#alone wolf au

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Hellsing OC: Barrett

Amazing commission of my favorite British punk with daddy issues

Art by @kinerxy

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Hiiii! I’m chomping at the bit for that Hans and Sabine content, 🙏 your fics are amazing!

How about touch prompt #24 for Hans and Sabine? Thank you!!

Aww, thank you! I had this scene planned out for my next chapter, so consider this a little teaser.

24. Whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

Sabine walked with Hans as he prepared to depart on his mission. Both of her arms wrapped tight around his. One hand tucked comfortably in the crook of his elbow, while the other linked their fingertips together. She chatted to him about anything and everything, but he didn't mind. Her voice was sorely missed when he was forced to leave the manor.

The pair entered the courtyard where a team of field agents waited with his transport. Sabine traced her finger along the curve of his palm and pressed his arm against the side of her breast. Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper despite the fact that none of the agents understood a single word that she said.

"I heard a tiny rumor that your new handler has developed a crush on you."

Hans glanced at Sabine out of the corner of his eye. The deepening of his frown was the only outward reaction that he showed. Sabine smiled mischievously.

"That's not too surprising, is it? A big, strong, handsome man like you is bound to turn heads."

The muscle of his jaw clenched at the irony of Sabine accusing him of drawing attention from the opposite sex.

His eyes scanned the crowd until he found who he was searching for. As with all field agents, Hans was constantly aware of her presence, but he couldn't recall a single instance where he had really looked at the woman. His assigned handler was slightly taller than Sabine. Her body was lean instead of curvy. She kept her blonde hair short compared to the long wave of Sabine's black curls.

He supposed that she was attractive. By human standards.

The handler's dull, blue eyes met his. She seemed surprised that he was staring at her. She glanced at Sabine, then looked away with a slight blush on her face.

Sabine leaned forward and narrowed the distance to his ear.

"Should I be worried, Hans?"

Hans turned so fast that Sabine was forced to sink back on her heels. His lips curled over his fangs and he snarled in her face. The field agents stared at them as Sabine tossed back her head and laughed. Unlike the security of the manor, most of the field agents didn't know anything about him. Their assignment was to transport him and handle human interaction while he completed his mission. They didn't speak to him or ask personal questions and that was the way he liked it.

Sabine's laughter faded as he was given the order that it was time to move out. She held the front of his uniform as he bent down to meet her height. Hans expected her to kiss him, but she turned his head so that her lips brushed against his ear instead.

"Hurry back to me."

Sabine pressed a perfect imprint of her red lipstick underneath the jagged scar along his jaw. She was a relentless tease who tormented him with her flirtatious ways, but jealousy and possession ran deep in her nature. At her core, Sabine was just as much of a werewolf as he was, and werewolves did. not. share.

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"stay the night?" said so soft it might’ve been a wish. Sabine and Hans (maybe in Hans' cell?)

I know this was a request for later in the story, but I was immediately inspired for a flashback. This takes place shortly after Sabine's capture by Millennium. Before her forced heat and subsequent pregnancy

Hans rolled off of Sabine and lay flat on his back. The cool air of the underground bunker had dried the sweat on their skin as they waited for their bodies to separate. The time spent locked together had given Hans a chance to catch his breath.

Sabine laid on top of his outstretched arm. Her head rested against his bare chest. Her fingernails traced lazy patterns down the hard line of his stomach. He watched as the top of her head slowly rose and fell with each of his steady breaths. He would have laid there and held her for hours if intimacy was a luxury that he could afford.

The will of his Master's command dragged Hans to his feet. He felt her eyes burn into him as he quickly dressed in his uniform. It didn't feel right to leave his mate so soon after sex, but what choice did he have? His orders were clear.

Complete your duty and return to your station.

Hans was almost at the door when Sabine's words made him stop.

"Stay the night?"

She seemed as surprised by the request as he was. Had she ever asked a lover to stay once the carnal act was completed? The vulnerable look in her eyes told him that she had not.

Hans turned away from the door. Each step closer to the bed increased the pressure against his chest. It physically hurt to defy the Major's orders, but the pain was gradually becoming more tolerable the longer he spent with Sabine. He grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look at him as he shook his head. As much as the Major desired a battalion of his offspring, he knew that the selfish war monger would not allow any distraction from his grand plan. If Hans showed an ounce of rebellion, Sabine would be discarded.

She closed her eyes to avoid looking at him. A cynical smile spread across her lips as she pulled out of his grasp and flopped onto the bed.

