#but i heard there's vampires so WE WIN

[itsays]

if we don't get only friends season 2 i fear gmmtv 2024 needs to be cancelled altogether

[mashmouths]

they were so caught up in having a woman wear pants in elizabethan england that they forgot they didn't have to involve antisemitism for historical accuracy's sake. in the witch and vampire show.

so i started this show and it just gets worse and worseeeee not only did it lift the romance subplot directly from twilight (and not well) but they also are trying to play the forbidden love angle hard in the fantasy racism vein except it's a "cross-species" relationship between the two whitest people i've ever seen in my life and there are three people of color in the whole (first season of the) show who aren't villains and it seems that every other episode (and sometimes ebery episode and sometimes twice an episode!) there is a man physically or magically subjugating a woman and i keep waiting for the big reveal at the end to be stolen from fucking rainbow rowell

[not-the-cheese]

one sentence summaries of every TMA episode

(1-60 i'll add more soon)

part 2 up!

world's most effective anti-smoking PSA

man DOES NOT open coffin. everyone claps.

woman is judgemental towards neighbor even though she has hobbies that are just as weird.

book makes multiple people fall off chair.

man finds bag of teeth and decides he absolutely needs to fuck around and find out.

worm sti.

there was a SCARY MAN in the WAR.

fuck this tree

well at least ted bundy was a great father :)

i'm like 55% sure vampires are real and i'm willing to take those odds

bitches be dying. you're next.

we kill this man because he made the soda too warm.

sorry ur husband's dead. maybe get some help.

Unbox with me ! (GONE WRONG)

hah i'm safe from this one because i have decided to Never Go Into a Cave Ever.

man is so annoying about this spider that even his cat can't be bothered

man's bully finds a book about a Bone Turner and subsequently begins turning people's bones.

this guy sucks at DIY home improvement

aw maybe this priest didn't do anything THAT bad!

oh fuck nevermind

THE SKY ATE MY SON.

the worms stole my identity. i haven't left the house in days.

man beats german children at game of bravery and wins a coin (he later loses this coin)

my ex boyfriend gets casted in the muppets and dies

sorry mom, i've abandoned jesus for a new religion : jesus in the dark.

tall squiggly and HANDsome

old man arm wrestles demon through door knob

the buzzfeed unsolved guys finally catch a ghost but it's their sound tech

immortality but at what cost

working at the big meat factory was so traumatizing it made me vegetarian

i go to america and get almost killed by a furry

well if you love that wasp nest so much why don't you MARRY it (and then she did)

antisocial boat crew bands together to exclude one guy from a midnight party. he dies from the rejection.

bone apple teeth

remember when that norwegian guy threw a tantrum about us not digging a hole? turns out we were right to not dig that hole.

babe come over my parents have taken ill and passed away

man fucks around and it costs him everything

HOMOPHOBIC CHINESE VASE

oh god oh fuck the worms are here

thank you for participating in worms! please rate your wormsperience from 1 to 10.

the wormsperience has left me deeply scarred. i'm going to get lost in a tunnel about it.

🎸music makes me loose control🎸

spooky stories to tell at the next police slumber party

child threatens to run away and join the circus one too many times, and now the circus has come to cash in.

these mosquitoes are mad sus

man frequents local barnes and noble and then dies(?) after liking a book too much.

realtor gets eaten by the backrooms twice. it's a terrible shame.

both me and this weird goth dude have an unsatisfying italy vacation

guy who turns people's bones gets a new job where he continues to turn people's bones.

man who should never be allowed to build prisons builds a prison.

Something Big Is In The Water.

what if u heard me about 15 feet behind you fumbling around and calling out ur name 😳 (and we were both prison guards)

i'm going to be honest i didn't retain anything from this episode except that this guy has the silliest old man voice ever

everybody hates the tax man, including these creepy taxidermy animals

hmmgh. ant house.

so turns out being only 55% sure that vampires are real in my career as a vampire hunter has had some consequences.

the only thing keeping you company in space is your abandonment issues

🎶 the snack that smiles back 🎶 (my husband!)

maybe the real treasure was the house siblings we encased in spider web along the way.

your dead brother wrote books about ancient myths and WHAT

Part 2

[v4guelyv4mpiric]

ITS HALLOWEEN

the time of the year we are able to buy fangs in retail. and i've tried literally every brand of fangs that spirit halloween carries (and more), so this is my review and recommendations.

Scarecrow Fangs

unpopular opinion, but i did not like these. They're way too expensive, imo and the molding solution sucks and is a nightmare to work with. the fangs themselves are alright.

price: 19.99 us

rating: 5/10

Spirit Halloween

It's surprisingly good! i used these until i broke them - they use thermoplastic for molding, which i think should be the standard for fangs. It's far easier to work with. the plastic is cheaper than Scarecrow, but they feel solid and are a more realistic color (at least for me)

price: 4.99 us

rating: 8/10

Monster High

Oh my ghoul, i love these. These fangs are a bit on the smaller size, which is useful if you're going for subtle. and of course, being monster high, i'm all for them. i mean, that case is adorable

again, these use thermoplastic. Though its imortant to note not to put the fangs themselves in hot water while you're molding them- i warped one by accident. regardless, they are so comfortable and resilient. my second favorites.

price: 9.99 us

rating 9/10

Special FX

we've all seen that video of that girl using these in like 2008 and wanted to be her. at least i did... but im sad to report that these fangs dont work on my anatomy. they mold to your back molars with thermoplastic, and when you press on the bar, the fangs come down. these fit simular to a retainer as they just sit above your teeth.

i, however, am missing one of those molars and cannot line it up right to use them. (never beating the kentuckian stereotype)

price: 9.99

rating: 3/10

Now for the ones not sold at Spirit Halloween

Amazon cosplay fangs

You've most likely seen these before. they're nothing special, but they get the job done. i do like the case they come in! very convenient. But the color is far too unrealistic for me. still, they do use thermoplastic! which is always a win. and theres four sizes, again convenient.

price: 7.99 us (give or take)

rating: 4/10

Dracula Fangs

I had never heard of this brand before someone posted about these on tiktok. i bought them immediately (i am not immune to propaganda, and neither are you), and i gotta say... They're my favorite I've tried.

I got the large ones; and let me tell you, they're massive. definitely not for subtle vamp vibes. They're sharp, too! That's a plus for me, not for everyone, i assume. and they mold with thermoplastic! they come with way more than you need (which you can use to make more fangs if you desire)

they do come in smaller sizes as far as I've seen, but i haven't tried those yet.

price: 20.00 us (i know that's rather pricey)

rating 10/10

honorable(ish) mentions

...

vampire condoms. only get them as a bit. a /j fang if you will.

price: 0.99 (i got mine at dave&busters for 25 tokens)

rating: i am wampire/10

Walmart Fangs

i swore there were some in different packaging, but i can't find those now. these suck (not in the fun way). They're made of rubber, and i dont remember them having any molding agents. just skip these, okay?

price: 2.89 us

rating: 0/10

[cherrywrecked]

bite me — yu jimin.

summary: reader's favorite time of the year is halloween, her favorite mythical creatures are vampires and her fuck buddy, karina, has a developing biting kink.

cw: g!p idol!karina. vampires. aphrodisiac. rough sex with rina. pussy slapping. dirty talking. no condoms. dom!karina.

halloween was long far done, but to you, every day was halloween. i mean, it is your favorite time of the year; anybody could be anyone. you can be a sexy doctor or nurse, a slutty firefighter, a cheerleader, hell, you can even be a fucking vampire. everybody could wear whatever we want with zero judgement and that's what you liked about halloween best. but i honestly you won halloween 2023. you were so committed to it, you even got vampire fangs. crazy? maybe, but your sexual partner loved it best. she only saw it online, but still, who's crazier between the two of you?

karina had been away for a few months for their tour and unfortunately, you weren't together last halloween, but she's now home for the holidays, and it wouldn't be karina if she didn't have anything prepared for me when you got to her apartment. the moment you walked inside the pad, all you could smell was the enticing scent of a dark, elegant and sexy perfume—it was scented candles. it was all over the hallway, as if forming a path for you to walk through. just a few steps away from me was her table and there was a glass of wine atop of it with a note which read, “come straight to my room after you're done with this.” you took your time with the wine, but as soon as you were done with it, you went straight to her room which you didn't have a hard time looking for.

there, karina was sitting on a single couch, a leg crossed over the other. she looked stunning with her black jeans and tight crop top that hugged her beautiful frame. “took you a while since i heard you enter.” she said as she got up from the couch and slowly walked towards you. “it's been a while.” she whispered, face close to yours. she looked so pretty but you started feeling lightheaded and moreover, hot. “karina, why the fuck do you have your ac off?” you asked to which karina only laughed at. she took another step closer, and another, until she pushed you in her bed.

“oh, sweetheart. still as gullible as the first time, aren't you?” she smirked as her index finger traced your chest down to your cleavage through your black lace top. her touch brought shivers down your spine, moreso when she ripped your top open. she was scaring you as you've never seen her like this. “the wine... did you put something in it?” you muttered, biting on your lower lip to bite back the whimpers itching to escape as her fingers played with my nipples. karina smirked, humming. “smart girl, why, is it taking effect already?” you blushed and sure enough, it was. your body was aching for her. instead of replying, you pulled her into a hungry kiss, one arm snaking around her neck as if locking her body close to yours, whilst the other roamed around her body, eventually taking her top off, leaving the both of you now topless.

you felt karina run her tongue along your lips which you then parted and let her in—your tongues danced, fighting for dominance, but you both know she'd win. you can feel yourself get so turned on and wet through your panties just by the kiss. “rina, i need you.” you whispered when she brought her lips to your jaw, tracing the kisses down your neck. she didn't reply, she instead used her hand to cup your womanhood through your panties under your skirt, eliciting a long moan from you. her hands feel so soft against you, you needed more.

moving your hips, you started to hump her palm, palming myself as she kissed your neck, nibbling on patches of your skin to mark her territory. “you enjoy this, don't you? look at your slutty waist, moving on its own.” she chuckled lowly against your ear before pulling away only to take the remaining pieces of clothing off your body. your nipples are so hard and you could already feel your wetness dripping down your cheeks. it's the first time you felt so horny, so needy and all you could think of is her— you wanted her.

“karina, please. i need you. fuck me, mhm? i'll be good. please.” you said as you reached out to hold her. karina only slapped your hands away and roughly spread your legs. she got in between them, her knee pressed against your cunt. you mumbled another profanity and karina's face got closer to you. she only stared at you; “move.” she commanded and you instantly knew what she meant— your hips automatically moved on its own. as if rubbing your clit against her thigh wasn't enough, karina started to slap your mounds alternately. it was too much, your moans started to get higher with every slap. as your skin gets redder with every slap, karina's smirk grew wider—even more when she took notice of the fangs you've had done.

knowing your mounds are already sensitive, karina pulled you in and put one of your nipples into her mouth, licking, sucking and lightly nibbling on it as she played with the other with her hand. karina felt your body shiver, and with one hard suck, your body collapsed on top of her. “you love being a slut for me, mhm?” karina whispered against your skin, earning a loud, whining from you as a response. karina, she thinks—no, she knows she owns your body. she knows it even more than you do, so it wasn't hard for her to know when you're already close to cumming. not saying another word, she used her free hand to palm your clit, making you bury your face against her neck, but the moment she slipped two fingers inside of your hole swiftly which pushed you over the edge, cumming, biting karina's shoulder. she winced it pain, yet groaned from the painful yet pleasurable feeling of your sharp teeth against her soft skin. “rina, rina—!” not even letting you compose yourself, karina started to thrust her fingers in and out roughly of your entrance. collapsing on top of her, pushing her over the bed, your body wiggles, pushing your bottom more against her fingers, grinding against her palm.

“t-that feels s-so good—fuck. more, please! mommy, please, more.” it was the nickname that sparked something in karina. she pulled her fingers out, rolling your bodies over. now with her on top of you, she kisses you on the lips, letting her tongue graze over the sharpness of your fangs. “wait here.” she says as she pulled away, leaving you breathing heavily and still, needy. you started to play with your nipples, tears forming your eyes as you grind your hips against the empty space karina was once were. rubbing your clit, you moaned out her name, and as if on queue, karina was back, naked and a lubricant on her hand. “naughty girl, who told your to touch yourself?” she clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, as she opened the bottle of lubricant, smearing some over your sensitive clit, the coldness of the gel making you shiver. hovering over your torso, her dick sticking out, poking against your mouth. “suck.” with sparkly eyes, you looked up at her as you opened your mouth and took her in. you sucked, licking along the tip of her cock, earning a low grown from karina. “mhm, you take me in so good.” she said before thrusting her hips, forcing her full length inside your mouth, deep throating, suffocating you. she pulls herself back, a string of your saliva and her precum trailing from your lips and her tip.

“karina, i need you to fuck me, please.” your voice was weak and shaky, almost sounding like you're about to cry, but it was just from karina teasing her tip against your clit and your entrance. “yeah? beg for it.” karina laughed menacingly while you could only while as you reached your hand out for her, the other pressing her length against your cunt. “rina, baby... mommy, please. please, please! i'm your good girl, please, fuck me.” karina loved it. she loved hearing your voice so needy, she loved looking at your desperate eyes, she loved that you were so desperate for her and only her.

karina didn't waste any more time and slid her length inside of you, making you arch your back while letting out a long, loud moan in pleasure. karina didn't move, letting you adjust to her length, but she let out a chuckle of amusement as you desperately reached your hand for her, eager to hold her—touch her, as if her body's not against yours just yet. karina started to roll her hips, making you wince yet moan out in both pain and pleasure. god, you were so wet for her and karina loved that atop of it all. with or without the fucking drugs, the both of you knew that only she can make you this fucking turned on. karina started to thrust in you, moaning your name every time her length completely disappears inside your cunt. her dick is so big that with every thrust, she hits every fucking spot possible and it's making you insane. you feel so lightheaded and nothing but senseless begging and chants of her name spilled out of your mouth.

“fuck, baby, you're so wet.” she groaned, slapping your cunt in between every word, each slap making you squeal louder and louder, eyes rolling back. “c-close... i'm soso close, rina!” you announced so fucking loud, karina had to cover your mouth with her palm. “cum with me.” she only replied, putting more force into her thrust, each thrust feeling slower yet so much deeper as your walls clenched around her length. karina used her free hand to rub your clit, heightening your pleasure. forcing yourself to open your eyes, you looked up at her through your lust filled eyes as you brought her hand to your neck, choking yourself with it as you get closer to your high. karina took the initiative to do so, making you smile, biting your lower lip and holy fuck. in karina's eyes, you looked the hottest lile that. god, that stupid vampire fang of yours.

feeling a familiar knot forming, karina drops and pushes her mounds against yours, letting your nipples rub against each other. “cum inside—inside! please, i want to feel you, rina! breed me. fucking breed me, please, please—!” through your moans, you managed to beg for her. at this point, karina could only think so little, she wanted you. she wanted you to have her and nobody else. “i'm cumming, baby—fuck. cum with me...! fuck, i'm cumming!” with your face buried onthe crook of her neck, you wrapped your legs around her waist, not wanting her to pull away, chanting her name along with strings of profanities in between your moans. soon enough, the both of you are cumming—karina shooting her load inside of you at the same time you clenched your walls around her length, making her groan out loud. with your teeth dug on her neck, leaving a mark, karina threw her head back, moaning your name in pleasure, whilst your body squirms and trembles under her.

heavy breathing and whispered profanities were shared as you both laid next to each other. "you're mine, understand? you're all mine." karina muttered as she kissed your lips, hands once again roaming your body. "one more."

hehe, this took a while. i got so sick during the holidays, so i couldn't really post it. anyways, happy holidays, my kitties!

[spooky-bunnys]

Title: Upset Bunny

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers

Pairing: Sakamaki Brothers x Bunny Hybrid M.R

Warnings: swearing

After the last 'grooming' incident, Reji had a stern talking to (Name) about him trying to groom himself. Which made (Name) upset. He was just trying to look good for them! Why was he getting in trouble for that?!

(Name) flopped onto the bed. His long bunny ears were droppy. Singaling his depressed mood. His little tail was dropping as well. Which meant (Name) was deaply upset. Something that was rare since he came to the Sakamaki Mansion.

Normally (Name) was the happy shy bunny they know and love. But right now? He was an upset Bunny that had 'banned' the others from his room for the time being. He couldn't really ban them, since theh could literally teleport into his room. But a few have already tried and was promptly kicked out.

Even Shuu who only wanted to sleep on the bed by him was kicked out. None of the brothers knew what was going on. So they tried asking Yui who only gave them a straight face. Then proceeded to ask them why she'd know anything. So they tried winning over the depressed bunny. By giving him gifts. But the gifts were thrown back at them. Along with a huff the door was slammed in their faces.

Though (Name) didn't slam the door in Subaru's face. (Name) had politely thanked the youngest brother and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Which absolutely infuriated the other brothers. Especially Ayato, who demanded to know why his gift was throw in his face along with the door being slammed. (Name)'s expression didn't change as he slammed the door in the oldest triplets face.

Ayato turned towards the smug youngest brother. "Oi! What makes you so special?! Why did you get a thanks and a kiss on the cheek, while were had our gifts and door slammed in our faces!?" Subaru shrugged. "Don't know. All I know is, (Name) is upset with you. Not me. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and get my lovely flower some more flowers."

With that he disappeared. Leaving the other brothers confused or angery. Reji sighed and pushed up his glasses. "Maybe the human can get the answer out of him. Without upsetting him more." The others grumbled and made their way to Yui's room. Where the girl was studying for a test she was gonna be having next time she went to school.

Yui sighed when she heard rough knocking on her door. Only one person in the house knocked like that. She turned around and was met with five or the six Sakamaki brothers. Who all had different expressions on their faces. "Yes Reji-san. How can I help you?" Before Reji could answer Kanato interrupted. Shoving his annoyed face into Yui's personal space.

"Why is (Name) so angry with us?!" Yui slightly flinched at the raising of his voice. Having grown mostly used to it by now. Yui groaned internally. She thought she had already told them she didn't know. "I already told you guys. I don't and wouldn't know why he's upset with you all." Apparently Kanato didn't like the answer.

"Who else would know then?! (Name) won't speak to us! So how are we supposed to fix the problem?!" Yui could already feel a headache coming. "Have you guys tried talking to him, or did you just shove gifts into his face?" Nobody said anything. Kanato was silent and carefully backed away and hugged his bear tightly.

Yui ran a hand down her face and sighed. "You guys are just. Look. (Name) is probably upset over what happened a few nights ago." The brothers stopped and tried remembering what would've happened in the past few days. Yui could scream right now with how oblivious these vampires could be.

"He tried dressing up. He even tied grooming himself for you guys?" The brothers made humming sounds. But of course they didn't know what the problem was. "Then why is he upset with us?" Yui face-palmed. "He got the brush stuck. Remember? You and Ayato pulled on the brush and Subaru had to help him groom. Then after that Reji lectured him. For trying to look good for you guys."

The brothers were silent. "If I was (Name) I'd be upset about that honestly." Multiple brothers nodded and teleported away leaving Yui to study. She prayed that she was correct or at least somewhat right about why (Name) was in the mood he was currently in. If not Yui truly wouldn't know.

Back in (Name)'s room, (Name) was just trying to nap now. He'd eaten the resh carrots Subaru had given him and he'd fallen asleep. Belly full and under the warm blankets of his comfy bed. That was until he heard knocking on his bedroom door. Now all the brothers knocked on his door. Well, except Laito. He would just teleport no matter the reason.

But each brother had a way of knocking, and the way the knocking sound, (Name) figured it'd be either Shuu or a tired Reji. (Name) groans and turns away from the door. He grabbed the extra pillow and threw it at the door. He didn't hear hear the pillow hit the door or floor and groaned again.

"Please leave. I want to be alone." (Name) felt the bed dip and an arm wrapping around him. "Shuu. Please. Leave me alone." Shuu said nothing but pulled him closer. (Name) huffed and tried to move away, but ultimately failed since he was weaker then the other. Although there was one thing he could do.

(Name) used his ear to smack the other. Making Shuu chuckle. "Naughty bun bun. Are you trying to get punished?" (Name) huffed again and tried to smack the male again, but with the other ear. Which sadly didn't work. Since Shuu had grabbed the ear and gave it a kiss. Making (Name) extremely flustered.

(Name) stopped moving and pouted. Shuu stared for a moment before sighing. "Now will you tell me why you're so upset with us?" (Name) huffed and tried getting away again. Making Shuu sigh again and turn (Name) towards him. Gently grabbing the hybrid's chin, Shuu looked directly into the others eyes.

(Name) silently stared into Shuu's dark blue eyes. They were (Name)'s favorite feature about the eldest Brother. (Name) swears he could stare into those deep blue ocean eyes for the rest of his life. The brothers eyes have always mesmerized him.

"(Name) you can stare into my eyes later. Now tell me whats wrong?" (Name) sighed and started playing with his ears. "Its stupid, but I'm upset about how you guys got upset with me last time. I just wanted to look good for you guys." Shuu deadpanned. "Are you serious?"

(Name) groaned and hid his face in Shuu's chest. "Stupid I know! But seriously! Everytime I try and do something myself I get lectured." Shuu went to retaliate but (Name) continued. "I try to groom myself? Lectured. I try to make my own food? Lectured. I try and do laundry? Lectured. I'm not helpless!"

Shuu flinched. (Name) wasn't exactly lying. His brothers didn't like (Name) doing stuff. They wanted to treat (Name) like a prince, but (Name) liked being independent. He didn't like people doihg stuff for him. He was dependent on himself and the most stubborn person they've ever known.

Shuu sighed. "I'll talk to them. Just rest right now okay?" Shuu ran his fingers through (Name)'s hair. Massaging his ears lightly. It didn't take long for (Name) to fall asleep. A few minutes later more footsteps sounded in the room. Shuu carefully looked over his shoulder. Seeing his other brothers.

Kanato stepped forward and carefully brushed (Name)'s hair from his face. "So he's upset with us, because he thinks we're too controlling basically." Shuu didn't answer them only hugging (Name) closer and closed his eyes. The brothers roll their eyes. "Hey deadbeat." Shuu didn't react. "Thanks for talking to (Name) I guess."

Reji teleported away first. The others slowly following. Shuu opened an eye and huffed. "Whatever Butler-chan." Shuu smirked and played his mp3. Removing a ear bud so (Name) could hear the music too. He kissed (Name)'s forehead and sighed softly.

[dancingbirdie]

Hello there! I adore your fics and how you wrote Astarion! I was hoping you could write something around the succubus scene? I know you get comforted by Astarion later on in the game regarding it, but due to his own trauma and backstory I would have liked to see him stand up for Tav and protect them during that scene itself, instead of just standing by while Tav is being manipulated 🙈

If you could do something around that, it would heal me! 😂🙏

Hi, anon! I hope you enjoy. I really liked your prompt, but I'll admit it did get a bit darker than I had originally thought I'd write it.

