#secret project 🤫

[blackseafoam]

[femmehusbandyeji]

So I finally got around to working on the first chap of one of my aus and—

considering how indecisive I am, that might change multiple times before I decide it’s good enough to leave alone 😭

[dragonfly0808]

OMG I wrote over 5k words today!!!

… of my side project that no one will be seeing anytime soon… while the next chapter of the rewrite has less than a thousand words so far…

I hate my brain sometimes like- cmon girl PRIORITIES

[plxtypusbearr73]

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[squishykitty825]

Too close to the sun

My body feels heavy, drowsy, my head especially. Nausea permeates my senses as I try to swallow around the desert making a home in my mouth. Lifting my eyelids is a workout. I have to make multiple attempts in order to get them open, but when I do, I’m forced to blink a few times to focus my vision.

The room around me is dark, but when I lift my aching head toward the only source of light, I find myself looking out a floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the half-moon light trickles onto the floor, coming to a halt just a few inches from where my head rests. I blink. I’m lying on the ground, my hands bound behind my back. 

With this new information in mind, I slowly maneuver into a kneeling position and scan my surroundings once again, this time more fully. I’m alone in the room, if it could even be called that. It was more like a construction sight. What I had previously thought to be a window was just an empty slot in the wall. Thick plastic tarps are draped over exposed steel beams, swaying in the night breeze like leaves on a tree. The breeze caresses gently over my skin like a lover’s touch without the comforting warmth, splaying a few strands of loose hair across my face in its path.

The night is too quiet, the air too still in the sudden absence of the breeze that had been here only a moment ago, and the sky too clear and devoid of any clouds. I don’t know what I expected though. In a city like this, it’s always this picturesque, even on days like this.

Memories swarm my drug-addled mind of the moments before everything had gone to complete hell. Alana. Visiting her in the morgue. Leaning on the edge of the autopsy table she had just cleaned. Sharing my concern over Darkshield’s behavior. And her telling me… telling me…

“What do you mean Christian Gray is Darkshield?” I ask, searching Alana’s eyes for the lie. Waiting for her to crack a smile and say it’s all a joke. But now is not the time to be joking and we both know it.

“You heard me,” she says, her voice hard as she says it. “If you want answers about his shitty mood why don’t you go talk to him. Word is he was pretty beat up after his run-in with The Anarchist.”

My face twists into a scowl.

“He barely survived that encounter.” I would know I was there in the aftermath. It was brutal. There was so much blood, and I could barely keep Christian conscious long enough for the police to get there.

Alana gives me a curious look, tilting her head to the side as she opens her mouth to say something more. Whatever she planned on saying is cut off by the sound of a thud in the hallway. Turning to the door, I wait for someone to walk in. Nothing happens.

That’s when I notice the sound of the air coming through the vents. It’s different than it was earlier. The sound is more of a hiss. 

I don’t have time for the panic to set in as I turn back to my friend. Alana is already swaying, bracing a hand on the edge of the autopsy table before falling to the ground. I’m swaying now too, my vision blurring.

Cold. The floor is cold beneath me.

My eyes are getting heavy.

My head is spinning.

I hear footsteps and heave my head in the direction of the doors in time to see him walk through them.

Guess it was only a matter of time before he came after me too.

A small scattering of stars twinkles outside the not-a-window. The heaviness of my body has eased, but the throbbing in my head has yet to subside.

My time to evaluate my surroundings ends with the sound of footsteps behind a large piece of opaque tarp. I recognize them. Recognize who they belong to.

Typhon.

The hero killer steps out from behind the tarp, his arm sweeping the material to the side. His stride is slow as he approaches, flanked on either side by two lackeys. He is solely focused on me as he walks, coming to a halt mere feet from where I kneel.

“You’re a very hard woman to find, Midnight Dragon,” Typhon says, his chrome-plated muzzle mask reflecting the soft light of the moon. The mask distorts his voice, the modulator in it making it sound more demonic than human.

“I try,” I reply, my voice hoarse from the tranquilizer.

Metal sings as Typhon draws Godslayer—the short sword he is known for carrying. I watch the way the dim lighting splays off its shimmering surface, shifting in my seat. My eyes don’t leave the blade as Typhon lowers it to his side.

He smirks at the movement. We both know what that blade has done, who it has been used to torture, to kill.

It was only a matter of time before it was my turn. Typhon has been slowly making his way through my comrades. The other vigilantes had stood no chance against him, and I was no different. I had thought that, with Darkshield’s help—Christian’s help—that we could take him down. That we could stop him before he could get to us too.

We were wrong.

And now I was about to pay my due.

Cool metal meets my jaw as Typhon uses the blade of Godslayer to lift my gaze to his. I wince, turning my head away as he slices the edge of the blade along my jaw. A thin line of blood leaks down my neck, its warmth making my stomach churn. Turning my gaze back to the monster before me, I glare at him. In all the time spent going after him, I had yet to figure out why—with the exception of Mister Luck, who had been lucky enough to choose his own death before letting himself get captured—he tortured the heroes before killing them.

