#interview with the vampire masterlist

[blackfyrerebels]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ masterlist directory *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

As I keep reblogging, more links will be added.

Private masterlist | My writing

Classic Rock RPF

Dead Poets Society

Harry Potter

House of the Dragon

Interview with the Vampire

Miscellaneous

The Secret History

Timothée Chalamet

Tolkein coming soon...

The Twilight Saga

[free-for-all-fics]

Interview with the Vampire Masterlist

Interview with the Vampire Prompts

Queen of the Damned/The Vampire Lestat and The Lost Boys Crossover Prompt

Queen of the Damned/The Vampire Lestat and Near Dark Crossover Prompt

Rockstar Lestat Prompt Part 1

Rockstar Lestat Prompt Part 2

Rockstar Lestat Prompt Part 3

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beautiful deception

moving to paris, the last thing you expected was to come across the ancient vampire.

beautiful deception, untold truth

remembering the truth sometimes hurts, but perhaps love will prevail

bring me back to life

when he discovers something new, rejuvenating him from anything that has happened, and now he has to have her

teacher’s pet

hunting with armand as his new lovely fledgling and companion.

to be loved

idolized and worshipped by your coven members, alive but not living, things quickly change for you when you move to paris, and meet your soulmate.

ride the dragon

during the anticipated interview, daniel didn’t expect louis to have such an alluring companion

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anything for you ii

all he wants is for you to be his perfect companion, yet you keep chasing the fleeting things of life.

as you are | bi!reader

cuddling together, the two of you share your experiences with past lovers.

come to me

lestat is willing to do anything to get his companion back, even if it means revealing his identity to the entire world.

diva

lestat is a handful to tour with but he's also incredibly handsome and charismatic.

fallen

princess of demacia, a marine kingdom is temporarily banished. she refuses to conform to the standard, being a heartless killer. wandering the water, she finds herself in new orleans, where she meets a vampire.

fangirl

meeting the vampire rockstar goes surprisingly well.

love me | bi!reader

as your companionship seems to be failing, you retreat, seeking comfort from a woman who looks awfully similar.

masquerade

even with your horrific background, he fell deeply for your heart.

pretty when you cry | bi!reader

when you are hunting, focused on your prey, you don't even realize how beautiful you look to lestat.

spider and the fly

when lestat uses louis as bait to lure and trap his actual prey.

sweet rapture | bi!reader

lestat is a firm believer that as a vampire, your very existence is about pleasure, but for the first time, he meets someone who shares this belief, even beyond his standards.

the miseducation of vampire lestat | series

The story of a forbidden love, when the young upcoming singer gets herself tangled in the dark world of the rockstar, Lestat. He is too captivating to leave, despite everyone’s efforts to keep the relationship from happening. However, the longer you are close to the brat prince, allowing him to consume your thoughts, the more you realize none of them — not a single one of them, actually knew anything genuine about him.

the night is ours

being awakened, naturally you go to your old love, only to find that he is now a rockstar, perhaps now you can have the happily ever after you both once wanted.

thicker than water

you should have known better than to entertain someone who would bring up the idea of leaving your husband and daughter.

trick or treat

sneaking into the supposedly empty townhouse, you are met by a surprise

tu es mon autre

he never thought he would meet someone who brought back such familiar feelings.

your best nightmare

being away from your companion, as both of you take on stardom, can be frustrating, but it is very rewarding to see your maker for the first time in months.

if only for one night

initially finding out about the de pointe du lac’s interest, you wanted to steer clear of him, until you accidentally ran into him and changed your entire perception

all i ask of you | loustat x reader

when lestat takes matters into his own hands, leaving louis to sit in his regret of not complying with your wishes.

back in my arms | loustat x reader

time traveling accidentally and you're able to relive bittersweet memories.

forever young | loustat x reader

you meet someone who reminds you of your maker, and naturally gravitate to them, but your family isn't as welcoming to the idea of the man.

for the love of a daughter | loustat x reader

out of fear, lestat does the unimaginable and has to try his hardest to win his family's trust back, but it may be too late

god complex | loustat x reader

you want out, realizing your little family isn't as perfect as you thought, but they would never let you slip away so easily.

l’amour de ma vie | loustat x reader

while you love your companions, it is no secret that they oftentimes exclude you, and it isn't until you leave that they go into panic mode.

trust | loumand x reader

born for stardom, but destined for chaos, the last thing you ever expected was for two old vampires to become your companions.

[danielmolloystits]

i am SheOfBadIdeas and this is my IWTV fic masterlist <3

accidentally deleted this post and had to remake it. f's in chat for me.

anyway hello!! i am molly. i primarily write devil's minion (armand/daniel) fic, but there are a couple of other pairings thrown in here for good measure. click through to see what i've been up to!

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Series & Chaptered Fics

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rewind & play it back - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~21.6k, Rating: E). Series, ongoing, 2/3 works. Post-Season 2. Devil's Minion Era happened.

Part One: reprise. - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~13.7k, Rating: E). Completed, 4/4 chapters. Armand POV. A take on the events leading to Daniel's turning, including a walk down memory lane. You might enjoy this fic if you like poetic prose mixed with depraved smut. Comes with art by @ladyofthecreeddraws <3 But when he met Daniel, he had already shattered into the pieces of himself that are loud, insincere, cruel. The pieces that are not worth loving, some part of his mind whispers, in a voice that could belong to Louis or to Lestat or to any number of others whom he has tried to fit inside of himself and keep, an endeavor which has only ever ended in the same blistering disappointment. And now—as he is sitting in the wreckage of another failed attempt at shaping himself into a home, covered in plaster dust from an outburst of rage only a fraction as bright as that which he deserved—now all there is left in front of him is Daniel.

Part Two: redux. - (Armand/Daniel, Daniel/Lestat, Louis/Lestat, WC: ~8k, Rating: E). Ongoing, 4/? chapters. Vampire Old Maniel. Daniel POV. The immediate aftermath of Daniel's turning and Armand's absconding. You might like enjoy fic if you like poetic prose mixed with humor and angst. Also with art by @ladyofthecreeddraws <3 Armand feeds him from the wrist and Daniel is unmade, pulled like the end of a slipknot until he once more is a thing unformed. A blank slate, tabula rasa, wiped clean. A sand castle at high tide. A snake eating its own tail. Everything eats itself in the end, comes back to where it started, and Daniel is no different. His blood is Armand’s blood is his blood, and when he gulps down mouthful after mouthful, Armand’s hand feverishly massaging his throat to aid the weak, dying muscles in forcing it down, it is himself he is drinking from.

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as soft as leather, as plush as lace - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~9.2k, Rating: E). Completed, 3/3 fics. Devil's Minion Era (1970s-1980s).

