#Iwtv x male reader

[pastelclovds]

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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.

[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.

[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."

[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.” 

[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…

[pawsomelestat]

lestat/masc reader with lestat covering reader in bites during sex and PLEASEEmore french that was so good 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . 🩸 . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚

ー Bite me. ー

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amc lestat x masc reader nsfw tw ; biting, blood, mild gore, smut, overstimulation, french people /j

author's note : BITES DURING SEX !?!?!?!? MORE FRENCH !?!?!? you have become my favourite. vos désirs sont des ordres

It had been weeks since you found yourself entangled in the limbs of Lestat. The moment was something you couldn’t quite remember, it felt like a fever dream of renaissance art and sweet wine. Just to try to remember it was to feel like a lavish godlike being, laying in the soft summer night rain, eating honey and being tended to by hundreds of loyal worshippers. The memory alone was beyond orgasmic. And now you found yourself bewitched by memory’s tight grasp, you relived each second whenever you closed your eyes. The mystery of the man, the suddenness that began and ended the situation, the sound of his hazy voice sputtering out french praise. It wouldn’t leave you. Not until you found him again.

The wind echoed his words, the lamplight flickered with the same spark that was in his eye, the night’s embrace felt like it was pulling you towards him. You found yourself now, wandering the dark streets of New Orleans.. Past the club in which you had met, down the street his car was parked, and going farther throughout the lanes of the district. Each step had its own mind, you felt like you were almost sleep walking. Barely conscious mind, hypnotised by each thought of Lestat, wandering legs that controlled themselves. You didn’t know where your feet were taking you, but with each inch closer you felt his call grow louder. Louder. And louder still. Step by step you felt how he called for you, how he thought of you, how he needed you.

A pretty, expensive appearing townhouse was where your legs stopped, leaving you stood by the door filled with apprehension. You looked around, barely conscious mind now trying to recognise what was around. Houses, old streets and.. The car. That same car, there was no way it was anything else. Had you really found your way back to Lestat? After one meeting, with no mention of where to find him, with no expectation to ever see him again. What was this? The confusion, slight fear and disbelief just melted into that needy curiosity that your brain was full of, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t shake that feeling. That he was calling for you, that he needed you. Or was it that you needed him?

You cautiously knocked on the door and to your dismay it slowly creaked open almost seconds after the first loud knock. There he stood in all his ethereal beauty. Not a blemish, not a spot, it was if he was made to be perfect. His eyes shone like halos, his smirk so devilish yet charming, his hair like something from an old painting, each inch of his being looked so thought out yet effortlessly breathtaking.

“Can I help you?”

He looked you up and down as he spoke, leaning against the door with a hand cupping a crystal wine glass with a deep red liquid. The cocky tone, relaxed stance, it told you that he was expecting you. He was putting on this act to punish you, to make you squirm and stumble for words, to enjoy your flustered stuttering. But it made you think, what would he say? How did you know where he was, why did you go, what were you doing on the doorstep of a previous one night stand in the middle of the night with eyes full of desperation? There was no explanation, but somehow he looked as if he already knew each answer that you didn't.

“Well come in, I was just enjoying a nice drink.”

It seemed he grew impatient with your lack of words, now moving to let you in and outstretching his arm to show you inside. You rushed to step inside, still silent within your own confusion and bewildered thoughts. Another outstretched hand to signal towards a deep velvet couch within the next room, he wanted you to go sit and you followed that request instantly. As you sat he slowly moved to a drinks cabinet filled with all sorts of exotic looking bottles, fixing you a drink much like his own.

“La vie est trop courte pour boire du mauvais vin,”

He chuckled as he now stepped towards you and passed the glass.

“Life is too short to drink bad wine. I think that is a truthful saying, no? It can be applied to every aspect in life. I find once I have found a good wine I tend to only go for that one, I know the quality so why risk a bad flavour in something unknown?”

Was he talking about you? He found someone good and now he somehow conjured you up? The man always spoke in riddles, synonyms, poetry, never giving you just a straight piece of mind. Each sentence was yours to make the meaning of. He could never say anything wrong because it was you who interpreted it badly.

“I guess that’s why I’m here then..”

A sheepish and forced giggle slipped out with that awkward remark. Your attempt at even trying to explain what brought you here. You quickly sipped the wine, hoping maybe he didn’t hear properly and you could just play it off as some weird drinking noise or unimportant comment. His confidence and gracious ways just made you feel even more tense, filled to the brim with awkward flustered butterflies. The way Lestat looked at you with those curious eyes, half smirk, he knew what he was doing to you. And he loved absolutely every second of it. The sight of you all shy and pathetically gasping for words, your brain filled with nothing but arousal and thoughts of him, it was exactly what he wanted. But just knowing you were giving him what he wanted pushed you deeper into this feeling. Completely powerless with barely even a few words from him.

“Oh? Are you implying that I am good wine? Well why don’t you have a taste.”

The male graciously sat beside you, eyes still intently locked onto you. It wasn't an uncomfortable stare, it came from calm and almost lust filled eyes, intimidating only from your own embarrassment. Bedroom eyes. His voice rang with a familiar devious chuckle, you didn’t dare return the stare coming from his all too confident being. There was nothing inherently threatening being done by Lestat, infact he was being very kind to you, but you couldn’t help but shake slightly with anticipation like prey in the night.

