His senses prickled with awareness over everything that surrounded the two of you. He could hear your neighbours’ soft breathing as they slept and when they stirred; he tasted the bitterness of anger in the air from the quarrelling couple nearby. But none of them mattered. He scented your skin and fought the urge to sink fangs into your veins, at the junction where your thigh met your groin. He growled. Under your silly moisturizers was the refreshing smell of your natural scent. He leaned in for a taste. Then another pang of pain coursed through you and he felt you tensing from dread. 

Time to make good on his promise.

He licked your opening from perineum to vestibule, stopping to twirl around your clit with teasing feathery touches. 

“Ah!” You gasped, your head snapping downwards and thudding on the pillows.

Vision was fruitless, but the darkness stirred and heightened each sensation. A cool hand wrapped around your thigh and sank in for a massage to chase away your tension. The tongue flicked at your bud before soft lips nipped at your hood.

You whined from the prodding at everywhere that was private and sensitive on your body. Twin digits kneaded the two halves of your vulva. Over and over, the damn vampire pressed your meat in and stroked down, only to release at the bottom and tickle your hairs as he brought his fingers back to the top and continued the cycle as he blew frosty air on your nub.

You squirmed at the foreign sensations and tried to press your legs together. More hands arrived to pull you apart. Surrounded by red haze, it provided just enough light to illuminate Alucard’s pale face, half of which was hidden by your crotch. You think he pinched your clit between the sides of his fingers before peeling back your hood to suckle at your most intimate parts. A shaky exhale escaped you.

The room was dim. All you saw was the silhouette of his chalk-white face and the faint vermilion reflection in his hair. You could see his head dip and twist as he played you expertly like an instrument. And you sang for him. His caresses were sweet intoxication that left trails of electricity in their wake. Phantom limbs fondled your breasts and ran down your abdomen and sides, grasping at your buttocks like he was kneading dough. Gradually, he coaxed the tight coils in your womb to unravel.

A twinge of pain shot through as your uterus contracted again, but it was now bearable. Warm fluid flowed generously into the towel wedged under your bottom. “A-Alu, please don’t stop,” you gasped, yanking against your bonds, your fingers curling repeatedly around nothing. 

A cool fingertip pressed directly into your bud and traced lazy circles on the bundle of nerves so that your nails dug into the pad at the base of your palm. You keened to beg for more, for mercy, for what again? You weren’t entirely sure either, but you needed relief and you were certain the devil knew how to deliver.

You were too distracted to be privy to the copper mess between your legs. It caked your thighs and dripped from your kitten, mixing with the scrumptious juices of your arousal to trickle between the crevice of your rear. Alucard sucked the pooled blood soaked into the linens and mattress into himself. Nuzzling into your folds, he sighed and swallowed, savouring the honeyed delicacy on his tongue. He could get used to this. Perhaps he would be calmer if he was allowed to settle betwixt your legs nightly. Luminous feline eyes lifted to meet yours and he grinned, even if you couldn’t see it.

You lay limp and embarrassed, but needy, remaining splayed in a nervous, unspoken plea for more. He was watching you closely. Licking your lips, you wriggled in the hopes that the vampire may finally relent and let you go.

“I want to touch you too,” you murmured. 

Suddenly, you got your wish. Nothing held you down and you weakly propped yourself up, noticing Alucard had dismissed his thick clothing with a distinct fleshy slap and was kneeling close by, a hunter ready to spring. Again you tried to discern his features in the sombre lighting. 

The undulating crimson overcast was wrong. But what an experience it made for, like you were indulging in debauchery with a demon within the pits of the raging Inferno. He was corrupting your finer judgement and everything about what you were doing with this vampire was erroneous, but you and him were well past the point of right or wrong. 

Your eyes tentatively trailed down his lithe torso, making out the hint of shadows where the expanse of musculature waxed and waned, and you brushed your hands over his skin for exploration. You placed a kiss to where his unbeating heart was. As you squeezed and petted, you found his naked body lanky, but strong. You touched something steely that was covered in silk.

The vermilion smogging the air in your bedroom made your vision funny. At times, you saw his contrasting features with some clarity. At others, like now, visibility was almost nil. Perhaps the effect was from staring at Alucard’s smouldering shadow limbs for far too long. There was no oxygen in the room as you touched Alucard’s cock for the first time. It was his shaft that slapped his abdomen earlier. 

Alucard stood at attention –a lengthy and thick flagpole for your sole inspection. You traced down from the root to grasp him, both the pillar and the stones, but your fingers and thumb did not meet around his girth. You must have made a funny expression, because Alucard chuckled when you wrapped around him with the other hand and there was clearly still cock leftover. 

Curiously, you began to fondle his turgid member, feeling the way the skin slid with your hands. He was beyond stiff, but the skin was much softer than you ever expected. You rolled the velvet up and down, marvelling at the way it seemed to bunch at the tip in silken folds, wishing more than anything that you could see him properly right now. How majestic he must be.

The skin holding his jewels was loose too. You could jiggle those firm orbs in your fingers. This was fascinating. As you hefted his sack into your palm for closer study, Alucard exhaled, “Warm.”

A prompt reminder that he was dead… which didn’t stop you. Even the vampire’s genitals were cool to touch. “And you’re so cold,” you replied in a hushed tone with a shiver. Indeed, goosebumps covered your body from the prolonged contact and your nipples stayed in peaks. You briefly wondered whether his semen would be chilly as well…

The vampire was immaterial at once, shrouding the entire room in a miasma of darkness that rippled and seethed with a mind of its own. You were knocked onto your back again with your ankles draped over a vampire’s shoulders. Alucard growled, mania in his expression as he hovered over your face. Next to your skull, fabric was shredding under the force of his grip. Did he have claws?

You were prey to his kind. Never did you forget how dangerous your company was. The deep menacing rumble made your hair turn into fine quills, as did the frigid air puffing at your throat. You were supposed to be terrified, but when you made eye contact with the beast trapping you, something broke and your gaze gentled before your eyes fluttered closed. You breathed out, feeling more lucid than ever before. 

You hooked your arms around both knees to lift your legs towards the sky. “Please help me, Alucard.” You offered him your blood.

