#hellsing fanfic

[vermont-writes-fanfic]

How do you think yandere Anderson, Walter, Captain, alucard, and enrico would react to a reader that is just unfazed by everything, just completely be chill about being locked up in there basement/room. They're just like "at least I don't have to pay tax anymore".

Thanks Anon, this one was low key fun to do!

Request: Yep!

Warnings: None really

Characters: Alucard, Anderson,Walter, Enrico, The Captain,

Alucard

“You’re telling me you don’t want to leave?”

He’s shocked, amused is a better word really. After learning that not only are Vampires real, there at least two entire organizations tasked with killed rampant ones, and he’s turned you into one himself, your only question is: So I live here for free? He actually starts laughing when he realises you really just don’t care that he’s kidnapped you.

“Do you realise how hard it is to find a man who will take care of you? I’ll take the free, if questionable, housing and lack of silverware!”

Father Anderson

“Well that saves me a wee bit of trouble, thank you lass!”

He is absolutely delighted that you want to stay with him. He dislikes being rough with his little love so being able to have you so compliant is perfect for him. He gets concerned with his happy you are to stay in a single room all day so because you are so well behaved, he takes you out for walks and to play with the children.

“I like being in my room, I don’t have responsibilities and I get to play with kids all day, why would I want to leave?”

Walter C. Dornez

“Very good Butterfly, I won’t have to clean up after all.”

He’s a bit weary, you’d be fine living with a butler who takes care of an estate housing a dangerous vampire? Because you don’t want to deal with being an adult? To him it’s odd, absurd almost. Over time he believes that you simply don’t care about the circumstances anymore and will happily move you from the dungeons of the estate to his quarters. He even gets Integra to give you a job as a means to help around, he doesn’t want you getting *too* lazy after all. Some responsibility is good responsibility in his eyes.

“Walter, you take care of me and I get gourmet meals for almost every meal…why would I leave?”

Enrico Maxwell

“Really? Well in that case how about I take you shopping?”

Enrico is absolutely delighted by this, and in eyes this is exactly how you should have reacted so he’s more than thankful for your easy cooperation. He’s quick to take you out having full confidence that you’ll stay by his side and you do. He introduces you to Father Anderson and brings you to his ‘visits’ with Integra who is surprisingly amicable despite what he says (only for your sake). He tries to keep you away from the grand scheme of things, however should you find out he’s shocked to know that you prefer to stay with him (not that you ever had a choice).

“I get pampered and protect from monsters, why would I leave?”

The Captain

“You..want to stay?”

He is…very confused. However, if you’re nice to him he’ll be nice to you and he’s got no problem relaxing with you when he isn’t doing anything. Being a werewolf, he’s very comfortable with cuddling you and you almost forget what he is and the kind of life he leads because of how well he tends to separate things. Aside from being a murderer of sorts, he’s an exemplary man and you couldn’t be happier. There isn’t a whole lot of talking, but there is a whole lot of cuddling.

“Mmm, so comfy!”

[girlfaggirlycard]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87051596

FINALLY posted an nsfw sertegra fic for any pervs who wanna read

(It's quite vanilla all things considered but hey)

[madarasgirl]

A Night for Hunting Ch.27 – Retribution

CW: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, Millennium, graphic violence, Stockholm Syndrome, shadow writing, Vladcard WC: 6455

Thank you for your patience during the long wait! I hope this chapter will be worth the wait (I really don’t want to look at the doc anymore after so many months). Special callout to the readers who checked in to make sure I was doing okay. You guys are the sweetest. Huge changes are happening in my life right now.

At this time, this fic from Ch 17 onwards is only available to members of AO3 (accounts are free), where it is posted in full. This fic is locked and guest accounts will not be able to read it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45932020/chapters/174459011

An excerpt under the cut.

Pressing the trigger was easier than expected. Your temples rushed as you loaded him with silver. Revenge was good. Cruel bastards like him deserved punishment, not the privilege of running free. Hate-filled tar stuck to your soul and stained it black.

