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pawsomelestat · 9 months

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

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

ー Bite me. ー

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I help you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I guess that’s why I’m here then..”

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

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

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

“Oh non, you are shaking,”

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

“Don’t be afraid.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tu as un goût si doux"

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

"Life is too short to drink bad wine."

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

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

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cece693 · 3 months

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Pain (Lestat de Lioncourt x Male Vamp. Reader)

This small fic came to me while looking through Pinterest. You know those little 'aesthetic' quotes? Well, it came from this one specifically:

'I loved you even when it hurt.'

This fic includes things from both the movie and TV show, so no specific Lestat was used for inspiration. Enjoy.

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

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

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

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

There were moonlit strolls through shadowy alleyways, where Lestat shared the secrets of their immortal world. He spoke of the intoxicating thrill of the hunt, the taste of forbidden blood, and the freedom that came with transcending the limitations of mortality. Lestat created a world where every moment felt like an eternity of bliss. However, m/n should've known his novelty would wear off. Lestat was a man driven by desire and ambition, wanting to taste the newest and finest things in life. What would m/n offer to such a monster who had already taken everything? So when Lestat's attention was redirected to another human named Louis, m/n felt pain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In a moment of intense emotion, Lestat, fueled by the strange dance of power and desire, leaned in, capturing m/n's lips in a possessive kiss. The meeting of their mouths was both a declaration of dominance and a desperate attempt of Lestat's to re-establish his control over m/n. Perhaps, in his pursuit of novelty and excitement, he had unknowingly neglected his first creation in favor of the alluring Louis. However, what neither m/n nor Louis knew was that, hidden beneath the layers of Lestat's charismatic exterior, there existed a capacity for love.

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

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

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

#interview with the vampire #x male reader #male reader #claudia iwtv #iwtv #vampire #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire armand #vampire chronicles #anne rice

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storiesforftm · 2 months

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Could I request 1994 Armand x male reader? I don't think I've ever seen one of those 🥹 although I haven't checked in a while. Perhaps the reader is a recently turned vampire who attended one of the Theatre's plays? It's your choice whether it's an imagine or one-shot. Thank youuu in advance!

Absolutely!! Thank you for your suggestion! I hope this doesn’t disappoint!

Warnings: forceful feeding(?), blood, nudity (not in a smut way).

Synopsis: Louis takes y/n to the theatre of vampires to meet an old friend, Armand. Armand notices the new vampire, and how he must be thirsty, and tries to get him to feed, but guilt plagues Y/N’s mind.

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Meeting Armand

“Here, change out of your clothes into these.” Louis had lent me his clothes for the night, as mine were bloodied from being turned, and from feeding on small animals, who’s corpses now lay across the room. It was a chilly night, and even though the cold didn’t bother me now, I could still feel the crisp air hit my skin.

I walked into a separate space so Louis couldn’t see me without a shirt on. Although my chest was flat, I was uncomfortable changing in front of another man, mostly because before I met Louis, I was presenting as a female, and only dressed in female clothing. When I was turned, my body also changed. The change made my body turn into what I wanted and needed it to be.

Once I was ready, we headed out for the night. Louis had told me about an old friend of his; Armand. Armand was said to have been the world oldest vampire yet, and I was now the youngest. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. Almost like he could sense it, Louis put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it gently, as if telling me that everything would be okay.

We were seated, and the show had started. There were hundreds of humans in the theatre, and their scent distracted me, I couldn’t hardly pay attention to the show, but I eventually started to tune out my hunger, and I caught the ending of the show.

A woman, wearing absolutely nothing, came out onto the stage. I felt sad for her. The audience just thought this was fake, but once the smell of blood hit me, I knew she was gone, and I was caught up in my guilt of killing innocent beings.

Eventually, it was over, and I was brought back to reality by Louis voice. “Still as disturbing as the first time I watched,” he said in a calm voice. I looked at him, and he looked back at me and smiled. “Come. I want you to meet someone.”

He took me by the hand, and led me down a long twisting hallway of stone stairs into the basement of the theatre, where I saw the vampire Armand himself. I locked eyes with him, then swiftly looked away out of nervousness. Then, I heard him speak, “Now, now, monsieur, don’t look away from me. I can sense your fear, but there is nothing to be afraid of.”

He walked up beside me, gently grabbed my chin, and made me look at him. His pale yellow eyes burned into mine as he studied my face. “What is your name?”

“Y/N,” I said confidently. All fear dissipating from my body. I stared back into his face, taking in all his features. Louis was keeping his slight distance, but he was still close enough to reach out and touch my shoulder.

“Y/N,” Armand began, “you seem parched.” His sentence made me realize the growing burning sensation in the back of my throat that longed for human blood, and he somehow knew that too. As he spoke his words, a slight smirk appeared on his face. I was having the same trouble Louis did when he was first turned. I felt guilty for taking life as small as a rat, how would I feel if I killed a human?

“You will feel better after this, Y/N,” Armand said. I watched Armand walk away towards a group of vampires who were hiding something. Hiding someone. They departed and showed me a woman who was sleeping in a thin robe. I took my eyes off her for a second. It seemed wrong. Luring innocent people away from their families, only to be fed to the monsters of the night. But Armand saw that I had looked away, and as quick as light, ran to be behind me, and held my face so I’d have no choice but to look at her silhouette draped in a mesh robe.

Louis started getting defensive for me, knowing how uncomfortable not only physical touch made me, but seeing vulnerable people. “Armand, don’t be so harsh on him. This is very new to him, don’t you see how he is frightened?”

“You are his maker, yes?” Armand asked. Louis nodded his head, “Yes. I am.”

“Then you must teach him to have no fear, and there is no pain when a human life is taken. He must learn to survive, just as you did.” Armand took me by the arm and led me to the woman. Louis stayed close behind me.