Part One: thin like lace & twice as tight - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~3.6k, Rating: E). Completed, 1/1 chapters. Daniel POV. Pure smut. Daniel in lingerie and a heaping helping of blood play thrown in for good measure. Made in collaboration with the brilliant, brilliant art of @ladyofthecreeddraws He’s trying not to think about it. He doesn’t want to spoil the reveal prematurely, after all. But it’s hard not to, with the satiny spandex ribbon that’s currently nestled between his ass cheeks insistent on riding up to give him a constant wedgie. “Is there a reason you’re singing ‘Femme Fatale’ so loudly in your head right now?” Armand asks from across the dinner table, a bemused grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Is our conversation boring you that terribly?”

Part Two: soon, i'll be your dog - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~2.9k, Rating: E). Completed, 1/1 chapters. Armand POV. Smut. Lingerie and collaring and leashing. More art by @ladyofthecreeddraws, who continues to own my entire soul. Honestly I'm not sure what else you might want tbh. AND WOULD U GUESS WHAT. MORE ART BY @ladyofthecreeddraws. BE WELL-FED. Armand looks down at him. At his flustered, pretty face, at his slightly parted lips. He wants to put the tip of his thumb in Daniel’s mouth, so he does, Daniel immediately opening up wider to allow the digit to slide over his tongue. So good, Armand thinks, his eyes darkening as he watches Daniel hollow his cheeks and suck. So perfect, and so very mine.

Part Three: blood, sweat, tears - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~2.7k, Ratin: E). Complete, 1/1 chapters. Armand POV. Armand gives Daniel the blood amulet. There was nothing under Armand’s ribs, before. This one doesn't have any art by @ladyofthecreeddraws I AM JUST KIDDING OF COURSE IT DOES AND IT'S INSANE. His heart, his lungs, the muscle and vital tissue that normally make up a body were, in him, composed of negative space. Formed of absence and defined by lack.And then Daniel. Daniel, like a gas filling up his insides. Daniel, like the first kiss of sunshine after centuries without. Daniel, who turns all he touches into something precious and who is overwhelmed by a desperate need to touch.

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Such Unfortunates - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~43.5k, Rating: E). In progress, 5/12 chapters. Human Rehab AU with @shineforthee

Angst! Hurt/Comfort! Holistic approaches to recovery! The human AU set in rehab in Vancourver in the early 2000's you didn't know you needed but which you 100% do. AND FOR YOU, AS A TREAT, ART BY @ladyofthecreeddraws

There’s an ice pick scraping at the inside of Daniel’s skull. The lights are too bright even from behind closed eyelids, beating down on him hot and cruel until sweat pools in every cavity of his body—which is a lot of places, he thinks, because it feels as though he’s made of holes right now. His heartbeat pounds in his abdomen like a SWAT team with a battering ram and his skin sits so tight over the meat of him that he wishes he could tear it off.

He’s had better days, to put it mildly.

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the orpheus and eurydice of recollection - (Armand/Daniel, WC: 12k, Rating: E). Completed, 66/66 chapters. Post-Season 2.

Don't look back, don't look back, don't look back.

A Devil's Minion "Choose Your Own Adventure" fic with multiple paths and endings.

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i'll keep your pillow warm- (Armand/Daniel, Armand/Louis, WC: ~37k, Rating: E). Completed, 11/11 chapters. Dubai Era. Daniel POV. A canon rewrite, starting when Armand is pretending to be Rashid and continuing therefrom, wherein Armand and Daniel are committing boatloads of infidelity. You might enjoy this fic if you enjoy the idea of Old Maniel being free use and giving Armand a truly absurd number of blowjobs, and also all the drama of cheating. AND WITH TWO (2!!!!!) PIECES OF SPECTACULAR ART BY, YOU GUESSED IT, @ladyofthecreeddraws When Armand was performing earlier, starring in the most insufferable one man show the journalist has ever borne witness to, he had seemed akin to a stranger—utterly foreign, so incredibly different from the boy Daniel had begun to care for. But as he is right now, unraveling on Daniel’s tongue, the vampire is almost nostalgic to him. Like sinking into the warmth of his childhood blanket.

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break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored - (Daniel/Lestat, Armand/Daniel, WC: ~3.2k, Rating: E). Completed, 2/2 chapters. Post-Season 2. Vampire Old Maniel. Daniel POV. Daniel fucks Lestat to make Armand jealous. It works. You might enjoy this fic if you like humor and smut and obvious ploys to piss of 500-year-old vampires (that work).

“No.” Lestat grabs one of Daniel’s hands in both of his own, making such intense eye contact with the journalist that it starts to grow uncomfortable. “You deserve better. You must understand this.”

“Okay,” Daniel agrees, shifting a little in his seat. Anything to move past this point in the interaction. “I deserve better.”

“Good,” Lestat says, nodding resolutely to himself. “This is why you should let me fuck you.”

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playing with this bow & arrow - (Daniel/Louis, Daniel/Armand, Louis/Armand, WC: ~2.4k, Rating: E). Ongoing, 1/4 chapters. 1973 Canon Divergence.

Louis POV. Louis realizes over the course of the 1973 interview that Daniel is a virgin. He decides to rectify that. Pretty much pure smut.

“What are you doing?” Louis asks as the kid—Daniel—takes off his shirt, half-entertained by the forwardness and half-bored of the same. Most of the boys on this side of San Francisco are just as quick to undress, Louis has found. They waste little time on the pleasantries once it’s clear there’s a modicum of returned interest.

But for as excited as Daniel clearly is, he seems equally as nervous. Eyes darting around like fireflies in June, lit up and wanting. The beat of his heart like pacing footsteps. Louis can smell the anxious sweat dampening his skin, can sense the uncertainty playing loud in his crowded thoughts.

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the you that you're becoming - (Daniel/Armand, background Louis/Armand, WC: ~3.3k, Rating: E). Ongoing, 2/? chapters. Devil's Minion Era long-fic.

Mixed POV. My take on what DM era might've looked like in showverse.

It is only a matter of time before Armand is swallowing a sharp pull of the boy’s frayed-wire blood, hot and electric and sizzling as though alive with pulsing current. His tongue coated with it—with rich, sugary ozone. With a syrupy lightning strike.

The first mouthful has only just slithered down his throat and into his gut when Louis emerges from the bedroom and orders Armand to release him. Reminds Armand that he is the whipping boy, the bitten hand. The nothing, always.

So Armand does. He releases the boy. He wipes the memory of his hands from the boy’s skin, leaves his mind clean of all fingerprints. He drops him in a drug den, because that is what he has been told to do.

But he is the whip, too, no matter what Louis might think. Is the teeth. Is something. So he leaves Louis to languish in his exquisite pain and he breaks a promise he never quite made.