You’d always thought of yourself as a good girl who played by the rules, but pushed beyond the brink, you were shedding your skin and learning who you really were. You weren't as virtuous as you liked to believe, although you put on a good show. You were just as capable of being moved to anger and vengeance as the next person, eager to execute the ones who wronged you. A victim of circumstance now cornered, you were willing to do what it took to survive. 

You were only human.

These war criminals brought out your most violent impulses. It felt like you finally understood Alucard’s depravity and why he indulged in the thrill of killing. You embraced the enlightenment, feeling like he was here with you. 

Your sights settled on the nook of the vermin’s throat, wondering how it would feel to sink your fingers into it. The bloodlust was an all-encompassing blanket of wonder, nourishing an itch that should have been horrifying.

You wanted the Doc next, but right now, you were unfortunately stuck with this guy. The world was too unfair. It was this world that was wrong and needed righting, beginning with the death of this maggot named ‘Jan.’

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The enemies felt the change in tides. The air went static with dread. His essence slithered and crawled, limbs stretching at peculiar angles, some wide, some thin. Bullets struck him as the fodder finally snapped out of their trance and attacked in a swarm to prevent the progression of the inevitable change. 

Energy surged through the crowd and knocked back the flurry. He smiled. The shadows gained sentience, unfolding in coils that shot out in a maze, zipping through every direction in abundance. He had a lot of land to cover. His millions of eyes opened as his familiars came forth from the murky darkness. His ghouls kept emerging, flooding the streets before climbing each other in writhing, apocalyptic waves of undead.

Acknowledged, my Master.

Plated armor clinked when he moved. He summoned a sea of stakes to put down the swarm of incoming vampires and newly arisen ghouls. Arcane power thrummed through him, a limitless capacity for combat waiting to become realized.

It had been a long time. The First Vampire clenched and unclenched his gauntlet to stretch stiff joints, turning to inspect the forest of skewered bodies. The gazes of nervous lesser vampires darted about as they tried to fend off ghouls they were unable to control. The thought of fleeing flitted through the minds of hundreds. They did not expect this sort of pain as they were ripped into and devoured. They wondered how long they might stay ‘alive’ if they were impaled instead, whether their bodies would eventually be granted the mercy of true death if his stakes didn’t go through their hearts.

Fear had a scent. It permeated the surroundings the way it did back then wherever he ventured. A nostalgic homecoming, though he felt nothing but contempt at the Nazi’s mass production of ghouls through civilian casualties. 

They would perish for good soon enough. For you, he would fight all of them, even if it meant taking on the world.

Vlad Dracula tossed the tattooed nugget on an emerging stake and lanced her clean through to display her corpse prominently. She would wither into another carcass to be picked over by vultures.

He appraised the general pandemonium before him, pondering the work there was to be done tonight.

A demon of the old world had returned to haunt the land.

~To Be Continued~

Ch. 28 - A Memory of Light

[i-have-stolen-endless-names]

The Devil In Love - Chapter 3 "Sweet Wine"

Possible Trigger Warnings

>>Alucard is a Warning on his own.<<

Overall Soft-ish Yandere Themes

Mentions of: Reader cuts their finger, Alucard is eager to lick it away

Minors please do not interact! Reader is ofc 18+

Content

Reader is working at the Hellsing manor as a housekeeper

Story is set before the happenings of Hellsing - Still Spoilers ahead

Reader is gender neutral, no pronouns are used but "you"

Age, ethnicity, height, weight and any other physical attributes are never mentioned. You are free and encouraged to imagine yourself or an OC in this scenario.

Summary

Alucard is getting comfy in an almost domestic role

He starts to feel weird about you (Man is falling slowly in love, give him some time to grasp that)

He is his usual arrogant self but reader enjoys bantering with him

Index

Previous Chapter: Chapter 2 "In A Demons Embrace" Next Chapter: Chapter 4 "Delicate Blossoms"

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Devil I Know

Allie X · Cape God · Song · 2020

Gods. He did not believe in them. Not in any significant way other than they had forsaken him long ago. But when he looked at you like this he almost wanted to thank them.

Had he not died he would have never gotten to meet you. Unless the idea of rebirth was more than a joke fate had offered him - there would have been no chance you two would have met. But here he was. Sitting in the quaint servant kitchen of the manor with one leg crossed over the other.

