I really was intrigued by this request and so I wanted to take an approach where I do a version for both Anderson and Maxwell respectively! I had quite a fine time writing this. – Medinah
Enrico Maxwell Ver.
She was on the run. It seemed that no matter where she turned, the world had continued to shrink under her feet. It was her third night without much food or water, and she felt her stomach growl as she took refuge in a dingy London motel. She had traveled the far distance all the way from Italy to England, looking to escape a treacherous pursuer who had many methods to obtain her. She decided it to be unwise to even think of moving until the following morning. She had to lay low, show some forms of normality so that no-one would suspect her. The Vatican had eyes everywhere, this she knew for certain. England was not an exception to this terrifying rule. Upon closing her eyes, she remembered the crazed look in Archbishop Maxwell’s eyes as he promised that she would not be free of his tyranny.
______ was a seer, and this had come to the attention of the Vatican. She had the skill from a young age and used her ability to help others and give them a better life. She was unique, but she was still a devout Catholic girl who prayed to the Lord for prosperity in every waking moment. Maxwell had taken a liking to her, and her piety. She came in her free time to volunteer at the Church he operated and over time Maxwell developed conflicted feelings for her, falling deeper into a pit of confusion. Seeing the eventual outcome of this in her vision, ______ knew she had to get away. She respected Maxwell and didn’t wish to hurt him but he became somewhat fanatical, exercising his power when he could until she snapped and told him she knew what would become of him.
Maxwell had screamed heresy, and sent the Vatican after her. She had to leave her humble life and escape, knowing that if she was caught that Maxwell would do something terrible. She was sure of it.
As she felt herself lulling to sleep, she felt a presence in the room. In her recent visions, she saw only blurred shapes and an entity she could only feel, cloaking her and enveloping her. She felt herself being lifted up but her limbs were too weak to protest. Somehow, she knew it wasn’t Maxwell or the Vatican. Then she heard the voice drift into her ear.
“Don’t worry your little head, you’ll be taking refuge in the Hellsing household under orders of my master. Now, don’t be a pain and come along quietly.”
“Are you my saviour?”
“Hardly, but you can call me what you like. You would do well to keep your eyes shut.”
She touched his face, opening her eyes to see the glowing orange hue of his circular glasses shining in the dark room.
“God must have sent you to save me.”
“Well…who knows? Maybe he did.”
They left, on route to the Hellsing Estate in the dead of night.
Alexander Anderson Ver.
The Father shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts that often plagued his waking moments. In the many decades of his life, he had not encountered such a test from God. Something that questioned his core beliefs, challenging them to the very core.
His deep rooted fear had come to fruition; he felt a boiling, intense passion, right in his loins for a young woman who recently came to work at the orphanage. She was sweet and thoughtful, always mindful of him and bringing him small gifts of handmade baked goods when she could.
At one point, he found himself close to her neck, slightly exposed to his view. His nose was close to it, he took in the scent and felt his body fill with an unnatural warmth. He almost touched her then, and since his thoughts were ridden with the idea of intimate nights with her. This angered him, and eventually, he determined that God had sent her, a heathen that seduces men of God, to test him.
The girl, he comes to find, is a practitioner of magic, mysticism and spellcasting. Upon finding this out, he is infuriated and believes her to be a threat to the Holy House of God and unleashes Section 13 unto her. The girl is now on the run, unaware that the Father holds both lustful tendencies and disdain towards her, wishing to purge her existence. Somehow, she manages to escape to France where she has been finding small work to get by. Iscariot has calmed their searches for her as the orders were only given to Anderson’s closely acquainted, second in command Heinkel Wolfe.
The girl found herself in a market, purchasing herbs and other bits for a herbal remedy she planned to concoct for an open wound she had been nursing. A man dressed in a long, red coat and fedora approaches her, the atmosphere of the market changing in nature. He tilts down his eyes until he meets her, grinning with his sharp teeth.
“If you want to live, come with me. My master will ensure your safety.”
Uncertain yet knowing it was her only chance, she followed him into the unknown.