YOU PRESENT THIS OFFERING OF YOUR OWN FREE WILL, HUMAN? 

The voice in your mind was guttural, the words nearly indecipherable if it weren’t for the overbearing sense of their meaning that remained utterly succinct.

Yes. You observed him through slitted eyes with a peaceful bliss.

Alucard smirked, that lengthy tongue dangling at your crotch as crimson irises glittered with promise. Your breath caught. In a past life, you dreaded the feeling of that muscle on your skin…right now, your mind wandered to how long and agile it was. The places it could go. How would it fill you up? The heat sizzled off your skin as your heart galloped in anticipation.

The smug smile was in the vampire’s eyes as he wagged that appendage at you. He swooped low and kissed your opening as fingers skimmed over your pearl. Your breath hitched. The tongue was pushing into you.

“AHHHH!” Ouch! You squealed from the abrupt penetration and jerked. 

Alucard snarled at the perceived attempt to escape him, his control fraying at the seams. He growled, shaking to reign himself in and release the bruising grip on your hips. Talons sank instead into your pillows and shredded through the mattress as he hissed low into your ears, wondering distantly if he sounded more reassuring for you than his voice did to himself.

“Shh…” He soothed, “I will not allow you to feel more than a sweet ache.” The throaty rumbling continued, lustrous crimson flashing wildly as he scrutinized your parted lips and pulsing carotid. “You gave yourself to me. I will make it worthwhile.” Trust me. The vampire made his leisurely way back south.

But how could it be good when it hurts so badly? Your legs tightened around the shadowy head while tears flooded your vision. A light tapping at your nub, followed by thick laps to the entrance of your vagina. 

Alucard purred at the drizzle that flowed from you. “The finest taste to ever grace my lips.” He speared you with just the tip of his tongue and swirled into your opening to catch every drop while maintaining the pressure at your clit.

“Mm… feels weird,” you grunted.

The sinful lips found your femoral artery and nipped playfully, flicking back to your vulva to lave your inner and outer folds with worshipful licks before pressing kisses into your button again. Wet lips and mucous membranes melded in a series of slurps and smacks as he soon had you cooing helplessly once more.

A finger slipped its way into your depths without your notice. You moaned breathlessly and pitched your hips up at him. His lips got greedy and he let you squirm while you ran your fingers through his glossy hair and tugged. He let you pull his face onto your crotch, your feet kicking in the air before they came to a rest on his back. 

The digit was vibrating from side to side. It twisted and curled up into an unknown spot within that made you see stars. Your eyes slammed open in shock and you keened from the pleasure. Your feet flailed as you realized Alucard was proceeding as originally planned. The tongue replaced the finger and wound into your softened opening by massaging your sweet spot.

Unable to formulate a verbal defence, your jaws dropped and you shrieked from the intrusion, where he had deftly brought you to the point when words ran dry. You stared at him hoping for some semblance of benevolence, only to scream when his animal sounds sent vibrations into your pouch. 

Thick. Alucard’s tongue was girthy and did not fit into your unplundered hole. His entry, however, was steady and unrushed. Finally, he was fully inside you and the pitch of the purring dropped until it had warped back into a low growl. Feeling profoundly overwhelmed, you groaned from the stretch. Goodness, if he moved now, you would probably die.

Your face scrunched with discomfort. You were dripping wet from Alucard’s earlier care, but as he began to pull out, it felt like your innards were leaving with him. “!!” You begged him, the sides of your thighs clutched his head in the vanishing hopes that he’d ease up. The devil was smiling! You just knew it!

“Ahhh…” You cried out with a breathy moan as he pushed slowly back inside after an exaggerated swallow. He did it again, in and out, in and out, and you stared at him with eyes like saucers as he fucked you. 

You opened up for him eventually.

Holy shit. You took back any disparaging thoughts you previously expressed about his sexual prowess. He was amazing at this. Maybe a God was present here.

As you clung to his head desperately and gyrated into him with rabid enthusiasm, your eyes screwed shut, unable to bear staring into those twin rubies that always saw too clearly anymore, eager to simply enjoy the ride.

The sensation of fullness disappeared and your eyes snapped open and shot around in confusion for an explanation, finding Alucard's shining gaze immediately.

Wha- how? When you were so close, how could anyone just stop like he just did? 

Look at me while I drink you.

…

It was too cruel. He really must be an evil monster spawned from the bowels of hell after all, to demand that while he was doing something like this to you.

Cackling laughter boomed in mind and you got the feeling he was waiting, daring you to look away again. With a pitiful whimper, you kept a weary gaze on the devil as you spread your legs to grant him greater access to your core in surrender.

"An excellent decision. I always knew you were reasonable," Alucard purred. He pushed between your folds gently to finish making a meal of you.

Heat blossomed in your loins as he built you up yet again. It wound higher and tighter as your caretaker stayed prodding and lapping at your tortured meat. It would be so easy to let go and lose yourself in his hedonism. You pet his busy face, paying particular attention to tracing the muscles of his jaw with wonder while he showed you the carnal ways of the flesh. 

This creature of damnation was from hell, but he took you to heaven and led you to its doors. His desire was reflected by yours when you finally convulsed, exploding on his face while he took all you offered with noisy, obscene swallows as he mashed into you.

"Better?" He asked.

"Wow," you said dumbly, wishing you were able to tell him something more articulate after the treat you were given. Instead, you stared at him in confused awe. It was truly the highest compliment you could pay to the vampire. Alucard could not be more pleased with himself as he admired the results of his handiwork and licked his face clean of your fluids like a cat with cream.

"Uh…I think I'm okay now," you told him, safe at last to meekly avert your gaze as your knees unlocked. It was true. The crushing cramps had all but disappeared, taken away by Alucard’s ministrations as he’d promised.

What now? 

It was too soon to relax. Anxiety started to ramp as you saw his head lowering and you rushed to hide your leaky hole. Were you now supposed to consummate this, whatever this was between you?

Blood-red irises scintillated with flecks of orange and yellow, as always shimmering with amusement at your predicament.

"Aye, but I have not yet had my fill of you.” His gaze dropped closer, dilated pupils fixating upon your spent nether parts. “I have been famished lately. I could drink you alive."