Please take note of the content warnings before you read! As always, comments and reacts are appreciated.

No Self-Sacrifices

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Astarion x gn!Reader/Tav

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings/Tags: Discussion/description of dissociation, implied sexual assault, mentions of Astarion's past, descriptions of violence, blood, mild gore, death, angst.

*****

“Why don’t we play a game?” the Raphael-look-alike called to you seductively from the ridiculously lavish bed. “You win, I give you everything you desire. But you’ll enjoy yourself more if you lose.”

Astarion began to sense that all too familiar, uneasy feeling coiling itself tight inside his chest. The premonition that something was about to go utterly, horribly wrong. He risked a glance toward your allies, Lae’zel and Halsin, but they appeared just as woefully confused as you did. As if you all weren’t aware of the trap you’d just walked into. 

“What’s the game?” he heard you ask. He could feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck.

“It’s a surprise! Off with your clothes,” the devil commanded.

There could be no doubt as to what would take place. Surely, Astarion thought, none of his companions could be so blind as to not see what was about to happen. 

Astarion watched as you bit your lip, hesitating. How you looked wildly about the room, as if you were searching for any last-minute way to avoid this. With his preternatural senses, he couldn’t help but be aware of how your heart rate spiked to a frenzied pulsing as you stood there, terrified of what was to come. 

He watched in horror as your shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly. Defeated. Resolving to go through with this. And as you began removing your clothes, his vision turned nearly as red as the fiend on the mattress before you. 

“Good, little thief, good,” the monster crooned, totally unaware of Astarion’s brewing rage. “Keep going like this, and you’ll get to live. You’ll be crying out my name soon, you’d better know it. I am Haarlep, Raphael’s personal incubus…” 

The incubus - Haarlep - prattled on while Astarion continued to seethe with barely-contained fury. His fingers twitched, itching – almost of their own accord – to reach for the crossbow strapped to his back. He began shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet, restless. He caught the glare Lae’zel was leveling at him from his periphery and turned his head slightly to meet it. 

She gave a slight, but obvious, shake of the head. A silent command to stand down. Then he felt the tadpole squirm in his brain, while a voice that was distinctly Lae’zel’s echoed in his mind. 

Don’t act rashly, vampire. We need to gather more information before we strike.

Astarion nearly laughed aloud. The audacity of this Githyanki, willing to let her comrade be violated in such a way. After all they had done for her. For this party. And yet, part of him knew he shouldn’t be so surprised. After all, he had known plenty of “heroes” who had let equally horrible fates befall others without so much as lifting a finger to help them. 

“It matters not to me.” Your deadened reply to Haarlep brought Astarion back to the present moment. He recognized that tone of voice. Knew when someone was trying to dissociate. To disconnect their mind from their body. He knew all too well what that feeling was like. And it was nearly as horrible to watch as it was to experience it for himself.

“Very well, I will be Raphael himself,” Haarlep continued. “All of him. Now, on the bed. Lie back.” 

Astarion made his decision when he saw you begin to take stilted steps toward the bed. Covering yourself with your hands, trying to maintain some modicum of modesty as you climbed up. 

With Haarlep’s attention solely on you, he reached behind him for the crossbow. His index finger felt for the trigger as he pulled it around before him. One swift flick, and an arrow was suddenly lodged in the incubus’ left pectoral.

Chaos erupted as imps suddenly appeared throughout the room, responding to Haarlep’s distressed cry. You toppled off the bed, head knocking onto the floor, as the fiend raged above you, trying to right themselves and extract the arrow from their chest. 

“Tsk’va,” Lae’zel cursed in Gith, hefting her sword over her shoulder and barreling toward the first enemy in sight. “To battle it is, then!” 

Halsin shifted quickly into his bear shape and let loose a formidable roar, charging for another group of imps across the room. 

But Astarion only had eyes for Haarlep. He stalked slowly toward the bed, unsheathing the twin blades from his back as he did so. 

You watched as he gave one brief, wicked smile before utter carnage ensued.

*****

“Kainyak! Your foolishness nearly cost us all our lives,” Lae’zel spat venomously toward Astarion while she wiped her blade free of the fetid black imp blood. “I should strike you down now for acting with such stupidity.”

To his credit, Astarion barely seemed to acknowledge the Githyanki’s formidable censuring. You watched as he slipped his daggers back into the sheaths at the small of his back and readjusted his armor. He picked up his crossbow and shook it free of blood before strapping it back between his shoulder blades.

“You still have all your limbs intact, Lae’zel,” he replied airly. It was a stark contrast to the way he was standing, body as taut as a bowstring. “And wasn’t that bloodshed so much more satisfying than watching the incubus violate our dear party leader?” 

Lae’zel’s mouth snapped shut, but she continued to glare. The vampire had a point, though she was loath to admit it. 

“I, for one, prefer this outcome to the alternative that was before us,” Halsin agreed, rising from where he had been crouched after dismissing his ursine form. He glanced your way but averted his eyes quickly, to your confusion. 

“Best get dressed, darling,” Astarion drawled, coming over to where you still lay prone on the floor. “As delicious as I find your birthday suit to be, I’d wager you’ll fare better in this wretched place with a little more clothing on.” 

He held out a hand to help you rise to your feet. You observed him cautiously, trying to discern the emotion behind his carefully schooled expression. 

“Why?” you whispered. 

He squinted at you, one brow quirked. “Are you seriously asking me why armor is prudent to have on, in a place like this?” He chuckled before adding, “gods, you must’ve smacked your head harder than I thought.”

“No,” you retorted, refusing to be deterred by his cheeky banter. “I mean, why did you attack Haarlep? You’re never one to be spoiling for a fight.”

Astarion scoffed, pressing a hand to his chest as if insulted. “Careful, darling. You’re almost making me out to be a pacifist.”

“You know what I meant, Astarion,” you grumbled as you began donning your leather breeches and jerkin. 

“And would you have preferred to be fucked by that incubus instead?” Astarion bit out derisively. 

Your head whipped up to meet his gaze, hearing the sudden change in his tone. 

“Of course not,” you scowled. “But you could sense how powerful they were. It seemed like the only way to ensure your all’s safety.”

Astarion grimaced. “So you would have just laid down and taken it? For us?”

“I’m not saying I would have enjoyed it,” you hissed. “But to keep you safe? Keep them safe?” you gestured to Lae’zel and Halsin across the room, polishing and re-polishing their weapons as they attempted not to overhear your barely-whispered argument. 

“Of course,” you concluded, voice resolute. 

“Don’t be a fucking martyr. Not for me. Not for them. Not for anyone,” Astarion growled. 

Your brows shot toward your hairline in surprise. 

“We know what we signed up for when we joined this rag-tag group,” he continued, tone icy. “I’d rather fight a hundred fiends than watch you debase yourself to save anyone, including myself.” 

You let loose a mirthless laugh, feeling angry, embarrassed and too completely exposed. Before you could think better of it, your retort was flying past your lips. 

“You know, Astarion, you have a fucking funny way of showing appreciation for your partner who was willing to be violated in order to keep you safe.” 

It was the wrong thing to say. You immediately knew it, and so did the rest of the party. Suddenly it was like the air had been sucked from the room. 

Crimson eyes bored into your own as Astarion took a step forward to meet you, chest to chest. You glared up at him, refusing to back down. Refusing to be chastised for your willingness to protect him. 

The shared air between you was charged. You could almost feel the electricity surging. 

“Need I remind you? I’ve been violated enough times over the past 200 years to know how unequivocally monstrous it is,” he intoned, his voice pitched dangerously low. “I will promise you this. I am finished with having it happen to me, in front of me, or for me.”

Words escaped you. It was all you could do to maintain eye contact with him, feeling the conviction in his tone. The anger that had sustained you up until this point had all but disappeared. In its place was something far more demure. 

“So yes, I fired the first shot that pierced that devil’s skin. Then I eviscerated their neck with my teeth,” he crooned, reverently tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You shivered at his touch, at his dulcet tone that was describing such violence. 

“And I slit his throat with glee,” he continued, cupping your cheek in his palm. “I would do it again. And again. And again. Because I will never witness abuse like what was about to happen, ever again.”

He swept the pad of his thumb over the hollow under your eye, his gaze flicking rapidly over your face. As though he were subconsciously checking you over for any nicks, cuts, or bruises. 

“Do you understand?” he whispered softly. His voice was still laced with rage, but you could tell it was not directed toward you. Really, it never had been. 

The entire situation had obviously touched the most sensitive pressure point within him. Had triggered his urge to fight, to protect, to resist. You couldn’t be angry with him for that. Never. Not one bit. 

You gulped before nodding slightly. “I understand now. I’m sorry.”

You lifted your hand to cover his where it was still cupping your face. Turning slightly, you planted a kiss against his palm. 

“No self-sacrificing on my watch, darling, agreed?” he murmured, wrapping his other arm around your waist in a solid embrace. 

“Agreed,” you confirmed, returning his embrace before venturing on through the House of Hope.

[kimi240302]

Come back to me Part 1

A/N: Before you read this, I want you to know that my native language is different. So I am very sorry for any mistake. Nevertheless, I hope you will like my story and enjoy it.

Summary: The love story between Alec Volturi and Y/N Swan, was an unexpected one. Both didn't know what to make of each other when they found out they were soul mates. But they worked on it and created a beautiful strong love that not even Bella's hatred for the Volturi could destroy. But as in any good love story, tragedy was impossible to avoid in theirs. It came as unexpectedly as their love itself, and made the Cullens and Bella seem to win, while Alec and the Volturi were losing their light in the darkness.

Alec Volturi x Swan!Female!reader

Main Post / Twilight Masterlist/ Come back to me Masterlist

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"I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night me met I dont know what I´m supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you"- Lord Huron/ The Night We Met

Helplessness or powerlessness

Alec didn't know exactly which feeling had been eating away at his insides every day for the past two months, or was it perhaps both? Ever since he'd gotten the call from the Cullen Doctor that the woman he loved more than anything in the world was on the verge of death, Alec had felt like he was in a freefall into darkness. He was not present and yet not absent enough to be able to shut off his emotions from the pain he felt all the time.

Lost in thought, he looked down at his mate and ran soothing motions over her hand that lay in his. Y/N was still lying in the hospital bed in the hospital room in the city that Alec Volturi had learned to hate even more in the last two months than he had hated it before, Forks.

He had not been told exactly what had happened to her, because no one knew for sure how Y/N had left the road with her car and ended up in the lake. There was no storm that evening, no wet or slippery roads or anything else that could have caused the accident. The rest of the facts were also just speculation. Y/N had managed to get out of her car, but the temperature of the water was too cold for her to have the strength to swim to the surface afterwards. She had lost consciousness and only survived by pure luck. This lucky charm was called Jacob Black. He and the other wolves had heard the crash and had run as fast as they could to the lake.

"I always thought that our twentieth birthday would be the only bad memory that would burn itself into my brain and never want to leave." Alec looked away from his sister and ran both hands over his face. He felt something he hadn't felt in several centuries, tiredness. The vampire would love nothing more than to lie down next to his mate, close his eyes and simply sleep away Y/N's absence. But he had long since lost this ability, something he had never regretted until this moment.

Jane, who was standing at the window, looked at her brother in shock. It was the first time she had heard him speak since Y/N's accident, she had come back to check on him every now and then and had never been able to get more than single words out of him. The second thing that shocked her was that she and her brother had never spoken about what had happened, not since they had both turned. Jane sat down in the chair next to Alec and looked at him searchingly. "I'll be honest with you, brother, I've forgotten exactly what happened. Either it was too long ago or my memories are trying to protect me." Alec turned to his sister in surprise. "Really? My memories want to torture me, in this case, I guess. I remember every little detail."

He fell silent for a few moments, turned his gaze away from Jane and looked through the window at the cloudy sky. He had to grin slightly. He hated this town and yet its weather seemed to know exactly how the vampire felt at that moment.

Alec noticed how his sister's gaze seemed to bore deeper into his side profile with every passing second of his silence. His gaze lingered stubbornly outward as he continued. "I remember how you, me and mother were eating dinner when the villagers kicked down our door. I remember them chasing us through the forest with flaming torches and insults. I remember how we were captured and dragged to the dock on the shore. How we were tied to a stake on a pyre and insulted further. I remember mom trying to get to us and fighting against the people holding her. I remember how she broke free. How they grabbed her just before the stake and pushed her to the ground. I remember how she was kicked by the people she had known since childhood. I remember her choking on her own blood." Alec turned his head back to Jane. "But you know what the worst memory from that day is?" The blond vampire shook his head. "The flames. I remember the pain and the smell of our skin burning off piece by piece."

There was an intense silence between the two siblings for a few moments.

"Since when do you remember every detail?" Jane's voice had changed to a soft tone that she only used with her brother and Y/N. Alec's eyes drifted to his mate, reflecting the pain of the last few weeks. "Since the day I saw her lying here like that. Since then, I can't get it out of my head that fate always manages to sweeten my life, only to ruin it afterwards." The black-haired vampire jumped up and walked over to the window. "Alec, Y/N is alive. Carlisle…" "The Cullen doctor, doesn't know if she's waking up. He doesn't even know if she'll ever be able to breathe on her own again without that machine." Alec ran his fingers through his hair again.

His gaze wandered to the machine that displayed Y/N's vital signs and beeped along with her heartbeat. He looked at the machine, from which a tube led into his mate's throat. Alec knew that if it wasn't for that tube, his lover wouldn't even be breathing. The vampire took a closer look at Y/N. Alec swallowed, because there was hardly anything left of the girl from two months ago. Her skin was white and stretched against her body so tightly that you could see every single bone. Her cheeks were sunken and black spots had formed under her eyes. Her hair looked dull as it had lost its shine.

"I should have kept her in Volterra and bitten her the first time we met. Then she wouldn't have had the idea to come back here." Jane stood up instantly and stood in front of her brother, drawing his gaze from his mate. She put her hands to her brother's cheek and looked deep into his eyes.

"Alec, if you had kept her in Volterra the day she was dragged into our world without any preparation and turned her against her wishes, do you really think Y/N would have fallen in love with you? Do you think she wouldn't have listened to the Cullens and seen you for the monster you are to that clan? She would have hated you for the rest of your immortal lives. You would never have been able to reach her." Sadly, Jane turned her gaze to Y/N and back to her brother. "If she doesn't survive this, which I hope she doesn't, at least you had a time together with her that you would want to remember. Y/N loved you and always will. Hold on to that Alec, I beg you not to lose hope now."

Alec let his head grow heavier in his sister's hands. "What if I bite her now…. Maybe I can end this nightmare." Alec lifted his head stepped away from his sister and began his pacing. "I should never have let her go to Forks. The Cullens and her sister don't care about her safety like me, you, or the rest of the Volturi!" His eyes wandered helplessly back and forth between his sister's face and the lifeless-looking body of his mate. The feeling of powerlessness spread through him again, drilling into his bones like a disease.

Jane shook her head. "Carlisle said that our poison might just kill her faster and you couldn't stop her from coming to Forks. After all, she wanted to say goodbye to her father. You know she wouldn't have been able to see her father after her transformation." "Then I should have gone with her…" "Alec, you can't undo what happened. So stop blaming yourself." "I can't lose her Jane, I can lose anyone but her." Jane nodded knowingly. "I know Alec." She whispered. Alec stopped and accepted his twin's embrace. He tightened his hands in her top and lowered his head into the crook of her neck.

They were both there when their master Marcus lost his mate and how he was broken by it. They also saw how he suffered every day. Jane didn't want her brother to suffer the same fate. That's why she had taken the message that Y/N wanted to be turned very well. That way, the young girl would be out of the danger of being human. But ever since the call had arrived in Volterra saying that Y/N was on the brink of death, the thought that Alec could end up like Marcus was a shadow of every action the siblings had taken. Jane couldn't lose her brother and even if the blonde vampire didn't want to admit it, the same was true for Y/N. For the young girl had burned herself into her cold, non-beating heart. Jane also knew that it wasn't just her, but every single vampire who lived in Volterra.

Y/N had earned the nickname "The Sunshine of the Volturi". Because no matter how many prejudices the Cullens and her sister had tried to put into Y/N to turn her against the Volturi. The young woman had created her own images of each individual vampire, which placed her in a special role for each one. For the three kings and their wives, she became a daughter, someone they all wanted to take under their wing and show everything the world had to offer. To Felix, Demetri, Santiago, Afton, Chelsea and Jane, she became a sister. For the rest of the Volturi guard, she became a friend. For Alec, she became his companion, the love of his life and his best friend. What united the Volturi was one thought when it came to Y/N; they all wanted to protect her, whatever the cost.

Alec detached himself from his sister completely, walked around her and sat back down by his mate's bed.

"I'm so sick of this hospital room." He murmured. Carefully, Alec reached for Y/N's hand and clasped it with both of his. Slowly, he brought it to his mouth so he could leave a kiss on her fingers. Alec cursed his vampire existence at that moment, more than on other days. Because she had taken away his ability to cry. All he could utter was a silent whimper. Alec carefully placed Y/N's hand back on the mattress. He leaned towards the bed so that he could place one of his hands on her cheek while the other stroked tenderly through her hair. His eyes clouded over with pain.

"Did you know that you are so important to the Volturi that even the kings themselves were here to see you? Although Master Aro could see you through Demetris or through someone else, all three wanted to see it with their own eyes." He paused for a few seconds. "I think by now every Volturi has been here once. Your sister and the Cullens throw a fit every time they see another one of us." Jane quietly sat back down in her old seat and watched her brother closely. He removed his hand from her cheek and placed it on Y/N's hand.

"What I want to say to you, my Love, everyone misses you and everyone prays, I don't know to what or to whom, that you will open your eyes and brighten our lives with your light again. Volterra is so cold and dark without you. I miss you, so terribly that I can't even describe it anymore." Alec bit his lips and squinted his eyes. Jane placed her hand over Alec's and Y/N's. "Y/N I beg you come back to me, don't leave me behind in this world."

Jane opened her mouth to say something reassuring, but she was startled and looked down at the hand she had placed on her brother's and Y/N. Alec's eyes snapped open too, his movements in Y/N's hair stopped.

"Tell me you felt that too! Tell me I'm not going crazy Jane!" Jane just looked stunned at their joined hands and then at Y/N's face. "Alec…" Alec took his eyes off the hands and looked at his sister. She pointed at Y/N with her free hand, "Look!"

Y/N's eyelids twitched slightly and all hell broke loose.

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@rosedpetal @bofadeezs

[agirlandhersweetdelusions]

Vampire girlfriend who is too shy to feed on her partner in public even though she's starving. It's not that she isn't dying (not literally) to taste your blood, but her bite is a little too pleasurable for you to handle. Bystanders and commoners shouldn't get to see her lover that way, so she takes matters into her own hands - well, fangs. 🩸

Feminine Reader X Vampire Girlfriend

CW: Mentions of blood, slight panic attack, heavy smut, some aftercare, wlw themes as the reader has a vagina.

"Honey," you whisper in her ear despite the fact that she's seated next to you. It was a sunny afternoon, and both of you thought it would be a good idea to have a picnic at the park.

Your girlfriend, a vampire, was the most excited for it. She loved indulging in outdoor activities even if it meant wearing loads of sunscreen. You, however, wanted to make sure she was safe so instead of a walk, you suggested sitting under a large umbrella and playing a card game.

You had just accepted your second defeat at Uno when you heard a low rumble similar to the others that had been occurring for the last few minutes.

"You need to eat." Keeping your voice low wasn't necessary, but it was best to approach her with sensitivity when this subject came about.

Already, she was leaning away from you with her brow furrowed. Her fangs peeked out as she pursed her lips.

"No. I can't. Not here. You know the feeding is a private thing between -"

You cut her off, "I know. I know, but that's the point of a picnic, isn't it? We get to wear our spring linens, sit with the tall grass, and share a meal together. I already ate the berries and the sandwich you packed for me. You haven't had a thing to eat all day."

She rolls her hands, but the anguish rolls off her shoulders at your words. A hand covers her belly. She's starving. Normally, winning at anything would've had her pumping her fists with joy, but she's resigned.

You straighten, eyeing down the rest of the people enjoying the day. There are a few children playing with chalk near the sidewalk, and an older gentleman reads a book on an adjacent bench. It's definitely not as packed as you would've thought.

Still, you need her to eat, but more importantly you need her. The first time she fed on you she neglected to mention that her bite would trigger a sensation that felt like fireworks going off inside your body. It was a rush, pleasuring crashing down on you in waves. Perhaps, you craved it, but she didn't need to know that.

Except that she already did.

*GF POV*

She was achingly warm beneath the umbrella. It was a sweet gesture, sure, but a black lace umbrella was hardly doing anything more than being out in the bare sun.

Still, she loved your willingness to accommodate her. She just wished you would be more considerate of how beautiful you are.

You surveyed the park, and she could see the increasing worry flitting in your eyes. You wanted her to eat, to feed. You wanted it because you cared about her deeply, but it doesn't end there.

The act of her fangs breaking your skin made her stomach twist. It seemed like it hurt, but she knew better. The quiet moans that escape your lips as she barrels down, forcing her fangs deeper into you replicate the way you bend at her every whim when she's between your legs.

Your head becomes weighed, and she ends up supporting you as she finishes drinking. Her tongue laps out to catch the last ruby droplets as she prys herself away from you. Of course, by then you're already nuzzled against her, two orgasms in and basking in the afterglow.

Presently, she could sense the lust wafting from you in clouds. It was a red haze that ate at the edges of her vision. She's only ever experienced it with you.

You were needy, hungry for something that wasn't a summer crisp peach. She was hungry as well, but for a meal and the writhe of your warm skin against her chest.

She stands, covering her soulless eyes with a pair of shades. You give her a puzzled look before realizing that she's in direct sun.

"Baby -" you start, but she's already walking away.

"Come with me, dear girl. I have something for you, and you have something for me, too," she says as shooks you a pointed look over her shoulder.

She doesn't turn to see you stand, but your footsteps quickly approach from behind. You haven't caught on yet.

The two of you walk for a few seconds in silence before she takes you by the hand, interlacing your fingers to make lukewarm bliss.

"You were right as much as I hate to admit it. I'm starving, darling."

"I knew it!" You exclaim. Thus, your excitement takes over. You become so lost in conversation that you fail to recognize the cautious looks that your girlfriend gave to the area, and that the scenery had changed from postcard to halloween attraction.

You stop walking immediately once the fog reaches your feet.

"The woods. We're in the woods?" You ask, puzzled. It all becomes a little too much when nobody responds to you.

She's gone. Your girlfriend is gone and you are alone with the scream of the crows.

