The relationship between the Hunter and Hellsing’s Trashman is very complicated.
In one instance, the elder vampire is a mentor and a teacher to the young Walter, pushing him to achieve but doing it in a way the Orphan doesn’t quite understand. It created a painful bitterness for the vampire and what he took as his bullying. In another, he is a strange source of comfort to the boy, for reasons inexplicable to even me. However, the vampire seems to only treat him with disregard.
((under construction as I find out how to better define their ‘relationship’ in words))
Out of line —As a young man, his skills were limited to the strings he spent so long perfecting. Close combat was not something he had focused on…That is, until he encountered Hans Gunsche in 1944. That occurrence frightened him enough to cause him to focus on such physical disciplines. That being said, as he studied and practiced he didn’t become exactly adept at hand to hand fighting but was exceptional at, at least, brawling. Once he was old enough to haunt pubs and clubs, he had learned quickly that those skills were even more important. Being used to the on-the-spot planning when it comes to fighting with his strings, brawling proved far easier than a structured fighting style for him and he was rarely bothered after the first couple of years. Fist fighting became a release for a lot of his pent up emotions, and he became quiet vicious. Typically, anyone whom approached him in a disrespectful, rude, or threatening manner would be rightfully put in their place. Once he had learned to defend himself without his strings, his bullying stopped.
♠- Painful headcanon
Vilify —When Walter initially turned down Alucards offer to become his fledgeling, he regreted it almost immediately as the irrational reaction left his lips. He did not try and rectify it, however, until a few days later. However, it was too late by then. Without truly knowing it, he had hurt the vampire beyond his understanding and Alucard was no longer interested in persuing anything with him anylonger. This confused and hurt him, as their ‘relationship’ had been developing for nearly 25 years. Walter was unable to get anything out of Alucard, unable to speak to him at all about the situation and it threw him into an emotional tizzy. For months he agonized over it. He felt as if the dismissal of him and his feelings was a waste of practically half of his life up to that point. Up till then, it had been a constant battle of on and off, not knowing where they stood, where he stood or belonged in Alucards life and it was the final straw for him. This is when Walter decided officially to fully go along with his plan with Millenium. At the age of 35, it was far to late for him to find a wife and raise children. He felt he’d been robbed of such a chance, and the only love and friendship he’d ever truly known.
♡- Sex headcanon
Of stone and feathers —It is no secret that Walter enjoys rough, unrestrained sex. However, without a certain amount of tenderness and finesse he starts to feel used or as if it’s ‘just sex’. However, when both are mixed in tandem, it drives him insane. Being absolutely and entirely desired by his lover to cause them to go buckwild with him, paired with the gentle intimacy that shows they also adore him as well will drive him insane.
10: French kiss (I decided to write this as pre-dungeoncard, so Walter is anywhere between 20’s and 30’s.)
So that was it.
He’d said it. He’d said exactly how he’d felt about the Vampire. And as he stood facing him, his hand stinging from the slap he’d placed upon Alucard’s left cheek. He was panting, staring at the other in fear and wonderment at what he just told him. Why had he said that? What a foolish remark to make. It was in the middle of a fight no less.
“I hate you because I cannot stand the way I feel about you.” “As if you could feel anything other than hatred, Angel. You’re a killer, just like me.”
That was what had gotten him slapped, and the sight of tears welling in the young assassin’s eyes.
There was no going back or denying it; The vampire had been so shocked that he forced his way into Walter’s mind to find the truth of the words
Surprisingly, his expression lightened dramatically into one of no emotion. Walter thought for sure, he was done for. The hit didn’t hurt the vampire, no. But it was a great sign of disrespect. He knew, or thought, that Alucard would immediately dish out some form of punishment or retort.
Instead a gentle arm was placed around his waist and he was pulled into an embrace. His cheeks lit up brightly, as the other gloved hand ran it’s thumb under his eye to soak up the bit of liquid that had escaped.
“Forgive me, Angel.” The man spoke, tracing his jawline and cupping his chin. This was out of character for Alucard. Completely. Even if he had felt the same way he’d never usually react like this…! But little did he know just how much Alucard despised hurting Walter in any way. Since that one time when Walter was a child and Alucard sent him into hysterics when teasing him about his father built up, he’d been far kinder and only pushed to a certain limit.
He opened his mouth to speak but it was snuffed by a deep and passionate kiss, eliciting a squeak from him. The butler’s gloved fingers clenched to Alucard’s vest as his mouth was ravaged. Not like a beast might, not sloppy and desirous but full of pure emotion…an apology of sorts perhaps? His heart was pounding faster now and there was no getting out of the kiss. It only let up when Walter’s shoulders relaxed and Alucard parted their lips, before placing a smaller kiss on his chin…unable to stop a smirk from rising on his reddened lips.