Typhon’s grin widens at my expression, only faltering when he suddenly darts his gaze to something behind me. I listen to the heavy steps, my breaths heavy in my chest as I watch Typhon watching his approach. The armored boots stop after a few steps, leaving me stuck in the middle of them. I don’t have to turn around to know that Darkshield stands behind me. His heavily armored suit hovers behind me as he stares down Typhon. At least that’s what I’m assuming he’s doing.

Gripping my upper arm, Typhon hauls me to my feet. I stumble against his grip, stars dancing in my vision at the sudden movement. 

Shoving me into the arms of one of his goons, Typhon faces Darkshield, flicking his long coat aside as he changes his stance. Christian doesn’t move. His eyes are solely focused on Typhon though. I know he’s not here for me. Not after the way we’d left things. His parting words echo through my mind, Forget it, Midnight. I’m not going to risk my life to save you. This partnership is over.

“I’m surprised, Darkshield,” Typhon says. “I didn’t expect you to find me here.”

Christian doesn’t reply. He stands, shrouded in the shadows, watching Typhon. Then he moves, quicker than someone in that much armor should be able to. In one move, he draws his bo staff, extending it as he charges, and swings it for Typhon, who lifts his sword to meet the blow.

The two dance around each other, swinging with expert attacks that the other dodges or blocks with incredible effort.

Behind me, the two men Typhon brought with him watch the fight intently. The one holding me drags us to the edge of the room, giving the two men space. 

Typhon and Darkshield move about the limited space, their fight entrancing. It’s incredible watching the way Typhon jumps away from an attack or the way Christian’s armor deflects the blade. Sparks fly from the metal as it connects with the gauntlet on Christian’s arm.

Their fight gets too close for comfort, making both me and Typhon’s men take a step back, but there’s nowhere else for me to go and I don’t realize that I’m stepping onto the empty air until it’s too late.

“Christian!” I don’t realize I’ve screamed his name until I see his head turn toward me as my body plummets over the edge. I see Typhon’s blade sink into his side, the hero killer finding a weak spot in the armor. I see the blood on the blade, the crimson liquid spilling from the wound as Christian falls to his knee, one hand going to his side just before I can no longer see him.

And suddenly I’m falling. Falling through open air, the ledge I was just standing on getting farther and farther away as I fall.

Wind tugs at me, pushing and pulling as I get closer to the ground with no one to catch me. Because I know he won’t save me. Darkshield—Christian is a selfish man. A desperately broken and selfish man who would never take the leap even if he wasn’t bleeding out on the floor of the building above me. Would never jump after me even if Typhon didn’t have him at his mercy.

I close my eyes, accepting my fate. Accepting it the way all those heroes before me did. The way Azalea did. The way Mister Luck did before her, and Bellafina before them both. Despite this, I can’t tamper down the fear coursing through my veins. Can’t stop the pounding of my heart. But I can stop that fear from overtaking me.

I close my eyes and just feel. Feel the wind as it rushes past me and wait. Wait for the darkness that follows the landing.

But it doesn’t come.

Strong arms wrap around me and I feel whoever it is rotate us. I open my eyes and stare at Christian’s bloodied face behind the domino mask he wears. 

I stare into the green eyes of the person who only days ago swore he would never risk his life for mine as he whispers, “Hold on tight, Midnight.” And fires off his grappling hook at that distant ledge.

“Christian,” I say against his hair, my voice soft as he holds me tight against his chest. “Please don’t let go. I can only fall for you once.”

His breath catches in his chest, our feet landing on the edge of the room we’d fallen from a moment later. 

“Blake,” he breathes, not yet releasing me from his arms. One of his arms moves, and a moment later I feel the cool metal of a blade brush against my skin as he cuts the rope binding my hands.

I nod then take a step back. Christian doesn’t stop me.

His eyes track my movements as I rub the raw skin around my wrists.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him, my own eyes scanning the empty room. My gaze skips over the small puddle of blood a few feet from where Christian stands.

I return my gaze to Christian when he doesn’t respond.

He’s not looking at me anymore. Instead, his head is turned to the side, his eyes searching the cityscape.

“He took Rissy,” he says at last.

My heart drops. Christian’s niece was a little bubble of joy in his life. I’d seen the way he was around her. He was happier, more carefree. If Typhon had taken her…

“Christian,” I say, but I pause, unsure of what I should say.

“He knows who I am now,” Christian continues, still not looking at me. “I have no idea where she is, and now I don’t know what he’ll do to her now that I have gotten in his way.”

I feel the tears forming in my eyes, but they don’t spill over.

When Christian finally turns back to face me, I take a step back at the fear I see there. This is my fault. I was the one who had revealed his identity. It’s my fault Rissy’s life is now in danger.

My voice cracks as I take another step back and say, “I’m sorry. I–”

Christian crosses the distance, grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to meet his eyes. “This is not your fault, Blake. I would jump after you in a heartbeat all over again.”