I feel like most of the fandom is already married to him SO LET’S MAKE THIS OFFICIAL AND JUST GET YOU ALL TO MARRY HIM K? Ahem….headcanons on the way! – Medinah
1) No one night is the same with Alucard; expect intense and passionate lovemaking with him whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He will remind you every moment that you are his, bound to him by blood and fate. A husband with intensity that will last as long as his immortality, that is Alucard.
2) He enjoys nuzzling his nose into your neck and planting kisses there, and anywhere else if you don’t stop him early.
3) To him, marriage doesn’t define unison but he believes in the symbolic value of marital union. He took the vows to show you that he is forever yours. He would do anything to show you his loyalty.
4) He is still as playful with you as the first day you met and loves to tease when he can. As well as his cheekiness, he also loves to lay in bed and admire you as you work about the house, musing how gorgeous and enchanting you are.
5) Actually genuinely stresses out when he gifts you things because he doesn’t know what to get. He knows you’ll love whatever he gifts you but he is such a perfectionist so he stresses out until you notice and then interrogate him to find out what’s wrong.
6) Strokes his s/o’s hair and always tells them he is there when they need closure or to tell him if he is doing anything wrong. Alucard is a very protective husband who will go to all lengths to make your existence and life one of comfort and luxury.
Whew, this took forever, and I’m sorry for that! This is much, MUCH longer than the last one. A lot more backstory too. I apologize for the lack of Captain. It was difficult to get him in there without it becoming weird of why he would be there, so yeah, sorry. I really hope you all like this. Do let me know how I did on this, I always love your comments (which I read on EVERY post) and talking to you all. Please enjoy and thank you!
Something cold and metallic pressedagainst ______ aching skin. The touch was a strange mix of pleasantand painful. As their eyes pried themselves open, the peculiar
feeling quickly transformed into an irritation. They were in a cell,
which only meant one thing: damn Millennium.
Groaning, they pulled their sore body
to their knees. In the dim light, the small square room was even more
dismal. A perfect cube with one side holding criss-crossed bars and
the other a plain metal sheet that wrapped to hold them. A metal
prison that stank of gunpowder and antiseptic, with only an oddly
brown-colored toilet in the corner and a thin mat in the other.
It shouldn’t have surprised ____ that
their conditions were so terrible. They were a part of the
enemy after all. It embarrassed _____ to be in this situation,
especially after having finally rose in the ranks of Hellsing. After
starting off as just another cannon-fodder soldier, they climbed
their way to the top, or rather, was one of the few that still stood
and still clung to their sanity. Most either died or went insane
after having witnessed all of the horrific sights that Hellsing dealt
with, many of which had to do with the No Life King himself, who had
no qualms with devouring the enemy right in front of the new
recruits. Somehow, _____ managed to become used to the screams and
splashes of blood. Maybe because they knew it was for the best, or
because they thought it was kind of cool, or maybe because they
rationalized that at least it wasn’t them. Whatever the case, ____
remained, through all of the battles, through the arrival of the
Draculina, Seras, through the hiring of the Wild Geese, and through
the initial fight against the Millennium members. And this did not go
unnoticed. Sir Integra was impressed, not an easy feat, and Alucard
appeared to be amused by _____’s talent of not dieing, despite the
odds. During Jan Valentine’s assault on the manor, ______ survived,
and that was the final tipping point. After such heavy losses, ____
was promoted, even standing above the newly recruited Wild Geese
(which, of course, Pip Bernadotte laughed at this before being
smacked around by Miss Victoria, who did not appreciate seeing a
senior officer belittled as they were). When it came time to escort
the No Life King, it was no surprise that _____ was assigned to
accompany the Wild Geese in their guarding. At first, ___ was excited
to find that they were going to be visiting such a pleasant place and
began to daydream about perhaps getting a well-deserved break.
However, it appears fate had other plans, or rather, Millennium had.
Everyone was busy during that night
when Tubalcain Alhambra and several other Millennium soldiers
attacked Alucard, including a rather tired ______. They had been
asleep at the time, but was awoken quickly by the sound of gunshots.
They had been stationed in the hotel as well, as a precaution, yet,
this seems to have been a mistake on Hellsing. While attempting to
gather up their guns, several men rushed in, far more prepared than
_____ was. They fought the vampires the best they could, however, was
overwhelmed by the numbers, which just seemed to continue to grow.