“Oh non, you are shaking,”

As he spoke he slipped his large, soft hand under your chin to gently turn your face to look up to him. Your eyes locked onto his as he tucked your hair behind your ear, his gaze now softened to show an inch of compassion. They were truly beautiful eyes, like planets in the night sky, like a windswept beach, like aphrodite herself had blessed them.

“Don’t be afraid.”

You felt his spare hand slip onto your thigh as he inched closer, slowly and as elegant as ever. Placing soft kisses on your jaw at first, then gently dragging them down your neck until he reached just above your collarbone. Each kiss melted relaxation into your skin, you leant back on the velvet couch and placed the glass of wine on the mahogany side table by you.

He ran his finger along the rim of your collar, tugging at it slightly to pull it down, kisses getting rougher by the second. Rougher, longer, sharper until you felt the sensation of two sharp teeth rubbing against your sensitive skin. The feeling made your face flush with warmth, it was unusually sensual. A feeling that should strike fear but instead struck arousal.

It was gentle at first, not even piercing the skin. But it quickly became a sharp, throbbing pain making you gasp out with all sorts of breathy curses. It felt.. Good? Blood flowing, pain shocking adrenaline into your system, you slipped your hand into Lestat’s hair and held his head there to deepen the bite.

His hand which had been stroking your thigh during this now glided over to your crotch, making your face flush as he felt the hardened pressure. A small chuckle came from his lips as he felt this, leaving you to whimper partly out of shame and partly out of the feeling of his teeth retracting.

Lestat eyes met yours as he lifted his head, those stormy eyes captivating you so deeply. Words refused to come out of your mouth and suddenly you found yourself pressing against his lips, roughly and sloppily. Desperately trying to unbuckle his belt to show his manhood.

"Uh uh, rein ne sert de courir il faut partir à point. Patience my little lark."

He spoke inbetween kisses, lips brushing against yours with hot breath and passion. It didn't take him long to unbutton your shirt and throw it to the ground, he then continued placing kisses followed by small bites on your shoulders. Each bite was not as deep as the first, but they still made your hips buck and your breath hitch.

You noticed his hands fumble to his belt, taking it off during his little bites, sliding his trousers down until he was left only in pants. This was your sign for you to do the same, only you took it all off. Laying underneath Lestat, small streams of blood trickling from the bite marks, panting lust filled breaths, precum spilling from your throbbing cock. Your eyes looked up at him with sheer desperation, this just caused him to sink your teeth in deeper.

A loud choked out moan escaped your lips as you felt his length slip into you without warning, he bottomed out almost immediately.

"Ngh-Wh- What is?- You-"

You couldn't even form a sentence, your mind was too swarmed with the pleasure of all of him inside you and the burning pain of the bites. There wasn't enough blood to cause any damage, if anything this was just to appease Lestat.

"No don't try to talk, I want to hear your pretty little voice make other sounds. Don't waste it on words. Tu es si adorable quand tu cries et mauds mon nom~"

He began to thrust quickly into you, your arms now wrapping around his shoulders and scratching his back to try to grip on. Bite after bite, thrust after thrust. Your shaking legs and teary eyes just aroused him more, all you were able to say between moans and whimpers was his name.

A wave of release washed upon you, white spilling out of your twitching red cock, your body went limp. Lestat held you tight, teeth sinking deep into your neck for a final time, this time the deepest and sloppiest he had done. His pace quickened to a desperate aggression, pumping out his own warm load before slowing down too.

"Tu as un goût si doux"

The male whispered before placing a few more kisses on your neck, over the countless bites and hickeys that now littered your chest, shoulders, back and neck. He softly kissed your lips, the metallic flavour of your own blood dripping onto your tongue as he slowly slipped out of your hole. Lestat then crashed down onto the couch beside you, looking at you with a proud smirk like an artist looking at their masterpiece.

"Life is too short to drink bad wine."

༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . 🩸 . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚

meow :3 i went ham writing this so i hope u enjoyed !!

[switchyfox]

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

[marksbear]

can u do a poly!louis x reader x lestat? reader is human and gets flirted with by a different vampire and louis and lestat get jealous and protective? (both louis and lestat are vampires at this time) ty! :)

Your welcome and I hope you enjoy

Warnings- Sadist Lestat but light, club owner reader, poly, killing,implied sex but nothing happens,Red is lestat and blue is for the vampire drew. White is the reader and Louis.

LESTAT AND LOUIS X MALE READER

Way before Lestat Y/n used to mess around with Louis. Y/n ran a strip club a busy one in fact. That's how Louis met Y/n at the club. He was there with some of his business "friends." The group Louis was in were a bunch of perverts and basically forced Louis to be there. That's when he saw you. One girl on your left thigh and a boy on your right. He was amazed how bold you were for doing that. The other men in the group didn't like it and gossiped around "How and why is that man just sitting there normally while a black woman on his thigh and a white man on the other!?" Louis turned around and started at the man. "Why don't you say it to his face?" The group becomes silent until the fat one speaks up "Because that's Mr L/n he owns the club. But I heard that his whole family including him are gangsters."

When Louis and Y/n officially met they fucked. Y/n was helping his workers close up the place until someone tapped his back. Once Y/n turned around he was met by a hand "Louis de pointe du lac nice to meet you sir." Louis gives Y/n a huge smile. "Y/n L/n nice to meet you too." Y/n gives Louis a firm shake with smiling. The two begin to talk like they knew each other for years they instantly clicked. Y/n made the first moves like holding on Louis thigh for too long or the flirty jokes. But when Louis finally got the hint Louis took him and Y/n to a motel.

