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You’re Like Me - part 2

(Okay, so we’re through the roughest stuff, for the most part. The only tws: references to rape, bruising, and a bit of vomiting. This is mostly suspicion and some nice happier fluff.)

When you awoke, you were lying in the most enormous, sumptuous bed you could have imagined. There were curtains drawn around you, which explained how you had slept so late, but they were a bit tattered around the edges, as if they had been drawn around the bed for a long time and the bed itself was now in better shape than they were. You pulled one curtain aside and stumbled out of the bed, still reeling from confusion that you had no idea where you were. The last thing you could remember was the forest, and the men...

You staggered to the side as the full weight of what had happened struck you, your gut twisting forcefully. You didn’t make it all the way to the open window across the room before you felt bile sear your throat and you retched across the floor. After a few minutes, the horrible need to vomit stopped, but by then your mouth burned and your abdomen was aching. You didn't really know where you were. A strange man had come, had saved you...was this his house, then? It was certainly fancy, or at least it had once been. Right now, it seemed more like an unlived-in wreck than a safe home. And there was vomit on the floor. You winced.

“Here,” a calm voice said gently, behind you, and then a pair of hands were raising you to your feet, away from the bile on the floor in front of you. “Come away from that. Did any of it foul your clothes?”

You shook your head, shaking slightly, although you weren’t sure why.

“Would you like to sit down?” he asked. “I will clean this, if you can take your mind off things.”

Absently, you nodded, and the man helped you to the bed and sat you down on the side of it. He left with long, swift strides, and returned with a cloth and a bucket of water. You didn't really pay much attention to him as he cleaned the mess, instead glancing around the room to distract yourself.

It had certainly been a woman's room once. There was a small armoire in one corner, and a rather larger writing desk against the wall, both covered with dust. The wall across from the writing desk was occupied by a long bookshelf with some strange and diverse articles serving as bookends. You saw an orrery, and a globe of the moon, among other things.

“How are you feeling?” the man asked, catching you by surprise. “Would you rather I sit or stand to speak to you?”

“W-what?” Your voice shook slightly when you tried to speak, but though it embarrassed you, the man didn’t seem bothered by it.

“I want to be a help to you, so I would prefer to know what makes you more comfortable,” he replied.

You only shrugged.

“Are you hungry?” The man’s eyes were a warm golden color, and wide with concern. “I can prepare food for you, if you tell me what you would like, or I can find you a book...”

“A book?” you interrupted, straightening a bit. “From this shelf?”

The man’s lips twitched in to something that was almost a smile.

“Not just this shelf.”

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Alucard had worried, although he would most certainly have denied it, when the woman didn't wake that night. Or the next morning. Or that afternoon. It was the second morning since her arrival that Alucard had been passing by her room and heard the rough sound of retching inside. The memory of that same burning revulsion bubbled in the back of his throat, and he almost spat reflexively to keep the taste out of his mouth. He wasn’t surprised. That was one of the first things he had done too.

He hurried into the room, and yes, there she was, breathing hard on her knees on the floor, in front of a bilious pile. Alucard lifted her to her feet as gently as he could, hoping he wouldn't startle her, and, after a brief conversation, managed to sit her down while he cleaned the vomit from the floor. Of course, he couldn’t really call it a conversation. She still hadn’t spoken a word. Alucard couldn't blame her for that, but it did still concern him. He had to find something to interest her, give her something to do, so that she wouldn’t sink into a state of depression. If she wasn't speaking, that could be much, much harder.

And then he mentioned books, and for the first time, she spoke to him.

“A book? From this shelf?” Her eyes lit up, and Alucard couldn’t stop the beginnings of a smile from forming on his face. Nor did he want to. He’d seen that love of books, of learning before. He remembered his mother’s delight in teaching him everything she had come to learn, and in simply learning herself.

“Not just this shelf,” he said. “If you like books, then I believe I have something to show you.”

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Taking her to the Belmont Hold wasn’t the easiest thing Alucard had ever done. He had to carry her on his back at some points, when she stumbled, or when Alucard didn’t trust her to keep her footing on her own. But when they emerged onto the landing, and Alucard switched on the lights, she let out a soft gasp and slid down from his back, staring at the stacks of books with a look of pure awe in her eyes. And Alucard found himself smiling. Again.

He pushed it from his face before he led her down the stairs into the Hold.

“There’s a great deal of knowledge here about a great deal of things,” he said. “If you’re interested, I can help you look.”

