ValyrianRuins

Imagine, you’re a mermaid from Neverland and you’re not as cold and heartless as your sisters. When Hook took Michael, Lily and John at the Castle, you came to help Peter and Wendy to free them. There always were a thing between and you so you decide to take advantage of it to distract him.

(A.N : In this imagine, the mermaids are differents from the movie Peter Pan 2003 ) 

Under the surface, you were perfectly silent and perfectly invisible if you knew how deep you needed  swimming. You were hearing the voices of Lily, Michael and John, muffled by some cloth in their mouth. You were waiting for a sign that all the pirates around were gone to come out and reassure them. Looking through the water, you saw the little ones with no one above them. That was the moment. Michael and John had a surprise movement when you came of out of nowhere but you told them to don’t make a sound.

« Hi boys, Look how cute you are, little humans. Do no fret, I’m Y/N, Peter and Wendy are coming, okay ? Just stay calm. »

You had succeed to understand some of their muffled word, they were trying to tell you about Hook roaming through the stones. Unfortunately, you didn’t have the time to reassure them, the others pirates were coming your way. The children moved their eyes for one second and the next, you had disappeared.

Even underwater, you could heard the voice of Hook, taunting Pan to get out of his hiding place…You always loved his voice. By the past, you had a fairly amount of discussions with him. Late at night, you just above the water and him on his ship. Calmely, you had emerged and put your arms on the rock, pulling you slightly out of the water.

« Captain, Oh my captain…Again with the young Pan ? »

He turned his icy blue eyes to you…his gun too. Hook must admit that you were quite a sight. Your (Y/H/C) on your shoulders, you (Y/E/C) and always this amused smile…Like nothing can touch you…A temptation.

« Leave me, you sea witch… »

A laugh escaped your lovely lips, the insult passing through you like the breeze and he knew it. You were like him, stubborn and with no notion of risks.

« Oh please James, you said that to me there first time you met me…I thought we were beyond that. I missed you, Captain Hook…Well, more our discussions and your rambling about killing young Peter…Did you miss me ? »

Captain Hook had approached you during your little discours, a little smirk on his lips. He will never tell you but yes, he missed you more he thought. The ice and your absence gave him a reason more to kill the little brat.

« If I tell you Y/N, what did I got ? Nothing  is without a price. »

His eyes in yours, you needed to keep him with you the longer you can. Pulling you more out of the water when he lowered himself, you two never were so close.

« I’m a mermaid, I don’t have much to offer…Maybe the promise to not drown you ? Or a kiss ? »

He had an offended look when you proposed him a kiss.

« I’m Captain Hook, I don’t need a mermaid kiss.

You don’t need it but you want it, right ? »

At this moment he saw your power, the power of read in the most secrets desires of men…The power of a mermaid. He didn’t have a second to see what was coming. Hook heard the despicable laugh of Peter Pan but suddenly, you warm lips were against his. It was just peck and in a splash you were in the middle of the Castle’s little bay. He was tricked. His eyes became stormy and your smile gave him murder desires.

« See you soon James…I can’t wait to see you again and don’t forget my favorite track, the one you play when you’re angry ! »

Imagine, Dracula hasn’t committed suicide and had discovered a whole new life without his fear of sun. He makes a trip in Europe to taste all the flavors the 21th century have to him and he meet you, a vampire from the Medici family, in Florence. He tried to court you but you’ve never been one to fall easily for the flirtarious men but he is the first you met who’s sincerly concerned about you.

The Palazzo Vecchio was closed since one hour and, unlike your colleagues, you were always there a long time after the clôture time. You knew this place since forever, since you were a little girl during the fastuous period of the Medicis, your family. Oh, the Palazzo has changed through the century and even if you knew it from the underground to the frames it was always the greatest pleasure to have it just for yourself.

You were in the first courtyard, conceived by Michelozzo. The soft lights illuminated the frescoes in a wonderful way and were giving a delicate atmosphere to the place in this soft august night. Suddenly, your heightened hearing perceived the muffled noise of someone’s footsteps. Keeping them in your back, it took you less than a second to recognise the manly and bloody fragrance of this « tourist » of a certain kind. Your eyes had never left the frescoes you knew however by heart when you spoke.

