#iwtv fanfic rec

[ctadiablotin]

does anyone have any iwtv fic recs ? i've recently been craving some gooood ol loustat. some where lestat gets proper validation and love or either of them being protective of the other. i've also seriously been wanting some good armand x daniel where dan is rlly struggling with his parkinson's 🥹🥹. or just tender stuff between armand and daniel where either of them get good loving and comfort but im also down for some angst ! literally just rec anything u want that i love i just want some good ol stuff

[destituteportrait]

“Inconsequential” IWTV fanfic excerpt

Go read the full thing for every bit of smut and context! This fanfic contains LouisxLestat, LouisxArmand, LestatxOriginalFemaleCharacter, lots of angst, smut, and ambiance. Other pairings upon request <3  (TW: some violence)

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"Elizabeth! Look who came to find you. You had an appointment, he says."

Ice floods through me. The bottle slips from my fingers, and first drops with a heavy thud, then shatters on the brand new wooden floor.  My friend Jameela doesn't even react. Her eyes seem glazed over, as if she is drunk.

Behind her, leaning against the bar, arms crossed, is Lestat.

My breath catches. I take a step back, unsure what to do next. If there is a back exit, I don't know about it, and I can't just abandon Jameela. I see it in his eyes, now, what Louis talked about. Viciousness. Danger. His charm and charisma, his wit and joyfulness, they're gone. They've made way for something predatory. Something that intends to hunt, strike, drag, maim, kill. An iciness in his eyes. A sadistic joy at seeing the fear in my eyes, the hesitation in my stance.

"You stood me up," he says in pretend sulkiness, pushing his full bottom lip forward in a mocking pout.

'How did you find me?" I breathe.

"I used logic, ma chérie," he says sarcastically.

Jameela still hasn't spoken. She stands still, still smiling, her eyes focusing on no one and nothing. I take a step towards her.

I don't see him move. Suddenly, he is in front of me, so close I can feel the edges of my shirt brush against him. I yelp and stumble back, nearly falling. It's impossible. The speed is impossible. The movement.

The realisation makes my voice hoarse, cracking. "You're like him. Like Louis."

He smiles, cocking his head. "In more ways than one," he says. "But yes, like my dear Saint Louis, I am a vampire. I hope that doesn't disturb you too much."

His hand reaches up to touch me and I step back again. Immediately, I bump against the wall behind me. I attempt to step to the side, hoping to slip by him, but he is quicker and plants his hands against the wall next to my face, just above my shoulders. He cages me in. My heartbeat quickens, but not out of desire this time - it's pure terror. I can't help but note how this is a sick repetition of the way we were standing two nights ago.

Lestat turns his head towards Jameela, who is still staring into space, mouth slightly agape. Like she's possessed.

"You may go, my dear little entrepreneur. We'll lock up."

She says nothing, but turns and leaves.

"Jameela," I say. No response. "Jameela."

"Don't bother," Lestat says calmly. "She's going home, without another thought dedicated to you. I made sure of it."

Jameela vanishes. I can hear the front door slam closed behind her.

"You bastard," I hiss, my temper getting the better of me.

In a flash, one of his hands is wrapped around my throat again. Not in that playful, erotic way, but in a threatening way, and the press of his fingers carries the promise of a deathly choke. How easy it would be. I gasp and immediately attempt to pry his fingers off with my own, but his grip is iron, steel, unrelenting. I might as well be tugging at a statue.

"You stood me up," he says, his eyes shining maliciously, "and I don't take kindly to being stood up."

He pulls me from the wall, never releasing my throat, his free arm slipping around my waist and pressing me against him. I whimper, terrified, struggling and thrashing, trying to push myself away from him by placing my hands against his chest, his shoulders. No use. He's stronger than I could have ever imagined. I've never felt so helpless.

The thing I dreaded most happens: his fangs slide out from beneath his upper lip, teasingly slow, taunting me. His eyes turn a darker shade of blue, altogether more dangerous.

"No," I say. Plead. "No, please. Please."

"Hush," he says, almost tenderly.

His hand releases my throat and slides up, cupping my cheek. His thumb caresses my bottom lip. I try to pull away, but nothing I do seems to matter anymore.

"I won't tell anyone," I say, quickly, my words tumbling over each other like clumsy children. "No one. They wouldn't even believe me. I have nothing to do with it all, whatever it is, I swear, I don't even know Louis. I don't know your history together, I don't want to know. It has nothing to do with me."

He laughs softly, sadistically. "It has everything to do with you, ma belle artiste. My sweet Louis will never talk to me of his own volition. But to save someone he is fond of - he has no choice. I sense it in your thoughts. He will come save you. I know it. I know him. And then, he will have to talk to me."

"You're deranged," I say, horrified.

"Perhaps," he says with a theatrical sigh. "Louis told me that once. There might be some truth in it. But that doesn't matter now."

I make a final attempt at pulling myself from his grasp, hoping our conversation might have distracted him. No use, again. He only seems to like it. Tightens his grip until my ribs groan with the brutal force of it.

"Let me go," I say in soft, pleading tones. "Please. Please just let me go."

"No, I don't think so." His smile reveals most of the length of his fangs, razor-sharp and dangerous. "You're coming with me, I'm afraid. But first... well, all this talk, all this waiting, it's gotten me a little thirsty."

He releases my face and grabs my wrist, turning me around and painfully twisting my arm behind my back. My joints groan with the sudden movement, the threat of a dislocated arm. With his other hand, he grabs my chin and pushes my head back until it rests against his shoulder. His nails dig into the skin, drawing blood.

