This made me super happy to write. I’m so glad you like Claude enough to request stuff for him and Pip!
If Claude and Pip were together, Claude would absolutely be all about his new boyfriend all the time. Even during their patrol duties in the Manor, Claude would practically beg Integra to schedule his patrols in conjunction with Pip’s. If one or the other has to be sent out on a mission, Claude volunteers to tag along for “support” (really he just wants to protect the perfectly-capable Pip).
Notably, Seras thinks it’s absolutely adorable how hard Claude was crushing on Pip when they first met, and acts sort of like an older sister with regards to their relationship. Integra’s fascinated by their reciprocal attraction, but supports it both because she (to other people) thinks that kind of comradery will do wonders for their fighting capacity, and because she (privately) is glad to see the blonde soldier happy because she still blames herself for the circumstances leading to his family’s demise.
Pip is completely unaccustomed to this kind of attention from anybody. It would definitely take some getting used to, as he’s never had experience with somebody who so eagerly fawns over him and wants to be with him every minute of the day. It flatters him tremendously, he’s just not used to it.
It’s also Claude’s first relationship with anyone, even at almost 22 years old, so he’s super awkward all the time. He’s always taking pictures with or of Monsieur Bernadotte and showing them to people.
I headcanon that it wouldn’t be Pip’s first relationship, but would certainly be his first one with another guy. He’s every bit as out of his element as Claude is, but he tries to hide his awkwardness by being super smooth and making it seem like he’s always got everything under control, with his suave Frenchness. More than once he’d have to turn away to hide his blushes as Claude hits him with a compliment out of nowhere.
They’d be very good at balancing each other out. Pip’s the more realistic, worldly, well-traveled, boisterous, experienced mercenary with unequalled skill in wordplay and talking to his partners. Claude’s the fairly sheltered, quiet, anxious, nervous vampire-hunting soldier who can see a broad-strokes version of the future.
Claude is O B S E S S E D with Pip’s hair. He’s always playing with it, running his fingers through it, even gently toying with Pip’s braid when they’re in the hallway together. Claude always asks the mercenary to teach him how to braid his own hair, and offers to braid it for Pip after he learns how.
Kisses between the two are even more awkward than their normal interactions. Claude is a full head shorter than Pip, so the mercenary always has to lean down to some degree if Claude’s gonna kiss him or vice-versa.
Our short little soldier is also incredibly protective of Pip. Since Claude can see some future events, anything that has a possibility of leading to Pip’s harm means he’ll do anything he can to prevent it from happening. Pip doesn’t really understand this for the first couple of months, so he’s frequently confused when, before being sent on an otherwise-routine mission, he’s getting accompanied by Claude and a pair of soldiers from his squadron.
They’re also the perfect teachers for each other. Pip teaches Claude French, and all sorts of information about locales and cultures from across the world that he’s never been able to experience. Claude teaches the mercenary more simple things like cooking, how to fight supernatural creatures, and all sorts of little known facts about mythological beings that he only knows because Hellsing’s had to deal with them in the past.
( @herushingu gonna tag you in this cuz you seemed to like Claude)
When I reopen requests, I’ll take requests for scenarios in addition to headcanons. I’ll do SFW and NSFW requests, but nothing involving non-consensual sexual situations between characters. Fights and violence are perfectly acceptable (I’ve written enough of that in my main fanfic). Since I’m currently just taking requests for Hellsing, I’d ask that for headcanons, please limit your request to one faction at a time (Hellsing, Iscariot, or Millennium). I’d also like to shamelessly plug my fanfiction and make it clear that I’m alright with taking requests about my OC too, for anyone that likes him.
These are more just guidelines, and open to changing, I’m still new to writing requests so I’m sort of coming up with my rules as I go along.
Hey, everyone! I just wanted to say I’ll be closing requests for a few days. I have a lot of writing to do for classes over the next couple of weeks, and I still haven’t written Part 7 of my Hellsing fic. Now, no worries, if you’ve already sent me a request, I’m still going to respond to it. I just won’t be taking new ones until I get all these assignments off my chest. I hope you all understand!
Hey! Thank you for sending this ask, and for working out specifics with me! This scenario went a bit longer than I’d expected, so I hope you enjoy!
This is going to be buried under a cut, not because it’s NSFW, but because there’s themes of jealousy and a Yandere!Anderson, which might not be everyone’s cup of tea. Please heed the warning if you’re sensitive to stuff like this.
Anderson loved his partner. They were sweet, wonderful with the children of the orphanage, their knowledge of the Bible nearly rivalled his own. That was why he worried about them constantly.
Not about their safety, oh no. The orphanage sat comfortably near the Vatican, one of the most heavily-defended locations in the world. His partner’s safety would be guaranteed.
No, what worried him was losing them to someone else.
The priest was getting on in age, that much was true. Though his regeneration kept him looking younger, he was no longer the energetic youth he used to be. Perhaps they’d want someone their age, who would be able to keep up with them when he no longer could. Maybe they’d be looking for someone who didn’t kill for the Vatican, who wasn’t such a dangerous individual.