When Lestat got in the picture he was stalking Louis.

Y/n and Louis were walking around the forest. Lestat was reading Y/n mind every second of the walk he was surprised when Y/n thoughts wasn't racist and sexual or just using Louis.

"Who was that boy Louis?" Lestat asks once Louis gets home. "No one. And why did you follow me again!?!" Louis shouts turning around at his lover. "Louis you could have been in danger. My love. Now who is he?" Lestat was closer to Louis wrapping his arms around his waist. "Y/n L/n. But you can't mess with him because him and his family gangsters he told me." Lestat chuckles and brings Louis to the coffin.

FEW MONTHS PAST

Louis and Lestat have been trying their hardest to get with Y/n and drop tiny hints about vampires and all of that. The trio goes on little group dates that Lestat calls them or just spends a lot of time with the L/n. What took them both surprised is that Y/n made the first move. "We're acting like a bunch of boyfriends. Which I don't mind" Y/n said on the bench looking into the sky with Lestat on the left side and Louis on the right. Louis lost the air in his lungs fiddling with his cane. The comment caught Lestat off guard but quickly gathered himself. "Really? Well I guess me or Louis wouldn't mind sharing you" Lestat says caressing Y/n cheek. "Then I guess were boyfriends." Y/n kisses both on the lips not caring if anyone saw him and walked away.

The couple spent all of their days together. Once Lestat fully trusted Y/n told him the truth of what monster he truly is and showed him how strong he is. Y/n watched as his boyfriend brutally murder a musician because Y/n wanted to hear something jazzy but the musician could only play classical upsetting Y/n. Once Louis finally got home he looked into the living and gasped. Y/n and Lestat naked both covered in blood. "Lestat what did you do!?!" Louis shouts rushing over to Y/n checking for any scars or marks. "Louis my love don't worry I haven't turned him yet. We invited a musician to play for us while we made love. But he didn't play what Y/n liked and got him out of the mood so I killed him to show my loyal devotion to him. Y/n simply told me I looked hot in blood and we began to continue where we left off."

TIMESKIP

Y/n was locking his club up. When he turned around he was face to face with someone his age and shorter than him looking up at him. "Are you Mr l/n? I-i need help..." Y/n signals the man to keep talking as he pulls out a cigarette lighting it more inhaling it and blows it to the man's face with a giggle. "I need you to walk me home please I beg you... There's someone out for me and my friends say you're the only man in town who's untouchable!" The man begs snatching Y/n hand tightly and desperately. "Okay okay relax. I'm only doing this for my good deed of the day let's go." The two walk is anything but silent the two and chatting and laughs can be heard from afar. Once they reach the house the stranger invites Y/n inside but he shakes his head no. "I'm sorry I can't maybe next time, But I never caught your name?" " Drew Jackson"

After that met up Y/n and Drew kept meeting each other in odd or normal places. This time Louis and Lestat were around when Drew crossed paths. They were in Y/n club. Louis and Lestat were in one of the open booths where they could see everything and anyone. Y/n was talking to one of his workers that was in his lap just laughing and talking. Lestat had slowly gotten used to all the attention and the platonic love and cuddling that his boyfriend gets from work and out of work. Then Lestat eyes shoot up when hes hears a certain thought "My y/n my beautiful strong Y/n. Maybe tonight i'll make you mine." Lestat tells Louis what he heard and the both of them get next to Y/n protectively having their guard up.

"Y/n!" Drew shouts at Y/n but Y/n couldn't hear him. Lestat and Louis share a look and look at the man. Lestat looks at the man and pauses time so only him Louis and the man are talking and moving. "So you are the man taking all of my love's time most nights---" "Lestat." Lestat turns to face Louis. "You're a vampire?" Louis asks looking at the man's eyes and nails. "I could ask the same thing. And lover! please Y/n has no love I mean you see the women and men basically wearing nothing on his lap and at his feet. If he ever has a love it will be me."

Time starts again and Y/n kisses the back of the girls neck as a comeback later. "Bye boss" The woman says kisses Y/n jaw before going back to work. Y/n looks at Louis tense face and takes his hand and gives it a squeeze before looking at Lestat and gives him a half hug before getting up and tells his lovers that he'll be right back. Lestat stops Y/n and whispers in his ear and Y/n nods in approval and walks away. "Well I asked Y/n could I bring someone over and he said yes. So follow us as we close up the club."

When the club closes Lestat and Louis take Drew into their house waiting for Y/n to come back from whatever he was doing. "Louis! Lestat! Im back." walking into the living staring at the three people in the house. "Drew? Why are you here?" Lestat quickly goes over to Y/n and kisses him deeply and says in french "Salut mortel!" He takes Y/n hand and takes him to the couch to watch "Did you know that your friend here is a vampire and wants you to be his." Lestat giggles caressing and running his sharp nails into Y/n mouth touching his teeth. Y/n playfully slaps Lestat's hands away from him and jokingly tries to bite Lestat. Louis gives the two a serious look and they both stop their childish antics. "Wait! Hes a vampire!" Y/n shouts after it finally registers in his head. "Yes Y/n and that's why we decided to show you one way to kill a vampire." Lestat gets up and picks up the tied up Drew and drags him outside. Drew is already bloody and messed up but screams for his life as they go outside. "The sun is coming up in two hours so you can watch him die a slow and painful death my sweet mortal." Lestat says tying the man up with chains this time. And he hands Y/n a stake with a smile. "Kill him if he somehow escapes."