"No," I whimper. "No, please. Please, Lestat, just-"

"Did I not tell you to hush?" He says darkly.

[dueroses]

🩸 devil's minion || fic recommendations;

since twitter died in brasil, here's a compilation of all the armandaniel fics i saved on twt to my fellow brazilians who lost everything 🕊️

please read the tags before reading the fics!! there may be some heavy topics in some of them, so be careful! 🩸

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🎞️ are you trembling with fear and excitement? by w_wowe_ed || [16k]

🎞️ a tale of everlasting love by beingmadissad || [49k]

🎞️ lend me your ears, your eyes, your mind (and your heart) by andrealyn || [13k]

🎞️ daylight savings won't fix this mess by cannibalenthusiast || [25k]

🎞️ die, my darling by slylyaddictedtostories || [38k]

🎞️ a haunting just for company by valkyrisms || [27k]

🎞️ give me a sign, i want to believe by myrmeraki || [16k]

🎞️ how memory makes monsters into myth by blueskiddoo || [44k]

🎞️ unzipped by sleepdeprivedsurgeon || [7k]

🎞️ like a butterfly, i will colect you and capture you by oxmox || [12k]

🎞️ with love, we sleep by Iknowthebattle || [3k]

🎞️ grace of aging by Dantes_Minion || [1k]

🎞️ we're not in the right state of mind. by destielonfire || [3k]

🎞️ still loving you by Killergrame (Th3Ant1chr1st) || [4k]

🎞️ i'm the devil's minion and he grants my every wish by OracleOfTheSea || [26k]

🎞️ kiss from a rose by liliyee || [23k]

🎞️ red, violet red by apoptoses || [9k]

🎞️ honeysuckle sips from your rolling hips by ultraviolet_glow || [1k]

🎞️ the two honeymoons by takku_kissa || [6k]

🎞️ i know a place we can go by luminoussbeings || [3k]

🎞️ turn off the sun; pull the stars from the sky. the more i give to you, the more i die by AtlasShrugged || [3k]

🎞️ honey and pineapple by duri || [3k]

🎞️ it was not repulsive by WendigoDreaming || [7k]

🎞️ i love it when it bleeds by biter78 || [2k]

🎞️ safe and stranded by grumpsy || [7k]

🎞️ any kind of touch i think is better than none. by Iknowthebattle || [4k]

🎞️ of discipline and devotion by serviteur_du_diable || [5k]

🎞️ tender creatures by glasslilies || [3k]

🎞️ the fall of eternity by bralesscommie || [9k]

🎞️ the way people love evil by fypical || [51k]

[ditch-lily]

Devil's minion fic rec list!

these are just a few recs I was putting together for some friends. this list isn't exhaustive, it's just what I've clicked on and enjoyed so far. the tag is updating at lightning speed right now (bless you all) so there is absolutely a bunch of amazing fics I haven't read yet!

btw these are majority show canon. I haven't read the books. also I made categories that made sense to me, if they don't make sense to you don't worry about it just ignore them lol

Post season 2

Dubai penthouse immediately after (turning daniel)

hold me like water (christ, hold me like a knife) by sahwen (6.7k) the vulnerability of armand in this one is so intriguing. I really loved it

in the detail(s) by infinitevariety (6.7k) a favorite line so far ‘armand curled up like a dying spider’. that's exactly him right after louis leaves

The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning by trinityofone (1.9k) daniel gets turned, but with an added power

Post turning daniel

two truths and a liar by andrealyn (9.9k) daniel goes on a book press tour and armand turns up

what's it called when a young guy pays old men for their company by chaosandteo (1.3k) daniel's daughters find out he's a homewrecker 

Couch Surfers' Honor by tihsho (1.3k) two things in my head: 1. armand curled around daniel like a creature 2. the way daniel stops drinking to bitch at armand I'm shrieking 

During s2 (alternate canons)

how memory makes monsters into myth by blueskiddoo (5.9k)  alice is armand theory, wip but I'm BIG EYES over it. I love the set up so far

the spiral is unspooling by reedroad (60k) wip but pretty hefty already (60k!). the devils minion chapter incorporated into the past of the show, with daniel uncovering his memories of armand. very good read with lush world building. my fav thing in this is how daniel is written, and his daughters popping up in the fic. 

Past hijinks (post s2 canon)

you're sharp alright by LuckyDiceKirby (4.4k) mid 2000's daniel gets picked up by a weirdo at a bar :) it's a pattern

Post season 1 (before s2 came out)

outcast of all this night by gaypiratedivorce (37k) long and fun, armand follows daniel back to new york and stalks him while he writes this book. "Please don't tell me Louis dumped you and now you're fucking with my work to get back at him."

icarus' life has only just begun by andrealyn (15.9k) daniel gets de-aged (on purpose by armand) he wants to live a life with him from the beginning again 

[oldbutchdaniel]

my friend rashid: a fic rec list

welcome back to iwtv fanfic friday! this week's theme was born out of my love for rashidmand, but of course i couldn't stop there, so i've included some featuring real rashid as well. on that note, if you're looking for a sign to write a fic featuring real rashid or rashidmand, THIS IS IT.

drawing in a subject by nestorius (e, 1.7k words)

Armand interrupts. (immediately post season one reveal, teensy bit character study, daniel's "inexplicable" desire for rashid. made for me in a lab)

a memo from human resources by nestorius (not rated, 2.5k words)

The pitfalls of having a vampire boss. (the real rashid prelude to above. his relationship with louis in this drives me wild. i still believe this is rashid's lore and you can't stop me.)