« First of all, it’s illegal to enter in the museum after closing time and second, it’s very rude to creep behind a lady unannounced, Count. »

When you've decided to face him, a little smirk on you delicate lips, you found the Count only inches from your face. You can’t deny that he was charming and very alluring, the two of you hadn't more than a few decades apart and he certainly new how to court a lady. But in all your education from the Renaissance and in all your immortal life, you’d met enough of men like him, full of arrogance and so sure of themselves that it takes more than a dark and charming gaze to have you.

« Am I unannounced when I come here every night to have a private tour with the conservator herself ? I know you love my secret visits Signora Medici. »

It was amusing to see that the « Italian Diet » was making wonders on his eastern Europe accent. When his Italian was previously pretty harsh on the edges, it was now completely perfect and she wasn’t new to the fact that tasting the language was more efficient than learning it. Taking his arm like every night for two months now, the pair of you started your daily private tour of the palazzo, always finding a new discussion subject. Yesterday it was about your human life and tonight, the count decided to ask more personals questions and subjects.

« Tell me Y/N, how a lady from such a famous family during the Renaissance has never been married ? I can't think about a man resisting to such a perfect example of Italian charm… »

A little laugh escaped your lips to his charming tone. You were waiting for this question since the Count’s first visit in the Palazzo but he was pretty patient for a man like him but again, he was a predator and he was used to wait for the right moment with his prey.

« I can return the question Signore, the charm question in less…I’m pretty surprised that you ask it only now. I was married at the age of twenty four, pretty late if you were listening to my father. He was all of what an aristocrat could dream for his family but since he was a friend of the Pazzi, I lost my life because of him like my uncle Giuliano during the Pazzi’s conspiration.

- You’re saying that like it was nothing, to be killed by your husband for political conflict, like you were responsible for the Pazzi demise… I’m not the most admirable in term of taking care of my brides but…I can’t stand that fact, the fact that you were slaughtered for something like that. » He makes a stop to look a you, his hand tenderly putting a (Y/H/C) strand of your hair out of your gracious face.

For the first time, you saw something in his eyes making you think that, maybe, he wasn’t only a charming predator. Never, in all of the beings, you’ve met, no one has reacted like him. Like your death was a true waste, like your death should have been more peaceful. Taking his hand in yours, you looked a him with a little smile.

« There’s no point to be angry about something I can’t change and maybe, it’s not that bad because of all the opportunities that were given to me this way…And your visits would have been deadly silent and uninteresting without me. »

Standing on the tip of your toes, you gave a quick kiss on the corner of his lips before flashing far away from him in the Gallery.

Request from anon : Could you please write an Imagine where the reader is an archangel who after s3 meets up with Lucifer to help him and Sabrina & the rest to fight the new big bad. She and Lucifer were really close during their time in heaven and now their feelings are more clear to them. During one of their battles they team up in a way only angels can ( even fallen ones) and she gives him his wings back...which leads to their first kiss « Okay so…This is bad Y/N, this is really bad and this time, it’s not my fault. These angels are absolutely nuts and maybe, I told them you and Lucifer will calm them. » 

This is how Sabrina and her friends has presented her the threat which was coming right away to kill everyone in Greendale and beyond, right here, in the open where you were all vulnerable. You cannot understand how, after all the times you helped Sabrina and all of her dear witches trough everything, you were always the latest to be informed of the situation and always when it was too late to make a really good plan. Looking at your young niece, you were dumbfounded to see that Lucifer know before you. 

« Are you kidding me Sabrina ? First, I’m pretty wounded to see that Lucifer know before me what was happening…After all his plans were always pretty stupid if you want my opinion on that matter… »

 « Sariel…Don’t. » Oh oh, he was using your angel name…Don’t matter, you will be the one to find a solution, he will thank you later, after all, even after his fall you were one of the few who were not with God about his punishment.

 « Don’t « Sariel » me Lucifer…And I prefer Y/N. Now I’m supposed to make a miracle, I can be slightly annoyed. »

 « These are just petty angels. We are archangels…Nothing that we can’t beat in less than two seconds. » All of that arrogance…Taking a deep breath, you look at him. You two were pair back in heaven, always searching the other’s company and nothing was more atrocious to you than the day when he was cast out of the Heaven. At each look, your heart and grace shivering of pleasure and happiness to see him again but sometimes, he was the biggest brat of God’s creation. 

