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lady-wallace · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 7 - "Eternity is Misery" (Hellsing)

Have some Alucard whump for today's @whumptober story!

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Prompts Used: Radio Silence, 'Can you hear me?' Fandom: Hellsing Character: Alucard

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It had been three days since Alucard had gone radio silent and that did not sit well with Integra. As impudent as the vampire could be at times, he was still unretractably bound to her and the fact that she had heard nothing from him, and he was now over two days late for his mission report, she could only assume something had gone horribly wrong. And not the kind of horribly wrong that ended with Alucard destroying a whole town or something of that nature. This was more serious and Integra fought not to let her nervousness show as she drove with Walter and several of her best men to the location of Alucard's last mission.

Integra reached into her pocket for her cigars and pulled one out, tucking it between her lips. "I swear, if I find him just sitting somewhere ignoring me, I'll rain hell down on him."

"I'm sure there's an explanation for his absence," Walter said, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. "I'm sure Alucard is aware of how foolish it would be to test your patience."

Integra flicked on her lighter and inhaled as she lit her cigar. "I would hope that he does," she muttered.

But honestly, she genuinely hoped that this was just a case of the vampire being defiant, because she did not want to think about what could have possibly kept him away against his will. If that was the case, and he had somehow been detained by another party, then they had a lot more to worry about than a petulant vampire king.

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It was a seemingly unassuming location but one where suspicious activity had been taking place, leading Integra to initially send Alucard to investigate. What they found when they arrived at the old manor house was silence—too much silence—and yet she could instinctively tell that Alucard was close. His bond to her allowed for that, but it did not feel as tangible as it usually did and that only worried her further. Integra commanded her men to spread out and search the premises as she took Walter with her to search the bowels of the manor.

"I don't like this, Walter," she muttered to him.

"I agree that something does not feel right, Sir Integra," he commented. "Perhaps we should take more precaution…"

Master….Integra….

Integra suddenly stopped as the phantom voice barely whispered in the back of her mind. "Walter," she called and turned down a hallway, heading deeper into the house. There was a locked room at the end of the hall and Integra wasted no time in pulling her pistol and shooting her way in. She shouldered the door aside and stepped into the room, squinting in the sudden bright light after the dim interior of the house, the cause being a giant skylight that currently had the sun pouring in through it.

And below, in the pool of light, lay Alucard.

"Alucard!" Integra rushed over, horror clenching in her chest as she took in the vampire.

He had been stripped to the waist and bound to a table with warded restraints. On top of that, sigils had been carved into his flesh, and multiple silver stakes had been driven through his body, pinning him at the shoulders, ankles, hands, and two through his sides. Integra wasn't sure of the sigils exact function but it was obvious they were binding his powers in some way. He looked horrific, skin burned and blistered by the sun he had been unable to escape for—what? Two-three days, now?

"My God," Integra muttered, already yanking her overcoat off to try and cover his body, using herself to block the sun from his face as she leaned over him. "Walter, call the others in here now."

She could hear the butler on the radio, as she reached down and carefully lifted Alucard's lolling head.

"Alucard, can you hear me?" she called, digging her nails into his jaw. "Answer me, Alucard—that is an order!"

He was unnervingly silent. Integra ground her teeth, hiding her concern with fury. "You better not be playing around, Alucard," she growled out, but was already pulling her glove off with her teeth, biting into her finger until it bled. She lowered the drop of blood to his split and chapped lips, running her finger carefully across them.

"Come now, Alucard. I won't give you any more until you wake up."

Relief washed through her as she watched his lips part slightly, a tongue that sounded as dry as sandpaper darted out to gather the blood from his lips. Eyes fluttered, revealing a familiar crimson light.

"My master…" Alucard whispered.

"That's better," Integra said, fighting to keep the relief from her voice. "What in God's name happened to you?"

A strangled chuckle escaped the vampire's throat. "What indeed?"