Unfortunately, you were too busy celebrating your ego to map the way back out. How could she leave you? Is she ok? Did something happen?

Sweat beads up on your palms, and you close your eyes. Before long, sticks begin to crackle around you, disrupting your attempt at calming.

Your heart hammers in your chest.

"Don't come any closer! I'll do whatever you want just leave me alone!" You shout at the sky. The answer doesn't come in the form of a voice, yet in a blink you're pinned to an oak tree. The impact jars you. Blinking to recover your vision, you expect to find a merciless killer.

Instead, two voided eyes stare back at you, and you realize there are hands grasping at your hips. The nails are long, wild.

"Sorry, dearest, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I know you're just as eager as I am."

There is no trace of love in her voice, yet the way her hands caress your skin, sliding up your waist to hold you in place - you want her more. She's gone full vamp.

"I had to bring you out here. You know that I'm not keen on sharing my meals," one of her hands finds their way to your chin. You're forced to meet her eyes.

"Sweet girl, I am so fucking hungry, but I feel like it's cheating when I go straight for the bite. Do you mind if I prep my lunch?"

You nod weakly, and she smirks before burying her nose in your neck. At first, you think she's lost herself and that a nip followed by pain and pulsing pleasure will come. What follows is only pleasure.

Her clawed fingertips dig into your skin. The tip of her tongue kitten licking over the spot she drank from last before she continues on her predetermined trail.

Wet kisses pattern themselves over your neck and down your chest. She doesn't bother to remove your shirt, but she pays extra attention to where your nipples would be under the fabric.

"Your heart is beating quite fast, darling. I love it. Did you know -" she stops to plant a series of kisses on your inner thighs.

"You taste so good when your blood races. It's like a martini to me," and the way she laughs after, drunkenly, excitedly has your heart going at light speed.

"Let's get these off. They're in my way, and I wouldn't want to rip them after last time. You loved those panties so much."

You raise your hips in response, allowing your girlfriend to slide your bottoms and the soft cotton down to your ankles. She briefly holds your hand and guides you out of the tangled mess of clothes before giving you a light shove back to the tree.

She doesn't speak, but a low rumble emits from some part of her body. "did she just purr," you think to yourself. The thought isn't entertained for long. You hardly have time to contemplate anything before her pointed tongue is on you again.

She wastes no time latching your hands onto her hair. "Still yourself," she mumbles, mouth full of you.

Her lips wrap around the bundle of nerves surrounding your clit, and her shoulder relax. For a moment, she regains a bit of color to her skin, and she hums.

The vibrations travel like electricity up your spine, and you moan in unison with her. Instinctively, your hips buck into her. Her claws only sink deeper into your flesh, and you fear that she may draw blood. It wouldn't be the first time, but you love the way she feels right now.

The air is filled with the smell of pussy and wet moss, the trees are still. Her desperate grunts and your whines join the chorus of crickets.

Peace doesn't last for long though as her tongue works its way into you, her nose brushing your abdomen. Her tongue. Her fucking tongue. It curves into a perfect point, and you swear she can move the base and the tip separately. She has to because how else would she be tickling your g-spot and filling you so sweetly.

"B-baby," you try for a sentence, but the words evaporate from the building heat in your core.

She grunts again. A hard slap lands on your hip. Instantly, you are empty, grinding against the cool night air for friction.

Your girlfriend belly laughs, her face glistening in your juices. You apply pressure to her head in a weak attempt at coercing her back into place. She slaps your hands again, and eyes you down.

"Count." She says the singular word as if it holds weight.

"Count for what?"

"Count. Count to three, darling." Again, she speaks to you as if you're fine china, yet the distant and unwavering gaze she holds on your cunt doesn't settle the itch that lurks beneath your skin.

You swallow hard.

Your voice comes out meek.

"One," you hesitate to see her reaction, but she is stone still on her knees.

"T-two." Her eyebrow twitches and you feel your hips being released the smallest amount. If you dropped a pin into the brush, you'd hear every pittering sound wave.

Your lips part to say "three," but as if she can hear the words gurgling up from your throat, she moves. She is fast. Inhumanly fast and you only know she's moved because of the indent in the grass where she was.

"Fuck."

It's the last thing you think before you see red. The rest of the rainbow follows along with a few stray stars, but you couldn't name a single color. They meld into one - burgundy - as she sinks her freshly sharpened fangs into the side of your neck.

She doesn't go deep. Hell, her tongue was deeper in your pussy than her fangs have ever gone into your flesh, but the feeling is cosmic.

You're weightless. Your veins are nothing more than vessels for her, and even though the current is being sucked out of you, it feels like it's rolling down to your clit.

Pulsing throbs beat in the sensitive nub, and you fight her. Your body needs her again. She doesn't deny you. She continues to feed, yet one of her hands snakes down to your cunt. She pinches and rubs circles across your neediest areas.

A strangled gasp leaves your lips. Tears well up in your eyes, and you begin to feel dizzy. Every tug of her fangs is a phantom tongue inside of you, fucking you against the moist bark.

You reach into the darkness for her, stretching across that burgundy haze. She rubs faster, targeting your clit with a few slaps when you get too loud.

"Need to cum. Please, let me cum. Please. Just don't stop fucking me," you're drunk on lust. She isn't even inside you, and here you are begging the woman that's taking your blood, your life from you.

She complies. At least, that's what you assume because you begin to contract. Spasms of lightning echo through your limbs, and her movements take on a harmony of their own. Your wetness becomes a melody. She rides you through your orgasm like an instrument that she's playing a dozen times.

She doesn't stop until you do. The colors cease to swirl in your mind. Light as feather you are when you begin to slide towards the earth. She supports you. Her body clothespinning your back to the tree as she finishes.

Her fangs make their slow retreat from your neck. Pulling out feelings nearly as good as being fed on. You whimper quietly, and she chuckles at your exhaustion.

Once her fangs are out, she uses her tongue to lick the wound clean. You heal quickly from her saliva, and no trace of pain is present.

She finally lowers you onto the grass. Following suit, she kneels in front of you. A cold hand stroking your cheek.

"Thank you, darling. I was rather peckish this afternoon. You made a fine meal."

You smile hazily. You can make out her figure through your blurring vision, but sleep is coming for you.

You feel yourself being lifted, the up and down of footsteps lulling you into a comfortable rest.

"We'll be home soon, sweet girl. I've got you," your girlfriend whispers to your sleeping form.

[inquisitornocturn]

⊱─ 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕖 ─⊰

➺ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Ascended Astarion/f!reader

➺ 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: no y/n is used, rating - E, smut, improper use of charm spell (sorta), vampiric charming, dub-con I guess?, PiV, fingering, blood drinking, creampie, breeding kink, waiter there's a tiny bit of plot in my porn

➺ 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: only a stupid rogue would try to rob a suspected Vampire Lord but here you are, doing exactly that. well, right until you get caught with your greedy fingers picking a lock. surprisingly enough, Lord Astarion is not mad when he finds a thief in his chambers. how (un)fortunate you are that he thinks you're beautiful. and his punishment might yet become a reward instead.

➺ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 4,257

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Astarion breeding kink this, breeding kink that, well, here i am trying my own hand at it for the very first time ever. i don't know how good it is but i had fun writing it! this one shot started as something else, but well, here we are, being horny. enjoy! <3

p.s. in regards of "improper use of charm spell" tag - Astarion is using his vampiric charm on reader, she is completely under his control for most of the fic and thus i marked this as dubcon but she only truly consents towards the end of it. so if you're not into this type of thing click out.

You’re stupid, oh yes you are.

You suspected so even before you broke into the palace.

Like last night, when at the Blushing Mermaid your thieving buddies dared you to break into this grand home and steal an item two of them have been hired to steal. By whom? That never matters in your line of work. But you were drunk and too proud of your own skill in thievery. You boasted that you could do it the next night and so they dared you. You took their dare but when you woke up this morning you realized how badly this could end.

Breaking into the palace of a suspected Vampire Lord is something you never attempted nor have many others. But here you are now, attempting the stupidest heist of your life and only now you’re realizing just how stupid indeed you have been the night before and even more so tonight, for coming here, for breaking in and making it this far. Shit, you don’t even remember what consequences of failing this dare are anymore, you were too arrogant in your drunken haze and you might actually get killed.

So now you’re here, in a small, windowless, positively secret room, adjacent to Lord’s bedroom, your focus on the pedestal in front of you.

“A pretty little thing, aren’t you?” a smooth, almost silky voice comes from behind you and yet it feels like an assault.

You freeze, your fingers extended over a small metal chest that you were picking a lock of just a moment ago. You knew the risks coming here, or at least you hoped you did. And now it looks like you got caught in the act.

As you straighten your back and turn around you are met with crimson eyes, a toothy smirk and relaxed body language of a man who you came here to steal from. Astarion, the newest Lord of Baldur’s Gate, latest patriarch of Szarr palace, a charming man that you heard rumors about of being an actual vampire. Undesirable creatures tend to know of one another’s existence. Him – possibly a dangerous monster and you – a thief and a dagger for hire. For a moment you wonder what will happen if this confrontation comes to fighting. You doubt you could win. Even without confirmation of his possible immortality Lord Astarion has a certain aura about him that you can’t quite put your finger on.

You eye him slowly, carefully, examining smallest details. His demeanor doesn’t seem threatening but you see those fangs in his mouth and you know what they can do, you know the power he must possess. Yes, it’s no rumor after all, he is a vampire. And if the same rumors are correct – a very powerful one. He doesn’t need a dagger in his hand to be extremely dangerous and you’re not enough of a fool to pick a fight with a Vampire Lord unless you have to.

“Can I assume you’re not here to give me a key?” you raise an eyebrow at him. You’re not going to be intimidated by him.

You have one more trick up your sleeve if things go murderously bad, a ring of teleportation that you rarely use because it tends to trigger magical defenses but since Astarion already caught you there’s no reason to avoid using it if you can’t talk your way out of the situation. And you will try to talk your way out of it because you have too much pride to scuttle away like a spooked rat.

Vampire’s eyes slide down your body smoothly like a viper, then back up again. Another glance to the metal box behind you and then back to your eyes. He tilts his face to an angle, giving you a curious look.

“I could. But I do wonder what are you doing here. And more so, I am dying to hear how you got inside without being noticed, how have you made it this far as to end up in my personal chambers.” his tone is still smooth like velvet and it gives you chills.

“Let’s say I’m good at what I do.” you smirk at him, despite your unease and tension in your body you are not going to show even a sliver of it to him.

“Indeed you are.” Astarion now steps closer and you move to the side when he approaches the box, placing his long, nimble fingers on it. You recognize a hand of a man who has picked many such locks himself in the past and you wonder about his history for a moment before he looks at you again, his eyes always on yours, almost never leaving.

“Do you know what’s in there, darling?” vampire asks and you cross your arms on your chest, shifting your weight on the other foot. Your goal is also to appear non-threatening but your muscles are tight as a spring.

“I was hoping it’s the Amulet of Weeping.” you say straightforwardly. You see no reason to lie because unless Astarion keeps something more in the box he knows perfectly well what you were trying to get.

Vampire chuckles lightly and taps his fingertips on the lid of the box.

“Indeed. Do you know what it does, you precious little thief?” the smirk on his lips and his eyes, forever locked on yours, it’s almost all you can see.

Yet his question makes you lose your cool. You look at the metal box and clear your throat, stalling for time but then look back at him.

“Well, actually I don’t. You see-“ a sudden finger on your lips, silencing you. If he’s a vampire, why his touch is so warm? And how in the Nine Hells he’s so fast? You didn’t even see him move, it was like a flash, it happened in a blink of an eye.

Oh yes, he’s even more dangerous than the tales you’ve heard.

“Shh. Don’t speak.” Astarion’s voice is soothing, alluring.

What is this… Why you feel so relaxed, so… warm? Your alertness starts to blunt, your caution begins to turn into curiosity and are you flushing? Your face feels hot and this change you feel somehow does not feel strange or unwelcome. It’s like being embraced, it’s like being caressed, you belong.

And all you can see is the crimson of his eyes.

“There we go. I’m sure you’re feeling better. Don’t resist, my dear, just relax, I’m not going to harm you. Maybe I will even reward you for being so brave.” Astarion croons with a voice like silk.

“Reward?” you ask, feeling like you’re in a dream. A voice in the back of your head tells you you’re being charmed but that voice is quickly snuffed out. It’s gone like a whisp of smoke from a candle that just got blown out. One moment it’s there and then not even a memory of it lingers.

“Yes, a reward, darling. Wouldn’t you like to be rewarded?” vampire’s fingers now grip your chin softly, lifting your face to his, his thumb traces your bottom lip.

“What… kind of reward?” even your own voice sounds distant now but you couldn’t care less. Those eyes… Those red eyes that bore into yours… They are everything.

“Ah, now what kind of reward we will have to see for ourselves.” Astarion smirks but his fangs don’t bother you anymore, if anything they look attractive, lighting a fire in your belly. “Let’s go, I’ll let you pick your reward, you little thief.”

With that he moves his fingers from your chin and wraps his arm around your shoulders, now leading you out of this small room. You follow without question or hesitation, but glance back at the box just once, trying to remember what was so special about it and why did you even come here. No, you don’t remember. And it doesn’t matter, not anymore.

When you look in front of you the door opens and a view of a lavish bedroom greets you. A big, luxurious bed with bedposts and parted drapes, all in black or red or gold. Simple glance around the room reveals several paintings, some bookshelves and cabinets, closets and a table, some comfortable looking armchairs. The carpet even under your boots feels soft, you almost want to lay down on it. But Astarion’s arm around your shoulders makes you walk further, towards the bed, and you barely register the door behind you closing.

Why are you here? Oh yes, the reward. When Astarion stops you just in front of the bed, his arm leaves you and he turns you to him by your shoulders. When your eyes land on his you smile. He’s so beautiful, so handsome, he’s the prettiest being you have ever seen. He sees your smile, your glazed over eyes and smiles in return.

“Not afraid of me, are you?” he asks and you slowly shake your head. “Very good. I must say, you are very very pretty, darling. What’s your name?”

Your name… Your name? What’s your name?

Your face scrunches in confusion, your eyes scan his chest and noses of your boots as if the answer is written somewhere in his noble’s attire or in the leather of your shoes. You look up at him again and Vampire Lord chuckles.

“Well, that matters not. You will remember soon enough.” Astarion uses both hands to tuck strands of your hair behind your ears and you smile at him again. His touch is soft, warm and wanted. “But, to get back to my point, you are beautiful.” he leans closer to your face, his smile and his eyes become your whole world. “And I like to collect beautiful things.”

“Things?” you echo and something once more tugs at your mind but then disappears again. You’re perfectly in his control. Under his gaze you can’t resist him.

Astarion does not bother to reply, his gaze sweeps down your body, analyzing every piece of clothing you’re wearing, then his nimble fingers begin unclasping your leather armor, taking it off piece by piece, dropping one item after another to the side of his feet. At first you don’t realize what’s going on, you just watch his face but when vampire slips the straps of your bra off your shoulders you finally blink in confusion.

When you look down at yourself you see yourself half naked, your nipples perk up at the contrast between the air of the room and the warmth of your clothing that just got removed. You rise your eyes to Astarion and see his smile once more. You don’t recognize the gentle malice in his expression but even if you did you wouldn’t care, not until the fog is lifted from your mind.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” Vampire Lord whispers and his face is so close you can smell wine on his breath and… something else. Something metallic, coppery, you can’t put your finger on it.

Your face scrunches at the thought, your eyes move to his lips and his smile, you see the fangs.

Ah yes, that’s right, he’s a vampire.

Wait, what are you doing here?

You gasp, your thoughts get interrupted by Astarion pinching both your nipples at the same time. Again you feel the fire in your abdomen, you recognize it as desire and you look into his eyes, the crimson of them drowning you like a lake of blood. And you give in.

“I want something from you.” Vampire Lord’s whisper replaces your thoughts and you just stand there with your face flushed and your body reacting with a shiver because he’s still teasing your nipples. “Something you can give me with ease.” a pause, a moment passes, then you feel his palm press against the small of your back and push you towards him, against his chest. Your hands grasp his waist and your lips part. “Just give in, darling. And I promise you a night you’ll never forget.”

You see his grin and it would look dangerous to you if you weren’t completely in his control. Instead of fear you feel overwhelming lust and you close your eyes, turning your face up and inviting him for a kiss.

And Astarion does kiss you. His lips clash against yours in a hurry and passion. His tongue pushes past your lips, past your teeth, it tastes you and you taste him back. Yes, you recognize what it was that you smelled before – blood. You taste it on his lips, you taste it on his tongue and you don’t care. Your heart beats fast in your chest, your fingers now move to his clothing, trying to find clasps, buttons and laces. You manage to open his doublet, slip it off his shoulders. You don���t hear it falling to the floor, because only thing you’re hearing is your own heartbeat beating fast in your ears.

But then the kiss stops. You don’t know how long it lasted, a minute, an hour, a year? Still, you feel like it wasn’t enough, you don’t want it to stop and you barely open your eyes before you immediately try to kiss him again, eliciting a chuckle out of the Vampire Lord.

“How eager.” he comments but you don’t care. Your arms find his neck and you try to pull his head lower, to your level, your lips seek his with urgency, but with ease Astarion pushes you away. “Patience, my pet. I’ll reward you soon enough.”

You exhale in dizzy frustration but lower your hands, obeying. It’s easy to listen to him, you realize. What a pleasant feeling, you could do this forever.

“Stand still, darling.” Astarion’s voice reaches your ears and you return to the present.

You now watch him undo laces of your pants and slide them down your hips and thighs, together with your underwear, exposing you fully. You don’t know what shame is and you don’t remember how embarrassment feels like. You only know one thing – you want this man, you want him to take you and it’s hard not to start begging.

Astarion guides you while he takes off your pants and shoes, helping you step out of last bits of your clothing and when he raises again he puts one arm around your hips, leading you to the bed. It looks so soft, inviting. You want to spend forever in it with him. So when you feel vampire pat you on the ass, urging you to climb in, you do so without hesitation.

When you turn around and lay on your back, you have a moment to watch Astarion shed his own clothing in full. He takes his time, his eyes roaming up and down your nude body, his eyes would tell you of possessiveness and even a hint of cruelness if you could think straight, but right now you only see that he wants you. After he pulls his pants down and his eager erection is revealed, you swallow hardly. You want it in you, you want to taste it, you want to please him. You want to serve.

“Do you like what you see?” Astarion taunts and you nod without any shame, your lips part and you lick them, your gaze focused on his cock, so ready to make you his, maybe forever.

Vampire Lord kicks off his shoes at last, then removes his pants completely and after he straightens his back, you watch his hand grasp his shaft and give it a few slow strokes. After the third or fourth you notice precum glistening at the top of his cock.

“Ah…” is only thing you manage to say, your desire coiling and moving in you like a hungry snake. Your reaction makes Astarion chuckle and the sound of it forces yours eyes back on his once more.

He gets closer and climbs into bed slowly with a grace of a predator, his body moves on top of yours and you part your legs widely for him, welcoming him. You lean your head back, relaxing in the bed and Astarion once more sweeps your body with his gaze, stopping at your breasts.

“Touch yourself.” he commands and you immediately do so. Your hands raise, cup your breasts, your fingertips graze your nipples and then pinch them, roll them, tug at them gently while you do as instructed. You see how intensively Astarion is watching you, his smirk widens when you let out a soft moan, then another. You were ready for him already, this is just making it worse.

Finally he looks down, between your legs, and with one hand pressed against the bed for support with other he traces the inner side of your thigh up and then higher. When he touches your entrance, feels how wet you are for him, he exhales slowly. His fingers explore every inch of your sex, making you gasp and moan louder, then his thumb brushes against your clit, sending a shiver through your body.

“You’re so ready for me, pet.” Astarion’s voice is husky, it’s obvious he’s getting worked up too as his eyes dart between his own fingers exploring you and you playing with your nipples.

That dreamy feeling you’ve been feeling up until now lessens, maybe it’s because Astarion is less concentrated, maybe your own desire is making your mind begin to break free but you now realize that you’ve got seduced into this man’s bed. Yet you’re too aroused, too impassioned to stop here. And your body still screams to be taken, to be conquered and to be claimed.

And he’s just so beautiful. No, you’re not free from his charm and allure, not even close, and your mind focuses on his silver locks falling gracefully around his face, you see his eyes, now filled with lust and desire, examining every inch of your body. You feel his fingers making you moan with a practiced touch and you want more. So much more.

“Take me.” you hear yourself say with a gasp and your hips buck against his fingers as if your own body is out of your control, not only your thoughts.

Astarion now looks into your eyes and smiles.

“I’m going to do so much more, my dearest pet. I’m going to claim you, I’m going to fill your tight holes and then I’ll have you beg for more.” his words send a shiver down your body that pools between your thighs, his fingers tease your cunt and he immediately notices that you got even wetter, it makes him smirk. “I’ll make you mine, I’ll claim you, and I will keep filling you with my seed every night. And who knows, maybe you’ll give me an heir eventually.”

Silence falls while your face gets redder with his every word.

An heir? He wants you to do what? Yet his eyes are still your entire world and your body moves, your hips moving again, your cunt pressing against his fingers in need.

Yes, you will give him an heir. As long as you can be his.

Your hands leave your breasts and you put your palms on the back of his head, your fingers threading in his hair.

“Yes, I will.” you whisper and that reply rewards you with a passionate kiss.

Astarion’s fingers now leave your drenched seam and roughly pull your knee up, making you hook your leg around his waist. His chest presses against yours and you sigh against his lips.

And then he enters you. One swift thrust and he’s fully inside, stretching you almost to a point of uncomfortable fullness and you moan at that, your mouth remains open with the gasp but his lips are also parted, he’s enjoying the feeling of you around his cock. Your heavy-lidded eyes meet his and your fingers clench in his hair.

“Take me. Make me yours.” you whisper and a guttural growl escapes Astarion’s throat at your words. He doesn’t wait, he begins thrusting.

You close your eyes and moan, feeling his cock pierce you again and again. You’re so aroused his shaft is moving with satisfying ease, his hips snapping against you with increasing pace.

“Fuck, you’re going to look so beautiful with my cum dripping out of you.” Astarion grunts and lowers his head to your neck, kissing it first, then nibbling the skin with his teeth. His hand grips your thigh strongly, keeping it up.

Only response you can give him is your moans, loud and unashamed. You hold onto his neck and hair while he rocks himself against you, filling you deeply with his cock, his thrusts unrelenting. It feels like he’s been going at it for hours and every second is better than the last.

Your mind swims from sensations. His sweaty skin against yours, his shaft buried deep inside your cunt, his teeth on your neck, his fangs-

“Ouch!” you exclaim when he bites down, sinking his canines into your flesh, but when you react you hear a rumble of a laugh coming from him. Astarion lifts his head at you, his lips are painted in redness of your blood.