“But…” I search his eyes, the tears that had begun forming finally slipping loose. “Rissy–”

“We’ll figure it out,” Christian tells me, leaning his forehead against mine. “Together.”

“I don’t think this is a fight we can win, Christian,” I whisper.

Christian’s hand is gentle as he wipes away the tear falling down my cheek.

His voice is soft as he says, “Then we’ll do that together too. Win or lose it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we try.”

I nod, closing my eyes as another tear rolls down my cheek. The adrenaline from my fall finally begins to subside, leaving only worry for Rissy and the dread of having to eventually face Typhon again.

[lowcallyfruity]

Trey just seems like he is so tired. He is so tired of everything . So tired of pretending and being the one that has to do everything

[the-true-overlord]

Working on a thing hehe

[itsyourstarboy]

@celestecreateschaos don't look 👀

Wip:

I'm in love with them

[princemyra]

How the heck do i do this.....this trailer? Like ughhhhhhhh

[ghouldump]

here a silly request... louis has a sister and that's who lestat is interested in and louis is just a means for lestat to get what he really wants! I'm imagining that scene with lestat, louis and lily where lestat practically just used lily so he could sleep with louis, Louis will be so much more worried about Lily that he won't even notice Lestat seducing his sister 🤫🤭

Spider And The Fly | Lestat De Lioncourt x Reader

ෆ when Lestat uses Louis as bait to lure and trap his actual prey.

this is FAR from silly !!

Fierce, Secretive, Cunning, you were quite a vixen with everyone wrapped around your fingers as if you were a goody two shoes - but Lestat could see right through you. He remembered the first night he'd laid eyes on you.

You had no business being on this side of the city, some salesman pressed against you. You'd paid one of the many prostitutes to warn you, if Louis came through, and low and behold, he had just parked.

Pushing away from the guy, you pretended to be uninterested, unlike seconds ago. He kept trying to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, but you kept shrugging him off.

“What’s the matter, darling?” he asked, his hand brushing down the sleeve of your dress.

“I need to get going,” you said, standing, but he followed, throwing the money on the table, and going outside.

“Hold on now, princess,” he said, trying to stop you and kiss on your cheek, while you attempted to push him away. Unexpectedly, the man was punched, groaning, confusedly staring up at Louis.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked you.

“I came with some friends, but they left, so I was going to get a drink,” you said, pouting at your dearest big brother.

“Hell no, you don't need a drink, get in that car and wait for me,” he pointed. Nodding a solemn expression in place, you walked to the car. As you passed Lestat, he could see the mischievous glint in your eyes, you could put on a good show.

He had to get close to you, he found out about your background, your usual circle of friends and associates. How other than Louis, you were the only other child to have some sort of socialite status. You were popular amongst men, and while you weren't a loose young woman, you weren't as innocent as you led your family to believe.

There was only one problem, you were impossible to get to. Louis was protective, extremely protective, perhaps it was his way of projecting his fears. Whoring out women, day and night, yet the idea of his baby sister doing the same thing bothered him. Paul, when he wasn't chasing down Louis, expressing his dislike of Levi, or at church, he was trying to warn you to stay away from men, in general, and Grace was too focused on her wedding to care as much as the two. It was challenging, but Lestat wasn't going to give up easily.

He became close with Louis, and while he enjoyed the man and what he had to offer, Lestat already had made his decision. He recalled fondly, the first time you'd met each other.

Sitting at the dinner table, next to Louis, he was cordial with everyone in vain conversation. Abruptly, the front door could be heard opening, before your head poked into the dining room.

“Y/n, where have you been?” your mother started.

“I was over at Anna’s house,” you said, as you waved everyone at the table, making your way to the empty seat next to Louis.

“This is Lestat de Lioncourt, he is a friend of mine, this is the baby of the family, Y/n,” Louis said, as you sat down. Facing the man, you thought how handsome he was. He was probably Louis’ lover, heaven knows he had never brought a woman home.

“I have heard many things about you,” he said.

“I hope only good,” you smirked, briefly glancing at Louis.

“Of course, Louis goes on and on about you,” he smirked.

The conversation shifted back to Grace and Levi as they went on and on about their wedding. Picking at your food, you sat uninterested in the topic. “Is this all they talk about?” you heard, making you look up at Lestat.

His mouth hadn't moved, as he still faced Grace, nodding his head as she spoke to him. “I see why you're always disappearing” you heard again.

“Excuse me?” you spoke, everyone’s attention turning to you.

“Something wrong?” your mother asked.

“Nevermind,” you shook your head.

“Be careful, ma chérie, they’ll think you're like your brother,” he said, this time when you looked up, everyone sat frozen.

“What is this?” you asked him.

“A specialty of mine,” he smiled.

“Unfreeze them,” you demanded.

“I’d like a word, I have anticipated this moment, since the first time I laid eyes on you,” he smiled.

“You and Louis, are you not together?” you asked him.

