#Lestat x oc

[stvolanis]

Your lover, Lestat, was sickening in every way possible. Sickeningly charming. Sickeningly cunning. Sickeningly handsome. He was the master of manipulation, with his charismatic tendencies aiding him. Lestat, controlling in every sense of the word, seemed to control everything and everyone around him—except for you. And God, did it drive him absolutely mad.

Lestat was so used to getting his way. Torturing peoples bones till they bended to his liking, before meeting their inevitable doom and snapping. Rubble at his feet. He had a way with words, that was no surprise and was well known by those who knew him and lived. He was a greedy, narcissistic man, but you—you were his remedy. The right to his wrongs.

Lestat bowed for no one, yet he’d fall to his knees in your presence if you’d ask. He was an evil man, yes, he knew this to be a fact. But that didn’t matter to him, when little ol’ you peered up at him through those bashful lashes of yours like he was nothing but a saint. How could someone so devastatingly beautiful be the devil himself?

Lestat was madly in love, madly obsessed, and madly captivated all in one. An ambush of tiny angels plucking at the dead strings of his unbeating heart in a chilling melody only you knew the chords to.

Sex was an otherworldly experience. He was your first everything, including your first time. He was gentle, loving, and tender with each thrust he’d give you. Strings of praise slipping past his lips in his native tongue, accent thick and heavy as sweat dripped down his forehead. He was holding himself back, afraid his power would hurt you. He’d laid with mortals, uncaring of their comfort—but even as you were a vampire, he treated you like you would accidentally break at any moment. More fragile than human.

“Our beings as we know them are tied for eternity now, mon cher. I am yours as you are mine.”

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[queerquaintrelle]

Vampride: T.hreesome/Polycule

A violinist becomes hostage of a Lelio and Flaminia on ao3.

[enbylestat]

Anti-hero

Anti-hero

the beginning.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48428218/chapters/122150491

Pairing: multi - but primarily Benjamin Tallmadge/an original character of mine & Lestat de Lioncourt/an original character of mine.

Fandom: multi-fandom crossover & my own original work. TURN: Washington’s Spies x My own original work x Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice x the TTRPG Vampire: The Masquerade.

Rating: E - explicit. standard reminder to read tags and if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

Summary: An exploration in perspectives, heroism, anti-heroism, goodness, evil, love, mortality and what makes one a monster or the very nature of human?

Excerpt: Blue eyes mind you, were he of the fairer sex he’d fall into instantly, eyes that poor down like New York rain. Quite unlike his steely blue of the Auvergne in France. No words come to Lestat’s mouth but they don’t have to. It takes a liar to know a liar. — Lestat de Lioncourt

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41

Playlist.

Archive of our own.

Link of links.

[meerawrites]

I hope @musicboxmemories, @arrthurpendragon, @csdarkfantasy, and @malicious-compliance-esq are proud, mostly cause it’s been.. *insert 84 years meme* here since I uploaded something to not archive of our own, but this is a mini novel at this point, so, might as well.

Vampires/war/existential crisis/smut/hurt + comfort, trauma recovery and romance, what have I done? /hj

[yoursavagebeauty]

Lestat stood in the corner of the party that was in full swing, despite the late hour. He had made his rounds, greeting as many people as he could. Vaguely amused but ultimately bored of their dreary conversation as he had moved himself into a corner, taking a sip of the fine champagne as he watched the meals people around him. His stomach growled softly. He had snacked on the way here but clearly it hadn't been enough. Not that he would engorge himself on anyone here tonight. It was dangerous to dine where one frequented. There would be plenty of opportunities on his way home, assuming he left early enough, long before the sun rose. His lips twitched into a small smile as the meat entertained themselves with their imagined anonymity. The masks they wore hid little, especially since they were all surrounded by people they knew. Lestat had come dressed as requested, a delicate gold and red mask covering his eyes. It made it easier to watch people from behind it. He paused as he felt eyes upon him. The feeling was unsettling until he found the one staring. The birthday girl herself. Arabella. He had never spoken to her but she was quite a pretty little thing. He gave a slight nod in her direction, raising his glass in her direction. If she wanted his attention, she was going to have to come to him. @rpqueen

[jillianfahey]

Interview With A Vampire AU Part 2

It has been a year since Lily first met Lastat and they are both a fixture in the others life now. Lily wasn't really thinking about that now, as Lestat told her that he had a surprise for her after work. So she had hurried home to change her dress.