Dawn was beginning to break and the darkness was no longer as deep. You saw Alucard grinning. It was an unholy, devious smirk. He dove back into your legs with the polite request for you to provide more sustenance, lest he have to remain for the day to sate himself fully. 

"You may have opened Pandora's box. I will never be denied this exquisiteness again."

It turned out that Alucard did not need trinkets such as silver piercings. His tongue alone got him many places with you.

~To Be Continued~

Chapter 12: The Feeling of Safety

-------------------- Notes: Teehee. The Reader doesn’t know it, but what she sees as Alucard being creepy and watching her, from Alucard’s perspective is him watching over her while she sleeps. She is one of his priorities. The idea for this Interlude was at the back of my mind for awhile. As someone who has periods, I felt like this biological function is something that should be addressed since our beau is a vampire. I found this chapter pretty difficult to write. Some parts of the smut came easily enough, but everything else…I was just stuck. I hope you enjoy the results though. RIP bed. I am super excited for the next chapter!

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[vermont-writes-fanfic]

How they make Breakfast

In response to @gothicchippy , how the people of the Hellsing Organisation and Father Anderson make breakfast! Let me know if there should be a part two!

Requested: I am going to tsay that's a yes

Warnings: Mentions of blood, blood drinking, killing people, and the mention of scars

Characters: Father Anderson, Alucard, Sir integra, Seras, Walter, Pip Bernadotte

Father Anderson:

Seeing as he seems to take care of the children back at the orpahange in Italy, it seems like he would be well versed in some good breakfast making. He would let you help make breakfast and his specialt is an italian breakfast which is simple and consists of yogurt which he would take teh time to make himself, jam and bread and fluffy fresh baked criossants. He lets you help out and will try a breakfast that you might have in mind. He keeps it light and healthy for the kids making sure they are taken care of and raised healthy. He has quite the skill in the kitchen and often times he lets you relax with him ot trace the scrs on his hands as he waits for somthing to cook or bake.

Alucard:

A morning with him isn’t rare though don’t expect it to be bathed in sunlight and giggles. The last time Alucard had human food was…a long time to best put it. He never had to cook anything because his food of choice is blood and Walter took care of all the cooking for the Hellsings. Instead you take it upon yourself to cook instead, though he is never far from you offering to help we’re he can. He’ll crack eggs or toast bread, but after the first few times of trying this little endeavor you learned not to let him man the spices.

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing

She spends her days holed up in her office most time taking care of her work and looking at the papers she is being sent. Reports from all over the UK of many new young kings appear and in quick succession. Typically she could manage at least toast and Walter always made her tea, but lately even that is left wasted at the table as she works into the late hours. Without much luck and knowing you’re u favorable of her less than healthy eating habits, Walter asks you to coax her into eating breakfast. And you happily oblige, opting for a less American options, you took to fried mushroom, bacon, sausage, and nook and cranny. It was funny, she had no idea how to cook but the moment she was convinced to have breakfast with you and you asked her to cook she smiled and confident as ever she said,

“If I can’t learn how to cook for you, then I can’t call myself your lover now can I?”

With the assistance of Walter you end up at the desired breakfast and enjoy it on the terrace.

Seras

As part of trying to keep her humanity, Seras makes it a point to cook you breakfast almost every morning. Oftentimes you wake up to a bit of juice with some eggs and bacon or the very common beans and toast. When Seras isn’t out working and manages to stay up enough for you two to make breakfast. With a bit of convincing and a promise to clean anything used, she was able to get the kitchen every once in a while, with this she takes you into the kitchen and of course, you help prepare. Washing your hands consists of soap ending up in someone's hair or on their clothes and plenty of goofing around, after, she’ll bring out the sausage, eggs, potatoes, and cabbage and let you take care of the cooking while she peels the potatoes and dices them up. When everything is complete the two of you will sit down in her room and eat chatting about what you had ready for the day while she whines about Alucard or talks about the mission from the previous night. It’s pleasant and pretty sweet as she compliments you on how you can cook. As you eat, she sometimes wishes that she could to, that it didn’t have to be blood.

Walter

Being the top butler in the Hellsing manor, Walter has no trouble making a wonderful breakfast and is capable of making food from around the world. His memory may be a little behind him but he is still capable of making breakfast. He prefers to make the breakfast himself and will often serve you whatever he had made for Sir Integra that morning but if you request something different he is more than happy to oblige. He makes you bubble and squeak most mornings because it is simple enough to make and retains heat more so even if you wake up late it’s warm enough for you to enjoy it. On the chances where Sir Integra is out for the morning or someone else, Alucard, has taken care of serving her breakfast, he will take the time to teach you how to make a light pastry for breakfast.

Pip isn’t one for extravagant meals or something expensive, he’s still a mercenary. However, he does have a taste for the more expensive tasting things so in true french fashion he opts for a light pastry instead. If he is strapped for time then a bit of baguette and some fruit jelly works just fine for the both of you. Other times, if you and him are feeling especially patient you manage to properly make a pastry , while waiting, Pip will pull you into a dance leading you around the kitchen or tell you jokes or stories from his time some years ago overseas. It always comes out a little under or over done, not that the two of you mind.

@gothicchippy

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[corvidcrybaby]

ADVICE FOR WRITING ALUCARD (HELLSING) IN YOUR FIC

aight mates let's not beat around the bush, one of the toughest things about writing Hellsing fic is that Mister Alucard Hellsing Vladdy Daddy himself is a g-ddamn bitch and a half to write in a manner that feels accurate so I'm gonna list off a few things that help me to remember what his tone ought to feel like and get a more show-accurate feel to his dialogue and characterization

first off, contractions. I'm, won't, don't, can't, et cetera. use them sparingly. alucard isn't fully allergic to them, but he is more likely to say "cannot" instead of "can't," "will not" instead of "won't," and so on and so forth. a good point of reference I like to personally use for this is the Elites from the Halo series - they speak with a vaguely regal, Elizabethan-knight style of sensibility with their dialogue. Alucard does use contractions from time to time, but too many of them and he'll start to sound a bit odd.