He follows the boy.

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there are moments here, only yours and mine - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~2.2k, Rating: T). Post-Season 2 canon divergence (Daniel is not a vampire, Armand moves in with him).

Daniel POV. Armand is a troublesome roommate.

Armand is still looking at him, but at the same time he isn’t, staring straight through to the back of Daniel’s skull like his brain is safer than whatever the vampire might find in his eyes. Finally, he says, “I don’t have anywhere to stay.”

It’s a lie and they both know it. Armand is richer than God; he could find a place easy, if he wanted. But Daniel’s been here before, at the bottom of everything, scraping promises off the floor like chewed up gum and shoving them back in his mouth as though they’re worth anything. Besides, he reasons, it maybe is a little bit his fault that the vampire looks as pathetic as he does right now.

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One-Shots!

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in the graveyard that is his body - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~1.6k, Rating: M). Completed, 1/1 chapters. Post-Season 2. Vampire Old Maniel. Armand POV. Armand dissociates. Daniel grounds him. You might enjoy this fic if you like poetic prose and hurt/comfort. Made in collaboration with @ladyofthecreeddraws, which is to say, there's truly incredible art attached to this fic.

“What do you need, baby?” Daniel asks, his voice delicate as a soap bubble. Armand can just barely feel the puff of air on his neck as he speaks. He can feel, too, where Daniel’s hand rubs at his arm lightly, where his caress brings goosebumps to the surface. The parts of him that Daniel touches light up like a switchboard, like isolated stars in a constellation that hasn’t been drawn yet. Each point of contact something sharp and alive in the graveyard that is his body.

“Touch me,” Armand begs, turning his face into Daniel’s chest. Listening to the soft thud of his heartbeat, the same heartbeat that flutters beneath Armand’s rib cage. Their heart, their heart, their heart. “Everywhere, please.” ☠ ⛦˙♱⋆☠⋆♱˙⛧☠ ⛦˙♱⋆☠⋆♱˙⛧☠ ⛦˙♱⋆☠⋆♱˙⛧☠ ⛦˙♱⋆☠⋆♱˙⛧☠ ⋆♱˙⛧ looks just like an angel - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~5.6k, Rating: E). Devil's Minion Era (1970s). Priest!Armand. Smut. Dubious Consent. Daniel POV. Armand pretends to be the priest running Daniel's NA, and then they have sex about it. You might enjoy this fic if you like Armand's gaslighting mindfuckery and him abusing a position of power over Daniel. Also religious imagery.

“The next step is coming to believe in a power greater than yourself.” The priest’s hands are clasped together, his thumbs twiddling idly as he speaks, “One that is capable of delivering you from your illness.”

“So, what,” Daniel deadpans. “I’ve gotta convert to Catholicism?”

“If you’re so inclined,” Father Armand responds wryly, as if he’s privy to some great secret that eludes the poor, ailing addict. Daniel wonders in that moment how old the other man is. He can’t have too many years on Daniel, surely, but he seems so much older that it’s almost a little unnerving. “However, it could be anything, really; your love for your family, your will to live. It could even be me, if you wanted.”

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i think of lighting fireworks, i think of pirouettes - (Armand/Daniel, WC: 2.3k, Rating: M). Completed, 1/1 chapters. Devil's Minion Era.

Armand POV. First kiss fic.

Armand did not mean for this to happen, obviously. Daniel was supposed to be nothing more than a landfill, a place for him to store all the ugly parts of himself so he could return to Louis pure and empty. He was supposed to be a curiosity and a diversion and a pastime. He was supposed to be a hunt. Armand hadn’t been prepared for this—for Daniel to become a chemical reaction in his body. Because that is what the boy is, now. He is a process, a transformation. Something volatile, if not outright violent.

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call that a dinner date - (Armand/Daniel/Original Female Character, WC: ~2.5k, Rating: E). Completed, 1/1 chapters. Post-Season 2. Established relationship.

Daniel POV. Daniel gets dinner for him and Armand. Threesome and murder ensues.

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styptic. - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~2.2k, Rating: E). Completed (for now), 1/1 chapters. 1973 Human Pet Era.

Armand POV. Giving poor pathetic Daniel a bath, but in a deranged horny waterboarding way. Mind the tags on this one.

By the third day, the stench of Daniel’s fear had mellowed to an acrid base note. Muted underneath the more pervasive scents of iron and urine, though his sweat bloomed thick with it anew each time he awoke from his coerced slumber. His curls lay flat and matted against his scalp from his time spent with skull pressed to floor. Slicked with the accumulation of bodily secretions and shiny like an oil spill.

It would be cruel, Armand thought, to force him to marinate in his own filth any longer. Inhospitable.

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and now my feet can't touch the bottom of you - (Claudia/Madeleine, WC: ~1.9k, Rating: M). Completed, 1/1 chapters.

Claudia POV. Read the tags.

Maybe they escape. Maybe this time, they escape.

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to pull sound from a still heart - (Armand/Daniel, WC: 1.6k, Rating: M). Completed, 1/1 chapters. Post-Season 2. Established Relationship. Armand POV. He's having a bit of an identity crisis and Daniel praise kinks him through it. You might enjoy this if you like tooth-rottingly sweet fluff that is also smutty.

Armand’s voice cracks. “Then how can I know myself?” There’s another question lying underneath it, one he can’t bring himself to voice—how can I know if I am worth anything? Daniel seems to hear it anyway.

“Well,” he starts, before placing a soft peck on Armand’s clavicle. “I’d say I know you pretty well. And aside from the fact that you never help with laundry, I think the whole package is kind of great.”

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a season in reverse - (Louis/Armand, WC: 1.5k, Rating: T). Completed, 1/1 chapters. Post-1973 suicide attempt.

Armand POV. Nursing Louis back to health. Very sad.

It isn’t supposed to snow in San Francisco. When it does, it never sticks. At least, not in the heart of the city. Here, it becomes nothing on impact, hits the ground and dissolves as quickly as it falls.

But today, there is a blanket of white covering the streets. It is early in the morning, only barely approaching twilight, and the disturbances in its surface are few and far between—the landscape still largely pristine. Peaceful, almost virginal. Soon to be reduced to a gray-tinged slush, surely. A twice-in-a-century phenomenon unmade by footsteps and tire tracks.

There are two great tragedies in this world, Armand thinks. To spend a lifetime waiting for a beauty that never materializes. To spend a lifetime waiting for a beauty, only for it to be stolen in an instant.

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the best policy - (Armand/Daniel, WC: 1.5k, Rating: E). Completed, 1/1 chapters. Devil's Minion Era. Established Relationship.

Daniel asks Armand to be more honest. Armand complies in brutal fashion.

