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 Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 12:12 pm
If you have a Hellsing fic you wrote or liked, post it or a link to it here.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 12:16 pm
michigami wrote this a while ago. got bored, so i'm sharing it. i know it's got some complete au crackyness going on, but that's the point. it was originally part of a father's day challenge on y-gallery. And cap's not OOC, he just acts differently around their bunch than he does in public. seriously sweatdrop
oh, and for those that have never read hirano's other works: one of them has hitler raping a catgirl that looks an awful lot like schro, confused and in "coyote" major's prototype character talks about his mom being a whore and stuff. enjoy! feel free to tell me what ya think of it.-----------+++----------------NOTE: all characters speaking german unless otherwise noted. I’m not in the mood to write accented English for them.-- Doc set a folder down, scribbling notes into the margins as he hummed to himself. “Don’t touch my computer,” he said without turning from his notes. Schrödinger’s hand snapped back away from the keyboard, and he tried his best to look innocent. “I did nothing!” he said defensively, hands behind his back as his ears flattened slightly. “Besides, I am everywhere and nowhere, I could be touching the computer right now, and you wouldn’t know it.” Schro added offhandedly, looking away from the shiny new technological device. “But you are –not- touching it, understand?” Doc said, looking up at him. Schrödinger mrowled a scowl, looking forlornly at the computer. “But it is so shiny and new…” “And it will stay that way. Do you remember what happened to Major’s ping-pong table?” Doc asked, and Schro’s ears flattened completely to his head. “You. Will. NOT. Touch. It. Understood?” Doc said, and the catboy nodded. He skulked away from the terminal, and past the Captain as he entered the room. “Ah, Captain, good, I was just…” “The Major says he’s sent three underlings to fetch you,” the werewolf said, and the Doctor smirked a chuckle. “Ah, yes, I was… distracted.” He said. “They… left… of their own accord, I promise you,” Doc added, and the other scowled behind his coat collar. “Just get your a** upstairs,” he said shortly, turning on his heel and leaving the creepy man’s workspace. Doc swore he heard mutters of ‘glorified errand boy’ ‘stupid scientists’ and ‘Herr Fatass’ under the werewolf’s breath as he left. With a sigh, Doc collected his papers, and then looked about the room. “You will NOT touch my computer, do you hear me, cat?” he called, then grumbled a bit and carried his reports out the door. “I am not a cat,” a voice complained, a pair of furry ears rising beside the desk. “I’m a Schrödinger,” he pouted slightly, then turned toward the glowing rectangle of light beckoning him closer. He made an awed expression, poking the computer’s mouse experimentally, then cringing, looking around to be sure he wasn’t about to be reprimanded before continuing his examination. He tapped it again, then figured out how to make the pointer move on the screen. He was fascinated for a short time, then grew bored, idly tapping the button of the mouse as he scrolled it around. With a cry of surprise, he ducked behind the desk again as the screen changed. “Oh, it has words,” he said, then moved the mouse again, finding out that he could make the words move around, and make other boxes of words open up by clicking the button. He played with that for a few moments until he heard footsteps approaching. Hurriedly, he started trying to close and undo the things he’d done, then ducked beneath the desk as Doc returned, visitors in tow. Schro waited until he was facing the other way, then began clicking things again, trying to make them go away. Suddenly, a bunch of pictures appeared, and Schro ducked and glanced back, then tried to click them to make them go away. This only brought up more pictures, these ones with less clothes than the other… “MAMA!?!?!?!” Schro cried, then fainted dead away, twitching slightly where he lay on the floor in a heap. Doc and the Captain rushed over, and Doc poked him with his foot, then sighed, looking at the monitor. “Ah, he found my pornography folder. Damn him.” Doc muttered. The captain blinked oddly at the pictures. “Is that HITLER?” Captain asked, stunned. “AND A CATGIRL????” Doc nodded. “Yes, he had a thing for furries apparently. What, you didn’t know? How do you think that happened?” Doc said, gesturing toward the lump of catboy on the floor. “Hitler is Schrödinger’s FATHER???” the captain exclaimed. “What in the hell is taking you both so long, I…” The Major said, pacing angrily over to them. He stopped, blinking at the images on the screen. “Ehe, sorry Herr Major. Schrödinger seems to have found my scans of my vintage pornography collection, and…” Doc began, quickly starting to close image windows. Suddenly the Major cried out in horror. “MAMA?