Hellsing Ultimate one-shots and Imagines

Alexander anderson x fem reader

Request: satanic like reader who loves to fuck with Alexander :)
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Warning: character death, angst, hurt/no comfort

Your always around when he just wants to be alone and hunt. No your there with your blasphemous words inked into your body and the unholy sword as your weapon.

Your everything Alexander sees to end yet your everything he's never seen. Someone who is willing to go against him and against god for the hell of it.

"Cmon Anderson, I've seen you strike down ghouls faster than this!" You cheer, running down the emptied halls as the priest tracks you down as silent as an assassin.

Your giggles and teasing voice guide him through out the halls, striking down every demon ghoul he sees as he searches for your annoying form.

He finds you grinning while leaning against your staff, the unholy cross glaring down at him.

"You satanic hermitic need to be dealt with" he scoffs, stepping closer each time. Your form stand there smiling, your dark clothing clashing with his light colored ones.

Light and dark, life and death. Both of which can be changes to one's own definition.

He towers over your own, your neck craning to look up at him. His glasses are hide what his eyes really tell, how he enjoys your banters, how he craves for your meetings so he can test your limits.

"And why haven't you dealt with me" you grin, tilting your head and sticking your tongue out. Anderson is the one to grin. "Because we both know there's now fun in ending our game so soon" he moves away and starts walking out the door. Today he won't end the game, maybe tomorrow, or next month or next year.

Maybe then god will give him a message of what to do.

And he received it. He received it when he saw you fighting to save the people of London from the vampires. How your skin bled and the words inked into your skin tore and bled.

He received his message to kill by Maxwell. He couldn't. Not when everything he has seen has showed him your true nature, the nature of saving people, even when they don't deserve it.

When he finally got ahold of your form, he was surprised by the tight hug you gave him. "There's so many of them, I-I thought..I thought they got you.." You admitted.

Anderson didn't know what to think, so held you. Hiding your form against his chest away from the prying eyes of the iscariots.

He lead you to safety with sir integra, listening in on your conversation with her. How she offered you a job. How he felt angry.
'She's not mine to keep' he growled to himself. 'A satanic heretic'.

If he didn't care so much about you, why did it hurt so much to watch you cry for him.

"You stupid arrogant fool!" You sobbed as he withered away. "W-we could have worked it out! You and me!" He watched as large crocodile tears fell from your eyes. Eyes that looked at him with happiness in every encounter, as they held only him in them.

Anderson grinned "aye, maybe in another life time lass" he spoke, as you dropped to your knees beside his head. "I'll never forget the way you made our cat and mouse games fun, my dear"

Maybe if God allowed him, he could be reborn and live a life time with you. With your heretic words inked, your unholy sword, and the smile that carried the sun.

But God is a cruel man and Anderson knew he had sins to pay when he met the man. But for now, I'm his dying breath he'll whisper the words he'd never allow himself to say.

"I love you, heretic"

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A/n: I hope this was ok 😮‍💨. I was a little nervous to write this but I'm pretty ok with it. I'm sorry for being gone so long so take this as my apology!