#Or i would awake in him desires of embracing his feminine side and forever change him

[roseunspindle]

Getting back into Hellsing and...

I am really loving the idea of dawn era Walter and Alucard, I think they are my favorite ship. This turned into a part fanfic/part train of thought. Oops.

Like, Alucard is just waiting for a Hellsing to slip up, but isn’t very interested in Arthur, he’s the head of the family but is to much the philanderer and playboy to even interest Alucard, so he’s just biding his time, being as unsettling as possible, when Arthur bring to the manner a boy, a peculiar boy.

This boy is everything Arthur isn’t, he’s fierce, strong, passionate, violent, and yet binds that up in hilarious upper crust British stuffiness. Plus, he actually seems to enjoy Alucard’s antics, dropping books on his head, skulking in shadows, talking to him through his mirror, he takes the shape of a young girl to make the boy relax, that doesn’t really work, Walter never seems to forget what Alucard is, but he also, in many ways, doesn’t seem to care. 

Arthur mostly tries to ignore that the 500 year old warlord has gone from being a malevolent presence to pelting his butler/assassin/soldier with dried beans in the kitchen like he has a crush...(Arthur does is best to drown that thought out with a lot of booze.)

Alucard keeps waiting for something to be “to much” for Walter, but the fact that he’s a vampire only takes Walter about a day to process, the “I’m a boy but I changed myself to look like this when you arrived” somehow leaves them both a little quiet. The “I’m Dracula” conversation is actually the least painful yet mostly because Walter starts pulling his fingers away from his nose and Alucard has to shift into his original form just to prove to Walter that his nose didn’t really look like that. 

Walter of course has to read Dracula, as well as Mina and Van Helsing’s journals, and instead of being as painful as Alucard remembered, Walter will ask about some things for clarification or Alucard’s point of view, he can tell Walter doesn’t agree with most of his thoughts at the time, but doesn’t condemn him for them. 

Though the conversation about the reeking breath leads to Walter trapped in giggles for nearly an hour after Alucard admits that Transylvania wasn’t big on modern things like toothbrushes, and finally proves to Walter that his oral hygiene has greatly improved by kissing his still laughing mouth.

This does end the giggles and leaves Walter, who’s only thirteen, blushing rather  alot, while looking kind of pleased, and Alucard feeling a bit shocked. That wasn’t dark, calculated seduction, it was a pure spur of the moment, he looks cute laughing, thing. Alucard feels a bit lost.

Things come to a head when they are in Poland, fighting side by side with Walter is glorious, the boy truly earning his moniker The Angel of Death. He and Alucard rip through Millennium and anyone else like nothing. Walter see’s Alucard shred through soldiers with teeth and hounds and shadows, and (after suitable brushing) still kisses him.

Another hurdle is passed when Walter and Alucard (and Alucard’s coffin) are well out of range of any pick up for a while and Alucard offers Walter space in the coffin, and Walter accepts, they have to tuck it further away from the sun, do to them needing to keep the lid cracked since Walter actually has to breathe.

Alucard feels and odd peace when he lets himself sleep, Walter and he tangled around each other together in his last domain.

It isn’t until they return to England, back to Hellsing and Alucard finds himself a bit listless, for the last months of their tenure in the war, they always slept in the coffin, but they are “home” now, and Alucard fears it will end, but no, come nightfall when he is waking, Walter is sliding into the coffin with him, and he’ll hold the boy for a while, and days when he and Walter have been out hunting all night are the best, for then they sleep the day away together.

Arthur continues to do his best not to notice or think on things. Such as Walter actually using a chunk of money (that he never really spent) to order a stately four poster bed, which went now where upstairs in the house, or the soldiers muttering about seeing the pair embracing after a mission.

He really has to try hard to not notice and not laugh, when the pairs fights often seem to to involve Alucard purposefully running about in dog form and getting things muddy and Walter eating obscene amounts of garlic bread.

He can’t ignore anything the day that Walter gets a deep, nasty stab wound to the side and is in surgery for hours, a frantic Alucard pacing back and forth, masks aside and worry plan on his face. Arthur can’t deny it now, Alucard is in love (with a fifteen year old boy, his mind cries out), he ignores, that. He sent Walter to war at thirteen, he has no room to quibble.

Alucard see’s him watching and stares, almost daring, but at the same time begging him to say something. The great warlord is afraid. Afraid of this fragile being he’s bound to, afraid of these feelings Arthur think’s he’s never really experienced before. When the nurse comes to say Walter can see visitors, he sends Alucard in ahead of him.

When he glances through the open door, Alucard is in his original body, forehead pressed to Walter’s, their hands are clasped and both look peaceful.

After that the pair are less circumspect, though still maintain a level of propriety, for which Arthur is grateful and display’s this gratefulness by trying to clean up better after his own dalliances.

Walter knows that someday he will let Alucard bite him, and turn him into a vampire. It a bit amorphous, this “someday”. It is, until is isn’t. Seriously, a trip to the tailor’s to grab a new suit for Arthur, an unwary driver and Walter thinks and first it is all over.

Until, until a voice, comes to him in the fog, asking, begging, Walter let me, Walter stay with me, forever, an of course, Walter knows this voice, he feels he has an inkling of what the voice wants and does his best to give assent, the world is very fuzzy. There is a sensation to the side of his neck, and he knows, just on the edge of his mind, he thinks he knows what it is, then warmth, on his mouth the voice saying, drink, please, drink, he loves that voice, and so he does.

An undetermined amount of time later, Walter wakes up. He doesn’t hurt, and doesn’t appear to be dead, which is an improvement from his last conscious thought. There are arms around him and when he opens his eyes, he can faintly make out Alucard’s in between face. The face of the body that favors the bright red coat. Interesting. It isn’t until he tries to sit up and bangs his head on the coffin lid, the completely closed coffin lid, which means it’s pitch black but he could still see. Walter mentally adjusts the “not dead” bit on his assessment. Alucard hasn’t moved, though he must be awake, for his own comfort, Walter slides the lid to the side bit, letting in the faint light. Alucard looks at him, waiting, worried, afraid, Walter realizes. 

He supposes it’s one thing to think “someday” but even Walter hadn’t figured he’d have just made nineteen when it happened, nor that it would be a car accident of all things, or that Walter wouldn’t even be properly conscious for it. He looks down into Alucard’s face and lets his own soften and Alucard’s relief is palpable. There will be time to learn this new body for fighting later for now...

Arthur really can’t help but notice his butler’s new red eyes, delicate fangs, and for whatever reason, new lineup of black, grey, and red shirts, he asks about the shirts and Walter simply rolls his eyes and mutters “Alucard” and Arthur accepts that as the explanation it is.

Things are a bit raw, the men are unnerved by it, well some are, others seem almost thrilled, Arthur really doesn't want to know, the maids are a bit leery, but Walter never falters, never even gives a hint that he desires human blood. Though the way Alucard hovers in those first weeks, Arthur rather thinks that no human blood, fresh or preserved passes Walter’s lips. only Alucards. 

Arthur shakes his head as he watches Alucard in his feminine form drop a just neatened stack of books on Walter’s head, life is strange and he feels almost happy about that. Because if a a five hundred year old warlord vampire can at long last find love in a boy from from the streets, well, anyone could, even womanizing drunkards like him. 

#hellsing #aluwalter #girlycard x walter #hellsing the dawn #sort of a fanfic #Alucard #walter c dornez #sort of train of thought #i apologize to people trying to read this