“Get used to it, my pet. You’re mine now.”

Vampire Lord bites you again and this time you just sigh. Somehow his first bite was painful, second one sends a shiver down your spine. Your fingers leave his hair, you place your palms on his back, feeling something there like scars, but you don’t know, you’re far away, consumed by your passion. It’s just his lithe body claiming yours, making you writhe and arch your back, making you moan.

Then Astarion slows, he moves his hips now lower, his pelvis brushes against yours, then an angle changes and he begins rubbing himself against your swollen clit, sending jolts down your spine. You open your eyes, more in surprise than anything and see Astarion’s smug smile.

“Enjoying yourself, darling?” he lifts his head with a smug smile, confident because he knows he’s good at this and he’s correct. You whimper and nod eagerly, your face still flushed. “Good.”

Astarion’s thrusts ease into a steady pace. How his skin is rubbing against you is beginning to drive you crazy. You look at him, not able to control your moans that are growing louder by the second. What is he doing to you? You never felt pleasure like this before. You can’t stop, you don’t want to stop.

“Come for me.” you hear a whisper in your ear and then he looks at your face again, enjoying the view.

Everything up until this point felt like a dream, but not this.

You feel your orgasm with every inch of your body. You cry out and dig your nails into Astarion’s back, your body tenses and your cunt clenches around him, your sweaty form spasms and you feel yourself clinging to him.

“Good girl, very good girl.”

You are barely able to comprehend Astarion’s words, because the world melts around you, this moment is intense, most intense thing you experienced in your life. But Vampire Lord doesn’t stop thrusting. When your bliss begins to fade, when you come down from your high, you look at him again and Astarion leans away from you. He straightens his back as much as he can, his palms pressed on the bed by your sides and his now messy hair drapes over his eyes but you see him watching his cock plunge into you with increasing fervor.

“Watch me fill you, my pet.” vampire’s grunt is laced with strain as he keeps fucking you while you’re trying to recover from your orgasm. You’re out of breath but this is not over, not until he says it is.

And you listen, you look down, seeing your bodies connect with every pump of his hips and you grasp at the sheets. Something about this, the anticipation, the knowledge of what he’s about to do and the desire to be used by him, it’s making the edges of your world blurry.

Astarion is grunting now, his lips parted and he’s breathing heavily. Even his face is flushed, but then he moans loudly just before he clenches his teeth. His thrusts become erratic, his eyes locked on the motion of him thrusting into you, his groans are barely passing his teeth. You know he’s spending himself entirely inside of you and it’s a delicious thought. And then after few more pumps he stops, panting when his face relaxes. You keep your eyes where your bodies are still connected, your thighs are quivering, and Astarion glances up at you with a smirk.

He says nothing as he moves one hand and grips the base of his cock, slowly pulling out of you now. You mewl gently at that, the feeling of him leaving your body is an unwelcome one. But Astarion is not done yet. He kneels between your thighs and pats your inner thigh with his cock that is now losing its hardness. With a satisfied grin he lets go of it and presses a thumb to your fold, teasing it, watching his cum seep out of you. You blush heavily at that even though you can’t see what he’s seeing.

“Beautiful.” Vampire Lord comments more to himself than to you and remains still for a long moment, just appreciating the view. Then his eyes raise to your face. “Rest for a bit. When I said I’m going to fill your holes, I meant all of them.”

You nod eagerly despite your face burning.

You cannot wait.

[armandsbf]

THE INTRODUCTION OF LISSETTE DE LIONCOURT

TIMELINE: 1910-1917 / 2022

SETTING: NEW ORLEANS / DUBAI

NEW ORLEANS, 1910

Lissette de Lioncourt at 7 years old

Lissette often wondered why exactly her papa had decided to take them to New Orleans. She hadn't been in Paris very long, especially after running from the orphanage and being found by him. He'd claimed her as his own and taken them far, far away soon after.

Not that she minded. Paris had odd memories for her, if only a few.

She knew exactly what her father was and what he did, but she never thought it an issue. He'd made it very clear that once she reached a certain age, she'd be turned as well, as he refused to live in a world without her. She found that the idea wasn't as repulsive as it could've been. The idea of being with her father forever, the idea of eternal family.

Tonight Lissette's papa had gone to a poker game and of course, as he refused to go most places without her, she'd gone right along with him. She'd either be cuddled in his lap, or outside sitting peacefully with her pen and paper. Lestat had done well teaching her art and music. She was only seven, but her love for the piano was almost as strong as her father's.

As she sat outside the room where the game happened, her legs dangling off the couch, she hummed softly to herself. A melody her father had written for her that always put her to sleep. She traced the drawing with her fingertips, not quite sure how truly good the drawing was.

"Ma petite!" She heard from the game room, knowing it was her father's way of calling to her. She clutched onto her drawing, little legs running to him, her dress shuffling as she ran. She opened the door and watched as Lestat's smile grew large and content, a glimmer of proudness in his eyes. "Ah, there she is. The apple of my eye. Venez ici." Come here.

She giggled and fell into his lap, hands clutching at him as he laughed. "Gentlemen, may I introduce the pearl of Paris, the princess of my heart and the true head of my home, my daughter Lissette de Lioncourt."

She waved excitedly. "Bonjour!"

"English, mon ange." My angel. He whispered in her ear.

"Oh! Hello!" She showed a big smile, one of her teeth missing.

"I didn't know you had a daughter, Mister Lioncourt." One of the strange men with a strange moustache looked at Lissette. She cuddled farther into her father. She did not like these strange men.

Lestat took a puff of his cigar. "Odd. I never really go anywhere without her. Though this little miscreant always finds ways to run off." He tickled her side and she giggled.

"Bringin' her here, Lioncourt. This ain't no place for a child. Let alone a little girl." The other one spoke. Lissette hadn't bothered to learn their names, and some words were partly lost on her. Her English was very good, but they just spoke so fast.

The vampire looked him up and down, blue eyes piercing through his soul. Then he laughed, a direct juxtaposition of his earlier expression. "Forgive me, monsieur's, it's just that this is the perfect place for my little beauty. She loves card games. As a blossoming young strategist, I believe this is exactly where she should be." He looked down at her and watched as she focused at his cards. "Don't you think, Lissette?"

"Oui—Yes, papa." She nodded, realising there was no way in hell her father was going to win this game.

"Well," he patted her head. "That's settled. Let's continue the game, shall we."

As they gambled and played, Lissette found herself whispering in her fathers ear about how exactly to win the game, and he was, seemingly, ignoring her advice.

This made her angry. A lot of things made her angry. She was seven, a lack of Bon-Bon's made her angry.

Her brows furrowed just like her father's did as she decided to kick him in the shin. He jolted slightly. "What is it, my girl? Are you tired?" He asked in French.

She shook her head. "No, papa. I'm only angry. You know I'm right, why won't you listen to me?"

He chuckled. "I'm not playing to win, mon cherie."

"You should always play to win."

"What is she yapping your ear off about now?" One of the strange, strange men laughed. "This one's a talker. She'll need a man to rein her in when she grows up."

Lestat leaned back in his seat, tongue suddenly clicking in annoyance. "She is seven."

"When she grows, surely—"

"She is seven. What would posses you to say such a thing about a little child, monsieur? My child?" His grip around her tightened as the two gave the man the same death stare. Lissette didn't know exactly what he was saying or what it meant, but her father got awfully defensive so it must've been bad. That was a bad man then, like many in her life were.

Before he could answer, a man walked through the door and Lissette felt her father grow slightly happier. Or very much happier. She liked it when he was happy, so she liked him. He was also very pretty.

"Gentlemen, well, you all know Louis du Lac." One of the men with a black moustache introduced the prettier one. "Louis, let me introduce you to Mr. Lestat de Lioncourt.”

"We met already, Mr. Anderson, sir." He huffed, taking his seat. Did the pretty man not like Lissette's papa? Everyone liked papa.

"In front of a florist, wasn't it? We both wanted the last bouquet of lilies." There was an undertone to his question but she wasn't sure what it meant. She suddenly remembered the night he was away and how happily he played with her when he got back.

Louis ( she liked that name very much ) took a look at her with a raised brow. "The kid yours?"

"My heart and soul." He leaned down to speak in her ear. "Say hello, Lissette."

She smiled brightly, teeth bared. "Hi! I'm Lissette. You're very pretty, Mister du Lac."

He chuckled at the sweet way she said her words, honest but so kind. He'd never been called pretty. "Well, thank you sweetheart. And you can call me Louis." He looked back to Lestat. "Bringing a baby to a poker game?"

"Truthfully, she plays the game better than I do." He laughed.

"Aren't you gonna ask the alderman how his head is, Louis?" Moustache man spoke.

"Now, why would I do that, Mr. Anderson, sir?" He looked at his cards.

"You see, Mr. Fenwick, just as I told you, a most discreet n**ro."

That was a bad word. Papa said that people shouldn't use that word. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she glanced at Louis. He seemed quietly frustrated.

The man grumbled. "Would that his doctor had the same standards."

"Gentlemen, show your cards." Lissette sighed at her father's pathetic hand. "Hoo! Mr. Lioncourt, your hand is incomprehensible."

He looked down and smiled. "Oh, yes. I'm terrible at cards. Did I not mention that to everyone? I should've listened to my Lissette, it appears." He said. "Would you mind getting me some more of these money chips?"

They all laughed. She didn't understand what was so funny.

"Louis, did you know that Alderman Fenwick here recently purchased both the title and deed to the Horton rooming house on Villere Street?"

"Yeah, Mr. Anderson believes it could make a fine sportin' house. I recommended the alderman find a managing partner before he commits his money. I recommended he think of you, Louis." The moustache man spoke.

"Very kind of you, Mr. Anderson, sir." Oh, so that was his name. She'd forget it in a week.

"What do you think of the location?"

"It ain't Basin Street. But throw enough Edison bulbs on the facade, get a good margin on the alcohol, no-nonsense madam to keep the girls clean, I reckon a man could make a decent sum. Yes, sir, Mr. Fenwick, sir." Louis went on about a business plan right off the top of his head. He's really smart, Papa!, she spoke in her mind.

Indeed he is, ma petite. He answered.

"I said you'd do it for 10 percent."

That was very little, wasn't it? He seemed like the smartest person in the room, why only ten?

He seemed as astonished as the blonde child. "A-all respects, Mr. Anderson, but you proposing 10 percent for all the work?"

"15 percent?" The other one almost scoffed.

"There's capital investment, and there's labor. Both has its seat at the table. Wouldn't you say, Mr. Lestat?" They tried to placate him, but her papa wasn't the person to ask when it came to calming people.

"Well, I can only speak of my experience, which is, I'm sure, different in my country. Par exemple, you fine gentlemen have heard of the success story that is Le Bon Marché, shoppingexperience like no other. Aristide Boucicaut invests in a new vision..." ramble, ramble, ramble and then quiet. Papa was pulling his tricks again!

"These men look down on you." Louis looked at him with an odd mix of confusion and fear. "I have to say, I find it appalling how men like yourself are treated in this country of yours." Lissette nodded passionately.

"He's right, pretty Louis." She said. He seemed even more afraid.

"15 percent. Do you not know your value? Do you suffer these indignities for some larger purpose? And do you think two pair will win the hour?" He waited for Lissette to pick the correct card from the player beside him, and hand it to him as he gave it to Louis. "I believe there is great opportunity in this city, but to seize it, I'll need protection from the wolves."

And then time continued normally. The chip fell, the men continued to speak, and Louis thought he was losing his damn mind.

"—And that's all to say, forgive me, Mr. de Pointe du Lac, for my bias, but where is the business if there is no capital? It does not exist. No?" Lestat continued normally, as if nothing had happened.

"Alright, boys. Show 'em." Louis put down his cards and glanced at a smirking blonde child. "Ooh. Full boat, Mr. du Lac."

"Got you beat, Tom."

( Louis: He wouldn't tell me how he did it, his trick to make the world stop. And the fact that that this little girl he claimed was his own seemed so comfortable and content in all this made me all the more concerned.

Daniel: A child in the clutches of a vampire? Yeah, I can see how that would be scary.

Louis: I asked him far too many questions about his tricks, and he always said; "In time, Louis. Patience, Louis. Ask me next week, Louis".

Daniel: You started hanging out?

Louis: He was in love with my city and wanted to know everything he could about it. And getting to know him meant getting to know Lissette.

Daniel: So you played docent to the gentleman vampire and his mini-me?

Louis: He had not revealed his vampire nature yet.

Daniel: I'm assuming you only met at night.

Louis: It's New Orleans. Days are for sleeping off the previous evening's damage.

Daniel: Perfect cover for a vampire.

Louis: Racing ahead again, Mr. Molloy. Let the tale seduce you. Just as I was seduced. Money would arrive, wired from France, and the shopkeepers, who would usually close at sunset, were very happy to accommodate him and his daughter. He ransacked the import houses to furnish his town house, ravaged the booksellers of their oldest volumes for a library to continue Lissette's education. And, with encouragement, updated his wardrobe to the fashion trends of the season. It was a cold winter that year, and Lestat was my coal fire.

Daniel: And Lissette? How did she fit into your little trysts?

Louis: Lissette was an unforeseen joy. If Lestat was the sun, Lissette was the brightest star in the sky. Never gloomy, never angry, and according to her, never wrong. I found myself for the very first time, to anyone other than Paul, confiding my struggles to another man. I was being hunted. And I was completely unaware it was happening. )

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Lissette had grown quite used to sleeping the day away. She would later learn that many psychologists said that was horrible for growing children, but she didn't know any of that. She just knew that she loved the stars, and that she loved her papa, and papa was only awake at night.

She had a bedroom, of course, but she mostly slept in the coffin with Lestat. He said he never wanted to be far from her, in case she got hurt or had a nightmare. Papa was the only one who could calm her nightmares.

It had been a few weeks since she'd met Louis, and she found that she liked him very much. He was very nice and always brought her candy or food from his home. He also liked to talk to her, and asked about her feelings and her thoughts. Before him, Lestat was the only adult who asked, all the others just wrote her off as being cute and slightly odd.

As she laid on her father's chest, feeling his hand run along her hair in the darkness of the coffin, a question popped into her head. "Papa?"

"Yes, mon cherie?"

"Is Mister Louis going to stay with us?"

He waited for a moment, for her question to settle. There was a slight lull, and then he smiled. "My dark miracle, do you perhaps like Louis?"

She nodded against his chest. "Yes, papa. He's very kind and he makes you happy. So he makes me happy."

He chuckled and placed a kiss on her head. "He makes you happy?" He poked her side as she broke out into soft giggles. "Then yes, light of my life. If he makes you happy, he's staying."

"Yay! Yay! Yay!" Her head went up to look at him but it lightly banged the top of the coffin. "Ouch."

Lestat immediately cupped the back of her head, eyes filled with worry. "Ma petit, you must be more careful. I can't have your pretty head being hurt."

"I'm alright, papa. I'm st—st," she bit her lip in concentration. "Quel est le mot pour 'fort?'" What is the word for 'strong'?

"Strong." He said, watching as she mouthed it after. "Repeat; strong."

"Strong." She said. "I am very strong. Do not worry about me."

He looked at her like he could see through her, like he always did. He remembered the small thing he found outside the orphanage a year before he left Paris. The little thing who had his blonde hair, and his blue eyes. Malnourished, frightened and so horribly innocent. She was only four. The more she grew, the more he realised that their souls were meant to meet at some point. They would be forever intertwined, fated by an energy he told himself he didn't believe in. She was his and he was and would forever be hers.

He pressed his hand gently to her jaw, eyes unreadable. "I will always worry about you."

"That's too much, papa. You can't worry about someone forever, your heart would stop!" She cried.

"Well, lucky for you, young lady, I am immortal! And unluckily, I'll never stop annoying you!" He held her tight, pressing soft, quick kisses to her laughing face.

Her happiness was loud and beautiful. "You could never annoy me! You're my favourite, papa!"

"And you're my favourite, Lissette dearest." He said, settling her once more. "Now sleep. You're a growing girl, you need it."

"Good night, papa."

"Good night, my love."

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DUBAI, 2022

"Lissette was wonderful. Bright, kind, and asked far too many questions—"

"You keep saying was." Daniel interrupted him. "Same thing when you talked about Claudia, way back when. Except, I remember Lissette in that way back when, so...where is she now?"

Louis only smiled, hearing the peaceful footsteps coming up to the door of their penthouse.

Daniel waited for him to answer as the door opened.

"Daddy! I'm home!" A girlish voice was heard from a few feet away. Daniel's eyes widened. "Dublin is just beautiful this time of year! We must visit together soon, all of us!"

Louis stood to his feet, a bright look in his eye. He walked towards a girl with long blond locks as she ran to him. He held her like she was his world, face falling into her beautiful hair and taking a breath. "You're finally home. I've missed you, baby."

"It was only a week." She giggled as he withdrew, holding her face in his hands.

"A week too long, Lissette." He claimed. "You were wondering, Daniel?"

She whipped her head around at the name, eyes lighting up with recognition. "Daniel!" She cried, suddenly making him rise to his feet as she engulfed him in a hug. "Oh, it's been so long! Daddy said he'd called you back, but I wasn't sure you'd actually come. But you have!"

He was confused, unable to reciprocate her hug, only giving her back a small pat of awkwardness. "Hey, Lissette." He cleared his throat as she stepped away, a sweet smile on her face. "I'm sorry, a lot of the seventies as a blur for me. Were we close?"

"Oh." She said, brows creasing in sudden confusion and sadness. "Yes, we were. At least I like to think so." And then her mood suddenly picked up. "But the past is the past! I'd like to get to know you all over again."

"Would you mind doing so after the interview, sugar?" Her father asked, hands lightly pressed against her shoulders.

She nodded as if a sudden realisation had befallen her. "Oh! Yes, yes of course. Don't you worry about it. I'll be in my room unpacking, daddy." She pressed a kiss to his cheek and then skipped off, servants wheeling in her luggage behind her.

"I expect you here for dinner!" He called out, a yes, of course! following his words. He turned back to the reporter, a content look on his face.

A beat passed between them.

"So," Molloy began. "She hasn't changed."

He remembered her now, as she was in the seventies. As she would be forever. That face that had haunted him for half a century and a name he heard in the fleeting wind. Lissette, Lissette, Lissette de Lioncourt. Beautiful blue eyes, the kindest smile in the world. She was real. She was here.

"And I hope she never will." He continued.

"Guess we know who she chose in the divorce."

"We'll get to that. All you need to know right now, is that Lissette's here and thriving. The only family I've got left, truly. And, to me, the most important thing in the world." The vampire said, seating himself back on the couch. The reporter followed soon after.

"Kids," he sighed. "Can't stand 'em, can't live without 'em."

"I never had that with her. Can't stand 'em." Louis said. "But then again, Lissette was never like most children. Becoming another parent to her wasn't really my decision, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

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NEW ORLEANS, 1911

Louis had decided to visit Lestat and Lissette at their home more often. The little girl found that Louis de Pointe du Lac was one of the most pleasant men she'd ever met. She'd had scarce memories of good men in Paris. She remembered what her father had told her, that the only reason he had come to Paris was some money wire, and that finding her had been complete coincidence. She liked to think it was a happy coincidence and he agreed.

She remembered how hidden they had to stay in Paris which confused her greatly. She would later be told that the Parisian vampires were always on the look out for Lestat, and that he had no intention of seeing them again. When they got on the boat to London in 1908, she remembered glowing eyes staring down at her father and then on her. That dark face and glowing ruby eyes had embedded themselves in her memory ever since.

Lissette wasn't quite sure what they wanted from her father, but it wasn't anything nice. He did not like the Paris coven, that much was clear. And papa was always right about everything. Especially right about Louis.

Months had passed with their acquaintanceship, each day brighter and brighter. Lissette had never seen the sun as much as she had with Louis, and it was a miracle Lestat trusted him enough to take her out during the day. She'd even celebrated her eighth birthday with him, bringing her his mothers chocolate cake and watching with glee as she shoved her face into it.

Tonight was another one of those nights where the three of them sat around the living room talking and laughing. Currently, Lissette was dancing around the living room with a ribbon in her hand. The ribbon belonged to the box of the dress Louis had gotten her.

( Louis: It can't be overstated just how much Lestat and I spoiled Lissette. It's a miracle she turned out to be as humble as she is. )

"Careful, now, Ettie!" Louis called out as she jumped from couch to couch. Both men knew how accident prone she was, and as much fun as she was having, she was also very fragile. "Don't want you gettin hurt, ya hear?"

She giggled. "Oui, Mister Louis." Her small feet padded over to him and she held her arms out. He huffed a laugh and pulled her into his lap.

"How many times do I gotta tell you? It's just Louis, sugar."

"Papa said it's a show of respect." She insisted, looking up at him with her beautiful large blue eyes.

Lestat laughed from beside them, leaning down to press a kiss on her head. "Forgive me, Louis. I've been trying my best to raise a respectful young lady, but I've been saddled with a stubborn one." She poked his cheek in annoyance and he stuck his tongue out at her.

"I'm wonderful!" She insisted.

"Stubborn." Lestat mouthed to Louis.

Louis shook his head at the two. "Yeah, that you are, Ettie." The smile she gave him was so bright, it melted his heard a little. "So, how would you two feel about coming 'round mine for dinner?"

Lestat seemed to already be aware of the question before it was asked. He smiled. "I would be honoured. But of course, we must ask the lady of the house first." He turned to his daughter, eyes full of mischief.

Louis played along. "Where are my manners? Miss Ettie, would you do me the honour of attending dinner with me tomorrow night?"

She thought about it for a moment. She looked to her father and he gave her a nod. She nodded her head with excitement, face painted with happiness.

Louis chuckled. "It's settled then. Ya'll gonna be meeting all of my family, which means my mother, my brother, my sister and her fiancée."

Lissette gasped. "Your sister is going to be a bride?! Oh, that's so wonderful, Mister Louis! Is he a good man? Does she have a dress? When is the wedding? Ooh!"

The man watched her with the utmost curiosity and so much amusement. This little thing was so full of light and love, it made his eyes light up every time she spoke. He wondered how anyone was capable of keeping a child so innocent and bright, let alone someone like Lestat, who made no effort to hide his indiscretions. If his own children were anything like Lissette, he'd be the luckiest man alive.

Lestat leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her head. She reached out for him subconsciously, always seeking to somehow be held by him. He looked at Louis, as if asking permission to take the girl from him.

She crawled into Lestat's lap after, awaiting Louis' answers. "Yes, she is. Yes, he is. Yes, she does. And I'm not sure, sugar. Soon, I think."

"Lissette has, as of late, fallen in love with the idea of love, if you will." The blonde vampire explained as she looked up with dreamy eyes. "Fairytales, weddings, tragic affairs. All of the above."

Louis quirked a brow. "Tragic affairs?"