« Yeah, sure…Tell me, when was the last time you were on the battlefield ? » 

You were just finishing when hell broke loose. Something knocked out the air out of you, crashing your ribs and your back against the nearest tree. You heard Lucifer angry roar through your dizzyness before the angel who attacked you disintegrate suddenly in flames. Regaining your balance, you get back on your feet, helped by Lucifer who firmly take your hand, his brows furrowed and worried.

 « Y/N are you okay ? This coward took you by surprise and…

- Lucifer ! » 

You had seen the arrow even before it was launched. Gripping Lucifer by his shoulders you turned with him, presenting your back and wings to the projectile. You waited for the impact, but it never came. You were suddenly encased in something big and bright, Lucifer’s arms around your body. Opening your eyes, you saw the most glorious wing you’ve never seen, keeping your (Y/W/C) wings in perfect safety. When your eyes came to Lucifer, his smile was exactely the same it was back in the Heaven, bright and like the sun. He exploded in an incredulous laugh, kissing you suddenly, leaving you absolutely breathless. 

It seems to you like you were back in Heaven, feeling your grace vibrating in power and happiness, your wings fluttering slightly. Suddenly, Sabrina’s voice was heard, shouting. 

Request from @fastidious-and-precise​ : Imagine request for aragorn where he proposes to the reader who is a dunedain like him and was/is part of the fellowship? you can pick whether it’s set after the quest or during or even before. thanks :) Hi ! Thank you for you request and I’m so sorry for the time it took me to do it but I hope you’ll like it ♡ ( Sorry for the grammar mistakes ♡ ) - Allegra You never would have thought that you’d be in this kind of quest on which rested the Middle Earth’s destiny. Oh, all your life was an adventure since you were a Ranger and you were not the most careful about taking risk but it was always at a lower level than protecting all the lives in Middle Earth. 

Aragorn was not really fond of the idea of you, the greatest evil of Arda, and your lack of prudence reunited in a quest but who can stop you from doing what you want ? Nobody, really, he has already tried so many times. He knew you from many years and even if Arwen has caught his eyes with her elven beauty and soft but brave personality, she has never compete with your inner fire and your features as beautiful as the Valars.

 You were in animated discussion with the Hobbits about many things you had saw in the Shire and you didn’t understand. You were someone who loved discovering anything about any kind of your world, even the smallest things. Your (E/C) were shinning in the light of Rivendell and your smile was so contagious, leaving no choice to Aragorn than smiling of his own just at looking at you. Suddenly, the voice of Gandalf was heard. 

« She will be an extraordinary addition to this quest. We’ll need this light she brings with her to pass through the darkest path…And I think she can give you a bigger bravery than the one you already have. » 

His sentence was punctuated by a smoke circle and his signature smile, looking at the Dunedain knowingly. Y/N and Strider were courting since forever now and the future was so incertain. Touching something in his pocket, Aragorn thought this was the right time for his plan because after the beginning of this quest he might not have the opportunity to do it.

 He waited for the moonlight to take you in the gardens and you agreed, knowing perfectly it was maybe the last time for you to be alone. Following him through the night, you were letting all of the fragrances of the gardens appease your anxiety about the coming events. 

« All of this seems like a dream you know…Like how can we be here, in this place where it seems like nothing bad can happen but tomorrow being in a foreign place where anything is gonna try to kill us for a stupid ring… » you said in a whisper, trying to not disturb the peace of the garden.

 Aragorn came closer and gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

« And this is for this exact reason that I think it’s the good moment for ask you something. » Looking at him intrigued, your eyes rounded in surprise at the sight of him taking something out of his pocket. He opened a little cloth and revealed a simple ring with a (S/C) stone in its center.

 « Y/N…Do you want to be my wife ? 

« Aragorn…Are you sure about it ? I mean, yes, of course I’ll be your wife but we don’t know about… » 

He cut you with a kiss, taking the rest of your words on his lips to erase them of the moment before whispering tenderly. 

Hell of a Ride. Part 2.

