#Iwtv x male reader

[that-one-malereader-enthusiast]

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⟩ » Part One « | Part Two ⟨

cw : MDNI - S1 Lestat, flirting, suggestive content, top male reader, goofy male reader, bagged the baddie by being autistic aesthetic, mentions of sexual interactions, slight Louis jealousy, one-shot.

Thinking of how Lestat would so leisurely find his way onto your leg, his body pressed against yours almost similar to how a feline would greet another. How he would lean his head over as you'd whisper to him what others only wish they could hear.

Ears perking up at the melodic laughter from the blonde beauty himself. His hand having to cover his lips as to stifle his own joy, afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Your mere words brought him joy, a rare feeling when it didn't come from either spiting others or showing off his many 'talents'.

You spoiled the man rotten from your presence alone.

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Lestat had become absolutely enthralled with you.

Beforehand, he'd peered his way into your mind and saw you as nothing more than a simpleton who genuinely happened to stumble into a bar. Like a lost puppy, you seemed almost shy, scrambling for help in your mind as the bustling room seemed like a cry out of your comfort zone.

Oh how absolutely wrong he was.

By the time he'd occupied a seat next to you, the blonde man barely had enough time to introduce himself before you perked up and did so first. You were a bit of a motor-mouth, but a smooth one at that. Lestat seemed only partially annoyed as he practically got your life's story before saying a measly five words.

You were the perfect target for a good night, to sate both his needs of hunger. A gluttonous lust he'd have sprung on Louis if the man wasn't so tied up in his own family affairs at the moment. It couldn't have been laid out any better. You were alone, having moved from further down south to try and set up business, but you were lost and passing by.

You had no family or friends worried about you, you weren't of a high enough status to be searched for if gone for more than a day, and better yet, all your belongings were currently on you as you'd been trying to find a place to stay for the night.

Lestat did have to silence you for the moment as you rambled about your current situation. His nimble fingers seemed to caress your jaw, thumb place against your lips. "For such a handsome face, you speak more than you can breathe. Though I can't blame you, having to go through such a harrowing journey with no one willing to help you?"

You seemed to smirk behind his finger, a laugh leaving your slightly chapped lips. "Well, what can I say pretty boy? You simply took my breath away the moment you sat next to lil' ol' me."

Lestat was a bit surprised to say the least as you seemed openly okay with complimenting him in such a way. Many men, caucasian or colored, seemed to keep to themselves or explore behind closed doors. You? Your mind was open and unafraid, bold to say the least—though there wasn't a single degrading thought to behold at that moment, even as the conversation continued.

"Perhaps I could provide you a place for the night? I highly doubt you'd be willing to march to your destination after such a strenuous journey here, pauvre chiot..." Lestat removed his hand, one now tapping against the bar while the other lingered against your open thigh.

"That's mighty sweet of you! So, how could this poor country boy ever repay you for such a kind gesture mista..." You droned on, hoping he'd fill the space in order to finally introduce himself.

"Lestat, Lestat de Lioncourt," he practically purred out.

"Pretty name for an even prettier face. Ya' don't sound like you're from here yourself mister Lestat. Got a story of your own to tell?" You'd now seem almost infatuated with this man who'd barely begin to speak to you, much less offer a place to stay. In the back of your mind, you knew that it was a ploy to sleep with you, maybe even take some of your belongings, but the man seemed much too proper and seemed to hold himself to a higher standing than to be a petty thief.

"Oh, but would you rather I bother you with something more than a story, mon cher?"

"Maybe, but only if you explain what you just said. Sounded somthin' like you were callin' me a cherry. Not to disappoint you, but ain't the first time I've been called a fruit, I'll tell ya that." That seemed to get a genuine chuckle from Lestat, making the smile on your lips widen.

The blonde individual shook his head as his laughter died down. "It seems you are not familiar with the tongue I speak in. Just as it seems you are just as unfamiliar with the French quarter as well."

"I wouldn't mind becoming familiar, whether it be with your tongue or otherwise," you quipped. "I can do much more than yappin' yer ear off, but I do enjoy your voice much more than hearing my own. Wanna get out of this joint? Doesn't seem much like your style Lestat."

If it was an excuse to finally get you alone, he'd take it. As if you were already mesmerized by the devil in disguise, the two of you left the establishment and into the darkness of the night.

Even though you spoke to an extent that would annoy any congressman who'd have told debate against you, Lestat seemed to grow fond of the conversation, as well as the praises you seemed to give. You followed him willingly, though it wasn't much of a surprise to Lestat. There were people that simply swooned over him via their first meeting, but you were different.

Yes, you were charismatic, a bit awkward, and yes, a chatterbox, but your sudden infatuation with Lestat was odd to him. He couldn't see any current thoughts that were of the sexual variety, just genuine curiosity.

So he amused you with a short tale of his own travels, walking side by side in no direction in particular. He was simply biding time before eventually giving your life an end. Though he couldn't have imagined that an hour later, he would be settled in an empty field laying in the grass with you, laughing his heart.

"Chéri, how would he have even gotten his head stuck in such a place?"

"Beats me! Believe me, I called him shithead plenty of times, I just didn't think he'd take it in such a literal sense. Look, and that cow? I felt even worse for her." You ended as you recounted a story from your hometown. "You also keep calling me chair? Are you being funny? Look, you can sit on me, all you had to do was ask honestly—"

"Mon Dieu, you will be the end of me," Lestat wheezed out before sitting up. "I have not laughed like this in a very long time." Rubbing his jaw, he could barely feel an ebbing of aching in his cheeks from how hard he'd smiled before, his stomach tending from how tickled he'd become. "And no, I am not poking fun at you mon cher. Your humor isn't the least bit boring unlike some unruly men I've come into contact with. I assumed you simply had lines to try and...take off with me."

Your face flushed at the idea. "Well, you were also laying it on thick yourself Lestat. Didn't know if you wanted to help me or...somethin' else. I mean, I'm flattered, surprised too. What's a pretty thing like yourself doin without someone on your hip. I mean—you're proper as hell, a real gentleman if anything. A flirt too, charming, handsome, cute, radiant even. You're a diamond compared to the dull coin I am."

Lestat seemed even more surprised at the compliments he was getting, yet you seemed to neglect your own self worth. "Even coins are valuable, dull, dirty, or not. Why do you put yourself down so?"

There was a cloud of despair in your mind for a moment before a sad smile appeared upon your face. "Today could be my last for all I know. I haven't made a name for myself here, and if I were to disappear tonight well...what mark would I have made? You know me as this country bumpkin ya met at the bar? You'll forget about me tomorrow as if I never existed."

You weren't wrong, Lestat had planned to simply get rid of you then and there, but now you'd peaked his interest. "If...you were given the opportunity, to achieve what you'd like, would you take it?"

"No questions asked."

"Even if you had to make a deal with the devil himself?"

"I'd ask him to throw in beaut like yourself, I'd be all in."

Lestat felt a grin appear on his lips at your mere words. "You don't have much hesitation do you?"

"I've got nothing to lose. Go big or go home, right?"

"Indeed Mon cher."

Suddenly Lestat pounced, smashing his lips against yours in an almost bruising strength. You took it as a sign, knowing that tonight would mostly likely end in the two of you sleeping together. His tongue slipped into your mouth, now fighting for control as your own hands came to hold his waist. The kiss was heated, abit sloppy, and by the time Lestat pulled away, you were breathless and flushed down the neck. The moonlight gave way to his silhouette as he stayed hovered above your face.

"Are ya sure you want this Lestat? I've been told I'm a lot to handle."

"You've been so bold and quite forward all night, don't tell me you're getting shy now," a grin appeared on Lestats' face, his fangs peeking from behind his slightly swollen lips.

"Don't say I didn't warn you.."

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Lestat seemed to stare at the headboard of the bed, almost lost in thought as just as he felt breathless. He only snapped back to reality as he felt a warm breath and kiss against his bare shoulder.

"You still with me Lestat?" Your voice was much softer, tender as you nuzzled against the nape of the others neck, the sheets covering both of your lower halves as your body hovered above his.

Blinking, the blonde seemingly loosened his grip on both the pillow and the sheet beneath him. He'd slept with others who also seemed full of themselves, but now the tables had turned. He was practically filled to the brim with your sheer girth alone, pressing against his more sensitive places. His tongue ran over his lips, lapping up the leftover drops of blood that filled his throat mere moments ago.

"I told you we could have gone slow...you're not hurtn' are you?"

Lestat was taken aback by your demeanor. Not many people seemed to care for his well-being, especially during sexual escapades such as these. "Mon cher, do you often become this worried about those you sleep with?"

"Couldn't say. You're...the first," your face completely bloomed at the sudden confession.

Lestat however was completely dumbfounded. You did not act like a virgin in bed. He would have never assumed it was your first time, not with the way you completely ravished his body by the time the two of you made it through the front door. Your touch like silk, finding every weak spot and milking it for all its worth.

A groan left the blonde's lips as you'd shifted, though he knew you'd be slightly dazed and possibly inebriated as you were unaware that he'd fed from you tonight. "Dieux, you must be humoring me again, no?" Even peering into your mind once again, he had seen the truth, and knew that you spoke of no jokes.

You made a small noise, but shook your head as you buried your face within Lestats' neck, kissing his warm skin and even up to his jaw. "I hope I'm not disappointin' ya..."

"Merde..."

Lestat didn't expect you to be a literal bucking bronco, but he couldn't deny how you made him feel. Physically, it was as if you were bringing heaven up on his flesh, every touch, flick, lick, almost other worldly. Emotionally...he didn't understand. By daylight you'd be dead, he was sure of it, that he'd have his fun and dispose of you before morning.

Though at the moment it didn't seem as if you were out of energy. A bit sluggish yes, but a certain part of you was ready for more. "Lestat..'" Muttering against his skin, your hips rutted upwards, making a heavenly noise leave the man below you. "You can be on top this time if you want..."

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Three months ago, Lestat questioned his morality, though it wasn't the first time he did so. He always entertained Louis and even then, the humans around him weren't much worth the time or space when it came down to their needs or wants— whether it was self loathing, craving of sex, the need for food, or the wanting of home to go back to. They were all the same. It was the same with everyone he'd stumbled upon.

"Another round of drinks for the booth Chéri!"

Lestat found himself sitting on your leg, practically draped over you like a coat, his head tilted against yours. The spoils of laughter and joy you'd brought him within such little time was uncalled for, but granted, he never imagined someone like you would stumble into his life alongside Louis.

He saw no need to change you, though his eyes were set on someone else for such an event. You knew of his secret, and kept it to yourself. The nights where he'd come to see you, having dealt with racist snobs or uninteresting people, you were there to cleanse his boredom.

Though the two of you slept with each other quite often, you would never let him leave without pampering him after. And Lestat enjoyed every minute of it. Your sweet words, the true sincerity that you felt for him, that you loved him. Though it was hard to tell with Lestat if he felt that same way, or if he just adored you like any other human he might keep for entertainment.

Within the last few months the two of you had become business partners, having made a nightclub out of an old townhouse set to be demolished. Many strings had been pulled to get things up and running, but even then it happened to be a successful mission for both men. There was music, dancers, singers, all sorts of entertainers that came in to perform, and many people paid top dollar to come in.

Even Lestat had days where he'd perform on stage. To say he loved to peacock was an understatement.