Armand put me on my knees, gently bit the wrist of the sleeping woman, and offered her to me. I closed my eyes, and hung my head in guilt, trying to drown out all of the loud silence that filled the room, and Armand saw his chance. He placed the woman’s blood on my lips, and as I tasted the warm, metallic blood, I had forgotten all sense of control.

There isn’t much I remember, but I know that Louis and Armand had to remove her from my grasp, and as I was removed, I slowly came to. My senses came back to me, and as I looked at what I had done, my guilt over came me, and I wailed in anger and frustration.

I ran back to her, but she was gone. I wept over her body, and Armand came up behind me. Louis was in front of me, watching me cry.

“And why is it you weep over a corpse?” Armand asked. “She feels no pain now. She is gone.”

“Yes, she is gone,” I began. “But it was all because of me. I killed her.” There was a brief moment of silence between the three of us.

“Do the farmers feel guilt when they kill for food, y/n?” Armand asked.

“Surely the must, a little,” I said quietly. “Of course not! They raise the cattle and kill them for meat. They do not love them! They love themselves.”

Armand bent down to me and places his hand on my cheek, and made me look at him. “That is why they kill. To survive. You do no more than what farmers do. You kill to survive. They kill, they eat, they kill again. Every one of us is trapped in the same cycle. We just happen to be at the top of it.”

Armand stood back up and got other theatre vampires to whisk the woman’s body away from me. I let them take her. Even though I physically felt stronger, I’ve never felt so low. I stood up and wiped my mouth and my tears. Armand stood in front of me and held me by my shoulders once again.

“Y/N,” I looked up at him and he bent down near my ear and whispered, “You are strong. You will overcome the guilt.”

It was time for us to leave, but before we could, I had to clean up first. I was given new clothes and my face was cleaned thoroughly, and as Louis and I walked out the door, Armand looked back at us, and welcomed us to the theatre anytime for any reason. I knew I’d go back soon enough.

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Okay, so this is gonna be my first published one-shot 🙏🤭 I hope you enjoyed!

Some final thoughts on this story: I felt it was semi-accurate to 1994 Armand. I tried to write his character from memory, but the last time I actually watched the movie was about a year ago?? So I’m sorry if some things weren’t quite in his character. I also wanted to include some trans-esque character traits, but didn’t want the story to be centered around Y/N being trans, (so if that doesn’t resonate with you, I’ll make another one-shot!). Thank you for this suggestion, and I hope you all have a wonderful day!

#interview with the vampire imagines #interview with the vampire one shot #interview with the vampire Armand #Armand x male reader #Armand x trans!male! reader #x ftm reader #x male! reader #interview with the vampire x male reader #x male y/n #louis pointe du lac x male reader #lestat de lioncourt x male reader #Armand #armand iwtv

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marksbear · 1 year

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

Your welcome and I hope you enjoy

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

LESTAT AND LOUIS X MALE READER

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

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

When Lestat got in the picture he was stalking Louis.

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

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

FEW MONTHS PAST

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

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

TIMESKIP

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

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reverie-verse · 9 months

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Hello! Can I request a Azriel x Reader angst? The reader and Az are mates but Az was too infatuated with Mor, and after years of waiting the reader moves on with an OMC. They’re finally happy and feel loved and all Azriel can do is watch as his mate gets pulled from him completely. The reader tells him it’s too late. (The reader isn’t bitter)

The Mate That Got Away- Azriel x Reader

Note: There will be a ball, and the outfits are going to be vague. So you can picture what you’d like, if you prefer ethnic traditional clothing, great! If you like modern clothing that’s also great too. The style is up to you! However the color of the outfit will match the male character. So whatever color his court is, whatever color he represents the reader will have.

Ooooooo I almost forgot! I pictured Lestat from queen of the damned as Eris. I’m sorry it is what it is. Thats where my brain 😂😂. I do hope this meets your expectations and I’m sorry if it doesn’t. All I know is I was breaking my own damn heart writing this 😭 💔.

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You left a note pinned to your bed. You had changed into all black clothing. Your bag packed with most of your belongings slung over your shoulder, your hair pulled back a black hood pulled to cover your head. You were perched on the window seal taking one final look around the precious space of your room. You saying one last goodbye, you were leaving your home, you were leaving Velaris. Your heart cracked into a million pieces, but it was the right thing to do. You had too. By the time they would return from their trip and stumble into your room you’d be long gone. Some part of you wished that things could be different and that it didn’t have to be this way. The bigger half knew better, you had to do this. It was the only thing you had left, and you had endured enough pain to last you hundreds of life times. It was time to say goodbye. You turned away hopping off the ledge and down the River house. You landed gracefully and quietly.

“ Are you sure about this?” A male voice whispered to you. You looked up to your old room and the rest of the house. Your heart heavy, you turned to the male who spoke to you. Fiery red hair and a golden eye stared back at you, his face expressing that of sadness. Lucien was the only one who you talked to about this. He was your ticket out. Everyone was too close, he never asked too many questions only when he figured you needed consulting that he bombarded you with them. You two were close enough to consider one another as good friends.

“ Yes, Lucien. We’ve been over this a hundred times. We are burning moonlight” You sighed quietly walking over to him.

“ I know, but I think you should stay. Everyone will be devastated. I’m sure you can speak with Rhys and Feyre, tell them the truth-“

“ That won’t change anything. It doesn’t matter what I say, nothing will change the fact that I need to leave. It’s just easier that way” You tell him while the two of you walk further away from the home.

“Did I ever tell you how I knew this young human turned high fae who instead of running away from her mate she ran towards him '' He says as the two of you come to a halt, realizing that you both were far enough from the home to make traveling much easier and more discrete. He scoops you into his arms. He braces himself so that he can winnow you.

“ Lucien I’m not changing my mind”

“Right, well it was worth another attempt”

—-

You were gone, with no traces left of you. Everyone had panicked, they searched the entire home, the house of wind and the town house. There was nothing. Standing in the foyer of the river house everyone’s gaze shifted to Azriel. They knew of the mating bond between you two, however what they didn’t know was that he rejected the bond. Azriel was hesitant and he did almost accept it but his mind kept drifting to Mor. He couldn’t let her go even if he tried. He didn’t want to either. Yet every day much like Lucien you strived to at least to get to know him and you did. What he didn’t know was that you loved him. No one knew except Lucien. You two shared similarities more than you realized. The only difference was Elain was beginning to come around. Azriel was never going to come around.

