Hi! I just discovered your blog cuz of the Hellsing requests post! I was wondering, if it’s not too much trouble, could I request an imagine where the reader works for Hellsing but The Captain has a thing for them, even though they should be mortal enemies?

bookwormmedz:

First of all, since I first read this request, in the time I took to write it we have become the best of friends! So thank you my bestie, for loving the same guys that I do and sharing that love with me! I did my best to do this justice! Hope you like it! – Medinah 

Catching the attention of the Hellsing Organization was no
easy task, much less getting employed to work for them. _____ scratched the
back of his neck, sitting nervously in front of Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates
Hellsing. She lit herself a cigar, eyeing him and his somewhat unnerved
countenance.

“That’s some move you pulled, saving those children from
falling steel beams in broad daylight. What are those abilities of yours
anyway?”

“Well…” he stated nervously “to be formal, I think it would
be something along the lines of Psychic Force Field Generation. It’s a psionic
power, sir.”

Though she only had smoked barely a quarter of her cigar,
she stubbed it out into her ash tray, looking intently at the young man in
front of her.

“You do realize why you’re here don’t you? The Hellsing
organization could use a fine talent like yours. We’ll pay you handsomely if
you’re worried about the money. We’ll even eliminate that media attention
you’re getting. You just need to follow instructions and lay low.”

“As nice as that all sounds sir, I don’t know a thing about
my powers except that I can activate them under high levels of mental stress.”

“That’s fine, I’m sure we will find an adequate way around
that. I suppose that’s a yes then? I don’t often ask people twice.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

“Hmph” Integra said, visibly satisfied with the results of
their discussion “you’ll find your uniform waiting with the Manor’s retainer,
Walter. He’ll have everything you need, as well as the answers to any questions
you may have in regards to life at the Hellsing Manor.”

“Yes, thank you sir.”

“Good” she waved her hand at him “you’re dismissed for now.
If I need you, I’ll send Walter to call for you.”

When _____ stepped outside, he was aptly greeted, as
promised, by the household retainer, Walter. He was an elderly man but of good
complexion. Kindly, almost.

“Ah, _____ was it? I’ve heard much about you. Born into an
average family with an IQ ranging just above 160. What was the value? 165? You
are quite the catch for the organization, if I may say so myself young man.”

“Thank you sir, I am humbled.”

“Please, call me Walter.”

Everything at the Manor seemed beyond what _____ had
experienced in his life thus far, but it seems settling in just wasn’t in the
cards for him. Once he arrived to his allotted room, Walter curtly wished him a
good night. He entered the room, only to find that the window was ajar and a
young boy, with feline ears protruding from his head sat upon his bed, swishing
what appeared to be his tail, happily.

Before he could ask any questions, in the corner of his eye,
he could see a slender, fairly tall, bespectacled female pointing what seemed
to be a rifle directly at him. She pulled the trigger but ______ felt no pain.
Slowly, he felt himself lulled to sleep, a numbing sensation taking over his
normally strengthened mind.

He awoke only an hour later, but not in the Manor. He was in
a bed, but his wrists and ankles were bound, albeit loosely. His eyes flickered
around, looking for familiar faces, or at least the ones he saw just before he
went unconscious.

No-one, just silence and darkness with the room illuminated
only by the light of the moon slipping through the window. He wracked his brain
for answers, or at least a possible escape route. He let go of this notion when
he realized his mind was too static to even conjure anything sufficient, so he
decided to stay put. Before long, someone had come for him, and hopefully with
answers to the plethora of questions he had almost tipping over in his
overactive mind.

His unlucky streak hadn’t seemed to cease as the door was
swung open and a figure stood at the doorway. The man who appeared was of
massive stature, towering over most men and adorned with a uniform ______ recognized
as belonging to the Afrika Korps who were a German expeditionary force who
served in WWII if his memory served him well. His eyes were almost like glowing
orbs, lighting up the darkened room where ______ was being kept.

“Now, I know I am in no position to ask questions or to make
demands, but why was I brought here?”

The taller man kept his gaze on _______, not a whisper escaping
from his mouth in response.

He attempted talking to the bulking mass of a man to no
avail; he would not say a word.  

The feline boy appeared then, appearing like a small child
compared to the physicality of the silent man who kept his gaze locked onto
you.

“Ah, you’re awake then? Captain here was keeping a close eye
on you the entire time, making sure you’re okay! I think he has a little crush
on you!”

As if to agree, a pink rouge spread across the cheeks of
this giant man, who ______ knew to be The Captain. ______ felt himself mentally
chuckle at the fact that such a larger than life person could be swayed by a
couple of words from a petite, slender feline boy.

“Anyway, I can’t say much now, but we were given orders to
take you to The Major, so we are here to escort you!”

The feline boy unfastened the leather straps used to detain
him, allowing him to get up and follow behind them.

That was then, almost a week ago now. Through that time, The
Captain had become more than intimate with ______, first going to give him his
meals and then sitting with him, watching him go about his daily activities.
The Captain watched him write memos in his journal, and eventually kept him
company until he fell asleep. He was kept in captivity but he lived happily
enough, doing his best to keep positive. The Captain admired that. He had no
problem with having The Captain around and actually savoured the company and
attention of this man that had really grown on him. One day, when he was brave
enough, the lycan climbed into ______’s bed just as he was getting to sleep.

“Oh, you want to sleep here tonight? Won’t you be in
trouble?”

He nuzzled his nose into ______’s neck as if to say he didn’t
care, that there was more on his mind. By more, he supposed, maybe it was him.

AAAAHHHHHH!