Louis sucks on Y/n's neck deeply and says "Good night Y/n and be careful!" Lestat walks up from behind Y/n and kisses and sucks on his neck to give him hickeys like hes marking him as his. "Good night mortal" "I swear Lestat if you keep calling me that i'll run this stake in you instead!"

THE END

[that-one-malereader-enthusiast]

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𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 || inspo: @nickgoesinsane the post !!!

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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Like, Comment, Or Reblog. || A/N: Thank you for reading! Any comments or notes help motivate me to post more often like this! Unfortunately I tend to overthink lots of my writings, which lead to me not posting or becoming unmotivated. This was written out as an imagine but I got carried away! Hope you all enjoyed! Will maybe edit and clean it up later!

[yandereloveraw]

Poly IWTV AU: ArchJasp x Y/N

Archie's pov

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From that night onward, Y/N was a born again predator with a desire and will to take blood whenever and however they wanted. Jasper spoiled them rotten. He was utterly smitten, and so was I. He knew I would love them with my entire being. He knew I wouldn't leave him, not without them. Together, we took down entire families.

They slept in my coffin with me at first, until the day came when they wanted one of their own. Whenever they awoke however, they would crawl into mine. Jasper would join me in my coffin when Y/N wasn't in it. Y/N would ask me a lot of questions, and I would try my best to answer them. When I had no answers, they took to the world of books and film. Time can pass quickly for mortals when they're happy. With us, it was the same.

"Do you love him?," they had asked me one day, no doubt having witnessed him pouring his heart out before passionately kissing me.

"More than I'd care to admit."

When they kissed me, I was frozen at first. Their kiss was soft, hesitant. Nothing like Jasper's hungry and demanding touch. My arms slowly curled around their waist, bringing them closer. I wanted more. I needed more.

I don't know how long we stood locked together. What I do know was that a gasp caused us to break apart. Jasper stood in the doorway to the room, looking betrayed.

"You're kissing without me?"

I had to roll my eyes at his dramatic behavior. When Y/N gestured for him to join us, he quickly did. I was filled with so much longing for these two as I watched them kiss. I can only hope we'll stay together forever.

[marksbear2]

Hi Papa bearrr!! I was wondering if I could request a John Price x Vampire Male Reader, like the reader could be like Lestat de lioncurt! Like a sassy vampire!

John Price x Vampire Male reader

I live and breathe Iwtv!! I absolutely love vampires and all sorts of vampire related shows and stories. At the end I took inspo from Bones and all.

⚠️Fluff- to angst!! Vampire reader, could be GN! Blood, killing, bloody kisses, mentions of jealousy. Angst at the end!!⚠️

— Not only he has to deal with his team and the military in general he has his own personal boyfriend.

— He’s very protective of you.

— Price he helps you keep your vampiric identify a secret. He keeps your nails sharp and taken care of as well of your health.

— He also tries to stay up just a bit to interact and spend time with you before falling asleep letting you feee roam.

— He tells you to be careful while you kiss or leave a hickey on his neck. He actually doesn’t mind if you nibble him with your fangs.

— He has scars from your nails and fangs on a daily basis his soldiers began to think that he actually has an cat.

— If you have vampirec powers like mind reading for an example he always think “Stop listening to my thoughts.” In his mind to gain a reaction out of you.

— He forgets sometimes that you’re awake during night. He’ll come home super late just to met with the sight of you in the living room relaxing.

— He has mixed feelings of you killing people.

— He’s gets a little bit jealous seeing you take time feeding off another guys neck. It feels to intimidate for his standards even though your quite literally sucking the life out of someone.

— He scolds you for being awake whenever the sun is up.

— You two having nightly dates almost every weekend. Though you can’t eat any of the fancy food you two smoke together and have expensive wine.

— He just has his arms crossed whenever your throwing a huge tantrum/ mental breakdown.

— He holds and cuddles you until he can fall asleep. He keeps his grip tight so you won’t runaway.

— At first he wasn’t really into kissing you whenever you have a mouth full of blood. But now he is he’s super it especially if you lick his mouth clean afterwards.

— Feeling your fangs against his skin turns him on.

— Even when you get exposed for being a vampire he stays with you until the very end.

— In the way back of the mind the thought of you being immortal and forever will out live him saddens him.

— He listens to your stories and experiences since you has hundreds of years above him. Tries not to get jealous whenever you mention an ex, even if it was before he was born.

— Even when you’re growing old together you suggest that you could turn him into a vampire he tells you a hard no.

— You went through many lovers during your lifetime but for Price you’ve never had this much love and loyalty to a mortal like him before. So once he died, a part of you died as well.

— You were unable to move on, you already experienced the result of falling in love with an mortal but you’ve come to hate love and mortals forever.

— Or another fear you have is that you pray that he won’t end up being dead whenever you enter a bloodthirsty rampage or state.

— You often wake up thinking the worse, waking up to the sight of John laying in his pool of blood his body on display with obvious sight of a gore feed.

— Or whenever he’s heavily injured near the blink of death he wants you to kill him, if he cannot be saved. — He’ll beg for you to put him out of his misery he’ll hug you tightly with his grip slowly loosening as he dies in your arms.