“We’re colleagues, who like a little fun on the side, but you, your brother is very protective over you, a precious gem, inaccessible, but I wonder if he knows you aren't even a virgin. Even I can't help but want a taste from you,” he said before everyone unfroze, continuing their conversation.

This was only the beginning of seeing and questioning the essence of the Frenchmen. It was also the start of the inception of Lestat’s plan.

“You okay, pudding? You look a little on edge,” Mr. Clèmence asked, reaching to touch your lower back. He was your father’s business colleague before he passed, and also a creep. Not long after you turned twenty-one, he began trying to bed you.

“I’m okay, I think I‘ll have another drink,” you smiled.

“Go on and hurry back, we have some catching up to do,” he whistled as you walked away.

Rolling your eyes, you regretted accepting the party invite and having to deal with his perverted tendencies. Walking to the bar, you made small talk with a few old friends along the way, thanking the bartender as he replaced your empty glass.

Making your way back to the table, your heart sped up, seeing Mr. de Lioncourt. What was he doing here? When did he get here? Was Louis with him? Why was he talking to Mr. Clémence? They seemed to be having an interesting conversation until you approached.

“I’ll be right back, Y/n,” Mr. Clémence said, standing up, and walking away. He looked hypnotized, never meeting your eyes as he left.

“Join me”

“Is Louis here?” you asked him.

“Louis is working, he has an establishment to run,” he smirked, crossing his leg over the other, as you sat down.

“Then what are you doing here? You don't want business with Mr. Clémence, he's a crook,” you laughed.

“Yes, depraved swine, I am here to see the star of the night, Ms. de Point du Lac,” he said, smirking.

“You seem special to my brother, I don't want to cross any boundaries,” you shook your head.

“Is Louis the only thing stopping you? Or is it the act you plan to keep up for your family and friends? You and I aren't much different, carefree, meant to live your truth, unapologetically, without fear of judgment”

“You wouldn't understand, we’re from two different worlds,” you told him.

“And with just the snap of my fingers, I can make you a part of my world, I just need a yes,” he said, you didn't realize how close he was to you, until now.

“Mr. de Lioncourt-

“Lestat,” he corrected you. Gulping, you stared into his eyes, he was inches away from your face.

“Lestat, I appreciate your offer, but I will have to decline. Louis has the business, Grace has Levi, Paul has the church, and Mama. It is up to me to make a name for myself and have something of my own. I can not ruin my future because I was known as the French man’s créole plaything, good night,” winking at him, before standing up to leave.

Your rejection only added fuel to Lestat’s burning lust. He bit his lip, watching as you walked away, and headed toward your driver. So set on what you needed in life, or what you thought you needed, you were willing to sacrifice everything you were. Marrying an attractive, but poor man, or an old ugly rich man, and for what? To please your family and finally receive the approval you craved, to show them you had something of your own - but this, this fantasy, was not what you truly wanted. You wanted freedom, from misogyny, racism, social pressures, etc.

“I will set you free, from the troubles of this life, ma chérie”

Time went on and Lestat was no longer a concern in your mind. You'd seen him at a few events, sometimes alone, sometimes with Louis, regardless, you kept your distance. He'd stare, but you ignored him. Eventually, you didn't even acknowledge him anymore. There was still a small feeling that you were being watched, or followed, but you ignored it until it went away completely.

“Paul, you have a fever, mama said to lay down,” you told him, helping him into bed.

“I’m alright, really, I just need to see Father-

“I’m more than sure God wants you to get better before you go to church,” you said, sternly. Putting his head down, he nodded, climbing back into bed.

He had been sick with a nasty cold, and you had been helping your mother take care of him, since everyone else was too busy.

“I have soup,” your mother announced, holding the tray with the porcelain bowl on top.

“Good, and now you can explain to your son why he needs to get better before he runs off to church”

“Paul, Y/n is right and you're risking getting others sick,” she told him, setting down the tray.

“Where’s Louis, maybe we could read a few chapters together, like old times,” he said, hopeful.

“Sorry, Paul, he's working-

“Go get him, he won't mind coming home,” your mother told you.

“How am I supposed to know where he is? You want me to go around the French Quarter screaming his name?” you asked. Louis was never in one place for long and it would be a struggle to find him, now that the sun was setting.

“Check at Mr. de Lioncourt’s house, and the red light district,” she said lowly.

“No, Y/n, you have to stay away from that devil,” Paul shook his head.

“His address is in the address book, please, I think it would be nice for him to bond with Louis,” she said. Holding back the urge to groan, you nodded, leaving the room.

She was always trying to accommodate Paul, he had his issues, please Louis, he carried the family, help Grace, she was the first to marry - but what about you?

Taking the car, you went straight to the red-light district. You frowned at the smell in the air, as you looked around. You didn't see him or his car anywhere in sight.

“Hey, have you seen Louis?” you asked Bricktop, one of his madames.

“He left a while ago, either went home or to that French man, he didn't say,” she told you.