When their gun was knocked out of their hands, they knew it was over.
However, instead of devouring them as they believed, they were hit
over the head with the butt of one of the enemy’s guns and
immediately blacked out.
And now, _____ was under the gracious
care of Millennium.
The bruises on their arms and legs
from the fight had not healed, only worsened from the apparent rough
treatment of their unconscious body during the move. Blood stained
their hair, crusty around the area in which they were hit. Gingerly,
they wobbled to their feet, fighting off the nausea that was rising
in their throat. They were sick from the impact and injuries, but
also could not deny the hunger pangs that were rising in their belly.
_____ made their way to the bars, and
peered past the cross-stitched metal. There were other cells, yet
none of them appeared to be occupied. The faint light from the bulb
hanging from the ceiling, however, did not help with their vision.
The silence was unnerving; no one was around by them. Why kidnap
them, but then not even bother to guard or interrogate them? Wanting
answers, ______ did something that only seemed rational at the time.
“Oi,” ____ yelled into the hall,
“why am I here?” Their voice reverberated off the metal walls,
sending a shiver down their spine from the sheer emptiness.
When there came no answer, they huffed
before turning around to slump down onto the mat. They huddled there,
holding their knees to their chest, just realizing how cold it was in
there. A growl emitted from their stomach and they held it, pressing
their palm against the soft spot in hopes of silencing the ripple.
The continuous inner cry was interrupted by the sudden clang of metal
against metal. ____ glanced up, their eyes widening at the sight.
The Captain.
Not known by any other name but his
position, The Captain was only a rumor, a whisper, a
I-hope-to-God-he’s-not-real-because-otherwise-I’ll-shit-my-pants-murmur.
However, ____ knew right away from his appearance who he was, just
from the stories of white hair and red eyes, and his clothes, which
matched the military-grade outfit for captains. He was tall, much
taller than _____, and broad-shouldered with a face hidden behind his
collar and hat.
Here was the Captain, a mere legend,
standing before _____, with a tray in his gloved hands.
_____ was speechless, only stuttering
out breaths in an awkward attempt to form words. The Captain, on the
other hand, was quiet as well, yet carried a superior air around him.
With their back still against the wall, _____ tried to slink back
farther into the shadows. When he realized that they were not going
to come towards him, the Captain took a step forward, causing ____ to
flinch. He did not attempt to approach them further, but instead bent
down to place the tray on the ground. Their eyes locked with his when
he went to stand back up, but they quickly looked away. Their stare
remained on the colored-toilet until they heard the sliding of metal
and footsteps fall away. When they were sure they were alone, they
vaulted their body towards the tray. A simple sandwich, apple, and
glass of water appeared to be the most delicious thing that ____ had
seen in a very long time. They devoured the food and drink without a
moment’s hesitation. Afterward, they crawled back into their corner,
their thoughts racing and their skin still achingly cold.
As ______, thought over their current
situation, wondering how the heck they were going to escape a Nazi
prison, heavy footsteps echoed through the hall, making their way
towards _____’s cell. ____ stood up, preparing themselves for the
inevitable encounter.
“Ah, did out prisoner enjoy their
meal?”
____ remained silent, refusing to
answer the man. First, they stood toe-to-toe with the infamous
Captain, and now, in the flesh, was the Major himself. A portly man
with grin plastered against his face, the Major was dwarfed easily by
the Captain, who stood to his right. _____ kept their eyes on the
Major, but couldn’t help but catch glimpses of the Captain and his
own crimson orbs.
“It was fine,” _____ finally
replied, “thanks.”
The Major clasped his hands together
in a dramatic fashion. “Wunderbar. I know it vasn’t much, but I’m
glad to hear that it could fill some of zhat void in your stomach.”
____ quietly scoffed at the man’s
mock-enthusiasm. “Thank you again.” It was best to try and remain
polite. The last thing they needed was to go and piss off the reason
this war began.
“You are most velcome. Now, onto
business. You are probably wondering vhy you are here. Well, you see,
our Doctor has taken an interest in you and your apparent inability
to die, despite the dire circumstances.”
_____’s eyes widened. ‘Doctor?’ Who
the hell was the ‘Doctor?’ Was he the one that was turning those
soldiers into ghouls? Oh shit…
“So, you brought me here,” _____
said, “because you want to experiment on me?”