THE END

[lady-phasma]

November follower milestone celebration!!

I'm trying to plan my next project in advance and I need your help! If you would like to participate (anon requests welcome too, of course), please submit a request for one (max two) of the prompts from this list and include which character or combination of characters from IWTV you would like for the prompt. (If not mentioned in the request, the style will be x reader, all readers will be fem or gn if not specifically indicated in the request.)

The resulting fics won't be posted until November, but the sooner you send in a request, the sooner I can get started writing.

Note: I won't write fem!reader for Louis and I'm not great at male reader (I may try it again soon), but I am open to gn!reader requests for him or canonical ships. 💜

Thank you to all of my lovely followers from all the fandoms! I'm celebrating with Interview characters because it's my current (and longest-running) hyperfixation and because so many of my new followers are in this fandom. I love you all!

[cece693]

Pain (Lestat de Lioncourt x Male Vamp. Reader)

This small fic came to me while looking through Pinterest. You know those little 'aesthetic' quotes? Well, it came from this one specifically: 'I loved you even when it hurt.' This fic includes things from both the movie and TV show, so no specific Lestat was used for inspiration. Enjoy.

Summary: On the anniversary of his transformation, m/r can't help but remember his past: one that includes his ex-lover and sire, Lestat de Lioncourt.

M/n was tired. Though his outward appearance betrayed no signs of aging—no wrinkles, no gray hair, no creaking bones—the weight of centuries bore down on him. As he gazed at the midnight sun, a harbinger of his impending retreat to his coffin, m/n decided to indulge himself and spend more time out in the open. After all, this was the only time he could enjoy the new wonders of the world, yet this was not just any ordinary day. Tonight marked the anniversary of m/n's transformation into one of the undead.

Reflecting on the past, m/n reminisced about the persuasive allure of Lestat, the vampire who had sweet-talked his way around rationality, promising a life brimming with pleasure and abundance. In the initial decades, it was a splendid existence.

Lestat had a way of making m/n feel truly special. The once mundane aspects of mortal life were now elevated to extraordinary heights in the vampiric realm, and Lestat made sure m/n felt the full extent of his newfound powers.

There were moonlit strolls through shadowy alleyways, where Lestat shared the secrets of their immortal world. He spoke of the intoxicating thrill of the hunt, the taste of forbidden blood, and the freedom that came with transcending the limitations of mortality. Lestat created a world where every moment felt like an eternity of bliss. However, m/n should've known his novelty would wear off.

Lestat was a man driven by desire and ambition, wanting to taste the newest and finest things in life. What would m/n offer to such a monster who had already taken everything? So when Lestat's attention was redirected to another human named Louis, m/n felt pain.

He was angry at Lestat for casting him aside, yet the blame couldn't be placed on him alone—m/n should've known that a creature such as Lestat could never be tied down, despite how much he proclaimed to love you. So, when the ethereally beautiful vampire introduced Louis as his newest creation, a realization dawned on m/n. Lestat wasn't his anymore.

And Louis, the unwitting figure in their love triangle, bore no blame for his and Lestat's fallout. M/n grappled with conflicting emotions, attempting to cultivate hatred towards the vampire who seemed to have stolen Lestat away. Yet, against his own efforts, all he could muster was pity. For as much as Louis and Lestat showcased their 'love' through tender kisses and clandestine touches, m/n saw through the facade.

In the quiet moments when Lestat thought no one was watching, m/n observed the flickers of longing and boredom in the vampire's blue eyes. It became evident that the passion between Louis and him, while palpable, was also marred by perpetual restlessness. Not even months into Louis' stay did the cracks in their relationship begin to manifest themselves.

"Out with Antoinette?" Louis would hiss, the accusatory tone hanging heavy in the air, ensuing another argument between the two. As the discord between Louis and Lestat escalated, M/n found himself unwittingly becoming a refuge for Lestat. The vampire, seeking solace in the familiar, turned to M/n whenever the storms of conflict raged with Louis. In those moments of anger, Lestat was M/n's again, yet it also drove him to the brink of madness and unhappiness.

He had days, if lucky, where things would go back to how they were—a semblance of the love they once shared. But whenever the storms settled between Louis and Lestat, m/n would be relegated to loneliness once more. One day, unable to bear the emotional rollercoaster any longer, he confronted Lestat. The air was thick with tension as they stood facing each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily between them.

"You can't keep doing this, Lestat." M/n pleaded, the frustration and anguish evident in his voice. "Keep me here when you clearly love Louis. How would you like it if I were to do the same?"

M/n regretted saying anything as Lestat's eyes darkened, and a snarl emerged on the vampire's lips. In a sudden, swift motion, Lestat pinned m/n to the wall, his grip firm and possessive. The room seemed to close in as Lestat hissed, "You belong to me."

"I don't belong to anyone." M/n retorted, anger engulfing his body.

Lestat laughed coldly in his face, grip tightening, he smirked. "That's where you're wrong, love," he taunted, his voice dripping with both amusement and cruelty. "I own you…"

The possessive declaration sent a chill down m/n's spine, his anger giving way to a growing sense of unease. Lestat's dark laughter reverberated in the confined space, echoing the shifting power dynamics between them. Trapped against the wall, m/n felt the weight of Lestat's control, a dominance that left him conflicted and vulnerable.