Remember that Alucard is a contradictory person with a modus operandi that is intrinsically hard for humans to understand. what seems like open hypocrisy to us is perfectly rational to him. so pay attention to when he makes statements in your fics that seem like they contradict one another, and have a justification in mind for why he would say them - and better yet, have him express those justifications elsewhere in the fic, if someone isn't demanding an open explanation from him.

alucard is very economic with his dialogue choices. he can be showy, dramatic and theatrical, it's true - but even those speeches are carefully constructed. every word, every sentence, every message he puts out into the world is chosen to be as succinct as possible without sacrificing his penchant for showmanship. he never says any more or less than he feels is absolutely necessary. sometimes, this means a three-word sentence. otherwise, a veritable fucking soliloquy. think about his motivations really hard when he talks.

alucard's method of interacting with other humans is (this is a personal interpretation, mind you) based around provoking the most interesting or entertaining response possible. he wants to see what people are made of, no matter who they are, so consider his verbal engagements as him attempting to put the other party on the spot in some manner at all times. it could be to make them uncomfortable, angry, amused, or anything else - but in short, remember that he's probably always trying to dominate the interaction, one way or another. it could come in smiles and teasing, or in open carnage and bloodshed. alucard is written like a BDSM maledom in a ton of ways, so this is a huge help to remember.

that's all i got for now. might add more to this later and do these for other characters that are challenging to write if folks are interested, i just felt like putting this into the world

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[theloveandthedead]

Olivia: Why do you keep staring at my legs? Alucard: I want them to sandwich me

#aluvia #olivia and alucard #venus and mars #incorrect l'amour #quote not mine #if it is not obvious by the fic alucard has a thing for olivia's legs #her thighs in particular #l'amour et la mort #hellsing fanfic #hellsing oc #olivia emese song #alucard

[0oh-negative]

My week!!!

Hot pot, digimon in the wild at a flea market, FUCKING ARTWORK OF THE OC BY A INSANLY TALENTED ARTIST???? YES PLZZZZZZ

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[bear-with-a-typewriter]

Pack Hellsing Part 1

Alexander was walking home from another long discussion with his manager regarding his lackluster performances. He runs into his long time friend, and on screen rival, Alucard, but it appears something is wrong with the man.

Set in an omegaverse au where some of the main characters of Hellsing are actors and actresses within the big city.

[drawing from Pinterest, artist unknown.]

This story has also been posted to my Wattpad so feel free to follow me there as well, anyhow, I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 1,855

The downpour of rain fell around Alexander in a silvery curtain as it rolled off his umbrella. He’d left his apartment earlier that afternoon in hopes of making it back before the rain started. Though, to his displeasure, his manager had picked today of all days to go on another long tangent instead of staying on topic. An hour-long conversation about how poor his acting had turned into a nearly four-hour-long monologue about how Alexander was still packless as he approached 40. He’d told the man that he’d rather be alone than deal with all the legal compilations that came with joining a pack, or even starting his own. Truth be told he wasn’t only lying to his manager but to himself as well. If someone were to look closely they would see how much living outside a pack weighed on him. 

He’d been wrapped up in his thoughts so tightly that he hadn’t seen the man coming towards him until they collided with a loud thud. The impact untangled him from his thoughts as he grabbed the man by the shoulder pushing them back slightly. Opening his mouth to yell at them but the sudden realization as their eyes met caused whatever angry words he’d been ready to throw at the man to escape him. Finding a familiar pair of chestnut brown eyes staring into his slate gray ones. “Al? What are you-” he cut himself off as the man’s scent hit him with the full force of their normally muted perfume. A normally earthy and slightly floral scent had a syrupy sweetness coating every breath Alexander took.

He didn’t need to express what Alucard’s scent was telling him, the man in his grasp who had fooled everyone into believing he was an alpha was clearly an omega. One that was dangerously close to their heat. Alexander removed his hand from Alucard’s shoulder to opt for holding onto his wrist instead. Choosing to pull the now shivering omega behind him as they hastily walked alongside the side of the brick buildings. Making use of the still open umbrella in his hand he hid their faces from view. Being thankful that the man he was pulling behind him was dressed casually in a black sweater and dress pants, rather than his signature red suit. As they made their way through the scantly filled streets they came to an intersection where the lights of a heat hotel came into view. The hazy neon glow of looping red letters spelled out ‘Heat & Rut extended stay’. In that moment it felt like the glow of the sign was equal to that of the stained glass windows of an old church. 

The pair quickly crossed the street parting the tinted glass doors of the hotel, no bell chimed as they entered into the saving grace. They were greeted by the sight of a large screen, Alexander was silently thankful that the hotel wasn’t run by another human. He let go of Alucard’s wrist for a second as he closed his umbrella, the loss of warmth making the omega let out a choked whine that was quickly cut off by a cough. The alpha couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his lips nor the unease that was still settled deep in his gut. Still being able to feel his friend’s heat on his back was the only comfort he had as his fingers quickly typed away on the screen. He slid his card into the reader just below the screen a moment later a red key card and ticket came out of a slot next to the reader.

Holding his collected items in one hand and maneuvering his closed umbrella to the crook of his arm he was able to hold onto Alucard’s wrist again. Both men let out a joined sigh as the small point of contact was reestablished between them. They made their way deeper inside the hotel, after taking a few twists and turns down the vacant hallways they found their room. Alexander unlocked the door, ushering Alucard inside before himself. He took a moment to glance down both ends of the hallway pleased at not finding anyone watching. Stepping into the room just in time to hear the click of the bathroom door closing.

The room before him was bathed in a dim warm light with the walls being covered in dark oak paneling. A wooden cubby was flushed against the wall to his left, having a pair of black Chelsea boots already within one of the slots. Alexander slipped off his pair of burgundy oxfords placing them into the slot next to the boots. Letting out a soft sigh as his sore feet sunk into the plush gray carpet. Taking off his dark gray trench coat and hanging it on the wall opposite the cubby. Rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt as he walked down the short hall that led to a large open space. In front of him was a sunken circle covered with bedding in various fabrics and textures all in neutral colors. Two dark oversized armchairs sit against the far wall facing the pit, choosing to sit himself down in one of the chairs with his legs outstretched and his fingers intertwined in his lap as he waits for Alucard.