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?” he shrieked, pointing at the screen before fainting away in shock. Doc looked down at him in stunned silence, then over at the catboy, then back to the heavyset Major. “This… is not a good day for science,” Doc said, staring at his troublesome new computer. ~ Suni moon Okay...Yes... I'm abusing this whole guild, aren't I? Still, I'm just looking for some good reviews. I'm a new author...Reviews make me happy, y'know... sweatdrop Soooo..... Suni's FF.net profile***EDIT***ROFL! I UPDATED. LULZ. SCROLLZ DOWN, KAY. I ADDED MORE FICZ, LULZ ROFL LMAO. xDD ------ My Continuing fic(s)... Return To Me At Sunrise Six years had passed since the war. Life was slowly starting to return to normal... but that was before Vladimir Layne arrived at Hellsing headquarters... That was before the new army of artificial Freaks arrived.... and that was before her.... ----- Misc. Fics....[NEW] Of Religion and Ink In the early hours of the morning, Alucard amuses himself with a bible, whilst Abraham tries to comprehend his servants actions. [somewhat...NEW] Fluffy TemptationThe No Life King does NOT under ANY circumstances like plushies. No Sir. [NEW] Minor Contempt A fifteen yearold Integra decents into the darkness to deal with her stubborn pet vampire. MINOR young Integra x Alucard, but overall its not romantic. [NEW...somewhat new...] I Am Legend Seras surveyed the old ruins.... They called her Kitten.... He called her Police Girl.... She was last true vampire alive in this world, and the name Seras Victoria would go down in legend.... Forgotten Like The Rest A miserable little ficlet in Walters perspective, regarding recent events and his own reasons for what he has done.... Too LostEnrico Maxwells final moments.... Sweet RevengeAlucard. Seras. One bloodpack left in the freezer. it results in some Master and Fledgling bonding time. xDD [NEW] LongingSeras and Alucard get into a conversation of her vamprism after a simple mission. Not romantic Alucard and Seras. AxI fics....[NEW] WhispersA day of bothering turns into an evening of slight forgiveness, slight annoyance, and total sweetness (Fluffy, but NOT OOC, well....maybe a tiny bit...but not much at all) Almost Human Integra takes care of her stupid injured pet... Masters Little PetCute humorous little ramble from Integra's perspective.... Final FarewellMy fist Hellsing fic. It takes place during chapter 89. Spoilers are what its made of.... Alucard Abuse...Well Then? Work Your WorstAlucard's little decent into madness leading up to his 20 year imprisonment. (warning, contains some semi non-con ArthurxAlucard) Sweet Dreams Of The Tortured SoulShortly after Abraham Van Hellsing captured Dracula. (Contains Alucard abuse, and non-con AbrahamxAlucard) Anyway...I mostly made this thread cause I want feedback... I'd love feedback....*puppy dog eyes* constructive, positive, negative, I don't care. ^.^ IMPORTANT! I always feel horrible and nasty when I make any sort of self promoting post or thread, so to make up for that, I would like to say.....PLEASE POST ALL YOUR WORK HERE ASWELL. I wanna see anything you guys have written....ANYWAY. romance, drama, horror, parody, yaoi, any pairing you want in the whole wide world, and any rating. Okay? ^_^And please note, I'd especially love to read any AxI fics, any character bio style fics, any Alucard Abuse(in any form), aswell as Dawn era fics. (just no WalterxGirlycard...xP ) Inu of Baskerville I wrote a fanfic*Dramtic music*....FROM ANDERSONS POINT OF VIEW Who cares if its crappy..>> and bad grammar...and skips around....I have the guts to post i thtats what should count...uh...ya...OKay I so regret posting this... http://www.gaiaonline.com/journal/journal.php?mode=view&post_id=18255729&u=12137095 Suni moon Kopii Arnaert or all the yaoi s**t out there *smiles and carefully shoves a pile of ArthurxAlucard, and AbrahamxAlucard fics under my bed* Nothin' to see here folks. Move along. ninja ----- Guys! guys! guys!! ....Anyone wanna read a sad miserable Enrico fic? http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4106761/1/Too_Lost Suni moon Oh, and, an update. ninja I'm looking for readers. *pokes opening page for thread* I desperately desire only the most honest of opinions on this fic. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4067212/1/Return_To_Me_At_Sunrise I'd love you forever if you could give some feedback. sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 12:17 pm
NoLifeKing66 This is the first chapter of a fanfic I started, but never finished. Please, read it and tell me what you think. Suggestions are welcome.
