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[hemoatelier]

bites them

makes out with it passionately.

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The Lost Boys and Queen of the Damned/The Vampire Lestat crossover prompt! (In my head Lestat is still blond and face claimed by either Tom Cruise or Sam Reid, but if you wanna picture Stuart Townsend, go ahead!) Pls tag me if you’re inspired to write something based off any of the ideas below and I’d love to read it! ❤️🩸

You’re a vampire and the bassist for the rock band Satan’s Night Out with your human band mates Alex, Larry, and Tough Cookie. The band has been struggling for years, but your stage presence helps them gain popularity. As you get a cult following that grows bigger and bigger over time, you rise up from performing in seedy bars and underground clubs and land spots on bigger stages in better venues. When Lestat de Lioncourt is awakened from his decades long slumber after hearing your band rehearsing, he rises from his grave to join as the new lead vocalist. You rename your band as The Vampire Lestat and tour all over the country, playing to crowds of hundreds or thousands of people. You often play at sold out shows and sometimes your band is more anticipated than the main headliner. People really come to see The Vampire Lestat even if you’re just the opening act.

One of your stops is Santa Carla, California - the murder capital of the world! Hell fucking yeah, you and Lestat are so pumped! You just promoted a massive concert in Death Valley, but this is even better! This city really seems to come alive at night and there’s lots of interesting and colorful characters living here. Missing posters are littered everywhere but the police are desensitized to it and won’t lift a finger to investigate. Perfect, easy pickings for you and Lestat. You and Lestat receive several threats from other vampires warning you not to play in Santa Carla, but you dismiss them and have the concert anyway. While you’re performing on the boardwalk, the Lost Boys are completely entranced by the frenetic energy of your music as they watch you play and hear Lestat’s singing voice. You and Lestat can sense there’s vampires nearby, possibly even among the large crowd of fans. You and Lestat attempt to drive back to your hideout afterwards, but several vampires attack you and your car gets lit on fire. David and his Lost Boys swoop in and come to your rescue, fighting off the rival vampires. They urge you and Lestat to hop on their bikes and together you make your escape.

You’re both invited to hang out with them in their cave - It’s like a giant coffin and they live here. It’s full of tons of cool stuff; posters, a fountain, etc. It’s a totally sick setup! You drink, smoke, listen to music, and just fuck around together all night. It’s like a big vampire party. Both you and Lestat are sexy as fuck and would fit right in with them. They would love to have more members join their group since Michael Emerson and Star didn’t work out. It’s a long story. You’re invited to sleepover in their cave/coffin. Hell, you and Lestat could live here permanently if you wanted. There’s plenty of room since Star and Michael are gone, so you and Lestat can take their old “rooms” in the cave and make them your own. Really they’re more like spacious alcoves separated by curtains but you and Lestat have had far worse sleeping quarters so this is a welcomed improvement.

You also join the boys on hunts. Damn, they look so hot when their eyes turn yellow while they feed. Their hair gets messy from the wind, and their faces and clothing get covered in blood. Their fangs are bigger and shaped differently from yours and Lestat’s. You almost want to touch them. You and Lestat lick your lips when the boys ask if either of you are hungry and want a bite. You and Lestat accidentally bite your lips so hard that they bleed. Damn fangs. You try to cover it up and play it cool by sharing a passionate kiss. You and Lestat may have had an ongoing fling and fooled around with each other, but now you’d both like to take a bite out of David and his friends— Wait, what? Fuck, are you both lusting after these vampires? Fuck, are these vampires your mates? You may have to cancel the rest of the tour and stay in Santa Carla longer than you originally planned. This newfound sexual attraction has made things much more interesting, especially if it’s mutual and the boys reciprocate. Lestat may be experiencing ✨Bi Panic✨ and you’re in a similar bind.

[daddycassie]

Fight or Flight Chapter 8 🩸🥼💉

Pairing: Lucy Gray Baird x Fem!Reader - 919 words

Warning(s): Vague descriptions of injuries, syringes, forced drugging, general pain🎀✨

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When she woke up nothing felt quite right. The world spun hazily in the brunette’s vision. Where was she? Lucy Gray feels around the crumpled, scratchy sheets.

Not spare clothes, but paper, the smell of the forest now replaced by the scent of chemicals. Y/n. Y/n was gone. Lucy Gray tries to sit up, but finds that she can’t move.

Suddenly, it all comes back to her. The peacekeepers, the attack, the bullet, the pain. Lucy Gray cries out, her voice is weak and raspy, not nearly loud enough to garner any attention. The sound of her own voice helps her realize how dry and scratchy her throat is. It’s painful, but there’s hardly anything she can do about it.

Lucy Gray’s deep brown gaze skirts over the room. It’s dark, but not pitch black, so she can observe the environment around her. She’s in a stiff bed with paper curtains around each side, leaving only her view forward. They’re mint, a nice color. A small device beside the bed beeps in time with her heart.