It wasn’t long before the dark-haired man stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a black silk robe that was tied loosely at the waist. Where the robe hung open allowed for his pale skin to peak through from the inky pool of darkness that was the silk, underneath which he wore only a pair of red boxer briefs. His arms were crossed over his slim chest as his eyes bounced around the room before meeting Alexander’s from where he stood at the archway. The two stared at each other in silence for a long moment before Alexander’s voice broke through the stillness of the room. “How long?” 

Looking away from the man sitting in the chair, his voice was hushed as he answered, “It should be about two or three days.” There was an annoyed exhale from the man. “And you thought now would be the perfect time to be outside like this? What the fucking hell was so goddamned important Integra or Walter couldn’t grab you!” his tone came across as angry, though it was one of concern but that didn’t stop Alucard from letting out a sound somewhere between a huff and a growl. As annoyed as Alexander was with the omega, he was glad to see some of the fire coming back to his personality. “That’s none of your fucking business. I’m just going to stay in this fucking room with you until my clothes are dry.” Taking off his glasses and tilting his head slightly to the side, he stared at Alucard. “It’s nine in the evening Al, I’m not letting you leave this room until it’s morning so you might as well get comfortable.” The omega huffed, throwing his hands in the air. “You’re not my alpha Alex, you don’t have any right to keep me here!” Letting out a huff, the alpha stood. “I wouldn’t have to if your alpha actually gave a damn about you and kept you home!”

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me you fucking asshole! I’m not some weak little flower that would crumble with a gust of wind!” Each word the omega spoke came out with a rumbling growl as he stomped his way across the room to stand a few feet away from Alexander. “I never said you were weak Al, just that you should’ve been kept home. You should be taken care of during your heat, not out running around doing gods knows what.” all anger was gone from Alexander’s voice as he looked down at his pissed friend. “What would you know about taking care of an omega?” Alucard squinted his eyes at the man who was nearly twice as wide as he was but only a few inches taller. 

He wasn’t going to back down from going home tonight, he wanted to be in his own nest, with the ghost of Integra’s scent wrapped around him. Alucard had gotten good at taking care of himself during his heats, no longer needing Integra’s touch to get through the blinding lust and pain. It wasn’t like the two of them were bonded to each other, the alpha didn’t feel how much it hurt him that she wasn’t there. It was Alucard’s fault, he had made it known from the beginning he wasn’t looking to be marked by the alpha or even have her there during his heats. She’d shared his nest with him in the early days of being a pack, enough to mark it with her scent in the hope of making his heats a little easier. It had worked for a little while, he’d found comfort in the pillowcases that held the whispers of her within their threads.

They’d known each other since they were young, having met in college as they were both studying for their bachelor's in fine arts. She’d found out about his secret on a rainy night similar to this one. She’d offered him to join the Hellsing pack, seeing him turn up his nose to society's ideas of what an omega could and couldn’t do to be commendable, an attribute in a friend she’d want in her life forever. He’d accepted her offer without thinking of the emotional bond he’d have towards her. Being orphaned to a church as an infant, he never knew what it was like to be part of a pack, and with the little taste Integra had given him, he was grateful to just have that. A taste of something he’d come to wish to have a feast of.

Alexander couldn’t help but chuckle at him, “In my twenties, I signed up with a few omega centers to help their omegas get through their heats. It’s something PR likes to keep out of the public eye as you could understand.” Alucard looked away, his brow furrowing. “If I were to stay, would you, would you help me through my heat?” The question caught the two of them off guard, Alexander just staring at him in the uncomfortable silence. “I’m not asking you to fuck me per se, I’m just asking you to, to hold me for a little while Alex.” he sounded unsure of himself, still not meeting the taller man’s eyes. “I’m not against fucking you Al, I just want you to be certain that’s what you want, that I’m who you want here right now.” his tone was gentle, kind even. Alucard met the man’s gaze, sureness, and determination in his eyes as he nodded his head. Alexander exhaled slowly, closing his eyes as he put his glasses back on. “Okay, but I want you to answer a question.” Alucard hummed in response, already climbing down into the nesting area. “Why were you out tonight?” the omega’s movements paused as he was beginning to rearrange the blankets.

#hellsing #fanfiction #Alucard/Alexander #Alexander Anderson #Alucard Hellsing #omegaverse fic #omegaverse #actor au #Pack Hellsing #hellsing ultimate #fanfic #Hellsing fanfic #omega Alucard #alpha Alexander #part 1

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 5 - "Misjudged" (Hellsing)

I have a Hellsing fic for today's @whumptober Technically not the first one I've written, but the first one you're seeing :) Hope you enjoy, I have a couple more coming this month.

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Prompts Used: Debris, Pinned Down, 'It's broken' Fandom: Hellsing/Hellsing Ultimate Character: Integra

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Read on Ao3

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Integra had trained countless hours to be more than efficient with the sword and with firearms. Working on her skills until she could best all of her instructors. It was needed in her line of work, was demanded, in fact, by her father to make sure that she would be able to look after herself. There was rarely a day gone by that she was not grateful for how her instructors had pushed her, and how she had pushed herself.

But still, all the skill in the world with a sword, and all the marksmanship of a sharp-shooter could not save her from accidents. And when it came down to it, missions in old houses could turn deadly very quickly, and not just because of their occupants.

Integra was on the precarious second story of the old Tudor, facing off against a mob of ghouls. More of her men were further down the hallway and Alucard was somewhere outside, prowling around the perimeter, chasing down the vampire responsible for turning all the ghouls.

"How many more on your end, Harrington?!" Integra shouted to her closest captain as she took out the last ghoul coming at her with a well-aimed headshot.

"Sir, about ten!" he replied.

"I take it you're good up here then," she said.

"We are, Sir Integra!" the soldier shouted, followed by more gunshots.

Integra hurried toward the stairs, planning on aiding the men below with the stragglers.

She only got about halfway down, before a ghoul appeared at the railing above, snarling, getting ready to jump on her.

Integra snarled back and shot upward, hitting the ghoul right in the head.

It slumped, collapsing over the railing and plummeting.

Integra dodged, but as it hit the stairs, the sudden weight broke through the rotting wood and Integra let out a sharp cry of surprise as she collapsed with it, tumbling down with a rending crash into darkness.

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Integra came to in the dark, coughing and blinking dust from her eyes.