"Hm. Yes. Romeo and Juliet is an all time favourite of hers. She likes to be read to, don't you, my dark miracle?" He wrapped an arm across her stomach and held her close. It always seemed he wanted her as close as physically possible.

It was true that many parents, mothers mostly, liked to feel their children close to their hearts. They were a part of them, like a limb or an organ. Lestat was no exception to this. He'd once explained that Lissette was like the a living incarnation of his soul, an inner part of him projected into a person. Being away from her would be true hell.

"Ain't that a little dark? She's still a baby." Louis argued.

"I'm eight, not stupid, Mister Louis." She insisted.

She was so quick witted, much like her father. Louis laughed loudly and held a hand to his chest, looking at Lestat, who was laughing with him. "Yeah, she's your kid, alright."

"I take that as a compliment." He said, in all his arrogant glory.

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Coming to Louis' house for dinner was probably the most exciting thing that had ever happened to anyone ever. At least that's what Lissette thought.

His sister, Grace, was immediately enamoured with Lissette. She'd heard of the girl and her father many times from her brother but was not prepared to have a little girl throw herself into her arms and ask a million questions about her wedding and about Levi.

Lestat had laughed and Louis had looked to her with amusement and whispered practice.

Then they were all seated for dinner, and Lissette refused to sit anywhere but her father's lap. The entire family smiled at that and agreed she should be as close to him as possible.

She'd never been around so many nice people before! It was so exciting, and they were all so nice.

"I can't thank you enough, Mama du Lac." Levi spoke after they all sat for dinner. "I never been east of Alabama, and now I'm going to see the pyramids."

"Oh, I think every young family deserves a little adventure. Wouldn't you say, Monsieur Lioncourt?" Florence, the matriarch, asked the vampire

"Oui, Madame. My mother, she gave me every advantage in life as a young man." Lestat spoke carefully, spooning some food into Lissette's mouth. "My first Mastiff, first flintlock rifle, the means to make my way to Paris." He wiped the left overs off of his daughter's face and smiled down at her. "As I try to do for my Lissette."

"And she's just an angel, ain't you, sweetheart?" Grace spoke up, poking her stomach from beside Lestat. Lissette giggled.

She poked her fathers cheek to get his attention and make him lean down so she could whisper in his ear, rather loudly. "I really like them, papa."

The table laughed, having heard her even though she was so sure she was being secretive. Louis looked to her from the head of the table. "Yeah? We like you too, sugar."

She reached her arms out for Louis, wanting to be closer to him. His mother awed audibly. She found that nowadays, she craved him almost as much as she craved Papa. He cared for her almost like Lestat did, held her like he did. She liked it. It was different, but wonderful.

Louis looked to Lestat at this action, and he simply nodded, giving him the permission to hold Lissette. "C'mere." He smiled, rising to his feet to pick her up and settle her into his lap.

"It was Louis that purchased

your holiday, Levi." Paul cut in, eyes staring down at his food. "It's Louis who controls the money."

"Pay no mind, Levi." Louis nodded his head thoughtfully, petting Lissette's hair.

"And I don't know who gave you the right to call our mother your mother. She's not your mother yet

and will never be your scientific mother." He continued his rant. He had never like Levi.

"Paul." His mother chided.

Lissette furrowed her brows. She looked up at the man whose embrace she was in and this time, she really whispered. "Papa, didn't make me, mister Louis. Is he not my papa?" Her eyes were quick to turn tearful. She'd always been awfully sensitive.

"No, baby. Don't think like that." Louis whispered back.

He shared a look with the vampire, whose face had turned sour at the question. Non, ma petit, he spoke within her mind. Louis' brother is not...quite in his right mind. Do not pay it any attention. Alright?

She nodded at him. Alright. I love you, papa.

I love you more.

Lestat regarded Paul with an angry look, then a slight grin. "I do love this bouillabaisse."

"What?" Paul asked.

"Down here, we call it gumbo."

"We had a gumbo the other night, didn't we, Louis? After the opera?"

"Oh, we've got Louis to an opera." Grace spoke with a laugh.

"Iolanta." Lestat clarified.

"Bout some blind princess, didn't know she was a princess. Stomach got grumbling, left half way through." Louis scoffed.

Paul looked between them. "And what exactly is the nature of your relationship with my brother, Monsieur Lioncourt?"

He considered the questioning before answering. "Your brother and I have been discussing a few investment opportunities."

Paul made sure to add, "The birds asked me to ask you. I wasn't being rude."

Lestat then turned to the others. "Monsieur Freniere, would you tell me how you came to propose to this delightsome young woman?"

"Oh, that's a good yarn."

"Are you one with Christ, Mr. Lioncourt? Is your daughter baptised?" Paul asked, eyes eager.

Papa said baptisms were for mortals, like religions in general were. He never saw the point. If there was a God, and he truly believed Lissette's soul was pure, he'd take her, baptism or not.

"How 'bout you shut your damn mouth?" His brother cut in.

"Louis." His mother chided him.

"That's alright, Louis, Madame, the birds speak for him." Lestat waved them off. "I came to know Christ in a monastery. I wanted to be a priest. Just like you, Paul. And under the guidance and discipline of the monks who lived there, I came to memorize both the testaments, the writings of Assisi, Aquinas, Erasmus, all the saints and scholars. My father," the word was bitter on his tongue, an angry scoff coming out.

Lissette shook her head and Louis looked at her confusedly.

But her father continued. "—a vulgar man, did not think much of this education, and so he and my brothers conspired to pull me out, lock me away, where, between beatings, starvations, and the failure of Christ to intercede the beatings and starvations, I slowly forgot all about the testaments, Assisi, Aquinas, Erasmus, all of it."

"Stop." Louis demanded.

The anger was palpable and it sunk into the minds of others, powers growing difficult to control. "And so to answer your boring questions, no my daughter is not baptised and will never be because there is an ocean between Christ and myself!"

"Stop!" Louis banged his fist on the table. Lissette flinched, on the verge of tears again. "Don't do that shit here! Not with my family. You understand?"

They were both so angry. Lissette didn't like it. It felt like danger was at every corner.

Lestat licked his lips, attempting to calm himself. A fake smile graced his face. "I am cursed with my father's temper at times, and the rudeness is all mine."

Louis' mother nodded. "That's alright. It's the humidity. It does that sometimes. Why don't we have some ice wine? And Levi here can tell us all again how he won my joychild's heart."

But Lissette's lip quivered and small sniffles came from her. She didn't like violence or loud noises. Papa made sure to keep them away from her, but not tonight.

While Levi recounted the tale, Louis realised the girl was crying, trying his best to soothe her without making a scene. He held her close to his chest. "I'm sorry, Ettie. It's alright. It's all good." He said.

Lestat whipped his head around to face her at the sound, only to see her holding Louis with a tight grip. His heart broke at the sight of his daughter in tears. "Forgive me, monsieur Freniere." He interrupted, not unkindly. "It seems I must get my Lissette home. She's had a," he looked directly at Paul. "-a taxing day, I think."

He rose to his feet and took Lissette from Louis who frowned in their direction. "You don't have to—

"No, I think it's best we go." He kept his tight smile, speaking within Louis mind, meet me after I put the little one to bed. "Thank you madam, for this wonderful feast." Lissette pointed at Grace before they could leave, and her father walked them over to the woman.

She leaned down and pressed a kiss on her cheek as a goodbye. "Bye, bye, Miss Grace."

She smiled and huffed a laugh. "Bye, Miss Lissette."

And the two of them walked off.

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That night, when Lestat put Lissette to bed, there was silence. It was uncommon for tense quiet to fall over them, but her mind was a whirlwind. What was Paul saying? Should she have been baptised? Was papa not her papa?

Did she even have a family?

"Ah, I've found it!" Lestat exclaimed, walking back into her room with a stuffed teddy bear. He took her blank expression in for a moment. He wondered if he'd do better to stay with her that night, but knew she needed to be asleep as soon as possible. Sleep fixed a lot of things for Lissette and even a catnap would do her some good. Even if she wasn't used to sleeping at night, he knew she needed to rest. Then he read her thoughts. "My angel, you do not need to drive yourself mad considering that man's words." He said, sitting by her bedside. He smiled down at her. "You do have a family. I am your family."

"I know." She said. "I know that, papa."

But her face was still melancholy. "So what is it then? Why are you still upset?"

She took a minute to breathe before answering, noticing her father's tense expression. "You are my papa, but...who made me?"

He sighed, eyes clenching shut. He never wanted her to ask that question, never wanted to answer it. I made you, he wanted to say, but it was untrue. I will make you, he would say if she was old enough to understand the transition to vampirism she would one day go through. He thought he could avoid the conversation until they got to that point which, in retrospect, was a stupid thing to believe. Lissette was a curious girl, an innocent girl who still didn't know the world, of course she would have questions.

"The truth?" He asked. She nodded. "I do not know. It has never plagued me, I do not care to know. To me, you were dropped from the sky and into my arms."

It was a beautiful answer, but it wasn't an answer.

She smiled at him before huffing slightly. "I wish I was yours."

He looked down at her and cupped her cheek. "You are mine." He assured.

Lissette nodded, though she was still thinking.

There was a sudden knock on the door before they could continue their conversation. Lestat immediately perked up, recognising the soft breaths of the man on the other side of the door. "Come on in, Louis!" He called out. Lissette was excited again, her eyes blown wide with happiness. "We're upstairs!"

The opening and closing of the door, soft footsteps treading up the stairs as he found his way to Lissette's bedroom, his face bright.

"Mister Louis!" She cried out, trying and failing to get out of bed as Lestat held her softly.

"No, no, no, mon ange." He said sternly. "It took ages to get you into bed, you're not getting out now."

She frowned and huffed as she laid back down. Louis laughed at that and Lestat just shook his head.

Instead of waiting for her to come to him, Louis sat himself on the other side of her bed, leaning down to lay himself beside her and boop her nose. "Always so excited to see me, aren't you, Miss Ettie?"

She nodded rapidly leaning closer to him. He was the first person after her papa who'd loved her and that meant more to her than he'd ever know. He wasn't obliged to love her or care for her but he did. He chose to be part of her life, knowing what he was getting into with her. She would forever hold him in her heart, this much she knew.

"Can Mister Louis tuck me in, papa? Just tonight?" Her eyes were impossible to say no to, and this fit in so perfectly with Lestat's plan. A family. Just like Lissette always wanted.

He nodded. "Of course, Lissette." He looked to the man who nodded, though his eyes did not stray from the girl.

He didn't know it then, but this was his first inkling of fatherly love.

( Louis: It gladdens me to be able to say that raising Lissette was one of the greatest joys of my life.

Daniel: Kids tend to be like that.

Louis: But not yours, right Daniel?

He did not like the casual insult.

Daniel: That's funny. You know, last time we did this interview, you said Lissette almost killed you at some point. How's that for the greatest joy of your life?

A silence followed between them. Fathers could be so complicated.

Louis: We'll get to that. I believe you can attest to this, but children give you hope. Lissette gave me hope. The purest form of love. )

Lestat looked to him. "We'll take our business elsewhere once she's asleep, hm?"

Louis nodded as he fixed the blankets on the girls bed, settling her teddy bear in her arms. Lestat left the room and she smiled up at him.

"You got your teddy?" He asked playfully. She nodded at him, eyes turning sleepy. It was said that when you feel safe around someone, your body takes it as a sign that it's alright to rest. "Did you have a good time tonight, Ettie?"

"Mhm." She hummed. "I liked Grace very much. And your mama."

"They liked you too, sugar."

"Do you have a daddy, Mister Louis? I didn't see him there." She asked lowly.

His eyes turned slightly sad as he tried his best not to look away from her. "My daddy passed. Five years ago."

"Oh." She tried to wrap her head around the concept of death. The only death she'd been faced with was followed with life. "I'm sorry. That must've made you very sad."

He smiled at her gratefully. Yes, it had been five years, but Lissette's empathy meant a lot to him. "Thank you, Ettie." She yawned. "You tired yet?" She shook her head and he laughed. "Yeah, I think you are."

"I have a question." She piped up before he could send her off to sleep.

"Okay."

"You had a mama and a daddy, and I only have a papa. Should I have a daddy too?" She asked carefully.

He furrowed his brows. "You have a father, Lissette—"

"No. Not a father, a papa, like you have a mama. It's different." She argued. She knew this to be true. "You'd make a good one, Mister Louis."

He hadn't cried much in his life, not really. He was raised strong, resilient. But her words made him want to sob in relief.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "You're the sweetest, Ettie de Lioncourt." He raised the blankets up to her chin. "Sleep, now." He rose to his feet as she yawned again, eyes dropping shut. He stood by the door, watching her small frame cuddle into the sheets. "Good night, sugar."

"Good night, daddy." She whispered into the wind.

She fell asleep before he could question her, his eyes wide. "Lissette." He called to her sleeping form, but got no answer. He could not bring himself to wake her, so instead he stood at the door and watched her with a satiated look on his face.

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He walked down the stairs with joy in his heart, seeing Lestat standing with his hat in hand.

"Had the little lady fallen asleep?" He asked.

Louis only nodded, that same wide grin on his face.

Unbeknownst to him, the vampire had listened in on their entire conversation. "You seem happy. She's been known to have that effect on people. What did she say to you?"

He only shook his head. "Nothing. Just Ettie being Ettie."

"It must be more than that. Do tell."

He exhaled a laugh before finally letting up. "She uh, she...well, you know I love that kid."

"As she loves you." He replied, the word deeper than either of them truly knew.

"Right." He nodded, and then he shook his head again. "Never mind. She just said she loved me. Gave me a big kiss on the cheek and smiled like she does."

Lestat took his lie in, knowing vulnerability was never his strong suit. "Like you do. She smiles like you do."

Good night, daddy.

She smiles like you do.

Lissette was his now too, it was spoken and absorbed by the universe.

The blonde couldn't be happier about his development, but knew his plans must continue. "Shall we?" He pointed to the door.

Louis gathered himself and followed him out as Lestat continued to speak. "I feel your family has taken permanent offence to me..."

Their voices drowned out as they walked out of the townhouse, unknowing that this would be the night that changed everything.

This would be the beginning, the end.

This would be the creation.

DUBAI, 2022

He was back. Daniel Molloy was back in her life, just like her father had said he would be. He'd made sure to warn her before hand, but the fact that he barely remembered her wasn't something she was prepared for. She knew how much damage the drugs had done to his mind, but it still stung to see that lost expression on his face when she threw her arms around him.

The time they shared, though horribly short, was a nice memory. Few people made an impression on her nowadays so he was always somewhat special. Was she not special to him?

Unpacking in her room, she wondered where he was. He'd never liked the reporter, had he gone away for this? Without telling her? That would've just been rude.

She settled a few shirts into her closet before calling out to him in her mind. My love, she said. I've missed you. It was almost like he heard her immediately, which perhaps he did.

Just a moment, he said.

Then there he was. Her beautiful boy, a smile so bright it was like he hadn't smiled in centuries. Or in the week that Lissette had been gone. She always thought he looked carved from marble, made by the hands of a God she didn't believe in. Angels wept tears of joy when they saw him, and she was his angel.

"Lizzie." He said.

She laughed happily and ran towards him, his arms open for her. She pressed happy kisses to his face, his nose, his cheeks and then finally soft pecks to his lips, grasping at any part of him she could.

Happiness took new meaning when she was with him. Yes, Dublin was gorgeous, but he was even more gorgeous. He held her face and grinned. "My beautiful girl."

"I've missed you, Arun."

Armand smiled at the name. Only she could call him that. Only she had the privilege of knowing him so intimately. "I've missed you too."

Her brows furrowed. "Not that I mind your brown eyes, but...why exactly are you wearing contacts? And," she looked down. "Rashid's clothing? What happened while I was away? Where is Gideon?"

He suddenly looked bashful. "I...I decided to look in on the interview. From afar. With no questions."

"You're undercover? As Rashid?" She suddenly burst out into laughter.

He rolled his eyes and pulled her into his chest. "Don't laugh. Louis thought it was clever."

"He's your best friend, of course he thought it was clever. The two of you are the very definition of tweedle dee and tweedle dumb when you're together." Lissette continued. "And Gideon?"

She was confused when she realised he wasn't there as he was the one of them who was mostly always home. Gideon was often worried about leaving Louis for long periods of time, but he'd drawn the line at the interview apparently. He was worried, very, very worried.

Gideon Russo was one of Lissette's favorite people in the world, and she liked having her favorite people together. She'd grown used to having him around, so this was very odd.

"Left two days ago. Visiting Italy until the interview is over. Or until Louis asks him to be part of it."

Lizzie pulled back and pulled a confused face. "Asks him to be a part of it?" She asked. "This was for him, not Gideon."

"Well, we're all involved. I suspect the time will come when he invites us all in." His hand brushed over her jaw softly.

She scoffed. "He should've asked me earlier. At least I would've had time to prepare. There's many stories where I am the funniest person in the room and he might get them wrong!"

Armand laughed at her adorable rambling. "I think he was just worried. He doesn't like to cause you unnecessary pain. And we haven't discussed him in a while."

"You can say his name. It's not forbidden, you know." She sighed, folding some more clothes into her closet. "Lestat does not cause me pain, anymore. Not since...not for a while, actually." That was a lie. He'd been trying to get into contact with her for the last decade especially, but she hid it from the people in her life. She didn't care. That was also a lie. "I can discuss him. Especially the happy parts. I loved my life, Arun, you forget that."

He nodded and pressed a kiss to her head. "You're right. I know you are, you're strong. The strongest person I know."

"Coming from you, that's the greatest compliment." She said quietly.

He looked at her like every word she spoke was gospel. Even her silliness was magnificent to him.

He looked outside for a moment before looking to her. "The sun will rise soon. Shall we sleep?"

She quirked a brow. "But you don't need to sleep."

"You do." He answered.

She just smiled, a content feeling washing over her heart. "Yes, I suppose I do. But I have to eat first, and daddy wanted me at the table for dinner."

"Then I'm happy to serve." He replied.

"Oh, god, you'll be serving! Oh, this is going to be so fun!" Lissette giggled loudly at the thought.

It was an odd role play which would have Lizzie laughing for days, if not weeks. She wondered how long he'd keep the ruse going and how long she could keep it to herself.

He shook his head at her. "You are insane, you're aware of that, yes?"

"Your bar for insanity is awfully low, you're aware of that, yes?" She shot back.

He only looked at her lovingly.

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NEW ORLEANS, 1910

Lissette had been crying for most of the night. It wasn't a new thing for her to cry often, but this was different. She missed Louis. He hadn't come back in weeks, after that wonderful night when he tucked her in and treated her so kindly.

Had she said something wrong? Had she done something he didn't like?

"Sweet girl, Louis will be back, you must not weep." Lestat attempted to calm her as her little tears stained the keys of the piano.

He had her sat in his lap in front of the piano, her small fingers over his. He'd been trying to cheer her up, and music had always had a place in her heart.

"Nuh-uh." She said. "He left. He doesn't like us anymore." She was so sure of this, and she didn't like being ignored. She hadn't seen the sun in a while because of the lack of him in her life. To her, Louis and the sun were one and the same; bright shining beacons of light.

"Lissette," he sighed, manoeuvring her to face him. He held her small face in his hands. "Louis isn't like us. Our family is different from his, he's only getting accustomed to it. He needs time."

"Too much time." She huffed, nuzzling further into his hands.

He chuckled slightly at her anger. "Yes. It angers me too." He mimicked her facial expression.

They looked so much like each other in that moment, like mirrors of what was and what will be. He was right when he said that she was a part of him, a miniature version of him, in looks at least.

She loved her papa so much it hurt sometimes. Later on she'd think to herself how awful of a person he truly was, and how awfully she still craved him, but not yet.

She wondered to herself when exactly Louis would be back. She missed him, she really, really missed him. It felt lonely without him, even with her papa. Lissette had quickly gotten used to having more than one person around, and going so quickly back to only being a duo was odd. But she would persevere, she was strong. Lestat was enough company for her, at least for now.

"I just hope he comes back soon. I need to have words with him." She said as angrily as she could.

Her anger was so adorable. Her sadness though, was heartbreaking. Every time he saw her cry, Lestat swore a piece of his heart fell with her tears.

"And you'll be more petrifying than death herself, I'm sure of it." He pressed a kiss to her hair.

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Lissette was trying her very best to read by candlelight that night, cuddled in her bed and upset because papa had some important business to take care of and couldn't read to her.

He said whatever he was doing would make her very happy, to which she had furrowed her brows and asked is he was buying her chocolate. He laughed and placed a kiss on her head, whispering it's something much better. She didn't know anything could be better than chocolate.

She squinted slightly at the small font of the words, unable to keep up with the story. English had such silly words, she thought to herself.

There was a loud thud from downstairs, Lissette furrowing her brows at the sound. She was used to these kind of noises, knowing her father needed to feed so she expected them. Outside of home, loud noises frightened her, but she knew she was safe here and Lestat would never put her in any danger.

Slightly muffled voices came through the door of her room and she decided to see what was happening. Her small feet padded down the stairs, her face questioning and brimming with curiosity. "Papa?" She called out.

No answer.

Then she saw her father seated on the third step of the staircase, and heard the screams of a dying man. She turned her head to see another vampire feeding on some odd looking man. The shock flooded her system.

"Oh, my dear Lissette, did we wake you?" Her papa asked as he beckoned her over. She walked over to him carefully, dubious of what was happening. She crawled into his arms. "I hope you like your gift. Consider it a belated birthday present."

The vampires head shot up from the throat of the man, eyes blown wide in ecstasy. Lestat had told her what it was like for a vampire to feed for the first time and that nothing truly matched the pleasure of that first sip.

She recognised him with an excited gasp. "Mister Louis!" She cried out excitedly, skipping over her father to run to him.

He'd fallen onto the floor next to the corpse, not expecting Lissette to be there, not even thinking about Lissette because of his hunger. She hopped over the dead body and threw herself into his arms. "Ettie wait—!" He cried out, afraid he would drink her blood as well and would never forgive himself.

But she hugged him and he felt...nothing. No hunger.

Lestat smiled. "You don't have to worry about the temptation. Lissette has been a regular drinker of my blood, your makers blood, our connection transcends emotions. Your body can feel it in her, you'll not wish to harm her." He explained.

( Daniel: Wait, wait. He was feeding her his blood?

Louis nodded.

Daniel: What kind of fucked up daddy-daughter bonding ritual is that?

Louis: According to Lestat it was a necessary means of protection. The blood of a vampire makes mortals like yourself heal faster, feel stronger, like they can do anything. And now, it was his way of protecting her from me and my hunger.

Daniel: So no urges? None at all?

