#「 ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵛᶦˡ ᶦˢ ʷʰᶦˢᵖᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ / asks. 」

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@gctita confesses: TOUCH MEME 🔥

send a symbol for my muse to react to yours… / not accepting.

grinding against them

She’s been teasing Heinkel all day. Sneaky little brushes of her gloved fingers against their hip or thigh, sidelong glances when nobody’s paying attention, that long tongue gliding—slowly­­—over the fang that peeks from between Seras’ full lips.

They’ve seen it all.

But the Regenerator’s been remarkably restrained—must be, since they’re hardly alone in Hellsing’s conference room. Still, there’s only so much Heinkel can take before they snap, and it’s become more and more obvious in the last hour just how agitated the young vampire’s playfulness is wearing on their self-control.

Instead of standing in the shadows beside Makube, they’ve started pacing behind him with eyes lasered on the former law officer beneath the unkempt fringe of their hair. They can see the quirk of her lips as she watches from behind her own master. In fact, they’re so busy watching the vampire that they almost miss the sighed dismissal, like there’s a lag in Heinkel’s Italian translation though they speak it as naturally as their born tongue. Apparently Iscariot’s chief has finally tired of his subordinate’s restlessness. In an instant, they’re gone from the room.

It never takes the vampire long to find her opposite, and this time’s no exception: only a handful of minutes tick by. She’s usually tentative with them (for good reason), but today, Seras is decidedly less-so. Heinkel’s pressed back against a wall with a breathy murmur of their name on those taunting lips. It’s a tone that has them growling softly in response, or maybe it’s how that smaller body slots against their own. Either way, it’s rapidly reigniting the embers smouldering within the gunner.

Mismatched hands reach for Seras’ hips and hold as she arches provocatively, tightening in silent encouragement. It’s been months since they’ve had this kind of contact, this intimacy, but time has made it no less intoxicating—maybe moreso—and they’re like an addict.

Heinkel’s self-control has never been that great.

Another growl, low and promising, and they grab the small hands sliding across their chest. Heinkel shifts, manoeuvres that smaller body with their own. Now it’s Seras against the wall instead of them, facing the cool stone rather than having her back to it, and wrists pinned loosely above her head. Sure, the vampire could free herself if she wished, but Heinkel suspects she won’t, suspects this might be just what she wants.

They lean their body into her’s now, gloved fingers sliding their way low on Seras’ stomach between it and the wall. It’s Heinkel’s turn to tease, to torture. The Regenerator’s touch dips lower, following the lines of a strong, slender thigh until fabric gives way to bare skin. It lingers there a moment, brushing surprisingly lightly, as teeth nip over an ear lobe.

“ What do hou want, Sherash Victoria? ”

Only when she answers will fingers slip beneath her skirt and slide their way back up.

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POUTS

“D-don’t gif me zat look——”

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@frcmshadcws​​ confesses: ♕ (headcanon prompts)

untitled headcanon prompts / accepting.

CHILDHOOD

Heinkel’s childhood was far from ordinary. They suffered a great deal of abuse at the hands of their parents, who were far from prepared for and accepting of their intersex, deformed, child. Though their mistreatment was rarely physically violent, it was exceedingly rare they showed Heinkel any affection at all, as if they were disgusted to even touch their child. Their cruel words, however, stick with Heinkel the rest of their life.

If they had to be out in public, Heinkel was to be on ���her’ best behaviour—barely seen and not heard—and was never permitted to play with other children.

If they did anything their parents perceived as untoward, Heinkel would be locked in a closet as punishment. At first it was only hours at a time, but it grew to days, or even weeks locked in the dark alone. This treatment left them with permanent, if mild, photophobia and is why they wear tinted glasses even indoors, and also why they never sleep with their room completely dark.

Eventually, when Heinkel was about nine years old, their parents never came to unlock the closet door to give them food and water.

But they hadn’t deliberately abandoned their God-forsaken child, no. A vampire had taken over the town and their parents became ghouls, later destroyed by Alexander Anderson. It was he who found Heinkel, locked away but unharmed, and brought them to the Vatican’s care.