Rise of the No Life King
His country was on fire. The flames rose high up into the sky, turning it a deep, dark red. Embers flitted through the air like butterflies on burning wings. If it had been any other country, he would have though it a beautiful sight. But this was his county. This was his homeland.
He could smell the reek of burning houses and fresh gore, the sulfur of cannon fire, the conflagrations of tent and bridge and horseflesh. The scent of death. The scent of war. It was a putrid stench, but he'd grown used to it, over the years. He'd razed many villages during his war against the Turks.
Now he'd lost his war. Now it was his villages that were being razed.
The Turks dragged him through their make-shift camp, bare-backed, locked in a pillory. Their soldiers mocked him, laughed at him, spat at him, pelted him with rocks and stones. Refusing to look down, he saw them. He saw every one of them. He saw their fluttering banners, the Star and the Crescent. He saw the splashes of blood on the legs of their horses. He saw the shimmer of the firelight on their scimitars and chain mail. He saw their pointed helmets. He saw the the beautiful and mutilated young heads, faces, bodies. He saw the Sultan's janissaries, who had been recruited from the various Christian nations the Turks had conquered and occupied. He saw their stone-cold faces. He would not look away. He was humiliated, but he would not give them the satisfaction of knowing it. They dragged him to their execution block. His people's mangled corpses were hanging from the trees on either side, swinging back and forth, saturating the earth with their blood. His escorts tossed him roughly, callously onto the ground. The executioner was a big, hairy, sweaty man. His chest was bare and his head was covered by a black bag. He held his axe as if it were a toy. His favorite toy.
The executioner regarded the prisoner keenly. He was lanky, but well-muscled, and wore a golden cross around his neck. His long dark hair and hawkish features were typical of the Romanian nobility. So, this was Vlad the Impaler? The executioner had heard much about this man and had expected something different. Something more impressive. He snorted and said, "Ölmeye hazırmısın, Kazıklı Bey?" Are you ready to die, Impaling Prince?
Vlad didn't hear him. All he could hear were the agonized cries of his countrymen. He'd spent his entire life protecting Christianity from the Muslim Turks. He'd told his men that everyone had to fight in God's name, that God did not hear their prayers, but saw their actions, and that sooner or later, God would come down, and bring with Him the New Jerusalem. And fight they did. They fought in God's name, and they died in God's name. They were sacrificed. He had sacrificed them, and he would sacrifice every one of them in order to bring down the New Jerusalem. Now they were dead. All of them. Now he was going to die, too.
He had failed. He had failed to bring down the New Jerusalem. He'd fought in God's name, he'd sacrificed his men in order to achieve his dream, and God had looked the other way. God had betrayed him.
The executioner raised his axe. He grunted with the effort. Vlad knew the end was near. He wanted to close his eyes, but he resisted. Instead, he looked out at the devastated landscape, his scorched and beseiged homeland. He looked at the blood that had pooled up around him, the blood of his men, the blood of his people. Their agonized cries were beginning to fade. Suddenly, he heard a voice. It was calling out to him, speaking to him from the back of his mind. It was his own voice, and yet it was not. "Drink the blood," it said. "Drink the blood and live forever."
Vlad did not have time to consider his options. He had to make a decision, and he had to make it now. The man in him was telling him that this whole situation was a part of God's plan for him, that he should just resign and accept his fate. But there was something else in him now, something that did not want to resign. Something that felt betrayed. Something that wanted revenge. Something that wanted revenge against God. It was growing quickly, feeding off of his outrage. Before he knew it, it had swallowed him whole.
Slowly, deliberately, Vlad leaned forward, stuck out his tongue, and began lapping up the blood from the ground. He'd tasted the salty copper tang of blood before, but this time it was different. Somehow, it was sweet. Sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted before. Along with the new taste came a new sensation. He could feel the blood sliding down his throat, slipping into his stomach, permeating his organs, settling into his each and every cell. It felt so fulfilling. It was as if he was drinking life itself, as if he had taken life itself into his body, as if life itself was warming him, strengthening him. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.
Swiftly, the executioner brought his axe down. Vlad could feel it on the back of his neck.
That was the last thing he would remember.
He sat now in the Turkish camp, the bodies of his enemies, mutilated and bloodless, lying all about him. He wasn't sure what had happened to them. He could only assume it had been him. The smell of their rotting flesh did not bother him, though. He was too preoccupied with his new "gifts". He sat staring at the pile of smoldering ashes that had been the Turks' campfire. His vision had been greatly enhanced. The glow from the ashes seemed impossibly bright and kissed by rainbow colors. Indeed, he saw each and every thing around him more sharply and in more detail than he ever had before, all of it imbued with a startling depth of color and texture.