He almost felt domestic. With how he watched you making dinner. It was not unusual for him toj just appear next to you when he felt like it. You had grown used to it. To the point where the whispers of the other servants did not affect you anymore.

For better or for worse you started to see Alucard as part of your day-to-day life. The vampire king appeared normal to you at this point in time. To such an extent that you had invited him to dinner. Well. Not really. Nothing you could ever prepare him could be consumed by him. Or rather, he could not taste it. So was his curse. Everything he once delighted in turned to ash in his mouth.

It mattered little to him if you were a good cook or sustained yourself off microwaved meals.

He appeared content with merely existing in the same space as you. It went so much deeper than that but he was more than alright with letting you believe this, for now. Alucard had barely paid attention to what exactly you were making. He just knew you were cutting something. His eyes were half lidded as he was more focused on your words. You were making comments about the Hellsing gardens.

They could use a few more flowers, you said, and he grinned at that. "Ah yes, the Hellsing manor needs more flowers… We ought to be careful to not damage them when cars and helicopters move out to defeat the evil of the world."' He mocked you, he often did. It was how he showed his affection.

Even Walter and Integra had to suffer amongst his way too big ego. You were no different. "Perhaps we should park the vehicles outside of the property so we have more space for your beloved flowers." What a dick. It made you scoff.

More importantly, it made you not pay as much attention as you should when holding a sharp knife in your hand. Alucard smelled it quicker than he saw it, though his body was moving no less quickly.

Suddenly he stood behind you, imposing and looming over your form. Blood dripped down your finger. The deep cut send pain to your brain and you dropped the knife onto the kitchen counter.

"You ought to be more careful.." A deep voice rumbled behind you. "That is all your fault! You distracted me." You grunted while looking around for the first aid kid. Never before had you needed to use it, thus the location was not marked in your brain just yet.

However, before you could step away a large hand cradled yours gentle. Alucard guided your hand upward. "What are you doing-" Your voice died out when you saw his expression. Predatory. Hungry. He was entirely focused on you, as if nothing else mattered.

A long tongue rolled out of his mouth. He never took his eyes off you as he moved slowly. Alucard was essentially giving you any chance to pull back. When you did not move away he dragged his tongue up your finger. Gathering up as much blood as he could a deep, rumbling noise left him. It almost sounded like a purr.

His eyes fluttered, almost like he had to resist rolling his head to the back of his head. You tasted sweet… like honeyed wine. He could get addicted to you. When you still did not resist he put your finger into his mouth and sucked softly.

His long tongue wrapped around your finger while he shuddered a little with delight. What a perfect incident. When he finally released your finger, he looked through half lidded eyes at you. "How wonderful you taste, little lamb." There was a pleased growl in the back of his throat while he spoke.

"Perhaps I should distract you more often." He squeezed your wrist, his fingers curled around your hand. The smirk on his face was more smug than usual.

Your cheeks were bright red and you stammered. "I-I think I really need to put a band aid on that now." Hopefully vampire saliva did not risk infection as a normal humans would.

"But of course…" Alucard reluctantly let go off you, his mouth practically salivating. He licked his lips before you could turn away. It was a dangerous thing, how much he liked your blood.

His teeth ached and his heart ached with need. Those few drops only increased his hunger. He must sink his teeth into you. Rather sooner than later. But he could wait. He was not a patient man. But for once in his life, he could wait.

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[sighingsiren-tales]

The Vatican's Thorn

🩸 “The Baptism of Ruby” — The Sacred Unmaking

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“You need a name,” he murmurs, voice low and electric. “Something worthy of what you are now.”

He kisses her temple, just once.

“Ruby,” he whispers. “For the jewel you’ve become... and the blood you wear so beautifully.”

~

The chapel had long been abandoned, the rotted wood the stained worn color of dandelion yellow.

What once housed solemn hymns now echoed with the murmur of something older—something darker. Candles flickered like nervous heartbeats. The stained-glass saints watched through fractured panes, their faces warped into silent screams by the flicker of flame and shadow.