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@gctita​ confesses: ANGER, BODY, LOVE, PET PEEVE headcanons

untitled headcanon prompts / accepting.

ANGER

Perhaps because of their upbringing, both under their parents’ and Iscariot’s influence, Heinkel can come off as rather fractious and short-tempered. This isn’t actually the case though. Certainly, they do get irritated quickly, but it’s usually only on the surface and they can set whatever’s troubling them aside relatively quickly.

It takes a lot to truly get under Heinkel’s skin and enrage them. The best way to do that is, of course, to deliberately target the ones they care for. Once that happens, they won’t stop until the grudge is settled by blood.

BODY

They work hard to maintain a strong physique even though the majority of their work is ranged. Heinkel has a rigorous workout routine that they follow almost without fail; not only does it help with their self-image and discipline, it comes in handy on the occasions they do choose to go in up close to their targets. If need be, they’re more than capable of taking someone down hand-to-hand—or getting their partner’s other half to emerge if Yumiko is unwilling.

LOVE

Heinkel in love is a peculiar beast. They can go from very caring and attentive in private to downright possessive to moody to awkward stuttering with almost comical speed. Like any true wolf, Heinkel is deeply loyal to their partner, and won’t easily give up. It takes a great deal of time and trust before they’ll realise their feelings let alone admit to or act on them—but once they do and know their partner reciprocates, they’ll move heaven and earth for them.

PET PEEVE

It might come as a surprise, but Heinkel is something of a neat-freak regarding their workspace. They dislike anyone disturbing the latest firearm they’re re-building or rummaging through their drawers. Even Yumiko and Yumie tend to stay clear of their desk, or at the very least ask if she needs something. God help anyone else that takes something without permission. They’ve come close to crushing other paladins’ hands just for trying!

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@gctita​ confesses: 🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured

touch meme / accepting.

It should’ve been an easy mission. Just one lone vampire, not even any ghouls under its command. In and out—probably not even a full clip of bullets. Back on the plane to Rome the next morning before Hellsing even figures out they’ve been sent a little too close to English territory.

Instead, Heinkel’s little more than a ragdoll embedded in rebar, unable to move and unable to do the decent thing and die. There’s a touch of light in the sky which tells the Regenerator it’s been hours since their little venture off the edge of the half-constructed building the vampire’d been hiding in. Other than that, they remember little more than the blind rage they’ve come to know intimately. It’s faded now, but it’s also why they’re doing a great impression of a pinned insect.

There’d been no indication that their target could manipulate minds. Apparently the informant had missed that part. The Iscariot priest barely had the chance to draw a gun before they’d fallen victim, lost to the images of war and the people they cared for being slaughtered. That vampire bitch had them dancing around like some crazed marionette and walked Heinkel right off the building!

A gurgled growl bubbles from their speared chest and up where foamy blood’s built in the Regenerator’s mouth. They pull again, but the red-eyed monster’s bent the bars so there’s no way they can get free. Not without Heinkel somehow tearing off their own impaled limbs—it might’ve been possible if they hadn’t lost their prosthetic arm on impact.

They’re just going to have to wait until construction restarts (another full fucking day away), or until someone finds them by chance. And what were the odds of that?

Heinkel’s consciousness wavers with the lack of oxygen and their body’s fruitless effort to heal around the rebar embedded in it. At least their sense of pain is somewhat deadened, though the feeling of their lungs filling with blood over and over isn’t exactly fun. They’re too hazy to care, regardless…

The priest comes to with the groan of metal bending and the vague sound of shouting… Their name? Artificially-blue eyes crack open to a figure above them tugging their arm free with little effort. There’s a hood hiding their saviour’s face, but Heinkel doesn’t need to see it to know it’s Seras. A mixture of relief and irritation rise as their body’s tugged carefully from the concrete.

Of course it’d be her.

It’s always Seras fucking Victoria involving herself and caring too damn much. But at least she knows better than to panic and make a bigger mess by calling the ‘authorities’. She knows that they’ll heal on their own soon enough.