She was staring at the glass trophy case. Alucard’s fangs lowered, and he had to force them back up again, keep them as short as he could. She rested a hand on the glass, over the face of the infant vampire skull, and murmured, “Where are we?”

“The Belmont Hold,” Alucard replied.

“I’ve heard of the Belmonts,” she admitted, “but I didn’t know they did this.”

“It’s just a vampire,” Alucard said, the venomous words tasting like a bitter betrayal on his tongue, but he needed to see how she would react. It would be harder to treat her if she hated his father’s kind...

“It’s a child,” she said, in something closer to a normal volume. “I don’t care if it was a vampire. No child should have to die, and no one should have a part of them kept like a deer’s head on the wall.”

Alucard’s relief felt like a new breath of air in his lungs.

“I’d like to bury them,” she said.

“We can, if you like,” Alucard agreed, “but later, when you have regained your strength.”

“Are you a Belmont?”

For the first time in...he had no idea how long, Alucard laughed. Really, truly laughed. The sound bounced merrily off the vaulted ceiling, echoing as if the Hold was curious about why on earth someone would be laughing down here, but Alucard didn’t mind. It felt so good to laugh again.

“No,” he finally answered. “My father was Dracula Tepes, and my mother was Lisa.”

“He must have loved her more than anything,” she mused.

“What?”

“He declared war on humanity for her. He raised all hell and brought it to earth because of the way she died. If he did that, I can’t imagine that he was as monstrous as everyone said.”

“No. He didn’t use to be,” Alucard agreed.

“So, what’s your name?” she asked, turning back to him.

“A-Adrian,” Alucard found himself saying. “Adrian Tepes.”

She smiled, just a little bit, and held out her hand to him.

“Well, Adrian Tepes, I’m Y/n.”

Alucard took it, and instead of shaking it, he bent forward and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“The pleasure is mine,” he said, as he straightened again. “So, tell me, what books would be of interest to you?”

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One More Update... Sorry Guys, if anyone is following me at all

I have not been posting because I am at my boyfriend’s house, and I would say that some things are more important to me than tumblr. He is one of them. So sorry to send this late, but just so you know, everything will resume next week. Things may come out a little early, actually, to make up for this!

Anyhoo, have a nice day and keep on surviving quarantine!

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Lady Knight Part One

(This is inspired by Tamora Pierce’s work, the Merlin BBC fandom, and knighthood all around. It is also a reader fanfic! Enjoy!)

Disclaimer: Nope, don’t own Merlin. :(

“Y/n, where’s that ale?!”

“It’s coming!” you shouted over your shoulder as you poured it out, grumbling. You almost spilled it across the counter, and you winced. If that idiot made you spill some of the best ale the Yellow Moon had...well, you didn’t know what you’d do, but you were pretty sure it would involve introducing your fist or possibly foot to his nose. And forcibly.

You sighed, carrying the tankard over to the already drunk patron. You weren’t sure how he had learned your name, but it hardly mattered. Nobody here would know its significance, anyway. To these men, you were just one more barmaid waiting tables. Albeit one with an old scar, a quick tongue, and a knack for entering, competing in, and winning bar fights.

“So, you heard about that tournament they’re throwing up in Camelot?” you heard one man say as you passed by.

“No, why? Who cares about what nobles do, them with their fancy cloaks and polished armor and servants and all?” his companion growled, taking a swig of ale.

“Because anyone can fight in the tournament,” the first man said, lowering his voice for dramatic effect. “Anyone at all. And they say that the winner will get a knighthood.”

You set the drink down by the man who had called for it, you mind reeling. There was probably no way it could work, no way that you could pull this off...but who said that had to stop you from trying?

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You stepped through the gates of Camelot, reveling in the beauty of the castle that stood just above the clustered houses of the city. You made your way up the street, searching for an inn or tavern where you could stay the night.

You found one after only a cursory search, with a well-painted sign bearing the image of a sun. The Rising Sun, it was called.

You pushed open the door and stepped inside. The innkeeper looked up, surprised, and quickly made his way across the room to greet you.

“My name is Evoric,” he said, shaking your hand. “And yours, young miss?”

“Y/n,” you answered. “I’m here for the tournament.”

Evoric looked like he’d swallowed a toad by mistake and was having trouble digesting it. It was hard to suppress your laugh or even a smile when you saw his face.

“I’m a woman, yes,” you said, pre-empting him. “And I happen to be one capable of fighting, so this isn’t a joke. Do you have any rooms, sir?”