Azriel attempted to reach you through the mating bond only to find a cold numbness. You both couldn’t exactly break the bond but you could block each other. Azriel considered that as one possibility. While his mind went to a dark place, where someone could have kidnapped you and dosed you with faebane, it was his job to assume the worst. Azriel couldn’t take his mind off you, for a moment he was searching for his friend, then the next his mate, then back to his friend. His eyes searched the room for Mor finding her near the fire place, her expression filled with pain and sadness. She had lost one person she was close to. It broke his heart to see her in that state. Feyres voice broke him from his train of thought.

“ Did any of you find anything?” Feyre asked, looking between each member. Rhys pinched the bridge of his nose. His body is rigid and tense.

“ Not a thing. She covered her tracks well” Cassin crosses his arms as he rocks himself on his feet.

“ That’s because she does not want to be found” Lucien says as he walks through the threshold of the living room. Everyone was standing except for Elain and Nesta. All of their pointed gazes turned directly towards him. Lucien looked past everyone, his eyes landing directly on Azriel. His shadows danced around him furiously. He was hurt, angry, confused. He didn't know what to say or what to expect from you.

“ Why would she not want to be found?” Mor asked as she turned away from the fireplace. She couldn’t understand why you would make such a drastic move such as this one. This was out of the ordinary for even you, there had to be a reason why you’d disappear without a trace, it just wasn’t like you. The strangest part was that you had asked Lucien to take you wherever you went. “ Why would she bother asking you to take her?” She asked Lucien as she stared him down while he started Azriel down.

“Because she trusted me more than she trusted the rest of you” He says simply.

“ She’s only known you for half a second. Why would she put all her faith into you? ” Azriel bounced off of Mors questions. She was right , it was rather odd for you to take off the way you did. This wasn’t normal behavior which meant something was extremely wrong. Azriel was your friend first before your mate, he will always be your friend first, right now as your friend trusting someone like Lucien was always questionable. Again his gaze shifted to Mor who was biting her lip, she began to pace, her mind must’ve been racing a mile a minute. He wanted to reach out and hold-no not right now he can’t not when you were gone.

“She had her reasons. I did not press the issue because she did not wish to talk about it.” Lucien glares at Azriel.

“ So you simply let her walk away with no questions of your own” Azriel challenged.

“ You want an explanation for a question that I can’t give you”

“ Why? Because she has sworn you to secrecy” Mor hissed. “ You know something. She must’ve said a word, a phrase, anything!”

Cassian asked, arms still crossed. “Is it possible she could’ve left a note?”

“ There may be a possibility, Cass check her room see if you find anything that might give us an idea of where she headed or why she took off” Rhys ordered his brother turned general. Cassian gave him a curt nod heading off to your room.

“ Elain is there a chance you could’ve seen this in your vision?” Feyre asked her sister as she walked over to her.

Elain shook her head. “ No I can’t get a read on her, she won’t allow me into her mind. Her future is blocked from me”

“ I can’t get a read on her either” Rhys says as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “ Azriel? What of the mating bond?”

Azriel’s sharpened gaze stayed trained on Lucien “Nothing, it’s quiet on her end. Too quiet.” Even as Azriel rejected the bond he still remained protective of you, though his heart yearned for Mor. Lucien tightened his gaze on Azriel the two stared each other down. Cassian bounded down the stairs quickly as he reached the threshold a piece of paper tucked into his hand. “ She left a note. It’s addressed to you Feyre” He walkes over to her handing her the folded paper.

“ Me?” She looks between him and the paper hesitantly taking it from him.

“ What” Mor gasped “ She-let me see the note”

“ No, Mor I don’t think you should see this”

“ Let me read the note” Azriel says, if anyone should, he prefers it was him who witness it, you were his mate. It had to account for something. Even if his heart belongs to Mor and not yours. Was that selfish, to want to still take ownership of you but be in love with another. No, it was deeply wrong. Yet he found himself hurt and curious.

Feyre however needed time to think and with a note that could possibly explain your whereabouts and why you specifically chose her to read it. She could only assume that you had figured out Azriel’s love for Mor. If that was the case then the entirety of the situation would start an internal conflict for Mor herself. A conflict of a truth that could be forced out into the open. Tonight would not be the night for that. As if Rhys had peaked into Feyres mind he says “- As much as we all are curious about her note I suggest everyone take the evening off, we can deal with this tomorrow.-“

“You can’t be serious?! She could be in trouble! She could be hurting and you want to wait until tomorrow!” Mor growled.

“ Easy Girl” Amren says as she moves from the window to stand by Mor. Mor turned to glare at Amren, her chest heaving up and down furious.

“Our friend is out there, somewhere, possibly hurting, and you want me to take it easy. You have some nerve-“

“ Girl you watch your tongue before I rip it out of your blonde head-“ Rhys and Cassian jumped to action moving the women away from each other. Nesta and Elain standing up from the couch, Nesta made quick work to push Elain protectively behind her. Rhys held his second in command away from everyone, to which Amren was rather calm but more or less annoyed at the theatrics. Cassian wrapped his arms around Mor holding her close to his chest.

“ It was my fault. I didn’t want it to be this way. Not like this-“ Azriel starts his shadows becoming droopy and hidden behind him. This was because of him, he hadn’t realized it until now, the note, the fighting, the way he wanted to recuse Mor, instead of searching for you. Shame itched at him.