By the time Heinkel’s propped up against a wall, the holes in their body have started shrinking and they can feel their lungs inflate properly. Things are starting to hurt properly again, but they’re used to that pain. A moment more and the haze has worn off and they push their body a little more upright with their remaining arm, cough a half-dried mess of sanguine foam from their throat, and carelessly rub the rest away with a sleeve.

“Hou’re late, Hellshing.”

Gratitude’s not their strong point, but the Hellsing brat knows them well enough to understand that—surely doesn’t expect a pretty ‘thank you’ from her long-time rival. Their version is the hand that lingers on her arm for a moment and squeezes, sunken gaze meeting concerned, vampiric red.

As much it bites at their pride, they’re not equipped to handle this target right now. They’ll need at least another hour to heal fully. The vampire will have completely gone to ground by then.

“Wash out for zhish one… Fucksh wizh hour brain, don’t look her in zhe eyesh.”

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@gctita​ is such a fucking sinner: -flashes police girl tiddies at Heinkel-

heinkel.exe has stopped working.

Close program?

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@gctita​ confesses: “ For SInday, have Seras give Heinkel a big warm hug. They need it. ”

They fail to comprehend what’s happening for a moment, body tensing for a fight that doesn’t come. It takes several more beats for fists to uncurl and their expression to soften. And a few more after that to even begin processing the near-nauseating swirl of emotions in their gut.

Fucking Seras Victoria and her ridiculous determination to give a God damn fuck.

Heinkel’s breath releases with a hiss that’s more uncertain than the threatening they hope for. It’s something of a belated reaction to try and pull away when an unexpected tug in their chest stops them. That tug twists into an ache and their next breath is a shuddering one. They swallow sharply and suddenly they notice something wet run along the damaged nerves in their lip. What...?

Shoving Seras off with a viscious snarl, the paladin backs away like a wounded animal—claws out and teeth bared. “Geh weg von mir!“

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@gctita​​ confesses: “ edging ”

send in kinks and my muse will rate them. / accepting

That’s it, it’s all over. Heinkel’s face has gone a brilliant shade of crimson and their stutter is completely unintelligible.

Definitely Not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes | There go my pants Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

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@gctita​ confesses:  drunk kiss drunk kiss drunk kiss!!

“...”

Downs the rest of their glass in a single pour. It’s gonna be one of those nights, and they’re not drunk enough. Yet.

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@gctita​ confesses: “ ✿ “

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below / accepting.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits (??)  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

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@gctita​ confesses: “ Okay, so instead of her typical hug, how about a soft forehead kiss? :> “

How is that any better?

It’s still disgustingly sappy. They’re not quite so repulsed by the vampire brat as they used to be (might not even mind the occasional casual touch), but it’s far from a necessary affection. Maybe Seras just does it to taunt Heinkel or goad them into lashing out. It sure as hell wouldn’t be the first time she’s pulled such a stunt. Still, the vampire’s attention seems to have become more and more genuine over the years...

“Grosh...”

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hugs Heinkel for the New Years!

They must be getting sentimental—or senile—in their old age. Instead of shooting the draculina on sight, Heinkel only voices their opinion with a disgruntled hiss; they don’t even push Seras away for a whole breath. “Geth off me.”

Something flickers, other than antipathy, in their eyes. Could it be amusement?

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✂ = threatening them

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It makes them snicker, that subtle baring of fangs. As if pain or death is even a concern for the Regenerator. There’s nothing that Seras Victoria can do to the monster that hasn’t already been done. Nothing that makes them think twice even for a moment before stepping forward to relieve Seras’ master of her customary sabre.

Taking the weapon is more symbolic than anything—considering the two pseudo-immortal creatures facing one another—but Hellsing is standing on the Vatican’s ground right now. And Iscariot’s inbound leader had given Heinkel a strict list on how to deal with their … guests.

Unfortunately, that means Heinkel can no more retaliate to the vampire’s little display than they could shoot these heretics. Makube is nothing if he wasn’t fucking diplomatic.