Disclaimer : Hi guys ! Here’s the part 2 of Hell of a Ride ! If this please you, I’ll make the part 3 with more Lucifer x reader. Sorry for the mistakes. Enjoy ! 

xoxo, Allegra

Summary : Y/N and the others have reached Hell and are now at the begining of their périple to find Zeus, Hades and Poseidon weapons kept in différents vault conceived by Hephaiustus in Hell.

« …there was a big fault in the ground where the mares rushed at a gallop. »

Suddenly, after the soft light of a foggy day, they were in a dark fog. Like a cloak, it was all around them and none of them knew where the others were precisely. It was disorienting, like if you could see through it but also like you were completely in the dark. The mares stayed still for some minutes before start pawing the ground of impatience and Nick’s voice broke the silence.

"She doesn’t like this place ... Right?” He doesn’t sound really confident about the place where you were and you couldn’t blame him.

"It's not really the place the problem ... It's what's living here. We’re in Erebus, the first step for the dead. Cerberus should be lurking in the dark and the Erynies too. So keep your voices low, the less heard we are, the better. Come on, we’ve got a long road a head.” You were not really calm yourself, listening to the smallest sound when you start walking. The last time you were in this place was so long ago and you didn’t really want remember it.

"How do you know in which direction we are going?" Lucifer. You hoped that during the ride he’d lost his voice but apparently not. He remembered you Zeus, all in self-confidence and oversized ego under a delicious appearance.

"I'm listening to the sound of the water.” You could feel his impatience radiating, even if he was behind you.

"Water ?” Sabrina and Mrs. Wardwell's voices came in unison, uncertain about what you were talking about. They didn’t hear anything nor see anything but you seemed like you know exactly where your where going. 

Suddenly, you felt a strong hand grabbing your shoulder and pulling you backwards. The hand which grabbed you shoulder took your neck, pressing strongly. "You’re a little liar! I'm pretty sure you try to loose us, and you're gonna disappear, leaving us in this place!” Lucifer voice started booming and Sabrina came fast, trying to make him loose his grip.

"Lucifer! Let her go!” She was trying to keep his voice low but the fallen angel was determinate to make you say the truth he wanted. Keeping your eyes in his, you answerd him, your voice strangled.

"You’re gonna revealed us, you stupid goat! There’s a river down the road, the Acheron! We need to get there and find the ferryman! Only the dead can hear the river!” 

He released you suddenly, seeming satisfied with your answer. Rubbing your neck, you shot him a dirty look before sums up your walk, passing Lilith and Sabrina.

"I don’t know how this man makes you fall in love with him, that’s too much for me.”A dark laugh makes you stop dead in your tracks.

"Say the one who fell in love with Lycaon ... Oh, look who’s back to say hello ... Come sisters, come welcome the ancient queen of Arcadia.” Suddenly, you were surrounded by hideous women with blood-shot eyes, bat wings and snakes for hairs.

"Who are you?” Came the bold voice of Sabrina, making you roll your eyes… That child didn’t really know the concept of survival instinct, did she? Alecto was the first laughing, approching the young girl.

"Oh Y / N… Did you not talk about us? We thought we were friends after you came asking for revenge against your husband… ” Your companions looked at you but you kept your eyes on the Furies around you. They were not bad monsters neither bad deities but they were Cronus’s sisters and they knew that you were here for something.

"Alecto, Tisiphone, Megearea ... So pleased to see you again. We’re not gonna disturb you anymore, come on, let’s go. "Trying to continue your path, you've been stopped by Tisiphone.

"We're not here to stop your quest; Cronus leave us rotting in this place instead of taking us with him and we will be delighted to take our revenge on him but beware, Hells have changed since your last passage Y / N and you'll find no help there. Be careful and for all of you, pagans, do not be fooled by the one who wish you well here. "

Suddenly, the tree of them disappered in the dark, leaving a path of strange flowers, a ghostly glow emanating from them and leading the way. Everybody was silent after the mysterious sentence of Tisiphone. After some time in the complete silence, you finally arrived on the bank of the Acheron but Charon was nowhere to be seen.

"Fabulous, there’s no boat here and I will not swim across… This. » Lilith and her delicate and aristocratic voice. Searching in one of your pocket, you reveal five Drachma.