This nightly job was as thrilling and fun as your nights in the town. Unfortunately, you were a horrible driver. Lestat had never been so unnerved about someone driving, and you? "A better lover than a driver I suppose?"

"I believe so ma chérie, I believe so..." It's safe to say that Lestat would be driving you around while you'd stay being his passenger princess.

Louis watched on from the other side of the half circle booth he sat in, his eyes narrowing at you as you practically wore Lestat, and the man let you. He couldn't understand what was so special about you. In his eyes, you were the same as him, maybe a little less.

Even as you'd been introduced to Louis, the two of you had never met eye to eye. Maybe it was because Lestat seemed to visit him just slightly less often than he did before you showed up. Maybe it was because he barely went out with Louis anymore because he was too busy riding you. With a glass in hand, Louis stared you down as you whispered something with Lestats' ear. He couldn't help but to wonder, seriously, what do you see in that guy?

Lestat stifled a laugh as he pressed the back of his own hand against his mouth. His piercing gaze seemed to shift over to Louis as his thoughts spoke much louder than others. The blonde couldn't help but to grin, pulling you in closer.

"He makes me laugh!"

"Hm?"

"Nothing ma très chère."

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[marksbear2]

Hi if you are taking requests please can u write a lestat x sick reader fic. I saw your sick so i thought it might be fittings. I also want it for comfort because i’m in the same boat rn hah.

Hope u feel better soon :)

Lestat De Lioncourt x Sick male reader

Not much to warn about just fluff and a tiny bit of stubborn reader.

The faint glow of moonlight spilled into the room, casting pale silver upon the disarray of blankets and dampened sheets. You stirred weakly, body weighed down by the oppressive ache that illness had so cruelly bestowed. Fever had painted your skin with a sheen of perspiration, and even the act of breathing seemed an arduous task.

The air shifted before you heard him. That was Lestat’s way—he moved like the wind, unnoticed until his presence was inescapable. He emerged from the shadows near the window, his golden hair catching the dim light as if it burned with its own fire. He was breathtaking as always, a cruel contrast to your frailty.

"You look dreadful," he remarked, his tone as light as it was sharp. The words could have stung if not for the undercurrent of concern that lingered beneath. His violet eyes, so unnervingly bright, softened as they drank in your form.

"I feel dreadful," you rasped, the effort of speaking leaving your throat raw.

Lestat crossed the room in an instant, his movements unnaturally fluid, like a predator finally closing in. He knelt beside the bed, his cold fingers brushing against your burning skin. The relief was instantaneous, and you exhaled shakily, leaning into his touch despite yourself.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were this ill?” His voice had lost its teasing edge, replaced by something far heavier.

"I didn't think you'd care to see me like this," you admitted, closing your eyes against the flood of emotions his presence always brought. Shame, longing, and something deeper you dared not name. "Besides, it’s nothing. Just a fever."

“Nothing,” he repeated, his tone flat. Lestat’s lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought. Then, as though coming to a decision, he spoke again, his voice softer. “You truly don’t understand how unbearable it is to see you like this, do you?”

You opened your eyes, meeting his unflinching gaze. There was something in it that stole the breath you didn’t have to spare. He reached for you again, this time cradling your face in his hands. His skin was icy, but you didn’t flinch. Instead, you leaned further into the touch, grateful for the reprieve it offered.

“I’m no stranger to suffering,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper now. “But this… watching *you* suffer? It’s intolerable. Mon cher, I’ve lived through centuries of horrors, yet this—the sight of your pain—cuts deeper than I thought possible.” "Lestat…" Your voice cracked, overwhelmed by the raw sincerity in his tone. “Let me help you,” he implored, his thumb tracing gentle circles along your fevered cheek. “There are ways. You know there are.”

You knew what he meant. He didn’t need to say it aloud. The offer hung in the air between you, a tantalizing promise of freedom from pain and frailty. But you also knew the cost, the weight of eternity that would come with accepting it.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head weakly. “I can’t… not like this.”His expression darkened briefly, disappointment flickering across his features before it was replaced by an uncharacteristic tenderness. “Then I’ll stay,” he said simply. “Until you’re well. Or until you change your mind.”

“You don’t have to—”

“Hush,” he interrupted, pressing a finger to your lips. “You’ll exhaust yourself with all this arguing. Besides, where else would I be? There’s nowhere more important than here, with you.”

A faint smile tugged at your lips despite the heaviness in your chest. Lestat shifted, settling onto the edge of the bed and pulling you gently against him. His cool embrace enveloped you, soothing the fever’s relentless heat. As sleep began to pull you under, you felt the press of his lips against your temple—a fleeting, tender gesture that spoke of emotions he rarely dared to voice.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his words a promise and a warning all at once. “And I won’t lose you. Not to this. Not to anything.”

With Lestat’s arms around you, the darkness of your illness seemed just a little less suffocating. For the first time in days, you let yourself rest, knowing that no matter what came next, he would be there.

THE END

[bumblesimagines]

why did you pick me?

you'll never convince me to stay.

Lestat de Lioncourt

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

TW/CW: Typical IWTV warnings, toxic relationship (it's lestat lets bffr), (Y/N)'s European but its up to the reader which country, implied abusive family/father

New Orleans... 

He'd intended to make the city his new home and safe haven. It'd broken him to step onto that boat and part ways with the country he'd been born and raised in, but he'd always thought about traveling and finding something new for himself. At least it was what he told himself as America grew closer and he stepped onto foreign soil. 

New Orleans seemingly never slept, and its residents walked the streets at night just as they did during the day; providing him with the perfect reason to search for a home for himself with the riches he'd taken from his family home. It all felt perfect if he had to be honest. The music pouring out from each establishment filled him with joy and the desire to dance and while the people harbored their own judgemental thoughts, they acted as welcoming as a sweet old grandmother.  

But, of course, it'd all been too perfect. He'd been a fool to believe he could manage to evade the golden cage by simply flying an ocean away.

"I would say this is a fine upgrade from that little house you called home, no?" His voice, once lovely like silk on the skin, now sounded more like nails dragging along a chalkboard. It was light and amused, and (Y/N) could hear the smile when he spoke of his former home.. the very one he ripped from his arms. "There is even a piano for you to play, mon chérie."

"Do you believe a piano and a pretty house will make me stay after what you did?" (Y/N) tore his eyes away from the dancing fire to face him, a familiar heat burning inside his gut and traveling up to his chest. There'd been a time he found anger to be a fleeting emotion, one he buried down to focus on hope. 

The smile on Lestat's face faltered, his jaw clenching and eyes narrowing slightly. "I saved you. I saved you from that wretched family, that mongrel. I made it so no one else could ever hurt you-"

"Is that what you think? That I was some damsel in distress and you the charming knight? I can never return home because of you. Why did you pick me? Because I learned how to play the piano? Because you heard things no one else was meant to hear?" There was the prickly sensation of tears in the back of his eyes but he knew if he let them fall, it wouldn't be salty tears he'd be wiping away. Everything about the creature he'd been turned into was... foul. Disturbing.

"Oh, dearest," The annoyance on Lestat's face vanished, promptly replaced with pity as he crossed the room and delicately set his hands upon (Y/N)'s face with a gentle coo. "You are like the dazzling moon, glowing brighter than the stars and candelights. When people look at you, they marvel with splendid, and when you play... it is a gorgeous melody that must simply live forever. Tu es unique en ton genre. That.. family of yours hardly understood your light but I do." 

His way with words had always been charming, alluring even. But each time (Y/N) gazed into his eyes, all he saw was a mouth stained with red and the wailing screams of his mother discovering her husband's corpse. Lestat had paid her no mind, French intertwining with English on his tongue as he switched between anger and cooing until (Y/N)'s jumbled mind allowed him to take his outstretched hand despite the hot blood dripping from between his fingers. 

(Y/N) stepped back with a swirling head, dragging himself further and further from Lestat until he could breathe again. "You'll never convince me to stay." He exhaled shakily, his hand grasping the top of a chair. His fingers dug into the wood, hearing it begin to creak and crack. "I will not live with the monster who took my family, my life, away from me."

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Broken Angel

Warning ⚠️; blood, death, implied smut, a bit of French 🔞

Pairing; bottom!Lestat/top!Male!Reader

Summary; You witnessed Claudia and Louis dispose of Lestat’s body and decided to heal him. The beginning of the strangest and yet strongest relationship you ever had.

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It was a night like no other. The sky was clear, allowing you to admire the moon and stars while the breeze played with your coat and scarf. Through the mix of odours, you were able to smell the scents of vampires. You didn't expect to run into a coven, but as you were about to turn around and leave their territory, a new scent reached you; vampire blood.

It has been years since you witnessed a vampire being killed and wondered what had happened. Curiosity won over your sense of survival and you walked toward what you thought to be the crime scene.

What wasn't your surprise when hidden in the shadow, you saw a child and a man dispose of a body in the trash. Even from a distance, you could tell those three were vampires. You moved, slowly, making sure the wind wouldn't alert them of your presence. You wondered if there was a chance to save their victim. After all, if the body hadn't been burned, then there was a chance the poor man could survive.

But a vampire child? The thought horrified you. You never thought those could be created and who would do such a horrible thing? Being stuck in the body of a child for all eternity seemed like a curse to you and you would prefer the deadly embrace of the sun than to even live a minute like that.

You waited for the murderous duo to leave before approaching the trash. Once you were sure neither vampire would notice you, you walked up to their victim. You recognized the name almost instantly. Lestat de Lioncourt. Who wouldn't recognize that angelic face of his? You never met Lestat before, you being way older and more of a lone wolf, but you saw portraits of him.

You didn't hesitate before scooping Lestat out of the trash and carrying him away. The smell of his blood nauseated you in the worst way possible, reminding you of why you kept your distance from your kin. The constant fights and murders were too much for you. Even as a human, you witnessed your fair share of massacres and didn't want to see more.

You took Lestat to your place and laid him down in your coffin. You didn't clean him, no. Because the first thing you did was to feed Lestat. Opening your own wrist, you let your blood pour into Lestat’s mouth and gently massaged his throat to help him swallow. The effect didn't take time and you watched his wound slowly heal.

You have to hold him down as Lestat comes back to himself, trashing around in a panicked state. You can only watch as tears of blood roll down his cheeks and he claws at your arms. The fear and despair in those beautiful eyes are enough to soften your stone heart. You help him clean up in silence, bathing him and making sure all wounds are closed. It's a heavy and uncomfortable silence, yet you don't dare say anything.

Just like you heard of Lestat, he has heard of you. The lone wolf, a bloody vampire killer who had slaughtered many covens in his younger years. But now you avoid everything and everyone, preferring the calm that came with solitude.

Until Lestat came into your life.

And as the days pass, you hunt for the two of you since Lestat isn't in any shape to help. May it be mentally or physically, the younger vampire is useless. But you can't keep it against him. After all, it's his own mate and child who tried to murder him. When Lestat told you of what happened, you felt a shiver run down your spine and anger fill you. How dared they? How could they?

For some reason, you feel a wind of protectiveness toward Lestat. Maybe it's his angelic face, maybe it's the pain and grief in his eyes, but you can't resist the urge to keep him safe. Maybe that why Lestat stay by your side, even when he is completely healed and free to leave, Lestat stay with you. And as time passed, you two grew closer to each other.