With panic she realizes that these are the types of medical technology only the Capitol have access to. Now Lucy Gray desperately needs to know where she is. The girl turns her head with a wince and great effort. There’s a door on the other side of the room just within her line of vision, it appears to lead to another room which she can see through a large window in front of her.

She shivers at the idea of someone observing her while she’s unconscious and defenseless. Someone like Gaul. Testing on her and taking notes as though she’s just another mutt. Lucy Gray feels bile rise in the back of her painfully sore throat but quickly forces it back down, throwing up all over herself wouldn’t solve anything. Her wind drifts back to Y/n.

Where is she? Lucy Gray didn’t see a single hint of the other girl’s presence in the room, not that she could see much at all. Washington she shot down and murdered by the peacekeepers? No, no, she remembers. Y/n carried Lucy Gray on her back through the woods after violently fighting off the soldiers.

The brunette’s eyes brighten. She wasn’t in danger at all! They’d made it. All the way to district 13  and the rumors were all true, Barb Azure was right, people still lived here! The beeping of the device quickens as her heart flutters giddily with relief.

Tears of joy blur her vision and she lets them fall. They did it, the escaped 12, escaped the Capitol, escaped the Hunger Games. Lucy Gray hadnt lead her love to certain doom, no, she’d  lead the love of her life to freedom. Before she could really celebrate the room lights up, so bright that it hurts her eyes and she’s forced to squint.

Someone enters the room, a stranger, she doesn’t recognize him at all. He seems to be a medic of some sort, with a white coat and a matching mask. All she can see of him is blonde hair and dark eyes. The man stares at her, gaze hardening when he sees her fully up and conscious.

“Who-“ Lucy Gray tries to speak but it hurts too much for that. She really needed water. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The man says to her sternly, almost mocking. She squirms a bit in an attempt to show her discomfort without words.

The way he smiles smugly gives her chills. The blonde grabs a syringe. “Calm down Lucy.” He begins, “this won’t hurt a bit.” Where did he learn her name from? Lucy Gray feels the blood draining from her face. “What…?” She forces the single word out.

The man unbandages her wound and she breathes in sharply upon seeing it for the first time. It’s deep but there’s no bleeding and she can see where the bullet was taken out from. He places a hand on her hip and pricks the syringe into her wound deeply. Lucy Gray cries out, quiet and raspy.

“Shh… just taking some blood.” The blonde whispers to her. Lucy Gray whimpers in response. “I guess we should give you water soon.” The man ponders as he takes blood from the wound on her belly. The loss of it makes her feel sickeningly dizzy.

“You’ll survive a bit longer, won’t you? It’s a bit late and I’m tired.”  Lucy Gray’s eyes drift over to the sink nearby. The man takes notice but makes no move towards it, he simply removes the syringe again and looks over the contents of it. Lucy Gray can’t help whimpering again.

“Oh? Have your pain meds worn off? Poor thing. Must be time for another dose.” He grabs a different syringe and not-so-gently inserts it into her arm. Lucy Gray wants to squirm and thrash — this man isn’t trustworthy, she doesn’t want him putting anything into her! All she manages is a weak wiggle of her arm.

The man pushes down on the syringe and Lucy Gray squirms again. “Stop.” He hisses, taking a grip on her hair to urge her to obey. She lets her body go limp. Lucy Gray’s head spins again as the drugs enter her system.

Lucy Gray groans hoarsely and she falls back under sleep’s spell. The man pulls the syringe back out and she lets out a tiny groan. Her eyes close slowly. Lucy Gray’s last thought is of Y/n, was she going through worse?

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Note: Took wayyy too long - I’m so sorry, this was meant to come out last week, but I’m going through exams so bear with my babies 🫶

@torturedcoveydepartment consider this a birthday gift until I can send you yours <3

@losingmymindrn I do not apologize

@noooooooop-e I really hope you’re doing okay rn 🫶 get better soon!!!!

[itsthatpearl]

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Hannibal x OG Character

His Amuse-Bouche

Chapter 3: Sugar

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Beth wakes up to another horrendous nightmare...

Word count: 1.1k

Thank u babe for reading this on our 4th year anniversary LMAO <3

TW: THIS IS A HORROR FANFIC. MAJOR DEAD DOVE. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ARE LISTED IN EACH CHAPTER, BUT THEY CAN SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY THE HORROR AS BEST AS YOU CAN, GO STRAIGHT TO THE STORY.

SPESIFIC TRIGGERS: Mental health issues (depression, ptsd, anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks and dissociating), unethical relationships, horror, gore, cannibalism, vore, rough language, violence, forced surgeries, forced amputation, alcohol, needles, light emetophobia.

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“I hit your mother once. I was taking you back to her and at the door she told me she’d never let us see each other again. So I slapped her right across her face!” he chuckles. I look at him scared to say anything. “Do you believe me? That I hit your mother?” he continues. I nod slowly. “Good. She has always tried to keep me away from you. But you know I love you, right? I love you so much, Beth” he says and takes a big long gulps from the wine bottle.