These thoughts troubled him constantly, drawing his mind away from more immediate tasks. More than once had he been in the middle of a mission, a thousand miles away from the Vatican, and his thoughts had gotten consumed with the thought of his beloved being cradled in someone else’s arms, his own self all but forgotten in his absence.
Anderson prayed for guidance, all the time. He prayed more for this than he’d prayed for anything else in his life. Eyes filled with tears, he’d walk the gardens of the orphanage, or standing behind the pulpit after mass, or seated on his bed, hands clenched together tight enough to rip his gloves, chanting the same prayer under his breath. He’d ask for God’s grace and guiding hand to lead him through these trying times, to find the faith in his partner he so desperately needed. It never seemed to really help, these thoughts were always on his mind.
He never told his partner how he felt, how worried he was that he’d lose them. God’s Assassin, the Angel Dust, the Regenerator, could not summon up the courage to talk through this with his partner.
Things got worse when the new student priest arrived. He was their age, far more beautiful than Anderson. Clean-shaven, hair as red as a cherry. His voice was even more beautiful.
And he was getting entirely too close to them.
It started innocently enough. The occasional lingering glance from the scarlet-haired priest, lasting just a little too long when Anderson’s partner walked away. Then came the gifts, anonymous presents of flowers. They assumed the gifts were from Anderson, but the priest knew the truth.
Then it was the talking, the offers of dinner. They were too innocent to know what the scarlet-haired priest was alluding to, they were far too naive to think he meant anything other than an innocuous lunch.
The final straw for Anderson was the kiss. The red-haired priest, tired of their naivety, stole a kiss in the garden at dusk. Anderson had seen through the window of his room. His partner backed away, flustered, excused themselves before fleeing into the building. That would not happen again. He’d make sure of it.
His partner was his, nobody else’s.
Just as quickly as the cherry-haired priest had arrived, he’d vanished. Bishop Maxwell explained, in the company of Anderson and his partner, that the young student priest had been excommunicated and exiled from the Vatican, though he was remarkable scarce on details. He didn’t relent anything further when pressed for why the priest was excommunicated.
But Anderson knew the truth.
In the middle of the night, Anderson and Maxwell, accompanied by a small cadre of Iscariot guards, had entered the young priest’s room. Maxwell read him the charges, a lengthy list of pure lies, enumerating sins ranging from selling indulgences, to heresy, to the sin of fornication. The young priest dropped to his knees, begging for forgiveness, begging the church officials to see that these charges were untrue. But they didn’t listen.
Of course, the guards didn’t know the truth, but Maxwell did. Maxwell, Anderson’s closest confidant, the only one who knew how Anderson felt about his partner. The Bishop understood entirely, and was willing to grant this favor to his old friend.
In the darkest hour of the night, they’d transported the priest to a bridge, overlooking the deepest body of water near the Vatican. Though bound and gagged, the priest screamed, terrified. They’d tied his legs to a concrete block. Anderson sighed, praying. Praying for the young priest’s soul to find salvation in the afterlife, mostly, before burying one of his bayonets in the cherry-haired priest’s chest.
The terrified student priest grew silent, and they threw his body into the river as though it were garbage to be dumped. Anderson cleaned his blades as the Iscariot members cleaned up the blood.
He’d do it again, if he had to. Nobody was going to be with his partner but him.
and here’s a little quick picture of a crack ship I have recently gotten into and I don’t see a lot so expect a lot of these two and of course pip and seras. but here ya go!
To be honest I fucking love this ship and don’t see enough of it
OKAY, THIS BOY, THE PUREST GUY EVER IN A THEME PARK! He’s been so sequestered away from the world for the past few decades that he’s never had the opportunity to visit one!
Imagine his quiet awe at all the lights, the sights, the smells, the sounds. You can’t see it in his face but you can feel it in his eyes. He’s so excited to be there, it’s unreal. At first, the sheer number of people kind of overwhelm him, but having you nearby helps calm him down and stay relaxed.
Those rigged games that are always super hard to win and get a prize from? No problem for the Captain. You would be walking away with armfuls of stuffed animals if you let this guy play these games.
On the flip side, imagine winning a stuffed animal for him! The look in his eyes when you win him a giant stuffed bear or dog, a huge stuffed animal nearly as big as he is. Of course he doesn’t say anything, but you can just FEEL him thinking “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CARRY THIS?!”
The Captain is always slightly disappointed by the thrill rides. Never because they’re not thrilling, but because every single thrill ride is too short for him. The most massive rollercoasters are too short for the poor man, so expect to be riding a single ride half a dozen times or more until he’s decided he wants to move on.
Captain is in love with the food, no matter how unhealthy it may be. Fried foods, funnel cakes, hot dogs, cotton candy, it doesn’t matter to him as he continuously eats between rides.
No matter how many times you’ve taken him to a theme park, every visit is like the first visit in terms of his awe and love of all of the park around him. At least once a week you’d have to visit, that’s how much he loves it.
Imagine spending the entire day there, long enough that both of you are fully exhausted when you finally leave, and the sleepy puppy that is the Captain is struggling to keep his eyes open while up to his neck in stuffed animals that form that day’s haul of fluffiness.
The Rose-Clad Demon Doctor 