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@alvcrd (cont.)
“Someone’s extra moody tonight, what’s on your mind alucard?” She took out the other target which decided to flee upon seeing them with a ball of fire from her hands burning the poor creature to ash, a sigh escaping her lips. “is it the rate of ghouls popping up lately?”
Genuine headcanon / worldbuilding inquiry here, but based on your Hellsng verses / D's view of Castlevania's Alucard as a brother, do you think D would view Celes as a sibling type of figure, since she was sired by Alucard? ( note : I don't view her as Alu's offspring at all, just curious on what D thinks! )
{That’s actually a great worldbuilding question! In the Hellsing Verse, D’s view of fledglings sired by Dracula is akin to how one looks at people infected with a zombie virus. Ceres was turned later on in life by a bite. D tends to view newly turned vampires as more like thralls for their sires and not like REAL siblings since D’s vampirism is far different than Ceres’ case.
D wasn’t turned by a bite, he was literally born with the curse and he is a hybrid at that. So a lot of the vampiric rules and regulations kinda get kicked out the window since he’s a dhampir spawned from Dracula. He wouldn’t view any vampire bitten by Dracula as an actual sibling, unless they are born as vampires/dhampirs like Alucard(Castlevania).}
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Mel huffed, clearly flustered. “Ah- How rude! Are all Hellsing lackies like you?! I’m asking you since you’re the one snooping around MY area!” She said, stamping a foot and glaring at him. Where did he get off, laughing at her like this? “This territory belongs to my family!”
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Mel looked at him suspiciously. He was certainly up to something. “You better not be here to cause trouble. I’ve had enough of that.” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
She's lacking the usual confidence she has when doing this; so, hesitantly, she kinda sorta flashes D her tiddies.
Meeting the new head of the Hellsing Organization had been quite pleasant. Though Integra was young--she was also incredibly competent, strong-willed, and an overall perfect fit as Van Hellsing’s heir. After their meeting, D was free to explore more of the estate and spotted Seras approaching him.
Before he could open his mouth to greet her--she decided to greet him in a VERY unusual way. Undoing the buttons of her uniform to give him a view of extraordinarily large yet perky breasts! D had stopped walking and stood ogling--taking in the sight of her pale creamy skin, that appeared to be soft and warm. And her nipples were tiny-- pink--and erect. Perfect for biting.
Wait...no.
The hunter shook his head furiously. He shouldn’t be staring, he didn’t want to appear to be the common pervert! He was raised to be a gentleman for christ’s sake!
“I--I um. I have to go. Bye.” A dust of pink formed on his cheeks. D hadn’t expected Seras to do something like that--but if her goal was to fluster him--she succeeded.
As he was walking away, a coy smile was growing on his lips. Here he thought that woman would be an innocent little kitten. Guess his observations were wrong for once.
Hellsing Verse Starter for @voiivode
Rhythmic ticking of a clock filled the silence through the vast Estate, while the dhampir was waiting to see the new head of the organization. Van Hellsing’s descendant, Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. How strange-- it felt like yesterday the late sir was alive--acting as an uncle figure to the young hybrid within these same halls.
The dark hunter reminisced on his many visits here--befriending anyone and everyone that was close to his mother Mina and father Jonathan. And truth be told this place almost felt like an old childhood getaway rather than a paramilitary organization. Before he could realize, something had stolen him away from his memories as a bright flash of crimson appeared before his eyes. Demetri sensed another vampire in his wake.
“What? Who are you?”
"Why don't we get all of our feelings out of the way now? You dislike me and I don't like you, but in reality aren't we fighting for the same thing? An end to the vampire's curse. At the very least I'll attempt to be civil with you so we can work towards the same goal."
Funny, now the old fart wants to smooth things over after their many quarrels. D was almost tempted to respond with snark and sarcasm, but stopped himself, and realized there was truth in his father’s words.
“I’m very aware that we are fighting for the same goal, and I have no problem with being civil with you.” In the hunter’s mind, they wouldn’t even be having this conversation if the elder wasn’t so rude to him in the beginning. But the past will never be changed--what was done was done. D signed, allowing breath and irritation to leave him, at least now they could pretend to get along.
“We’ll just stay out of each other’s way. Agreed?”
So now with two incidents each from the other, Seras thinks it's time to level the playing field. Inevitably, they cross paths; for all her avoiding, there was little she could actually do when they happened to work for the same organization. He's as cool as ever, exactly what she'd expect, and Seras doesn't want to even give him a glance; her stubbornness takes control of her actions. As they cross, out of spite, she grips and squeezes his derriere before continuing to walk. Point two for Seras
It’s been a week since he’s last seen Seras. She was most likely avoiding him because of the--incident. D hadn’t expected to have a visitor during his alone time in the shower, he was almost certain that there would be no interruptions. But that was the price to pay for carelessness--poor Seras decided to waltz in and catch a glance of the dhampir in all of his nude glory. While masturbating under the show.
She must have stood there for a few minutes before running out of the room like lightning. It was kind of--adorable--her reaction to seeing him naked. D laughed to himself thinking how that encounter was perfect payback from what Seras did to him. Now they were even. Or so the dhampir thought.
As if on cue, the strawberry blonde vixen strolled through the hallway leisurely, innocent facade in full swing. He would have just passed by her quietly had she not grabbed his butt. Now. This. Was war.
D halted for a moment, then turned to look back as Seras continued to walk away. But he wouldn’t let her go too far. In just a few strides, D was right behind the young maiden and grabbed her shoulders. Pressing his well sculpted chest against her back, making sure his crotch was resting on her ass.
“Oh Seras dear.” The hunter’s lips were dangerously close to her ears as words were low, and sensual. Massaging her shoulders all the while. “If you wanted to watch me shower or cop a feel, just ask next time.”
Pale lips glide over her neck, ever so gently, taking in her scent. “I’d be delighted if you did.” And with that he released the vampire from his grasp. Going on his merry way.