Mor pushed against Cassian to let her go. “ What are you talking about?-”Mor asked as she struggled against Cassian who made no move, only holding her tightly. Everyone held their breath, this was becoming a reality. Mor shook her head. When Azriel made no move to explain his own eyes flickering to meet hers. The information fits together like puzzle pieces. There was no need to read the note because everything they needed to know was right in front of them. “- No-you- didn’t- Why would you risk the bond?! You idiot!” Mor continued to struggle in Cassian's arms. Elain places a hand over her mouth as it hung open. Nesta frozen by the words she heard mulling over the meaning.

“ I did it because I love you! Mor I fell in love with you, since I first saw you, I have always loved you. This wasn’t how I wanted to do this-“ He tells her as he steps towards her, Mors body sags in defeat, this was her last straw.

“-You-You ruined everything” Mor whispers softly, gentle tears streaming down her face. Cassian let go of Mor slowly as she pushed away from him. She moved towards the living room crossing the threshold and to the front door, she planned on staying anywhere else but the River house.

“Mor!” Azriel called out after attempting to go after her but not when Rhys stopped him. He had removed himself from Amren, placing a hand on Azriel’s shoulder.

“ Let her go” He tells him, Azriel listens and remains in his place, but his heart ripped in half, two people had walked away from him in the same night, and both were his fault.

“ She’ll come back, she always does” Cassian says as he stands on the other side of Azriel.

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You rolled onto your side staring at the man who laid next to you. He was laying on his stomach, his arms buried beneath the pillow, his cheek resting against it. His wine red hair in a wavy mess plastered to the pillow. His hair paired well against his tan skin, a lighter color than his brother. Your heart swooned at the sight of him. You reached over caressing his cheek. You moved your hand away pushing him over to the side so you could tuck yourself under his arms. He follows suit and gives you the space to do so. You had a feeling he was awake, you could feel the rumble of a chuckle in his chest. You snuggled into his bare chest basking in his warmth. His eyes remained closed as he held you close. You shut your eyes as the two of you began to fall back asleep.

A knock was heard on your shared bedroom door. The man holding you groaned, it was your turn to giggle at him . “Eris! Y/N!?” Lucien’s voice called out to you both.

“ I am going to murder him” Eris growled.

“ No you’re not, he's my best friend and your brother.” You tell him, as he sighed roughly making you smile though you knew Eris would never harm Lucien, the two have grown closer as of recently, all thanks to you. Their brother bonds stronger than before.

“ I am coming in you both better be decent when I open this door!” Lucien says as he opens the door stepping inside. Thankfully you both were already decent. You slept in Eris’s tunic while he slept shirtless and in pants. You untangled yourself from Eris’s arms even though he protested. Eris sighed as he propped himself against a few pillows, resting an arm behind his head. You sat up cross legged under the blankets. “Oh good you both are decent”

“ What is it Lucien?” Eris asked as his amber eyes stared at his brother.

“ The ball” He tells him simply.

“ What about it?” You asked.

“ All courts are attending, including the Night Court. They had just decided and sent a reply to Helion. Elain was the one who told me '' Lucien says as Eris who was already looking at you noticed the nervous expression on your face. Lucien has turned his attention towards you.

“ I guess that means it’s time” You tell them quietly.

“ I’m afraid so” Eris replies. You both stare at each other, Eris reaches over and takes your hands in his.

Lucien had left the room, claiming he needed to get dressed and that Elain would need some help picking a matching outfit. It’s been two years since you’ve left Velaris. Two years since you last saw him. Since you left your friends. You wondered if they resented you for it. You wondered if Elain told them about you already. Lucien always reassured you that she never did even when they asked questions about her visions. You never asked him questions though, you never asked how they were, how Azriel was nor about Morrigan either. You assumed they lived happily ever after. You guessed that today would be the day where everyone would find out about one another.

You climbed out of the bed getting ready to go to the closet, Eris reached out a hand grabbing your arm pulling you back to him. You sighed, turning to look at Eris who had a mischievous smirk on his face. A silly smile slipped on your face as soon as you realized what he was going to do. “ Oh no, No-No-No we are going to be late!-Eris!” Eris yanked you back down onto the bed. Trapping you under him in attempts to kiss you.

“ Eris!” You warned him as you tried to squirm away.

“We’ll be quick I swear!” He watched you hesitate, your half on the bed and half off the bed. It was his chance to grab you again.

“That’s what you said last time!”You squealed your back landing onto the plush bed. Lips attach themselves to yours drawing you in, consuming you whole.

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The ball was organized as a birthday party for Helion, the Day Court planned to celebrate him. Each court was sent an invitation; this was the biggest ball of the year. It has been a long time since the courts have ever gathered together unified enough to be in the same room. Everyone was mingling amongst themselves as different courts arrived at various times of the evening. The night court had made it before Autumn. The inner circle spoke with different court members all except Azriel.

The night after you left Azriel spoke with Mor alone, he had learned the truth, about her and himself. He realized that he had made a grave mistake. For the past two years he spent the time he had searching for you. Only to come up empty each time, even Mor vouched to help him find you and there was nothing. No word from anyone. Eventually she had given up on the search, Rhys and offered for Azriel to take some time away from everyone including the search for you but he refused. Everyone had given him space and the time he needed to grieve but it made no difference.

He was haunted by the memories of you regardless. You were all he could think about for the past two year, and with the help of Mor, you were a permanent marking. Everyday he spent time working on the bond hoping to connect with you, and if he succeeded he could find you. The only problem was you were strong in blocking the mating bond. You made it near impossible to find you, to connect, to be linked to you. He admitted that you were well trained in that department. It was a task you were always good at. Still he continued with his quest on finding you. His eyes scanned the ball room, hoping and wishing for your presence, hoping to hear your voice, maybe offer you a dance while the two of you talk and ignore the crowd… But that was wishful thinking. Music played in the background as couples danced on the floor, Mor walked over to Azriel handing him a glass of wine. “ I think you’re going to need this more than I do” She tells him softly, taking a drink from her own cup.

“ What makes you think I will?” He asks, taking the glass, holding it in his hand not bothering to touch it. He eyes the crowd before eyeing the cup in his hand.