It was beautiful. Truly beautiful.
Vlad was no longer human. He was a strigoi, a vampire. His body was no longer living, and thus he could not die, but neither was he dead. He was somewhere incomprehensibly inbetween. In this state, he was immortal. In this state, he could go on age after age after age, feasting on the blood of the living. All he needed, all he would ever need, was blood. Blood was the currency with which he purchased his own eternity. It didn't seem like that bad a deal.
He'd sacrificed his humanity to become something that was both more and less than human. That was the first step, his first step in achieving revenge against God.
What was the next step?
He thought long and hard about that. First, he decided, he would have to establish his supremacy. As a man, he'd been a prince. He'd been a ruler of a principality. He'd had a court. He'd had subjects. Now, as a vampire, he had nothing. He had no authority and no power. He would have to change that.
Vlad was no longer human, and thus the human world was no longer his concern. It was too torn, anyway. It was too divided. East and West, Muslims and Christians. He did not understand how Christianity could possibly survive when its greatest defenders were fighting amongst themselves, even in the West. While Jerusalem was weeping for aid, the Roman Catholic Church was preoccupied with vain, internal struggle. Vlad himself was anxiously anticipating the end of Paul II’s reign, for he was quite an unworthy successor of Pius II, whom, despite their quarrels, had proved to be a man of strong character and possessive of chameleonic tactics useful for someone in his position. In all likeliness, he thought, the beauty of his young deacons distracted Paul II from more important matters.
That was not the world Vlad wanted to rule. But that was only one world. There was another world that lay beneath it. This was the world to which he now belonged. This was the world he would rule. Eventually, when the time was right, he would make his bid for the human world. But, for now, the underworld would do just fine.
Grasping his sword firmly in his hand, he stood up. He had to move on. He would have to begin his journey on foot.
The next step, he decided, was to acquire a horse with which he could traverse the European continent.
Vlad was no longer human, so he also decided to abandon his human name in favor of a more appropriate one. Fortunately for him, he already had such a name. When he was a man, it had meant "Son of the Dragon" and had denoted his membership in the Order of the Dragon. However, his enemies had used an alternate translation to give the name a whole new meaning. It was this meaning that would now serve his purpose. From this day forward, he would be known as Dracula, "Son of the Devil".
With these things in mind, he set off to the nearest village. It was there that his journey would begin.
Elindarhya I'm getting back to writing lately, and I wrote a new one-shot today...it's AxI-ish, but nothing outright, so...yes. I'd like some feedback. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4309827/1/Her xX_Wolf Maiden Luna_Xx On My Last Breath
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing.
A/N: This story is just SerasPip and it was made sometime ago before I even sat down to read the manga... I know he really dies in t but I twisted the fates here a little bit so enjoy... ^_^
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The night had caught up with them and the monsters weren't stopping until every last one of them was dead.
“Hell, just keep running!” said Pip as he, Seras and a few survivors of the Wild Geese ran from a mission, if it could be called that, 'Damn! How could they have known we were in there!?' he thought. A scream came from the last Wild Geese soldier being killed by a FREAK, “s**t! Huh? Seras, there's a warehouse just ahead we can hide there,” he said.
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Pip remained panting and much to his bad luck he and Seras were the only ones left and she wasn't much of help either due to her wounds. “Pip… I think… I'm not going to make it…” she said fainting with her last words. “Seras! Oh, c'mon love, don't leave me hanging here!” he said caressing her face. 'Oh, please Seras don't die on me now. Come on, woman. Mon ange, mon ange foncé doux' he thought as he took her in an embrace and plced her down on the floor, “I'll keep you safe as long as I'm alive,” he said knowing that the enemy was close by… The doors slammed open… 'Well speak of the devil,' thought Pip as the FREAK began to talk.
“Well, well, well. If it isn't one of Hellsing's lap dogs and his b***h! This is going to be fun! For me anyway,” said the FREAK laughing. Rapidly as the FREAK began to run toward him, Pip took a weapon that looked like a grenade shooter and aimed at the FREAK's heart, however, by the time he managed to shoot, the FREAK had stuck a knife in his stomach. As the FREAK turned to ashes Pip begun to walk toward where Seras was, 'As long as there's life in this bones… I'll…' thought Pip as he collapsed beside Seras. He was losing too much blood already and removing the knife wasn't helping matters. The blood, it was all a mess, there was a trail of blood that led straight to where he was, “Well I have no regrets,” he said his eyes in a haze, 'The only thing I do regret is leaving my sweet guardian angel alone,' he thought as his consciousness began to drift away.