“You keep missing the prostate,” Armand comments flatly. He’s practically as still as a statue, moving only from the force of Daniel’s steady, measured thrusts. “With stunning consistency.”

And, Christ, Daniel’s had about as much as he can take of the color commentary. Before he can think better of it, he grunts a harsh, “Shut up.”

“Would you rather I lie to you, Daniel?” Armand asks sweetly, looking back at him over his shoulder. “I can do that if you’d like.”

Daniel isn’t stupid enough not to realize that’s a trap.

“So there is a floor, then.” His voice is still perfectly even as he plucks the thought from Daniel’s mind. “I was beginning to grow concerned.”

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every minute of my heart, every mile of my veins - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~1.3k, Rating: E). Completed, 1/1 chapters. Post-Season 2. Vampire Daniel.

Literally a fic where vampire Daniel cuts open Armand's chest and does sex things to his heart. Inspired by @katplanet. Idk what to say except that you know if you're the type of freak who'll enjoy this.

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make a bow with old, cut ties - (Armand/Daniel/Louis, WC: ~3.2k, Rating: E). Completed, 1/1 chapters. Devil Minion Era. Established Relationship. Infidelity/Polyamory Negotiations.

Armand reintroduces Louis and Daniel. ALSO WITH ART FROM @ladyofthecreeddraws WE ARE SO BLESSED IN THIS FANDOM

Daniel feels it the most on nights like this. The guilt, he means.

Right now, a soft rain pitter-patters on the roof of the penthouse hotel room they’re in, tripping out a delicate melody that almost sounds like the tinkling of bells. Armand is curled up next to him, blood-warm and satiated, a pleased smile stretched over his pretty face as he nestles further into Daniel’s chest. Their hands tangle together, bony knuckles on bony knuckles; their legs braid so that Armand can press his still-cold feet to Daniel’s calves. It feels domestic. It feels real. As he stares down at Armand, Daniel’s heart squeezes with an overwhelming fondness for the vampire who has set up shop in his life and refuses to leave.

And somewhere, behind all of that, the guilt. It twists his guts up in a knot, makes his stomach do that swoopy roller coaster thing. Except it doesn’t stop, it just feels like he’s in a never-ending free fall. Because Armand holds him like a lover but keeps him like a secret. Because he knows that somewhere out there is Armand’s actual boyfriend.

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glaciers melting in the dead of night - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~5.2k, Rating: E). Completed, 1/1 chapters. Post-Season 2, Episode 5. Dubai Era.

Armand POV. This is really just a BDSM fic where Daniel gets to dom Armand in the Dubai penthouse. Bondage and orgasm denial. You might enjoy this if you think Daniel should get to top more.

“All this time, and you haven’t changed a bit.” The words fire from his mouth like gunshots into still air, his lips finally curling into the contemptuous sneer he’s been keeping at bay for the past several minutes. “Still nothing more than an eager black hole. An unremarkable, wanting mess of a man.”

What is it like, he wonders, to be so out of control of your own desire? To be such a slave to your own basest impulses? After five hundred years, he’s forgotten the feeling. Suddenly, he is covetous to remember.

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before you shake my tomb - (Armand/Daniel, WC: ~1.7k, Rating: E). Completed, 1/1 chapters. Devil's Minion Era. Non-Con. Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Armand POV. Daniel has been getting increasingly careless in his pursuit of cheap thrills, and Armand steps in to try to curb his impulses for the better. Somnophilia ensues. For the love of god, read the tags on this one. You might enjoy this if you're into really fucked up power dynamics and Armand "knowing what's best" for Daniel.

Daniel has grown reckless.

He can sense the phantom press of Armand at the fringes of his consciousness, just barely there like the whistle of wind through rustling leaves. Holds snippets of the vampire in his fractured mind and longs to understand the full picture of him—his form, his contours, the shades and hues that fill the lines of him. He knows Armand is there, but he doesn’t know what he is. Doesn’t know if he tastes like redemption or reckoning, if he tastes like both wrapped together like the threads in a braid.

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a study in collectivist post-dissolutive reconciliation tactics - (Armand/Daniel, Daniel/Lestat, Lestat/Louis, Lestat/Armand, Louis/Armand, Daniel/Louis, AKA the Diabolicule, WC: ~1.3k, Rating: M). Post-Season 2. Vampire Old Maniel. Polycule Fic.

3rd Person Omniscient POV. The Polycule Breakup Sex Fic. You might enjoy this if you like humor and crack.

It is harder than one might expect to divide the property of four vampires after a break-up. They’ve been at it for hours and are still only halfway through their wardrobe.

“Lestat, I’m assuming this ‘Baby Slut’ crop top belongs to you?” Louis asks with a raised eyebrow, holding the offending garment up for inspection.

“Mmm, non,” Lestat replies. “Though I would look fantastic in it, I’m sure.”

Daniel snorts. “Well, it isn’t mine.”

They all look to Armand.

“It was on sale,” he sniffs haughtily. “And the shopgirl said it made me look ‘cunty.’”

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and that is what we have right now!! i think!! it is so extremely possible i have forgotten something! either way hello hi if you read all of this i love you <3

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summary; after falling in love with spencer reid, you navigate the challenges that come with your relationship. While you cherish your moments together, the rough patches can be hard to ignore. One day, in an effort to find clarity, you go shopping and unexpectedly discover something world shattering. But before you can share the news with Spencer, he comes home with a shocking revelation that could change everything between you.

cw!!; +18 content, minors dni!, spencer reid x reader, angst, cliffhanger ending, breakups, mentions of drug use, mentions emetophobia warning; vomiting -- mentions of pregnancy -- Y/N HAS A GIRL KISSER BSF !

. w/c: 4.1k -- don't forget to like / reblog !! this is not proof read + english is not my first language

You and Spencer had been privately dating for seven months. At first, it was exciting. sneaking around, leaving parties early to go hook up in the bathroom, the birthday sex, apology sex, apology for apologizing with sex sex, it was easy, it was simple—you both met through a party he and his team was invited to by your best friend Ciara, who was friends with the one and only Penelope Garcia. you both got to talking and by the end of the night, you were snuggled up in his bed with his dick in your mouth. and he learned two things that night. 1. he had never had head that brought him so much ecstasy. and two, by the way your outgoing demeanor fit perfectly with being his more shy and non-direct, you were the one for him and he would've been a fool to let you slip through his fingers. those late-night study sessions, stolen kisses in dimly lit hallways, and quiet moments over coffee made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. but the moment that you hit the three month mark, everything went downhill. and usually, at six months, its supposed to be good again, right? wrong.

the past few months had turned into a whirlwind of arguments. It felt like every time you talked, it spiraled into a fight over something that should have been minor. “You don’t understand what I’m going through, Spencer!” you yelled one evening after a tough day at work where he seemed more focused on the case than on how you were feeling. “I do, understand [y/n] I just don't care. Not everything has to be about you.” that night, you both had shouted over each other until the early hours of the morning, hearts racing, voices raised, and emotions running high. the tension felt suffocating. and to ease it you tried to have makeup sex, and he started an argument while literally inside you because he felt like you were faking orgasms and doing it in a obvious way to make him feel bad; you were.