You never had a mate or a coven but with Lestat, you found both. It was Lestat who did all the first steps, trying to win you over. He would hunt and catch your favourite kind of prey, find your favourite things and give them to you. Lestat was shameless as well, walking around you with nothing covering him but the blood of his latest victims hoping you would lick it.

Yes.

Lestat de Lioncourt was shameless and knew what he wanted; you. And you didn't have the strength to push him away.

You allowed him to share your coffin even if Lestat had his own, enjoying the weight of his body in your arms when you woke up. The way he nuzzled himself against you, nose buried in your neck and fang nibbling at the tender flesh. Lestat knew how to charm and win you over. And God be your witness because you did fall for him, hard.

You thought nothing could disturb your new-found peace, but of course, Lestat was a trouble magnet. It all started when Lestat decided to take you to France, then Paris even tho he knew how you hated being around other vampires. Yet he knew you would never tell him no. You couldn't deny anything to your shameless angel.

Except being among dozens and dozens of vampires.

- “I am sorry mon Ange, but I cannot follow you there.” You whispered against his lips. “I wish I could follow you and…”

- “Then. Do. It.” Lestat had cut you short, hands gripping your chemise and lips pressed against yours. “I need you by my side. I. Need. You. Who else will keep me safe?”

There it is. The manipulation, the words that can make you move mountains for that drama queen. Because he is right; who can keep him safe when he will have to face both of his murderers in a parody of a trial? But more importantly, who will be there for support when he witnesses their death? Because Claudia and Louis might have tried to murder him, Lestat still cared and loved them.

But not you, no. You were glad those two were going to suffer and face the consequences of their actions.

So you give in and follow, hating every second of it.

Your only pleasure is to see the pain and jealousy in Louis’ eyes as you sit in the luxurious chair and Lestat sit on your lap. Arms wrapped around your lover, you keep him against you and allow him to silently brag about taming you.

The trial is a joke, pathetic and boring. But those are theatrical vampires so of course they are making it extra for no reason. That is until Lestat actually save his former lover. You feel Lestat's tensing body and hear him use his powers, everything he had to save the very man who tried to kill him. It makes you angry until you see tears of blood in his eyes. The pain of the betrayal is still there, but those are vampires Lestat had loved with what was left of his heart and soul.

Then, Claudia’s death.

You had expected it and wished for it, but witnessing it changed everything. Seeing her small body convulse and twist in pain broke your stony heart. You felt despair as you saw how broken Lestat was, his eyes not leaving his daughter as she burned to death. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, whispered sweet words of comfort in his mind and made promises sweeter night and revenge.

And what a bloody revenge was it.

The whole Parisian coven gone, massacred by your very hands and those of Louis.

In the end, you stand behind Lestat as the coven’s theatre burns and you are left facing Louis and Armand. You can still see the jealousy in Louis’ eyes which makes you smile and kiss Lestat’s neck, who leans in your touch.

Lestat’s final goodbye to Louis sounds official like he has turned the page on their relationship, which makes you more than happy. Lestat is now fully yours and no one will ever take him away from you.

But as you reach your home, Lestat breaks in your arms. Tears of blood rolled down his porcelain cheeks. You can do nothing but hold him tightly, letting him grieve his daughter and lover. You know he regrets Claudia’s death, even if you don't, just like you know it will haunt him forever.

- “Cry mon ange brisé, cry and let it all out. Ta douleur est mienne, mon coeur et je suis désolé.” you whisper in his hair as you gently rock him.

You are sorry. Sorry he is so hurt and broken, something you know and understand. And as Lestat melted under your touch, you swore to protect him, swore that those tears are blood are the last one Lestat cried. Yes. You'll never let anyone break your angel.

[cece693]

Fun (Lestat de Lioncourt x M! Vamp Reader)

Summary: You found this whole thing amusing—it was Lestat who pushed for an open relationship, not you—so how was it your fault when your companion became jealous?

tags: jealousy, typical Lestat, no mention of Louis or Claudia, reader doesn't really care, he loves seeing Lestat come undone, does mention Antoinette, fluffy/happy ending

You struggled to hold in your laughter, watching as Lestat paced the parlor of your home after scaring off your latest lover. "I don't see what's the problem." You drawled, crossing your arms as you leaned against the doorframe, enjoying the spectacle that was a non-composed Lestat.

"You were the one who said we could see other people, fuck whoever we pleased, as long as we returned to one another. So, what changed?"

Lestat whipped around to face you, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something deeper—something almost vulnerable. “What’s changed?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “What’s changed is that I didn’t expect to find someone draped all over you like a cheap coat, looking at you like you’re theirs to keep!”

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Isn't that how Antoinette sees you? A man who'd given her everything—even the Dark Gift?

The moment you mentioned Antoinette, you saw something flicker in his eyes, a brief flash of guilt that he quickly masked with renewed anger. “That’s different." Lestat shot back, his tone harsh, almost desperate. “I never let her think she had all of me. I never gave her what’s ours. She's just—”

“Just what, Lestat?” You interrupted, "Just a convenient distraction? Someone to keep you entertained when you’re bored with me? Or is she something more, something you don’t want to admit?”

“Don’t twist this around!” Lestat snapped. “You’re the one who brought this on! You’re the one who’s been pushing the boundaries, flaunting your little affairs in my face, acting like it doesn’t matter—”

“Maybe because it doesn’t!” You shot back, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "I asked you many times, Lestat, if this was what you wanted, and you said yes every single time. Why should I feel guilty when I'm finally enjoying myself?"

"Because I never thought you would!" Lestat roared, his voice echoing through the parlor. His eyes were wide, as if in disbelief at what he said, but there was no taking it back. “I didn’t think you’d actually let someone else get close to you—close enough to make me feel like I’m losing you.”

The parlor grew silent after Lestat’s revelation, and while you wanted to comfort your companion, a grimace tugged at your lips. He spoke of his fear of losing you, but you couldn’t help but think about his ongoing relationship with Antoinette. Despite being a distraction, Lestat had returned to her for a century. Meanwhile, none of your lovers had even lasted a week.

"You're a hypocrite, Lestat. You truly are. Just admit it, you don't want to lose control over me. I'm to stay at home, waiting at your beck and call while you're out fucking anything that catches your fancy!"

"That's not true—"

"Stop lying!" You interrupted him, patience wearing thin. This conversation wasn't supposed to go this deep, neither you nor Lestat were good at conveying emotions, but perhaps this was the time to put aside shame and bear it all. "Just tell me if you want to continue this arrangement or not. Be honest for once."

Lestat’s eyes widened, his struggle evident as he searched for the right words. “I—” He hesitated, his mind racing but his heart already knowing the answer. “I want you.” Seeing the confusion on your face, he took a deep breath and continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

“I want us to be together, without these complications and uncertainty. I'll end things with Antoinette, even dispose of her, if you desire, to prove my sincerity and love."

Smiling, you abandoned the doorway and walked toward your companion. While it had been amusing to see Lestat angry and out of his element, this display of vulnerability was even more compelling. Gently tracing his jaw with your fingertips, you leaned in and kissed him, your lips brushing against his in a tender, reassuring gesture.

Lestat's eyes fluttered closed, his initial surprise melting into a soft, almost relieved expression. “I hope you keep to your promises.” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin as you broke apart. Your arms were still wound around his waist, tightening when the vampire laughed with joy.

“Oh, for you, I’m willing to do anything.” 

[woodle-isbae]

Happy birthday

Louis de pointe du lac x black!male! Reader

CW : bottom! Louis, Top! reader, swearing, drug use(weed) , collage! Au, Doggy, protected sex, overstimulation, induced sex, dry humping, porn w plot. A/N: its my birthdayyy! ( 01/02 ), a little gift for me lol, gonna continue w my requests after this.

You groaned, tossing and turning in your bed sheets, interrupted from your slumber with the loud pounding against your room door. You finally let up with a huff of annoyance, throwing the sheets off your body and tossing on some pants as well, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you shuffled to the door.

Initially, you'd expect your roommate to be there, probably complain about needing to stock up on groceries or something, but the shock on your face was extremely present. To any other person, the face you made would've been seen as "ew" or even a sign to leave, but to your Best friend- Louis de pointe du lac -it was more of a question.

"The fu-"

"Happy birthday!"

He screamed into your face, pushing the door fully open to reveal the little cupcake in his hand with a candle lit on top, the smug and proud look on his face never faltering. He pushed the lit cupcake to your face, moving it in a circular manner indicating that you should take it.

"Blow out ya' candles, 'n make a wish."

You grumbled, blowing the fire out and shutting your eyes for a brief moment- mainly cause you were tired-, opening them up to stare at the man before you who had the widest smile ever.

"You look like you jus' woke up, lookin' a mess."

"No shit Sherlock."

You took half of the cupcake and ate it, leaving the other half for Louis, not even bothering to fully wake up, you sludged back onto your bed. Being pulled back into a standing position.

"Woah, you still got a full day- wake up."

He patted your back, shoving you out the room and to your bathroom, leaving for a brief moment to come back with a towel.

"I'm gon' be in the living room waiting for you, since you ain't got any classes today- we will be spoiling you."

He chirped out, walking out the room and shutting the door to leave you to get ready for the day. With no other choice you ran the shower on, waiting for the water to heat up while you brushed your teeth, hopping into the shower once it begun to fog up. Letting the warm drops of water run down your skin, lathering some body wash to scrub onto your skin.

Rinsing it off to finish your shower routine, you stepped out and wiped your body dry with the towel, tying it around your waist to go to the sink and wash your face.

You got dressed and headed out your room, going past the living room to the kitchen to make some cereal before going to sit down next to Louis.

"Alright birthday Boy, finish yo' food so we can meet up with the rest."

You hummed in acknowledgement, finishing the bowl of cereal and going to wash it quickly, leaving your apartment locked as you headed out, Having been convinced to let Louis drive you since it was your special day after all.

The both of you decided stroll to the location, 'It's not that far from here', is what he had told you. Walking to the entrance before you stopped to turn to the Creole man.

"What?"

"This ain't a surprise party, right?"

He scoffed in your face, moving forward to open the door to reveal your small group of friends scattered in different areas.

Daniel and Armand were playing pool while Lestat and Claudia were seemingly squabbling about God knows what. Lily and bricktop popped out from the kitchen door behind the counter with some snack trays in hand.

"Oh, you're here already!"

Lily said, catching everyone's attention and placing it on you, the commotion dying down for a brief moment before everyone came charging at you for one big hug, wishing you a happy birthday!

"Happy birthday kid"

"Everyone here is older than you Daniel!"

Claudia and Daniel began to debate about everyone's age while Lestat and Armand came up to you with two equally large gifts.

"A present for the new years."

"Yes, well, Notre petit prince deserves more than what you can offer.." (our little prince)

"He surely feels touched by both of us bringing gifts."

"Thank you guys, really- you didn't have to!"

"It's the least we can do, I love to spoil those dearest to me."

"We...Lestat, just gets competitive haha."

"n'ose pas parler comme si tu pouvais comparer de toute façon, Armand." (Don't you dare talk like you can compare anyways.)

"Lestat, je jure devant Dieu si tu le fais-" (I swear to God if you do-)

Before you could hear anymore of the two argue you were pulled away and into a hug, Bricktop and Lily squishing your cheeks while cooing at you as if you were a child.

"My baby's all grown up!

