#arthur hellsing

[zapfish-juice]

Humbling requesting Dawn era Hellsing (Walter, Alucard, & Arthur) ( ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ ) all some or none

The children are fightiiinnggg

[aruefulstage]

In the shadow of your expectations.

[amigdal]

Hellsing inverse AU if all Hellsing's masters is a vampire and Alucard is a human :D

[mirthfulmoonshine]

‼️ Poland plight

[author4013]

Yay furry!!

And also this outcast

[stupidcryptozooid]

I’m not sure if you’re comfortable with writing about teen Walter based on his character, but I was wondering if you could write something relating to him obtaining his drivers license? Or maybe he’s teaching the reader how to drive? Idk how to drive but I do know that people in the uk drive on the left side of the road. You can always add humor regarding how different teen Walter is compared to his older self. Ty for reading :D

Drive [Walter C. Dornez X Reader (Oneshot)]

//I wrote this during a school hour. Sorry if it isn’t what you wanted😭

Tags: fluff

Words: ~358

Walter started the engine as soon as he twisted the key; the poor car cried in response.

"Walter, we talked about this!" Arthur whined from the backseat—an unopened bottle of Antonio Ferreira clunked to his tummy, "You're just going to take it in for early maintenance."

Walter briefly looked at him, then at his right, where you were seated, his eyes rounding slightly. Then, he put it in first gear and lurched out of the Hellsing gate. The motor yelled, he shifted into third. Arthur sighed as you quickly put on the belt—bumps ahead.

"We still need to get to Iron's in one piece," Arthur wailed, resting his head against the back seat, "But you at least improved since last time."

You chuckled before your head hit the window. The Hellsing's head was sent right to the hood of the car. "What the—"

"Shut up, please," Walter puffed, dragging the 'please'. Both of his hands rotated the wheel to the right. The car successfully avoided a hole in the country road. Then another. Left. Right. Left. Left. Just like a carousel.

"Can we at least slow down?" you asked. Your grip of the armrest was as tight as you could hold it. Legs clenched together. You only received a sigh in return, and a jump out of your seat.

"Listen to them, Walter!" the Hellsing head almost shouted, dropping the wine bottle on the seat. Hopefully it didn't break. But this didn't stop the groans that followed.

"If you two don't stop whining, I will hit. Every. Little. Bump."

Arthur closed his eyes, cursing himself for allowing the butler even to get a driver's licence. Yet, he still complimented his driving skills to Sir Iron. How could he not? Walter was amazing for someone his age. Even with that hot temper. And, just like the bottle of alcohol in his hands, he would also tame himself with age. At least, Arthur hoped so.

And, on another note, he will have to make Walter teach you how to drive, especially since you would most likely be calmer. And given how he follows your trail like a lost puppy while walking to Iron's house—it won't be hard.

[k0eter]

"I ate a cat once," Alucard said matter-of-factly.

Abraham hadn't minded; the old man had never cared whether Alucard devoured the mice roaming the house or the stray cats outside – on the rare occasion the vampire was actually allowed to spend time outside. Cats had become a delicacy at some point, while mice and rats were a welcome diversion to the cold, stale blood in plastic bags.

But that one time he found a cat indoors – a young one at that, the taste was telling –, he terribly upset Abraham and young Arthur. Abraham had scolded the vampire; revoked his permission to roam the common rooms on the ground floor. And young Arthur had been crying for days, mourning the cat. At first, Alucard didn't quite understand why the boy was crying over a cat of all things. They had plenty of those in the neighbourhood, after all. The Hellsing estate wouldn't suffer any losses from a cat less, after all, wasn't Alucard their resident cat, albeit oversized and bipedal? He was much more efficient at keeping the household rat- and mice-free.

But then, after the distraught young Arthur had symbolically buried the cat - there was no body to be buried, after all, since Alucard had devoured it whole -, it dawned on the vampire. It wasn't just any cat. It was the young boy's pet companion, the one that kept the boy's bed warm at night and lulled him to sleep with its purr.

After that, Alucard decided that cats were no longer a delicacy. Abraham's wrath and young Arthur's grief had tarnished their taste; made it bitter with the taste of a grave mistake committed.

-- an excerpt from one of the dozen fic drafts on my GDrive

Edit: now available on AO3:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ruruxmi]

some bullshit to fill the lack of creativity of mine lately.

Happy Sertegra Saturday, btw