"Don’t worry, your Majesty, you will not be forced to do so ..." You suddenly launched the drachma in the direction of the Acheron, causing three small ricochets from the room which broke the dead silence of the river.

"For this ferryman thief. "

Hell of a Ride. 

Pairing : Lucifer Morningstar x Reader 

Imagine, you’re an ancient greek queen who has escaped hells, taking the apparence of a Greendale’s highschool student. After the Pagans incident, Sabrina and her friends are against a biggest threat. Cronus, the Titan is free and in Town under the apparence of a mortal, wanting nothing more than take again power on the earth, retablishing his reign over the universe. The Spellman, Lucifer, Lillith and Sabrina’s friends are trying to stop him, but they will need a little help and you’re gonna catch the eye of a certain lord.

« Pagan Gods, now this Titan…All of this will not take end ? » Zelda was passing in the living room. The situation was desesperate, at the point where even Lucifer and Lillith were in her house, telling how the situation was without solution.

« Cronus was jailed by his sons, Zeus, Hades and Poseidon in Tartarus, but with the « new religions » they have disappeared, Olympus has fallen and all of the greek gods have disappeared in the void.» Ambrose was in the middle of a thousand books about ancient mythology. Hilda was silent, sipping her tea, after her ideas were put in the trash by her older sister.

They had tried all the traps they knew and even the dark lord had been defeated by the titan, who had reprimanded him like he was a little boy, awaking his fury beyond imagination. Sabrina looked at her father, frustrated by this lack of solution.

« But, if no one believed in them today, how can he be so powerful…After all, half of this planet believe in your existence ! » Her voice was laced with frustration, pacing like her aunt, Salem looking at her, head on the side.

« My patience has its limits, Sabrina, watch your tongue. With their disappearance, greeks gods have left their realms and all of the souls and monster stayed there. He had eons to absorb them… Do you even imagine what kind of power it is ? » His voice was irritated, his eyes more black than the most obscure part of the Hell. His foot was taping littly against the flooring, stopping when a light knock was heard at the door before a bell like voice rises from outside.

« Sabrina ? It’s Y/N. » All of the being in the room shared a look before the young witch go open the door.

« Y/N…I’m sorry but its not the right time…You should go back home. » Sabrina was going to slam the door in her face when her delicate hand came to stop her. Entering in the house, you found the living room, Sabrina on your heels, trying to stop you.

Everyone looked at you and Ambrose has been the first to react, trying to cast a spell on you. Rising a hand to stop him, you took a sorry expression.

« Sorry but first, technically I’m already dead, second, I don’t depend on your laws. » Lucifer straightened himself, like Lillith, at your words.

« That’s not possible… » Says the first witch.

« Okay, we don’t really have time for my story and for the complex organisation of the realms but…Zeus cursed my husband, Lycaon, who killed me, his sons and his court, I’ve been to Hell where entry is free but not the exit. » The dark lord was looking at you with a new interest, all of the others looking at you with surprise.

«  So you… » You cut Sabrina in her sentence. « Yep, I know exactly where Cronus came from and how bring him back in his box. One of the principal default of…you all » You say, pointing the devil. « Is that you have the biggest ego of all the creation and Cronos have the biggest of them all, that’s it what gonna loose him. »

Lucifer, furious, rose from his seat, towering you from all his height.

« Say that again and I’ll kill you…I’m not like this filthy usurper. » Keeping your Y/E/C eyes in his, you sank your finger in his chest. « Kill me, go on, but you’ll be the loser. Hells' gate are not gonna open for you, you are the Pagans in this story. Now, can I continue, your honor ? »

Turning your back to him, you looked at all of the other people presents in the room.

« Okay, we resume. Cronus was banished by his sons, who are dead now. But their weapons are not and are in Tartarus, in a vault created by Hephaistus. We need to get them and we need all of your powers to form a unique weapon. Cronos have a scar, gift from his sons. It’s where we need to touch him. »

Hilda, in all of her sweetness, came shyly to you.

« But, how are we gonna find the gates ? » Smiling gently at her, you took a little flask from your pocket, full of blood, and made them  a sign, inviting at following you. You exit from the house, all of them following you.

Opening the vial, you let the blood fall on the soil, and make sign for silence. During minutes, you were all waiting in the fog before the sarcastic voice of Lucifer rise.