"I'm not th-"

"That much of a baby, yeah yeah! I'm just happy you made time to hang out with your family and friends!"

They pulled you into a hug again, BT making sure to kiss all over your face and leave her deep red lipstick in a pattern, 'don't try and remove ya' sisters lipstick, take it as a birthday gift.'

Sister, You've grown up with the others- the others being Claudia, Lily, Bricktop and Louis. Having gone to the same middle school and instantly clicking with Lily and BT, then they introduced you to Claudia, who you briefly dated but broke up on good terms a couple months later after you both came to terms with your sexualities.

In those few months that you were with Claudia, she had introduced you to her Brother, Louis de pointe du lac, nearly a carbon copy of her but somewhat better. You easily became best of friends from that point, your first year of high-school you had met Lestat and Armand- they were dating at that time and helped Louis discover himself as well.

Later into your school years you had met this Daniel guy who was a junior the time you were a Senior, learning he was dating Armand a year after he and Lestat had broken up- once again, on good terms. Lestat ending up with a guy named Nicki who went to a whole different school In France.

I mean yeah, they were your family, every single one of them. Why wouldn't they? You guys clicked so easily, found yourselves hanging out at your place a lot since your parents were barely around the older you got. BT and Lily acting like the older sisters you never had, Lestat, Armand and Daniel your annoying brothers, Claudia being your absolute best friend- after Louis of course.

But Louis, you could never put a label apon what you saw him as, you didn't want to put a label. Yeah, you guys hung out way more than you do with the rest, you've shared more private and intimate moments with each other- but your still too afraid to put a label on how you really fe-

"Hey, you alright?"

Oh Louis, you gulped, taking in a deep breath before nodding and giving him a soft smile.

"Yeah, just still kinda sleepy, yeah.."

"Me and Daniel were gonna go to the back to smoke one, you wanna come?"

Yeah, you've smoked a couple of times, wouldn't really say you do it a lot. Probably only do it at small hangouts or when your alone and can finally relax.

"Sure."

puff and pass.

that's how it usually goes between you two. You've grown to see Daniel as your smoke buddy, nearly all your hangouts end up with you both high and babbling about your personal life-- But adding Louis into this picture, it just becomes total silence and soft RnB playing from either one of your phones.

''Why...why do y'all always go quiet when you wit' me.?''

you and Daniel gave each other a quick glance before he cleared his throat and stood up, giving you the joint after taking his final puff of the night.

''I gotta stay sober, Driving tonight.''

he muttered and left you two in the small lounge room at the very back of the family owned store. Luckily BT's mom was perfectly fine with you guys smoking as long as it was in this room away from the general area of the store.

you decided to take a drag from the blunt while Louis stared at you with his hazel-green eyes, waiting for an answer from the one person who didn't just up and leave.

''well?''

''Ain't got nothin' to say Louis.''

''You know Armand don't play like that 'bout Danny, right?''

''I wouldn't stoop that low, boy.''

he gave a short scoff, taking the final puff of the roach and tossing into the ash tray, blowing the smoke into your face.

''Well, what is it then?''

''You remember our first sleep over?''

he gave a pause, raising a brow at where this was going, giving you a soft hum and nod to continue speaking.

''Told ya' mama that I came over fer' you, when I really meant Claudia...But I ended up staying with you for the night.''

''Yeah- but, what does that gotta do with anything?''

you sighed, turning to properly face him. Taking in every single detail on his face, the sharp of his canines, the mix of brown and green in his eyes and the slight paleness he gained from being an indoor person.

''Louis, You kissed me that night...then told me to think about how it made me feel- right before you fell right asleep on me.''

the room fell silent, Louis shifting away a bit before pulling out his phone, he quickly stood up and left the room, heading back to the rest. Mabye talking about it while not so sober wasn't ideal, you weren't exactly sure how he'd take being reminded of something you swore you wouldn't bring up the morning after.

shit, Mabye you should go after him- no, that would attract attention. Probably go back out, act natural even if your eyes are low and red, just don't lo-

''HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!''

you stood behind the counter, everyone with little party hats on and a big cake topped with some colorful candles in Lily's hands, the sudden surprise had you looking like a lost child.

''You ain't gon' blow out your candles?''

the deep accented voice that popped up besides you broke you out of thought, sucking in a breath and quickly blowing out the dozen candles so everyone could indulge. the room burst out in cheers and everyone coming up to give you a hug and a birthday wish.

you had cut the cake and everyone indulged, drinks being served and another blunt rolled up and passed around between everyone- Besides Armand and Daniel.

''Au garçon d'anniversaire ! et bien d'autres encore, ma chère''

Lestat whispered into your ear before leaving for the night, Dan' offering to drive you and Louis home while Armand took the intoxicated blond to his own home. Leaving Claudia, BT and Lily to lock up.

The car ride was awfully silent, high out of your mind and looking out the window as a bunch of thoughts ran through your mind you could barely even make out what they were saying.

''Yo, you mind if i stay over? it's late and i don't think I'm in the state to drive myself back.''

Louis said over your shoulder as you were unlocking the door to your apartment, you gave him a quick nod and opened the door to let you both in, taking notice of the note that sat on the counter.

Me and Seb wont be here for the weekend, don't forget to clean up if you host a party -Micah

''You tellin' me we could've hung out here instead?''

he was standing right against you, reading over the note with you. His eyes were low and hazed, lips glossed over with saliva from licking them and he smelt strongly of leather and haze.

''You peeking over my shoulder a lot...nosey ass.''

you lightly shoved him with your elbow, tossing the paper to side as you left to go join Louis on the couch, deciding to watch a movie to let time pass.

''Okay but, why would she go after the blond guy, when whatshisname is right there!''

''Probably because mister whatshisname, tried killing her before!''

''But he treated her so well?''

you burst out laughing when he gave you a frown, unsure on why the characters had done what they did.

"Nah, Louis- you're so slow it hurts...even though the blond guy hurt her, she loves him because they bonded or whatever."

"Bonded?? The fuck that mean."

You could only sigh at how dense he was, shaking your head with a chuckle, turning to be met with Louis deep gaze. He looked over your face before finally meeting your eyes, the room filling with silence as you guys held eye contact.

Before you could form a thought he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, hands sliding up to cup both sides of your head and pull you in closer. You weren't sure if it was the high or the fact that you haven't felt like this in so long- but whatever it was let him pull you in, your own hands grazing over his neck and down his sides.

he leaned in more, slowly making his way onto your lap as you two made out, hands sliding up the loose fabric of your shirt to feel up against your warm skin. letting out a sigh of relief as his strangely cold hands touched up your torso and down to the hem of your pants.

''fuck- Louis wait...do you really wanna..?''

he lifted his head back, catching his breath as he scanned over your face, pressing himself lower until he met the growing tent in your pants with his own.

''Ain't that enough of an answer..?''

His boldness took you off guard for a moment before you snapped out of the shock and focused on the way he kept grinding down onto you, you were so sensitive you swore you could bust just from dry humping, you bit your lip to suppress a groan when he pressed down even harder, legs tensing and hands gripping at his hips to slow him down to a stop.

''I wanna prep' you first...please?'' . . .

''F-uuuckk...i can't- shit, s'too much..!''

he screamed into the pillow while you thrusted into him, hips joining with a loud clap before you pulled back and shoved back in, absolutely lost in the way he constricted around your throbbing cock. leaking into the condom you had on, barely able to form a proper thought as you were completely drunk, high and fucked out than ever before.

''Oh fuck- Louis...Louis! You ffee-el so goo..d..fuuuckk..''

you were just saying anything, his whines and moans clouded your head, inching you more and more to your orgasm. he could only shake his head and arch his back deeper as he sobbed into the sheets of your bed. Why haven't you two done this sooner?

''I cant- it's too much! please...fuck more...''

if you weren't fucking into him right now, you would've made fun of him for the way he spoke- begging for more right after he said he couldn't take anymore...shit, if you knew any better, you would've noticed that he had already came twice because of your mouth alone.

you lifted on of your legs to get a deeper angle into the man below you, slowing your thrusts to savor the way he clenched around you each time your tip grazed his prostate. drinking up each and every sound that could spill out of his slacked jaw.

''I'm gonna cum! fuck- Y/N, I'm cummin'! ''

the last words fell right out before he moaned into the open air, walls clenching around you so tight they forced you into your own peak, both your bodies shook as your cock emptied out into the rubber wrap around it and louis onto the soft sheets of your bed. you stilled your hips while Louis shook underneath you, coming down from his overstimulating high as you caught your breath.

you pulled out of him and pulled the condom off, tying it up and tossing into the bin near your bed, falling back onto the bed and cuddling into Louis's tired body.

''Didn't know you were this good...would've been on you sooner if I did''

you could only groan into the crook of his neck, absolutely exhausted from the whole day and using all you left over energy to fuck Louis. your eyes heavy with sleep while he rubbed your back soothingly.

''Hope you enjoyed it birthday boy...''

''Happy birthday''

[dominantslasherking]

Armand With Dominant Male S/o pt 2

Backstory: Louis and Armand talk to Daniel about you. Armands, strange feelings and possessiveness of you is revealed. The obsession that Armand reveals for you is unsettling, Daniel can't help but wonder, what happened to you.

Authors note: heres part 2. click here for part 1. Tell me if you want a final part 3, which would be, sex.

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

The following evening, the soft hum of the dark outside was muted by the tension inside Louis and Armand’s apartment. Daniel Molloy, with his usual casual demeanor, entered the dimly lit space, clutching his laptop and a leather folder. The previous night's revelations had stirred something in him, a hunger for more information about the enigmatic [Your Name], the vampire whose existence seemed to linger between Louis and Armand like a forgotten melody. Louis, dressed in his usual understated elegance, stood by the window, his back to Daniel while muttering a soft tune to the volin playing through the speakers.

Armand, seated at the dining table, his caramel-toned skin glowing softly under the elegant light bulb, observed Daniel with an unreadable expression. The sharp angles of Armand’s face, framed by his dark, wavy hair, gave him an ethereal presence—his deep brown eyes tinted with orange, so often intense and calculating, betrayed nothing.

Daniel set down his recorder and laptop on the table before opening the folder and placing it next to the recorder. He smiled awkwardly, clearing his throat as he took a seat. “I’ve had some time to think about what we discussed yesterday. About [Your Name].” He let the words hang in the air, watching the way Louis’ posture stiffened slightly. Daniel slightly fixed his glasses as he stared at his computer.

Louis finally turned from the window, his dark eyes meeting Daniel’s. “Yes. I imagine you’ve found more to ask about him.” His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of unease that Armand noticed, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

Louis took his seat beside Armand, placing Claudia’s diary on the table—a relic from a time long past, its pages filled with the ramblings, insights, and sometimes unsettling thoughts of a vampire trapped in a body far too young for the horrors she’d witnessed.

Daniel glanced at the diary, flipping it open to where he had last left off. He furrowed his brow as he noticed something strange. “This wasn’t like this when I saw it last,” Daniel remarked, his voice cautious. He thumbed through the pages, stopping at a few that had clearly been repaired, the tears mended with meticulous care.

“You repaired the pages?” Daniel asked, glancing up at Louis.

Louis sighed, his fingers trailing over the table’s surface. “I did,” he admitted quietly. “There were things… things I couldn’t bear to read again.”