It wasn’t just work stress that fueled the fire; it was the pressure of hiding your hardships relationship from your colleagues, the weight of lying to your friends, and the constant fear of him leaving. and the fear of you leaving for him only made him resent you more. sometimes, it felt like you were living a double life, and you didn’t know how to bridge the gap between your love for Spencer and the isolation that secrecy brought. the make-up moments after the fights were fleeting, filled with hugs and quiet apologies as you tried to mend the shaky ground you were standing on. you’d find yourselves wrapped in each other’s arms, promises lingering in the air that things would change, but deep down, you both knew nothing had really shifted.

but today, everything felt heavier than usual. you had woken up to yet another silent treatment from spencer, both of you too stubborn to reach out to each other first. the anxiety had burrowed deep in your chest, making it hard to breathe. you could sense it—Ciara had noticed. when she came over, she was met with a hurried and agitated spence who only muttered a cold greeting before walking out the door as fast as he opened it for her. her footsteps where light and quick, making her way towards your bedroom where she heard retching and coughing.

you spit into the toilet bowl, groaning in discomfort as everything you had last week came back to haunt you. you looked up at Ciara as she held your hair back, getting her fingers tangled as she took a moment to try her best to untangle them without scalping you. You sat there in front with your head down as you dry gagged, and once you were safe, you reached up and flu shed the toilet.

Ciara rubbed your back for a little before pulling your head to rest on her chest, planting sweet kisses on your forehead. you giggle at the sensation and make tsk sounds. “If you were a man,” you muttered, to which she rolls her eyes at you and lets you go with a smile, helping you stand up, she runs some water so you pat your mouth with it and spit out all the yucky residue left over. she starts asking questions and all you can think back at was this morning. it pained you and you felt your heart sink the more you thought back at it, you realize that him expressing his feelings, yelling, insulting, or even cursing you would've been better. he just left you, in silence. he didn't acknowledge you, and it just made you feel terrible. you looked at Ciara, overcome with emotions which got you a confused look. “What's going on with you--”

“He didn't even look at me, cee.” You muttered as tears filled your eyes uncontrollably. your emotions overwhelmed you as you melted into her arms, you were holding her incredibly tight, she probably wouldn't be able to breathe if you gave her an oxygen tank. She scrambled over her words trying to find away to not pass out from the lack of blood going to her brain because you were quite literally blocking any blood flow possible. She tapped your back and you released your death grip, to which she exhaled heavily.

“Who, What? What are we talking about?”. you stared up at her with a expression of depression, not moving your lips to answer her question. It gave her the answer alone. “That's not... like him.”. Scoffing, you shook your head and wiped your tears, your mood switching from self-pity to pure and undeniable anger. “It's exactly, like him. Actually.”. She tried her best to calm you down but you couldn't, you just walked out of the bathroom and fell face first on the bed, screaming and letting out all of your frustration on his cotton sheets. You started mumbling out of intense anger, and Ciara just stood there, flinching with every curse that flew through your lips as if you were going to reach backwards and bite her.

It took you twenty-and-some minutes to calm down. It took you three to go back to being sad and depressed. Your mood swings were seriously giving her whiplash. You sat up and heaved, sobbed, flew your arms around like a toddler. Ciara sat with you and let you sob on her chest until you start hyperventilating, she blew on your face so you could catch your breathe, shushing you to soothe your tears. Your brain felt fuzzy, your senses has softened.

The only thing that you felt was the immense pounding on your head you couldn't help but feel. “How about we go on a little drive, yeah?” you looked up at her with your red eyes glistening was a tear fell down your cheek, you nodded. you needed fresh air. “Yeah?” She spoke in a soft voice, kissing your head. “Alright go put on some clothes ill be out here,”

Ciara sat behind the wheel, the engine humming softly as she pulled away from spencer's place. The cool breeze wafted through the slightly open window, sending a refreshing shiver through you. You let it wash over you, momentarily grounding you in the present. Still, your mind felt fuzzy, caught in a haze that blurred your thoughts and emotions. It was as if you were floating, untethered from reality, with everything around you blurring into a muddled backdrop.

the streets rushed by, and while the world outside was alive with the chatter of people and the vibrant colors of storefronts, you found yourself lost in your own silence. You stared at the trees lining the road, their branches dancing in the breeze, but even their movement felt distant and out of reach. each passing moment felt like an echo, reverberating through your mind but leaving no traces of clarity.

Ciara’s was talking, filled with energy and it made you feel oh, so worse because you were not listening. “No, dude, I'm being so serious. I told her that she can either get her shit together and stop acting like a little kid or she can pack her shit and leave because I've had enough crazy girlfriends to know it is not for the fucking weak.” you barely registered the words. they floated in one ear and out the other, your focus remaining hazy. you shifted in your seat slightly, trying to push the swirling emotions away, yet they clung to you like a shadow.

“You’d think we were fighting we were fighting over me burning her house down, no. A miss call, a singular miss call and I called her back immediately. And of course, she chose to get her act together because... honestly, would you leave me?” she joked, grinding in her seat to pop her ass a little;

the corners of your mouth twitched, but you didn’t have the energy to respond; the effort felt monumental. As the scenery shifted from commercial buildings to the broader expanses of the mall, you caught yourself wishing you could feel that lightness again. The breeze slipping through the window felt nice, but every now and then, a wave of discomfort coursed through you, reminding you of the things you were trying to forget.

Ciara continued talking, sharing the latest gossip, her voice a steady stream of sound that mingled with the whoosh of passing cars. “and after that, she tried to hookup with me as an “apology”. if she could lick my pussy a couple times and I'm going to immediately forgive her... she's right.”

Still, you remained silent, lost in thought. The feelings swirling within you were too tangled to unravel—the confusion, the sadness, the weight of it all. It felt heavy, and as you drove closer to the mall, the world outside turned brighter, but for you, it remained shrouded in dimness.

As Ciara pulled into the parking lot, the chaotic colors of the mall surrounded you. She parked the car, casting a glance your way. “Alright, no talk of Spencer with the little dick while we're here alright?”

You nodded slowly, but your mind was still a storm of thoughts and emotions that had yet to settle. The sounds of laughter and footsteps filled the air as you stepped out of the car, but even amidst the noise, you felt like you were still floating, caught between what was real and what was just a distraction.