Live your role by Thunder__Puss (e, 1.5k words)

Louis and Armand bed down in the penthouse. Rashid overhears a bit more than he'd care to. (ARMAND PLAYING RASHID IN BED WITH LOUIS ... THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF)

honey and pineapple by duri (e, 3.5k words)

Rashid pays Daniel a visit. (hey girls did you know that uhmmmmm... armand wants daniel so bad. like OH MY GOD)

I like your getup, if you know what I mean by cannibalenthusiast (aka yours truly) (e, 1.7k words)

His brain conjures the image of Rashid standing primly with a plush towel draped over his slim wrist. “For your jizz, Mister Molloy,” he says. Daniel snorts and spits onto his hand. (sorry to be reccing my own work but it was my first one for the pairing and i'm proud of it ok? daniel jerks off thinking of rashidmand and rashidmand sort of unknowingly provides a helping hand. it's important to me)

Taking All That A Person Can Give by anonymous (e, 6k words)

Daniel fantasizes about "Rashid". Set during and after 1x05. (mind the tags on this one! daniel and armand both get tortured. sexually. awesome crazy work.)

honeysuckle sips from your rolling hips by ultraviolet_glow aka @lesbians4armand (m, 1.4k words)

It was the viscosity that got to him, Daniel thought. Something deeply obscene, sensual about the viscosity of honey compared to the viscosity of blood. Both were natural, bodily fluids, if you thought too hard about it. Thick and dripping and sweet. (YAAAAY more wet dreams for daniel!!! this is just one of many awesome rashidmand fics violet has written <3)

honey and pineapple by softestbutch aka @softest-butch (e, 1.8k words)

He’s thinking of you, Rashid. Louis felt Armand’s body flush at the use of the name. He ran the flat of his tongue over the wound in his neck, continuing to drink. Our boy. He wants you. (awesomeeee take on the 1.5 scene with a little bit of loumand as well. i can never get enough)

[4th-make-quail]

IWTV Fic Recs - Old Man Daniel Focused

I've been meaning to put together a list somewhere for this, and since I just sent a bunch to someone, here it is finally! it's a mix of Armand/Daniel, Daniel/Louis, Armand/Daniel/Louis in various configurations - please enjoy!

if you read and enjoy these fics, please make sure to leave a comment for the authors on ao3!

Daniel/Louis

Conflict of Interest, by hereticas - T, 2000 words

Louis comes by Daniel's room the morning after they recover their memories of San Francisco.

Very very cute kissing post s02e05 fic!

Daniel/Louis, Daniel/Louis/Armand, Armand/Daniel, Armand/Louis (combo of all)

it seemed the thing to do (what made me think I could start clean slated?), by fastcarmp3 - E, 3900 words, WIP

Louis asked Daniel if he wanted to… now. It wasn’t an empty offer.

Danlou with Armand watching which is SMOKING HOT

Terza Rima, by nothing_but_paisley - E, 1700 words

Daniel finally gets what he came to Dubai for, but the aftermath brings even more questions.

INCREDIBLY hot threesome with stellar character voices, bit of Armand Voyeurism (THE GOOD SHITE), bit of Daniel being a slut for being bitten

That's It, Mr. Molloy, by anonymous - E, 4900 words

Daniel finds himself distracted, during the interview. Rashid comes to help, and invites Louis along, too. He snaps his gaze away, clearing his throat. “So, are we, uh…talking about that? Or…” “Talking?” Rashid cocks his head, amused. “Is that what you would like to do, Mr. Molloy? Talk?” As he speaks, he steps forward, walking Daniel backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed. Daniel looks back, startled, as though he hadn’t realized he was moving, at all. “Won’t you sit down, Mr. Molloy?” Rashid asks, gesturing.

that old man gets PROPERLY FUCKED!! bit of a Rashid!Armand situation, bit of massage, very very hot

Push it away but it all comes back again, by butchybats - E, 5400 words

“'Let me get this straight. You left me for dead,' Daniel addresses Louis, who very pointedly does not make eye contact with him. This time Daniel turns slightly to face Armand. 'And you saved my life in the most erotic way possible?'” Or: All Daniel wants is to resume the interview like normal after finding out about the supposed "love of Louis' life". Louis and Armand have better plans.

Threesome sex VERY HOT (includes a bit of flashback to 70s era) with a really fucking excellent Daniel Voice!

Armand/Daniel

were the flowers orange?, by andrealyn - T, 6700 words

Years ago, Daniel cut out the love of his life to save himself from choking on tiger eye, daylily, bird of paradise. Now, in Dubai, suddenly the disease returns even though the only thing that's changed is Rashid became Armand. And yet, the flowers tell him something -- whoever he cut out is fighting like hell to be remembered.

Absolutely DEVASTATING hanahaki fic, this shit is really fucking good!!!

the fog eating the night, by tei - E, 3700 words

If Louis had wanted him alive, he'd have escorted him out himself. But he hadn't. He'd left Daniel standing there stunned, and walked out like none of this had mattered to him at all. Whether he meant to or not, Louis had given Daniel to Armand.

Very tasty post s02e08 turning fic! Really damn good Daniel Voice.

At Close of Day, by nothing_but_paisley - E, 1700 words

On a frigid Christmas night, Daniel and Armand celebrate being alone together as they explore their budding relationship.

Really hot with human!Daniel! A top Armand who absolutely ADORES him, it's very fucking cute

Only a Name, by nothing_but_paisley - E, 1500 words

In Dubai, Daniel is visited in dreams by an opinionated young man--but there's something terribly familiar about him.