When Lestat came she was ready a washed face and hands, and was wearing one of the dresses he had bought for her. Instead of the slums she had been living in, she now was in a small apartment in the working class part of town. People still whispered about her and the man who was there every night but she did not let it bother her. Yes, Lestat probably has a far more willing lover and was just making a joke out of society by elevating her. But Lily would make sure to learn as much as possible in order to help the kids she taught and their families.

Lestat's smile was softly fond and he extended his hand for her, "Mon Chere." After the bow and hand kiss he always gave he motioned down the hallway, "Shall we go." She nodded and took his arm, wondering what this night would hold.

*****

Lestat had brought a carriage and took her to the best restaurant in the city before going to one of the best theatres that was doing her favorite play. The two of them had a private box and she watched in wonder as the characters came alive on stage. It seemed that Lestat had an answer to every question she had and Lily was relaxed when Lestat handed her into the carriage.

There was pleasant conversation until the carriage stopped at a park and Lestat got down. Lily looked at him as he extended his hand for her, "Are you ready for your surprise Mon Chere?" Nodding once she put her hand into his and stepped down from the carriage.

It was the same park they had walked through the night the met and had picnics at many times. So she tucked her hand into his elbow and walked with him, "How do you feel about the new year?" He asked her seemingly out of nowhere.

Lily looked up at him, "There are days that if it weren't for the two at the end I would still think it was eighteen ten." Giving his arm a small squeeze, "But if it was, I would not have met you." Lestat's eyes had gotten a look she could not identify, but she knew better than to ask, "Lestat," he focused on her, "I meant that seeing and spending time with you is what I look forward to."

His smile was blinding, "I look forward to our time together as well Mon Chere." Brushing her cheek with his right hand, "You give meaning to my days and fill my dreams at night."

By this time they had reached a clearing that was filled with candle light at there was a picnic set out again. Lily let go of Lestat's arm and moved forward, "What is all of this?"

"Mon Chere," Lily turned to see Lestat framed by the darkness and trees, "you are everything that I want and need filling every part of my mind and soul." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small box, "Lily Johnson du Point, will you marry me?"

Tears filled her eyes but every part of him was sincere about this. Stepping forward to him, "Yes Lestat de Lioncourt, I will marry you."

Lestat's hands shook slightly as he slid the ring onto her finger and stood with her hands held in his, "Mi Amor." Over the picnic they talked about when and where they would marry, with the decision that three months was enough time to prepare for the small ceremony that they wanted. In the light of the candles and stars, Lily kissed her fiance's cheek. Which caused a pleased smile and laugh to break out of him.

[shesgotthesuninhereyes]

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[thevamplelio]

Trick or Treat

This meme. / @rosenundraben / I suppose it is happy holidays at this point, but here you go!

(They need to stop bickering and kiss/f*ck already)

[charmantevamp]

When he wanders 'round Chicago in his shiny Oxford shoes, every other so-called dandy gets a sudden fit of blues. Why there's nothing 'bout my daddy that's just not the very best.

Dandyism.

Development of the word “daddy” in English.

[hiddenqveendom]

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[hellenicdreaming]

I'll Guard you angel/ Lestat De Lioncourt x OC

Note: spoilers for the Vampire Armand beginning

Synopsis: Lestat most devoted Fledgling watches over him as he struggles to go on.

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My cheeks felt warm, fresh from a kill. A man I had been watching for some weeks, a no good, bad man. I walked into the convert to get out of the summer heat and headed straight for where I normally do. Up the stairs to the chapel, a book in hand.

I opened the doors, a creaking noise greeted me and I saw my maker laid out on the chapel floor like he had been for months. My beautiful angel to go through the hardships he went through. I greeted him but, like always, had nothing in response. He didn't talk, didn't eat, didn't move, just laid there silently.