In the center, the girl knelt.

No—Ruby knelt.

“Ruby,” he whispers through the memory of her prayers.

Naked, save for the crimson handprint across her chest, left there by Alucard’s palm. Her hair clung to her skin in damp clumps, her eyes wide, unblinking. Awaiting judgment. No... ascension.

From behind the altar, Integra emerged. Regal, composed, her boots clicking like the ticking of fate. Her shirt unbuttoned dangerously low, her eyes trailed downwards; The cigar smoke precedes her like a ghost

Alucard followed in her wake like a curse dressed in silk and shadows. He carried a silver bowl—ornate, etched with scripture in Latin and madness. It sloshed gently with the sacred blood of their enemies, freshly taken from a high priest whose last breath was a hymn to a deaf God.

“Do you renounce your former vows?” Integra asked, her voice smooth and cold as blade steel.

Ruby didn’t flinch. “I do.”

“For the jewel you’ve become”

“Do you forsake their God?” Alucard cooed, crouching before her, tilting her chin up with a bloodstained glove.

“I do.”

“Do you pledge your body,” Integra said, circling her like a predator in commandment robes, “your will, your hunger—to us?”

“and the blood you wear so beautifully.”

“To you,” Ruby whispered, trembling not with fear, but something deeper. Something ecstatic. “Always.”

Alucard’s smile was slow. “Then rise, child of crimson.”

But first—the blood.

Integra dipped her fingers into the bowl and drew a line from Ruby’s throat to her sternum, then across each shoulder. “In the name of death, we mark you.”

Alucard followed, pushing Ruby back until she lay across the stone altar, arms outstretched like a sacrifice too sacred to burn. He poured the bowl slowly over her chest, letting the thick, hot blood trail down her ribs, pool in her collarbones, paint her thighs.

“In the name of war,” he growled, licking a droplet from her navel, “we claim you.”

“And in the name of us,” Integra said, now close enough for Ruby to feel her breath, “we baptize you. You are no longer theirs.”

Integra leaned down, and kissed her—chaste, but electric. A final seal.

Alucard followed with his mouth to her throat, whispering against her pulse, “You are Ruby. Our Ruby. Our sacred sin".

The candles flared as if answering the rite. The chapel groaned, ancient and awakened. Outside, the sky cracked open with thunder.

And inside, three monsters smiled.

[dyvynyti]

HELLSING, THE DAWN

Forgotten, 1944. .˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.

CHARACTERS INCLUDED:

Alucard

Walter C. Dornez

It was always nights like this.

Nights that leave Walter thinking a little more than he should.

He’s always had a terrible habit of getting stuck in his own head, thinking too much about things that are out of his control.

The outside air was cold, the breeze blowing enough to chap skin and numb fingertips.

The leaves from the past season’s foliage had fallen onto the ground, coating the manor’s courtyard in a crunchy orange blanket.

A waft of cigarette smoke drifted through the window as Walter leaned against the windowsill, his icy grey eyes tracing the outside scenery.

The scent of the smoke filled the sitting room as the draft from the window blew some of the smoke back inside, combining with the warm scent of beeswax from his freshly polished pistol lying nearby.

He had already tuned out the sound of the gramophone spinning his favorite record in the background, consumed by his own thoughts.

“You seem busy.”

That irritating, grating voice.

Walter scoffs, his fingers pulling the cigarette from his lips and stubbing it out on the well-used ashtray on the windowsill.

“What is it this time?”

He responds curtly as he blows a plume of smoke out the window, turning his attention to the source of his irritation.

Walter doesn’t like being interrupted when he’s so deep in thought. It feels like he’s in the middle of something important, though he knows he isn’t. Still, it’s really annoying.

Standing by the velvet tasseled loveseat by the fireplace is a familiar face, one that belongs to the Hellsing trump card, Alucard.

He stands as still as a Grecian statue, having seemingly materialized out of nowhere. He looms just a few feet away from Walter, an unsettling but familiar grin plastered on his ghostly white features.

The vampire narrows his eyes ever so slightly before responding, his voice refined and calm, but laced with condescension. It reminds Walter of whiskey; smooth in essence, but burning on the way down.