“There's no reason to lie to make me feel better,”, she laughed.

as you and Ciara stepped into the mall, the vibrant atmosphere enveloped you like a cocoon, yet the comfort it should have provided seemed out of reach. the air hummed with energy: laughter echoed against polished floors, the shuffling of bags blended into an excited chorus, and the enticing aromas of popcorn, pretzels, and fried food wafted through the space, each scent calling to a desire for comfort that you just couldn’t find.

you glanced around, taking in the kaleidoscope of people—the families with cheerful children, groups of friends chatting animatedly as they moved, and couples entwined in conversation. Yet, as the cheerful masses moved past, a heavy discontent settled within your chest, a constant nagging feeling that wouldn’t let up. Your thoughts were tangled, fighting the urge to not talk about spencer.

the urges whooped your ass.

“Ugh, I can’t believe how dramatic Spencer has been lately,” you began, shaking your head as you ambled towards the escalator up to victoria's secret each step feeling heavier than the last. You reached for a sleek top on a nearby rack, your fingers brushing the fabric as you stated, “He didn't even tell me what his problem was this time, Ciara. He's like a fucking kid,”

Ciara nodded, her attention shifting between you and the vibrant clothes on display. “He's exactly like Manny. You know if you were a lesbian, I'm pretty sure you would've been with her by now.”

"Har-har." you let out a fake laugh, pulling the top closer to you and inspecting it in the harsh fluorescent lights. “and its not like I don't fuck with him. Of course I do, but its only okay when I do it! and i never do it first.”

She stared at you.

“Okay, I mostly never do it first.”

you stepped into the fitting rooms, pulling aside the curtain with a little more force than necessary. Ciara leaned against the wall outside, concern evident in her eyes. “Well, it sounds like he’s really going through something. I mean the last time he had a girlfriend was years ago, plus she did get shot in front of him. Maybe, just maybe... he needs time to adjust to having you.”

“It's been 6 months, how much time does he need.” you admitted, slipping into a pair of jeans. “I’m trying to support him, but at the same time, it feels like whenever I need support I'm the 'crazy' one.”

you spun in front of the mirror, checking the fit, and briefly appreciated the outfit, but the satisfaction was fleeting. You couldn’t shake the gnawing frustration and worry that lingered in your mind. After trying on a few more items, you settled on a cozy sweater that draped nicely over your shoulders and a pair of jeans that tugged your ass and thighs perfectly.

Stepping out of the fitting room, you caught sight of Ciara’s bright smile—a thumbs-up that fueled a flicker of confidence despite the dark cloud of your thoughts. “You look great! Food?” she chirped, her enthusiasm piercing through your fog. “I look like I got fat, but, yes.” you giggled.

“Yeah, only in the right places.” she replied, leaving a quick smack on your ass. the idea of food felt foreign to you, your appetite making you uneasy. and the more you thought about it, you weren't really prone to gaining weight. in the last eight weeks, you've gained almost seven pounds. even as you walked toward the food court, the excited chatter and laughter felt like a cruel reminder of the happiness you were struggling to hold onto with Spencer.

as you navigated through the chaos of the food court, the aromas wrapped around you, each scent competing for your attention. You scanned the options—pizza, burgers, Asian stir-fry, sizzling hot dogs—but as much as your stomach wanted to respond, it remained cold and distant.

Ciara and you eventually settled on a plate of asian food. You found a table, and despite the enticing food in front of you, the heaviness in your chest pulled you down, dimming your appetite further.

while Ciara was talking about her sex life, your own thoughts lingered on Spencer: his hands, the way his mind worked like a finely tuned machine, how he would

“when I tell you she had me bent in ways I can't say out loud because I would be put on some kind of list--” Ciara’s words finally broke through the fog in your mind, and you looked at her, your voice barely above a whisper, “I feel… weird.”

Ciara’s smile faded, concern etching itself across her face. “What do you mean weird? ”

The discomfort swelled inside you as the weight of your stomach pressed down further. “I don’t know. It’s just everything… ugh. I really don’t feel good.” The admission felt heavy on your tongue, yet fear flooded through you, mingling with confusion and anxiety.

“Hey, [y/n] uh--” Ciara said, her voice laced with concern as she leaned closer, trying to draw you back into the moment. “Breathe, okay? Just uh--”

her voice did no help, the world around you began to tilt, the bright lights and laughing voices tuned out as your vision began to blur. A rising wave of dizziness crashed over you, swallowing every sense until you felt on the verge of vanishing into the void of darkness.

before you could utter another word, the world slipped away in an instant—darkness encased you, quieting the chaos of the food court and pressing down into a silence that felt weighty yet freeing. You couldn’t tell if you were floating or falling, but nothing remained except an overwhelming absence -- and then your body hit the floor.

“[y/n]? [Y/N]! Someone help, please!” Ciara begged and yelled out as she breathed on your face, checking your pulse. you were breathing, that's all that mattered. being in school for nursing, really wasn't doing her any justice at the moment.

three-hundred-thirty-eight minutes. that's how long it took for you to wake up.

you gradually regained consciousness to the muted buzz of light and occasional distant sounds filtering through the haze of your mind. blinking several times, you squinted against the warm, yellow light spilling through the curtains in the hospital room. the glow felt too harsh against your eyelids, and as you turned your head slightly, a wave of dizziness swept over you.

a sharp ache spiked through your temples, and you instinctively raised a hand to your forehead, feeling the softness of the pillows beneath you. your body felt heavy, soreness settling deep in your muscles—each small movement sent prickles of discomfort shooting through your limbs. you groaned softly, the sound a mere whisper in the stillness of the room.

The room itself was a comforting chaos, the machines beeping, the flowy blue curtains. But it was the smell that truly caught your attention: a mix of treacle sweetness from ciara's half-eaten candy bar on the nightstand, which you grabbed over and took a chunk out of. the clean scent of freshly laundered sheets, and just a hint of the medication. it was oddly grounding, and for a moment, it eased the nausea rising in your stomach like a tidal wave.

taking a deep breath, you lay still, attempting to collect your thoughts. fragments of memory flickered through your mind—little moments of laughter and joy interspersed with the anxiety that had been consuming you before everything went dark. You remembered the bustling vibe of the mall, the annoying feeling of your heart racing, and a sudden wave of dizziness that had pulled you down. panic surged through you as you recalled Ciara’s frantic voice, calling for help when you collapsed.