« And now, Miss Greek Hell ? »

Suddenly, sound of horse’s hooves makes himself heard and four mares came out from the fog. Sabrina approached you, eyes never leaving the mares who gore bronze bridles.

« Horses ? Horses are the gates ? » Approaching carefully one of the mares, you took the reins and pat the equine’s neck.

« These mares are the mares of Diomedes, human-eaters. When Hercules freed them from her stables, they died of hunger and are now one of the best method to travel between Hell and Earth. Sabrina, Lucifer, Lillith, Nicolas, Prudence and Rosie, you’re coming. The others stays, keep Cronus at bay. Come on, two by horse. »

All of you ride a horse and Nicolas was the first to ask.

« How can we stay on this beast ? » His voice was lightly stressed, hands clenched on the reins.

« Clasp your legs and hold the mane, Boy. It’s gonna be a hell of a ride. »

Your horse raised the forelegs, beating them to the ground in a thunder-like roar and suddenly, there was a big fault in the ground where the mares rushed at a gallop.

Imagine being one of Dracula’s wifes which he kept in strange boxes inside his caves. You were the one who he doesn’t seemed interested in, since except the moment where you were feeding, you were deadly calm. One day, you succeed in escaping your prison, and you understand that the count isn’t in the castle anymore. You killed your “sisters”, you’re tasting the freedom again and started livin' your life.

123 years...That’s exactly the time since you’ve been wandering freely on earth and you can’t say that immortality haven’t its perks. It was so good to be completely free and you took the time to mend your broken heart after having been fooled by the count and his promises.

You’ve made many differents studies, visited many places before stopping your tracks in England. Nowadays, you were working in a morgue for the Jonathan Harker foundation where nobody knew your true nature. You were a discrete little thing, all in grace and with a strange charm, like something made for tempting you under a delicate face.

Your life were following her course when one day, you heard it. His voice. Your senses were in alert and you didn’t want him to find you here, you didn’t want to saw him again. You needed to leave but not without telling Zoe. Going up from your mortuary, you were searching Zoe, following her smell.

“ Dr. Van Helsing, I’m really sorry but I need to leave for an emergency...” You’d take an apologetic face, but Zoe wasn’t having it.

“ I need you for some samples now and it can’t be made by anybody. Do them and then, you’ll be free to leave.” Without thinking, you nod your head and followed her in a room you’d never seen before. After a few steps, you stopped dead in your tracks. He was here, your husband. Dracula.

Appearing from the shadows, the vampire looked you absolutely stunned by your presence here.

“ I need to say that I’m particularly surprised to see you there...Wife. What was your name  ?” He was with a moking expression, making your blood boil in your veins while Zoe looked at you, dumbfounded.

“You’re a vampire ?! But...How...” You didn't answer, your (Y/E/C) eyes never leaving Dracula. Crossing the sun which kept him in place, you came towards him seductively, letting him thought that you were still under his spells.

Grazing his lips with yours, you suddenly give him a vile bite. He let out an angry growl, towering you menacingly.

“ Even if you’re a feisty one, don’t cross the limit Y/N.” With a seductive smirk, you didn’t look down and say, anger lacing your voice.

Imagine, you’re Mina Murray and Lucy Westenra’s friend. You met Dracula during his journey in London and you can’t help but being attracted to him even if you feeling there’s something dangerous about him. One night during a party at Lucy’s mansion, you loose yourself in the labyrinth in her garden where you make a delicious encounter.

You never were the kind liking parties. You weren’t as shy as Mina but you preferred the calm and peaceful dinners with some of your friends. Mina and Lucy were you friends since your childhood after you arrived in England with your family, you loved them but sometimes, being alone was what you liked the most.

Strolling in Lucy’s garden, you didn't take long to get lost. You always had disliked labyrinths and you couldn’t help feeling stupid after taking the same path six time in a row.

“Oh God Y / N, why do you always feel the need to be the stupid girl who’s loosing her road in the dark? Can’t you be sociable from time to time? ”

It seemed to you that all bushes were moving and sometimes, it was like something was growling in the dark. Trying to stay calm, you looked behind you in a turning point before hitting someone. You let out a little cry of terror and then, you were facing this handsome count you met with Mina.

