#FUCKING VAMPIRES

[dyrewrites]

Beliegered -- welp, there went that

//there is nothing naughty in this, nothing explicit anyway//

It took some convincing, and a gurgling stomach, for his desire for food to outweigh the afterglow of his King’s arms and lips...but Ansul did eventually leave the bed. With some help.

A gentle swat, a gentler shove and a sweetly whispered, “if you don’t eat your meal soon, you’ll be dining on ice.”

Chuckling, he rolled away from the comfortable pillow he’d made of Enric’s chest and sucked a sharp breath through his teeth when hot skin met cold air. “If it’s not already,” he told the smirk in bed, snug under warm blankets, while he rushed for the plates.

Which were a single plate. One holding a roasted leg of lamb, a small bowl of lentil stew and a few sticks of stuffed eggs. Expected, all. Yet in the center of them, framed with purpose and care, sat a wholly unexpected addition. A bowl of what a sniff claimed carrots, mashed and cooked into a delicious spiced pudding.

Something unknown in the kingdom, though beloved in his homeland. Something certainly not served outside that room and he wondered, far too loud, “how did you know?”

“How did you put it,” Enric whispered, beside him without a sound, arms wrapping around his middle, “I’m in you, Ansul. Often as I can be.” A soft kiss on his cheek warned of the hand before he saw it as the King snatched the plate and sauntered to the bed, “now come eat, so I might drown in more of you.”

“And you?” Ansul asked as he climbed into bed, welcoming cooler skin against his side and blanket over them both before accepting the plate.

Not until Ansul’s mouth was full of meat did he get an answer.

After a laugh and warm smile, “I’ll eat after. Besides, you’re the one who’s had a tiresome day.”

“Mm,” Ansul agreed, if not to the insinuation their fun wasn’t tiring for both of them, and he knew he didn’t have to say so for Enric to hear it.

The smirk said enough and Ansul’s thoughts swam with other concerns as Enric tried desperately to absolve him of them. Kissing his arm and shoulder first, fingers dancing along his thigh as kisses turned to nibbles.

Making the concern throb, demand voice and Ansul shuffled to avoid more of those teasing teeth while he sought words, “will I be sneaking off to my quarters when you’re done with me?”

“I said you’re mine, you think I’d let you hide so far from my bed,” it wasn’t a question, framed as it was, and lips replaced hands on the thigh as he said it.

Puffing air cooler than the blanket’s on Ansul’s skin as he ate too quickly for the grumbling in his stomach. The breath bothered as he ate. Cooler than it should have been, a cool seeping into skin and he lifted the sheets to see all of him. Swallowing his last bite too rough for what he found. Enric’s grays had spread, his skin paled. Skin which puckered over spindly blue veins, emphasizing sunken muscles and gnarled bones. Even his ears changed, reaching thin and curled too far from his head. A hint of more lay in strange wrinkles under his arms but a tongue longer than he knew it teased more than thigh and his sight blurred, misted.

As his mind filled the gaps with what was expected—known—Ansul’s voice worked without him to ask, “am I to be your toy then, kept in your chambers until you’ve want of me?”

“Mm, the term is consort, my sweet and you’ll not languish,” a giggle and Enric yanked the sheets and thick blanket over himself, voice too clear through it, “you’ll still have a title, power, duties. But you’ll sleep here and when I want you,” his voice dropped, near to a growl as he gripped Ansul’s thigh tight with both hands, “I will have you.”

Hunger had driven Ansul to devour everything offered on his plate, but his was nothing to the hunger of his King. Warned of by the growl, with no knowledge to explain its meaning Ansul was unprepared for what it heralded.

Sharp and deep the bite, the teeth, longer and more numerous in his thigh than he knew they were. Teeth he’d teased with tongue, felt dull in his lip and soft on his skin, buried in his flesh.

Burrowing as some foul rodent, deeper and deeper.

The shining steel of the plate clattered terribly into long-since dropped armor beside the bed. While Ansul fell against pillows, full of blades for all his nerves insisted. Blades and leeches suckling all he was, his strength, his life, his blood. Still he grasped, slapping, for the sheets, the blankets...to see, to know. Fluttering though they were, blurry and wet, his eyes worked to obey.

And he desired none of what they showed him.

The leg his King suckled grayed and cooled while, through wave after wave of sharp agony, Enric’s heat, his supple skin and all the color he held when met were returning flush and vibrant.

A sweet moan ended it, punctuating Ansul’s gasping breaths, and the teeth, the horrible teeth, bled syrup as they slowly...salaciously...retracted. Warm their release, heady their trail, and Ansul swayed on the pillows.

No words could pierce the heat dripping so perfectly through him, or the darkness it built, the thoughts it smothered. Yet memory tried. As Ansul drowned, and the pale creature his King became drowned with him, it whispered quiet and cold, I’ll eat after.

While his ears heard the distant tinkling of a bell...

[witchyhobbitess]

Reblogging because I NEED to see where this shit goes. That’s it yall, I’m INVESTED!!

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[gabrielisdead]

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[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[clanlasombrasp]

Masquerade breach in 3, 2, 1,...

[iant0jones]

"I feel very proud to be a black Creole vampire, in the show. I mean, I hope that all it does is opens the gates for more. Let's tell more stories. Let's be monsters! And enjoy it! Yeah, let's be problematic. Give us the space to be a problem." - Jacob Anderson

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price guest stars on The Muppet Show (1977)

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[claudiadpdl]

whoever made the decision to cast jacob anderson as louis dpdl struck fucking gold and i mean that. not only is he a phenomenal actor but every time i look at his beautiful face i too realize that i would do utterly deranged, fucking unhinged shit to keep him in my life forever. at the end of the day lestat and armand and everyone else need not explain a damn thing.

[teethburied]

lestat + piano

[gabitzart]

Nice stache bro

[helen-norvilles-female-rage]

Katya spitting facts

[sirspeep]

the way he was FULLY looking at dreamstat here. we all joked about it, we all had a laugh, "ahah dream lestat told him to say no" HE DID. HE FUCKING DID.

[flintsilvers]

i like to think that this was claudia both cursing lestat and just her being a scared daughter looking to her father for comfort while in agony in a room full of people who cheered on as she burned.

on one hand i think this is her passing her own judgment on him, forcing him to face the consequences of his actions, of what he put her through. i do think she believed his version in the end (if her questioning louis and then changing her wording to "even if it is true" is anything to go by) but of course she does not forgive him. she cant. his explainations arent an excuse. none of it justifies what he did to her specifically, and both of them know it. i think its also why lestat doesnt even try to apologize to her.

and on the other hand, at this point madeleine was already dead, louis had been taken away and no one in the coven had any love or sympathy for her. lestat was all she had left, and he was the one who made her. we keep being told over and over how strong the vampire bond is in regards to louis and lestat but lestat made claudia too. he's watching his own blood die and he feels it, and she knows it, and knows that bond, that shared pain is the last shred of love she will ever feel.

[hallowvamp]

Dreamstat was unbelievably beautiful. No wonder Louis was down bad.