The sun shone into the bedroom through a little slit between the curtains. I opened my eyes slowly, already feeling sick and tired. The bedroom looked peaceful and the air smelled like food, which might easily be just what his house always smelled like. My mouth started to water from the pure thought of eating something. I sat up feeling incredibly dizzy. I tried to gather my thoughts for a moment. I was at my psychiatrist's home, sleeping in what I think was his guest bedroom. He drugged me. Then he made me dinner and then…and then…

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to remember anything from last night. Then the door opened and Dr. Lecter walked in. He was wearing a cream colored suit with light blue tie. “Good morning Beth, you slept well” he said. This was not meant as a question. He knew I had slept well. “Yes, Dr. Lecter. I did” I nod as he walks closer to the bed with what looked like a gauze bandage. I looked at him confused as he smiled back and sat on the bed. “Let’s see how you are healing, shall we?” he purred. I looked at him confused as he slowly pulled my blanket off. I was wearing a dark red satin nightgown that definitely wasn’t mine, but fitted me perfectly. As the blanket revealed beyond my torso, I noticed my other leg was wrapped in bandages. I gasped and grabbed the blanket, throwing it away.

“I WILL NEVER COME HERE AGAIN! I DO NOT LOVE YOU!” I scream as loud as I can at his back. He turns around and slaps me across my face. “You will NEVER talk to me like that again” he spits on my face. I hold my cheek as the tears start to run down it. I grab my phone and run outside. I dial the number as fast as I can. I feel my breathing quickening and panic rising up my whole body. “Darling? Is everything okay?” the voice asks as I sob, unable to talk. “M-mom. P-please I need t-to get out of here”.

My left leg was just a stump.

I started to scream as loud as I could. Doctor Lecter took my hand and slowly placed his other hand on my chin, slowly forcing me to look at him. I stopped screaming and just stared at him in shock, crying. “You will need time. Remember our deal?” he said calmly. Why was he always so god damn calm? He let go of my face and I looked back at my leg. This was just a bad dream, Beth. It is not real. He wouldn’t do this. 

“Who are you?” I looked back at him. He looked at me amused like I had told a joke and smiled “I am Dr. Hannibal Lecter, your psychiatrist”. I shook my head. “No. Who are you? I think I deserve to know that” I said, raising my voice. Doctor Lecter started to open the bandage on my leg with soft movements and didn’t even bother to look at me in the eyes. “I am Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Some may know me as the Chesapeake Ripper, but I want you to know me as Hannibal” he took the bandage off checking the amputation he had performed on me. I shook my head. “This can’t be happening” I breahed and looked at the stump as I slowly reached to touch it feeling sick. He watched me closely, smiling. I felt the fresh stitches where I used to have a knee. I started quietly crying and buried my face behind my hands. “You are doing so well, Beth,” he whispered. Softly he wrapped my left leg and placed a kiss on top of my head.

He runs outside and grabs my phone from my hands. I start to cry louder, panicking as he starts to yell at the phone: “THIS IS YOUR FAULT, YOU HAVE RAISED HER TO HATE ME! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS YOU BITCH!!! I WILL MAKE SURE SHE GETS OUT OF MY SIGHT IF THIS LUNACY DOESN’T END QUICK”. He throws the phone at me and storms inside. I can hear things being thrown across the house as I raise the phone to my ear slowly. “M-mom…mom? Are you still there?” I ask quietly. After a short silence a stone cold voice answers: “Beth. You need to calm down and stop acting like that for your own safety”.

I calm down and look at Dr. Lecter. He looks at me smiling slightly and points at a wheelchair next to my bed. “Would you like to have dinner with me?” he hummed. I looked at my left leg silent. Then I looked at him and nodded, smiling and finally answering: “I am starving”. He took me to the dining room. The table was once again made beautifully. He placed me on my seat and sat across the table on his seat. I couldn’t get away even though I tried. It would just be impossible. Now Beth, you need to stay calm and act your best for your own safety.

“Today we have fresh Osso Bucco cooked with herbs, carrot and celery, paired with an organic barolo from Italy. Enjoy.” he announced and started eating. I took a bite and looked at him confused. The meat looked and felt like veal but tasted…like pork. He feasted unbothered as I placed the utensils down. “This is me, isn’t it?” I said trying my best to stay calm even though I could feel the adrenaline rush into my bloodstream. All my calmness left my body. He ate quietly and took a long sip from his wine glass. “ANSWER ME!!” I screamed trying to get up but ended up falling on the floor. I cried slamming my fist onto the floor. Doctor Lecter finished his meal and took a deep breath. Then he stood up, walked up to me slowly. He crouched down and moved hair from my face behind my ear. “You taste exquisite, Beth,” he smiled.

[hemoatelier]

bites them

"h-hey?!" yuuki jumps, poking it's forehead, forcing it away from the reddening patch of skin on their neck. they pinch it's cheeks. "your teeth hurt!"

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