Louis: Not in the slightest. )

He let the words sink in before sighing in relief, holding her in his arms like a lifeline. "Oh, baby. Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." She pulled away from him with a wide grin. It was eerie, her lack of reaction. His eyes grew wide with worry as he tried to move her away or cover her eyes. "You shouldn't be seein' this. You need to go back upstairs. Just go upstairs. Lestat!" He cried out desperately. Lissette's innocence was at stake here, her childhood.

But Lestat laughed. "Oh, mon cher, this is nothing new for her. She is my daughter after all, she knows who I am. And now she knows who you are."

Louis was horrified. She'd known? This wonderful child with a thirst for life, had been living with a monstrous creature, and she'd known?

( Daniel: That sounds like a horror movie.

Louis: It wasn't unlike one. I was terrified. Lissette, little Ettie, fully aware and accustomed to the death that lingered in that house. A child; the very symbol of innocence, surrounded by sin.

Soft steps echoed across the room.

Lissette: I do hope you're discussing me. It's a riveting topic, I'm sure. )

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DUBAI, 2022

Daniel stopped talking. Something that was hard to achieve, but the second Lissette walked through the room, he stopped talking. The shock of seeing her again, after almost fifty years had set in.

She was here, she was real. He finally knew for certain, Lissette de Lioncourt was real. He was old, he knew this, but he'd always wondered if she'd been part of some drug addled hallucination. He was glad to know she wasn't, glad to know she was still alive.

His mouth opened and closed as if he was looking for words that didn't exist.

I do hope you're discussing me. Riveting topic I'm sure.

Yes, she was. She was the most riveting topic, perhaps. Her voice was angelic, like silk brushing his ear drums. What was happening?

Louis smiled at her. "Yes, we were, sugar. How do you feel? Rashid help you settle in okay?"

She almost broke character. "Yes, yes he did. I feel wonderful, daddy. But I am awfully hungry."

He waved her over to him. "Sit, eat." He pointed to one of the servers and then back to her. He quickly settled a bowl of blood in front of her. She smiled and whispered a quick thank you before digging in.

Daniel was still quiet, staring at her.

She looked back, eyes enclosed on him. He still had young eyes, though he'd say something different. He was still a bright young reporter with a point of view to her. He was still Danny to her.

Louis spoke. "Now, where were we?" But the reporter didn't reply. He looked between them, catching the tension. A smirk made its way onto his face. "Cat got your tongue, Daniel?"

He cleared his throat immediately, snapping his gaze away from the girl and shakily meeting Louis'. "Uh, yeah. I mean, no! No." He spluttered.

"Are you alright, Danny?" Lissette asked softly.

Her question was so genuine. So sweet. So her.

"Fine. I'm fine." He shrugged off her question. "You're a vampire. Liz," Liz? Why did he call her that? "just saw you. You're petrified. Something about sin and innocence." He filled in for Louis.

"Right." He nodded. "Lissette can fill in the rest of the blanks for herself, I believe." He turned to his daughter, face questioning.

She looked down and licked her lips clean. Her cheeks turned red.

"Huh. I didn't know she would be part of the interview." Daniel raised a brow.

"Neither did she until about half an hour ago." She spat, glancing at Louis.

His eyes softened. "Only if you want to be, Ettie. I'm not gonna force you to do anything."

You can choose this, were the unspoken words. You can choose how to tell your story, this choice you can make.

She took a deep breath and answered. "I'll do it. I can offer a...more nuanced portrait of things, I believe. Though, do keep in mind, I was awfully young at the beginning of things. I'll be speaking of it with a more childlike view."

Daniel nodded. "On the record, right?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Yes, Danny, on the record."

There it was again. Danny.

He looked at her for a moment, before lowering his face towards the microphone of the computer. "Introducing the vampire Lissette de Lioncourt, the daughter of Lestat de Lioncourt."

"The daughter of Louis de Pointe du Lac." She corrected. "Lestat hasn't been my father in years." Lie. "I am Louis' daughter, no one else's."

I no longer belong to Lestat.

Louis' smile turned so bright, it lit up the entire room. The father and daughter looked at each other like there was nothing else in the world, like everything else had just fallen away. Like he was hers and she was his.

"The daughter of Louis de Pointe du Lac," he said. "The most recent addition to our book. So," he looked up. "Lissette, Louis had just been made a vampire. Louis who you loved, how was that for you?"

She smiled, and the laugh that left her lips was exactly like Louis'.

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NEW ORLEANS, 1910

Louis couldn't tear his eyes away from her. His sweet angel girl, who he believed was so innocent and who smiled in the wake of blood just because he was there. The thought warmed him, in a sick sort of way.

He pressed his palms against her face, eyes creased with an unknown sort of grief. She reached out to dab the blood off his mouth with the sleeve of her white nightdress, staining her clothes crimson all while wearing the sweetest grin in the world.

( Lissette: It was amazing. It was beautiful, he was beautiful. It meant Louis could be with me, with us, forever.

Daniel: And the idea of forever? Of eternity? It didn't bother you.

Lissette: Children have no concept of forever, Danny. I was no different. To me it just meant Mister Louis would be there when I woke up, when I went to sleep, and for everything in between. )

She leaned in closer and kissed his bloody cheek. "Your eyes are very beautiful now, Mister Louis. Like an angel."

His heart broke. He wanted to cry, to weep in her arms and thank her over and over again until the word cut through his tongue.

Lestat rose to his feet and moved the body away, wrapping it up in one of their very fancy carpets.

"For our next carpet, I'm thinking Persian. Arabesque maybe. Certainly need a more efficient way of ridding the waste." He said as he rolled the body up in the carpet, ready to dispose of their leftovers.

Lissette frowned. "I really liked that carpet."

"I'll get you another one. A better one." Lestat suggested with a grin. He took in Louis' frightened state, speaking as if to calm him. "The first time is the most unwieldy. Soon you'll be a natural. You'll come to enjoy it, its variations, little surprises."

His voice shook, horror embedding itself in his bones. "I-I gotta go home." He stuttered.

"This is your home now, Louis. Breathe." Lestat tried to comfort him, convince him that everything would be okay.

But nothing could help the new fledgling. "I... I gotta collect money from the cribs."

Lissette pulled a confused face from beside Louis. Where were all these concerns coming from? They were together now, they were all alright. Why was he so worried?

"I have all the money we need. Breathe."

"I have to go see Grace and Paul." He breathed, rising to his feet and Ettie with him.

"Oh, dear." Lestat sighed, nearing him slowly.

"You ain't fuckin' hearin' me!" Louis roared, shoving his companion harshly and throwing him against the wall with one rough touch.

Lissette gasped as the sound echoed across her home, running to her father worriedly. "Why did you do that?!"

Lestat grunted, whispering it's okay, it's okay, to his daughter.

He took in the scene before him, heavy breaths falling from his lips. "I... I need to go home." He opened the door and rushed out, reaching for what was familiar and safe.

"Louis, wait—!" The girl cried out desperately.

Lestat sighed, leaning against the wall. "He's going to find that very difficult."

Lissette was breathing heavily, clutching onto her father's shirt "You have to go get him, papa! He'll get hurt! He can't get hurt!" She begged, tears in her eyes.

"No, no, no, no, no." He shook his head, standing to his feet and then leaning down to be face to face with her. "Sometimes, my dark miracle, people must learn from experience. He'll come back if he knows what's good for him."

People must learn from experience. Let him get hurt so he comes back and realises Lestat was right all along. Like she would many times in the future.

Her bottom lip quivered slightly. "But—"

"Trust me, Lissette." He interrupted kindly. "He's going to be alright. We're going to be alright."

We. There was a we now. She liked the sound of that.

A few more minutes passed like that, Lissette eventually settling back into bed as she impatiently waited for Louis' return.

She was so frightened he wouldn't come back, or would come back damaged beyond repair. Her papa did not leave her side, curling up in bed with her to calm her nerves. There would be no we if he didn't come back.

Louis was a part of their family now, he couldn't leave.

"Lemme in!" An unmistakable pained scream came from outside, the metal bars of their gate rattling intensely. Her heart stopped as Lestat rushed downstairs, throwing a blanket around his shoulders to protect him from the sun. A violent pounding against the door came again. "Let me in, God damn it! Open the fucking door!"

He was in so much pain. Lissette could feel it in his voice.

Finally the screaming stopped, and Lissette's heart settled. Her breathing became regular again as she tried to listen to what was being said.

"The sun gives life to everything but us. I should have taught you that. The life of a vampire has its challenges and its rewards..." her papa said, opening the sky light and letting rays of sunshine flow into the darkness of home. "...but I think New Orleans, with its music, culture, cuisine, shipping yards, conventioneers, thrill-seeking tourists far-flung from their homes, the laissez-faire attitude of the local police force" he chuckled, letting the sun fade away as he closed up the light. "oh, yes... the perfect setting for a vampire home...a vampire family...a vampire romance."

Their words faded away and Lissette frowned to herself. She hated not knowing what was going on.

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NO ONE'S POV

Louis' charred body shook. "Ettie...is she—"

"She is fine. Concerned about you. Immensely so." His voice was deep and velvety. "Lissette is nonnegotiable. My life, is her life, is our life. We can be a family, Louis."

He let the words settle in as the coffin opened up and Lestat settled into it. "I ain't sleepin' in there."

Lestat laughed at that. "We'll get you your own soon enough. You've had a long life, Louis, and such an extraordinary one ahead." He purred. "Have a rest." But his companion was still unsure. "It's okay. You can be on top."

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LISSETTE'S POV

She stayed up for hours thinking of Louis, worry clouding her mind. She couldn't take it anymore, holding her teddy bear and crawling out of bed. Slowly, she made her way to her father's coffin room.

It was very peaceful there, a kind of night where everything just fell into place. Lissette would later learn that it was anything but, that it was only days before that Louis' brother had died and that Lestat had turned him in a moment of utmost grief. But as of now, everything felt right.

She walked over to the coffin, knocking her fist against the wood. "Papa?" She asked carefully.

The lid cracked open, Lestat and Louis both in fancy, silk night clothes holding onto each other. Louis' skin was still charred, burnt by the very thing Lissette identified him as. That made her sad.

Her papa smiled softly at her. "Yes, dear girl?"

Louis looked up through newly emerald eyes. "What is it, sugar?" Even in the utmost pain, he still worried for her.

She leaned in close to him. "Are you alright? Does it still hurt?" She reached out to trace her fingers softly on his burnt skin.

He would've flinched if it was anyone but her, but couldn't bring himself to show that her gentle touch could hurt him. "I'm okay. Don't you worry about me."

For a minute she just stood there, unsure of what to do. She didn't want to go, but didn't know if she was welcome to stay. Maybe they only wanted each other for now and she'd understand. But she wanted to be with them, at least for tonight. At least for a while before she grew up.

Lestat knew this. He knew exactly who she was and what she needed. He smiled at her and then looked to Louis. "Well," he said, eyes back on his daughter. "Come on in. We need our rest."

She almost jumped in with a frightening excitement, settling in on her father's chest and letting Louis wrap his arm around her. Now she could sleep, with her new family.

A beat of silence passed before she broke it.

"Can you be my daddy now, Mister Louis?" She asked sleepily.

His arm tightened around her, the pain exiting his body and being replaced by a light he was told he'd be unable to feel from now on.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Yeah, I can do that, baby."

She smiled with her eyes shut and snuggled her teddy bear closer to her body. "That's nice." She yawned. "Good night, papa. Good night, daddy."

Lestat pressed a kiss to the crown her her head. "Good night, mon ange."

"Good night, sugar." Louis said.

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Months passed with Louis, Lissette and Lestat spending each and every night together, except for the nights papa deemed date nights. She wasn't quite sure what he meant, but he said he'd explain soon enough.

Daddy wasn't very affectionate on a general basis, but he was with her because he knew she needed it. She fed off of soft touches and kind words, and as a growing girl, required it often.

"I'll never get good at it! Never, ever!" She cried out, getting off of her piano stool, stomping her legs stubbornly against the floor. She kept messing up Hungarian Rhapsodies, which was horrible considering it was one of her papas favourite pieces. She wanted to learn it and show it to him, watch his face turn proud. She wanted to see his eyes light up with the knowledge that his daughter was almost as talented as he was.

She would never get there if she kept fucking things up. That was a word they used often, fuck. Other words too, words that she technically wasn't supposed to say but did anyway. They were funny, and always got her point across. Like when papa and daddy were talking about how she could often be too emotional and she overheard.

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"I'm not sayin' I don't love it. She feels a lot and that's a precious thing. She just needs to learn how to deal with things better." Louis claimed, sitting across from Lestat on the couch.

Lestat scoffed. "Deal with things better? She's a vibrant expression of the universe, a cavern of echoing emotion, she does not need to learn anything." He claimed, his dramatics always getting the best of him. Lissette giggled to herself, hidden comfortably by the stairs.

She could do no wrong in his eyes, and mischievously, she often took advantage of that.

"Lestat," her daddy sighed. "She's getting older. Things'll get harder to deal with, it's better she outgrows the dramatics now. I mean, she'll be a teenager soon and they ain't so kind."

"What nonsense! My Lissette is the kindest girl in the world, a few measly bodily changes won't change that." He was so sure of himself, and thankfully what he said would be true. Lissette would become a very kindhearted teenager. "If you really feel so strongly about it, discuss it with her."

"Nah, I don't wanna upset her. She's got the confidence of a bullfighter, I'm not gonna mess that up for her." He shook his head. "That's why I'm talking to you about it."

"This is nothing. This is a nothing issue, mon cher."

"It's not, though." He said, undeterred.

Lissette chose that moment to pop up, her bright blonde hair moving with her. "Yes, it is."

Louis and Lestat both turned their heads to look at her, eyes wide. They were vampires, sure, but they truly thought Lissette was upstairs drawing in her room. She was very easy to distract, at least that's what they thought.

Louis looked at her with concern while papa began to laugh. "I didn't mean anything by it, Ettie. Honest. I'm just worried."

"Yes, mon petit, he's worried you're as dramatic as your dear papa." Lestat said with a fake look of shock.

"That's not what I said."

"It's alright, daddy." She said, settling in between them. "I can be very expressive. But no one can be more dramatic than papa. He's a fucking actor, after all."

They both paused at that and then began talking over each other like the concerned parents they were.

"What did you say, young lady—" Louis.

"Where did you learn that word—" Lestat.

"Where did you hear that—"

"From you." She admitted freely. "You say it a lot. A lot, a lot."

Louis pulled a face. "No, we don't."

"'Lestat, what the fuck are you doing?! Louis, where are my fucking slippers?! You fucking idiot! I'm not cleaning your fucking mess!'—" Lestat interrupted her rather colourful imitation by placing his hand over her mouth.

"Alright, alright. We understand, you don't have to go on."

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Louis immediately rose from his seat on the couch, Lestat was out hunting that night, on his own as the other struggled to maintain his hunger. His eyes creased with worry as he neared her, quick steps against the carpeted floor. He took in her frazzled state, the light green dress she wore flying around her as she stomped her foot against the ground.

He frowned. "What is it, Ettie? What's wrong?"

She looked up at him with angry eyes. "What is it?" She seethed. "What is it?! I'm never going to learn it, I'm never going to get better at it! That's such a stupid fucking question!"

"Hey, now, what did we say about that word?" He chastised. He had quickly become the stricter parent, though their version of strict wasn't exactly that. It just meant he was the one who spoiled her less.

Her cheeks turned rosey as she looked down. "That it's for grown ups." She mumbled.

"And what are you not?"

"A grown up." She said quietly.

"That's right." He nodded with a pointed look. "Now, you wanna talk about it using our normal tones? Not the screaming?"

She nodded shyly and the let out a heavy sigh. Louis always knew how to calm her using logic, while Lestat usually joined in on her dramatics. Both had their merits, bur she liked the way Louis did it more. "It's just difficult, daddy. I'm trying, I'm trying so hard, but my hands just won't—they won't work."

He took her hand and led her back to the piano, sitting next to her on the stool. He put an arm around her shoulders and held her close before taking her hands in his own. He played with her fingers for a moment before settling them back onto the piano.

In such a short time he'd grown to settle into the fatherly role quite well. Lissette said so, at least. He held her hands closer to her face. "You see these hands?"

She nodded confusedly.

"They're gonna grow. Just like the rest of you. You're trying to do something really hard before you're ready. You can't play 'cause you can't reach the keys, baby. You'll be able to with time." He swore to her with a soft smile, placing a kiss on her head. "It just takes a little time."

He heard her let out a shaky sigh and cuddle into him. "Papa's gonna be so disappointed."

He pulled away with a laugh. "And what makes you think that?"

"You've seen him play! He's amazing, the best! I want to be like him!" She cried passionately.

Louis sighed at her words, clenching his eyes shut. "Ettie." He said, knowing exactly who Lestat was. He loved him, yes, but did he think he was a good role model? Was he someone Lissette, his daughter, should look up to? He wasn't sure. "Your father—"

"My ears are burning." Speak of the devil. "My gorgeous girl!" He exclaimed happily, bright eyes landing on Lissette.

"Papa!" She ran into his open arms. "How was hunting?" She asked as he propped her up on his hip.

"Uneventful. Especially since your daddy refuses to join me." He threw a pointed look to Louis, who looked down. "You were discussing me, I take it. Riveting topic I'm sure."

Louis spoke up. "Ettie's just a little upset about her piano—"

"Uh-uh!" The girl insisted with a look of urgency.

Lestat furrowed his brows, looking from his companion to his daughter. "Her piano skills? Ma petit, you're the most talented musician I know, second only to myself. Whatever would you be upset about?"

"I can't tell you." She insisted. "And daddy can't tell you either!"

He scoffed. "Daughter, saviour, dark miracle, you must tell me. The only way I can help, is if I know."

"Daddy helped me. I feel better now."

Suddenly the air shifted. Lissette felt it, a negative emotion bleeding into the atmosphere of the room. It made her uncomfortable. If she had been older, she would've seen the sour look on her papas face and the way her daddy looked straight back at him with some sort of challenge.

( Louis: I believe that was the first time it truly occurred to him that making me Lissette's father meant he'd have to share for once in his life.

Lissette: I did not blame him, to be honest. He'd had me to himself for so long, it had to be odd to have me look to someone else for comfort. But Lestat was...possessive.

Louis: To say the least.

Daniel: Yeah, I'm picking up on that. So, he makes Louis your dad and then what? He doesn't like it when he acts like your dad?

Lissette: He was contradictory like that. It stemmed more from his need for control, than anything else. He had a vision of our family, and in that vision he was the sun and stars to both of us. He didn't account for our relationship growing so strong, perhaps even surpassing the one I had with him.

Lissette still wasn't sure if this was true. If her relationship with Louis was stronger than it was with Lestat, but it had lasted longer. It had run deeper, and their similarities were so obvious. But de Lioncourt spirit ran through her veins, that much she was sure of. )

"Did he now?" Lestat spat. "Isn't that nice of him? Next time, you come to me, hm?"

Lissette wasn't sure how to respond to that. She just looked at him confusedly.

"She can come to me too." Louis said, arms crossed over his chest. "I'm her father too, right? Your life, her life, our life. Isn't that what you said?"

He paused and his face grew harder. His grip on Lissette tighter as if to say; this is mine. "Yes, mon cher. That was it." He waited for a moment before allowing a smile to grace his features. He turned to Lissette. "You sleep with me today, yes?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" She nodded enthusiastically. She'd missed being in the coffin with her father.

He laughed. "Wonderful! The sun will be out soon, shall we?" She smiled. Lestat looked to Louis. "Louis." He nodded his head quickly at him.

That was only the beginning of his spiteful jealousy. The next few years would prove to be more and more difficult.

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NEW ORLEANS, 1912

Even after two years, for whatever reason, daddy still insisted on visiting his old family. While Lissette loved his sister Grace and even his mama was sweet to her, she knew papa wasn't welcome.

He went along to please Louis, to make him happy and content.

( Louis: My unwillingness to separate from humanity was a constant struggle in my vampiric existence. I felt it was essential

to maintain ties. But it was getting more difficult. )

Tonight, Louis and Lestat were getting ready for an opera, a wonderful show he assured. Lissette was to stay home and practice her piano. She was a peaceful child and they trusted her on her own.

"The curtain goes up at eight." Lestat reminded him. Louis was hand in hand with Lissette who was adorned in a lovely lavender dress.

"We'll only be here an hour." He assured.

"They'll seat us late, and we'll miss Nora's entrance with the Christmas tree." He added, as if urging him to hurry.

"You ain't gon' miss anything." Louis said, walking up to his home. His mother stood like a judgemental figure before him, eyes hard and cold.

She scoffed. "Look what the wind blew in."

Louis lowered his head respectfully. "Mama."

He walked up the steps to place a kiss on her cheek. Lissette stepped back and took her papas hand. It was clear there was growing resentment in Louis' old family, one neither Lissette nor Lestat enjoyed.

"You remember Lestat. And his daughter, Lissette." He nodded his head towards the two blondes, who in that moment looked so very similar. It was frightening to think that she wasn't biologically his and yet somehow exuded him from her pores.

Lestat took her hand with fake kindness. "Madame de Pointe du Lac, all the kindness for the invitation."

"I don't remember inviting him, but please, take your overdressed self

and have a fine time." She said coldly, then looking to Lissette and her eyes softened slightly. "Hi, sweetheart."

She smiled politely. "Hello, Madame."

"Madame." Lestat nodded in farewell. "Louis." It was more snappy.

"Take Ettie, will you?" He asked the blonde. "She don't need to be runin' around here and gettin lost."

"I was planning on it." He said.

Louis leaned down and pressed a kiss on her head. "We'll be out of here soon, sugar, okay?"

"Okay." She said quietly.

She didn't like it when Louis went back to his old family. He always seemed to want things to change after, he and papa always fought after. The loud yelling hurt her ears and made her think one of them would leave, slip through her fingers like water.

That's why after every fight they had, she'd sneak into one of their coffins and hold them as tight as possible. She'd beg them to make up and within a few days they usually would. She had quickly become the thing that bridged them together through darker times.

This would eventually become the resentment that festered deep within her. The thing they'd expect from her in every possible way.

She walked with her father towards the banjo band, but quickly decided she wanted to be held again. Lestat sat in one of the seats outside and she hopped onto his lap.

He sighed longingly, pulling out his cigarettes and a match out of his jacket. Lissette watched him curiously. "When can I try that?" She asked as he lit up his smoke.

He laughed slightly. "Later. Much later. You'll try it with me then."

"You and daddy do it all the time. Why can't I?"

He pulled her closer to prove a point, letting her inhale the smoke around her. She coughed heavily, her eyes watering slightly. "That's why." He said. "You're too small. Patience, my dear. You'll do this and much more."

"Will daddy stop visiting his family by then?" She asked casually.

He paused and considered this. Her words hit him harder than he thought they would. He couldn't understand Louis' connection to a family that clearly did not feel the same way anymore. He had new family now, a better family. One who wanted him and all his flaws.