“Thank you,” you said, reaching over, giving her a few cents, before driving off to his home.

By the time you parked, night completely covered the sky. You couldn't differentiate between the vehicles, as you pulled up to the curb. Turning off the car, you hope that he is in this house because you did not want to see this man for the fun of it.

Anxiously, you approached the gate, raising your hand to knock, and you realized it was unlocked. Making your way to the door, you reached to knock, when the door opened.

“Lestat”

“Y/n, it is a pleasure to see you, what can I do for you, at this hour?” he smirked.

“I'm looking for Louis, is he here?” you asked, standing on your toes, attempting to look over his shoulder.

“Come in,” he opened the door, stepping to the side to let you in.

“Well, is he here?” you asked, as you walked in, watching him shut the door.

“You knew he wasn't here, ma chérie, but you had to give in to your desire only a little, to see me again,” he grinned at you.

“What the hell are you talking about Lestat, get out of the way,” you said, seeing that he stood in front of the door.

“You can fool them, but I see you, I know you wanted to give in, you want to give in, but you're too afraid, you'd rather hide your true self from the world,” he said, moving out of the way, walking towards the living room.

Rolling your eyes, you went to reach for the door but stopped when he spoke again.

“Just so you know, what happens in secret, is always revealed”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Mr. Clémence, Mr. Smith, Gabriel, William, Isaiah, he seems like he is you're favorite. Funny how people with the very names from the Bible are usually the most troubled, I mean, look at your brother,” he laughed.

“Shut your fucking mouth, you don't get to speak about him or any of them-

“I wonder how poor Louis would take it, knowing his innocent baby sister is a femme fatale, struggling with hypersexuality because she didn't get enough love as a child”

“Does Louis know that you're a dick, he'd love to hear that,” you spat, but it only made him smile.

“Bathrooms, boats, fields, cars, at the park, it would break his heart, to know how erotic you truly are”

“You've been watching me, you pervert,” you realized.

“I think you're entire family would be disappointed, moans such as those could only be made by a nymphomaniac”

“So tell them, is that what you want to do? Are you jealous? They get to have me any way they'd like, but you were rejected,” you taunted.

“I have you where I want you,” he smirked, tilting his head.

“The only place you'd ever have me is in your dreams”

“Is that why you haven't left yet? I moved from by the door and you followed me, you want to argue for my attention, but it is already set on you. I could never be jealous of any of them, they don't make your heart skip a beat, make you nervously chew your lip, clench your thighs together, I do,” he said, approaching you.

“Asshole,” you said, backing away from, them and turning to leave. However, your feet stopped on their own, running back to him, jumping into his arms.

Pressing your lips against his, you moaned as he hungrily explored your mouth, reaching for the back of your dress. Lestat was frightening, not because of how mysterious he came off to be, or his appearance, or background - but because he was always spot on. He had been right about you.

You last track of time, Louis wasn't even a thought, as you gave yourself to Lestat. In his lap, on the loveseat, panting in the most ungodly manner, you gasped, as he bit into your neck. The pain was quickly replaced by pleasure, his cool arms wrapping around your warm skin. It wasn't until the euphoric ecstasy came down, that you realized what you'd done and with whom. He was special to Louis and yet here you were, lying against him.

“I’m sorry, I need to go,” you said, scurrying to get dressed, your hand going to your neck, holding the two holes in your skin. He smiled, satisfied, for now, at least he had more access to you, with his blood in your system.

Rushing home, you tried to look as natural as possible, taking the small backup scarf from your purse, tying it around your neck before entering the house, and going upstairs to your room.

“Hey, they told me you went looking for me?” Louis spoke from the bottom of the stairs, making you turn around. Your eyes softened, guilt plaguing your mind of your actions.

“Yeah, I stopped by the district, at Mr. de Lioncourt’s and I drove around a while,” you lied.

“Sorry about that, I went to see Ms. Lily, her birthday recently passed,” he said.

“It's okay,” you said, told him.

“What’s with the scarf? It’s hot as hell tonight,” he chuckled.

“The mosquitoes are tearing me a new one, I had to hide my neck, I can't wait until winter,” you said, going up the steps as he laughed.

Entering your room, you immediately pulled off the cloth, staring into your reflection. Wincing, your fingers pressed against the two holes, moving to your lips, you thought about Lestat, how he kissed you as if it was his last kiss. Held you, as if you would slip away. He was everything you could ever want, and he was right about all of the things he'd said and for that reason, you would have to stay away from him.

“I’m so glad you're feeling better, partying just isn't the same without you,” Anna, your best friend, pouted, intertwining your arms, as you both sat in the back of the car.

“I know, I think I caught whatever Paul had,” you said to her.

“Lie”

You heard, making you glance around, but he was nowhere in sight. It had been two long weeks of hiding away in your room. At first, it was only until the bruising went down, no amount of makeup could hide the holes in your neck. Then it started, calling for you, telling you to come to him, but you couldn't, you wouldn't. He plagued your mind, crept into your thoughts and dreams. You felt crazy until it finally stopped, immediately, you were rejuvenated and accepted Anna’s invitation to her boy toys party.