Armand’s gaze never left Louis, though his expression remained impassive. His voice, smooth and steady, cut through the silence. “The pages Louis tore out pertained to [Your Name],” he revealed. His words were calm, but the tension between him and Louis was palpable.

Daniel, ever the journalist, leaned in, intrigued. “Why rip them out? What was so important that you couldn’t stand to see it?”

Louis hesitated, his eyes flickering with something Daniel couldn’t quite place. He looked to Armand for a moment before speaking, his voice soft but firm. “Because they were Claudia’s thoughts. Her observations about me, about Armand… and about [Your Name].”

Armand’s fingers twitched slightly under the table, but he said nothing. Louis took a deep breath, his hand moving to rest gently on Armand’s. “She was… perceptive,” Louis continued, a small, bitter smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “She knew things about our lives that I refused to acknowledge.”

Daniel’s curiosity deepened. He thumbed through a few more pages, stopping when something caught his eye. He began to read aloud, his voice filling the room with the words written by a vampire long gone.

“‘Armand is unfaithful to Louis,’” Daniel read, his tone almost cautious, testing the waters. ‘He thinks Louis doesn’t see it, but I do. I see everything. Armand’s heart may belong to Louis, but his soul (If he even has one) belongs to another. To [Your Name].’”

The room grew still, the weight of Claudia’s words settling like a heavy fog. Louis remained motionless, his hand still resting on Armand’s, but his grip tightened slightly.

“Claudia knew,” Daniel said softly, glancing between them. “She saw what was happening between Armand and [Your Name], but you… you didn’t?”

Louis’ eyes flickered, a mix of pain and resignation. “I saw it,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I chose not to believe it. I didn’t want to.”

Daniel leaned back in his chair, processing this new revelation. “So, you were blissfully unaware. Or rather, you wanted to be.”

Armand finally spoke, his voice calm, yet with a certain edge that made Daniel’s skin prickle. “Louis’ love for [Your Name] was always there, but he never acted on it. He feared losing what little he had left—losing me, losing Claudia. He couldn’t bear the thought of ruining it.”

Louis’ jaw clenched, but he remained silent, his eyes locked on the table.

“And you?” Daniel asked, turning his attention fully to Armand. “You were with Louis, but it seems [Your Name] was more than just a passing attraction for you.” Daniel said, typing away at his computer carefully.

Armand’s gaze darkened, but his voice remained steady. “I loved [Your Name]. Perhaps more deeply than I’ve ever loved anyone. He was... extraordinary. The way he saw the world, the way he moved through it. I couldn’t help myself.” He glanced at Louis, his expression softening ever so slightly. “But my love for [Your Name] didn’t erase what I felt for Louis. It’s not as simple as choosing one over the other.”

Daniel hummed thoughtfully, piecing it all together. “So, Claudia knew, Louis knew, and yet you all carried on. Why? Why not confront it?”

Armand let out a soft laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Because we’re vampires, Daniel. We live with our sins, with our lies, because sometimes, they’re easier to bear than the truth.”

Louis finally broke his silence, his voice thick with emotion. “I couldn’t lose them. Either of them. Not after Lestat, not after everything we’d been through.”

The silence in the room was deafening, the weight of their confessions hanging in the air.

Louis sat stiffly, his gaze unfocused as he absentmindedly rubbed his temple, his discomfort palpable. Armand’s expression was cool, his features serene, but there was a tension beneath it all—something simmering just beneath the surface.

Daniel, never one to let a moment of discomfort pass without prodding, leaned forward, tapping his notebook urgently. “Something doesn’t add up,” he said, his voice cutting through the thick silence. “Louis, you’ve been hurt before. Hell, you’ve been hurt over and over again. Lestat, Claudia...much more-- and now this? You’re telling me you’d just stay with another lover who ends up cheating? No, there’s more to this story.”

Louis shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his hand pressing harder against his aching forehead. His dark eyes flicked to Armand, but he said nothing. Armand’s face remained impassive, though a faint twitch in his jaw betrayed him.

“There’s nothing else to it,” Armand said, his voice smooth but sharp, as if daring Daniel to push further. His deep brown eyes locked onto Daniel, his control over the situation tightening like a noose. Louis, under Armand’s thrall, said nothing, though his discomfort was clear in the lines of his body. The manipulation, subtle but strong, lingered in the air like a poisonous fog.

Daniel narrowed his eyes, sensing the unspoken tension between them but deciding to drop it, at least for now. He knew better than to push too hard when the truth was this fragile. “Fine,” he said, leaning back in his chair, though his pen still danced across the pages of his notebook. “But how about we delve into something else? Another story, maybe?”

Armand’s gaze flickered for a moment, but he nodded, leaning back in his chair as he spoke.

---

Armand sat with Louis on the velvet couch, his arm casually draped over Louis’ shoulder, their bond at the time seemingly unshakable. Claudia was off somewhere in the apartment, her presence as always felt but unseen.

The door opened softly, and [Your Name] walked in, his presence commanding without needing to say a word. He carried with him a drawing, carefully folded in his hands. His smoky red eyes scanned the room, as if making sure everything was as it should be.

“Claudia,” [Your Name] called softly, his voice melodic and rich.

Claudia appeared, her curls framing her face as she walked over with cautious curiosity. “What is it?” she asked, her voice tinged with suspicion, as it often was with gifts. But her suspicion melted away as [Your Name] handed her the portrait.

It was an abstract piece, hauntingly beautiful in its strange shapes and shadows, capturing the essence of Claudia’s form without exaggerating her youthful body. It was something more than a reflection—it was a tribute. Despite her usual aversion to seeing herself represented in any way, Claudia nearly jumped with joy, her eyes wide as she looked at the drawing, her face lighting up in a way it rarely did.

“It's... beautiful,” Claudia whispered, holding the drawing with a reverence that was almost foreign to her. She rushed over to Armand and Louis, showing it to them like a prize she had won. “Look! Look what he made!” Louis haden't seen her this happy in a while.

Armand, always composed, looked at the drawing and was struck by the raw, unsettling beauty of it. But what truly shocked him was the man who stood before him, the artist who had created such a masterpiece. [Your Name]. His smoky red eyes were focused, his sharp jaw moving slightly as he waited for their reactions.

For a brief moment, Armand was speechless, his deep brown eyes locked onto [Your Name]. He hadn’t expected this. He hadn’t expected Louis and Claudia to be acquainted with him, let alone so close to him. The intensity of Armand’s gaze was not lost on Louis, who noticed but chose to ignore it, as he often did when it came to things he wasn’t ready to confront.

“Beautiful work,” Armand finally said, his voice steady but laden with something deeper. Something obsessive.

The drawing was passed between them, admired for its haunting quality, but the true exchange of power in the room went unnoticed. Claudia’s joy, Louis’ quiet acknowledgment, and Armand’s growing fascination with [Your Name] were now intertwined, even if none of them realized it at the time.

---

The flashback faded, and the dim light of the apartment settled once again. Daniel, now intrigued more than ever, reached into his folder and pulled out something worn and faded. He gently placed it on the table, his fingers brushing against the fragile edges.

It was a drawing—Claudia’s portrait, old and worn with time but still visible, the haunting beauty still intact despite the years. Daniel’s eyes were sharp as he looked from the drawing to Armand and Louis. “Is this the one?” he asked, his voice low but intense.

Armand’s eyes widened slightly, his carefully composed facade cracking ever so slightly. Louis, too, looked genuinely shocked, his fingers tracing the edges of the worn paper. They had never expected to see it again—certainly not after all this time.

“I thought it had been destroyed,” Louis murmured, his voice filled with disbelief. Armand said nothing, his gaze locked onto the drawing as if seeing a ghost from his past.

Daniel, sensing their astonishment, leaned forward. “I picked it up at a pricey bargain,” he said with a slight smile, tapping the paper gently. “But I’d say it was worth it.”

Armand’s eyes narrowed, his gaze shifting to the worn-out signature at the bottom of the page. It was faint, nearly burnt out, but it was unmistakable. The signature of [Your Name].

Once it had seemed like a good more hour of talking, Daniel closed his laptop and called it a night.

After Daniel left the apartment, the door closing with a quiet click, the tension that had filled the room seemed to dissolve. Louis remained seated at the table, his thoughts lost in the past, when he felt a gentle brush of lips against his cheek. Armand stood over him, his touch tender, his expression soft but unreadable.

"I’ll return soon," Armand murmured, his voice low and comforting. Louis smiled faintly, his gaze following Armand as he made his way out of the room. He trusted Armand, as he always had, but there was a part of him that couldn’t shake the feeling of something... unsaid.

Armand’s steps were silent as he glided down the hallway, his destination clear in his mind. He passed through the grand archways of the apartment until he reached the library, where one of the blood donors—an obedient mortal, carefully chosen—waited silently. With a simple motion of his hand, Armand beckoned the man to follow him.

The two entered the library, the scent of old books and polished wood lingering in the air. Armand walked with purpose, his fingers grazing the spines of the countless volumes that lined the shelves. He spoke softly to the donor, his tone gentle yet commanding. "Your sacrifice is greatly appreciated," he said, his deep brown eyes not once meeting the man’s gaze. "Your family will receive the funds after this transaction, as promised."

The donor nodded, wordless but obedient, as Armand’s hand stopped on a particular book. He didn’t pull it out as one might expect. Instead, the book shifted slightly, triggering the mechanism of a hidden passageway. The library wall creaked open, revealing a narrow staircase that spiraled downwards into the shadows.

Armand descended the steps, the air growing cooler as they went deeper. The donor followed closely behind, his breath quickening with fear and anticipation. As they reached the bottom, the dim light illuminated a grand architectural room. The space was unlike anything else in the apartment, filled with the artistry of centuries. Paintings adorned the walls, handmade poems scattered across a nearby table, their words haunting and timeless. Sculptures, each more breathtaking than the last, were placed with precision and care. Vines hung from the columns, giving the space a Greek and Roman aesthetic—a temple for a forgotten god.

At the center of the room, bound in silver cuffs that attached to long, heavily restricted chains, was [Your Name]. His presence filled the room as much as the artwork surrounding him. Armand's steps slowed as he approached, a soft smile pulling at his lips. His voice, as smooth as silk, echoed gently through the space.

“Hello, my love,” Armand cooed, his dark eyes never leaving [Your Name]’s form. “I wouldn’t have needed to do this if you hadn’t tried to escape.” His smile was sweet, but there was a sinister undertone to his words. The chains clinked softly as [Your Name] shifted, his hands still busy working on a sculpture. He didn’t look at Armand immediately, his focus still on the statue he had been creating, the marble coming to life beneath his skilled hands.

But when [Your Name] finally turned his head to meet Armand’s gaze, the room seemed to still. Armand, with the speed of a striking serpent, vamp-sped toward him, his lips brushing against [Your Name]’s in a kiss that was both possessive and tender. There was a softness in Armand’s touch, but also the undeniable reminder of who held the power.

“I’ve brought you food,” Armand whispered against [Your Name]’s lips, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he pulled back slightly. His eyes flicked toward the donor, who stood silently by the doorway, his fate already sealed. “It’s been too long since you’ve fed properly.”

The donor’s heart raced, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he realized what he was. Not a sacrifice for his family, but a meal.