Evoric marshaled himself, nodding.

“There’s one with a single bed, but it’s quite small, miss.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you replied. “I lived above a tavern for a year or so. I’m used to small.”

Evoric nodded, leading you up the stairs to a room. It was small even by your standards, with a narrow cot and a night table cramped into one corner, nothing else. You didn’t show your reaction, only nodding to the innkeeper in thanks. When Evoric left, you let your bag drop to the floor and began checking through your things. Almost at once, you picked out what you were looking for: your only weapon. It was most certainly not orthodox for someone of your size, but you’d only ever trained with it, and you’d learned how to compensate for your lack of height and brawn with speed.

It was a wicked-looking morning star flail, a pair of spiked balls on the end of their chains. The chains hung from one end of a short stave of polished oak wood wrapped in red leather. Double-flails like yours were rare things, and valuable.

You were taking no chances. If you left this room in the next two days before the tournament, your flail would be traveling with you, curled at your hip beneath your cloak. And when you walked out of the room not five minutes later, locking the door behind you, the flail came with you.

You walked through Camelot, exploring the city. There were so many districts and you, coming from a much smaller town, wanted to see as much of the city as possible. When you were near the castle gates, you realized that you were no longer sure of the way back to the Rising Sun. Turning to one side and then the other, you saw no familiar buildings. The inn was somewhere in the lower town, but you weren’t sure of where.

“Are you lost, miss?”

You turned around, startled. The young man facing you raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, smiling slightly.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said. “I’m Sir Leon.”

“You’re a knight of Camelot, then?” I asked, a bit of the awe I felt at the sight of his red cape stealing into my voice against my will.

“I am. Do you need something, miss?” the knight asked.

“Do you happen to know the way to an inn and tavern called the Rising Sun?” you replied. Sir Leon nodded.

“I go there often myself. Is that where you are staying?”

“It is.”

“I can take you back there myself, if you like?” Sir Leon offered.

“No, no. I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Please, miss. I’d like to,” he replied. “And I am hardly needed at the moment. I was on my way home myself, but I was thinking of getting a drink before that. The Rising Sun will benefit us both, I believe.”

“In that case, Sir Leon, I think I will happily accept.”

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As he had promised, Sir Leon guided you back to the inn. He turned towards you as its sign drew closer.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked before, but what brings you to Camelot?”

“The tournament,” you answered with a smile.

“Oh, you’re here to see someone compete?”

“No,” you said, smile broadening to a full grin. “I’m here to compete myself.” You drew aside your cloak to show him the flail hanging at your hip, and you struggled not to laugh as Sir Leon seemed to choke on his own disbelief. “The tournament is open to anyone, isn't it?”

“Well-”

“Are you competing, Sir Leon?”

“I-I am.”

“Well, if we run into each other on the field, don’t expect me to give you quarter,” you grinned. “And by the way, my name’s Y/n.” When Sir Leon looked at you curiously, you added, “I just feel that you should know the name of the person who’s going to defeat you.”

Sir Leon looked truly surprised and rather shocked as well. You grinned at him again, waving jauntily as you stepped into the inn.

“Best of luck, sir knight,” you called. “You may still need it.”

“Leon. Oi. Leon. Leon!”

Leon glanced up, and found Gwaine’s face only a few inches from his own. He recoiled at once, tripped over a shield, and fell on his back onto the pile of chain mail lying on the floor that Merlin and the other servants would be washing. The other knights roared with laughter as Leon stood up, glaring at them, and dusted himself off.

“Leon, what’s gotten into you?” Lancelot asked more gently.

“Thinking.”

“Oh, no,” Elyan retorted with a wide grin. “Leon’s thinking again.” Lancelot shot him a look, and he subsided. Gwaine was still chuckling. Not even Lancelot could shut him up.

“I met one of the tournament competitors from outside Camelot,” Leon said.

“Well, what’s the competition like?” Percival asked. “He any good?”

“She.”

Gwaine spluttered, Elyan’s eyes widened, and Percival’s eyebrows rose higher than Leon had ever seen. Lancelot was the only knight who didn’t seem overly surprised by the news.

“What’s her weapon?” he asked.

“Flail,” Leon answered.

“Why were you thinking so hard about her, anyway?” Gwaine asked. “Is she curvy, then?”

Leon flushed slightly.

“So...yes?” Gwaine guessed.

“She’s...she’s bold,” Leon said. “And she’s serious. I don’t know if I’d like to go up against her.”