“Your mother had you tending to him again? I swear, you need to get married Y/n so you can get away from them,” she said.

“Uh, Laurent lives in the French Quarter?” you asked, feeling the hairs on your body standing, as you recognized the area.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you, he recently bought a house here,” she said, your eyes landed on his house, as the driver drove past.

Parking in front of the large home, you stared down the road, he stayed minutes away.

“Come on, I can't wait for you to meet him,” Anna squealed, dragging you into the house.

As the party began, houses down the road, Louis faced a dilemma. He and Lestat had been growing closer, concerning too many. He knew by their looks the multitude of slurs they were biting back. Lestat had brought Ms. Lily to his house, insinuating on a threesome. However, after a little kissing, he whispered into her ear, grinning as she fell into a deep sleep.

“Ms. Lily?” Louis pulled away, worriedly staring at her.

“She is only sleeping, where were we?”

“I’m supposed to trust your word, wake her up?” he said, lightly shaking her.

“I can't, she's in a deep sleep, she’ll wake up…eventually,” he chuckled to himself.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, she's innocent,” Louis screamed at him.

“When has prostitution become innocent?” Lestat laughed, watching as Louis picked her up, carrying her out of the house.

“Stay away from me”

“Y/n, come to me, I can not wait much longer, ma chérie,” he called out.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you leaned against the wall, the glass to your lips, as you listened to Anna’s boyfriend and his friends go about uninteresting matters.

“Ma chérie, I will set you free”

“Get out of my head,” you muttered under your breath, looking off to the side.

“You said something?” Anna asked you.

“No, I think I seen someone I know, I’ll be right back,” you excused yourself, going outside.

“Y/n, come,” he said, as soon as you were outside. You were beginning to panic, your body moving on its own, headed to his house. To his front door, until you reached for the knob, entering. Going to the living room, you stopped, his back facing you, as he stood in front of the piano.

“Why are you doing this to me? You have Louis,” you asked him.

“I have never wanted Louis, it was always you,” he said, as he finally faced you.

“He just left and wants me to stay away from him, you have no competition, ma chérie,” he continued.

“Lestat, I told you, I can't-

“I love you, and I see you, your efforts, your attempts to please everyone around you, to live up to the standard they have for you - but you don't need that with me. There is nothing too little or too much, you could do, to change the unconditional love that has grown,” he said. Embarrassed, you covered your face as you began to cry. You couldn't recount a time anyone had ever said something as loving.

“You don't want me, I’ve pretended my whole life-

“I want nothing more than to have you, and so you've done a little acting, it doesn't matter. Accept me, and your life will start anew, and you can decide, according to your standards what is best,” he said, he was in front of you within milliseconds, reaching for your hand.

“What are you?” you asked him.

“I will teach you, what I am, what you are, and what you're meant to be, I just need a yes, a simple nod from your beautiful head,” he said, caressing your hand.

Staring into his pale eyes, you wiped your tears, before hesitantly nodding.

“Yes,” you said, taken by surprise when he pressed his lips against your own. Kissing along your neck, you released airy moans, your eyes shut. Taking the back of his hand, he wiped the makeup from your neck, revealing the mole-like scarring from the bite.

“Your new life starts now,” he said, his fangs sinking into your neck.

In the end, the fly was left tangled in the webs of the beautiful spider, awaiting death. Lestat had succeeded and he couldn't wait for the eternity ahead, spent together.

[edenfire]

🚫😤 DO. NOT. MESS. WITH. ME. 😤🚫

I get separation anxiety if I go too long without drawing goro,, he's my lil babygirl🥺🤏💗💞🌸

I had a moment between projects, so of course, I had to draw my lil guy💘 tho, my art might be slowing down a bit, as I get ready for conventions and other secret projects🤫💞

I hope you guys will be patient with me while I'm so busy;;♡♡♡

[bycmykae]

🍵☕️Caffeine Rush: A Coffee and Tea x Color speed run zine

Concept: Contributors will about 2 weeks to complete a mini piece that relates to the theme of coffee/tea, features one of the colors from our palette and incorporates one of our secret prompts.

Content Restrictions and Requirements

Prompts: 🤫 Our secret prompts will be revealed in the Discord server once the project begins to add to the challenge. We will have 4 prompts that your work should relate to. Our prompts are open to interpretation.

Rating: SFW, PG

Original Zine: Caffeine rush is an original zine. OCs are not necessary as work just has to feature coffee or tea and people are not a requirement.

Zine Specs: Free Digital Artists: 1748 x 757 px Writers: No Min or Max but you only have 2 weeks FAQ listed after the “Keep Reading”.

🍵 Schedule

Interest Check: September 01 - 14

Contributor Sign Ups: September 17 - 30

Finals Due: October 19

☕️ Moderators

@cmykae - graphics, design, social, org

@thelocalmuffin - all things writing, org

🍵 What is a zine? New to zines? Check out https://zinebaby.carrd.co/ for some general information. For this project, a zine is a digital PDF that will be released for free.

