1000% I Still Can't Believe Kishi Just Tossed Out This Great Character He Created And Foreshadowed With

too wonderful to see a human infant be this gentle with another baby 💓😍

This is... the cutest thing ever. I can die now. Thank you.

me: I'm going to write a fic to my own entertainment

also me, writing said fic:

Another AI art with some adjustments by me. The hot man is here. Hehe. Of course AI can't generate Madara so I helped him xDD

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A Night for Hunting Ch.2- No Way Out

Wow. I am blown away by the reception to my two Hellsing fics! Thank you for everyone's support! The voters have spoken! This fic will be written first. It was originally intended to be a one-shot, but is now expanded into a series of chapters that will be like cutscenes showing how the relationship developed between Alucard and his Reader, from being her unwanted yandere stalker to becoming her lover.

Alucard likes humans. He may be violent and psycho sometimes, and he'll absolutely mess around to freak her out, but he isn’t going to purposely harm an innocent civilian woman. This sexy beast has his own moral compass and standards for how true vampires should conduct themselves.

T/W: 18+, Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, predator/prey, fear play, yandere, dacryphilia, noncon groping, no smut, eventual romance, Alucard is an obnoxious troll, stalking, enemies to lovers. Alucard is a creep cuz he’s terrible at social interactions, but he never hurts her.

WC: 1796 On AO3

The coast looked clear so far tonight. Nothing was strange or out of place en route to your new home of one week. Your eyes scanned the darkened streets carefully, paying particular attention to its shadowed corners, which you now knew could hide monsters. 

The monster was much bolder since the first time it appeared to you last autumn. Months passed when he showed up on and off to harass you occasionally until now. If you were honest, the suspense of not knowing whether the creature would show up when you went home was sometimes worse than if you were expecting him.

Those eyes still liked to track your pointless struggles to fight and escape as its sensual mocking voice appeared in your head. Its shadows often emerged from various surfaces to caress you as you passed. Its lips would suddenly be on your neck or you’d hear inhalations from behind only to find nothing there. Over the past months, there were times when you were less afraid, but last night. You shuddered at the recollection of that thing’s expression and cold touch.

The memories of last night when you were pursued again came rushing back. He gnashed his horrific teeth right by your face and cackled to get the twisted chase started, his expression much more fearsome than past times. He looked crazed, like he was out for blood, his scarlet duster was ripped in places and his face and gloves speckled in red.

Something rattled and you nearly jumped out of your skin. A plump mass of black slunk around the ground on all fours, crawling towards you…it was getting closer…it was just a raccoon scavenging for scraps. You let out the breath you held, feeling foolish. The fat critter stood on its hind legs with its paws up to regard you curiously, as if considering whether you might feed it. You licked your lips and continued your brisk walk, eyes once again darting around to analyze your surroundings. 

The patio furniture at a different pub was put up as before, with the chairs placed upside down and the seats on the tables. Then again, it was relatively warm now, even at night. Of course the bars and restaurants would want to seat more guests outside during business hours. Except everything was closed and quiet now, as things usually were by the time you went home alone late at night. Your skirt rustled. The summer breeze was comfortable against the sheen of nervous sweat dampening your t-shirt, making it cling to your frame.

You were well past the point on this route where the harassment started the past two nights. That was promising. Perhaps you’d be safe tonight- 

A gust of cold air breathed directly into your ear. You jumped like a startled cat and spun around. Nothing. It was just the wind. That had to be the wind, right? But the seasonal breeze was supposed to be warm. A large frame pressed flush against your back, making you turn rigid. 

No.

He chuckled, “So skittish.” The impossibly tall creature leaned down to whisper in your ear. His cold breath gave you goosebumps. You were frozen. "What are you waiting for? Run." 

You screamed in dread, but didn’t need to be told twice. Your legs had been geared up in anticipation for the run since your walk home began. Despite the failure of all your past attempts to flee, your legs kicked at the ground in rapid succession to bring you away from the nightmare behind you. You didn’t turn to glance back once. 

The massive vampire’s eyes glittered with unbridled excitement. The wind blew again in his direction, carrying your scent towards him, and he took a huge whiff of the air. Your salty sweat and tears hit his senses with force, much better than the stench of the undead. He smirked as he took casual steps forward. What a beautiful night this was turning into.

A hand brushed against the inside of your bare thigh. You sobbed, feeling hopeless. He never came three nights in a row before. Was this punishment for moving elsewhere in the city? Your strides were getting sloppy as you sped through the black park. Visibility was poor without any light, which was probably that thing’s doing, you realized. He made the streetlights go out before. 

…You couldn’t live as some twisted demon’s plaything like this forever. Your lungs burnt and your legs screamed as you stuttered to a halt. Keeling over with your hands braced against both knees, your breath came to you in haggard gasps as you kept crying. He might as well kill you now.