“Do you think a monster is born or created?”

Walter blinks. The question feels out of place. Unexpected. Though, then again, everything in this organization does. Walter takes a moment to think before giving his answer, glancing over his shoulder at him.

“Created, maybe. Evil is a learned behavior.”

Alucard lets out a dark chuckle at his answer, shaking his head ever so slightly.

“Such a naïve answer.”

Walter frowns.

“I’m not in the mood for this.”

Alucard doesn’t respond to his dismissal, slowly approaching behind the butler with his gloved hands clasped behind his back like a lecturer inspecting a student’s work.

“You’ve been trained to believe monsters make themselves,” he says, his voice calculating.

“It’s much easier to kill something you believe chose to be damned.”

Walter’s grip tightens on the windowsill, vexation dripping into his tone.

“If something kills innocent people, I don’t care how it came to exist.”

Alucard stops behind him.

“Ah,” the vampire murmurs. “So the sin erases the story.”

Walter rolls his eyes so hard it almost hurts.

“Should it not?”

For the first time, Alucard’s smile thins.

“Then by that logic,” he says quietly, “you are simply another executioner in training.”

Walter’s pulse stutters beneath his pale skin. He whips around to face him, speaking through gritted teeth, his fists clenched at his sides.

“I am not. I don’t enjoy killing,” he snaps, taking a small, shaky breath in a failed attempt at saving face before continuing.

“I’m not like you.”

Alucard’s red eyes flick down to his wrist—right where his hidden wires rest. The wires he knows have taken the lives of countless undead creatures of the night.

“Enjoyment is irrelevant,” he replies.

“Action is what defines the monster.”

Walter swallows. “So what does that make you?”

Alucard leans down just enough that his shadow swallows Walter’s; close enough for him to smell the iron and corpse rot on his breath.

“More complex than your definition,” he says in a dangerously quiet voice.

“And far beyond your own comprehension.”

Walter stands his ground anyway, like a kitten raising its hackles and hissing at a mountain lion.

“If monsters are born into this world, as you’re implying,” he says, “then they can be taken out of it.”

“Careful. That’s the kind of thinking that gets little butlers promoted to martyrs,” Alucard murmurs, his grin returning in full force like a right hook to the face.

Walter can’t help but freeze in place for a moment. He knows full well of the vampire’s capabilities, having seen them firsthand. It terrifies him beyond words.

Still, despite being a butler, he is a soldier too. A soldier cannot falter, even when faced with something out of his caliber.

“You forget that I’m not the one the Hellsing organization keeps on a leash.”

Alucard doesn’t seem to like that too much. Walter can see his eyes narrow ever so slightly in response.

“And you forget, little one,” he says, “you can be replaced at the drop of a hat.”

His grin widens almost impossibly, a chilling look in his eyes that Walter can’t put a name to.

“You are a child playing with an extinction button. The heat of battle has barely marred your skin. Once you’ve been bested on the battlefield and meet your maker, they’ll have your job position posted by morning.”

Alucard leans even closer, chills running down Walter’s spine.

“You’ll be an afterthought. Forgotten and left to rot, buried under a rock. The dead are nothing but trash.”

Walter wears the look of a deer caught in the headlights of a semi-truck. It feels like he’s been hit by one, too. But before he can move his lips to respond, Alucard vanishes in the blink of an eye.

He stands in silence for what feels like an eternity, staring blankly at the wall. Deep within his gut, a pit of despair and rage fills him, his teeth clenching. He runs a hand through his shaggy black hair, pulling another cigarette from his pack.

That is the reality of being a soldier. Not just for Hellsing, but in general. You pay your respects, and then you move on. You’re forgotten. Eventually, Walter knows that will be his fate.

And that terrifies him more than Alucard.

[omnithebat333]

Hellsing Masterlist

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X Reader Pairings

Alucard (Dracula)/Reader

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing/Reader

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Poly X Reader Pairings

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing/Seras Victoria/Reader

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Ships I'll Write For

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing/Seras Victoria

[theloveandthedead]

Alucard's state for the past few chapters