Lestat's smirk widened, his gaze predatory as he continued, "You're mine to protect, mine to control. I've tasted your blood, felt your heartbeat sync with mine. You're bound to me in ways you can't comprehend."

M/n, trapped against the wall, felt a cold chill run down his spine at Lestat's words. The once cherished intimacy between them now felt like chains, binding M/n to a fate he hadn't fully understood.

In a moment of intense emotion, Lestat, fueled by the strange dance of power and desire, leaned in, capturing m/n's lips in a possessive kiss. The meeting of their mouths was both a declaration of dominance and a desperate attempt of Lestat's to re-establish his control over m/n.

Perhaps, in his pursuit of novelty and excitement, he had unknowingly neglected his first creation in favor of the alluring Louis. However, what neither m/n nor Louis knew was that, hidden beneath the layers of Lestat's charismatic exterior, there existed a capacity for love.

As Lestat's lips sought dominance in the heated kiss, there was an intricate play of emotions beneath the surface.

The neglect that m/n had felt wasn't an absence of love but rather a reflection of Lestat's internal struggle to navigate the complexities of immortal relationships. Lestat, a vampire with a history of numerous lovers, had reveled in the pleasures of passion without feeling a deep emotional connection—until m/n entered the picture. Even his intense relationship with Louis didn't compare to the profound connection he shared with m/n.

As the intensity of their heated kiss began to wane, Lestat pulled away, his eyes fixed on m/n with a mixture of possessiveness and intensity. "If you dare to run away," Lestat whispered, "Know that I'll drag you back to my side. And that's a promise."

[i-arch-my-backula]

Immortal Lovers: Lestat De Lioncourt x Male Reader x Louis Point Du Lac

This is for the IWTV show btw. I haven't finished season one as of writing this but I just know that I needed to write something for these two gay vampires.

Content includes: No warnings I can think of

New Orleans, 1923. You just came here from up north no more than five months ago, trying to escape what happened to you there, hoping and praying that being this far from home will grant you the ability to start life again. You got yourself an apartment, not a great one, but a livable one. Your previous work with making clothes afforded you a job with a tailor, making enough to start saving and live off of. 

You’re by no means living it large and super rich, but you’re making it somewhat, which is better than what happened where you were before. So here you are, leaving your new job as a tailor at nine pm, the sun having set a little over an hour ago. 

‘Let’s hope the rain isn’t too bad tonight. I can’t handle any more leaks in my ceiling.’ You think to yourself, locking up the shop and walking down the street, putting your hat on and your hands in your pockets. You hear the bustling nightlife of New Orleans, all the speakeasies hidden in the city muffling the sounds, but all other nightlife areas still bustling with everyone partying. 

But all you want to do is get back to your apartment, get in bed, and sleep these past couple of days off. You pass by several people on your way home, so when you pass by a black man and a man with blonde hair, you don’t pay them much mind. 

‘They look like a handsome pair.’ You think to yourself, glancing at them as you pass them by, not paying them much else mind. You hear them speak to each other, something you can’t quite make out, but it’s none of your business anyway. It’s a good idea to keep a low profile here. You don’t want the wrong kind of attention on yourself. If the wrong person finds you here and spreads the word around that you’re a homosexual, you’ll have to pack up and leave again. 

You pass by that restaurant near your house before finally getting back to your apartment, not even bothering to turn on the lights. You take off your shoes and suit jacket. You strip yourself down to your boxers and just get into bed, too tired to anything but sleep.

Your alarm goes off the next day and you shut it off, rubbing your eyes and sitting up in bed. You get ready for the day and take your wallet out of your pants pockets from yesterday. You open your wallet and find your business card missing, strange. But maybe it slipped out last night, no big deal, you’ll pick up another one tomorrow when you work again. 

After getting ready for the day you’re about to settle in to read a book when there’s a knock at your door, you open it up to find your boss, Mr. Westwood, outside waiting for you. 

“Ah, I’m glad your home Y/N.” He says, pulling a cigarette out of his suit pocket and lighting it up. “I have a very wealthy client coming in late tonight to get fitted for a new suit. He’s the top paying client I have, so I’ll need some help. Can you make it around 10 pm or so?” He asks, taking a drag of his cigarette. You nod your head and smooth over your hair. 

“Yes sir I can. You can count on me.” You give him a small smile and he smiles back at you. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” He says, patting your shoulder. He takes another drag of his cigarette.

“Is this a client I have met before or do I have the pleasure of meeting another wonderful person here in New Orleans?” You ask, smiling softly at Mr. Westwood. He’s an older man, all of his hair gray and slightly thinning, but he’s still there, kicking it and making a living.

 “He’s someone you have yet to meet. Lestat Lioncourt, a Frenchman. But I’m glad to have you on board. I’ll see you at ten.” And with that, he leaves. 

You arrive at the tailor shop at 9:50, ten minutes early to meet your boss there. He’s getting his supplies ready when he notices you. 

“Ah there you are me boy.” He says, patting your shoulder in a fatherly way. “I hope you’re ready to help me with this. Mr. Lioncourt isn’t a difficult customer, but I like to make him feel at home anyway.” You help Mr. Westwood prepare for this customer, and soon enough, when the clock strikes 10 pm, in walks Mr. Lioncourt. 

To your surprise, he’s the blonde man you passed on the street yesterday. He gives you a smile and you smile back, but you don’t mention what happened earlier. 