The Major’s grin stretched farther.
“You could say zhat. You impressed us, all of us, and zhat is not
an easy feat. Do not worry though,” he spread out his arms, “I
promise zhat it won’t be as bad as it sounds.”
“I don’t want to be a vampire.”
The words left _____’s mouth before
they could stop themself. It was true, they wanted to remain human,
please and thank you, but they really did not want to make their
captives angry. However, despite _____’s initial thought, the Major’s
grin did not fade, but instead, somehow seemed to stretch even
further.
“Ah, I know zhe feeling. Do not
worry, we wouldn’t dare take away your humanity. Zomething like that
is far too precious to lose. For it is your spirit that keeps you
alive.”
Okay, now the guy was starting to
sound like some inspirational poster. _____ wanted to meld into the
wall, but they remained, still under the watchful eye of both the
Major and the Captain, whose gaze had not left them.
“The process will be difficult,
true,” the Major continued, “but it will be vorth it. We hope.”
“Well, what is it then?” ____
asked, regretting the words once more, but their curiosity would kill
them before any sick experiments would if they were not told soon.
However, they were not given an answer. Instead, the Major shook his
head, the sickening smile never leaving his face.
“You vill see soon.” He locked
eyes with them once more. “For now, you vill stay here, with the
Captain here checking on you once in a vhile.”
With that last comment, the Major left
____ to themselves, the Captain trailing behind.
Having kept count of the days by sheer
memory, ______ was up to four days in the cell. It was the same
everyday: the Captain would come by three times a day with a tray of
food (always a sandwich, apple, and water) and then stand there for
just a little while before leaving. Each time he was there, _____
made use of the temporary company and attempted to talk to him.
Perhaps out of need for company, or perhaps their sanity truly was
slipping. Whatever the case, they were the only one that talked
between the two, the Captain remaining ever stoic and silent.
Usually, their “conversations” consisted of ______ thanking him
before reminiscing about the past, mainly events from their career in
Hellsing.
It was on the fifth day, they noted,
that something was different: it was much colder than it had been.
They sat on their make-shift bed, holding themselves, and attempting
to stop their violent shivering. When the footsteps arrived, carrying
the Captain and his food tray, they did not bother to look up. They
did, though, when they heard a sudden whooshing noise, and a darkness
cover their view. An incredibly warm cloak was now placed over their
shoulders. It was tucked close to their collarbone by two nimble
hands. The body to which these hands belonged to was now, as _____
noticed, shirtless. The Captain had leaned down to their level and
was adjusting his very own cloak around them. Because of his height,
his chest was more at eye length than his face, making the cloak seem
to be made out of ice in comparison to the hotness that enveloped
______’s cheeks.
“Um,” ____ said, “thank you
Captain.”
He said nothing, instead, standing up
from the shivering figure, stepping over the tray, and leaving,
allowing _____ to keep his coat. After coming out of their daze, they
gingerly ate the food, careful not to stain the coat. Normally, ____
would have purposely tried to ruin anything Millennium had, but due
to the Captain’s abnormal kindness, they decided against it. He came
back a little later, carrying a pile of blankets. He took back his
jacket, but made sure they wrapped the fabric around them first. They
thanked him once more, before he slipped away.
All of this was too confusing for
______. They were sought out by Millennium, imprisoned, being prepped
for some sort of experimentation, and now the infamous Captain was
bringing them blankets. What was with all of this? Why was he so
polite? Why did Millennium want them? It was almost too much.
Within the next few days, the Captain
came around more often and stuck around more. To ____, they enjoyed
the company, but was growing concerned by this need for extra
protection. Was it almost time? However, he remained polite, making
sure that they were brought food and blankets. At one point, he even
brought them a sponge and a bucket of water to wash off. Of course,
he turned around like a gentleman to give them privacy.
It bothered _____ how much they were
going to miss him and his visits when it came time, him and his damn
politeness.
You are in a meeting with God where everyone is discussing about how there is no good left in the world as hell is where everyone is going. As the person who keeps account of everyone’s karmas, you realise you haven’t been keeping record of the good being done in the world.