More Rashid!Armand fic, very very fucking hot

strange mutations, by leavethebes - E, 11000 words

Armand’s done it to him once before—gored him through the stomach, gutted him like a fish, snipped his gills off, and drained him right down to the fluttering valves of his heart. Left Daniel little more than a shriveled husk of a person, and somehow Daniel is back here anyway, on his knees in front of Armand and begging for the oblivion that was promised.

Post s2 but before Armand turns Daniel, really fun Armand interfering in Daniel's life post-Dubai and another excellent Daniel Voice!

Devouring, by verimeru - Mature, comic

An 11-page IWTV (2022) fancomic about the vampire Armand facing his worst nightmare.

OUGH, MY FEELS.....

Daddy, by GreyGiantess & verimeru - Mature, comic

“What's with the face?” Daniel asked. Armand’s eyes widened slightly, which was probably meant to make him look innocent, but it only made The Face worse. “This is just my regular face, Daniel.” “Yeah, right. You’re up to something.” In which VERIMURU and GRAYGIANTESS team up to give you the Armandaniel age difference COMIC you didn't know you needed! Very loosely related to Baby.

VERY cute age difference comic with human Daniel! Appreciated him still having his parkinson's, and their relationship and dynamic is SO cute

whip in my valise, by firstaudrina - E, 3100 words

“I thought you weren’t coming back,” Armand said. “Yeah,” Daniel said, the word an aggravated pull. “Well.” Old Man Daniel goes to Night Island.

Very very good, VERY VERY HOT, excellent level of fucked up with some delicious voyeurism also

[honeytrap-graham]

does anyone know a devil’s minion fic but has daniel sort of idk, grieving being old and the “what could have been” if he has been turned young and sort of shy and insecure of his body with armand and armand loving him all but also maybe even envious of daniel’s age because he will never have that? like worshiping silently and fascinated by wrinkles and sun spots??? like “the sun has touched you and changed you in a way i’ll never know and will remain the same” like there’s so much potential here and i fucking need it so give it to me now

[squirrellypoo]

Currently, what are some of your favorite iwtv fics? I’m pretty caught up on a lot of mine and need some recs

Sure! I’ll try to categorise and keep most to recent/currently updating ones just to narrow down my list. These are in no particular order! (And I am terrible at connecting AO3 and tumblr usernames so forgive me if I’m an idiot and missed some)

Vampire ones (mostly Loustat)

“Love like an ache in the jaw” Post-Dubai interview Louis POV where Lestat awakes and comes back to him, with all the pain, turmoil, and love that entails.

“Assignment” Modern AU with an anxious and stressed Louis requesting professional services to lose his virginity. Alternating POV between Louis and Lestat. (ongoing) by @riley-beautrelle

“In the White Room (L’homme Lestat)” Modern vampire story where Lestat is kidnapped by a mysterious organisation and forced to become their assassin while Loumand try to help/rescue him with help from Villanelle (ongoing) by @angstosaur

“Get him back” Romcom with show!vampire Loustat kinda in that weird post-QOTD/TOTBT stage where they’re friends but not together but still inseparable. And there’s Mojo! (Series ongoing)

“Making It Work” Modern show-based Loustat are alternating POV diary entries as they try to forge new ties with Louis’s family’s descendants… (ongoing)

“Half Past Dead” Modern post-Dubai interview with Daniel interviewing (& fucking) a down & out addict vampire Lestat in New Orleans

“The Vampire Detective Agency and the case of the Mozart Murderer” Modern alternate-canon thriller with Loustat solving a murder together in NOLA (ongoing) by @angstosaur

“A favor” PL-era Louis arranges the perfect birthday celebration for Lestat - a massacre at a mobster’s decadent party by @riley-beautrelle

“Epitaph” Each daily chapter is day in the life of Daniel Molloy in Sept 1973 as his life is changed forever when he meets a man who claims to be a vampire… (ongoing, daily updates in March)

Not-quite-human AUs (just trust me)

“Come (Back) to Me” Modern painter Louis is drawn to a painting an an old chateau and time travels back to the 18th century to meet the young marquis in the portrait… by @suikamelon6

“None of them your true nature” modern AU where casino boss Louis starts an affair with the owner Lestat, despite his troubled marriage to Antoinette…

Human AU

“Did you get enough love, my little dove?” Modern human AU with single dad Lestat raising Claudia after her mother Alicia died, and anxiety-ridden Louis finds a loving home at theirs while lusting after Lestat (ongoing)

“Against All Odds” modern human AU with French exchange teen Loustat in first love then complications with Nicki at uni (ongoing) by @moderndaylestat

“I hate you but I love you more” Human AU with teacher Louis and rockstar Lestat, divorced 11 years but crashing back into each others’ lives when they’re locked in a house together. Meanwhile, Armand comes to terms with the demons of his past while he navigates his relationship with Daniel. (ongoing, nearly completed)

“Memory is a monster” Modern human AU with rockstar Lestat losing his memory after a head injury and Louis, Armand, and Daniel vying to heal/have him (ongoing) by @angstosaur

“Bubble Wrap” Modern human AU with actor uni student Louis falling for clumsy writing student Lestat as he deals with his abusive upbringing and they navigate growing up and starting their careers… (ongoing)

“Like You Mean It” Romcom modern human AU with Loustat fake dating their way through 6 weddings and denying their attraction (ongoing)

[bluesidebucky]

📚 loustat fic rec 🩸

so, hey! now that twitter is dead for my fellow brazilians, i thought about bringing my loustat fic rec to tumblr so i could share the post with my friends.

a little disclaimer: there are some stories in this list that does not necessarily have a happy ending. also be sure to check the tags before reading 🤓 these are some of my favorite loustat fics so enjoy!