“If she isn’t here you’ll be spending the entire night in heartbreak watching all these couples, you might as well be drunk for it”

“ Maybe I don’t want that-“ Mors gasp caught him by surprise, his eyes looking at her following her gaze. There you were. As beautiful as the last time he saw you. Your hair styled perfectly, your skin glowing, you had a smile on your face so bright and full of life, your laugh echoed hitting his ears turning into a wonderful melody. Time truly seemed to slow down. Your hand was intertwined with someone else’s, a ring on your wedding finger, your outfit you had worn colored in reddish orange, the colors of autumn. It couldn’t have been Lucien, he was already waltzing on the dancing floor with Elain. Which only left one highlord Eris. He too was smiling as he spoke with Cassian and Nesta. Mor growled at the sight. Rhys and Feyre approached Azriel and Mor. Amren, as quiet as ever appeared next to her with Varian by her side, soon enough the rest of the inner circle gathered together.

“ She looks happy” Azriel says as the group turns to look at his saddened face. He had lost the one chance at happiness after he lost his first, a mistake he regretted more than anything. Had he known that Mor had never felt for him the way he had for her, then you would be in his arms now. You would be with him and not Eris.

“She does,” Rhys acknowledged Azriel’s comment, watching his brother closely. Nesta and Cassian had hugged you before leaving to head to the dance floor. You looked so relieved that they embraced you, you had turned to your husband, with yet another smile. Eris shared that smile with you as if to say I told you so. He took your hand back in his as he pulled you to the dance floor, as if he had done it many times, you fell into his arms melting into them as if you two were mated from the beginning. You swayed with him, your arms wrapped around his neck and his arms wrapped around your waist. You two spoke to each other, laughing and sharing sweet nothings. Azriel wished that it was him holding you that way, to watch you smile, and laugh effortlessly. He wanted to be Eris. He wanted to be the one wearing the wedding band that you gave him, he wanted you to wear the wedding band he gave you. He wanted what Eris had.

Nesta and Cassian had crossed the dance floor and headed to the group. Cassian had seen the pain in his brother's eyes, his own heartbreaking. He wasn’t sure what he could say that might ease Azriel’s suffering. He placed a hand on Azriel’s shoulder giving him a soft squeeze. Azriel had made up his mind “ I’m going to talk to her” everyone looked at Azriel questioning his motivation. Walking away from his friends he walks towards you. He could smell the two of you, how your scents intermingled, it was repulsive to him, he couldn’t stand the smell, instead he wished it was his smell on you. Yours on him. But it was too late for that. Eris had taken your hand and twirled you around, pulling you back to him swaying again, you giggled at his feeble attempt to flirt with you. As Azriel got closer he fought the urge to kill and maim him right where he was. Azriel reached you both and cleared his throat. You and Eris looked towards Azriel, the smiles slipping from both of your faces. Azriel wished he hadn’t been the one to make your smile fall.

“ Do you mind if I cut in?” He asks.

Eris looks at you first ignoring his request. You sighed, you knew this time was going to come, Eris tightened his hold on you. Your heart smiled at his protectiveness. You gave Eris a nod of approval. He looked at you for a little while longer, leaning down and kissed your cheek. You offered him a sweet smile as he reached up and caressed your cheek. He turned away from you heading off in another direction, he glared at Azriel who returned the stare down. Azriel smiled gently to which you had taken his outstretched hand. You kept the hold simple, placing your hands on his shoulders. His hands remained on your waist. You were hesitant, you shifted uncomfortably.

Azriel cleared his throat “ How are you?”

For this you smiled, your eyes traveled to Eris who was speaking with Lucien for a moment before looking back to Azriel. “ I am better. And You?”

“ I-it could be better-” He admits. “There is something that I’d like to ask you”

“ Alright”

“ What drew you away from me?”

“ Azriel I don’t think-“

“I would like to know”

You sighed the weight returning to your chest. “ I-I left because you were in love with Mor. The way you looked at her was the way I wished you’d look at me. I waited for you for years, and you never-it was never going to work. You love her, she is the one you wanted. I wasn’t going to get in the way of that.-” You shrugged lightly. You shook your head at the old memories that were embedded in your mind and heart. “-You told her how you felt and she said no to you didn’t she?” You looked him in the eyes. The bond may have been blocked but you were still able to read him like an open book. You knew him better than he knew himself. Azriel looked away, he came to you for a second chance because his first rejected him. You stopped moving, not bothering to sway with the music any longer.

“ I can explain myself-“ His heart had no more pieces to break, it was already shattered.

“ Unrequited love can be painful, can it not?” You tell him your voice pained.

“ Yes, but I understand now what it feels like-“

“ You think that you do but you don’t Az. Its different when you reject a mate, that bond is sacred. And you threw it away.” You tell him with no cruelty in the words only the truth, the reality. He was expecting you to shout at him, hit him, yell at him, but you did none of those things.

“ Y/N-“ his own voice cracks.

You shake your head “ No, Azriel. I am happy-I-I have a family that cares for me, A husband who loves me, and I love him. You can't ask me to leave them because I won’t”

“I understand…” Azriel’s gaze drops from your eyes to the floor, completely broken and defeated. His own eyes pricked with tears. You wrapped your arms around Azriel’s neck pulling him in for a hug.

“ You deserve to be loved Az. Never forget that.” You whispered to him as you held him. Azriel wrapped his arms around your waist holding onto you tightly. He never wanted to leave your embrace, but it was too late for that. It was something he would keep with him forever. You pulled away sliding from his embrace, your hands slipped past each other one last time. Azriel watched as you made your way back to your husband who smiled once your gaze settled on him. He extended his hand towards you and you took it with no hesitation. You had not looked back once as the two of you left the hall wrapped in each other's arms. Azriel watched you walk right out of his arms into another. You were right, it was a different feeling, more painful than anything he had ever experienced. You were bonded to him but you fell in love with Eris. This was the pain you felt when you had watched him fall for Mor as you were bound to him.