“there's, no way I actually fainted.” you murmured to yourself, the thought sending a shiver down your spine. “ew, that's so corny.” you felt a flush of heat creep up your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and concern. you turned to ciara, whose face was unchanged the entire time. her face stayed the same -- she looked horrified. concern. something was wrong with you, and you had a really bad feeling about what. it wasn't stress, it wasn't spencer. it was something else.

thirty-eight minutes. thats how long it took for you to find out.

ciara stayed by your side, her face didn't dare to flinch. a nurse stepped quietly into the room, her hesitant movements breaking the fragile quiet that enveloped the space. the atmosphere felt charged, and you could sense the shift immediately, your heart beginning to pound. the light from the window framed ciara, washing over her in a way that felt almost ethereal. as her expression morphed from concern into something more serious, an unsettling tension settled between you, pinning you both in a moment that seemed to stretch on.

when the nurse began to deliver the news her words flowed without sound, each gesture amplifying the weight of what she had to say. you felt your breath hitch as a wave of uncertainty crashed over you, the reality of her news unsettling sinking in like a stone. the room, once familiar and comforting, suddenly felt small and suffocating, the walls closing in as vivid memories backtracked through your mind—laughter, plans, and dreams that now teetered on the brink of change. the warmth of the space became oppressive as your heart raced, fear mingling with disbelief.

in an instant, the safety of your world unraveled, and the gravity of ciara's presence anchored you to an unsettling truth. the air was thick with unvoiced questions, your heart heavy with the weight of responsibility and the unknown. as the silence roared in your ears, every breath turned bittersweet, a reminder of how everything that had once seemed so certain was now tinged with complexity. you stood there, caught between the past and an uncertain future, realizing in that moment that everything had changed.

fifteen minutes. that's how long it took to get discharged.

the car glided smoothly along the dark road, the headlights casting fleeting beams of light onto the pavement, illuminating the otherwise shadowy world outside. ciara sat in the drivers seat seat, her silhouette a quiet presence lost in thought, her silence wrapping the cabin in an almost palpable stillness. each soft breath she took seemed to mirror the steady thrum of the engine, but the weight of her unspoken emotions filled the air, creating a tension that was hard to ignore. the familiar contours of the landscape slipped by in an undulating blur, trees lining the road like silent sentinels.

as the miles rolled on, your mind began to wander, seeking distraction in the rhythmic pattern of passing objects. you started to count the trees, the sturdy trunks becoming a makeshift anchor in the sea of swirling thoughts. one after another, the arboreal figures flickered past, offering a sense of solace as if each counted tree marked a moment of time that moved further away from the hospital. the darkened silhouettes blurred together, yet you found a strange comfort in the repetitive task, allowing your focus to drift into the rhythm of your surroundings.

six hours, thirty-one minutes. and not a single call from spencer.

as the car glided to a stop in the driveway, the familiar surroundings of your home greeted you with an unsettling mix of comfort and anxiety. the sky was turning shades of purple and orange, a vivid sunset framing the moment. ciara turned off the engine and sat in silence for a moment, her eyes fixed on the front door, as if gauging its significance. you both understood that what waited beyond that threshold was life-changing.

you unbuckled your seatbelt and took a deep breath, your mind swirling with thoughts you had been trying to organize all day. today had felt unending, a series of moments stacked upon one another, each one urging you toward this very conclusion. the weight of what you needed to reveal pressed heavily on your chest, and you were acutely aware of the time you had spent wrestling with your emotions.

ciara glanced at you, her expression a blend of concern and encouragement. you could tell she wanted to say something, perhaps offer reassurance, but instead, she simply gave your hand a gentle squeeze. the gesture felt grounding, a reminder that while you were stepping into the unknown, you were not entirely alone.

with a nod, you exited the car, the cool evening air wrapping around you like a cloak. you took a moment on the doorstep, hesitating as you glanced back at ciara, who offered you a reassuring smile before she drove away. the sound of the engine faded, leaving you with the echo of your own heartbeat.

spencer sat there, something heavy on his mind. his shirt was off, and he was stood in sweatpants and the line of his boxers showing. his hair was damp and flew down to his shoulders, his arms clinging onto the back of his neck and he eyed you up and down. you stared up at him with heavy, red eyes. you set down your purse and stared off into the distance.

he stared at you in silence. it was pissing you off. he was acting like a fucking child, and now really wasn't the time. your heart raced as your thoughts spiraled, the weight of everything you had been holding inside bubbling just beneath the surface. You could feel the frustration rising as you realized you were no longer willing to play your eyes met, and in that shared moment of understanding, something unspoken ignited.

“I can’t do this anymore,”

“I'm pregnant.” You blurted simultaneously.

The air shifted, charged with the gravity of your revelation and his confession, and the silence that had ruled the room felt like it was finally ready to crack open, revealing the unvoiced truths waiting just beneath the surface. your eyes widened and jaw feel open, as you grasped what just came out of his mouth. tears welled up at your eyes, and his met with yours with the same expression, and at the same time you both uttered;

“What?”

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𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅

• no works here yet! feel free to request!

𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝙼𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚢

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⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (2022)

𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭

ׂ╰┈➤ drabbles

· Halloween Special 2024** - ftm Lestat x Werewolf Male Reader

· Hate To Love Him - Lestat x Werewolf Male Reader

ׂ╰┈➤ oneshots

· The Brat Lestat** - vampire male reader | top male reader

ׂ╰┈➤ series

· The Roger To His Jessica Rabbit - ¹. He Makes Me Laugh** | ². Hands Off His Hunny Bunny** |

𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐮 𝐋𝐚𝐜

• no works here yet! feel free to request!

𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝

ׂ╰┈➤ drabbles

· Aged Like Wine** - Armand x Male Reader x Daniel Molloy

ׂ╰┈➤ oneshots

ׂ╰┈➤ series

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐲

ׂ╰┈➤ drabbles

· Aged Like Wine** - Armand x Male Reader x Daniel Molloy

ׂ╰┈➤ oneshots

ׂ╰┈➤ series

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

a/n : look at the cute edits I did pls, I worked so hard finding their damn faces and obviously you can see who I adore the most, sobs. Free use, anyone can use them for their own master list in the future!

[bachshot]

JUDE !! — twenty they/them woman lover

disgustingly sleep deprived uni student

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requests: open

FANDOMS (that I'll write for)

interview with the vampire • dceu • mcu • xmen • mickey 17 • ted lasso

please send asks !! requests or just random messages, i lurv interacting ! i need friends please

[zaldritzosrose]

Welcome to The Gallery, filled with my aesthetic creations. If you use anything, please dm or reblog and tag me for credits.