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📚 autocorrelation by chinxe | 6k

📚 It’s like a sucker punch straight to my heart. by pocketsun | 88k

📚 longing by baberainbow | 4k

📚 now we're havin' fun by vulcanscully | 2k

📚 magnet for broken pieces by twocutlines | 15k

📚 youngest, greenest, dearest by icedmango | 15k

📚 starvation for a hammering heart by laundry (lovesjar) | 7k

📚 Go Fetch God by bluebloodbruise | 39k

📚 do you still take a long time to get ready? by queerofcups | 9k

📚 Loves to be loved by aryastark_valarmorghulis | 11k

📚 Sweat by spockswife | 7k

📚 mystified by how this city screams your name by akosmia | 11k

📚 you and I both know by lamphouse | 6k

📚 Till Forever Falls Apart by lesfleursrouges | 7k

📚 I clutched your arms like stairway railings, and you clutched my brain and eased my ailing by pocketsun | 12k

📚 to your beacon in the gloom by flashindie | 13k

📚 Furnace by spockswife | 11k

📚 i'm the next act waiting in the wings by wordsphoenix | 3k

📚 do with me what you will by verlec | 5k

📚 braving the sun by vulcanscully | 3k

📚 Lilac Wine is Sweet and Heady by Craftnarok | 9k

📚 all I wanna, ain't no other by femininomena | 4k

📚 I try to be the chill girl, but honestly, I'm not. by pocketsun | 7k

📚 Imperfect for you by Kaylin KC | 6k

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[byooregard]

iwtv fanfic friday: random fics from my bookmarks with less than ~200 kudos

wanted to make sure the stuff i was linking wasn't stuff everyone's read so i tried to go for the less popular works in my bookmarks

filthy with a twisted tongue by @shineforthee. 4k

Reach out to touch a dead guy’s face one time and he takes off. It’s not like it’s thrusted Daniel into a bottomless pit of despair and psychosis or anything, so who cares? (Nobody, that’s who. Not a damn soul even knows he’s here.) The smell of stale sweat and hot sugar clings in the air. A stained piece of flannel covers the window but light trickles in through the threadbare fabric, so it must be daytime. He tries to remember if it was daytime last time he looked, but it wouldn’t do anything to give him a sense of how many days he’s been here anyway.

value form by leavethebees. 4k, M

"Hey, I'm a journalist," Daniel protests. "I follow the story, and you just tried to set a guy's head on fire. That's front-page news." "Chasing stories," Alice says in an unimpressed, withering tone. "You're a romantic, then. That's worse, you know."

relentless, unbearable by eggalbumin aka @pollyclonolly. 2k

Louis taps his arm. He looks lovely tonight, and his eyes are brilliant under the bar’s light. He’s as beautiful as he is in the memory that exists in Daniel’s head, of the first time they met at Mary’s. The glimmer in his eyes, the smoke curling in tendrils around his lips, the way he smiled as he said, I did a terrible thing, once. He smiles, and it’s lined with sweetness. “You bored?” “An unreasonable amount,” Armand says. He’s not, and he knows he’s not. Louis knows, too. He could spend every day for the rest of his never-ending life chasing the shape of Daniel’s shadow and it wouldn’t bore him. He drinks whatever is left in his glass and it tastes like chalk in his mouth. Sometimes, he thinks he’ll always be trying to chase down the taste of Daniel’s blood in his throat, with Louis and alcohol and prey, and it will still find a way to linger on his tongue for as long as he lives. “Weddings are long, dull affairs. I don’t see the appeal.” (It’s 1982. Daniel’s wedding is a pleasant, lively affair.)

isaiah 43:2 by quentsy. 2k

Paul de Pointe du Lac was dead, to begin with. This was to be distinctly understood.

the whole world was ready to return by exastris_scientia aka @keepoffthetardis . 2k

There he was. Standing just outside the halo of light given off by a streetlight. His face was shadowed, but even from the distance I was at, I could see how sunken his eyes were, how tired. And how blue they glowed. Like church windows, Grace had once said. Burning like two cold fires in the night. “Been a while,” was all Daniel said when he saw me. Louis and Daniel revisit the ethics of murder. In spite of it all, they also have a little fun with it.

rocket man by quentsy. 5k, M

It was a bad idea, but that was the story of his life, yeah? Bad decision after bad decision, the longest love affair of his life. If the first was racing, and the second was heroin, then here was the third: Armand and all the scraps he tossed Daniel’s way, just enough to keep the hunger at bay.

GOODREADS by riverrio. 1k

Interview with the Vampire Daniel Molloy 3.75 STARS 328473 RATINGS 5238 REVIEWS 285 pages, Hardcover First published September 15, 2022 FILTER REVIEWS SORT ORDER POPULAR REVIEWS ONE STAR

among the wildflowers by ipsilateral. 2k

"You're soft," Jonah whispers. He touches Louis's jaw. There he goes still smiling, like it's a revelation, like he oughta be in wonderment about it all. "You don't seem like it but you soft, Louis." Louis stares up at him. There's the anger, whipping at his heart and making it race like a horse on a track, but beyond that is something else, too. Something that makes him almost tremble under Jonah's open smile. For the briefest of moments, Louis allows himself to believe that softness is a pure good, through and through. -- a few of Louis's core memories

[showmey0urfangs]

please post the loumand fanficion recommendations!