The other Hellsing men hurried into the room and Integra shifted around to the head of the table, still shielding Alucard's head with her shadow. "Get him off of this thing now!"

The men swarmed around the table, working at the restraints as Integra bent over Alucard.

"Who was it? Are they still here?"

"No," the vampire whispered. "They've left me to my own devices for the time being. They knew they could not take me at my full power." A slight cough escaped his throat and Integra watched as blood spattered his lips. Likely a result from the silver stakes stuck through him.

She lowered her voice. "How bad are you right now? Do not lie."

A soft chuckle as his eyes flickered open briefly to look at her. "Concerned for me, master? I'm flattered."

"You are an asset I cannot afford to lose," Integra snapped, annoyed by the smirk that turned up his bloody mouth. "So, will you recover?"

"I will need…some time," he said and sounded so tired, so much more tired than she thought she had ever heard him before. Integra could not help the well of worry that settled into her gut.

Alucard flinched with a gasp as one of the men began to pull the stakes from his body.

"Careful!" Integra snapped before she could stop herself.

Another chuckle, wet this time, hissed from his throat. "You are worried about me. How sweet, my Master Integra."

"Shut up and reserve what strength you have left," Integra snapped, fighting the annoyed flush that wanted to spread over her face. Ignoring the terror that consumed her at the thought of losing Alucard, especially to some unknown enemy.

His eyes slid shut, actually seeming to obey her, though he trembled as they finally finished freeing him, betraying his weakness at the moment.

"Walter," Integra called and the butler came to her side instantly. "Help me get him up. Can you stand, Alucard?"

"I will do my best, Master Integra."

She and Walter each took an arm and lifted him up off the table. "Quickly, give him your coats," she snapped at the men.

Several of them peeled off their coats, wrapping them around Alucard's exposed skin and covering his head. It was a slow walk out to the cars, Alucard leaning heavily against Integra and Walter's shoulders. This close, she could feel the tenseness in his body, hear every nearly silent hiss of pain as he moved. His bare feet left bloody footprints behind and Integra realized they had also carved sigils into the soles of his feet. Still, she knew offering to have the men carry him would only wound Alucard's pride. He would recover in time. He always did. She had no reason to worry.

He seemed impossibly weak by the time they got back to the car, slumping into the backseat with a cut off sigh of relief. The car was equipped with well-tinted windows specifically so that Alucard could ride in it comfortably during the day if need be, but he still stayed bundled in the various coats, slumped against the seats, head hanging toward his chest.

Integra turned to her men. "Stay and investigate. I want to know who did this," she said before turning to Walter. "Let's go, Walter."

The butler nodded and Integra climbed into the backseat next to Alucard.

As the car started, the injured vampire lolled his head toward her, eyes opening briefly, peeking out from behind tangled hair.

Integra finally allowed herself to reach for another cigar, lighting it and waiting for the smoke to fill her lungs, calming her.

"Master Integra?" Alucard rasped and the woman raised an eyebrow at him. "Would it be…too bold to ask for a donation of blood?"

Integra plucked the cigar from her lips. "Did I not already give you some?"

A sigh. "It will take…much more than that for me to heal. These sigils…even now they're binding my strength. If I cannot heal them, then I cannot heal the rest of me."

Integra glanced up at him, wondering what else had been done to the vampire during his captivity. He was hunched toward her, head very nearly resting on her shoulder, eyes practically begging. She refused to conjure the image of a begging puppy, and normally she would have told him to sod off, but she had never seen him injured this badly before. He was actually…hurting…and that didn't sit well with her at all.

She took another long draw from the cigar before she stubbed it out and started to roll up her sleeve.

"Very well, but just this once, mind you," she said. "I will not tolerate you getting any ideas that you can ask for more than a drop of my blood any time you wish."

"Of course not, Master," Alucard said quietly, a small smile gracing his lips. "Your generosity is much appreciated."

