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ur-local-cryptid-0 · 18 minutes ago

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straigbt up "under it" and by "it" well lets jusr say, my blankeys

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ur-local-cryptid-0 · 37 minutes ago

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To give my followers an update on my writing process the last few days in light of my general air of quiet

#dw take your time!#i struggled for a week to get the words out i get you

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ur-local-cryptid-0 · 43 minutes ago

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For a moment I thought my tumblr drafts ate my fanfiction I worked hours on, I nearly had an aneurysm chat

#cryptidvents

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ur-local-cryptid-0 · 47 minutes ago

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The maid's hobbies | Walter x Alida (oc)

Hellsing's maid and butler having a rendezvous totally casual conversation. Alida knows exactly what she's doing.

CW: Nothing, just some old guys flirting

As Walter is walking past Alida's bedchamber, he can't help but stop infront of her open door. 'It gives her a sense of security to leave it open' he remembers. At first he found this reason a bit strange, but after some thought, it's understandable. And she could definietly sense if someone sinister was trying to sneak up on her.

He leans against the doorframe and examines what exactly she's doing. She's slouched over her table with her back to the door, tinkering with gemstones, bones, small chains and clasps. Alida has always loved trinkets of all kind, especially the ones you could hang on yourself by turning it into extravagant jewelry. She collected these trinkets from basically everywhere she went. If it was shiny and pretty enough, she took it. This eventually became another little problem of the Organization, as she was caught multiple times stealing precious gemstones from jewelers and pocketing dead bodies during her cleanups.

Only one of her moths are out of the shadows today. Her "winged puppy" (as she likes to call them) is resting on her left hand, she pets it with a finger every now and then. It was never clear what her moths actually were, and Alida never gave a clear answer about them, always just calling them her little helpers.

She is quietly singing a song, and Walter already recognises it by now, she sings it so much. Gloomy Sunday. The so called "Hungarian suicide song". It's quite the choice of song to sing, but it seemed to be one of her favourites to perform to the moths and herself.

The serene scene infront of him makes Walter forget about everything else on his mind right now, as he watches the delicate moves of Alida's hands and listens to the familiar melody.

"I was just quite interested in your work Miss, I'm sorry for disturbing you!" says Walter with a nod. "Ah, drop the act please!" Alida sighs. "C'mere, sit with me!" she pats the chair next to her. Walter shakes his head and sighs, but has a smile creeping on his face as he walks over to the maid and sits down beside her.

"Szomorú Vasárnap száz fehér virággal...¹ " she starts the verse, but stops suddenly, putting her tools down. "I know you are there Dornez, don't mess with me." she says, not even looking up from her work. There's no actual anger in her voice. Walter snaps out of his almost trance by the sudden callout. The surname-calling is also a habit of hers he needs to get more used to. He quickly collects himself, stepping into the room.

"What brought you here truly, Walter?" she asks smirking, turning her head so they can be face to face. She has her usual tired look, with a slight smile. "As I said Miss Alida, I am just curious about your work." Walter smiles back at her. "You just can't stay out of my room, can't you?" she says, followed by a teasing "Tsk tsk tsk!" while crossing her arms. He does not answer, only huffs and shakes his head slightly.

The butlers eyes start to wander around the many knick knacks haphazardly laying around her table. Bracelets made out of small rocks, crystal pendants, tiny insects in resin, gemstones in many shapes, extravagant necklaces with the teeth of some monster, and a worn and torn leatherbound journal with a tag, reading "Property of Alida Baráth", written unmistakably by her.

Walter found her hobbies endearing, it was getting harder day by day to try and hide it. Even when she got in trouble for her kleptomaniac tendencies and he was in charge to lecture her that day, when he had to decipher her angry ramblings, when he was faced with her unorthodox work methods, he was still drawn to her presence, like a moth to the light of the Moon. But he himself couldn't undertand these feelings, so he just put them on the back burner for now.

A particular pendant catches Walter's attention. It's a blue polished stone, adorned with thin silver swirls around it, ending in a loop at the top. The stone has a kind of raw look to it still, with it's sharp edges and asymmetry. His eyes linger on it for a while, until Alida's voice, yet again, snaps him out of his thoughts.

"You like that one?" She taps her finger next to the pendant. "Well yes, it's quite a beautiful pendant Miss!" he praises. "Well thank you so much!" she says in a kind of giddy way. "Polished and decorated it myself! This stone is called lapis lazuli, it was pretty hard to get my hands on!" She winks. Yeah, she absolutely stole it. And he'll choose to ignore it now.

"I have to admit, it's impressive handywork you've done on this piece!" the butler says with a nod of approval. Alida tilts her head, a teasing look creeping up on her face. "Ahh, no need to butter me up Walter, just tell me you want it, I won't mind, it's on the house Bogaram!² " That nickname again. Before Walter could even stutter out a word, she's already lifting the pendant next to his face, looking back and forth between them. "Of cooourse you want it, look how much it matches you! Like it was made just for you!" She then quickly snatches a slim silver chain and puts it through the pendant's loop in the blink of an eye, proudly showing it off.

"There's- there's really no need to give it to me Miss! It's your hard work after all!" he stutters out finally, putting his hands up in protest. The maid just shakes her head and stands up from her seat. "Nonszensz, nonszensz drága.³ " she whispers under her nose leaning towards him.

Alida slowly reaches to his neck with the open necklace in both hands. "Stay still now, the clasp is reeeeal tiny and your hair is also in the way." she mumbles close to his ear, clearly concentrating. Her accent is much thicker like this. Her cold fingers brush against the nape of his neck while she keeps mumbling something about his hair and the colors of the necklace in his ear.

It's like a dam in Walter's mind breaks.

After what feels like hours, the necklace is finally secured. "Great!" Alida whispers, still not moving an inch. "There you go, Sir." she says, almost like a purr. This is all it takes for Walter to basically short circuit. He quickly tries to hide it before the maid notices, but the flush on his cheeks betrays him. Alida plops back into her chair with a satisfied smile.

"Sooo -" she starts, but the butler cuts her off. "I'm-" a cough "I'm sorry, but I have to leave now Miss Alida, I hope you'll excuse me!" He jumps to his feet, straightening his back. "What a busy man! No need to say sorry Walter!" she sighs. With that, he bows and takes his way towards the door. But before he can leave Alida calls out to him. "You can come by any time you want, okay? I appreciate some company." He turns his head back. "I certainly will, Miss." he says. Alida nods.

As Walter's basically strutting through the hallways, he reaches for the pendant proudly shining on his necklace, and looks down at it. Oh, he will certainly come by Miss Alida's room more often!

☆Translations:

¹ : "Gloomy sunday with a hundred white flowers"

² : "My bug" (nickname)

³ : "Nonsense, nonsense dear"

I hope you enjoyed this to some extent lol. My writing skills are a bit rusty but this was great practice :3

#hellsing #walter c dornez #hellsing oc #hellsing fanfiction #oc x canon #alida hellsing #waltposting on main

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