Alright, since you guys asked so nicely.😌 Here is, in no particular order, my season 2 edition of:

As usual, my main criteria for selection is that Loumand had to be the only or at least the main pairing. So this will not include fics where they're only a side pairing or just mentioned in passing.

Also, also...⚠DISCLAIMER!!! Most of these fics are rated Mature or Explicit, and some are heavy on the angst and feature very dark themes, but ig that's the sort of thing Loumand inspires. So, proceed with caution and mind the tags. (ᵔ.ᵔ)

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➼ A Dark Night in San Francisco by literary_genius

Rating: E | Words: 17.3k | Chapters: 5/5 | Additional Tags: 70s Era, Dom/sub

Summary:

❝ Taking place before he meets Daniel, Louis is high on a victim and has made a mess. Armand is pissed and Louis challenges him to do something about it.❞

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➼ Inside, upstairs by malicewithheld

Rating: E | Words: 2.3k | Chapters: 1/1 | Additional Tags: Paris Era, First Time

Summary:

❝ This does not come entirely naturally to him, Louis thinks. For all his preternatural grace little seems to come naturally to him at all.❞

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➼ Road toll by eyebrowofdoom

Rating: E | Words: 3.1k | Chapters: 1/1 | Additional Tags: Paris Era, First Time

Summary:

❝ My darling Louis was so delicate, when he described where I first approached him, all those years ago in Paris. A park.

Other people would say it was a cottage. A tearoom, a beat, a cruising place. A tasse, a lieu de drague. (One shot, post s02e02.)❞

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➼ your heart to carry by mercuryhatter

Rating: E | Words: 1.5k | Chapters: 1/1 | Additional Tags: Paris Era, Dom/sub

Summary:

❝ "What were you saying, beautiful?'" Louis asked, then grinned when Armand's mouth opened with no answer in it. "Yeah, I thought so." Louis tucked one finger underneath that silk scarf, right next to where he could feel Armand's faint, slow pulse in the large vein of his neck. A front-row seat to the catch of Armand's breath in his throat.

"I think I wanna go home now," Louis said, letting only a hint of a smile into his slow, deliberate tone. "What do you think?"

When Armand said "yes, maitre," it was breathless, and so surprisingly earnest it stole Louis' breath in turn.❞

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➼ there's another memory that gets stuck by sahwen

Rating: E | Words: 2.4k | Chapters: 1/1 | Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

❝ “Do you think you can alter the taste of your blood?” Louis asked, the picture of innocence as he peaked at Armand from behind the magazine.

Or: "Honey and pineapple. He stuffs himself with both for days before offering himself to me."

Or: Amsterdam, 1996. Armand is desperate not to be flavorless.❞

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➼ inhuman taste by inthebelltower

Rating: E | Words: 1.2k | Chapters: 1/1 | Additional Tags: Paris Era, Dom/sub

Summary:

❝ Louis feels the frisson in the air, the thrumming bass of Armand’s arousal as he speaks the words. Hell, even a mortal man could see how his breathing accelerates, the heavy rise and fall of his chest.❞

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➼ Crack in the Mirror / Bloodstain on the Bed by williamshooketh

Rating: E | Words: 1.2k | Chapters: 1/1 | Additional Tags: Angst, Dom/sub

Summary:

❝ Armand laughs at Louis a little through a closed mouth and moves his foot out of the way. He keeps a grip on his ankle.

“You want to run me like one of your working girls back home," he says.

Marriage is hard work.❞

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I'll finish off with a few of my own because...why not!?

➼ Baby, you're a work of art by Showmeyourfangs

Rating: T | Words: 1.5k | Chapters: 1/1 | Additional Tags: Dubai era, Domestic Fluff

Summary:

❝ Louis and Armand visit a museum in Rome and Louis makes an important realization.❞

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➼ Pendulum by Showmeyourfangs

Rating: E | Words: 3.9k | Chapters: 1/1 | Additional Tags: Dubai era, Light Dom/Sub

Summary:

❝ This too was part of the game. The control was like a sliding door between them, a pendulum that continuously swung back and forth—alternatively, slave and master but always beholden to one another. It was a game they had been playing for eighty years now and Louis never tired of it.

Or: Louis and Armand have a bit of fun and relaxation after a hard interview session.❞

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➼ Who Would Trade That Hum Of Night by Showmeyourfangs

Rating: M | Words: 5.8k | Chapters: 4/4 | Additional Tags: Paris era, Alternate Ending

Summary:

❝ “Why don’t you want him to know how much you love him?” Armand heard the woman Madeleine ask.

“That’s a little personal,” Louis replied and there was a fondness in his voice that Armand had never heard before.

Armand felt sick, the blood from his earlier kill twisting unpleasantly in his stomach. He could sense Tuan, Quang and Gustave, poised and ready at the back entrance of the small café, their crude minds gleeful at the prospect of what they were about to do.

Or: The much needed Season 2 Fix it fic (or is it?)❞

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Happy reading! 😊 ✨

[evilasiangenius]

He didn't so much hear Armand come in as he felt Armand come in. Like a moment of nullity moving through the room, a presence that was not a presence. A ghost.

“Daniel...” Armand sat down on the bed, his weight depressing the mattress lightly.

“No...go away.” Daniel tried to turn away but he was sweating and shivering, too cold, too hot.