Lissette had called him beautiful when he was soaked in blood with murder on his hands. Was this not enough?

"I hope so." He said. "I really do."

She yawned. "Can we go home now? I want to squeeze in some piano practice before I go to sleep."

"Just a little longer, mon ange. Daddy'll be back soon."

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A few weeks passed and the energy in their home had been tumultuous, to say the least. While they tried to keep things quiet and civil for Lissette, she could sense the bad energy between them.

Nothing was explosive, they didn't fight, but everything felt wrong. Her bones shook with every awkward silence that befell them. She tried to ask, tried to make things better but she couldn't.

She wept softly in her room, hoping desperately that Louis and Lestat would not hear her. It was all alright, she told herself, but it was not true. Anger and resentment had built up in their walls and she felt every bit of it.

Especially tonight, as Louis' kills had caught up to him. One kill, at least. She could hear their yelling from where the incinerator lay, and she wondered if this should be one of those moments where she should interfere. Well, she thought to herself, why should this time be any different from before?

She was there to fix everything. She was there to keep the peace, that was her job. Her papa had always called her his peace, and that was a role she needed to live up to.

But her body couldn't move. She just cried harder as the argument continued. With the slam of the incinerator, they both retreated into their coffins.

( Louis: In recent years, I've come to the realisation that the chaos in our home did more damage than I had thought to Lissette.

Lissette: Daddy, it's not—

Louis: No, it's true. You were a child, living in an unstable home. That is something I'll never be able to make up for.

Lissette: Don't be so hard on yourself. You weren't the only adult in that house, and you were a young vampire. You had your own inner pain. Lestat, on the other hand.

Daniel: I'm with her on this one. Blondie brought you in and didn't think there'd be some trouble? An adjustment period, maybe? )

She stood outside their door, her eyes pressed against the wood.

"I don't like sleeping angry." Her papa said. "For the record, if disrespect was done to you, I would have killed him myself." He continued. "Well, what can I do to make it up to you?"

The coffin from beside him creeped open. "I wanna buy the Fair Play Saloon."

Daddy wanted to buy the fancy club with the pretty lights? She'd like that.

"That's ambitious."

"If you don't wanna help, I'll do it myself." He countered.

"Ridiculous of you to mix human

and vampire business. It always ends poorly." Lestat argued. "But how can I stop you? How can I say no to you?"

And suddenly everything was alright again, and her body stopped shaking. Her breathing evened out, and she retreated to her room.

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GLIMPSES OF A DAMNED CHILDHOOD

NEW ORLEANS, 1912-1917

LISSETTE DE LIONCOURT, AGES 10-15

1913

Ever since Louis had purchased his club, everything had sort of evened out in their home. He had his business and Lestat dedicated himself to Lissette's education even more so than before. It seemed he was constantly preparing her for something that would take a toll on her future, something earthshaking and she couldn't quite grasp what that was.

She was eleven now, slowly growing and her understanding of the world with her. Lissette had started to come to the realisation that papa was actually growing jealous of her and Louis. He directed his anger at Louis and his carefully crafted spite at Lissette.

He'd whisper in her ear as she lay her head on his chest. You'll always be my favourite, ma petit.

I hope you'll always come back to me.

Because I was the first in your life. You know how important that is, don't you?

My beautiful, talented, intelligent girl.

The last one was something he'd say to her over and over again, as often as she needed to hear it. But she was growing to want more than just her fathers. She would often try to sneak out in the mornings, just to feel the sun on her face. She'd draw landscapes where the sun would cover the entire paper like a blanket, she'd watch as children would walk home at night after a day in the park, their skin tan or burned red, their hands rough and faces smiling.

She'd never had a friend, she realised sadly. Her papa told her he and Louis were enough, but she wasn't sure. She tried once, to talk to a boy when papa and daddy were feeding. He had ashy brown hair and green eyes and a sweet chipmunk smile. He'd dropped his ball and it had rolled towards the bench she was sitting on.

She looked down and picked it up. The boy stared at her and smiled. "You gonna throw that back over?" He asked.

She looked back up at him, eyes wide and words unable to leave his face. She stuttered her words out, "u-um, yes. Of course!" And she took it into her hands and threw it back at him.

He looked at her for a second. "You live around here?" She nodded shyly. "Haven't seen you."

"I-I—my parents don't really let me go out." She answered.

"Why do you talk like that?" He asked rudely.

She furrowed her brows. "Like what?"

He answered honestly. "Like you don't know how to talk."

Her eyes began to blur with tears. Like she didn't know how to talk? What did that even mean? Was it her accent? Or the stutter she didn't know she had? She was sure she sounded stupid, so, so stupid. How come she couldn't talk to anyone but her parents and an adult or two around her? Why did children her own age frighten her so much?

She just didn't know how to be. She was immediately uncomfortable when he approached her, like her skin wasn't her own. She needed to learn how to talk, she needed to learn how to be, she needed to be better.

Her silence struck him and suddenly his eyes grew mischievous. "What? Are you simple?"

Simple? What did that mean? Papa said she was a complex girl full of variety.

"Oh, damn. You are." And then he started laughing at her. He laughed at her.

Her heart broke. Why was he laughing? What had she done that was so funny? This felt cruel. This felt mean.

She felt small, much smaller than before. Lissette curled into herself and the boy kept laughing.

He looked her up and down before throwing his ball up in the air and walking away, chuckles still falling from his lips.

"Lissette?" The voice of her papa came from beside her. She watched as he wiped blood from his mouth and sat beside her. He took in her saddened state. "What is it, my love, what happened?"

She just shook her head and cried into his chest. That was the day she realised that there was something deeply wrong with her, that she was missing one of the vital pieces of what it meant to exist, and that she would never be fixed.

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1914

Louis had Lissette by his side and Lestat was on her other side. She lay sandwiched between them as the younger vampire read to her.

"I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will always remain young. It will never be older than this particular day in June...if it were only the other way!" He read dramatically from Oscar Wilde's magnum opus, the Picture of Dorian Gray. After Dracula, it had quickly become Lissette's favourite book.

She giggled. "Do you think Oscar Wilde knew about vampires when he wrote that?"

Lestat laughed loudly at that. "Wouldn't that be a laugh? Imagine one like us debating and discussing literature with that queen. He'd be consummated and drained within the hour."

"Lestat!" Louis chided. "Not in front of Ettie!"

"Oh, please. As if she doesn't know what we do in the privacy of our room."

He paused for a moment and Lissette didn't take much offence to it. "Did you—did you have the talk with her?"

She furrowed her brows. "The talk?"

"Do you mean did we discuss the carnal nature of being alive? Yes, we did." Lestat answered casually, playing with his daughters hair.

Louis' eyes widened as he let the information sink in. He didn't remember how or who had taught him about sex, but he knew he couldn't ask his parents about it. How could Lissette and Lestat discuss this so casually? What exactly did he tell her? On top of that, he thought they'd have this discussion as a family so he could soften whatever vulgar thing Lestat would inevitably say.

He also thought it would be later on, much later on. She was still so young, and barely had any contact with children her age. Why did she need to know? Couldn't she stay a child for a little longer? Couldn't she be his baby for a little longer?

"Oh, yes. That. It sounds interesting." She said, absentmindedly.

"Yeah, well, you won't be doing that for a long time." Louis said carefully, readjusting the book on his lap.

"That's what the girls at your club do, right?" She asked. Louis didn't answer. "The one with the black hair; Andrea. She's very pretty. I think I like her."

With no friends her own age, she'd befriended a lot of the girls as her daddy's club. While her parents would have their fun at the club, they'd decided she was finally old enough to run around on her own, especially since the employees knew to always keep an eye on her. Last time she'd run off and been accosted by a mean looking man, the employee who was in charge of looking after her had been fired and then never heard from again. They'd learned to make sure she was safe after that.

She'd sit with the working girls and watch as they applied their makeup and laughed together. She'd play cards with them often, and as the budding young strategist she was, she always won. She liked Andrea the most. She had dark skin, darker hair and the most beautiful brown eyes she'd ever seen. She'd asked her a lot of questions about her work after her conversation with papa and luckily she'd filled in a lot of gaps.

She grew more and more enamoured with her as the months passed. She was only six years older than Lissette and she found that she finally had a female figure in her life to look up to. She grew jealous when she saw slimy men out their hands on her, but Andrea assured that she was well compensated for it. She still didn't like it.

Louis pulled a curious face. "Andrea?" He asked before a smirk grew across his face. "You like her, huh?"

Lissette nodded excitedly. "Yes. She gives me butterflies. She's pretty and kind and has very soft skin."

Lestat laughed from beside her. "Like fathers like daughter, I suppose. Is it only girls, ma petit?"

"I don't think so. It's just people. Pretty people, fascinating people. I just like them." She answered honestly.

"Hm." The blonde hummed. "You're just like me then. Welcome to a world of wonder, my girl."

"Not for a while though. A long while." Louis chimed in. "Can we get back to the book now, please? We gotta sleep soon and you know Ettie ain't gonna settle unless we finish this chapter."

"Yes, please." She asked as she readjusted herself on the bed. The soft lull of Louis' voice began again.

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1916

Lissette had recently turned thirteen, and her birthday was a lavish affair as always. Lestat spared no expense, buying the most beautiful dresses and the most fascinating books. The townhouse had been decorated in her favorite colours, pink, white and black, with banners and ribbons everywhere.

Her fathers had insisted on wearing party hats and she giggled when Louis secured the pointy hat to her head. "Thank you, daddy." He tapped her nose.

"You're welcome, sugar. Thirteen years today, my God." He walked her over to the table full of presents. "Who said you were allowed to grow up?"

"No one. No one at all, so the fact that you're doing so is an utter nuisance." Lestat came up behind her, tackling her in a tight hug and carrying her up as she squealed. "My beautiful little girl becomes a woman. Horrible." He flicked her temple.

"That's rude, papa."

"Yes, yes. So," he clapped his hands before her. "as much as I destain the idea of you growing, this is the most important day of the year and should be treated as such. Here." He handed her a velvet box.

She gasped excitedly, taking the box into her hands and being quick to open it. Within it was a golden ring encrusted with a symbol on it. Something like a lion with embellishments all around it. It was beautiful.

"Our family crest." Lestat said with an emotional voice, his smile proud. "The time has come for you to truly understand who and what we are. I hope you value the name as much as I do."

She gave a watery grin and launched herself into his arms. "Not nearly as much as I value the man who gave it to me." She pulled back and slipped the ring on. "Oh, papa, it's beautiful! I love it. Daddy, look! Look!" She turned to Louis with an innocent happiness.

Louis looked at Lestat's face and how it morphed into a look of fatherly pride before he looked to his daughter. "It's gorgeous, baby." Then he flourished his hand and bowed before her, reaching out to hold her hand. "Madame de Lioncourt."

She curtsied. "Monsiour de Pointe du Lac." She gave him her hand and they began to waltz around the room without music. Laughter spilled from them both.

Lestat settled himself at the piano, beginning a soft simple tune. He watched as his daughter danced with a light in her eyes she'd had ever since he found her.

Lissette felt herself grow comfortable, flinging herself around the room like a wild girl. Daddy smiled and laughed with her and that was the day she promised herself she'd never leave him.

( Daniel: So even with the drawbacks, you managed to have a childhood.

Lissette: A wonderful childhood. Full of love and art and affection. Don't get me wrong, there were always going to be things lacking, but isn't that true for every life?

Daniel: Well, most kids you know, see the sun every once in a while. Socialise with other kids, talk to someone other than their parents and their parents workers.

Lissette: If you're trying to say they fucked up, Danny, you're not wrong. But what parent didn't?

Daniel knew she was trying to excuse every mistake her fathers had made with her. She may have said she hated Lestat but her eyes told a different story. She may have said that she had forgiven Louis, but every time a hurtful memory came forward, she wouldn't meet his eyes.

Children very rarely saw their parents the way Lissette did, as infallible. Louis was an angel to her, her beautiful angel. He'd never really make a mistake in her eyes. He thought that, unaware of what would come after the last Mardi Gras Lissette would ever celebrate.

The day her heart would break into a million pieces, along with her mind. )

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AN: so…this was a WAY too long chapter, but I really wanted to introduce Lissette and sort of her dynamic with Louis, Lestat, Armand and Daniel. My next few posts will be one-shots from a lot later in the show, so they won’t be in chronological order but I will provide context for each of them. I hope y’all enjoyed this!

[volturiprincess]

could you do headcanons on the volturi having a mate who sings in the shower? like they don’t realize the vampires can hear them yk

Slow and steady wins the race right? I'm starting to work more on request, i know I been lacking but school really does keep me occupied. I hope this makes up for it. Enjoy💙

Singing In The Shower

Warnings: none that I am aware of

Felix:

The song choice “Toxic” by Britney Spears 

For some reason whenever you heard that song you just thought of him, so of course you added that to your playlist that you listen to when you shower 

So currently you find yourself belting this song with all your might without a single care in the world 

You don't even realize that everyone in the castle can hear you

Every. Single. Vampire. Can. Hear. You. 

Everyone was scattered around the castle but they stopped as you started singing this song

Everyone basically gravitated toward Felix

“Is that your mate?”

“Is she okay?”

“Why is she singing that song”

“Will someone stop that”

Felix loves to hear you sing, he thinks you sound like an angel but he does get slightly flustered when people bring up your singing 

When he does confront you, he’s a bit smug about it 

Clearly he knows that song is dedicated to him so he will respond with a “Well well, aren't we feeling scandalous today?”

When he tells you that the others can hear you singing, obviously you're embarrassed but at the end of the day when Demetri tells you that when you sing, Felix gets flustered

It's worth it without a doubt

You will keep singing and Felix won't stop you because he enjoys hearing you sing, even if your song choices get a bit….explicit (he’s into that anyways)

Demetri:

Song choice “Brooklyn Baby” by Lana Del Rey 

This vampire would join in if this was the case 

To the cheesiest of pop songs, to the most explicit rap song to a simple ballad that hits you in the soul, he will sing them with you (language is of no concern for him, he does after all know multiple languages)

He will tend to add songs into your “Shower playlist” that he would want to hear you sing or ones where you and him can duet 

He really does not care if others can hear you, he actually thinks of it as a mini concert in the bathroom. 

He even manage to add color changing bulbs to create that feeling of a rock concert 

Felix might tease you guys but those mini shower concerts are one of the many things you and Demetri bond over 

So yea the kings might have a talk with him about being able to hear “such vulgar” songs (mostly Caius thinking, Aro is intrigue while Marcus is whatever)

But that just makes him want to let you do you, he would never want to stop you in doing something you love 

What he likes the most about you singing in the shower is how you manage to outshine him during a rap song

He is shock how you manage to say all of the words without missing a beat

When you first found out the others can hear you (after many showers later), you were absolutely mortified at the realization

What do you mean they can hear me Demetri?” You guys have super hearing????

After many reassurance he tells you it's no problem  and that you singing in the shower is one of the highlights of his day (he likes that quirk of yours)

Alec:

“Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter (before anyone comes out for me, I thought of this song for Alec because I was thinking about that one-shot I wrote for him called ‘Better than a Cup of Coffee’ plus this song wont leave my mind, i'm always ‘now he’s thinking bout me every night, isn't that sweet?’)

It started off as any other lovely day, you were getting ready to take your well needed shower, but couldn't start it until you got your music set 

As soon as the song above goes on you start grooving to it and singing it, not really thinking twice about it 

It was even your first time ever singing in the shower in the castle so again you didn't think twice 

But before you can even get to the last verse of the song, Alec appears on the other side of the shower door staring at you

(A little jump scare to be honest) while his face holds no emotion or reaction 

He informs you he could hear you all the way from the throne room

Instantly your heart drops and the color to your skin starts to loose its normal color at his words 

Your his shy, introverted, and calm mate yet here you are here acting the total opposite, everyone knows how you are so they don't try to push you out of your comfort zone but hearing you sing such a pump up song leaves them shook 

At that moment you want to want the earth to just swallow you from the pure embarrassment that you were facing

Alec being the darling he is, was comforting you and telling you “i thought you had such a sweet voice cara, i could get used to it”

His words touch your heart but you still feel worried of when you have to face the others

“I will be there for you, if they say something I'll use my gift, hmm?”

So much for thinking about coffee in the shower 

Jane:

“Mi Niña Traviesa” by Luis Coronel 

She’s the one mortified here 

Not that your singing is bad to her (sure your voice might of cracked slightly but she secretly thought it was cute) it's just the others started to tease her

She’s very protective of you, so hearing others making fun of you awakens her right away 

She won't hesitate to use her gift on others 

As for you side, your not even aware of what is happening to her or that others can hear you

For a while she does not confront you about your singing in the shower because she knows it would embarrass you 

Until two certain vamps who like to joke around and spend hours with you when Jane is away on a mission spilled the news 

They said it casually, they asked you what that song (from above) you were singing called

You felt your soul leave your body, they heard me!?

You sat there as you felt yourself slowly shutting down from embarrassment and while Felix and Demetri just kept on talking about it, unaware of your state 

You eventually left them and went off to your shared room 

You have never felt such embarrassment in your life

About to curl up a sharp yet soft voice stopped you

“Who made you cry?”

You didn’t even realize that you had small tears coming down until Jane pointed it out 

She was by your side immediately and it is when you tell her

She freezes for a moment thinking she might as well reveal the truth 

When you hear her say this you felt even worse but she mentioned you sounded like an angel

She didn't tell you because she knew you would stop 

With her saying she likes your singing you promised her you would sing for her sometimes if she joins you in the shower 

[mosneakers]

Clementine: [staring at the screen in disbelief] This doesn't make any sense. She won… it's official. Kirsten: [with a heavy sigh] Well, I’ll be damned. You kids see the power you wield? You resurrected that Salas bunch, and now we’ve got a damn vampire in office. I'm telling you, it's that Darling family curse, it's no joke.

Salem: Yeah, no one's fucking laughing, mom.

Yellow: [Starts pacing, checking cell phone] Has anyone heard from Coraleye? It’s nearly 4 AM, and she hasn’t checked in. That’s not like her—especially after this long.

Donna, anxiously knitting on the sofa, turns to give her husband a loving glance, striving to keep her tone light and comforting. Donna: We needn't fret, love. She's likely off with Tycho, helping him get his mind off things like lovebirds do— hehe! Yellow: [Sighs] You’re probably right. I’ll give her more time before trying again. I do remember how it felt, being young and utterly smitten. [Grins and cheesily winks at Donna]

Salem: Disgusting.

Donna: You are! [Playfully sticks out tongue]

Seymour, thought to be asleep, croaks a laugh. Salem groans and leans forward, burying her head in her hands.

Out of nowhere, the Darling family landline rings, breaking the silence with a jolt. The unexpected sound causes even the family dog to yelp in surprise. Donna: Oh, heavens! It's alright, Mimsy, that's just the phone. Gave me a scare too; it hardly ever rings. Excuse me, I'll answer it.

Donna gently sets her knitting kit aside, then carefully maneuvers around the jumbled feet and dog, making her way to the foyer to tend to the ringing phone. Yellow tries his daughter’s cellphone once more, as Clementine nudges Salem with her leg. Clementine: What's wrong? Having doubts about resurrecting them? Salem: Of course not. Don’t be stupid. That was the only way I'd get you back. How was I supposed to know it'd get lead to this? She was so different all those years ago.

Donna, usually known for her bravery, suddenly cries out in distress from the foyer, causing Yellow to rush to her side, alarmed. Yellow: Donna, sweetheart! What's wrong? Who called? Donna: That was an officer from the city. We have to go pick up Coraleye right away! There's been a terrible accident. Yellow: What? What happened to her? Is she hurt?

Donna: She's safe, but it sounds like others may have been hurt, and she's rather quite shaken. They wouldn't elaborate, so I guess we'll learn more when we arrive. Oh! Let me just fetch my slippers!

Clementine: Shit, I’m pretty worried… should we tag along? Yellow: We’ll manage. Maybe you all stay here in case anything comes up here. Thanks, Clem. Mom— we'll be right back with Coraleye. Will you be alright getting Dad to bed? Kirsten: Yes, of course, hun. Just get my baby girl back home safe and soon.

Clementine: Ditto. Give her hugs and kisses for me. [Waits for Donna and Yellow to leave] What a crazy night. What do you think went down?

Salem: How should I know.

Clementine: Think it’s connected to Salas winning?

Salem: Most likely. And now that a psychotic vampire is in charge— this is just the beginning. Who knows what she's capable of?

Kirsten: You can say that again. How long is it gonna take before someone addresses that none of us mediums have been able to make contact with Jay Salas? I think the bitch killed her husband. Salem: Mom please, not now. Kirsten: Sorry! Just saying... I have my suspicions. Guess we'll save it for a later season.

Salem exhales heavily, clutching her scalp. Her gaze drifts to the glowing TV screen, where Tatiana's unsettling grin beams back, mocking her hesitation.

Salem: Ugh, fuck! I can’t believe I’m responsible for this fucking shitshow.

Clementine: [Brief silence, eyes transfixed on the screen] …You brought her into this realm.

Salem: …And I’m gonna have to take her out.

[charon-cries]

we're lucky Lestat de Lioncourt doesn't have tumblr, the drama he'd get into on here would be wild

#is this anything #he'd probably get cancelled instantly #also side note for future reference #i'm making this post before season 3 #so if anything in this is incompatible with amc canon #that's because i'm working off of seasons 1 + 2 and the books #okay ty have a nice day

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ANOTHER of my mutuals went missing after buying a backstage pass to a vampire lestat concert. she didn't post pictures, nothing, and she's been radio silent since her last post (which was about how she was about to go backstage...) and i really think we should be taking this more seriously. so.

reasons why i think "lestat de lioncourt" may be running a cult or something:

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Absolutely ridiculous. I am very open about what I am, you do not need to resort to senseless conspiracy theories to figure out where your little friend went.

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are you incapable of dropping the vampire bit for ONE moment? people are going MISSING and you're still doing your corny roleplay bit?

#discourse #TVL disappearances #callout

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📚 daniel-molloy

It's day number seventy-three of surviving this God forsaken website solely to keep tabs on Lestat's social media presence, and I'm still trying to decipher the lingo you people use here. What the Hell does, "I'm bald," even mean?

#the vampire lestat

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🪽 arun-rising

Did anyone else notice Lestat only posts during the night, in whichever timezone he's in while on tour? True commitment to the bit. Or the bite, I suppose.

🩸 carmillized

weren't you posting about how much you despise his music just yesterday???

🪽 arun-rising

I don't know what you're talking about. I never did that.

🩸 carmillized

You are correct. I believe you without question. I do not even know why I said that in the first place. I do not recall you posting about Lestat de Lioncourt before this.

#sorry OP i was out of line #now that i'm thinking about it though #this post is making me wonder if lestat could be a real vampire #i hadn't seriously considered it until this very moment #something came over me... #wonder why

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🐺 the-vampire-lestat

New song.