"Dammit," she snarled, trying to move, but she was pinned firmly under several heavy boards. She could barely see any light through the cracks.

Integra had never been afraid of the dark, she held control over the scariest monster that resided within it. But this suffocating closeness was different. Especially with a board pinning one arm against her chest, making it hard to get a deep breath.

"Sir Integra! Did she fall?"

"Sir Integra!"

She could hear the men from above.

"I—I'm down here," she called with a cough, furious at how weak her voice sounded in that moment. She didn't think they could hear her.

"We need to find another way down," one of them said. "We can't risk causing anything else to fall down there…"

Integra!

Her eyes opened again as she heard Alucard's voice in her head.

Are you all right, Master?

She coughed again, one side aching. She really hoped her ribs were just bruised and not broken. "I'm alive," she managed.

I'm coming to you.

"Finish your mission first," she snapped.

It is already done. And my Master's safety should take priority.

She couldn't deny the relief she felt as she tried to breathe shallowly.

The men started to shout as Alucard presumably came into the house.

"Alucard—Sir Integra fell down into the basement. We're having trouble getting to her."

"Don't worry, I'll handle this," the vampire's voice came from above.

"You can't just jump down there, you might crush her!"

"I know exactly where she is," Alucard assured and Integra felt him land lightly among the rubble, nothing shifting to sit more heavily atop her. "Integra…"

"Here," she croaked, trying to keep from coughing again.

Debris was swiftly cast aside, and finally the light broke through, leaving Integra staring up at the vampire as he heaved a large board away. A small smile on his face.

"Quite the scrape you've gotten into, Master," he said.

"Shut up and get me out of here," Integra snapped, shifting with a wince. "Something's pinning my leg."

Alucard returned to work and heaved a heavy beam away from Integra's lower limbs. The shifting of the debris also revealed the body of the ghoul which had been rather unfortunately skewered on a piece of rebar. Integra swallowed hard, seeing how close she had come to that being her fate, but she could no longer feel any weight pinning her down so she started to shift upright as Alucard put out a hand to help her.

She pulled herself to her feet before agony tore up her leg and she gasped, instantly collapsing again.

"Integra," Alucard said with a frown, crouching down as Integra turned to stare at her offending ankle, gritting her teeth.

"Dammit," she snarled.

"I believe it's broken," the vampire stated.

"Yes of course it's bloody broken!" Integra snarled. "Now help me up."

Alucard dutifully helped her to her feet again and Integra tried to limp across the uneven debris, but the toe of her boot caught and sent a new wave of agony crashing through her, leaving her biting her lip, letting out a pained growl.

"Sir Integra, if I may…" Alucard said before simply lifting her into his arms in a bridal carry.

"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded.

"You obviously cannot walk right now, so I will carry you," he said with something of a smirk. "Or would you rather I simply sling you over my shoulder."

"Enough, just get me out of here," she growled, trying to keep her face from flaming in embarrassment as Alucard easily leapt up through the opening and carried her outside. She knew it was unavoidable, given her current state, but it was still mortifying having to pass the worried faces of her men like this.

"Now put me down, I'm not a child," she snapped as he got her outside and he set her down on the front stairs.

"No, but you are injured," the vampire said. "And humans are incredibly fragile—even those with a will of iron, Integra." He smiled. He leaned in and Integra was about to snap at him before he said. "Take my advice, and use your convalescence as a reason to escape those meetings you have coming up. I'm sure a broken ankle is a good enough excuse."

Integra exhaled slowly, and a small smile found its way to her lips as she rummaged in her pocket for her cigarettes and a lighter. "You know, that is actually one of your better ideas."

Alucard grinned and bowed. "Always happy to oblige, Master."

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[oh-negative]

Folie a toi - Alucard x reader - Chapter 5 - Brennbee - Hellsing [Archive of Our Own]

New chapter!

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[neet0]

Monsters, Great and Small

After a long mission away from home, Alucard returns to find his daughter won't go to bed.

Is it self-indulgent? Yes. Am I sorry? No. I've got a keyboard and a few brain cells, no one can stop me now.

#hellsing #hellsing fanfiction #hellsing fanfic #alucard #alucard & oc #kid fic #dadcard #fluff

[rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth]

Alone No Longer Ch. 3 Who We Become

Finally, a new chapter after 47 years! (3 months) here's the AO3 link. Wattpad will have to be later since the mobile site is being difficult 😒

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[thequeenofdarknessblog]

The Wallachian Rose| Alucard x Female Reader| THE END

“Love is fire that burns without being seen;

It is a wound that hurts and is not felt;

It is discontented contentment;

It is pain that goes wild without hurting.

It is a not wanting more than well wanting;

It's lonely walking among people;

It is never to be content to be content;

It is caring that you win by losing;

It is wanting to be imprisoned by will;

It is serving who wins, the winner;

It's having someone who kills us with happiness.

More, how can your favor cause friendship in human hearts, if so contrary to it, is love?

Louis of Cameos

And after sighing bitterly, you closed the poetry book. You were depressed, bitter... like when you were separated from Alucard three hundred and twenty-three years ago. Currently your mind was filled with many “whys”?

Why didn't you intervene more?

Why didn't you fight?

Why didn't you go with him?

Why didn't you kill that catboy when you had the chance?

Why did Alucard leave... just... so easily after 323 years?

The mourning you felt was shared and understood by Seras Victoria who now had Captain Pip's soul inside her, with a will of her own.

you found it very cute

You taught him how to regenerate his arm, he was still years away from mastering the various abilities of a true vampire.

"The fact that you lost your arm before becoming a true vampire has nothing to do with the fact that you can't regenerate it now, if that were the case, Alucard would have had no head..." you explained bitterly to your new appendage while trying to regenerate his arm for the ninth time.

Vlad... Alucard... every time you remembered those names a huge and unbearable pain invaded your chest. As if they were tearing your heart sinew by sinew over and over again.

The worst thing is that you were a total masochist, since you were still in the Hellsing mansion... and the logic was that you were in France, but you decided not to run away anymore and face the miserable and eternal life that touched you... without Alucard.