☕️ Who can participate? Anyone who applies during the application period. No previous experience. No portfolio needed.

🍵  What type of mediums are allowed? 

Anything that can be put into a PDF, which means no music or animation. (Although contributors are encouraged to turn their pieces into animations if they choose to outside of this project).

Physical mediums like painting, clay, or embroidery is allowed as long as the contributor is able to crop and prepare files to zine guidelines. Please apply as an artist.

Chefs, baristas, and bakers are allowed to participate to create recipes using coffee/tea flavors, write about coffee blends, etc. Please apply as a writer.

Although short stories (fics) are most popular in zines; poetry or article styled writing is also welcomed.

☕️ Contributor Expectations:

Adhere to the guidelines

Discord attendance: mandatory.

Final deadline: non-negotiable.

🍵 Cover Artist Due to the nature of this zine (a speed run), we will not have cover artist applications.

☕️ Using our Color Palette: The main highlight of your work should be the one of the five colors provided. Artists: You only have to use ONE of our colors. It does NOT have to be monochromatic. You are NOT required to use all our colors. Writers: How you interpret and incorporate the color into your piece is up to you. 🍵 Is romance allowed? Coffee dates are okay! Please remember this zine is rated SFW, so nothing scandalous is allowed.

☕️ Can I draw digital merch? Although not a popular choice, artists are allowed to make digital merch. From social media assets to printable pages. If you are interested in making digital art, please apply as an artist. 🍵 Is it only Coffee and Tea? Anything made from coffee and tea is allowed as well. Fruit tea, Milk tea, Affogato, Iced Coffee, Tea Cookies, etc, etc.

☕️ Is fanart allowed? Yes, fanart will be allowed in this project. — - — - — - — 

Additional Questions? Feel free to reach out through email or ask box

[theangelicimp]

hi!!!! any vi x reader nsfw headcanons? as if like, how she'd be in bed :3

❮ navigation | arcane masterlist | guidelines | drop a request ❯

Summary: just some nsfw headcanons 😈

Word Count: about 175

Pairing: Vi x Black!AFAB!Reader

Warnings: It's sex y'all. No minors allowed

Let’s start: Vi may not seem like it but she prefers gentle sex

She’s had enough roughness in her life, cradle her head while she eats you out please

Shaved, unshaved she doesn’t care, either way, she’s IN there

Lots of foreplay - she really wants to savor the moment

PEG THIS WOMAN

MAKE HER WHIMPER

Y’all see her biceps? You can’t tell me she doesn’t do wall sex

Imagine being in the bathtub - she just got done with a long workout session

You made her a nice hot bath, she get in, you give her a massage

You start at her shoulders, then work your way down to her breasts

She tries to stifle a moan, but once you start on her nipples, its all over

Please please please pamper her

Vi’s not a pillow princess, but she’s not used to aftercare, and we all know she needs it

Most importantly: show her you love it

Be loud, tease her, run your finger down her back

Show her she is wanted and loved

A/N: Just a little something for those of you who want some spice today~ I've got two more requests I'm working on, plus a super-secret project I've been working on for a while 🤫 Stay tuned for more!

[stylespresleyhearted]

MASTERLIST

When I am bored or obsessed (or avoiding doing my homework which is always) I make fake IG edits for celebrities I like or bombard my favorite fic authors (who I am lucky enough to call friends) with thots & blurbs.

austin butler (coffee girl universe)

the start of it all

soft launching the relationship

five times she posted him and the one time he did

THE PRESS RUN

happy birthday ccg!

luci’s 3rd birthday

dad! austin

austin butler x reader

sticks & stones

austin butler in love

Callum Turner x reader

dating callum (x) (x)

callum turner, soon to be dad

callum turner, new father (also known as pt.2)

pub w/ callum headcanons

——

illicit affairs ✨

secret project 🤫

illicit affairs headcanons

illicit affairs : the wedding (social media edition)

Masters of the Air

john egan (acorn universe) blurb

bucky egan x innocent! reader snippet

The Major’s Wife

Clegan AU’s

[squishykitty825]

Darkest night

Dark shadows swirl around my shaking body. The thin desert tree I hide behind towers into the sky with its brothers and sisters. Its branches reach the sky, brushing the clouds in a way that no skyscraper ever will. Rain-heavy clouds swarm over the crescent moon.

Soft light from the moon and the stars filters through the clouds onto the hiking path to my right. A breeze rustles the leaves of the scattered trees and stout shrubbery, carrying the tune of a long forgotten song that only the wind could remember.

My heart pounds wildly in my chest.

They’re dead.