"I’m sorry ... I was lost and ..." The man in front of you had a little smile, stretching out his arm for you to take it then he started speaking with his little accent, almost hypnotizing you.

"Don’t worry lady Y/N, I should be the one asking for your forgiveness, I didn’t announced my presence even if I saw you."

During your walk back to the mansion, the conversation between you two seemed flowing so easily, like you always known each other and Dracula felt entranced by your beauty and your personality. Sure, Mina was the perfect doppelganger of his lost love but you were like a breath of fresh air, letting him feels human again and your blood’s scent was so sweet that’s he feels like it was a delicate lullaby to his monstrous hunger.

Soon, the mansion was in sight and you felt disappointed to stop so soon your moment with the count. Finally stopping before the stairs which's leading to the manor, he took your hand and kissed it but not letting it go. Blushing lightly, your heart wanted to jump out of your chest.

“It was a pleasure to take this walk with you, my Lord. I’m hoping that I’ll have the honor to see you again...”

Looking at you while you started climbing the stairs, he said.

“Tomorrow. Make me the honor to see you again, tomorrow.”

Giving him a playful bow, you responded.

Part One

Imagine, after Peter found out you were a vampire, you see him again during a pack meeting. 

It’s been six weeks since the last time you saw Peter. His words has broken your dead heart in half even if you understand his shock about your true nature but he said you were a corpse…How could you forgive about that ? Your body and your soul ached of his absence but you needed time to think about your relation with the ex-alpha : Were you ready to forget his words and was he capable to continue with you, even if you were a vampire, an immortal predator, not sure if you will not fall again into the bloodlust ? After all this time alone, you finally found a family in the pack, were you ready to be alone again ? All of these questions plagued your mind during your isolation and soon, you came near Derek’s flat too keep you in with pack’s life.

One night, you were back in your spot, listening the discussion of the werewolves from distance when Lydia screamed. Your dead heart bolt in your chest and in a blink, you were inside facing your friends and Peter. On your guard, you looked at them, ready to leave if they decided to take your head of. Lydia was the first to speak.

« Y/N…We know… » She looked so sad, her eyes telling you that she was not afraid. Scott was the next one coming near you.

« I admit, that’s really…Weird…Not that you’re weird or…Shit, you know what I mean. How… » Stiles interrupted him, overwhelming you with his questions.

« How became you a vampire ? Did you sell your soul ? Did you kill a baby ? Is Dracula exist ? »

A « Stilinski, shut up » came from Peter and Derek. You took an unecessary breath and for the first time in your immortel life, you felt like a little girl again.

«  I’m sorry I’ve hiding you my nature but…I didn’t think it was a good idea to tell you. » You took a look at Peter who had the decency of looking away. « No Stiles, I didn’t sold my soul or did a satanic ritual by killing a child. I never wanted to be a vampire, when I was human all I wanted was having babies, being married with a good and healthy man to ensure a good life for my children and don’t die of the plague…But when my parents engaged me to this man, it was not with a good husband and all I can remember is that one night, he beat me to death in Florence streets and then, I woke up with an hunger for blood. »

Everybody in the room has make silence, looking at you with a mix of horror and sadness. Derek looked at Peter and invited the pack to leave you two alone. Tension between you two was thick and Peter broke it in two strides, taking you in his arms, his face in your neck. Your hand came to his hair, stroking it gently.

« I’m fucking sorry Y/N. I’ll understand if you’ll never forgive me but I can’t let my mate leave me again. You’re mine. »

You took his face in your hand, looking him in the eyes.

« Peter, I’m gonna live forever, I’ll never grow old, how can you know that one day you’ll not want your own family, your own pack ? »

The wolf silenced you with a desperate and possessive kiss, growling against your lips.

« Listen to me very carefully. I don’t like kids, I’m not an alpha anymore and even if I was, there’s difference between having my own pack and becoming crazy without my mate. So even if you want to drain out all of these stupids teenagers, I don’t fucking care…Hell, I’ll even help you. And now, I’m gonna show my mate how sorry I am. »

All you can do had been smiling before he took you on his shoulder, climbing up the stairs to his room and when the pack came back, all they can hear was your scream of pleasure.