“You think she could beat you?” Gwaine scoffed.

“She might,” Leon replied. “She really might.”

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So sorry guys!

I’ll be posting my first Merlin fic tomorrow, hopefully. Finals week has been crazy.

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Update

Okay, so I have decided that I will update You’re Like Me (Alucard X Reader fic) every Wednesday, and I will update Lady Knight (Merlin BBC Reader Insert fic) every Saturday.

If I have more time once my finals are over (and I’m back from visiting my wonderful boyfriend), I will try and do it more often.

I will also accept Ideas from people who are interested in one-shots for Castlevania or Merlin (Alucard or Hector for Castlevania and really any of the guys for Merlin). Personally, I’m not going to write any romantic stuff about girls. I’m sure there are other blogs that will, but that’s not for me.

Like I said, if you have an Idea, please do ask.

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You’re Like Me

Part One

(TW: abuse, rape (nothing specific or graphic), blood, some gore, scars, past traumatic experiences)

(This is a Castlevania whump fic, Alucard x Reader. Both Alucard and Reader get whumped, but there will be fluff as well. All the worst stuff is at the beginning...which this is. Hope you enjoy!)

Alucard sighed. A wild bird had wandered into the castle, and he had been forced to chase it, catch it, and finally release the terrified creature out of an open window. His arms were scratched from its panic, but the scratches were already healing. They would close soon enough.

The bird wasn’t the reason for his deep sigh. The bodies were.

He hadn’t taken them down, and it had been weeks. They still smelled. Reeked, in fact. He wouldn't look at them--no, couldn't--but as long as he had the window open, he couldn't hide from the smell.

Alucard slammed the window shut and locked it with a sharp bang and a soft click that echoed in the room. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against the pane.

If his head hadn't been resting on the glass, his ear would not have been near the crack in the stone at the side of the window. And if his ear hadn’t been near the cracks, he would never have heard the scream from outside. He almost ignored it, almost didn't listen, but then it came again, louder, and he gritted his teeth, unbarred the window, and wrenched it open in frustration.

He sniffed. There was blood on the air, human blood. And even from here, he could smell the oily tang of fear leaking into the air from whoever was in pain.

At the third cry, Alucard felt something hot and warm in his mouth. Surprised, he swallowed, and realized it was blood. His blood. He ran his fingers over his lower lip, and found that he had bitten it to bleeding.

“Oh, hell,” he growled, storming out of the room and down the stairs. As he descended toward the main hall of the castle, before the doors, he extended his hand to call his sword. The massive doors swung wide with an angry boom like thunder in the distance as he stalked out of his home. Alucard did not look right or left as he passed the stakes and bodies on them. He stalked into the trees, letting his sense of smell guide him, and he made no motion to look back.

You had squeezed your eyes shut long ago, closed them sharply against the flood of ugly sensations pouring around you and into you, but it didn't matter. You could still feel, and your skin crawled. Everything felt uncomfortable, hot, painful. Ashamed.

“Please,” you whispered.

Dark chuckles greeted the word. Hot breath soured your face.

“Please, what, darling?”

“Please kill me,” you panted. “Just make it stop. Anything, please. Please make it stop.”

Chuckles rose to full laughter, and the men crowded closer around you.

“Oh, not likely. This’ll be your life from now on...darling.”

You whimpered and turned your head away, hoping you wouldn’t feel it. Hoping against reality.

And then there was a hoarse, terrified scream from one of the men, and another and another, until the air was thick with choking cries and the metallic reek of blood. You felt the hands on your body vanish, and immediately you curled into a ball, forcing yourself as tightly together as you could despite the pain. But you kept your eyes closed. Just because you wanted to die didn’t mean that you wanted to see the thing that was going to kill you.

Alucard hadn’t planned to kill any more humans. HIs soul ached enough as it was, with the ghosts of Taka, Sumi, and his father following him about the castle...and then, of course, his mother. But she had been his ghost for much longer. Alucard was almost used to her company.

He hadn’t planned to kill anyone.

But all his intentions, his plans for the encounter, shattered like the mirror in his chambers when he stepped over the ridge and saw what was going on. He didn't have to look closely. He saw closed eyes, bare skin, and the terror was so strong on the air that he could have choked on it. For a split second, the woman’s eyes blinked open, and when Alucard saw them, he froze as surely as a stag catching the hunter’s scent.

Because he knew that face, that look. He knew it, because only a few weeks ago, he had been the one wearing it.

