Alucard Hellsing x male reader
Blood flows like a hidden river, carrying the warmth of life, a crimson thread stitching stories beneath the skin.
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The night was thick with chaos. Explosions roared, painting the sky in harsh shades of orange and red, and the air was heavy with smoke and the unmistakable scent of blood. Amidst the mayhem, Y/N’s heart hammered wildly, his eyes locked on the horrifying sight of the helicopter spinning out of control, engulfed in flames. He screamed, the sound swallowed by the cacophony of the battlefield, but his desperation drove him forward, refusing to let him stand by and watch.
A ghoul lunged at him, its rotting form barely a shadow in the darkness. Y/N reacted instinctively, kicking it with all his strength, sending it sprawling back into the smoke. He barely took a breath before he bolted in the direction of the wreckage, his only thought on reaching the site, on finding out if—no, when—Integra and the others made it out.
But the path was anything but clear. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement—a soldier, aiming directly at him. With barely a second to react, Y/N dodged, his hand darting out to slap the gun away, disarming his attacker. They struggled, fists and elbows clashing, but Y/N’s resolve pushed him forward. The soldier’s knife sliced across his arm, a burning line of pain, but he ignored it, shoving the soldier back and breaking free, his gaze fixed again on his destination.
He sprinted on, his lungs burning, but before he could get any closer, a powerful arm looped around him, lifting him clear off his feet. It was Alucard, who, with one swift movement, flung him forward with force, sending him hurtling through the air.
The ground rushed up to meet him, but instead of hitting it hard, he landed directly on…someone.
Dazed, Y/N blinked, his eyes adjusting, and he found himself staring down at none other than Seras, her expression a mix of surprise and urgency. He tried to speak, confusion flooding his mind, but before either could say a word, an ominous shadow fell over them.
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Integra gritted her teeth against the searing pain radiating through her arm as she crouched behind the shattered remains of the helicopter. Shards of metal and stone dug into her knees, but her resolve was iron. Everything hurt, her head throbbing with each heartbeat, yet she couldn’t stop; not now.
She pushed her hair back, looking out across the battlefield. Alucard was locked in the center of it all, his figure monstrous and terrifying, dispatching enemies with a fury she’d only seen on rare occasions. The air seemed to tremble with the sheer force of his rage, and a twisted part of her almost found it comforting. At least he was still fighting.
But then her eyes drifted, catching sight of Seras and Y/N, both oblivious to the danger that lurked behind them. Her gaze sharpened, breath hitching as she recognized the figure in the shadows—the head of the Millennium Organization, watching his twisted work with a twisted smile of satisfaction. He was almost hidden, lurking just out of sight behind the smoke and chaos, but Integra had fought him long enough to know his face. And she knew just how dangerous he could be.