“It's all right, Daniel. I'm here.” Armand shifted, bringing his legs up and lying down beside Daniel, moving into Daniel's arms. “I'm here.”

“You feel good.” Daniel pressed his cheek against Armand's cool forehead, sighing. He wrapped his arms tight around Armand and it was as though he could feel the heat melt away from him, soaking into Armand.

“My poor Daniel.” Armand stroked Daniel's pale hair. Daniel had only the faintest roughness of stubble clinging to his jaw, and his mussed hair had been cut and clipped in a slick modern style that suited him. Even his ruined clothes were new. That man had taken good care of him.

Daniel shifted, so he could move closer to Armand, so he could press his entire body against Armand. The fever was burning up inside Daniel, and Armand felt the twinge of that old fear, the fear of sickness and the death it brought. So often over the years he had seen Daniel shrug off coughs and chills that it had made him wonder at the strength of these modern mortals.

Death. His fingers brushed through Daniel's hair and Daniel sighed, turning so Armand's hand moved against his cheek. Just hiding under the skin, just beyond the bones. He wondered if he pressed his ear to Daniel's chest, if he could hear the little cells inside of him slowly dying, bursting and floating away.

“I won't let you.” Armand kissed his eyelids, speaking so softly that it was more for his own sake than Daniel's. “Not right now.” And he made that little cut on his throat and guided Daniel to to it. Daniel's dry lips moved against him, at first sluggish, but then he caught the taste of it and his mouth moved hungry.

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[destituteportrait]

“Inconsequential” - IWTV fanfic excerpt

POV: You’re a young artist and Lestat has asked you to paint him, but has different plans. The entire fanfic contains all matter of spicy scenes - building to a LestatXLouis reunion, and the confrontation between Lestat and Armand! 

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I pour the wine, he watches, and the simple act of pouring suddenly becomes something charged, something that fizzles with a subtle charge of electricity. When I hand him his glass, a spark seems to pass between our fingers, and he smiles knowingly, as if he, too, felt it.

"Cheers," he says, low, languid. "To debauchery."

My throat suddenly feels very dry and I'm grateful for the wine, which tastes rich and ripe, with hints of fruit. Pomegranate seeds, packed tight with juice, skins taut, close to bursting. I produce a smile. He never looks away from me.

"Your portrait," I manage. "Did you have... did you have any ideas as to... how you would like to be portrayed, exactly?"

"Honestly," he says. "Exactly as I am, with no secrets, nowhere to hide."

With each word he takes a step closer to me until I can almost feel his breath on my cheeks. He's taller than me, though not by much, and I realise I could kiss him easily if I wanted to. I do want to.

"Honestly," I repeat, strangely hoarse. "I can do that."

"I could tell," he says. He hasn't touched his wine. The fingers of his free hand brush my ribcage, and though I can't tell if it's intentional, the touch leaves a smoldering heat in its wake. "I could tell when I saw your paintings. They're honest. So that is how I would like you to paint me, ma chérie."

The cliché of French as a seductive language proves its truth once more, and though I speak very little of it, I long to hear him speak in nothing but the drawling, drawn-out tones, relishing the way he patiently folds his tongue around the words, taking his time with them, enjoying the feel of them.

"And honesty, truth," he says, taking a few steps back and setting his wine glass on the table, "in my experience, is always naked."

I stand and watch, transfixed, as he unbuttons the rest of his blouse with quick, practiced motions, and allows it to flutter to the floor like a funeral shroud. He kicks off his shoes, his socks, unbuttons his trousers and lets all drop down, never hesitating, never embarrassed or concerned about whether or not I might be uncomfortable. He can tell I'm not. I'm flabbergasted, but that is all I can feel besides feverish, unstoppable waves of desire which render me motionless. I might as well be a statue.

Lestat stands before me, naked, confident, and I tell myself to keep my stare neatly to his face, to not allow it to drop down. I lift my chin, and smile innocently.

"It is, sometimes," I say, happy at how calm my voice is.

It delights him, my practiced aloofness. He is, I sense, someone who relishes games, a hunt, a back-and-forth. Luckily, I'm the same.

"If we are to be honest with each other," he says, weighing his words like he is considering a chess move, "then perhaps it isn't more than fair that you be naked, too."

"Fair?" I ask, amused. "You think that's fair?"

He smiles. "I do." A single step closer. "If you need help, I'll be happy to oblige."

"No need," I say playfully. "You can take your place on the chair. Find a position you're comfortable in."

"I'm comfortable in most positions."

A grin spreads across my face, slowly, like the falling of an Autumn leaf. "Well, then you'll have plenty of choice, won't you? Go ahead."

I can tell I've surprised him, but he obliges, eyes glittering with mischief as he takes his time walking backwards to the chair, never taking his eyes off me. He sits down with that poised animal grace as he watches me pull my sweater over my head, unbutton my own trousers, unhooking my bra, looping my thumbs through my panties and piling it all on the floor next to his. Like we've melted. I feel as if I might melt.

My cheeks feel warm, and not because of the few sips of wine I had, but because of something altogether different. Still, I make myself appear as calm and confident as possible, and sit down behind my easel, first grabbing my sketchbook to get a sense of the shape of him. His gaze burns through me. I can scarcely concentrate.

He sits still as a statue, his eyes fixed firmly to me, the movements of my hands as I quickly sketch my first impressions of him. It occurs to me in a clear moment that he is beautiful. Truly, objectively beautiful - a marvel. I've never tried my hand at clay, but I can imagine the pleasure of shaping the unyielding mud into something that resembles him, that becomes him, sculpting the arch of his back, the curve of his thigh. Pushing the pads of the thumb into the clay until it gives and allows for his form to emerge.