I moved to the back of the chapel, a blanket I had discarded last night was still in its place. I placed it over my legs and sat down, legs bend up and my book placed on them. I opened it, intending to read like mortals do, slow to take in all the words. Not only that, but I wondered how many books I could get through before my angel moved again.

I missed him terribly, but I knew that I wanted to keep him company until that time even if he didn't acknowledge me. I sat there for the remainder of the night, invested in my book, my head looking up every so often at Lestat. My heartbreaking to see him in this state, until the time came when I could sense the sun coming.

I placed my marker back in my book, placed it down with the blanket and moved to cover up access to the sun. Making sure none would get in. Once I had sorted that I moved towards my maker. Sat down in front of him and gently brushed his mad hair away from his eyes. That mad blonde hair that he allowed me to play with when I was newly turned. I bent my head down and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“ See you tomorrow, my angel.” I whispered to him and then set out to go to sleep.

[queerquaintrelle]

Vamptember 2024: free day III: three is company

You and me and the devil makes three on ao3.

@vamptember

[enbylestat]

VCmicrofic May - enbylestat edition

@vcmicroficmay

A Lesser Evil on Necessary Acts

There has never been a pure thought in my mind

Freedom of the savage garden

The Virtue of Performance

[meerawrites]

Lucifer's angel reaches

@ockissweek

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Full collection here.

New Orleans, Louisiana, 1940s. 

Lestat reached out to her, Audrey that was. He didn’t believe he could trust anyone else. Not Antoinette, not Louis, and certainly not Claudia. He was the man of the house, being hunted. The golden mastiff betrayed his own… family. Hunted by his own dogs. Worse than any wolves perhaps, perhaps it was justified to them. Lestat didn’t see it that way. 

Audrey looked up at him, earnest green eyes gazing into what remained of de Lioncourt’s soul. 

“Is there something you want?” Audrey purred trailing a hand over his waistcoat. 

“A kiss,” Lestat responded, lovingly, but his voice momentarily fell flat. Cold. Betrayed. Betrayed. Betrayed. 

“Then that, Lord Wolfkiller, you shall have…” Audrey soothed coquettishly. 

She pressed her pink-painted lips to his and for a moment Lestat felt momentary comfort. Perhaps it was a mistake, to disclose so much to Audrey and Antoinette. But it couldn’t be helped, not now. 

[daintylovers]

moodboard for my iwtv oc

<3 Adeline de Lioncourt

<3 Older sister to Lestat who was sought after by the townsmen. Magnus, in particular, watches over her and notices that she is succumbing to illness. When Adeline collapses in an alley, flush with fevor, Magnus takes her back to his house and turns her. A few years later, Magnus seeks out Lestat, upon Adeline's wishes, and offers him the same fate. Which we all know, he accepts. Except, because Adeline had been turned before Lestat, the man appears more like her older brother instead of younger.

<3 Adeline is forever cursed to live in her brother's shadow. Forever cursed to watch the people she loves, succumb to death.

[jillianfahey]

Interview with a Vampire AU Part 3

The months before the wedding for Lily du Point and Lestat de Lioncourt passed quickly, but everything was ready on the day. If Lily wondered why her fiancee refused to go outside before sundown or believed it to be odd, she showed no sign of it. Because to her it wasn't, it was just part of Lestat.

Their wedding was a small, mostly private affair with tasteful flowers and only their closest friends. But it was beautiful, and the white dress against Lily's lightly tanned skin with tawny brown hair falling in ringlets from the severe bun made her appearance as a bride even more beautiful.

Lestat seemed to be ready to burst with joy and pride as she walked to him with her modest bouquet. With him there she did not feel the absence of father or brother by her side to give her to him. Instead walking alone down the aisle, and giving her bouquet to her little bridesmaid.

After the ceremony there was dinner and dancing at Lestat's home. Lily kept having to remind herself that she also lived here now. The party went until early in the morning, when the last guest finally left. Lestat offered her his arm and led her upstairs to her bedchamber. This was the part she was nervous about, actually sleeping together to consummate their marriage. But he gave her to a maid saying that she should rest after such a long day and night.