“Ah, wonderful to see you Mr. Lioncourt.” Mr. Westwood says, shaking his hand. 

“Wonderful to see you too Mr. Westwood.” He says with a French accent lacing his words, shaking his hand back. “But you can call me Lestat.” He turns his attention towards you, something glimmering in his bright blue eyes. 

“You must be Mr. Westwood’s new assistant.” Lestat says, shaking your hand. You nod your head and smile back at him. 

“Yes I am Mr. Lioncourt. I’m Y/N L/N, I just started a couple weeks ago. I’m very happy to help him here.” Lestat smiles and looks you up and down before returning his attention to Mr. Westwood. 

“Now, as for my new suit, I was hoping for something with a lighter color pallet, and brown buttons.” He says as Mr. Westwood takes off Lestat’s suit jacket. 

Mr. Westwood hums and nods his head. You take Lestat’s suit jacket from him and carefully place it on a coat hanger. 

“Yes I think that would work nicely with the upcoming season. Something light in color but still warm enough to be functional.” Mr. Westwood says. Lestat raises up his arms and Mr. Westwood starts to take his measurements, calling them out to you as you write them down quickly. “Very well built I must say Lestat. If only all of us could have your body type.” 

‘He is quite handsome.’ You think to yourself. Lestat chuckles and lowers his arms. 

“Yes, well I am a lucky man to have the right diet for this body.” He says, his accent peaking out a bit more.

You work with Mr. Westwood for an hour and a half, showing Lestat different fabric swatches and button styles. Showing him the different popular styles of suits coming straight from fashion designers themselves, going deep into the process with him. 

“We have a lovely new swatch of a lining satin that would look wonderful on the inside of your suit. Give me just a moment to grab that.” Mr. Westwood says, leaving you and Lestat alone in the room together. 

‘He’s even more handsome now that I’ve got a better look at him.’ You think to yourself, busying yourself with writing down the preferences for Lestat. He chuckles and looks over at you. 

“I don’t believe you’re from around here.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. You look over at him, a little surprised, but you understand he just wants to make some kind of conversation with you. 

“Oh yes I’m not from around here. I’m from up north in New England.” You explain, setting down the pen in your hand. Lestat hums and smooths his hands over his button up shirt. 

“Why move here? Very far from home aren’t you?” He asks, that accent of his still there, making your stomach feel some kind of way. 

“Oh yes it is. I didn’t have much going on for me up north and I had heard so many promising things about New Orleans that I had to come see it for myself. I guess I just got lucky.” You explain, keeping a smile on your face. 

‘Even his voice is handsome. I envy the woman he’s married to.’ You think to yourself again, looking down at his hands, noticing he’s not wearing a wedding ring. 

“Yes, well I understand wanting to leave home. I left France a while ago, but I quite enjoy it here. A great bustling nightlife, wonderful food, good people. I can see why you’d want to move here.” Lestat says, giving you a smile. 

‘You’re quite handsome yourself mon cher’ You hear his voice say in your head. Your back straightens and you look around the room. But Lestat has turned away from you, focusing his attention back on the fabric swatches for his new suit. You know you heard his voice say that, it’s not like your inner monologue or some kind of memory of his voice. Maybe it’s just the late night you’re having. There's no need to worry at all. 

Mr. Westwood soon returns and you get on with fitting Lestat for his new suit without a problem. At around 12:30 in the morning he leaves and so do you, letting Mr. Westwood close up shop for himself. You walk back home again, passing by that same restaurant, a couple of employees cleaning up after close. 

You get back to your apartment and notice a letter taped to the front of it. You take it off and open your door, stepping inside and turning on the light. It’s too late for the mailman to be here. Maybe your landlord needed something from you. Opening it up you find the familiar hand writing of your friend Mary Ann. You sigh a breath of relief and read the letter as you take off your coat.

‘Hello Y/N. I know that it’s terribly late but I wanted to stop by and schedule a time for us to speak. I was around your apartment when I noticed a man already there, knocking on your door. He looked somewhat like you, I assume he’s the brother you’ve mentioned before. 

Because of how you described your relationship with your family I’m not sure what he was doing there, but I bet it wasn’t very good. Now if you’ll meet me for dinner tomorrow at that restaurant near here, Autumn dreams I think it’s called, at around seven I’d greatly appreciate that. I do miss you dearly.

-Much love, Mary Ann’

After letting her words sink in you find your chest tightening, your heart beating faster than before. Your brother, coming here to look for you. After the words your parents exchanged with you after they caught what you were doing with your friend William, you know that it can’t be a good reason that he’s there. 

But you’re not going to let this anxiety consume you tonight, you’re going to go to bed, get some important things done tomorrow, and go have dinner with Marry Ann. So that’s what you do, you get ready for bed, and try to fall asleep. But that nagging feeling in the back of your mind won’t leave you alone about your brother and what he could have wanted with you. Or maybe it was someone else. After all, your family is all the way up in New England.

Your family isn’t rich enough to hire some kind of private investigator either. You shouldn’t worry about a thing, you shouldn’t worry at all. If something happens, you have a gun in your apartment. You’ll be safe. And with those consoling thoughts in your head, you drift off into sleep. 

The next day, around four in the afternoon you’re busy washing up the dishes you’ve piled up in your sink when you hear a knock at your door, then a voice calls out. 