[Your Name] looked at the donor briefly, but his focus returned to Armand, their connection fraught with tension. The chains that bound him were a constant reminder of the twisted love that had brought them to this moment. Armand’s obsession was more than simple infatuation—it was possession, a need that consumed him as much as the hunger he had for blood.

Armand brushed a hand across [Your Name]’s face, his thumb grazing the corner of his mouth. “You won’t try to escape again, will you?” His voice was soft, almost gentle, but there was no mistaking the threat behind the question.

"I don't think fondly of being starved again, escaping sounds tempting, but I...doubt I could ever escape you." Your voiced hummed out, putting your sculpture tools down, as your lips connected with Armands, this time you taking the lead.

"I"m famished."

[dreamxthetic]

Louis de Pointe du Lac | Jacob Anderson | Interview with a vampire | Bygones

Two hundred years and counting. That is how long Louis has been on this earth—decades upon decades of ill misfortunes and fleeting 15-minute episodes of contentment and peace. More than two hundred years on this god-forsaken planet, yet your face continues to stalk his thoughts like a drug.

He remembered evidently the way you smiled—how your dimples would quirk as your eyes sheepishly fluttered when he showered you in the dearest of compliments. They were the highlight of his days, and Louis remembered all of it, especially the first date.

It was night out, beyond dark, so much so that the two of you would frequently stumble while trekking to your hidden location beneath the glistening stars. He isn't proud of it now, but looking closer at things, he could have been less ashamed of you and met more frequently within the daytime, but the times were sacred back then, and he was young and cautious. He had to catch you four times that night before insisting on leading the way, and when you reached your goal destination, he covered your eyes.

You had asked him, "What," in return, but he merely chuckled hoarsely and gave you a kiss on your cheek.

Louis smiles…oh how soft your skin was…

It was the night of a many first of the two of you, but nothing could upstage it being the night he confessed to you. A mere six words, double that of the usual endearing three, and yet they changed your lives forever…especially yours. He still recalls how your voice cracked with disbelief and joy when he uttered them to you—how the crickets chirped with applause around you while the moon beamed a light of approval onto you…His most cherished memory. And of course, he could never forget the kiss you be-granted his lips after that, would never forget. It was slow and endearing, the most passionate he had ever been with anyone—most vulnerable: more than with Lestat. You're bodies had intermingled beyond that of just flesh. You had claimed his soul, his destiny, something Lestat only had the pleasure of holding onto temporarily.

He regretted deeply not holding onto you more dearly. He could have fought harder, should have! Sure, the times were cruel to people his kind, and it didn't make it any better that he never held the courage to visit you out of the ours of the damned, but still! You were more than just the love of his life; his actions should have replicated and been in tune with his words—his promises. Louis was young and dumb—but in love, and because of that, your veiled relationship only lasted 3 years. An ironic outcome for how high of a standard he held you.

If only he had gotten you out when he promised…had given you that happily ever after in that cottage. Maybe then…only then would Lestat not have gotten to you—would the world not have gotten the chance to degrade you: your very own family…

But he didn't. He didn't, and that was his greatest regret. Louis was 25 when it happened, cursed that way after that enchanting night with Lestat. You were pushing 30, and it was 6 years after the breakup. He knew that because he never did stop loving you. He stalked you like a personal guardian angel. Though it appears he was an ass at the job because despite seeing you once every week, he still had no clue about the internal war you were waging within yourself. If anything, it only gave his infatuation with you over to Lestat. That is what set things truly ablaze.

To this day, Louis doesn't know what Lestat did to you, nor did anyone he asks, but the morning after, he was there, just standing in front of him with the most brim smile in town, eerie in all its glory. He should have instantly known then that something was wrong, but having been with the unpredictable Lestat de Lioncourt for so long, he merely grew docile to the older's eccentric behavior, something he repented for the next day. It was 2:00AM on 8/5/179 when they discovered the body, a mere year from the new century. Of course, to Louis, this was no big deal, having already deducted that it was one of Lestat's many feeding victims, but when he heard of where the body was located and how they had passed, everything changed. There were only 2 people aside from him that he firmly believed to know that place: You and Lestat. And if Lestat was okay…then…

He had to see for himself. I mean, it could have been literally anybody. But fate wasn't so kind for him to be mistaken this time. It was you.

Your body looked bruised and drained, and at first sight, he instantly thought of Lestat, but your body showed no signs of struggle, and that was a big deal, considering it was hanging from a thin rope. It was damaging to swallow, but you had killed yourself, hanged from the tree you and him had carved your initials into, a wretched sight.

He would never forgive himself for that, even up to this day. You haunted his dreams, both the good and bad. That gleaming smile of yours…It brightened his day and made him mourn for the loss of what could have been if only he was brave enough…

Lestat had once again taken something precious from him, and like the lonely fool he was—is—he continued to remain by him…

[switchyfox]

Anyone got prompts for iwtv series male reader inserts because I'd be up to write a few drabbles...

[that-one-malereader-enthusiast]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 • 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

╰┈➤ 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

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𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭 𝐱 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!

cw : MDNI - ftm Lestat, top male reader, sexual content, nsfw, lycanthrope male reader, oral (giving), AFAB terminology used (such as cunt, clit, ect.) monsterfuckers, mentions of knotting, praises, dry humping, slight service top moment, baby fever, breeding kink, not proof-read.

If vampires could exist, why couldn't werewolves, Lestat thought. When he found you, it was as if looking at a lost dog. Scrappy thing, but brutish. You had no manners, like a mutt out of the ditch. The two of you never met eye to eye, but he helped you deal with the monster that you had almost no control over. What he loved about you is that you took answers from no one. You took what you wanted, when you wanted it. And if you wanted Lestat on the bed with his legs spread, he could barely stop you.

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"You're making a mess down there mon cher, you're dr..drooling all over my legs!" Lestat laughed as you huffed and looked up at him from between his legs. There was slick and saliva dripping down your chin and painted messily on your lips, smeared against your cheeks and dripping down your neck. Your half lidded eyes were hazed with lust, trying to bide your irritation and hunger with the meal between the others legs. "Use your words, those looks could mean anything. You either want me to...shut up so you can continue indulging yourself or—" Lestat almost snorted as you responded with simply curling your arms around his thighs, letting them settle on your shoulders as you 'indulged' as he seemed to speak of.

Your thick tongue practically slobbered against his thighs, nipping every now and then while your leg bounced. You wanted so much more at that moment, but you were trying to wait it out. You were itching to get out of your skin, the presence of the full moon only pressuring your body further. You could feel the itch deep within the marrow of your bones, calling out. It makes your body feel like a furnace, your core even hotter. You could feel your hips rolling into the mattress below as you whined into Lestats' heat, causing him to shudder in response.

"You're such a needy chiot when you wish to be one. I don't know why you restrain yourself so much when I know what goes on in that head of yours." Lestat almost mewled out at the end of his words as your tongue practically circled around his dick, lips suckling against it and sending fire into his own nerves. "Juste là, ma chère, you're so good to me..." He let out an airy breath as his fingers slid into your hair. No matter how many times you cut it, it practically grew longer the next day. But Lestat? He loved running his fingers through your hair and watching you act as if you were touch starved. No, you were touch starved. Leaning into his touch, silently asking for more.

Lestat was the first person, first being, creature — the first to be able to handle your unruliness these nights. When you weren't prowling the streets, out for blood, killing every animal that came into your line of sight and even people if they had the unfortunate timing of appearing in your sights.

You were practically nose deep in Lestats' rather trimmed and neat blonde pubes while your tongue wanted to lap up every inch of his spongy insides. You could barely think straight, heat now radiating off your skin and your mind slowly fogging while Lestat made obscene noises that made your ears prick up. "Need you..Les..."

"You have me mon cher chiot, you..you have me," he shuddered out again before feeling your nails start to dig into his thighs. An animalist whine and whimper left your lips before you could feel the curse starting to carve you from the inside out. Cooking your insides, broiling in your stomach while it broke and wielded your bones back together. It wasn't pretty, it never was. But Lestat was there for it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

You let go of him and gripped onto the sheets, finding yourself wanting to curl up and hide from the pain. You could hear his coaxing in the forefront of your mind, trying to tell you he was still there, but lines blurred when you transformed. Your bones snapped and your flesh seemed to tear as fur came in replacement, your bones shifting into place as a deep growl rolled within your chest. The moonlight seemed to peer in through the window, your once normal eyes giving an eerie glow in the darkness, your face no longer humanoid, but instead replaced with a furry snout.

There was blood in your fur, almost coating some, bleeding into the mattress but the other didn't care and neither did you. Your clothes had long since been shed off since the beginning of the transformation, now scattered and torn into pieces.

You shook your head, thoughts jumbled in a bunch. Food. Hunt. Hunger. Prey. Hunger. Mate. Hot. Mark. Mate. Mine. You seemed to stare Lestat down, as if he were a meal of his own, your mawl filling with drool as your now semi bipedal body crouched over him, absolutely looming over his body. "I know you can hear me in there mon cher chiot." Lestat seemed to call out, his core finding more warmth seeing you in such a form.

You growled at him at first, though your eyes seemed to quickly glance down his body. Hungry. Mate. Breed. Mate. Hunger. Hunt. Prey. My mate. You weren't completely dumbed down, but the scent of Lestats' arousal seemed to set you off. It wasn't long before you practically dragged his body down, lifting his entire lower half off the bed before your maw opened.

Lestat didn't fear you'd eat him or even harm him, but he could see much more happening. When you got like this, it was hard to stop you from completely destroying the room trying to fuck him on every surface, especially since you didn't burn out easily during such a moon tranced state.

He could feel your teeth against his pelvis, only putting some pressure down as your tongue took a long lap against his lower lips. Pulling away, you grabbed his thighs and raised them on your shoulders, his entire upper body almost lifted off the bed from the shift of your height.

Lestat cried out and threw his head back the moment he felt your tongue dive into his drenched cunt yet again, reaching places you couldn't quite reach before and more. He could see your unsheathed and throbbing red cock underneath your own body, dripping with arousal and your knot having already appeared. "I suppose I should have fed earlier tonight if I knew I was going to be in here with you till daylight—"

There was a growl, a deep one that sent vibrations deep within Lestat, causing him to find a rather quick orgasm that startled even himself. "I guess this form also does things to me as well mon cher chiot, but it seems your mind is elsewhere." Instead of a response, you simply lapped at his wetness, hips rutting up against the sheets and your mind elsewhere. You wanted to breed him, badly. Make him full of your pups. What you wouldn't give to see Lestat, your Lestat, full and round and plump. Putting him down on your knot, making him yours completely? You began to drool at the thought that ran circles inside your mind.

Maybe you could fill him up tonight after you made him cum on your tongue. Your hunger was only for Lestat tonight, nothing more.

It was better than you constantly having held his hips and grinded up against him with any and every surface, whining and making small grunts rather than communicating with your words what you really wanted. It wasn't your fault that his ass always looked so nice in whatever he wore. Such a nice, grabable ass. All yours for the night.

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[marksbear2]

Can I request an Lestat De Lioncourt x Male Reader, pleaseeee I really love you and your writing!

Lestat De Lioncourt x Male Reader

I haven’t wrote in forever 😔. But I wanted to comeback and stop sulking and I actually want to improve and go back doing what I love which is writing.