Current fandoms available for aesthetics:

House of the Dragon The Last Kingdom Interview With The Vampire The Rings of Power Dune Marvel (Avengers Universe) Baldur's Gate 3 Dragon Age

Moodboards

Headers

Icons

Dividers

Misc

[boy-of-death]

Masterlist of my thoughts

Started: 06/03/2023

Last Updated: 30/04/2025

Random but funny

Fandom's warriors

Teen Wolf and mental breakdown

Shadow and Bones fanart

Lessons in Chemistry

Good Omens season 2

Toxic gay man fandom survivor

Remmick from sinners, Irish baddie

Fanfics recs

Hannibal

Iconic author's note

Arcane Jayvik will save my life

Arcane

Season 2 act 3 finale

Season 2 act 2

Jayce’s nightly reading

Interview with the vampire

The best meme of this fandom

Season 2 episode 8 finale

Season 2 episode 6

Call Of Duty

Headcanon for the 141

The Last Of Us

Episode 3

Should I watch it

[dem1verse]

𝕴𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄

❪ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅; ❀ ━ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓; ➵ ━ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊; ★ ❫

━━━━━━━━ ﹆ VAMPIRES

𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

━━━━━━━━ ﹆ HUMANS

𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

[bowieandqueen11]

Interview With The Vampire Masterlist

(I do not own any of the characters in these imagines, all rights go to creators.)

[serpentarius]

My AO3 Masterlist

Here's my masterlist of works on AO3!

Interview With The Vampire (TV)

traditions (Daniel x Armand) - oneshot Christmas fic, Rated M

the talisman (Daniel x Armand) - oneshot younger Daniel fic, Rated M

faultlines (Daniel x Armand) - oneshot smut/Daniel reflecting on Armand's past, oneshot, Rated E

he makes the sun rise on the evil and the good (Daniel x Armand) - oneshot, Daniel and Armand watch Midnight Mass, Rated M

time is a mouth as bloody as any other (Daniel x Armand) - oneshot, Old Maniel and Armand get it on post S1, Rated E, Part 1 of the old man & the vampire series

as long as I find you interesting (I won't kill you) (Daniel x Armand) - multi-chapter Devil's Minion era, Rated E, Part 2 of the old man & the vampire series

What We Do In The Shadows (TV & Film)

You're A Little Bit Just Like Me (Viago x Anton) - multichapter romcom fic, Rated M [soon to be E, most likely]

All Marked Up (and Nowhere to Hide) (Viago x Anton) - oneshot hickey fic, rated M

Nandor's Freddie (Nandor x Freddie / Nandor x Guillermo) - oneshot Nandor musings, Rated E

Our Flag Means Death

Time & Tide (Stede Bonnet x Edward Teach) - season 2 fic, Rated M

Good Omens

Reverie (Crowley x Aziraphale) - post-season 2 fic, oneshot, fluff

Star Wars (Animated TV Series & Films)

The Heat We Make in Ice (Alexsandr Kallus x Zeb Orrelios) - multichapter Kalluzeb fic, Rated E

A Series of Stormpilot Vignettes (Poe Dameron x Finn) - multichapter stormpilot moments, Rated E

American Gods (TV)

The Morning After (Laura Moon x Mad Sweeney) - oneshot PWP, rated E

[nade2308]

GIFS AND EDITS MASTERLIST POST 7

I realized that the ways I've been arranging the previous masterlists is not working properly so I shall be redoing some of that starting with this one. Hopefully this way it won't take that much space.

Previous masterlists: one || two || three || four || five || six || Whumptober 2023 masterlist || Febuwhump 2024 masterlist

Mission Impossible

Ethan and Luther first meeting: part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5

Ethan yeeting himself out of a plane

Ethan sliding from the bike in RN

Interview with the Vampire 1994

Lestat and rain

Blood Drive

Leave out all the rest gifset: part 1 || part 2

Top Gun/Top Gun Maverick

Sad Mav

(Not so) subtle Ice

Mav and Goose gifset: part 1 || part 2

Locker room bite

Reacher on Prime

Butts... 😈

Season 2 sneak peek gifs

The cabbie and the beast

The loneliest hour Reacher edit

Boy in 1x06

Haunted boy

Chain boi

Start of something good Jack and Russo edit: part 1 || part 2

First meeting

Sad imp boy

The car chase™️: part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4

A staring boy

Reacher and Russo - I'm coming after you (Owl City)

Russo arresting Jack: part 1 || part 2

Interrogation Vol. 1: part 1 || part 2 || part 3

TMNT 2003

Sad Raph

Raph comforting Leo

Bois at the campfire: part 1 || part 2 || part 3

Boys fighting the thing (2x12): part 1 || part 2

Confuse the enemy

Threshold cover edit

Brother in arms cover edit

MacGyver 2016

You said you'd never leave gifset

The gift of Saint Nicholas cover edit

Jesse Stone Movies

We're better in the dark cover edit

Ordinary Angels

Trailer gifs

Bonus gif

Post

The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare

The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare trailer gifs

Rosewood

Smitten boys in 2x12

Ice cream imps

Ira and Ryan 2x03 edit ("Big City Nights")

A boy and his coffee

Cozy boy on his boat (2x02)

CSI Miami

Sad imp (start of 8x14)

Parallels

Tom and Val parallel (Endless love and Real Genius)

Phone cord parallels (Blood Drive and Reacher)

Leo and Raph catching each other (2x18 and 4x05)

Miscellaneous

Casually bi boys

Alan Ritchson birthday edit

December 16th 1991: part 1 || part 2

Alan Ritchson as Raphael in TMNT 2014

Domenick Lombardozzi birthday edit

Emmett edit

Eddie Cibrian birthday edit

[wonderfullyinlovewithlife]

Wait do you write for lestat 🤨

I do! I write for any vampire that i find to be moderately attractive and insane 🫶

[lady-phasma]

Requests open for Daemon Targaryen, Feyd-Rautha, and IWTV. Asks open for all listed and Doctor Who.

✧︎ Interview with the Vampire ✧︎ Feyd-Rautha ✧︎ Daemon ✧︎ Aemond ​✧︎ Other ✧︎ WIP Masterlist ✧︎ HotD Headcanon ✧︎

Fangtober 2024 Prompt List - follow the tag ‘Fangtober 2024’ or check out my IWTV masterlist

Spotlight:

Fangtober Day 5 - Impact play - Lestat x fem!reader

New Fangtober Day 4 - Bondage - Armand x fem!reader

Fangtober Day 3 - Ejaculation - Rockstar!Lestat x fem!reader

Fangtober Day 2 - Body mod - Lestat x gn!reader

Fangtober Day 1 - Blood - Lestat x fem!reader

New A Quiet Night In - Armand x Benji x Sybelle x gn!reader (fluff)

Armand N$FW Alphabet

cross posting from Lady_Phasma on AO3

Doctor Who asks and stuff masterlist

Side blogs: @elaenya-targaryen: for my HotD oc and House Velaryon aesthetics @uncledaddy-mattsmith: for Matt Smith confessions @the-five-oh-deuce for MotA, Band of Brothers, and The Pacific @asteria-and-oneiros for all other random fandom stuff