Integra grunted and pulled a knife from her pocket, bringing it to her forearm. She cut a thin line through her flesh and watched Alucard's eyes fix on the red line of beaded blood, nostrils flaring.

"There, come drink. But only what you need, understand?"

Alucard slumped limply, cheek propped against her arm just like a loyal dog. Integra's eyebrows knitted together with brief annoyance at his boldness, but she did not scold him, simply pressed the arm she had cut to his mouth and allowed him to drink from her veins. He brought one bloody hand up to cradle her wrist in a gentle way as if she were a delicate thing he was scared to break.

His eyes slid shut as he drank, his wounded body relaxing into the seats.

Integra leaned back, watching him intently as his tongue worked against her wound. He was careful not to let his fangs catch on her skin and she realized that he must be exercising an impossible amount of restraint right now so as not to simply drain her in one go.

Something fluttering very close to affection made its way through Integra and she brought her free hand up to rest against the soft, dark locks, unable to resist running her fingers through them.

"Alucard, when we get back, I want you to rest for as long as it takes you to heal," she said decisively.

He stopped drinking her blood and turned to look up at her with some surprise. "But, Master, surely I am needed with this new threat."

"Providing what information you can will be enough, I cannot risk letting them take you again," Integra told him, fingers tightening against the back of his skull to make sure he got her meaning. "I don't take kindly to those who try to take what belongs to me. Your orders are simply to rest up and heal. You will be no good to me in such a weakened state."

A small smile, perhaps more grateful than anything, spread across his lips this time, and Alucard pulled Integra's hand to his lips, kissing it. "As my master wishes."

Integra nodded firmly, her other hand subconsciously stroking his hair once before she allowed him to go back to feeding, already planning the hell she would rain down on anyone who dared assume they could take the vampire from her.

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claracivry · 2 months

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hi! would you please be able to do ‘nothing is waking them’ for kell? maybe with a happy ending with rhy and lila there 🥺

love all your kell works sm<3 poor baby is so whumpable

Sorry it doesn't have a lot of Lila, for some reason Alucard POV came to me and then got away from me. It is a bit long than my usual stuff, so I hope you enjoy regardless! (and yes this man is so terribly whumpable is a delight)

Have a won't wake up Kell!! (x)

#my fics #shades of magic #kell maresh #rhy maresh #alucard emery #whump #whump fic

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alpaca-clouds · 1 year

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Winter Whumperland 01: Returning Nightmares

This is me, trying out AMOW's Winter Whumperland Challenge.

Fandom: Castlevania (Netflix)

Characters: Adrian, Trevor, Marie (Trevor and Sypha's child)

Genre: Whump with some Fluff

Length: 958 words

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He had not been there, when his mother had been killed and yet in his dreams he so often was. Standing there, among a crowd, seeing her burn, the fire first blistering her skin, burning her hair and searing away that simple linen dress, before gnawing on her flesh. She would scream much longer than he knew people to scream during burnings like that. It was not the worst part about it, though. The worst part was, that he could only stand there and watch, himself unable to move, unable to stop them, unable to save her. He would just watch, utterly paralyzed with it.

At times he would wake at this point, but he did not this time. Instead, once more seeing his father arriving at the castle. He heard himself speak those words once more: “I will grieve with you, but I won't let you commit genocide.” As his father turned, the man Adrian had known for his entire life was gone. There was no loving father anymore, no man who would look at him with pride. There was only burning rage and a cold, cold hatred. As Adrian drew his sword, his father was already there, punching him, throwing him to the ground. And Adrian's heart was faltering. He knew he should command his sword to defend him, should get back up, but as he looked in this face that had been there for his entire life he could not. He screamed, when his father's claws buried themselves into his chest, when he realized that his father really was going to kill him.

It was this pain, that woke him. He opened his eyes, trembling. Sweat covered his face, even though it was a fairly chilly night. He took a few deep breaths, once his mind finally returned to the presence. It had been almost seven years ago. His father was dead. He had survived. He had a family of his own by now. Two wonderful humans sleeping by his side. A young child in a crib.