You are already tired, Dear? The night has only begun. He spoke to you with his enchanting voice, but his soft words brought you no comfort. Feet clad in knee-high leather boots stopped in front of you and made the grass whisper as his weight hit the ground.

Get out of my head.

The faint metallic taste of blood kissed the back of your throat from the burning breaths you were forced to take. You swallowed it down. “What do you want from me?" You uttered with a small voice.

He cocked his head, whether he had never stopped to ponder that before or because yours was an incredibly stupid question, you didn’t know. Silky midnight locks fluttered in the gentle breeze. "A good...CHASE." 

You lifted frightened eyes to scrutinize him properly. He would almost be as captivating as the moment you first met if it weren’t for the toothy, sadistic smile adorning those charming features. Vermillion eyes gleamed with mischief under a wide fedora hat.

"You're sick." The grin only grew wider. You averted your gaze, unable to look at that grotesque face anymore. 

"You flatter me.” He stepped closer and you instinctively inched back. “I am merely accompanying a lady home during your nighttime commute. The night is dark and full of terrors." He chuckled again. It was a sick sound, one that communicated his thorough enjoyment of his joke as well as your anguish. Your teeth clenched through tightened jaws.

The nerve!

Pent-up rage you didn’t know you possessed blossomed in your gut, the suffering you endured at his hands for nearly a year driving you to mouth off in retaliation. You sputtered, finding it difficult to articulate your indignity and frustration at his nonchalant comments.

“Y-you are the terror! You’ve done nothing but terrorize me! How d-dare you say you’re only accompanying me home!”

He howled in laughter. “A nighttime walk doesn’t hurt. Come, sweet, let me bring you home.”

This thing was talking to you? He didn’t kill you yet for speaking against him? Then again, he never truly injured you the past year, even if his blasphemous presence made your blood run cold.

You were seething at his rationale, but you wanted nothing more than to be home. “Don’t patronize me.” You angrily swept away the fresh tears that dripped down your cheeks and started walking on your own, uncaring anymore of what happened next, whether he killed you, bit you, or whatever. You were beyond exhausted, having done this nightly ritual after long grueling days of work for far too long. 

There’s no way out. You were completely helpless against this profane brute’s torment.

You just wanted this to stop.

Noisy hiccups you couldn’t control escaped and you sobbed harder as you walked, periodically scrubbing your face with the back of your hands. Fortunately the monster was silent as he strolled next to you with his face towards the sky and didn’t taunt you for the time being.

You arrived outside your new condominium’s lobby doors. You had chosen a densely populated location in the middle of the city, hoping the presence of other people might dissuade the evils of the night. All that effort of moving was in vain. The creature found you in a matter of days since you left your last nest.

“You can’t come through here.” Now that you started, it was easier to speak your mind again. Even if you knew you were powerless to stop him from doing whatever he desired, you had to let this thing know how unwanted his company was.

“As you wish.”

Your surprise must have been evident, but you took the opportunity to close the door on the vampire’s face. When you turned around to look back through the heavy glass doors, he was already gone.

You slumped against the closed door of your unit, almost falling asleep right by the entrance. You were so tired. 

Somehow, you found the energy to shower. The steamy water felt heavenly on your weary flesh. Upon exiting the bathroom, you found the creature haunting your nightmares squeezed onto your couch, rays of moonlight casting sharp shadows on the deathly pale features. Spooked by the unforeseen return of the vampire, you couldn’t help but squeak in fright despite the ridiculous sight of him crammed into your furniture.

"Don't you need permission to enter? You're not welcome here," you said with contempt, trying to present a bravery you didn’t feel.

"Fairy tales,” he shrugged.

You stayed anxiously in the corner at first as he poked around your apartment, hoping to maintain as much distance as possible before you followed him in frustration, upset with your inability to stop him from doing anything. You remembered the way he held you down as a shadow and nearly suffocated you, his dozens of arms and the horror of his thousands of eyes. Why was this thing here?

Just go away. Let me be.

He stopped in front of your bookshelves to study the contents with interest. "A fine collection." 

Having completed his inspection of whatever he was searching for, the giant creature turned around unexpectedly and smiled. You tensed and immediately took steps backwards as he stalked silently towards you. Your heart was in your throat, pounding fiercely as your back hit the edge of an icy granite counter. Still, you didn’t dare take your eyes off this beast.

There were no thuds nor swooshing of fabrics. This unholy creature almost seemed to float towards you, the feral pools of his eyes glowing with crimson delight as he approached. You ceased breathing as he passed.

He switched to a loping gait past the dining table and through the living room, striding past several unopened boxes of belongings until he reached the window. Then he walked through it and was out of your home.

You shouted and rushed to the window to peer outside. There was nothing there except the sleepy skyline of London at rest, illuminated by the gentle light of the full moon. 