"You are quiet when you draw," he notes.

"I'm concentrating."

"Are you finding it hard?"

I bite my bottom lip, suppressing a girlish giggle, a promiscuous remark which I'm sure he meant to draw out. "Not so hard," I say teasingly. "After all, bodies are just bodies."

He laughs at this, briefly breaking his statue-like posture, and I can almost see the vibrations of his laughter echoing through his limbs. Despite myself, my eyes glide over the body he has so confidently put on display, but manage to snap my eyes back to his curious face before I reach the lower part of his belly.

"You're distracted," he says.

"I'm not."

"You are. I don't blame you."

"You're quite sure of yourself, aren't you?"

I take my pencil away from the pad and meet his gaze. A stalemate, though a short one. He relents first and cranes his neck, attempting to see what I've drawn.

"You can look, if you don't believe me," I say.

Immediately he is on his feet and moving towards me. I keep my eyes on my drawings. I have to admit, despite the tense heat which hangs thickly and promisingly in the air, the drawings are good. They've captured him, his sureness, his posture which is both neat and relaxed, as if he has all the time in the world, nowhere to be. Quite aristocratic. I'm pleased with what I've made, and I can hear by the way he breathes a little laugh that he likes them, too, as he bends over the pad from behind me. The tips of his hair brush my shoulder.

"They're very good," he says, a drawn murmur in my ear. "But I don't think you've got my mouth right."

"Well, you are quite far away," I say defensively.

He laughs again, softly, intimately, a sound only meant for me to hear. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, his breath tickling my neck. "I meant no offense, ma belle artiste. I was just thinking, perhaps you would like a closer look."

[cthulhum]

ok fanfiction readers please 🙏 im looking for fics where theyre not clear about their feelings yet but they hook up anyway and next morning one of them leaves and the other is upset by this and its just miscommunication and misunderstandings please please im looking for destiel merthur buddie but any ship is good tbh

[cregan-starks]

Fic Recs (12-18 August)

My feedback can be found on my fic rec blog @missionaria-protectiva

@shewhomustbecalledking - emperor of shards [lestat de lioncourt x louis de pointe du lac, louis de pointe du lac x armand]

@shewhomustbecalledking - late night, warm skin, beating heart [armand x louis de pointe du lac, implied lestat de lioncourt x louis de pointe du lac]

@moonlight-prose - asterism (ao3) [cassian andor x reader]

@eldrith - on sunny days I go out walking [jacaerys velaryon x reader]

@sunkendreams - the wolf heeds the dragon [cregan stark x reader, nsfw]

@peachysunrize - tangerine dreams (ao3) [aemond targaryen x reader]

gifmaker shoutout: @remusjohnslupin

artist shoutout: @irlplasticlamb

[oldbutchdaniel]

iwtv fanfic friday <3

happy weekend reading!

all human decisions by LuckyDiceKirby (@luckydicekirby) m, 19k

Daniel’s bastard maker had the advantage over him: he could travel by daylight. By the time Daniel woke at dusk, sprawled on the couch and actually literally tucked in, there was no sign of him. Well, fuck Armand. Daniel might be a newly minted best-selling conspiracy theorist whose sanity was being publicly debated on every existing social media platform, but he was still a journalist. He could track down one monstrous extremely divorced serial killer, easy.

(armand is sooooooo annoying in this. he's everything to me.)

colour me your colour, baby by hederabug m, 2.6k

“Daniel.” Daniel hears the soft, but insistent voice first as a distant call, as if she’s submerged in water. She breathes air when Armand’s hand grabs at her shoulder. “Wake up, lover.” Armand is on all fours, hands and knees on the bed above where Daniel’s still lying down, so they’re face to face. Armand’s brown eyes are glinting with some manic light, her face cast in shadow, striking chiaroscuro, lit only by the dull amber glow of the bedside table.

(rest assured i will be doing a dm yuri theme week soon and rest assured this will be on it. but it was too good not to include here. i need like 17 more fics in this series)

With His Heart Still Intact (They Didn't Do It Right) by CaravanOfCrows (@asthedeathoflight) t, 6k

A series of collisions; in which free will exists but fate isn't going down without a fight. (surely Armand and Daniel only have extremely normal feelings about freedom and agency and destiny)

(WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE DM SOULMATE AU AGAIN. CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT PLEASE)

marketplace heart-eater by eggalbumin m, 6k

Daniel picks up a blade from the stack of discarded tools in the kidney tray. It has blood on it. “I’m a little scared to ask,” he says, with the aura of someone who isn’t very scared of asking at all, “but who’s blood is this?” Mine. Yours. My master’s, twice-diluted. Why does it matter anymore? It’s poison either way. “The doctor was just showing me how to do incisions. It’s fascinating work.”

(really fucking awesome armand character study. the first time i ever found marius compelling due to the fact that he's written from the lens of armand's tangled knot of being. like i think he should be killed with hammers as much as the next guy but he makes for such a fascinating narrative concept)

did you believe in the glass city by tei @bloodripelives nr, 5.9k

"Yes," Armand breathes. "Yes. Is anything they did to me worse than what I have done to you?" Daniel wants to say yes, but shit, he's not even sure what Armand had done to him. And whatever it was, he is sure that he would have let him do worse.

(daniel tracks down marius for the sake of armand's tangled knot of being. it goes as well as you would expect. so fucking beautiful and soooo fucking compelling. made me cry at least twice. read it now)