My job was to document good things and bad things. To tally points for judgement day. I was there when a human hit their significant other, or treated a dying person. I kept tally of the big things. After the meeting, I was going over my notes. The lists were scrawled with red. Stealing, murder, rape. Thelist went on and on. Green marks were a rarity, things like mission trips to give foreign aid, and developing a plan to end world hunger.
I never spent much time on earth. I mostly observed, but I had to understand why everyone had abandoned doing good. So, I took a physical form, and went to observe.
I landed in New York, one of the most red cities on my maps. I had millions of robberies and murders marked for this place. This would be a good place to observe.
First, I went to one of the poorer neighborhoods, where my lists practically soaked in red ink, and sat in a small coffee shop. People came and went, but I did not see anything bad happening. People were just going about their day. This obviously wasn’t the best place to observe. I stood to leave and find a better place when a man burst in the door holding a gun. I could feel a familiar radar ping in my head. Red.
“Everybody on the ground!” He screamed, and while I was immortal, I complied. “Open the register!” He yelled at the cashier. She shakily moved to open it.
It was so faint, I barely noticed it. A less familiar tingle at the base of my skull. Green. How could something good be happening right now? I ignored it. A fluke, surely, and continued watching the man with the gun.
“Shhh. Keep quiet, okay honey?” I turned my head. There was a woman with her arms around a little boy, laying on the ground. “I know you’re scared. But you’re gonna be just fine.”
Green.
Something like this had never popped up in my notes. I dealt in big things, with real impacts. This was faint, barely there, but good nonetheless. A mother consoling her child? That was just normal.
“I wanna go to my new mommies.” The boy whispered, eyes filling with tears. A quick look into his mind found that he was a foster child, and this woman was a social worker, bringing him to meet his new family. They stopped for hot chocolate.
I peeked into the woman, and found red. Stealing when she was young, getting arrested, the list went on. But there, in a little corner of her head, was green. Faint, but it was there. In that small corner I found smiling faces, little kids being taken from bad situations. These were small things, tiny instances that never popped up in my notes. I stopped my analysis when I felt another tingle, and turned to see an older man on the ground, flowers in hand, and eyes shut tight.
He was very red, older ones always were. He was in his fifties, and had been witness to murder, had run over a child while drunk, had been convicted for domestic violence against his husband, arrested numerous times. How could this man have even a shred of green? He disgusted me, human and flawed, he had caused pain.
But still, that little spark of green was there, and I delved into it. Inside, I saw a woman, bound in a wheelchair. She had a baby today, against all odds. He was going to congratulate her. She wasn’t his daughter, or a relative of any kind.
She was the girl he ran over. She survived. A little deeper, and I found him emptying his pockets to pay for her treatment, doing his time for what he had done, going to AA because he knew he had gone too far. He was a horrible man, bathed in red, but he did little things to fix it.
All of my observations had taken a nano-second. I was reeling, trying to understand what I was seeing. And I felt it. So faint I barely felt it, so quiet.
It was him. The shooter. He was glowing a red like few I had seen at his age. He was 20 at the most, but he had done bad things. Bad things, so many, gong back to ten years old. He was a bad man, how could he have even a hint of green?
I was sucked in involuntarily this time. I saw a boy, young and helpless, on the streets. He had nothing, barely a cent. I saw a teenager, and a baby that his girlfriend didn’t want. I saw a young father, single and poor, and doing everything he could to take care of his daughter. I saw hospitals, and a desperate man who couldn’t pay for his dying child. He was doing a bad thing. He was robbing, threatening lives.
Because he had no choice. He was doing a bad thing but it was for a good reason.
I has never thought of it like that. Far away from earth, things were black and white. There was no gray, there was no good reason for bad things. Were humans really this complicated? How could this man, bathed in red, be anything but horrible?
With a flick of my hand, I found myself doing something I didn’t think I ever would. His phone rang. He kept his gun trained on the cashier, and pulled it from his pocket. I knew what the ID said. He answered.
“Hello?” There was a pause, and his eyes widened. He slowly lowered his gun, and I could see the green glow a little brighter. “Who?” The gun dropped, and he glowed a little brighter. “I’ll be right there.” He hung up, and looked at the cashier. “My name is Christian Matthew Young. If you want to report me, that’s the name.” He glowed brighter. “But I have to go. I won’t resist if they arrest me.” He picked up his gun and fled.