The nightmare was over for tonight, until the next time he came to haunt you…

~To be Continued~

Notes: Just a reminder that Alucard can be very creepy and a huge dick, but no matter what he does, he is always super dramatic, including his entrances or exits. I find him lots of fun to write, whether Alu is being a creep, troll, badass, or soft, especially since I can see him being in any of these moods.

How do you think Madara would approach his wife? Children? What expectations would he have for them and how would he behave towards them?

Hello, anon - thank you for your question! Madara and how he would behave towards his wife and children eh? Let’s see…

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I think Madara would treat his wife with respect. I do not agree with the characterization of him that he would beat, even abuse his wife, or force himself upon her - his character does not read that way in my eyes, not when you consider that - at his core - Madara was kind, compassionate and he valued family above all else. In an AU I can see him being into BDSM if nothing else, but even that practice is rooted in respect and trust.

Someone valuing family would not intentionally hurt them.

That means that he would at least respect his wife. Whether he would love her is rooted in many different headcanons of mine (I do have an OC that is romantically linked with him in pretty much every story that includes romance, for example), but I will keep this general and keep my OC out of the picture, but that does not entirely mean that I will say that he loved his wife…if going for a slightly more historically accurate depiction of the Narutoverse Madara would probably not “love” her, but at most be fond of his wife (or it would deepen into love in due time). If looking at his characterization he does strike me as the type of character that would love his wife, however - perhaps not entirely as strongly as he loved his family, but she would be some treasured by him regardless. So yes, I will say that he loved his wife like the complimentary piece that she was to him.

The expectations he would have for his wife is generally to be a “polite/kind” front for the rest of the clan. She would take care of the clan not unlike a mother caring for her child/ren, which means that she shouldered a more “social” responsibility than he would (in a way).

I headcanon that (Uchiha) women were exceptional in their own way. While they were seldom on the battlefront because they secured both the future and survival of the clan (yes there are undertones of sexism there, but if that is what it takes to survive then so be it), they were instead very capable at hunting, treating illnesses, and were very “survival orientated” in general.

This might better explain why Madara’s wife would have the responsibility she had. She was meant to bring the clan together and keep it afloat while the men risked their lives in the war/s. So Madara would make sure that she was trained in negotiations with villages (import and export), that she could handle money and spend their funds wisely, but also that she was compassionate and strict if need be.

He did not expect too much from her on the household front, like I headcanon with Izuna, he did not share the traditional view on man and woman there (because of his parents and their relationship): he preferred to help out whenever he could. Be it cooking, washing laundry, having a discussion or two about funds, cleaning the house - it was the type of normality he craved, as it helped him stay sane.

If he was married during the founding of Konoha I can see that his wife had a more political position as well. Being at Madara’s side as both someone supporting him, as well as challenging him (and Hashirama and Tobirama).

Madara’s behavior would in general be a kind one, soft one even, towards his wife. As is the case with Izuna, there were some gestures of affection only reserved for his brother, but Madara would have no issues with touching his wife - holding her hand, caressing her face, a hand on her shoulder and knee. Kissing her would be a gesture he only did in private, though.

Out in public he would loosely rest a hand against her waist, or they would walk with their arms linked, if they were meant to be seen together. If apart he would speak highly of her to his kinsmen, should anyone ask about her.

Madara would never - under any circumstance - force himself upon his wife. Love-making was a very sacred practice that was not consummated as often as people would perhaps think. It was also a very intricate dance where their roles changed from one night to the next. Madara had actually few issues with his wife being assertive between the sheets.

As is the case with the headcanons for Izuna, even with Madara I will make a distinction between the children of the clan and his own, biological children.

Like Izuna Madara would be gentle with children in general. He was the oldest of five, he practically raised Izuna alongside Tajima and their mother (until her passing as well), so I can see him as being kind - soft even - towards children.

But he will not tolerate disrespectful behaviour from them. There is a hierarchy in their clan, and while he is not quite so strict about it - as he perhaps should be - he will put even children in their place should he need to.

When sparring with children he is just as strict as his brother, but he is a touch more merciful than Izuna on the other hand - especially the youngest shinobi of their clan are allowed to hit him more times than anyone would hope to achieve in a single training session (If anyone but Izuna is his sparring partner, that is).

If Madara had children (I can see him as a father of three in total) of his own, he would be quite a “warm” father so to speak. He would be attentive to their needs and protect them from harm. Like Izuna he would have few issues with letting his child/ren climb over him, play with him and even pester him with questions about anything and everything - he would also put them aside as many times as it was required, to finish a particular task in peace. A sharp glance was often enough to get his disapproval across (no Sharingan, though).

As with his wife he would never - no matter the circumstances - raise his hand against his child/ren.