Thirty... thirty years have passed and Integra had already aged, she felt somewhat guilty, and she tried to reward you but you told her that she couldn't do anything about it anymore. You really didn't blame anyone, but if you accepted the small personal room that I ordered to decorate for you, it was a small room with a long piece of furniture, a table where you put all the books you were going to read for the day, and of course, your personal blood supply next to your coffin.

Sometimes on the loneliest nights, when Seras Victoria's company no longer satisfied you. You went down to the basement where Alucard's coffin was, and you caressed the sealed lid, you detailed the phrase carved in Romanian, and shed a few tears.

And to think that it was the only thing you had of him.

One night, specifically when it officially turned 30 years old. You decided that you would return to France the following evening.

And at that precise moment, the unimaginable happened, several shots were heard in Integra's room. You ignored the fact, Seras would take care of it.

How did you not feel her presence and smell her?

Alucard had returned, he had been shot on the floor of Integra's room.

"They're still just as noisy," the vampire says amused, dripping with blood.

"You took a long time, Alucard... a long time" she said, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"My apologies"

"Where were you?"

“I was killing all the souls inside me, one by one, until there was only one left. Now I'm here and nowhere at the same time, that's why I came back” he answered without further ado, and after a silence he said “My queen?…” he asked Integra directly who after smiling answered.

“She stayed with us” explains Integra

"Oh really?" answered this.

"That's right, she has replaced you wonderfully... although, she's about to leave for France, you should stop being dramatic and go for her, it's an order" Integra says with a huge smile, taking a cigar from her nightstand.

As you looked at how the warm colors of dawn peeked over the mountains announcing the sunrise, you were almost ready to go, you just needed to pack a good dozen books for your trip.

Until you heard a voice, a recognizable voice, causing your skin to crawl, time to stop and your legs to shake.

"Are you going somewhere?" asked a male baritone voice. You turned slowly "I'm offended by the fact that you haven't noticed my presence" he continued speaking as he slowly approached you "because I felt every caress you gave in my coffin, and I felt every tear, and I heard every word" he expresses smiling, not even hell burned as much as the look he had on you, he was already close to you, stuck to you, he took you firmly by the waist. You still had your mouth open in astonishment "Shut your mouth, or a fly will get into you" and then I kiss you, being a king of passionate kisses.

I devour your mouth with enthusiasm.

You responded gladly.

But you were upset, you wanted to hit him, tear him to pieces, burn him, and after he regenerated, do it again.

But you had missed him so much.

Alucard purred, you were damn excited.

"What beautiful thoughts, I have such a sweet and loving wife" he had read all your thoughts.

You don't want to talk, but I didn't want to bother you either, not now.

After several kisses you decided to talk.

"Where were you fucking bastard?" Asked.

"Killing the souls inside me, there were more than three thousand, I was not going to finish in one day" he answered in his defense.

Does that mean not as "invincible" as before?"

"And now I'm here but not at the same time" I conclude caressing your face.

"That means... Are you like an illusion?... Are you not truly with me?" you questioned while melancholy returned to your eyes.

"You hear my voice" he whispers in your ear "You feel my skin" I run your hands over his face "you can taste my kisses and feel my body" and grope your waist "I am as real as the love I feel for you"

“This is unfading Alucard, it really doesn't matter what the fuck of beings we are. What we feel does not wither with anything, I love you" you recite caressing her chest

“Me plus My Lifeless Queen” and they inevitably made love for the thirty years they were apart.

Integra's last orders were that you and Alucard have a honeymoon outside the Hellsing facility and that we take care of his heir (but this is another story). Little by little Hellsing became a historical legacy that, like everything else, would be lost in the history of the world.

And in the distant future it would be seen as a myth.

With the advent of modernity, you and Alucard adopted a somewhat homely lifestyle with Seras Victoria. And they were part of the myths, it was fun to hang around the streets and hear people talk about vampires with three among them. Without expecting it, you had your long-awaited eternal honeymoon.

Count Vlad and La Rosa de Valaquia were already myths and legends.

Alucard the vampire hunter and Roses are part of the past.

Now they were just two avoidant beings who love each other.

And this story will not have the word "END" because as long as you and Alucard continue together and love each other, it will never have it.

This story shows how capricious and mysterious destiny is.

That love is not exclusive to humans or pure of heart.

And that monsters can love.

Always yours, always hers.

This Eviterna story has been consummate.

While in another different world.

A new love story between two young vampires is just beginning.

Coming soon: Hellsing and Castlevania crossover, don't miss it

With all your love, care and devotion: A Writer of Darkness

#The Wallachian Rose #Hellsing #Hellsing alucard #Hellsing ultimate #draculat #Hellsing fanfic #Hellsing alucard x Reader

[madarasgirl]

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.

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How They Like to Cuddle Part 2

Rip Van Winkle:

She personally likes any position that she can hug you in. She is very affectionate towards you and tends to get a little bored after sitting around. You normally cuddle at the end of a very long day and have her as the little spoon, she loves the feeling of her favourite person holding her after a long day! She'll complain and ask to move but will pout if you let her go. On the other hand, if she is in the mood for cuddles she will not let you go at all. It will start at any time in the day, she'll simply seal you away and make you cuddle with her all day or until she's had enough. When she wants them the two of you assume the positions of the spoon in which you are the little spoon and she is big.

Jan Valentine:

Jan is also a very hyper man but loves having you by his side, he especially loves your touch. He typically keeps you on his lap and has his hands firmly planted on your ass. On his off day when he doesn't feel too good or he's pissed off because Luke scolded him for having fun, he'll come to you and the two of you will cuddle. He likes to be on his knees hugging your waist while he lays his head against your chest and listens to your heartbeat.

Luke Valentine:

It's hard to get him to settle down with you and cuddle because he takes his job more seriously than his brother does. The times when you do get to cuddle he can't seem to get enough, he steps off his high horse and begs you to cuddle him or really to just spend time with him. He'll open his arms wide and kiss your neck softly as you stay in this warm embrace, it takes a while before he gets in bed and most times it won't happen. Since he's a vampire he works all day and night.

The Captain:

The Captain is nothing but a gentle giant when it comes to you, because of his superhuman abilities he is too scared to actually let himself hold you at all. Instead of him holding you, you hold him, and he will slide down low on the bed and rest his face on your chest while that, or if you really insist he will hold you close to him. Your face turned to look at him, hands gently placed against his chest as he plays with your hair.