“Oh Jesus, Mary, and Joseph Y/N do I have a story to tell you!” Mary Ann shouts. You dry off your hands and let her in. She quickly walks inside, holding a small traveling case in her hand, no doubt full of things to get ready with for your dinner tonight. “So I was standing on the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette, and waiting for the right time to cross the street when a man in a motor car comes up and parks in front of me.” She says, her creole accent poking through her words. 

“So he starts telling me about how this motor car is far better than any horse carriage that money can buy and he wants to take me for a ride.” She sets down her traveling case and slides off her long coat. “So I tell him to go kick rocks because I’m not interested in taking a ride with him. But he doesn’t want to take no for an answer. So as soon as I see a clearing I toss my cigarette at him and say ‘catcalling gets you nowhere!’ and I leave. He shouted something at me but I didn’t care to listen.” She walks over to you and gives you a French kiss on each cheek, you doing the same to her. 

“You’re over here early.” You say, giving her a smile. “And you did something with your hair.” She nods her head and gives you a spin, showing off her new, shorter hairdo. 

“Oh yes. I went to the salon the other day and the woman who worked with me gave me a permanent wave hairdo. Now all I have to do is wear a silk cap at night and go back to the salon every month or so for upkeep. But I tell you I look like one of those beautiful performers on stage.” She says, setting her coat down on your kitchen table. 

“You’re already beautiful as it is Mary Ann.” You compliment, taking in her hairstyle again. It really was something wonderful. You’ve seen it become more and more popular over time, but now it’s really starting to take off. 

“Did you find out anything about the man I saw at your apartment yesterday?” She asks, pulling a cigarette out of her cardigan pocket. You shake your head and walk back over to your sink. 

“Nothing. I’m sure it was some kind of door to door salesman. Trying to sell me some kind of motor car or insurance.” You say, drying off some of your dishes. 

“Well if anyone gives you any trouble I’m here to help you. Now, I’m getting ready here, I hope you don’t mind.” She says, opening up her traveling case. You shake your head and set down the plate you just dried.

“Not at all. Always happy to entertain a friend.” So as Mary Ann got ready, you did too. Both of you struggling to use your bathroom mirror. You trying to shave and her trying to apply her makeup. It’s a little hard keeping up with all these new trends for women, but Mary Ann is always happy to explain. 

“What happened to corsets?” You ask, buttoning up your shirt. 

“Girdles are more popular now. They’re like corsets but they don’t use steel. They’re new and exciting. Besides, dresses today are so loose you couldn’t see the work of a corset if you tried.” She says, tightening up her girdle and adjusting the slip dress underneath that. 

You put on your cufflinks and smile at her.

“I don’t know how I’d keep up with the world without you Mary Ann.” You say putting on your suspenders. She grabs her dress and slides it on. It’s a beautiful loose dress, ending just above her ankles. You also notice how the waist of the dress is very low, but that’s just the style nowadays. 

You two spend another 20 minutes getting ready before you put on your coats and leave for the restaurant. You two get a table outside, the night not being too cold and chat once you’re there, the sun having already set by the time you’ve gotten your food. You’re in the middle of sipping your drink when you hear a French accent cut through all the noise. 

“Monsieur L/N?” You look over to the sound and see Lestat standing next to your table with another man at his side. You smile and stand up, holding out your hand for him to shake. 

“Oh, Mr. Lioncourt. How wonderful to see you again. I’m just having dinner here with a friend.” You say, looking over at Mary Ann who’s now standing up too, holding out her hand for him to shake. 

“Oh I’m out with a friend too.” Lestat says, shaking your hand, his cold skin making the hair on your arm stand up. The man next to him holds out his hand for you to shake. 

“Louis Pointe Du Lac.” He introduces himself. You take his hand and notice how cold his skin is, just like Lestat’s. 

“Y/N L/N. I met Mr. Lioncourt recently at my job. Your suit will be ready soon.” You say looking back over at Lestat. He chuckles and nods his head. 

“You can call me Lestat Y/N, and thank you.” He says, Louis looks between you and Mary Ann in a casual manner. You’re able to get a closer look at the two of them now. 

‘They really are a handsome pair. If only.’ You think to yourself. Lestat and Louis give each other a look for a moment. 

“Are you French, Mr. Lioncourt?” Mary Ann asks, moving a hand to fix one of her earrings. He chuckles again and nods his head. 

“Yes I am. J'espère que tu ne sors pas avec lui. Parce que nous le voulons pour nous.” He says, clearly showing off his knowledge in front of you two. 

“S'il vous plaît soyez prudent. Vous savez que beaucoup de gens ici parlent français.” Louis says in French back at Lestat. You and Mary Ann look at each other, both enjoying the sight. 

“Notre ami ici ne parle pas français, je vous l'assure.” Lestat says back, patting Louis on the shoulder. 

“Would you two like to come over to our home later in the week. We always enjoy entertaining guests.” Louis says, paying careful attention to you. 

‘I need to tell her.’ You think to yourself. ‘Maybe I can get lucky’. Lestat smiles a little wider. 

“We’d love to. How about tomorrow evening, that works for you, right Y/N?” Mary Ann asks, looking over at you. You look back at her and nod your head. 

“Yes, tomorrow night is great.” 

“Then tomorrow night it is.” Lestat says, something sparkling in his eyes. 

‘You will enjoy yourself. I assure you.’ You hear Lestat’s voice say in your head. You smile despite your confusion, just another case of your mind playing tricks on you.