He would also - in private - harbour the wish (tiny as it was) that they would not grow up as shinobi, as well as harbouring the wish for a daughter (if pre-Konoha) for the sole reason that the chances of having to bury their own child was diminished. But he would of course love his daughter as well, with a similar fervor to the way he loved his wife. It would not come naturally how to raise a daughter, though - he was born the eldest of five brothers after all. Like Izuna, Madara believed in biological differences between men and women (Yin and Yang), but that would not be entirely helpful when caring for his daughter (until she was older).

While he would be a constant presence in the life of his child/ren, he would take a slightly more passive role if gifted with a daughter. Observing his wife and daughter, and learning so how to be there for her when she was beginning to walk and babble.

That said, he is well aware that his wish cannot be granted - and so he will train them to become the strongest they can be. Being strict, merciful and even a touch harsher on his own children, than those of the clan.

If Madara became a father after Konoha is founded, he would still be an attentive father (knowing the importance of his presence in their life) - but he would be a touch more subdued in his love for them, as the loss of Izuna would be that all-consuming that not even his child/ren could help him through it. He would wish for a son with all his heart, though, but would not follow through with his intention, of naming his son after his beloved brother, in the end.

But in general he would be a supportive father. Kind and warm, yet also a touch uncomfortable and cold at times (due to the war and the issues it caused within him). His neglect would never be intentional, however and his wife would make sure to educate their children about some of Madara’s PTSD-symptoms and make sure they never grew up feeling like they were in any way defect. But he would also be a father that in general touched his children a lot, as it was through gestures that Madara communicated his love and appreciation for his family - and it also helped him. Words he simply could not trust in the same way.

His expectations for his child/ren would simply be that they became as strong as they could become, so he knew the clan was in good hands after his passing. Only when they were older would his expectations become more like those for his wife; that they cared for the clan, and had a “polite/kind” (daughter) front for the rest of the clan.

All in all Madara would be a loved husband and father, the same he had been a loved son and loved (older)brother.

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I hope this answer is satisfying, anon. :)

Thank you once more for your lovely question. It was a joy answering this.

All the best and take care o/

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Would you recommend hellsing ?

Of course!! If you look at my recent posts history, you'll see that I'm clearly very biased towards Hellsing (Ultimate). It's about Dracula being the most overpowered being in his verse, who hunts Nazis and who can basically solo the world. Alucard is awesome. You know he's winning every fight, but you still can't help cheering on how he goes about the entire exchange and his attitude towards his opponents. He's violent and scary and enjoys thoroughly squashing his opponents. He'd be an end-game villain if he didn't happen to be on the good guys' team.

Oh and who says stuff like, "It prompts a stirring in my loins" to his boss? Alu does, cuz he just doesn't care and who can really stop him from running his mouth?

He's actually very vulnerable and emotional beneath the veneer of confidence and psycho smiles, which makes me love him more.

There is an Abridged version of Hellsing, which is a parody that is fun to watch once, if only to understand other people's memes. Imo it's just for jokes and misses a lot of the characters' personalities though.

There's also a Castlevania version of Alucard on Netflix, which I haven't watched, but I read that the first few seasons are excellent. It's on my to-do list. This one features a completely different Alucard Tepes, who is the son of Dracula.

hypothetical dad! madara w/ a little daughter is so funny to me cause i can so see him watching a little konoha kid giving his daughter like a flower they plucked and immediately falling to his knees: crying sobbing throwing up the whole performance. takes him 2 weeks to recover, god forbid it’s like hashirama’s kid or a senju in general

Madara with a little girl would certainly be precious, but hmm... no I don't see him falling to his knees and making a spectacle of himself because a boy gave her a flower.

From what we see of him, Madara is an emotional man, but he tends to bottle up his strongest feelings until they boil over. He is prone to emotional outbursts, but whenever he is that open, they tend to be negative displays of emotion. Anger, hatred, vengeance, disdain, and whatnot. It was rare for him to burst out in laughter, and it was only with Hashirama from what we were shown. I'm guessing he did outwardly show if he was happy with his family too, before he lost everyone.

He came from a time where crying/sobbing wasn't really an appropriate response to any hardship a shinobi was facing, no matter what he was feeling. It was weak, and weakness was punished with death in his era. That's why I don't think he'd ever rail to the heavens in joy from a boy courting his daughter, nevermind whether he approved of the suitor to begin with (keep in mind he's probably extremely protective of her and in his mind, no one is good enough)... it'd just be so out of character for him.

Instead, assuming Madara was okay with whoever gifted his daughter with flowers (and is perhaps romantically interested in her while she returns the sentiment), I think he would just be internally elated at the prospects of her finding her own happiness. It would be a quiet, simmering contentment and pride he feels and the faintest hint of a smile is all he'd show the world before he walks away to let the budding couple be.