It would go on like that for close to a year, never actually sleeping together for it. Parties, public engagements, everything they would go to together until he brought her home and told her to rest because he would be out late. Lestat would not rise and join her until four in the afternoon when he would have tea with her. Then everything would start again.

Lily's favorite times were when they just stayed in and sat together in the library. Lestat would read to her as she sewed or knitted and they would talk about many things. But never why he would not consummate their marriage or the true reason he left France.

It was a few days after their year anniversary party when once again they sat in the library. When the clock struck ten Lestat kissed her hand and told her not to wait up for him before leaving for the nightlife of the town. Lily knew he must have a lover out there but she did not say anything about it, just took herself to bed so she would be rested for the tutors on the next day. That was how Lestat filled her days as a lady, giving her the best tutors possible and having her visit with the lady's kind enough to receive her.

Lily could not remember why she woke that night long before she usually would. It was four in the morning, four hours before the maid would lay out her day dress and she would breakfast in the morning room. But she felt the need to be up, and wanted to talk to Lestat. So she put her candle, put on her slippers and wrapped the robe over her night gown before going downstairs to see if he was home. A draft threatened her small candle so she shielded it with her hand as she walked, and found Lestat's unlit candle on the table where it was left.

There were noises coming down the hall, so Lily went to see what was the matter. She was the lady if the house and it was her duty to keep it running smoothly for her husband. Looking in to the lit doorway she saw that robbers had broken in. So she started slipping quickly and silently back down the hall to ring the bell that would alert the house of the danger. It would have been a good plan if not for the anger that caused the men to argue and sent one of them out into the corridor. Seeing her he called to his companions, "The Frenchies whore is awake."

Lily ran down the hall, away from them. But she could hear them gaining on her as she reached the foot of the stairs. Seeing that the candle there was gone she screamed, "Lestat!"

The men behind her laughed and she could feel hands grabbing at her. But in a moment they were gone. Somehow in the space of a few seconds the three men following her had disappeared. There was a the sounds of struggle down the hall so the grabbed the rapier from the hall, Lestat had been teaching her how to use it, and hurried to the sound.

The scene she saw was out of a nightmare. The stone floor of the cellar was now red with blood, two bodies with their heads ripped off lay adding to it. The third man was struggling to escape the clamp Lestat had on his neck. Her husband was splattered in the blood, and when he dropped the man he was holding and turned to her his face and mouth were covered in it.

"Mi Amor," he stepped towards her and she stepped back. Seeing the fear on her eyes at his appearance, "There is no need for you to fear me Mon Chere." Keeping her attention as he took out a cloth to wipe his face, "This is what I've always been."

Finding her voice, "And what is that?"

With the familiar smile, "I am a vampire." Her quick blink showing she was processing this and another few steps back was the only response he got. Talking a deep breath, "Mi Amor, let me clean this up. Afterwards we will sit in the library and I will explain everything alright." Lily nodded once and went to the library and stirred up the few coals that reminded of the fire to build it up again.

Lily could never tell just how long she waited in that slowly warming room for her husband to come. But when he did he had changed out of the bloodstained clothes into his nightwear and sat in the chair across from her. Looking into her face, "I will start at the beginning." So the story started with the year he was born, touched on his childhood, his time as the wolf killer, how he stated at the theatre in Paris where his maker found him. He told of the time in his makers lair, the old bodies that were so like him, how he was turned instead of killed and begged for his maker to stay with him before witnessing his makers suicide. How he bought the theatre he once worked at with the money his maker left and his interactions with the Paris coven which became a part of his theater. His need to leave, and the journey through the world until he found her. Finally he ended, "I meant it when I told you that you are my light and reason for living."

Looking at the man she still loved, now knowing how dangerous he was she finally spoke, "I need to have some time to process all of this. "

It was clear that it was not the answer he was hoping for but he nodded, "Good night Mon Chere." With that he left the room and the clock struck eight.