An anonymous donor had just payed for his daughter’s treatment. Choosing not to do something bad was not a category on my list.
But it should be.
A walk down the street found tiny bits of green in everyone. Even those who glowed blood red. Tiny things, holding a door, dropping a few bucks in a cup. Why did I never see these things? I had never known that humans we’re so complicated. They did bad things, all of them. But I did not see one person without at least a speck of green. Bad things are always big. But good things can be as small as making amends, saying sorry, dropping a gun.
And when I stopped to look at streets filled with red, and I let all of the good melt together, people brushing past, walking quickly and slowly, if I let all the green of every person combine, it overpowered the red in a way I could never imagine.
They were good. Maybe not individually, but as a race, they were good.
On a hunch, I flew back to the clouds, and I looked at the entire planet. I let myself see the green specks, and what I saw made me realize mistake.
It was overpowering, the planet was bathed in it, glowing brightly. I had just never let myself see it. I had spent eons separating humans and looking at individual acts. But when I let all the good things add up…
The entire planet was green.
This was beautiful. Just… wow. Thank you for writing it.
Warning: Mentions of biting, blood, and hints towards NSFW content. I’m rusty so its bad
Summary: Reader becomes the No-Life Queen
Author’s Note: I have a headcanon that, despite his mate’s gender, Alucard still lovingly refers to them as his Queen. Also let’s just pretend that there is a bed hidden someone in Alucard’s “room”. (Please read the hashtags for information regarding my writing)
It seems to always be the case that aliens have names that are “unpronounceable by the human tongue.” But, y’know, humans are actually really good mimics. We can do impressions of anything, and some of us are really good at it. What if that was a special skill of ours that was constantly surprising the aliens?
Alien talks about human like s/he’s not there, only to be shocked when its own language comes out of that strange little mouth.
Alien can’t figure out WHAT that noise onboard is, only to find human crewmate pranking it. (“As soon as he leaves, I’m gonna do the sound of a failing hover engine, okay? Just see where he looks first!”)
Alien hears a different noise and a thud, then “Sorry, I tripped.” (”But you squeaked.” “Yeah, didn’t mean to. Sounded kinda dumb.”)
Alien is alarmed to hear the sound of two Dangerous Animals coming from the containment room. Thinks the one has multiplied. Runs in, find human yowling back at it. (“It seemed lonely, so I was talking to it. Reminds me of a cat I had once.”)
The away team is threatened by a Large Animal protecting its young. Alien Captain knows what to do. Shoves the human up front and points. “Make the noises that the little ones are making. This is your time to shine.”
The humans takes some time off, to spend time home. spends the whole time trying to teach the familys parrot “help! ive been turned in to a bird!” while doing their best to mimic bird sounds.
it works too well, the aliens are panicking, “WHO DID THIS TO YOU? DONT WORRY, WE WILL TRANSPORT YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS BACK!” they stare at the other humans, “how can you just stand at look at them? you build them a bird-home instead of contacting us?”
the parrot starts to sing a cartoon intro, while looking curiously at the alien, the human puts all their effort on not breaking out in laughter and revealing it was all a ruse
People should do more “meet ugly” and less “meet cute”. For example.
“I broke your nose at a mosh pit” AU
“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital” AU
“You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!’” AU
“You punched me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friend” AU
“You laughed in a restaurant but you have an ugly laugh and I thought you were choking, so I spent the last three minutes awkwardly humping you while performing the Heimlich maneuver” AU
“We met each other on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame” AU
“I get really sick on roller-coasters and you had the misfortune of sitting in front of me so, uh… sorry…” AU
“You’re the bastard who keeps parking right in front of my house so I retaliated by keying your car and you caught me” AU
“I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold a shirt and then leave it one more time I’m going to stuff it down your throat” AU
“You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” AU
“My new dealer has friended me on Facebook and I’m unsure of how to react to that” AU
“You saw me reading the same book you did and we got into a heated discussion on how much it sucks” AU
“This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and you’re deathly afraid of flying” AU
The Rose-Clad Demon Doctor 