All his memories begun to replay in his mind, but they stopped at one special memory. Seras was down on the floor bleeding and crying, “What's the matter girl, can't you defend yourself, or do you need your little master?” said the FREAK as it began to laugh, however, he stopped when he felt a presence behind him and when he turned around he wished he hadn't. “Get your filthy hands off of her and I'll make it painless,” said Pip as he came into view. The FREAK had tried to catch Pip offguard, but ended up with a bullet on his head killing him in an instant. Pip sighed, he knew Miss Hellsing was out on a business trip, but she had taken Alucard with her leaving a certain vampire fledgeling alone, “Hey, Miss Victoria, you all right?” he asked, but got no response and it was starting to scare him, “Oh hell! Seras? Come on, chere, answer me! Mon ange, come on!” he said shaking her body. When she had finally came to her senses all she could do was whisper, “What did you call me?” she asked weakly. Pip smiled, “Glad to zee ze vampire princess iz awake,” he said with a grin showing on his face. Seras blinked a few times to adjust her eyes, “Pip you didn't answer me, what did you call me?” she asked again. Pip looked down for a moment blushing, “I called you mon ange, it means my angel,” he replied. Seras looked at him, tears in her eyes, as she hugged him and begun to cry. Pip returned the embrace, “It's alright little angel, it's alright…”
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Pip had remembered that special memory with her, “Technically speaking she is my angel. She always has saved me from my mistakes… I guess with this…” he said as he brought himself up with as much effort as possible due to his condition and kneeled besides Seras and kissed her forehead leaving a bloody mark of his lips, “…We're even now… If only I could stay… Just to see where life…” he said though he was already starting to feel weaker by the second, his wounds were too deep and everything was going dark, “I wish I could see where life would… take us…” he thought, but then he felt something, or rather, someone intruding his mind, “If you are the Grim Reaper, could you give me five more minutes?” he said in his mind. However, all he got was a chuckle and a rather familiar one, “Se…Seras, is that you?” he said opening his eye just to see a blur of blonde and blue, “Tell me, captain… Do you want to stay?” she asked him as she caressed his face, “Do you want to see this to the end?” she said putting his hand on her abdomen, “Tell me, Pip. Do you want to see how it turns out?” she said caressing his face with her other hand.
He could feel her claws caressing his face, and in his mind it was like a dream and as far as he knew he didn't want to wake up. In this dream all chaos was gone, it was just him, Seras and a tiny bundle in his lap. Seras was sitting beside him, her hand entwined with his and upon his lap the bundle turned out to be a little girl, barely three years old, sleeping, “This is… my daughter? But how?” he thought. Seras shifted her position and lowered her head beside his whispering in his ear, “She's your daughter as well as mine… It shall be your decision whether to stay and watch her grow or to die never knowing her at all,” she said as tears threatened to come out. She hated to see him suffering like this, with bleeding wounds almost everywhere. “Seras… I want to stay here with you, not just only because I…” he said, but he winced, he could feel it coming, death. “I do love you, my sweet angel,” he thought as Seras heard every last word and she nodded.
He could feel her breath on his neck, “Do it,” he said as he brought up a leg. Seras kissed his neck and she bit down his neck. As the first drops of blood hit her tongue she flinched to her this was far more sweeter than anyhting she ever tasted. Pip's world was suddenly engulfed in darkness and he blacked out. Seras backed away from his neck and snuggled closer to his chest, “You won't regret… your choice…” she said as drowziness overtook her and her eyes closed instantly sending her to the land of slumber.
Pip opened his eye, now blood red, and smiled, he removed his trench coat and put it around her carefully not to wake her up. He closed his eye and sighed, sleep was also claiming him, but not before hearing a faint heartbeat coming from Seras. He knew it wasn't coming from her due to the fact that it wasn't exactly coming from her, it was coming from inside her and he opened his eye, “Rest little one, I won't let anything happen to you,” he thought as he closed his eye once more, the heartbeat in his ears lulling him to sleep, “Mon petit ange doux, Nicole.”
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A/N- I'm sorry if anybody didn't understand the few french words I wrote and for the record I don't know squat about french, had to use a translator. Here are the meanings:
Mon ange, mon ange foncé doux-my angel, my sweet dark angel
Mon ange- My angel
Mon petit ange doux- My little angel
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