Rain was splattering against the window, as it was a stormy autumn night.

He had forgotten about one person sharing the bed tonight. “Papi?”

As he turned to the side he found Marie, who had been sleeping between Trevor and him. Right. As so often during nights like this, she had been unable to sleep, awoken by the thunderstorm earlier this night, fleeing to her parents’ bed.

“Everything is fine, sweetheart,” he whispered. He laid down again, turning to her. Softly he caressed her rosy cheeks. “I just had a bad dream.”

The six-year-old looked at him with a serious gaze. “I know bad dreams,” she said, as if he did not know it. After all bad dreams were the second most common reason for her to flee to their bed. He smiled softly.

“I know.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” she offered seriously, just as they would often offer it to her.

Mirroring his gesture, her little hands carefully put a strand of his hair behind his pointy ears.

He hesitated. She was still too young to hear about what had happened before she was born. She did not need to know more than she did already about the time his father tried to extinguish humanity from the face of the planet. Neither did she need to know that his mother had been burned as a witch. She knew that something bad had happened, of course. There were enough other children and youngsters in the village who had lost family to Dracula's attack. But she had never learned that the mad vampire king was her own grandfather. At least in spirit.

“I dreamt of the time my mother died,” he hence replied, not elaborating. “That's all.”

She took that in, her expression still ridiculously serious. “You miss her, right?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

“I am sure that one day you will see her again,” she then decided with a smile, her hand now resting on his cheek.

He chuckled. Ah, maybe she was right of course. He supposed that even though he was immortal there would come a day when he would die as well. Killed in battle, probably. At some point even he would die. “You are probably right.”

There was a grunt behind Marie, as Trevor opened his eyes. “What are you two talking about in the middle of the bloody night?”

“Papi had had a nightmare,” Marie replied.

“Had he now?” Trevor looked at Adrian questioningly. There was instant worry in his gaze, making Adrian sigh.

“It's alright,” he replied. “I am alright.”

Trevor sighed, doing just the same as his daughter had before: Combing some loose hairs from Adrian's face behind his ear. “Tell me if it isn't, okay?”

“You know I will.” Careful to not squish Marie between the two of them, he leaned his forehead against Trevor's, for a moment just soaking in this familiar touch. The closeness. He was not alone. Even with his parents gone, he wasn't alone.

Being held by this man was always a balm on his soul. And somehow Sypha was still sleeping to all of this – as was little Simon.

Marie was the first one to yawn again. She closed her eyes, cuddling up to Adrian as she did. “Wake me, if you have another nightmare, will you, papi?”

“Of course I will,” he whispered, putting one arm around her.

He looked at Trevor once more, who smiled at him. Because despite everything… Things had turned out alright. The nightmares might never go away, just as those other little things and insecurities would stay. But he was alright. He had a family, people that loved him. He was going to be alright.

#amow winter whumperland 2022 #nightmares #ptsd #castlevania #castlevania netflix #castlevania fic #alucard #adrian tepes #trevor belmont #whump #family fluff

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whumpwizard · 1 year

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Whumptober2022 Day 29: What Doesn't Kill Me...

Sleep, at this point, was the enemy. Alucard had to do everything he could to stay awake, or he would risk losing Trevor. Trevor, the idiot, who had switched their poisoned glasses to prevent a priest from killing Alucard, not knowing that the vampire was immune to poison anyways. By God, he was an idiot most days. Still, idiot or no, Alucard had to make sure he lived to see tomorrow. If he didn’t Sypha would make sure he joined him the grave.

Alucard could feel himself nodding off, it had been over 24 hours since he had managed a bit of sleep, and his body was starting to shut down. Many people didn’t think that he even needed sleep, but his mother’s human blood still ran through his veins, and that gave him certain weaknesses. Weaknesses like the floaty feeling attempting to drag him under, pull him into the comforting current of dreams that would feel so, so nice right now. So nice….