Author’s note : Sorry if there’s any mistakes, english is not my mother tongue. I’m trying my best to correct them. 

Request from anon : Hi! Can I make a request for Dracula BBC the new Netflix show, for Dracula and the reader where he feels instantly addicted to her blood and she is one of the passengers of the Demeter and then when he is going to take her she tells him there are more pleasures in life and she can show them to him. 

The ship was absolutely silent, even the sea seemed terrified by the menacing presence aboard. In the relative security of her cabin, Y/N was in her bed, deep in her dreams.

In the middle of her white sheets, dressed with a red nightgown make her looked like the forbidden fruit, tempting the count like Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden. He caught her scent even before boarding the ship, her blood having the same scent as the greatest wine he ever tasted. Honey and red fruits, a flavour made by Hell to take you in its deepest circles.

Approaching silently from her divine neck and the red treasure in it, he was so close to finally tasting this marvelous nectar when he heard a small gasp from the woman under him, her little heart beating like a tiny bird in his cage.

“ Please...Don’t...Please.” Y/N was trying to stay calm, knowing fully what will surely happened to her.

He keept the young lady liying, humming lightly against her skin, he didn’t need her to whine pathetically for his mercy, He didn't have any. But, to his surprise, a little hand came to his chin, forcing him to look at the face of this temptress and for the first time, in his long live, he feelt like he was before a siren.

“ What you want is just a fleeting taste but, I can give you a pleasure who can last so mush longer.” Suddenly, he was absorbed in a kiss tasting like both heaven and hell.

He seemed to him that, this time, he was the victim and she was the monster, taking all she wanted from him. Dancing passionately in the sheets with Y/N until she was sore, he came whispering to her.

Imagine, Sirius survived during the war. One day, he proposed to you and now you’re getting married in a little ceremony, all your friends gathered in the beautiful garden of your new house.

After all this time, there it is. Happiness for both of you. Sirius was standing by your side, handsome as ever in is wedding suit, looking at you like nobody before him. You were shinning with pure joy, in your simple white dress, showing a little bump under the silk.

Remus was in front of you, emotion and fondness written all over his face, and said the final words.

“ By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride, Pads.”

Sliding an arm around your waist under loud applause, Sirius gave you a beautiful smile before passionately kissing you. All of your friends were cheering loudly and you looked into his marvelous blue eyes, whispering.

“Until the very end, Mr Black.”

Taking his hand in yours, you approached your friends when a little tug at your dress made you look down to find the little Teddy Lupin tugging at your skirt. 

“ Auntie Y/N, how Uncle Sirius put the baby in your belly ?” 

Imagine, you’re aboard of the Demeter, the ship that take Dracula to England. He thinks you’re just a human but you’re an immortal more ancient than him. He come to your cabin to kill you and he’s surprised when you reveal the truth to him.

“ Sorry my lady but…You’re not deaf, many passengers and crew’s member have been my supper. Are you not afraid ?” He was confused, how can you be so calm now everybody’s know he’s the monster aboard.

“ Oh yes, you’re the little boy too impatient who plays with the food.” In one second, you take him by the neck before throwing him on the ground. “ In two millennials of life, I’ve survived and now, by your fault, there’s a risk that my life stops on a stinky ship !” Saying you were angry was a euphemism. The count looked at you, dumbfounded.

“Who are you ?” You gave him a smirk before letting out your fangs.

Imagine, you’re Peter Hale’s girlfriend and you kind of forget to tell him that you are a vampire, able to disguise your scent. He finds out one night by catch you hunting in the woods. I Part Two. 

“ And how, in your immortal mind, did you not think that was an important thing to tell me, Y/N !” He seemed so disappointed but what choice did you have when the two of you started dating ?

Frustration of your motive being so obscure to Peter takes over you and anxiety about loose him was starting to rise in you.

“Yeah ! What a good thing to tell to a pack of werewolves ! Hey, i’m Y/N and I was born in the 16th century ! Yes, I’m a fucking vampire but don’t worry; I’m not gonna eat you yet !”

“The fact that my girlfriend is a fucking corpse was a thing that I’d would like to know !” Suddenly, Peter realised his bad choice of word but it was too late, your eyes became black, full of betrayal. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry...That was not..”