They’re both dead. Because of him. Because of the man who chases me through the narrow streets of the city I’ve sworn to protect. The man who’s haunted my memories without my consent—though I did not know the face or the name, until now. And now I’m among the desert squirrels and bushes on the outskirts of the city, the massive shape of the Hollywood sign looming above me as I pause, trying to catch my breath. I’ve faced worse things than this, I know I have. But something about this is different. Something about this has my mind racing, running a loop around itself again and again. I know what it is, but I do not acknowledge it for fear of getting lost in the depths of my memories of the ones I lost to this man—this monster.

I strain my ears, trying to listen. Trying to hear anything above the silence that echoes loudly through the near-barren landscape around me. Nothing but the chirping of crickets. It’s too soon for me to breathe out a sigh of relief. And I cannot believe that the man who killed my sister would have stopped the chase.

Blood drips down the side of my face from my temple where the wooden bat had collided with my head. The crimson liquid mixes with the salty droplets of sweat that gathered on my skin as I ran.

My breaths are loud in my ears. The rasping sound mixing with the gentle hush of the light wind trailing through the currents around me. A cluster of stars shines brightly through a gap in the clouds a moment before the rain starts, turning the sandy dirt at my feet to mud in a matter of seconds as the drizzle quickly turns to a heavy rain. Thick drops of rain land on my exertion-hot skin, cooling it.

Hearing no sounds of pursuit, I lean against the tree and thrust my hand into my pocket in search of my phone. I need to call her. I was supposed to meet her, and being ambushed on my way home was not on my agenda.

Shit. I can’t find my phone.

I must have dropped it somewhere in my hurry to get away.

Taking in my surroundings, I’m surprised at how far I ran to get away from the man chasing me. I must have run over a mile to have reached the outskirts of the city.

My shallow breaths become deeper as my heart begins to slow its racing beat, the adrenaline leaving my system slower than it had come. Goosebumps erupt over my skin under the icy touch of the rain. Looking back at the path I’d taken, I feel the dread roiling in my gut at the thought of retracing my steps to find my phone.

Cursing under my breath, I know it’s a bad idea. A terrible idea, really. 

Whatever, I can buy myself a new phone later. For now, I need to get back to the main part of the city and find a payphone or something. Except… I curse under my breath, again. I left my wallet in my office. All this time spent focused on figuring out Typhon’s next move has left me distracted and forgetful.

Blowing out a deep breath, I trudge through the light mud, forging a new path back to the city without taking the same route I’d run to get here.

My hair is plastered to my face as I try not to shiver against the cold. The suit jacket I wear is thoroughly soaked through, as is the white shirt beneath it. I must look like a drowned rat. All things considered though, I am glad for that. Grateful that I am still able to feel this miserable—that I escaped the psychopath chasing me—because the alternative would mean leaving Rissy alone in this world. Her parents—my sister and her husband—were taken by the monster who decided to make me his next target, and I will not let her lose another parent. 

My feet freeze in place as I hear something behind me.

No.

No no no.

He couldn’t have found me already.

My heart is once again pounding in my chest as I continue walking, this time faster. The pace at which I walk increases until I’m suddenly running again, trying not to slip in the mud as I race for the sprawled out houses of the suburbs. If I can just reach them maybe I can find someone willing to help, to call the police.

Slick mud slides beneath my feet as I round the corner of a house, nearly taking me to the ground with how slippery it is. I can hear Blake’s vocie in my head as I stumble down the small alley between the houses, You gonna let yourself lose to a girl, Christian? Their spar from the other day had left his blood thrumming. She was a skilled fighter and has beaten me mercilessly on the mat. But she was also a fierce leader, offering tips to fix my form and encouragement after each defeat. 

Don’t let your guard down just because I’m a smaller opponent.

Keep fighting, Christian. Maybe someday you’ll reach my level.

Something hard hits the back of my head, sending sparks of pain through my skull and creating black spots in my vision. I stumble, almost faling to my knees as I am forced to come to a halt, nausea eating away at the world around me, making it spin and spin and spin.

I’m sorry Blake, I think as the darkness grows bigger, my body swaying. I don’t think this is a fight I’ll win.

Darkness in my vision twinkles as I blink, staring up at the night sky through the gap in the clouds. The stars are soon blocked out by the shape of a man standing over me. A monster with a monstrous smile who kneels next to me and puts a hand to my throat, pressing hard until I feel myself falling into oblivion.

[kaarijazineofficial]

Hey Kääryleet!

We’re happy to announce that the drawing part of the zine is FINISHED! We are now entering the production stage 🥳🥳🥳

Here is a sneak peek of what beautiful illustrations you'll be able to find in this wonderful project, as well as some of the artists that took part in it 👀

However, we need a bit of your help! Nothing much though, don't worry.

We just need to know how many of you would be interested in a physical copy!

So for the approximate price of about 11€, 12$ USD or 16$ CAD, you would be getting:

a copy of the zine

stickers from the wonderful @mitamicah

a little secret 👀🤫

shipping to where you are!

(the price is still in approximate, because production costs could vary depending on many factors)

Thank you so much for your time! We can't wait to share with you all what we've made in the past months 💚