“No!” Alucard shouted aloud, startling out of his near doze. Trevor started alongside him, jumping from his own nap.

“Jesus, you scared me.” he said, before delving into another coughing fit. He tried to hide it, but Alucard could see the blood that came up when Trevor retched into his cloth. He wasn’t getting any better.

Sypha had gone to the next town over to get medicines, but it was a day’s ride on horseback and she wouldn’t return until tomorrow night. Trevor had to stay alive until then.

“Apologies, Belmont.” Alucard said, pouring himself another drink and resettling in his chair. “Just a bit drowsy is all. You should go back to your rest.” He looked over Trevor’s body, shivering and pale despite the summer heat. He had truly never seen the man look worse. The muscles in his limbs were deteriorating by the minute, it seemed, and every breath was gasping and raspy. His eyes were glassy, distant, as though Trevor could see something far away that Alucard couldn’t.

He was sure he didn’t look much better. The bags under his eyes and the sallowness of his skin were almost certainly enhanced by his lack of sleep, and he could only imagine how disheveled and distraught he must look. He had yanked at his hair and paced for hours the first night, all to keep himself awake, and he had gotten to the point where slapping himself in the face was the only thing that helped. Now, he had turned to drink, taking hits of spicy, peppery infused whiskey from the cupboard in an effort to shock his system. Nothing, really, was helping. Trevor, it seemed, would die whether Alucard was awake or not, and there wasn’t much he could do about it. Still he refused to let Trevor die alone, and so he stayed awake.

“You look a mess, you know.” Trevor said, his voice weak. Alucard laughed.

“And you look like death. Why did you have to take the damn drink, Belmont? I knew the cup was poisoned, and I knew it would barely make me sick.”

“Meh. It was a spur of the moment decision. Better me than you I figured.” He said, trying to sit up. As he did, he wheezed, and Alucard laid him back down.

“Sypha will be back soon.” he lied. “Just…just go to sleep. You’ll be just fine.” Trevor nodded, and did as he was told, laying back down in the plush bed. Alucard sighed, and leaned back. He took another swig of the spiced booze, but it did nothing. All he could do was pray that God didn’t hate him enough to take Trevor away from him, too.

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gintrinsic-writing · 6 months

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agerefandom · 10 months

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Fic Requests OPEN! (July 11th 2023)

Hi all! I've already got about 50 requests around in my inbox (headcanons, moodboards, and art) but I'm having a lot of fun just picking and choosing what I feel like doing, so I've decided I'll open up fanfiction and headcanon requests as well to make it even more wide open!

Just a few things to mention:

1- please make sure you're requesting from my list of fandoms (or something I've previously talked about before, like V for Vendetta or Black Butler) (there's also no harm in asking if I know a book/fandom I haven't already mentioned, just don't dive into a request without double-checking I can actually write it!)

2- I will not be doing all of the requests! I will do as many as I can, but I don't always have energy or inspiration for every request! Please be nice about this, I promise I'm doing my best!

3- I'm also not going to do them in order because I'm jiving on the chaos :P

4- I'm going to make two little quirky options to help requests get filled if my inspiration is running thin!

If you would prefer to get a little drabble than nothing at all, send a ☂️ emoji with your request! I'll still try to write it but if I run out of energy, I'll write it more casually (and you can still resend it when requests open again in the future).

If you're okay with me fiddling with the request (ie. setting it in an AU or something), send a 🪶 emoji! Sometimes when a request is very simple, it makes me get stuck, so I might add in new elements or prompts to get me started.

5- If you're not sure what to request I've put a special little list under the 'read more' of fics I'd really like to write, but I have so many and I love doing requests, so I probably won't write them unless someone else wants to read it! So if you like any of these prompts please send them my way (and feel free to suggest any additional elements you'd like to see in them!)

Please don't limit yourself to those at all: I'm constantly excited by the new ideas that people throw my way!!

Fanfics I'd really love to write: