Daniels lost intern

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Interview 7: Akasha's Crusade

Intro: Akasha awakens Lestat,prompting a vampire crusade to purge traitors. As they hunt through New York, Lestat's focus sharpens on the intern, heading straight for them with deadly intent.

pairing: Akasha x Lestat de Lioncourt & Akasha x Reader & Lestat x Reader

subjects: Akasha, Lestat de Lioncourt

Warn!ngs: MDNI! Invisible strap back shots, Blood drinking, irritated sex w/biting, forced (non-consensual) sex, upside down sex

words: 2569

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Act 1 Lestats cold body laid lifeless in the ground pressing deep below the earth. Literally he wallowed in his own sorrow and hasn’t moved in days. He rotted in the darkness until he senses someone or something above him. His questions become answered as the dirt shifts around him, not by hands digging him out…but as if an unseen creature is commanding the soil to release him.

Then in one movement a force lifts lestat upward, gently if that was possible and his body begins rising through layers of earth. As if he's being summoned by an invisible will stronger than gravity itself. Lestat's gut feeling was answered once he reached the surface.

“Rise, my dearest Lestat.” A voice commands above the earth.

From darkness to the moment he opens his eyes, a being so pristine and regal stands over him. With a hint of quiet satisfaction from seeing his face. She exudes an aura of power with her attitude laced in an arrogance of ‘I told you so’ that stokes Lestats frustration.

The weirdest thing Lestat felt was a feeling all too familiar, as pride swelled in his chest. Validated from the fact this ancient being saw something in him and chose to awaken him as he did her. His blood hums with anticipation, and the desire to drink, to dominate, is almost overwhelming.

“Drink. Let my blood flow into you, and awaken the true prince.”

In a ritualistic manner she offers him her wrist in a moment of intimacy. The dark crimson of her ancient blood flows freely into his mouth. The feeding is a coronation passing authority from goddess to prince.

“Tell me, Lestat, how would it feel to stand beside me as my king? To reign in my empire together and shape this world to our image?”

Lestat is too busy drunk off her divine taste as it floods his veins like lightning awakening him. She watches with half lidded eyes claiming him through it. She tilts his head to hers, looking down on Lestat’s pleading gaze, and she tastes his lips.

Akasha moves with a force, her mouth moving against his with only possession in mind. Her tongue slips past his lips without permission, exploring his mouth. Lestat’s whines escape him before he can stop them. His hands hover uselessly at her shoulders, he trembles not from fear but from this moment of total surrender to her.

Akasha catches it quickly, the quiet faint sounds of his embarrassing whimpers. So she does what she does best, dominates.

Each press of her lips is calculated as she begins using her power on him making him feel every nerve ending from his g-spot to his throbbing phallus. Lestat’s a whining mess against her lips, trembling from every kiss. Even his body betrays him, quivering under her revealing how much he's losing control.

Her kisses, soft yet commanding, unravel him further, leaving him breathless and overly exposed. She loves how easily he breaks for her. How no one else has ever heard these sounds from the Brat Prince before… He belongs to her entirely right now.

“Totally pathetic.” A mix of an insult and maybe praise but it doesn't affect Lestat’s ego.

Act 2

With Lestat as her devoted partner, Akasha's crusade is flawless. They perform slaughtering traitorous vampires in broad daylight. Lestat’s theatrics earned him extra points on impressing queen Akasha, keeping her entertained. They move swiftly through the night recruiting through fear.

“Albeit, it’s a simple choice. Join us willingly or die by the blood of Akasha. The decision is yours” Lestat wouldn’t blink if they hesitated and would tear into their throat with his fangs. Lestat was becoming an urban legend to all vampires.

“If you spot this man…run… if you can’t run…pray.”

They thought of Akasha as their queen and Lestat as their grim reaper spread among the Vampire community. For now they were more scared of Lestat than they were of her. Bystanders report seeing him force victims' own blood down traitors' throats until they drown in it. Everyone would come to find out Akasha is more horrifying then they could ever imagine later down the line.

Act 3

Their menace tour has made it all the way over to the city, considering that the intern lives in one of these buildings, trouble is not far. Lestat catches the faint smell of the intern after passing by a building and it immediately makes him halt.

“I think I’ll pay them a little visit, just to see how they're doing. Or perhaps remind them who’s in charge.” he says giddy to Akasha.

“I’d like to see how they’re faring” Akasha agrees as they make their way through New York City after sucking the life out of a couple vampires. Straight towards the interns sleeping guards.

Lestat decides the intern is an easy target and has no reason to spare them. As they make their way inside of the building, his charm does the work. Distracting the doormen with a flash of a signature smirk and a cocky whisper.

“We’re expected upstairs, mon ami.” Akasha follows silently behind him. They reach the elevator. She stops abruptly seeing the enclosed metal box they call an ‘elevator’. Centuries trapped in stone flashes through her mind. She refuses to enter from feeling disgusted. She glares at the stairwell door.

In a flash, they both ascend the stairs without a sound. They reach the penthouse door but it's locked, luckily Lestat easily just breaks the doorknob off. Inside is a cozy clean home with a tall ceiling and glass window panels from the floor up. A gorgeous view of the night life faint sounds of air conditioning cover their tracks. They turn towards the one bedroom in the apartment.

The door slams open, splintering the frame with the force of Lestat’s kick. I jolt awake in my bedroom, heart pounding from the sudden noise. Before I can even process what’s happening, Lestat jumps onto me. He vaults onto my bed and straddles my chest. Pinning me down like I'm prey and his grin is sick, he seems too gleeful as he wraps his hands around my throat.

Lestat squeezes just enough to cut off my air, and looks at me with a mock cheer he says, “Missed me?” I claw at his arms uselessly just panicking trying to get oxygen back inside of me.

‘This BITCH!’ is all I could think as my eyes got lidded and my thrashing slowly vanished. Lestat watches with eerie calm as life drains from my eyes. He doesn’t stop squeezing, even holding a second longer to make sure.

Akasha surprises even herself as soon as Lestat releases the intern's limp body, she steps forward. Not to finish them off but to inspect them, as her cold fingers brush against their unconscious face. Her fingers trail down their neck where the choke marks have formed.

Something about this vulnerable, helpless creature… captivates her. She presses a slow kiss to their forehead and another on their cheek. Almost too gentle for Akasha. Lestat just watches in silent confusion. He wonders what she’ll do next.

Without warning she performs the vampiric equivalent to the Heimlich maneuver with precise pressure to the intern's chest. Forcing a surge of blood back into circulation through a single violent push.

I gasp awake and my body jolts upright. I choke on the air trying to take it all in and stare at the two intruders in my house. Before I could scream, run, or jump out a window Akasha asks with normalcy;

“Who gave you this penthouse?” No concern for my near death experience. Just because I’m a vampire doesn’t mean I want to be treated like a pawn.

“Armand-” before I can even get a lick out Lestat cuts me off,

“Armand? Don't bother.” feigning annoyance from the sheer name itself. I erupt into fury spewing it directly at Lestat;

“FUCK YOU! I don’t want you in my apartment!” I scream laced with adrenaline now. Then before thinking, “I didn't kill your mother!” referencing the past hurt I know Lestat went through.

Lestat freezes unsure of what to do while Akasha’s eyes flick between them feeling entertained. Lestat snaps lunging towards the intern, holding their throat and slamming their head against the wall. Cracking the plaster from the force.

I kick at him and try to scream as Akasha watches impassively. I unconsciously reach out for her-

“Enough.” Akasha's voice cuts through the violence like a blade. The calm serenity from her authority leaves her lips and with an invisible force wrenches Lestat backward off the intern. Not lightly either, he's flung several feet across the room by Akasha’s power skidding to a stop near the shattered door.

I collapse to my knees, gasping again. Akasha moves towards me with deliberate grace. Her thumbs brush over my bruises and she leans in. Pressing her lips to each injury sealing my marks. It shouldn’t feel good but somehow it does.

Then Akasha’s lips hover dangerously close to mine. She kisses me with hunger and her mouth claims mine. Her hand fists in my hair while her hold becomes more possessive over me. She flips me over easily onto my stomach, without breaking the kiss…

Akasha grinds down against my naked body with her invisible strap, a delicate but undeniable presence. It moved with a gentle rhythm, pressing in ways that caressed me so good. Words flowed from my mouth in breathy moans. The sensation was like a whispered promise, making me want to be a good intern for her.

“Let's see how well you take it.” Her tone is so teasing but commanding. Even the hating ass Lestat watched from across the room irritated by how it turned him on.

I felt a rush, a sensual awakening in the whore that was buried in me (not that deep). My breath hitched as waves of pleasure overtook me with each thrust from Akasha’s unseen touch. She buried my face in my pillow, making my ass go up. I trembled beneath her as her slow rhythm hit deliberately in my most sensitive spots. The ecstasy of the feeling brought me to an edge of pleasure, my waves silenced from the pillow. Softening the intensity as I came down left me breathless but grounded.

Meanwhile, Lestat's impatience grew and the pleasure Akasha evoked onto the intern made his jaw tighten. He disliked feeling sidelined, especially with such intimate power plays.

“What the fuck was that?” Lestat speaks sharp tongues towards them. His blue eyes flick between them twisted in disgust. Akasha doesn’t hesitate as she turns to Lestat, still rambling. As he sulks she takes that as her invitation and without a word she closes the distance and grabs his face.

Her tongue is rougher than with the intern. She uses more teeth and dominates on Lestat with no sweetness. The pouty vampire prince gets his share badly. Akasha yanks him by his hair biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. Playfully she licks it but before anyone can react she moves with punishment biting down on his neck. Not gentle at all, more violent to watch than anything. Lestat's bratty attitude with Akasha will never sustain; she always fixes him.

Akasha coldly with a sharp smirk, “Fuck the intern” she commands motioning from Lestat to me.

Lestat is stunned speechless. He glares over at the intern, “Well, that’s one way to lighten the mood.” He steps closer but the glint of amusement is impure to the irritation written across his face.

Blinking in surprise trying to keep my composure, “Wait…WHAT?” A beat of awkward silence before the tension shifts, a few shared nervous laughs, and a flicker of understanding this is Akasha's way of diffusing the situation. Is this a punishment or a test, either way who will ever refuse the queen.

He shoves me onto the bed and looms over me. His kiss is all teeth almost biting me. His hands are too rough grabbing wherever he wants, taking my jaw harshly then a waist touch ruthlessly digging his nails into my skin.

Akasha cuts in; “Slow down.” Lestat grits his teeth annoyed at being corrected. He slows down instantly, shifting from grabbing to almost guiding. Even though the intern is clearly nervous he takes his time now. Letting them adjust to his big fat cock.

Its jarring to have to straddle the same vampire who was choking them minutes ago. Akasha observes my nervous system firing as my breaths are rapid and I can’t stop trembling. She finds that appealing and urges Lestat to start the intercourse.

The tension is fractured such a mess really. One second, Lestat's grinding feels irritated. The next, flashes of past memories when they actually wanted to touch each other filled my thoughts and the emotional whiplash hurts me.

Lestat hesitates mid motion once or twice. His hands linger on my waist like he isn’t sure if his hate is pure. The cracks in his coldness I notice between breaths. Akasha notices the shift of course, but doesn’t pry.

Lestat, desperate to keep Akasha’s favor, decides to go harder for her. Without warning Lestat maneuvers me into a vulnerable position. With his vampiric strength, he lifts me then effortlessly with his powers drapes my body upside down. Suspending me in the air, every inch of my body is on full display. My chest rises fast with nervous breaths as I’m at the mercy to whatever Lestat wants to do next.

Akasha watches this arrangement with quiet approval, her gaze burns into them both. This isn't just sex anymore, it's a power play to Lestat.

He starts with gentle strokes along my inner thigh, slowly teasing my genitals. While torturing me with my over heightened senses thanks to his vampiric abilities casting a vulnerable spell over my sensitive body. I whimper louder than I want from his finger gliding across my chest. When he figures it out he undoes me. His touch palms smooth over my chest in slow massages makes me lose my mind. My back arches and I thrust into the air as much as my upside down position allows. Lestat notices my weakness instantly and his touch lingers there now.

He becomes relentless circling my sensitive spots until my body tenses and I shudder from release. My cum spills over my stomach and the liquid shows on my belly. Breathless and shaking I get set down softly by Lestat. His expression is unreadable. Akasha doesn’t react but her gaze lingers on me for a beat too long.

They leave me on my bed exhausted and spent. Unable to move from the sheer overstim of pleasure. Words can't describe the euphoric feeling.