He truly understood the weight of the bond and it’s worth.

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Dio x shy male reader afraid to ask to sit in Dios lap?

Sit - DIO

notes - okay funny story. I've been reading Interview with the Vampire and DIO is literally just Lestat. They are my two gay vampire icons, so thank you for this request anon!! It's a super mini fic, but know that this made me smile and giggle because my blonde vampires are my everything. Also, I didn't specify gender, so you can read it however! word count - 211

"What is it?" You heard DIO's deep voice say from the other side of the room. "I can tell you want to ask me something."

You stiffened, blushing. "It's nothing." you said quietly.

DIO just laughed at you, his deep chuckle echoing in the small room. "Just tell me, I won't bite."

You knew that wasn't true. If anything, that's the first thing he would do.

"Really, DIO, it's nothing."

You looked into the darkness and saw his pale figure sit up on his bed, his long finger signaling for you to come closer.

Like your legs had a mind of their own, you started walking towards him until you got to the edge of the bed where he sat. He grabbed your chin and brought your face down to his level, smiling at you.

"Tell me." he said.

You looked down at his lap and blushed. God, it sounded stupid, you didn't even want to think about asking.

"y/n-" he started.

"Can I sit in your lap?" The words flew out of you, sounding even more stupid then you thought.

DIO laughed for a long while, but quickly stopped, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you down on his lap.

"You never have to ask." he cooed, kissing your ear.

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x gn, male, trans masc and ftm reader

Autistic, depressed, anxious, etc reader (I won’t write about mental health issues/ mental illnesses unless I have it myself or I feel comfortable enough portraying it)

Darker topics like past mentions of abuse, sh, kidnapping, murder, etc all with proper trigger warnings

poly stories and head cannons (unless you tell me you want them to be poly I won’t write them as poly)

Slashers in a Dbd setting if they're actually in the game

Yandere characters (I think I know how to write one)

Iffy (Not common or might not write about depending on the request)

character x character

suicidal reader

Characters hurting reader on purpose

Recovering Ed related things

Heavy angst (More likely to be written with a happy ending)

Age regressing reader (Only if it's sfw)

x fem reader (Won't be very common for now unless it's essential to the fic)

I won’t do

sexual fics or head cannons

Child reader

pregnant reader

parent reader

Pro Ed related anything

Characters

Horror characters

Scream: Billy Loomis, Stu Macher

Black Christmas: Billy Lenz

Halloween: Michael Myers (og or rob zombie), Corey Cunningham

The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Nubbins Sawyer, Chop top Sawyer, Vanita "Stretch" Brock

House of wax: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Behind the mask: Leslie Vernon

House of 1000 corpses: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly

The Lost boys: David, Paul, Marko, Dwayne, Michael, Star

The Black phone: The Grabber/Albert Shaw

Spree: Kurt Kunkle

Friday the 13th: Jason Voorhees, Tommy Jarvis

Child's play: Tiffany Valentine

Re-animator: Herbert West, Dan Cain

Carrie: Carrie White

Saw: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm

Candy man: The Candy man/ Daniel Robitaille

31: Doomhead

Psycho: Norman Bates

My bloody valentine: Harry Warden

American psycho: Patrick Bateman

Hannibal nbc: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Near dark: Severen

Laid to rest: Jesse Cromeans

Martin: Martin Mathias

The Collector: Asa Emory/The Collector

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

The Walking dead

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Dead by Daylight

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Pyramid head

Any slasher listed in the above section that is in dbd

Interview with the vampire 1995

Lestat De Lioncourt

Louis De Pointe Du Lac

Call of Duty

Phillip Graves

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

Misc. Characters

Johnathan Crane/Scarecrow (DC, based off Cillian Murphy portrayal)

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gloxina111 · 2 years

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The Countess Is In Town

-> PAIRING┆The Lost Boys (+ Star and Micheal) x Black! (Kinda) Reader x Eddie Munson

-> CAUTION ┆She/Her Pronouns - Vampires - Gore - Minor Character Death (if you squint) - AFAB Reader - Mind Tricks -

-> INFO ┆ Reader is the daughter of Lestat and Queen Akasha, with habits like the Countess.

-> WORD COUNT ┆1k+

-> NOTE ┆I can redo this as a male reader if you want, also the race of the reader is not specified but well writing this I had a black reading in mind because of them being the daughter of Akasha.

(I'm more than happy to take requests, just nothing weird and or downright gross.)

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES!

@willow41977

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You and the boy's pulse Star had just arrived in Hawkins Indiana, the whole reason for the trip was to get a few things from one of your older houses. With a parasol and lapis lazuli stones in hand, the eight of you were off and out of the bus that took you from the airport to Hawkins. “I'm thankful you guys decided to come with me,” you smiled at the seven vampires behind you that were looking at the sky in awe. “Also, please remind me to thank you mother Micheal,” you started walking in the direction of one of the many houses you had accumulated over the decades. If it weren't for Micheals's mother volunteering to watch the cave the boys wouldn't have come with you, to your dismay.

On your way through the town, you had seen that there was a new mall and so you just had to course the rest into coming along with you to check it out. You didn’t have a mall in Santa Carla so it was a cool treat since it felt like decades since you had been in one. “Come on Laddie, let's go see if there’s a toy store that we can buy an Atari at,” you grabbed Laddie and Marko and ran off leaving the rest to split up and or join you. Paul ended up following the three of you well Micheal and Star ran off leaving David and Dwayne to buddy up.

Once Paul had caught up you three had already walked into a video and toy store that had been selling Atari’s. “What video cards are we getting,” Marko leaned over your shoulder. “I was thinking demon attack or space invaders,” you held up the two. “Laddie what do you think,” you looked down at the boy that held four video cards in hand. “Can we get them all,” he looked up with big dough eyes, the ones that he knew no one could say no to. “Way not,” you smiled down at the young boy.