The Major:

The Major initially thinks that it is a waste of time, why would he cuddle his beloved when he could be planning another war or waging against multiple countries? When you finally manage to get him to stop and drag him to your private chambers for some relaxation, he finds that this is the best thing he can do with his time...besides waging war. He gets many devious ideas when he is laying with you so he will occasionally come and lay with you for a few hours while he tries to get over his creative block. You sit in his lap and rest your head against his chest, he will occasionally give you kisses if you stay still or give him good advice.

Schrodinger:

This scornful energetic kitty loves cuddling with you, he definitely prefers you over The Major. Besides, you are much more entertaining than the kitty's boss. He likes to lay on you, his head on your chest, body splayed out on top of you. When you are on the move in a place he can't just lay on top of you, he will rest his head on your lap silently requesting that you let him between his ears.

Tubalcain Alhambra:

He is one arrogant mother fucker so he never takes any small position, point, blank period. He holds you and even carries you around nearly everywhere you or he goes. Not much to say when it comes to him, he is the big spoon, he is at the bottom of the snuggle pile, and he is the one holding you close. This is more because he needs to keep you safe, he loves you too much to let you get hurt.

The Doctor:

I am genuinely surprised you kept him out of his work long enough for him to consider the thought, let alone to actually lay down with you. You're his first so he is a little awkward when it comes to doing anything so domestic like cuddling. He is very basic, he just spoons you and lets you relax in his arms, he feels rather embarrassed when you hold him but he supposes it's a little nice to get away from his work.

Zorin Blitz:

Zorin is the type to pin you down in bed, she'll lay on you or hold you in a tomb-like hug while you lay on your side. She knows exactly what you need at any specific time so she very happily obliges, all she wants is for there to be a smile on your face. She can get a little antsy but if you haven't had enough time with her, she just picks you up and lets you hug her from behind while she carries you around.

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A HELLSING QUIBBLE THAT DRIVES ME NUTS WHEN PEOPLE GET WRONG

Alucard ALWAYS believed in Seras. Was Seras tiresome to him in her hesitance to embrace her vampiric nature, refusing to drink blood until she deemed it was time? Sure. But never forget that the literal first interaction surrounding this between the two ended with Alucard basically going "ho hum, if you insist, Police Girl" and then saying there was a place for her all the same. When Walter questioned him about why he turned someone so unlike him, Alucard's immediate response is to enthusiastically defend Seras and praise her resolve and her stubbornness. Never forget that his words of her were "She'll drink. All in due time."

ALUCARD ALWAYS BELIEVED IN SERAS.

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #hellsing fandom #hellsing fanfic #it just drives me nuts when people play it as though alucard just openly fuckin hated her #like NO DUDE vlad is just a grump he always liked and respected seras otherwise he wouldnt have turned her #like he basically says as much #when he gloats over his victory against walter he includes seras alongside integra #they're both mine etc etc you cant have them van helsing parallel with mina etc

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Aluvia Easter 2024

A/N: A little Aluvia family Easter drabble.

Please enjoy! <3

“Papa, why are we outside so early?”

“And where is Mama? She always comes to wake us up.”

Alucard gazed down at the twins clinging to his legs, their sleepy expressions and unkempt bedhead bringing a smile to his face. 

“I am confused as well. Mama just gave me orders to take you both outside before she left.”

“Mama left?!” The twins exclaimed in unison, tears bubbling up in their big, doe eyes. “Why?!”

“Worry not, little ones,” Alucard knelt down to wipe their tears. “Mama is not far. She is just–.”

There was rustling from the bushes before a figure hopped into sight with a basket and a beaming smile.

“Hello, Vasilissa and Zaharia! Don’t worry about your mama, she was helping me with a surprise! For I, the Easter Bunny, have come–!”

“Mama, why are you wearing a bunny onesie?” Vasilissa giggled, pointing at Olivia while Zaharia laughed beside her.

“And why do you have squiggles on your face, Mama?”

“I-I told you two, I am the Easter Bunny! And these aren’t squiggles, they are my whiskers!” Olivia scrambled to convince them, shooting Alucard–who had angled his head away with shaking shoulders–a venomous glare. “Now, I have hidden eggs across the cottage grounds! And if you find them all, there will be a very delicious treat waiting for you both!”

The twins’ laughter was immediately replaced with cheers as they scrambled off to find the eggs.

Once they were out of sight, Olivia bonked Alucard on the head with the basket.

“Don’t laugh at me, I was up all night sewing this together and painting eggs!”

“And I offered my assistance time and time again,” Alucard retorted, standing tall with an amused grin. “But you ordered me to “let you have your fun” so what could I do but obey?”

“Still….” Olivia huffed with puffed cheeks, eyes averted as she fiddled with a floppy ear. “Do I look silly? I know I’m not the best at crafts, but I thought it was a decent job.”

“You look absolutely ravishing.” Alucard inched closer, his voice a low purr and his fangs poking from his lips. “While our children hunt for eggs, I think I will hunt for rabbits. And my~my~aren’t you mouthwatering?”

Olivia’s face flushed neon red, ears listening for the twins’ laughter in the distance. 

But then, a sly smile crossed her face and she made a ‘come hither’ motion that drew a moan from Alucard.

“You think you can catch the Easter Bunny? Let’s see what you got.”

And she was off, thus beginning the hunt.

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“Zaharia, look!” Vasilissa waddled up to her brother, using her dress skirt as a basket. “I found some!”

“Me too!” He gestured to the pile in his arms. “This is great! Where should we look next?”

“Hmm, how about the–?”

Squeals and laughter interrupted them, and the twins turned to find their mama–i mean, the Easter Bunny–dashing into the woods with their papa in hot pursuit. 

“Ah, Mama and Papa are playing tag again.” 

“That’s their favorite game. I never know who wins though because both are always happy when they come home.”

“Maybe they take turns seeking? So they both win?” Zaharia offered, to which Vasilissa nodded.

“I guess so. Well, let’s keep looking and wait for them to get back.”

And the two wandered off to continue hunting for eggs while their parents took part in their own hunt.

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