"Fine. Go then. I'll be right here when your balls need to be emptied."

Sabine turned her back to him as Hans marched to the door. The burn of his dog tags eased, but the connection to his mate strained as he heard her sigh.

"Where else would I have to go?"

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I am so, so excited for you to get back into writing and I am craving Barrett bad bad. If you wouldn't mind pretty please consider the following two prompts for Briarrett:

✭ sharing headphones and they keep looking at you during the best part of the song. you don’t even know what the song means to them but suddenly it means everything to you.

✭ their voice cracking just a little when they say your name for the first time in a long time.

Thank you for the request! I always have time for Briarrett. I did switch the order of these just for continuity sake. Minor, cryptic spoilers for what happens at the end of my upcoming Alone Wolf: 1999 fic

Their voice cracking just a little when they say your name for the first time in a long time:

Barrett struggled through the scorched forest and up the side of the cratered hill. He lamented the irony of how easy such a walk would have been before. Now, his chest burned with effort as he secured stable footing for his remaining leg and swung the crutch out in front of him. One agonizingly slow step at a time.

The scent called to him, filling him with a tenacity that he hadn't felt in months.

He crested the hill and stood at the edge of the clearing. His sensitive hearing detected the sound of a woman crying. Who was she, and why did she smell so familiar? Barrett observed the soft, huddled shape. Her round shoulders shook underneath her blonde hair. He recalled a brief, but passionate fling in France. Her scent was what had initially attracted him to her. And Pip…

Barrett breathed through his nose, determined to bury the painful memory of his best friend and focus on the woman in front of him. She wasn't human or a werewolf, but something else. A fairy, perhaps? What was her name?

"Briar"

His voice cracked. She didn't hear him over the sound of her muffled sobs. Barrett cleared his throat and stepped further into the clearing.

"What are you doing here, love?"

Sharing headphones and they keep looking at you during the best part of the song. you don’t even know what the song means to them but suddenly it means everything to you:

Briar knew what the anniversary of the Battle of London did to Barrett. It was a hard day for many people, herself included, but she had resolved to give him his space.

She finished washing dishes and sighed. The silent garage loomed across the impassable expanse of her kitchen. It wouldn't hurt just to check on him, would it? Briar pulled a shawl from the back of the chair and wrapped it around her shoulders before pressing her ear to the door. "Barrett?"

No answer. Concern for his well being made her turn the knob and stick her head inside. Barrett sat on the tattered loveseat against the far wall. He had placed it there so that she would have a comfortable spot to sit while he tinkered on Tilly's engine. It was the only activity that seemed to calm his troubled mind. His tools lay untouched. His hands folded behind his head. She watched as his prosthetic leg bounced up and down in agitation.

"Barrett? I was just-"

The bouncing stopped. Her words fell silent as he cracked open his glowing red eyes and fixed her with a hard stare. She ducked her head and prepared to close the door before she heard him slide to one end of the loveseat. She looked up as he patted the empty spot by his side.

Briar sank into the worn cushion and accepted the ear bud that he silently offered. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, holding her close as punk rock blasted through the speaker. Briar didn't mind. The fast tempo and harsh vocals always made her think of Barrett.

She listened to the outrage and rebellion in the singer's voice, then noticed that Barrett was staring at her. She turned her head and looked into his eyes. As always, he let the music speak words that he couldn't.

I'm gonna stay right here

Ain't got nothin to fear

Watch out for me now 'cause

I'm alive

I'm alive

I'm alive

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I love when I get to write Hans absolutely losing his shit. He's such a damn stoic character all of the time. Let me write the werewolf rage!

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Alone No Longer Ch. 11- Material Girl

The rivalry between Hans and Walter heats up

Sabine reveals her backstory (tw)

A deadly stranger attacks when Sabine is most vulnerable

"This is a shopping trip, not the end of the world."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40825212/chapters/161525251

https://www.wattpad.com/1518187805-alone-no-longer-material-girl

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Alone No Longer Ch. 10- Wicked Games, Darkest Dreams

Sabine struggles with motherhood and is a general menace to Arthur.

Walter acknowledges his closeted monster fucker urges.

The gauntlet is thrown at Hans.

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Alone No Longer - Wicked Games, Darkest Dreams

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Sorry (not really) for all the Hans and Sabine stuff I've reblogged and am about to reblog. The urge to pic up my story has fully kicked down my door and wrapped me in a choke hold. I've been on hiatus since January but I feel like this is the one 🤞