Well walking through the mall you had once again separated from your group this time with only Marko. The two of you had been looking for one of Heimat-Los albums that you couldn't find anywhere and well in a record store that's where you two met a long-haired metal head named Eddie. “So, what album are you looking for again,” the aforementioned male asked. “Kromozom 4,” Marko replied wrapping his arms around your waist as he saw how Eddie was looking at you. “Awe, the Heimat-Los album right over here,” Eddie walked you in the direction of the store that was labelled ‘Hardcore/Punk’. “And here is Kromozom 4,” Eddie placed the record in your hands. “Thanks,” you locked eyes before Marko chimed in. “Gag Me With A Spoon,” he huffed, just before Eddie walked the two of you to the front of the store to check out. “That’ll be $4.50,” Eddie handed you the vinyl record which you had grabbed before slipping him a small piece of paper with your house number. “Hope to see you around,” you and Marko walked out just before Marko turned around and winked before taking off.

The two of you had met up with the rest at the food court to grab a bite before heading to your original destination.

“Getting lucky now aren’t we now,” Jeff lend over his friend's shoulder after witnessing that whole interaction between the three. “Yeah, by a chick already in a relationship,” Eddie huffed knowing he had no chance of getting with her. “True, but they look like swingers, so you probably can jump her bones if you play your cards right,” Jeff patted his DM on the shoulder before going back to work and saying “She truly was a Betty.”

That night well you and the boy had been fooling around Eddie had been having nightmares well more like wet dreams about the fines chick he had ever seen, wrapped in nothing more than what appeared to be some of the finest black glass and glowing red blood that came from only the purest, Virgenes. Said woman was helped out of the divine blood by a blonde before being indulged in pleasure. The blonde and female looked oddly familiar but he couldn't place his finger on it so he decided not to press it. The fine woman that was once encased in blood looked like she was having nothing more than the best oral known to mankind as several men and a brunette girl came out of nowhere as if they were just lurking in the shadows this whole time.

The five-man that were devouring her looked demonic and animalistic this had farther went turned Eddie on, and oh how he wished it was him between those silky legs making you moan his name.

Well, Eddie was having such dreams you had been getting ravished by each and every one of your lovers including Star, lips parted, leg speed backs arched the whole nine yards.

Once Eddie had awoken the next morning for school all he could think of was that he could have just what could have been the best porno in history.

Yes, Eddie often had weird dreams but noon had crossed boundaries insuch detail, it was almost like he was in the same room as this took place in real-time. Nothing could top dreaming of a hottie getting fucked out of her mind by six absolute monsters in a blood-filled tub.

For the last couple of days after that night, Eddie had been seeing the five guys and the one brunette girl fumbling over you in his dreams and in person, it all had been getting too much for him all he wanted to do was kiss the silk lips of yours. The more you guys notice this the more you made it your mission to be around him and tease him until one night he got the courage to kiss you had soon made him realize that he, in fact, wanted to be a part of this life that was all of you.

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montcumbry-gaytor · 1 year

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If I was your Vampire

Vampire!Eric Draven x Male reader smut

A/N : hello lovely people it is I, the gay man feeding into my own fantasies where only one person ( yes you lestat ) reads my shit 💔

A/N : Reader is a Masochist:p

A/N : Pronouns are He/Him

A/N : FEM ALIGNED DNI

WARNINGS : Blood, Biting, Guns

Rain, you couldn't explain how you loathed it, leaving streets wet, cars already sped through the streets, it was worse when water filled the road, begging to splash passerbys.

So you asked yourself why you of all people didn't think to grab an umbrella as you carried yourself to a convenience store and back.

Dreaded be your existence as your hair stuck to your face, and your clothes sticking to your inconveniently cold figure, shivering from time to time as you muttered curses under your breath.

"There's no point to the rain when there's hardly anything to keep alive here."

You huffed, ducking into a alleyway that protected you from the rain, finding yourself too exhausted to care about how dirty you could get as you plopped onto the ground.

Why did your apartment need to be so far?? Why does this place suddenly choose to rain anytime you're having a good day?? You didn't know.

"Looks like you're down in the dumps."

Your heart hopping to your throat as your eyes shot open and up, a painted face hung upside down from the fire escape of the building.

"It's no different anywhere else."

You sighed, for some reason you couldn't find to care what he was doing, or how he got there in the first place.

"What's got you so upset? Bad day?"

He teased, grinning in a way you could only describe in one way.

'a fucking douche.'

As you glared at him, you found his canines sharper and longer than normal people would have, but you blew it off as nobody here had normal teeth, save for you though.

"I actually had a lovely day, it's the rain that's the issue, I can't stand it."

"Well, it can't rain all the time you know."

Your eyebrows knitted together, obviously looking annoying.

"I know that, douchebag, it's physically impossible."

You sighed, finding your hand propped on your knee as you pushed yourself up and off the ground, finding discomfort in your wet clothes.

"Find yourself someone else to talk to, I need to get home before I get sick."

You huffed, slicking hair out of your face and slipping out of the alleyway, head hanging as you heard feet hit the ground, rushing in your general direction.

'well fuck me.'

You gritted your teeth, of all the days to be followed by some guy that was probably way to high for you to care to deal with.

"That wasn't an invitation to come along."

"Didnt need one."

"You kind of do, it's my house."

"Wanna try and stop me?"

You glanced to your side, trailing upwards and finally making eye contact with the stranger, inconveniently taller than you, though you hoped that wouldn't matter as long as a bullet went through him.

"Guns won't help either, you know."

'So he is a crackhead.'

You walked in silence, finding him keep the silence as he followed you, but at that point, you could not care, getting out of the rain, out of your clothes, and into your bed was all that was on your mind.

Finally, at your home, you basically forgotten the stranger was there, his footsteps being the only reminder.

Unlocking your back door, you huffed as he stood in your doorway.

"Will you go away if I shut the door?"

"I'll go through your window if that's what you want."

"Take your shoes off, I can't have you tracking rain in my house."

You accepted your fate, using the tip of your shoe to peel at the heel of the other, slipping your shoes off and rushing up the stairs.