The moon hung high in the sky, a silvery lantern casting its light over the city of New Orleans. A cool breeze swept through the narrow alleyways, its chill at odds with the heat that simmered beneath your skin. You’d heard rumors, of course—the tales of the enigmatic vampire, Lestat de Lioncourt, who had once been a figure of myth. Now, however, his presence was very much real, alive in the whispered corners of this haunting city.

But tonight, there would be no rumors. Tonight, you were going to meet him.

The faint sound of music spilled out from a nearby club, and you adjusted the collar of your jacket, feeling a slight tremble in your fingers. You didn't know what had brought you to this moment. Was it the sheer thrill of danger? Or the promise of something you couldn’t put your finger on—that Lestat offered in his dark, seductive allure?

Before you could second-guess yourself, you were there—standing in front of the old, crumbling mansion that seemed to breathe its age and secrets. Its gates creaked open with the slightest touch, as though they had been waiting for you.

You took a step inside, your pulse quickening. The marble floors of the foyer were cold underfoot, and the scent of something old and faintly metallic lingered in the air. You could almost hear the silence itself—it was as though the house itself was holding its breath.

And then, a voice, low and smooth, like velvet wrapped in shadows.

“Ah, you’ve finally arrived,” Lestat said, his tone filled with dark amusement.

You froze, your heart skipping in your chest as you turned toward him.

Lestat stood at the top of a winding staircase, his golden hair gleaming even in the dim light. His eyes were locked onto you, sharp and intense, as if he could see into the deepest corners of your soul.

He wore a tailored suit, black and perfectly fitting, that only added to his aura of aristocratic elegance.

“I was wondering when you'd come to find me,” he continued, descending the stairs with an effortless grace. With each step, it felt as though the distance between you shrank, your pulse pounding harder.

“I—uh—I didn’t know what to expect,” you stammered, trying to keep your composure.

Lestat chuckled softly, a sound that both soothed and sent a ripple of unease down your spine. "Expect the unexpected," he said, his lips curling into a knowing smile. “I don't bite... unless you ask nicely.”

The playful, almost teasing nature of his words caught you off guard, but there was something dangerous lurking behind that smile, something ancient and powerful.

The weight of his gaze made you feel exposed, as if he could read every thought, every desire you hadn't yet acknowledged. He stepped closer, his movements fluid, like a predator circling its prey. The air around you seemed to grow heavier, charged with an invisible energy. You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath as he reached out, his cool fingers brushing your cheek in a way that made you shiver.

"You’re far too easy to read," he murmured, his voice like honey and smoke. "You’ve been dreaming of this, haven’t you? Of me."

“I… I don’t know what you mean.” The words came out more breathless than you intended.

Lestat’s laughter was soft, almost affectionate. “Oh, but you do. Everyone who seeks me out knows exactly what they’re looking for. And deep down, so do you.”

His eyes glinted with something dangerously intoxicating, his gaze locking with yours as if he were pulling you into his world, his darkness.

“You belong to me now,” he whispered, his lips almost brushing your ear as he leaned in. The heat of his body radiated against yours, and you felt a thrill run through you—part fear, part yearning.

Before you could respond, he pulled back slightly, just enough to gaze into your eyes. “Don’t be frightened,” he said, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with gentle precision. “You’ll enjoy this far more than you can imagine.”

Lestat tilted his head slightly, his eyes scanning you like a collector examining a rare artifact. He leaned in again, closer this time, the coolness of his lips grazing yours. The kiss was brief but electric, leaving you breathless and desperate for more. His chuckle was a dark, silken sound as he stepped back, watching you closely, savoring your reaction. “You see? Not so bad, is it?”

“You’re... a monster,” you said, voice unsteady but defiant.

Lestat's eyes flickered with amusement, his sharp smile never faltering. “And yet, you crave it, don’t you? The darkness. The danger. The unknown.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he silenced you with a look—one that made your insides twist with a mix of fear and desire. “I could teach you,” he said softly, almost coaxing. “A different kind of life, one beyond mortal limitations. No more fear, no more pain. Just... eternity.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your mind racing. He was offering you something you’d only ever dreamed about: the chance to live forever, to experience a world that most only whispered about in terrified reverence. But was it worth the cost? Lestat's gaze softened slightly, as if he understood the conflict in your eyes.

“You can resist, of course,” he said, the words almost a challenge. “But the more you fight it, the more you’ll be drawn to me. And when you finally accept it, when you give yourself over, you’ll belong to me. Body, mind... and soul.”

You swallowed hard, your heart racing. Could you truly walk away from him? Or was this inevitable?

The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in with every passing second. Lestat stood before you, offering you his world, his eternity. It was everything you had ever imagined and more... but at what price?

Before you could make a decision, Lestat smiled again, this time with a slow, wicked grin. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming.

“Don’t think too hard, darling,” he said softly, his lips brushing your ear once more. “You’ll come to me... sooner or later.”

And with that, the room faded around you, leaving you caught in his intoxicating spell—utterly, helplessly, his.

[delusionalqueerwriter]

What this blog is about⤵️

Writing has been one of my hobbies for the longest time but my insecurities and worries have continuously kept me from doing it very often.

I've seen a lot of posts on different apps about how it doesn't matter if it's bad or to stop worrying about what other people will say, if it brings you joy and/or helps you escape/tolerate reality then just focus on working on your craft for you not other people.

I've seen all these 'arguments' but what really made me want to start writing more often is the fact that I wasn't finding the stuff I wanted to read.

When it comes to fanfiction specifically, it's starting to fucking suck to not see certain things or see them so rarely compared to others (as a trans masc bisexual in particular).

So I decided to start making the content I wanted to see.

(while also working on my short stories on the side, I've had some ideas that kinda go with some sketches I've done so I'm excited to work more on those)

I also want to challenge myself, so I welcome ✨prompts✨ for fics - one shots - although there are 'guidelines'⤵️

- All characters (within the ship) in a fic with smut will be of consenting age, no exceptions

- I'm okay with writing f/m (only if one or both are trans), mlm and f/f and other

- While I'm fine with writing smut, there are things I'm NOT comfortable with, such as:

🚫feminization/forced feminization;

🚫writing mlm ship where the trans man is a submissive bottom who receives through v*ginal penetration by a cis dude (I want to emphasize that there is absolutely nothing wrong with that!! it's just not for me and it's one of the things that I'm kind of frustrated of seeing so often - as someone who can't relate - so personally I don't want to be the one to write that)

🚫mpreg & a/b/o dynamics;

🚫noncon/dubcon/r*pe

I may add more things later on

Some of the fandoms (and ships) that I'm willing to write in are:

* Arcane (While I won't write caitvi bc I think Vi deserves better - I will write Vi and someone else, reader or another character. I encourage you to ask me to write stuff with characters like Sevika, Ambessa and Mel. Other than caitvi, I also don't want to write anything romantic between Vander and Silco, anyone other than that I think it's fine)

* Interview with the vampire (I'll write: Armand x Daniel - post s2 & AU's, Claudia x Madeleine)

* The 100 (I'll only write clexa au's when it comes to this)

* Jujutsu Kaisen

* Chainsaw Man

* Bungo Stray Dogs

I will add more fandoms later on ...

(note: when it comes to AU's I have a personal soft spot - but not exclusively - for Coffee/Tattoo Shop, Mafia/Crime...)

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Drama queen

Warning ⚠️; Blood, cursing, French

Pairing; Bottom!Lestat/Top!Male!Reader

Summary; Another night, another fight and Lestat decided to be a drama queen

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You stepped aside, allowing the cup to hit the wall behind you instead of your face. You rolled your eyes when Lestar grabbed another one and it quickly joined the other on the ground in pieces. As usual, your lover was being a drama queen and acted like it was the end of the world when this was quite a simple dispute.

Well, one that Lestat had started.

Because you didn't kill a woman who flirted with you… in masquerade. A very public and busy masquerade. And now the theatrical queen was accusing you of not loving him anymore or wanting to cheat on him. The usual when anyone looked your way and not his, you were used to it.

- “Lestat, are you over it or are you going to keep throwing things at me like a petulant child?” You asked with a sigh.

- “Va te faire foutre, connard!” He cursed in French, making you roll your eyes.

You walked up to Lestat as he was searching for something else to throw at you and wrapped your arms around his waist. He fought you, hitting your chest and trying to push you away, but you didn't budge, simply looking down at him with a smile.

He was such a jealous man, a hypocrite and a fool, but he was yours and you also knew just how deeply Lestat loved. God knew just how much you meant to him and Lestat latching out was more out of fear of losing you than anger.

You kissed Lestat on the forehead and your lover finally calmed down in your embrace. His fists clenched your shirt and you chuckled when you felt Lestat pulling you closer, his fangs brushing over your jaw.

- “You are such a drama queen my love.” You sighed, pressing your head against his and smiled. “And a fool. How could I look at another person when I have an Adonis in my arms? There is no one out there, not a human or a vampire, that more gorgeous than you. I should be the one worried you'll find someone else.”

Lestat snorted but said nothing. You could feel his breath against your neck as he nuzzled his face there. You closed your eyes and just savoured the moment, appreciating the end of the fight. You hated it each time. It made you feel like shit even tho it wasn't your fault. It was just how Lestat was and there was no changing him.

You didn't want him to change either. Maybe just be a bit less jealous would be great.

You laughed feeling his fangs against your skin again.

- “Is my drama queen hungry?” You asked, lips brushing against Lestat’s

- “Yes.” He replied with a smirk.

You passed your arms under his ass and lifted him up. Lestat laughed, making you feel better and you carried him to the bedroom. You sat him down on your coffin and undressed to change in better clothes.

You felt Lestat hands on you the second your clothes were off. His fingers traced every muscle, every curb of your body and it made you shiver. You turned around and were met with his lips on yours. You chuckled and rested your hands on his hips.

- “I thought you said you were hungry.” You teased, passing your hands under his shirt. Lestat laughed and tilted his head as you kissed his neck, fangs brushing his thin skin.

- “Never said what I was hungry for.”

You laughed as Lestat took your hand, pulling you toward the coffin. His lips found yours and you didn't resist when he pushed you down in the coffin. Your hands found his waist and you watched as Lestat took off his shirt. You couldn't resist and caressed his chest, fingers tracing his muscles.

You grunted when Lestat bit down on your neck, fangs piercing the skin easily. You felt your blood rushing out and growled your own fangs out as you dug your fingers into his hips.

- “Fuck, Lestat!” You gasped, feeling his tongue clean the wound.

You shivered as Lestat stared at you, his eyes filled with hunger. You smiled and cupped his face in your hands before kissing him, devouring his lips.

You woke up first the next night, Lestat’s naked body against yours. Your hands gently brushed his hair off his face before caressing his angelic face. Asleep, Lestat looked almost innocent and harmless, which was the opposite of the truth.

He was like Lucifer. The most beautiful among you, and the most twisted one. You never met someone who could go from one extreme to the other and who could show such cruelty while killing.

And yet you loved only him more.

- “I can feel you staring at me, mon coeur. Tu sais que c’est mal élevé de regarder les gens dormir?” Lestat said, yawning.

- “Maybe, but who cares? I can't look away from such beauty.” You replied, stealing a kiss.

Lestat snorted and freed you from his grip, allowing you to get out of the coffin. You felt his eyes on you as you walked up to the dryer and picked a few clothes. Behind you he grunted once you dressed up, but he soon followed your example.