And that was when Alucard had lunged forward, flashing red with vampiric speed and strength, tearing through the men with his sword and fury alone. When he was surrounded by fallen corpses, the grass reddening, he let the sword sink point-down into the wet earth and allowed himself to tip back his head and release his breath. Only when Alucard was sure that his fangs were not showing and his pupils not pinpointed in animal rage did he turn towards the woman.

She was curled into a ball, shivering, her back to him. He could see bruises across her legs, even though he did his best to look only at her shoulders and head as he walked slowly over to her. He slid off his long black coat and cleared his throat quietly.

The woman flinched away, as if expecting a blow or worse. Alucard took a deep breath, then laid the coat over her body. Her eyes snapped open at once, shock covering her features as she turned her head towards him, gathering the coat around her with both hands. She was trembling, he realized. It couldn’t just be the shock and horror. It was late in the year, approaching the end of autumn, and in Wallachia, that meant the air already carried a cold bite.

“W-who are you?” she whispered.

Alucard hesitated. He doubted that she would follow the son of Dracula anywhere, but she needed medical help, or she would not last a day. Of that he was certain. Yet again, he regretted leaving the bodies up, almost more than he regretted killing them in the first place.

“Adrian,” he finally answered. “My mother called me Adrian.”

Her eyes were unfocused, but she nodded. Alucard was fairly sure that she wasn’t really listening to him, or aware of much.

“Can you put the coat on?” he asked, as gently as he could. “You don’t have to, but I’d like you to wear it.”

She slid her arms into the sleeves, buttoning it up to her throat to form a kind of dress. She was still shivering. Alucard mentally gritted his teeth. He needed to get her inside, as quickly as possible, but he couldn't force her. After all, he remembered all too well what it was like to feel as she very probably did now. And he had not been able to move for some time after...after it happened.

So instead of trying to move her, or ask her to move, Alucard sat down beside her, giving her room to move away if she wanted to. She didn’t move, just staring off into the air.

The light was fleeing the sky more and more quickly, night bleeding into day, when Alucard decided that he was finished waiting. He would be damned if he left her out here, and he had no particular wish to stay outside with her. If he fell asleep, or if the images returned, he couldn't vouch for himself. He could protect her from men, but not from himself.

He reached out, softly laying a hand on her shoulder. She twitched, but didn’t move. Her lack of response worried him more.

“You cannot stay here any longer,” he said aloud. “I have a place where you can stay. You will not be bothered or endangered by anyone there, I promise you. For now, you need a place to rest and heal, and recover yourself. Can you walk there?”

“I should-I should be able to,” she murmured, pushing herself to her feet. She had barely taken two steps when her legs, shaking terribly, gave way beneath her. Alucard only had his speed to thank for the fact that he was able to catch her in time.

“Or not,” she muttered. Alucard’s lips twitched. It wasn’t a smile, but it was closer than he’d come in weeks.

“May I carry you there?” he asked patiently, trying to steady her without invading her personal space. When she nodded, Alucard added, “How would you like me to do so?”

“You’re giving me a choice?”

“I want to ease your pains, not increase them. In what way would you prefer that I carry you?”

She swallowed, and Alucard watched the curve of her throat rise and fall with the motion.

“You would have to touch my legs any way that you carried me, yes?”

Alucard shook his head, pulling off his shirt.

“You can go on my back and hold on with your arms. I will tie this around your waist and mine so that you will not fall.”

“Won’t my legs hit the ground?”

“I doubt it,” Alucard replied as he crouched down in front of the woman. “If you would, please try not to strangle me.”

A soft huff of breath, something that approached a laugh, warmed the back of his neck, and then he felt her arms encircle it. Alucard passed his shirt behind him, around them both, and tied its sleeves about his waist so that they hung over his pants.

“I am standing now,” he warned, and felt her grip tighten reflexively as his muscles moved smoothly beneath her. He rose as slowly as he could, his joints stiff from sitting so long with her, and he went slowly along. As he had guessed, between his more-than-human height, and her rather short stature, her legs did not drag the ground. They were not yet back to the castle when her head drooped against the crook of Alucard’s neck in sleep.

A bittersweet smile tugged at his lips again. Her breaths warmed his neck, and then the warmth spread through his whole body in a way that he had not felt since that idiotic Belmont and sharp-tongued Belnades left the castle behind.

After he laid her down on a bed, Alucard decided that he would come back to the gates. It was long past time that he laid the past in its grave, and Taka and Sumi along with it.

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