#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

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."

[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 

[vaperarmand]

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

[roxxyhoney]

loustat fanfic recs

Just wanted to make a list of some of my favorite loustat fanfics so far. I'll definitely be adding onto this list as I continue to read more.

Anything by cherhorowitz8. This person's writing style is so amazing and every single fic that has been written has had me hooked. I recommend checking out their page, but a few of my personal favs are:

like you mean it in spite of all my faults eligible once more, with feeling of bruised egos and preconceived notions

pocketusn i try to be chill girl, but honestly, i'm not it's like a sucker punch straight to my heart

lesfleursrouges the last day of summer like time stands still

anonymouswords123 none of them your true nature

canonthatdivides je t'ai dans la peau

dirtygoldensoul the saint

pasterquesix before you see me come (back) to me

vitamin_kay cheerful oblivion you sip what the devil's drinking

emblue_sparks reviens, mon coeur

introruins silk chiffon

louisredsuit his rightful home

prouvaireafterdark burning in water, drowning in flame

Post reunion fics we'll be diamond when the golden days are done by rickybobby mon by lydia_eve you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl by peacefrog inertia by chinxe

Also, honorable mention to meet me at the barre by dancermk. I'm not sure what happened, but I no longer see this fic anymore and it was one of my absolute favorites.

All these fics are absolutely amazing and beautifully written in my opinion. There are more that I plan to add that I wasn't able to get around too just yet, and again as I read more I will add as well.

[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

[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.

[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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[janeacular]

I know you have it.

All the elements are there. It's so obvious. it's so camp. There isn't a universe that this is not written. I need recs. somebody for the love of god find me Loustat Theater AU (college or HS, or somehow professional idc). Which for everybody else it isn't even an au but yall know what I mean. I need louis to be the guy the director corners because he has a secretly jaw-dropping singing voice and they need him. I need lestat to be the over-the-top theater veteran that overwhelms and flusters him with props and makeup and costume fixes and rehearsal every 5 minutes. I need that southern boy with internalized homophobia suddenly surrounded by a whole troupe singing dead gay son or something stupid like that. I need lestat hearing Louis's voice and setting out on a mission to duet with him, I need this man hunted. I need claudia to be a baby faced freshman techie that's just "normal" enough for louis to find reprieve in but just theatery enough that lestat just adores her and asks for her by name when he has problems. The director is daniel malloy if you must. Armand can be the stage director that follow's daniel's direction like a puppy. there boom devils minion idc just PLEAAASEEEE I need RECS

[vaperarmand]

it's iwtv fanfic friday and everyone's getting involved

some recs from all corners of the vampolycule <3

someone buy me roses by indigostohelit lestat/louis, e, 3.2k words

Lestat's frown deepens. “My God, Louis!” he says. “I am not some petty voyeur. My motives are noble. My heart is unselfish. Frankly this is an act of chivalry. Please take off your pants.”

(one thing about me is i go crazy for a religious metaphor. also louis is sooooo catholic in this. it's awesome)

it's been a long, hard twenty year summer vacation by moonieangel aka @loumandivorce louis/armand, e, 7k words

"Let me," Armand said. Louis looked down at him, uncertain, but his pupils were already dilated until the rings of green fire were almost invisible in his eyes. "I haven't been able to drink anything properly, recently," he said, as Armand knew he would say. "And?" Louis' jaw clicked shut. He looked affronted, almost embarrassed, and Armand was strangely delighted at the sight. "You're going to get off on sucking a soft cock?" he asked in disbelief. (Armand and Louis travel.)

(*aggressive tiktok influencer voice* if you haven't read this yet literally what are you even doing with your life. this is such a defining loumand fic for me it's crazy. it's like their true essence on paper. what loumand is like at home. it's so good. sooooo good)

He's Piano; You're Not Forte by Galadriel armand/daniel + armand/lestat, m, 4.2k words

The Vampire Lestat's album has just dropped, and it's causing discord in the Armand-Molloy household.

(armand is SOOOOOOO good in this. i love you obsessive armand. it's been too long since i've reread this one. going to do that now actually)

two-headed mother by tisiphones armand/lestat, e, 8.7k words

"Poor darling," Armand says, and the condescension in his voice is so awful and so offensive and Lestat wants to curl up in it and never, ever leave. "It's okay to let yourself be taken care of for just one night. You can't help what you need." --- It's Lestat's last night in Paris. Armand makes it a memorable one.

(yeah. this one's just. yeah. fellas is it gay to do a roleplay where your boyfriend pretends to be your mommy. probably not gay but it's definitely something)

every few centuries, somebody reinvents the coven by katplanet armand/daniel/louis/lestat, e, 20.5k words

Daniel asks Louis if he's sure when he first suggests it. He asks him again a few days later, to see if he's changed his mind. He makes a psychic collect call to Lestat, of all people, and asks if he's sure. Asks Armand if he's sure when he accepts the invitation, when they're packing, when they're on the way to the airport. When they're walking up to arrivals, Armand’s grip crushing Daniel's fingers, Louis smiling at the back of the crowd with his hands in his pockets, casual as anything, like they do this every day. They're all sure and sure and sure, so Daniel lets Louis pull him in with one arm, Armand with the other, and hug them both while a planeful of tired New Yorkers filters out around them into the muggy bayou dark.

(look okay i know this fic is mostly smut and all but it literally made me cry multiple times. it changed my worldview. it made me see colors previously not experienced by the human perception. it's everything to me. if you haven't read it just like. please please do.)

[writing-desk-rae]

As an act of public service, please allow me to A) recommend this fic series by @irisbleufic to everyone

And B) share the photos of Armand's ever growing jewelry box so everyone can see the rings (will update as more are added)

And also Daniel's ring