Before long you two walked the streets of London, the rain falling lightly, almost like a mist, around you. There wasn't a lot of people outside and it was perfect; no witnesses for when you'll be feeding.

Lestat was the first to find a meal. He bounced on a man in a dark alley the second you set foot there. You smiled, watching your lover feed, blood rolling down his chin. You shivered hearing the man’s spine snap when Lestat turned his head a bit too hard.

Of course, everything was wanted. Lestat was too much in controlll of his strength for it to be an accident.

After letting go of the body, Lestat turned his head toward you, licking his bloody lips and fingers with a smirk. You chuckled and walked up to him, stepping over the corpse before kissing Lestat, tasting the blood on his lips.

- “Am I supposed to see it as a thread?” You asked as Lestat wrapped his arms around your neck.

- “Maybe more like a promise.” He replied, tilting his head. “The promise that what I’ll do to the next person flirting with you.”

- “Really?” You asked, snorting. “Does it mean I can do the same? There is a last lover of yours I might have in mind.”

This time, Lestat lost his smile and looked away. He knew you were talking about Louis. You weren't one to be easily jealous, but his relationship with Louis was the exception. Louis who had tried to murder Lestat, Louis who had chosen someone else over him... Yes, you had every reason to hate the man and be jealous of how much Lestat still loved him.

Louis didn't deserve him.

- “Because if you can kill whoever flirt with me, than I can do the same.” You said, taking Lestat’s chin between your fingers.

- “It’s not the same.” Lestat whispered and you tilted your head. “You already want him dead, you hate Louis.”

- “How can I not when I see how much pain you still carry because of him?”

Only silence answered you and you sighed, resting your forehead against Lestat’s. He closed his eyes, hands gripping your shirt and in the darkness of the night, you still saw tears of blood in his eyes. With your thumb, you chassed them away and felt guilty. This time you were the one hurting him.

- “I am sorry, mon amour, I took it too far. C’mon, let me make it up to you.” You whispered against his lips. “I know a place where they sing and dance, I’m sure you'll like it. We might even find our next meal there.”

Lestat smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. Yet he still kissed you and nodded. He was the one who took your hand in his and you squeezed it before leading him to the pub. Lestat was a drama queen, but he was also such a sensible soul, something you often forgot.

At the pub, you saw light going back into Lestat’s eyes as you danced and sang with the mortals. After a few hours you could tell all was forgotten and pardoned. You allowed Lestat to choose your next meal and when your future victim left, so did the two of you.

You let Lestat hunt her down and take the first bite, another way for you to ask for forgiveness. But as you fed next, you felt Lestat’s fingers on your neck and face as he traced your muscles. Staring into his eyes you only saw love.

Yes. Lestat might be a Drama Queen, but he when he loved, he loved with all his soul. You were the one he loved now. Not Louis or Armand, but you. You knew right there and then that no matter his caprices and tantrum, Lestat would stay by your side just like you would stay by his.

[cece693]

Day 1 of asking you for 2022 lestat to crash out over you and be petty

Hi, so first of all, I did see your asks and I would've replied but I've been so busy. You weren't very specific with the request (original one) so I created something simple yet captures Lestat being petty. And what else can arise that then being overlooked, not given the attention he deserves. So, with that in mind, enjoy!

Chosen Company

pairing: lestat de lioncourt x gender neutral reader tags: lestat doesn't do well without attention, jealousy, reader is humoring him, not much tension or conflict, fluff

The scent of blood and rose water still clings to his coat when he bursts through the grand doors, silver-blue eyes narrowed and cold. You’ve seen Lestat de Lioncourt in all moods, a spectrum as broad as the night is long, but tonight he’s an exquisite storm of petty jealousy. His blond hair catches the flickering candlelight as he stalks toward you, every step a silent rebuke. He’s just come from one of his capricious outings: music swirling, mortals fawning, the usual. You can practically see the remains of his last performance in the elegant sweep of his shoulders, the subtle nod of his chin. It’s all arrogance and enthrallment—his favorite illusions, meticulously cultivated. But when he looks at you, his confidence falters for just an instant, replaced by a bitterness he’s not even trying to hide.

“Do you allow just anyone to command your attention?” he demands. There’s that bright, biting sneer at the corner of his mouth. One could almost call it a pout.

Confusion, or perhaps patience, stills your tongue at first. Perhaps he caught you conversing with someone else earlier—maybe it was the mortal who just moved into the townhome next to yours, or an old friend stopping by. You hardly recall the moment yourself, but the memory clearly sits like a dagger in Lestat’s chest.

“You disappeared for hours,” you say with careful calm, arms folded across your torso in a neutral stance. “I didn’t realize I had to remain in stasis until your triumphant return.”

His eyes blaze, a swirl of moonlit frost and contained fury. “I am never gone for long,” he retorts, stepping closer. His very presence seems to draw the darkness around him, pulling the shadows in. “And yet, in my absence, you seem to find new amusements, new distractions that tear your attention away from me. It’s unthinkable.”

You suppress a laugh, because at this moment, Lestat is the definition of theatrical indignation. “Are you truly that upset or are you just bored?”

He scoffs, the sound low and dangerous. “I’m beyond boredom. What I am is insulted.” His voice dips to a near growl, though he doesn’t break your gaze. “I have endured centuries of love, betrayal, heartbreak, delight, and fascination—and still, I expect the slightest loyalty from those I choose to indulge with my company.” There it is: the arrogance, that magnetic self-importance. But you also see the longing, the vulnerability he tries so desperately to disguise. Lestat’s entire ego is a fragile glass figurine he guards with tooth and claw, deflecting cracks with biting comments and brazen postures.

“Have you considered that I’m allowed other connections, Lestat?” you ask softly, with a direct calm that finally takes him aback.

He tilts his head as if amused by a puzzle. Then he steps closer, intruding on your personal space the way only a being like him could—seductive, imposing. You sense the faintest tremble in him, a flicker of some deeper emotion. “It’s not an unreasonable notion,” he concedes in a whisper. “But I prefer you as my chosen fascination.” He says it like a term of endearment. You can feel the swirl of his presence weigh heavier, as if he is attempting to stake a claim.

Your brow lifts. “You can’t force that.”

A quiet laugh, rich and melodic, slips from his lips. “Oh, can’t I?” he nearly purrs. “I seduce centuries. I captivate the ages. I inspire what mortals call love—” He cuts himself off, inhaling as though even he knows his hubris is rising to comedic proportions. “But you are different. You want more than pretty words and illusions, don’t you?” You don’t give him the satisfaction of an answer just yet. Instead, you let the silence stretch until you see the slightest flinch in his elegant composure. It’s your gentle, subtle power—delivering him the vulnerability he so often avoids.

Finally, you lift a hand and brush your fingers across the collar of his coat. The rose water scent is still there, mingling with the faintest hint of copper. He’s spent the evening as Lestat so often does—culling admirers, tasting what the world has to offer. Yet here he is, facing you with that raw mixture of wounded pride and longing.

“Next time, you might stay,” you suggest, your voice barely above a whisper. “Or at least tell me where you’re going. It’s a little easier to miss you when I know you’ll come back with fewer dramatics.”

His eyes search yours, taking in every flicker of your expression. His self-assured posture softens, just enough that you see the man behind the centuries-old mask. “You want me to be civilized.”

“I want you to be genuine,” you say.

He sighs, a dramatic sound meant to convey a thousand woes. “Genuine is not my specialty, mon amour. Though perhaps with you…” He trails off, reaching carefully for your hand. The tension in the air still hums, a taut string that might snap with one wrong word. You let him take your hand, neither of you speaking until the quiet passes a threshold of acceptance.

“Stay, then,” you finally murmur. “If you’re finished being upset.”

A faint, nearly contrite smile curves his lips. “Only if you promise never to entertain your neighbors when I’m gone,” he teases, voice still laced with jealousy. He holds up a hand in surrender when you arch your brow. “Yes, yes, I know—your independence is an unstoppable force.”

You can’t resist a small smile of your own. Lestat de Lioncourt is maddening, vain, and prone to fits of melodrama—but beneath it all, he is as hungry for genuine affection as anyone you’ve ever known. And tonight, in this single moment, you can indulge that hunger. He leans in, breath ghosting against the shell of your ear. “I will try not to be so…dramatic next time.”

“Now, that is a promise you cannot keep,” you murmur. A laugh—a warm, heady sound—escapes him, and for a moment, the tension eases. He may be pettiness incarnate on occasion, but you see the faintest glimmer of true tenderness behind the facade.

[woodle-isbae]

I needddd more louis x black male reader, specifically reader who is a vampire too pleasseee❤️❤️

"Hmng...not so fast.."

He spoke out breathlessly, slightly trembling underneath your body, gripping tightly at your forearm that wrapped around his neck. You had Louis pressed into a headlock while you slowly inched yourself into him, hissing at how he clenched the more you thrusted.

"Mmh...'missed you s'much."

You slurred your words, drunk on the way he clenched around you. A couple of months isn't really alot for a vampire, but you're so Clingy and Louis leaving for Tour with Daniel was the most you've been separated since you were turned.

You held back a sob as you thrusted more into him, lost in the warmth that he gave you, you were seeing stars at this point. The bed shook beneath your shared weight, feet planted flat on the sheets to get better leverage.

"Louis...Louis..fuck..oh..Louis.."

His name was all that you could say, grunts and whimpers filled the room, you sighed at the way he clawd at your arm, he dug his nails into your skin the more you pounded into him.

"Ah- shit...I missed you too!"

He wailed out, body jerking under yours, the sound of his heart pumping was loud in your ears, the friction of his cock against the sheets and your own rubbing against that sweet spot inside him...he was Dazed with love.

You pulled out and turned him over onto his back, slipping right back in and wrapping your arms around his waist, hips juttering like a jack rabbit. Your face buried into the crook of his neck while he clawed at your back, you bit into his neck, licking up the small droplets of blood from the wound.

"I-..I'm cumming..fuck Louis..cum with me, please..I.. ah-..ah! Fuck.."

You whimpered into his ear, thrusts becoming shallow and breathing more staggered. Blood tears streamed down your face, crying from the overwhelming pleasure.

You took one sharp breath before stuffing Louis full, pausing for a brief moment before letting out a sigh of relief, your head falling forward while you gave a few more weak thrust to ease Louis through his own orgasm.

The warm liquid spurted out his cock and smudged between your heated bodies. Letting the jitter of your pleaser wash down, focusing back onto eachother

"Mmm..we need to clean up.."

"We can do that later...I'm tired.."

He pulled you up by your ear, holding back a snicker at your hissing.

"Ah! Ow, fine okay!"

He rolled his eyes and let go, slightly sitting up to look at the mess yall made properly. The sheets were torn up and soaked in both you and Louis's semen.

"I wanna hold you a bit more Louis.."

You pushed him back down and bear hugged him.

"It's gonna dry on us."

"I'll clean it."

The Vampire couldn't even fight back, missing your presence aswell, he just pretended to be fussy but gave in to your loving embrace.

Hey guys, I might stop writing ☹️, due to personal and mental reasons tho...if I do come back I might stop taking requests. I'll finish what I can and do my own things.

- Love

Aza💕

[by-wronged-hands]

🧎‍♂️ I have absolutely nothing to post, and that’s mostly because I am writing a book…so, as per usual, this is like my monthly reminder that my requests are open! I do many fandoms, so don’t be afraid to ask