Heinkel considers themself very restrained and only gives the slightest hissed breath back at the undead girl before they step back and jerk their head towards a long corridor. “Thish way…”

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@gctita​ confesses: 🔅 & ✘

more & more headcanons / accepting.

What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why? 

Heinkel has travelled all over Europe and beyond. There’s only one place that holds any real meaning for them: the Iscariot headquarters within Vatican City. It’s the only place Heinkel’s ever felt truly at home, the one place they’ve belonged in their life. The only place they’ve truly been happy. While there’s been times where they’ve sought out life beyond the Vatican, trying to understand themself, they’ve always returned to the beautiful chapels and stone-paved roads they call ‘home’.

After the Battle of London, it feels less like home; there’s so much missing that it holds too many painful memories to be a place of genuine comfort for them, but it’s still the only place Heinkel knows. The only place that would take a monster like them.

Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them?

There’s only one person that Heinkel detests on a truly personal level: Walter Dolneaz. Even decades later, they still regret not being able to kill the bastard themself for everything he’s taken from them and for betraying the people that trusted him the most. And most of all, they hate that he didn’t even grant Heinkel the satisfaction of killing them too.

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@gctita​ confesses: ☠♣♛❀

headcanons: sex life edition.

Sexuality

Heinkel’s sexuality has always been as complicated and confusing as their gender identity is. Even admitting to themself that they’d want intimacy was difficult for the longest time—made moreso by the Church’s stance on sexual education and unusual upbringing. In spite of all this, with the help of the ever-patient Yumiko, Heinkel did gradually come to accept their own desires and come to the realisation that they don’t really need a label or anyone’s approval for what they feel.

They acknowledge now that they almost exclusively prefer women in the few people they are attracted to, and have a reasonable idea of what they enjoy when it comes to sex itself.

One thing they’ve never told

There’s not much they haven’t told their partner over the years the two have spent with each other, and there’s little that goes unsaid between them despite Heinkel’s reserved nature.That said, Heinkel has never actually told Yumiko that they do have a little envy for how easily she can wear women’s clothing. While it’s very rare they actually want to wear anything like that, whenever they try it always seems silly on their body with its broader shoulders and obvious muscles. So, instead, they keep to simple items that barely count as feminine, let alone pretty or elegant.

One thing their partner should never do

Heinkel finds any kind of dirty talk directed at them very uncomfortable to deal with, but more than that, they can’t stand being the center of attention during an encounter for more than the briefest moment. It’s as much as being forced to focus on their own body than it is having someone else’s attention entirely on them. They’ll almost always begin to withdraw from the moment when they realise it’s happening and retreat altogether; it will take them some time to regain enough trust in their partner to try that level of intimacy again.

One thing they’re dying to try.

They’d never admit this to anyone, but Heinkel’s rather curious about toys, especially strap-ons. But the idea of actually buying something like that is beyond embarrassing, and bringing up using it with their partner? Impossible.

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@gctita​ confesses: physically pick my muse up and carry them

manhandling symbol starters / accepting.

Maybe she’d seen them rub at the join between flesh and machine once too often tonight. Maybe she’d seen them wobble when they stood from the bar—as a result of the drinking or the artificial limb, it’s hard to say.

Or maybe Seras Victoria just wants to be a brat.

Whatever it is, Heinkel’s far less than pleased when they’re swept off their feet like a goddamn fairytale princess!

The noise they make is less snarl and more rasped squawk and limbs kick about in an attempt on freedom; unfortunately Seras is far stronger than she seems, so their effort is futile. It takes Heinkel a moment to cycle through surprise, confusion, rage, then settle on annoyance. The only saving grace in this situation is that the only bodies around them are once the pair had dispatched before taking advantage of the few surviving bottles of alcohol.

Regardless, if it’d been their prosthetic arm around the vampire’s throat, they’d be attempting to throttle her with it. However reluctant they are, Heinkel begrudgingly stills in her grasp and scowls without giving Seras the courtesy of looking at her—though the faint blush only mostly hidden by bandages lessens its impact somewhat. 

“Fucking showoff...”