Listen, if you dare.

📷 disintegrated-wonder

Lestat, I thought we were over this...?

#louis talks

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🧷 baby-jenks

Wouldn't it be wild if we all just spontaneously combusted? Haha. Glad that will never happen

#fang gang #vampblr #random thought #it's unlikely

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👴🏻 marius-official Follow

How does this website work...?

🦇 fang-fan

delete your blog

#rank vibes on this man

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Check out my new book. It's a biography, about me, written by an award-winning journalist, chronicling my life as a werewolf. It's 100% factual and real, a real breath of fresh air in a world filled with fiction attempting to pass itself off as reality.

#iwtw #my posts #my book #me #werewolf #wolf #awoo #please i need to feed my litter of twelve #this book is all i have

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🩸 carmillized

hey all! i know that my mutual, audiofilled, is a little bit divisive in the music fandom rn, but i'm getting a little worried. i haven't heard from him since he made that post speculating about where TVL fans have been disappearing to. please send me an ask or a dm if you've heard from him!

#talk tag #getting a little worried #he's probably okay though

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🐺 the-vampire-lestat

Just had a lovely dinner. It's nice when your food is in tune with you, yes? Makes the blood sit well in the veins.

🦇 fang-fan

ur so funny

#edit: sorry for posting while audiofilled is missing #i didn't hear about it until just now

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🩸 carmillized

okay i just can't get over how he talks about himself. i don't know if it's just him being "in character" or if this is just how the guy acts irl, but he's so self-aggrandizing that i've been questioning it

no nuance/bald/other, you have to decide on the spot right now what you believe

📚 daniel-molloy

He's lying.

👩‍💻 talamascized-witch

I don't believe him for a second.

#archive #poll #lestat de lioncourt

[brabblesblog]

Ch 2: Whither is thy beloved turned aside?

Astarion has ascended, and she has stayed with him. Life in the Crimson Palace isn’t as idyllic as it seems. Is there a chance for their relationship to go back to how it was? Or is it too late for the Ascendant and his consort?

This series is about Ban, my Tav, and the Vampire Ascendant. Will be angst and smut, with sprinkles of fluff.

This fic is a softer take on Ascendant!Astarion and of the changes he undergoes after the rite. Can Ban handle the change, and if a chance came, would she choose to run? And can the Ascendant win her back in time? Inspired by the concept of vampire wives and that IGN interview with Larian that discussed the ascension.

Professionally edited by @editing-by-night

The invitation to the Withers’ party arrives at the Crimson Palace during a ball. Astarion allows her to go, with some caveats. Angst and smut.

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Masterlist.

The invitation could not have come at a worse time for Astarion. They read it after the party, as the last of the guests prepared to depart.

He glanced at Ban, who was still staring at the letter. She looked a little lost, and he immediately knew she wished to go. If it had been up to him, the letter would have been tossed into the fireplace immediately. Seeing them, his old friends, would be an unwelcome reminder of who he’d been. He knew they preferred that Astarion: weak, someone who acquiesced to their wishes - with snide words, perhaps, but nary a protest. They had all slowly stopped talking to him after the rite. Not that he cared, he reminded himself; he needed no one other than his consort.

“So.” He broke the silence, tapping his fingers on the armrest of his throne. She was perched on his lap, still staring at the parchment, as if she hadn't heard him. He hated being ignored. Especially by her.

His hand slid down to grip her muscled thigh, squeezing a little harder than he normally would, aiming to draw her attention back to him. Ban’s eyes flicked up in surprise, then settled back into that detached expression she usually wore when talking to him in the presence of others.

“Yes, my lord?” she said mechanically. There were still some guests mingling in the ballroom, so she maintained the decorum befitting the Ascendant’s consort.

“If you wish to go to the reunion, pet…” he said, weighing it even as he spoke. He’d let her go. As much as he disliked the idea, she’d probably be delighted. But there was no way he'd let her out of his sight, especially not across that sort of distance. And especially not around the people who knew him before - people who had less than stellar opinions about his improved self.

“I would be glad to accompany you,” he drawled, masking the amount of time it actually took for him to decide. He stretched his legs as he spoke, as if it was a trivial matter and he’d decided on a whim.

He knew she exchanged letters with them, and it had never bothered him before. It did well to give her entertainment in between their work and overseeing the renovation of the palace. None of them had paid her a visit, however, and he found himself glad of it. Gods forbid they came and tracked mud on his carpets, touched his furniture with grubby hands, or worse - spewed supercilious, self-righteous drivel.

Ban put the parchment down. She was dressed in a tight dress with thigh slits that went up all the way to her hips, revealing the long, hard planes of her thighs. Astarion had chosen it, of course. It reminded him of the one she used to wear, the one that was given to them by Umberlee’s priestesses. His hand moved higher, rucking the dress up several inches, letting his greedy lust take over momentarily.

“We can go, pet, if you’ll let me have a little more than I usually get tonight,” he purred.

Ban nodded. Of course he’d ask for something in return. But this opportunity was far too important to pass up, especially after Gale’s most recent letter.

I may have come across some information that might be useful to you, he’d written. I shall look into it further and will update you soon.

“What… more… would you want to have?” she asked. Her pulse picked up slightly in apprehension, but also arousal. He could ask for anything, really, and if she were to deny him or push him too far, she worried it might finally be when he chose to compel her. And yet her body still responded to his words, to the mere idea of what he might ask for tonight. Still her beloved, even as they stood in the ruins of what they had built.

“I’ll let you know when we’re there.” He gave her haunch a light slap, indicating she should stand. She did, and he headed into the thinning crowd to see off the last of the guests.

She watched him go, his sharp figure cutting across the ballroom gracefully. As was their protocol during events like these, she headed for the doors, seeing the guests out and thanking them as they slowly ambled out of the palace. Her face felt tight, her smile too stiff. No one noticed. To them, she was simply the Ascendant’s plaything. No one was aware of exactly how much she contributed to his endeavors - just the way Astarion preferred it.

Before long, the ballroom was empty, and Ban headed back to their shared bedroom. The moment she opened the door he was upon her, his clothing already discarded on the floor. He growled as he pushed her against the wall.

“I have been wanting, my love. Waiting all night. I wanted to take you right in front of everyone,” he hissed against her ear, hands greedily grabbing every square inch of bare skin he could reach.

Ban arched her neck, moaning when he spoke. It was well-rehearsed and well-executed, and he usually bought it - or at least found it sufficient. Tonight, however, he did not. He drew back, arms on either side of her face, caging her against the wall.

The eyes boring into hers were as hungry and feral as ever, but then he shook his head as if to clear it. His erection stood proudly out from his abdomen, but he made no move just yet.

Ban eyed him warily, tonight’s discussion on her mind. She braced herself. “What did you want then, Astarion?”

As she said this, she slowly began to move to her knees. It was a pretty good guess; he did seem to like her in that position, to remind her who exactly was in charge. But she immediately realized it couldn’t be this. This was… normal, and he had asked for more.

Astarion’s hand on her shoulder stopped her, helping her back up. He gave her a long, thoughtful look. “Not that.”

Instead, he pressed closer. When he cupped her cheek, it was surprisingly, achingly tender. He pursed his lips, a small moment of uncertainty passing over his features.

“Love me,” he said, and it was a challenge. “You have not done that in so long, my treasure. Love me.”

It was one of those rare moments when he acknowledged that things had changed. She didn’t answer, but neither did she flinch. And he took that as his cue.

Hot, searing lips met Ban’s, yet another reminder that he was different. His free hand took hers and placed it flush over his heart. In the wilds, his slow, undead heartbeat had been a source of comfort to her; she had lain against it, listening to it night after night. Now it pounded and raced, something it had been incapable of before. She fought down the urge to draw her hand back.

“You haven’t done that in ages,” Astarion whispered as he broke the kiss. For a split second, he looked at her with desperate, longing eyes, but she missed it, her own eyes closed. “You haven’t listened to my heart, haven’t felt it beat for you. You used to,” he hissed, and there was anger there.

Did she prefer it when it was slow and abnormal? Did she prefer it to this one - strong, racing, living? It hurt him to think about it. Gods, it hurt him to think of before. The hand on her cheek tightened for the briefest moment, but he mastered himself. No.

“I need it again, Ban. If only for tonight.”

The words were a plea. Laced with demand, yes, but a plea nonetheless. His voice threatened to crack at the end of his sentence.

Ban exhaled roughly at his words. She was torn; a part of her wanted him to know exactly how to make her love him the way she used to. The other, larger part of her merely wished to pretend and get it over with.

“I love you,” she countered, “always have. Forevermore will.”

And that was the truth; for however changed and twisted he’d become, she would always harbor feelings for him.

Astarion wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up. It was a far cry from the time they’d slept together in the clearing, when he had hopped into her arms. He carried her to the four-poster bed effortlessly, setting her down on her back. He climbed over her, kissing his way up from her abdomen to her throat.

“You do?” the Ascendant said quietly. Inside, he was pained; he knew this to be largely true, but that resignation was there. That distance. Part of him wondered if that was the actual price of ascension.

Part of him thought that had he known, he would have refused it.

He kissed her throat, hiding his face. He let a growl escape him, let his hands grab her wrists and pin them above her head. He was not, would not, be weak. He wasn’t that mewling cur. Not anymore.

He had ascended. Now he must pay the price.

He brought a hand down to cup her breast. She whimpered when he gripped her wrists a little too tightly, and he instantly eased his grasp, sensing her discomfort. He lifted his head from her neck to watch her face. She had her eyes squeezed shut, face turned to the side to give him access to her throat. It was as if she was in the act of turning away from him.

How pathetic, he thought. I’m the king of my own little kingdom, and I feel as if I have lost everything.

But the Ascendant refused to let these thoughts rule his deeds. Vulnerability was something he had cleansed from himself. He released her wrists, his hands deftly undoing her dress. She shifted to help him strip it off of her.

As they finished, she finally spoke up.

“Yes, I do,” she said carefully, her face guarded and neutral. “I have loved you from the day I first laid eyes on you.”

And what a stupid godsdamned idea that had been.

Astarion wanted to push her, to force her to admit that the love they shared had been changed. By her. Because she wouldn't accept what he was. Because everything he’d given her - riches, power, sex - wasn't enough. Because she wanted the one thing he could not provide - doing so would pave the way for the ghosts of who they used to be. So he’d force them both to settle for this farce.

“And I love you, my dearest consort,” he said thickly, letting it go. He crawled his way back to her, settling his head between her legs. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her muscles tighten under his lips.

“I am nothing without you,” he whispered, and they both knew it to be painfully true.

He sunk his teeth into her thigh.

It wasn’t horribly painful, and Ban forced her leg to stop twitching. She watched her lord suckle at the wounds, his fingers gently making their way to her mound and finding her clit. He thumbed a soft, circular pattern he’d mastered long ago. Licking off the last of the blood, he met her gaze with heavy-lidded eyes. The sanguine hunger had been cured in the ascension, but he still craved her blood, simply because it was a part of her.

One dark, hungry look was all the warning he gave before he spread her folds and dove in, his tongue lapping needily at her core.

Ban hissed at the sudden warmth of his tongue, growing wet almost instantly. Sex may have lost most of its passion, but that didn’t mean there was none, or that it wasn’t enjoyable. Astarion was still Astarion, after all.

What Ban worried most about were his thoughts during the act. Did he still dissociate? They had been sleeping together almost every night since the rite, at his behest, but she had never dared ask. Before the rite, he’d finally been able to let her touch him, and even still it had been fraught. It was one of those topics she worried would hurt his ego and remind him of his past.

But Astarion was incredibly present; had been for some time now. He’d vowed to erase his past, and that had included the damage done by the parade of bodies he’d had to lie with. There’d been a learning curve, but it hadn’t been too difficult. Being in the moment was no longer challenging, not something he had to work at. Not when there was no longer anything to fear. He was the master now: he took what he wanted, in the time he wanted and in the manner he wished it to be.

And of course, because it was her. His Ban, the only one he’d ever allow to touch him, see him, know him this way, and she was the strongest balm of all. He knew he would be likely to relapse if they invited others to their bed - that shared event in Sharess’ Caress had proved as much - but alone with her, in his palace? Surrounded by everything that was his? It was effortless to be present in the moment.

He licked at her clit eagerly, alternating soft, feather-light touches with longer, harder laps. Then he wrapped his lips around it, letting his teeth graze her bud gently. He was rewarded with a low whimper and he chuckled darkly, satisfied. As broken as their love was, at least he knew he was still able to bring her to the heights of ecstasy. He snaked a hand down, palming his cock, grinding into his fist and the bed.

He licked her a bit more, bringing her close to peak, and then slowly slithered up her body. He met her gaze and saw a mix of lust, love, and that ever-present and all-encompassing resignation.

“Let me make love to you?” His tone was gentle and a little uncertain. He disliked the way it had slipped out of him, but found her reaction - surprise and… hope - well worth it. He figured that if he wanted her to at least pretend to truly love him tonight, then he may as well give her something to work with.

She gulped, the facade broken. “Yes, Astarion. Just like before.”

At any other time that would have enraged him, but his need to feel her love was too great tonight. He bit back a retort, watching her face as he stroked his cock a few more times before lining up and slowly sinking into her wet heat.

As she watched him slide into her, a small thought occurred to her: there’d never been a time they’d made love without something being off. The first two times they’d been together, he had been manipulating her. Their time in the Shadow-Cursed lands and even those final days before the rite had been filled with exploration, but also with worry. His ability to enjoy intimacy had still been fraught with setbacks. Every time after that had been after he’d changed. It was ironic, she mused bitterly, that the closest they’d gotten to healthy sex had been him seducing her for protection.

And then all thought was quickly chased away by the sensation of his cock burying deep inside her.

Astarion began thrusting. He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see Ban’s pained expression. He needed to think of her as she’d been, laughing as they made love - that genuine joy in simply being with him. He imagined her in the clearing, wincing a little as he remembered uncharitably thinking her gullible. Shifting course, he brought forth memories of their time in the Shadow-Cursed lands, when they had finally started something real and stopped having sex, but had found other ways to be intimate. When he would touch her, make her come undone, and she would look at him like the sun rose in his eyes. Those, he realized belatedly, were the happiest moments of his cursed existence.

He would give almost anything to see that again. Almost.

He rarely allowed himself to think of the past, but tonight was an exception. He’d asked her to love him again for one night, and so he indulged himself. He thrust faster, driven by his memories, trying to use his body to love her broken pieces back together; trying to give her what he couldn’t back then.

Ban noticed, saw Astarion’s eyes were closed. He was usually very visually greedy, eyes eating up her every reaction as he fucked her senseless, but tonight he seemed like his old self. His thrusts were hard, but with the intention to give, angling himself so that he hit her spot with every pass. She felt tenderness breaking through her apathy and was unable to stem the flow. She couldn’t help it; she stroked his cheek, surprised when he whimpered in response.

His eyes remained shut, but his face was less pained. “Stay with me,” he said, his tone entirely different. It was softer, more earnest. “Just like this, forevermore.”

“I will, if you stay like this too.” It wasn’t a demand, rather a plea. A prayer, one she hoped her Astarion could answer from across time and whatever distance now separated them.

They were both nearing their peak, Astarion thrusting as hard as he possibly could without hurting her. He shook his head at her words, an agonized expression on his face. In those few moments he’d stolen from the Ascendant, he wanted to grant her wish. But he knew once he came, he wouldn’t be able to.

He would have to be the Ascendant again when the dawn breaks, and the Ascendant refused to be that spawn - refused to be anything that man was. The spawn could only ever be allowed to surface in the dark of night, between silken sheets and whispered words; a secret the Ascendant could not allow her to see.

And if that broke her heart, well, the Ascendant could live with that. She’d still be here, and they could both continue the dance they knew all too well.

Ban decided to try again. It was a risk, and she feared being compelled, but if there had ever been a moment in the past six months that it could work, it would be this one.

“I would stay. If you let me be free, Astarion, I would st-”

“No!”

His eyes flew open, the moment evaporating instantly. Freedom? What? So she could run away from him? So he would be left with absolutely nothing, a wretched creature in far worse misery than he’d been in as a spawn? No. She could not be freed.

For a split second, he wished he’d made her into what he was under Cazador. But the thought was instantly swallowed by disgust and self-loathing. No. He would never.

But she couldn’t know.

Ban deflated at his outburst, the resignation returning to her eyes as she nodded. “Fine. For tonight, though, I can.”

He’d settle for that.

The Ascendant closed his eyes again, hips resuming their movement. He wanted to drown in his memories again, and so he let his mind fill with them, let his mind be caught in their current, allowing them to drag him under.

Her, laughing at some silly prank he’d pulled. Her in their tent, coming undone as his fingers touched her and his lips kissed her. Her, telling him she loved him for the first time, but not asking for anything in return.

The power of that final memory unraveled him. His climax washed over him, and the low whine that escaped his lips sounded nothing like the Ascendant. It was in that moment that his mind inadvertently reached for his creation - his bride.

They both gasped at the contact. He tried, frantically, to stem the flow of thoughts, and was mostly successful. Only one slipped through to her, the one which brought him to his peak.

He was reading a book while she rested on his chest, part of their usual nighttime routine. He looked down at her, brushing back a lock of her hair.

“You should sleep,” he said. “If we’re going to push for the nightsong tomorrow, you’ll need all your strength.”

She rolled her eyes and nodded. Tomorrow could decide the fate of the Shadow-Cursed lands, and she did need rest.

“I want to spend as much time with you as I can. Just in case things go wrong tomorrow.” Her hand splayed over his chest, and his undead heart sped up at the contact. He smiled.

“Once this is all done, darling, you’ll have eternity with me. I promise you that. As for tomorrow, we’ll be fine. I've got you,” he assured her lightly, miming shooting his twin crossbows.

Ban laughed, and her next words came forth unbidden.

“I love you, Astarion. You don’t ever have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”

The memory washed over Ban and she felt the wild, intense surprise, the joy he’d felt at her words. The strength of his remembered elation stole her breath, and she stared at Astarion in shock. When the alien presence of his mind had entered hers, she’d thought he was finally going to bend her to his will. She had been prepared to fight. Instead, she’d seen this memory, one she had thought rejected by him.

Was he thinking about that? Was that on his mind as he came?

Astarion jerked back quickly, feeling threatened by this sudden, unwanted vulnerability, and much like a cornered animal, his only recourse was to lash out.

“How dare you,” he hissed. “You ask for freedom, but invade my mind. Look at me.”

He grabbed her by the jaw, turning her to face him. He was aware that it had been his mind that had reached out for hers; she didn’t even know such a thing was possible. But his need to never show weakness was too great. Indignation won out; he took umbrage at this evidence that she could coax that sort of softness from him still, that even the Ascendant could be swayed by her love.

”You will never be free. You understand? Everyone - everything you need is here. In. This. Palace.” He let go of her, his chest heaving. Tears threatened to prick his eyes but he refused to consider why, holding them back by sheer force of will.

“You’ve done as I asked. We will go to the reunion. And then you’ll see,” he sneered, “exactly how pathetic the past was, compared to now.”

With those venomous words, he turned away from her. He missed the determined gleam in her eye, the one that he used to find so vexing and yet so alluring, the one that had never failed to charm him.

Later that night, whilst the Ascendant was in trance, his creation began to prepare a bag. She packed her old armor and weapons from their adventure. In the morning, she would say that she was giving them to Karlach for her battles in Avernus.

And he would believe it, because he’d forgotten her strength, forgotten the stubborn determination that had lured him to her in the first place. He’d believe it because he would be there, watching her. Because he, in his insistence on keeping her a caged bird, had forgotten what she was capable of.

[skittlespizza]

Some thoughts about Shilo (and a lot of my thoughts about the aromantic reading of him)

Okay, so Shilo has been a character that's been spinning in my head pretty constantly. This isn't going to be organized but rather kind of just. Thoughts.

I see a lot of people interpret Shilo as a purely innocent person who has done no wrong wet cat, and yeah! He is! But the thing is, he's... done wrong. He's a vampire. There's something inherently evil in all vampires, and i believe this misconception stems from people not knowing the vtm lore. In VTM, all vampires have a beast inside of them, and this beast is inherently evil and cruel and animalistic, which is the part that forces vampires to feed. Shilo hasn't frenzied, he's never lost control of this beast but the fact he has one is enough to make him "not purely innocent", I'd argue he thinks he's innocent and hasn't done wrong but keep in mind he has zero hestitation throwing guards to die. He's indirectly killed several times, and that's not really something we can ignore when thinking about shilo.

He's also incredibly manipulative. He has no worries dominating or manipulating people for his own gain, and again, this comes from his sheltered life. This comes from him simply not knowing any better, but even then, this is a major flaw that i feel some people dont think about.

Shilo isn't rapunzel, Rapunzel isn't a killer, and she isn't manipulative with a disregard for people's lives. That is to say Shilo isn't pure evil, but rather, he's a morally grey character. He's killed, and he's manipulated, but you could argue that it came from a place of not knowing any better, but even then, he's still killed and manipulated. Do you see where the interesting moral dichotomy lies? Is he at fault for the evil he does if he doesn't know any better. I just dont like the "purely good" Shilo takes I've seen some people have.

The aromantic stuff:

I think it's rather well known I'm an aroace shilo truther (if im being honest, i have a distaste for armored pheasant to an extent, but that is not what this is about). I feel as if that's a rather crucial part of his character, and it's not unsubstantiated. He quite literally says he's incapable of having romantic feelings, and in the newest episode (i am not caught up, forgive me), I've heard there's more he says that hints towards this aromantic reading. He's had zero interest in romance, and the fact he was bloodbonded to Edward without his consent can have rather interesting implications that I believe could be expanded on. A lot of aromantics know that feeling of being told "I can fix you" or whatever and Shilo parallels it quite well with the experience he has had with Edward. Below is the quote where he says he's incapable of romantic love.

(This is my own personal opinion but I believe his character is also sort of dumbed down once someone ships him with Grefgore. A lot of people did from the get go, and I get and see the appeal but I also think they're better as friends but again, personal opinion and I don't care if you ship them but his character falls into the "only interesting for the shipping to the fandom" pit quite easily.)

There's something incredibly validating to have a character like Shilo, who's kind and silly and aromantic if that makes sense. Aromantic representation has been lackluster, and most representation is god awful (coughLovelesscough) so having Shilo would be really nice. He's not canon representation, yes. Unless Bizly straight up confirms it, it's just implied representation but come on. It's right there guys. Give us an aro win.

His character has a lot of interesting bits: a character who's only experience with the world is through media & book (hashtag autism), a character who's incredibly cruel yet kind, a character blind to his own flaws, an aromantic character who loves despite. Give me more morally grey Shilo, more guilty Shilo and most of all. More Aromantic Shilo.