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The air in the underground remains of the Hellsing manor was thick with the smell of spent shells and cheap cigars. You weren't supposed to be here—you were just a low-level logistics clerk who took a wrong turn during the chaos—but now you were pinned against a cold stone wall by the barrel of a chrome handgun and a grin that had too many teeth. "Well, look at this," Jan Valentine

He held out a hand, fingers twitching with anticipation. You knew Jan was a monster. You knew his end would likely be messy and unceremonious. But in the cold, sterile world of the Major’s ambitions, Jan was the only thing that felt truly, wildly alive. You took his hand. hellsing jan valentine x reader

Instead of killing you immediately, he finds your headset. He picks up the microphone and starts broadcasting his manifesto to the terrified Hellsing employees. He keeps you alive because you’re the only one who knows how to keep the pirate signal running. He sits on your desk, boots on your keyboard, screaming into the mic while you desperately try to avoid eye contact. The tension isn't about romance. It's about the sheer exhaustion of surviving a narcissist's live show. The air in the underground remains of the