"Gun."

You said to yourself, whipping it from your nightstand, counting the rounds to yourself before bringing it to your dresser, promptly tugging dry clothes out of your drawers.

Peeling your coat and shirt from your body, you tossed them down with a prompt 'flop' to the ground, a chill running down your spine as cold air hit your chest.

then your pants and boxers, slipping on your fresh clothes, you felt calm, but only for a second, laying your grip back on your gun and turning with it, cocking it as you aimed at the stranger leaning in your doorway.

"Didnt your mom tell you it's rude to enter a room without knocking?"

"She did, but I don't listen."

"I've noticed."

Finger tight on the trigger, he seemed all to calm, must be out of it bad right now, he's not attacking though so this can't be taken as self defense, a warning shot though, for breaking and entering.

"Running through your choices? I bet you're thinking it's for breaking in, but you held the door open for me."

He hummed, striding towards you, hands behind his back slyly.

"What the fuck do you want then?"

"I'm a little hungry."

"there's food in my kitchen, I could not care less."

You sighed, this was getting old, fast.

"You see, that all tastes like garbage, to me-"

"First of all, how dare you, food is fucking delicious, Two, if you don't like my tastes, find a different house?"

"Shut up, What I'm saying is, I don't eat what you eat, I eat.. you."

"If that is an innuendo for asking for sex, just say so."

You said, almost deadpan, you could tell he was irked at how persistent you were to throw him off.

"Either you're stupid or you like making my life hell."

He snarked, getting way to close to you, you felt frozen as he placed the pad of his finger over the tip of the gun, pushing it away from him.

You shuddered as you felt his finger come to press at your Carotid, the cold of his fingers contrasted with the heat of anxiety and frustration building.

"Most people go for right here, it's always so exposed, but others might go for.."

Radial, his fingers snaking around your wrist. "Here, or.."

You felt your face flush as his hand met the inside of your thigh through your clothes, your Femoral. "Here, but not always the easiest to get."

"So what the fuck are you??" You huffed, eyebrows knitting together.

"A vampire, heard of me?"

He hummed, smirking as his eyes pierced into yours, at that point your only option was to shoot, bringing your gun quickly to his gut and firing, watching as he curled into himself.

before you knew it happened, he'd shot back up, good as knew, a hand wrapped around your neck and pinning you to a wall, your head slamming against it with the rest of your body, pain sending waves down, dropping your gun in the process.

"Ah-.. fuck…"

You sighed, the ache of impact dispersing and sending little shocks of pleasure down your body.

"Interesting.."

The stranger hummed, the pad of his thumb stroking your soon to be bruised neck, your face flushed as you kept your eyes closed, too embarrassed to say anything as your arms hung at your sides.

"You make cute noises, for a guy."

He said, head craning down as his hand dropped, hands coming to pin your wrists on either side of your head, black lips ghosting on your irritated skin, fangs grazing your canvas, teasing the idea of painting it red.

All you could do was lay back and squirm, the stranger being unnaturally strong.

"I never did get your name."

You could feel his lashes tickle your skin as he said it, pressing a teasing kiss to the bruise that was forming.

"Do you really need it?"

"I might just keep you alive."

You sighed out your name, eyeing the ceiling as he took his time playing with your neck.

"Eric, nice to meet you, sweetheart."

He hummed out, dragging your arms up, taking your wrists into one hand above your head, his primary hand coming up your shirt to tease your chest.

You heard him give an annoyed huff, his eyes looking up at you, almost weighing his options.

"Put your arms around my neck."

You probably looked dumb there, taking a few seconds to process what he said before complying, clinging to him as he pulled you up, legs wrapping around his waist.

You could feel it, his erection poking you through his pants, you could see his strict face falter at the feeling of you rubbing against him.

Taking to your neck once more, making hickey's all over, pain striking your body as his teeth sunk into your neck, drawing blood from it.

You could only whimper as he lapped up the blood, the bleeding seemingly stopped, leaving two puncture holes for you to discover a later time.

You felt light headed, the mix of pain and pleasure and the fact that blood was just spilling out of you sent different waves to your body.

"You're too cute."

He hummed, watching your bleary eyes meet his, dazed by the whole situation.

Holding onto the underside of your thighs, he carried you to your bed, laying you down as to not make you any light headed than you already were, he didn't want you passing out now.

Placing gentle kisses to your face, smirking as your head slowly cleared, eyebrows knitting from the headache forming.

"Just fuck me already, I can't wait anymore."

You sighed, plopping your head into your mattress, watching as he pulled your pants and boxers down your shirt riding up your chest.

Your breath hitched as he unbuttoned his pants, pulling his cock out of his briefs, hands coming to cage on either side of your waste, his painted lips coming down to peck yours.

"You're so cute.."

He whispered, lining his tip with your hole as he pressed in, it felt like you were being split open, huffing out thin breaths as he slowly bottomed out in you, feeling fuller than you ever could be.

You gasped as he slowly began moving, the pain going straight to your dick, gripping the sheets as he carelessly sped his pace up, tip grazing your prostate with ease, your back arching off of your bed.

"Oh- fu—ck!" You whined, mouth hung open slightly as he made an effort to hit that spot each time, tears spilling out of your eyes, you felt him hold onto your hand, bringing his mouth to your wrist and doing the same as he did your neck, leaving wounds in his wake.

"Shit— I'm gonna cum-!" You gasped, clutching onto him as your head felt cloudy, cum spilling from your tip as he slammed into your prostate, eyes lulling upwards as he thrusted into you mercilessly, not caring to pull out as he finished inside of you.

Letting you catch your breathe, he pulled out, tucking himself back into his briefs, zipping and buttoning his pants, wandering to your bathroom to grab a washcloth, coming back to find you already passed out.

He was very glad he kept you alive.

A/N : Yippee now lestat break up with ur bf /hj

#eric draven #eric draven x male reader #the crow #the crow movie #smut

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