Act 4

Akasha’s eyes flicked to the intern, who now lay more relaxed than they should in their bed. A subtle knowing smile creeped onto her face as she stepped away;

“They are more resilient than they appear.” she murmured softly, going toward the balcony of the penthouse.

Lestat's gaze lingered on the intern's face, a secret flickering in his eyes. Remembering something beneath the surface, something unspoken. Akasha’s eyes gleamed with ruthless purpose;

“The mortal world will fall and the vampire reign will be reborn. Nothing can stand in my way.”

Then Without a word both Akasha and Lestat take to the cloud gift continuing on their crusade.

.⋆♱ཐི ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ ཋྀ CLOSING LOG

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Interview 6: The Death Of Gabrielle

Intro: Lestat tries to warn his fledglings about Akasha's arrival, but a simple argument spirals into deadly chaos. Nothing will ever be the same.

pairing: Lestat x Louis but Lestat x Gabrielle is stronger

subjects: Armand, Daniel Molloy, Gabrielle de lioncourt, Lestat de lioncourt, Louis de pointe du lac + TVL Band

Warn!ngs: MDNI! Violence, Angst, BAD Death scene, Emotion turmoil

words: 2944

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Act 1 Lestat had urgently communicated to his past fledglings all telling them to meet up at his hideout home in Sausalito. Now Louis, Gabrielle, and the TVL band stand in his living room all confused. The intern had called Daniel to pick them up as an emergency was had but it isn’t just Daniel strolling in alone he brings his shadow along with him.

“They called me. Said there was an emergency.” Daniel speaks up first before anyone in the room can.

Lestat’s irritation flairs just seeing the likes of Armand, “You brought the fuck cloud with you to make things worse” he spews. Displaced anger onto Armand is easier than confessing right now.

I turn towards Lestat’s fledglings, “Do you know who Akasha is?”. This makes Lestat's eyes flicker with a dark anticipation.

“I was destined for something greater and this threat is my vampiric divination formed in a turmoil of darkness that's who Akasha is.”

The room goes dead silent, the band members shift uncomfortably. Louis narrows his eyes, more surprised not by Akasha's existence but that Lestat didn’t warn them sooner. with Gabrielle’s laughter cutting the seriousness.

Lestat’s jaw tenses “She showed up and will be back. We need to prepare.” It’s a strong warning, but Armand goes off on Lestat. Centuries of quiet disapproval, resentment, and I-told-you-so energy erupts all at once.

“This is what happens when you parade around like some glamorous idiot screaming about vampires to the world” Lestat’s recklessness has caused more damage. Louis tenses and Gabrielle goes to Lestat pushing him into a private room. Lestat doesn’t snap back and goes off silently knowing Armand isn’t entirely wrong.

Act 2

I stumble into an argument, unintentionally stirring the pot further. “You were a terrible mother to Lestat. No wonder he turned out like this!” a dig at Gabrielle and a stray to Lestat.

Gabrielle's face goes pale, then reddens slightly in seconds. Her maternal instincts flaring, she stepped forward, “What did you just say?”

Even outside the room everyone stiffens listening in and Lestat’s expression darkens instantly. It wasn’t just a disrespect to Gabrielle but a direct betrayal of his trust. The interns next words were unhinged;

“You’re a cougar. Praying on your own son? Disgusting.”

Gabrielle moves fast, Lestat tries to step between them. “GABRIELLE-” but it's too late and she already swings first at the intern's face. The fight escalated from petty to dangerous. Lestat, horrified by the violence breaking out, tries to intervene. He grabs Gabrielle’s arm to pull her back but she wrenches free with a snarl.

The blows are becoming lethal as Gabrielle spins on Lestat instead of the intern for a split second, “How dare you take their side!” as she's seething and shoves him hard.

Lestat stumbles back and his pride becomes wounded. His eyes flash offended from how personal it’s getting, he glares at the intern in a way that screams 'You started this mess'.

Louis moves like lightning the second he sees Lestat’s fangs bare, a genuine intent to harm the intern. Lestat stares at their neck getting ready to pounce like a snake. Louis slams into Lestat just as he strikes, knocking his aim off.

Lestat whirls on Louis, furious he would interfere and shoves Louis back with vampiric strength. The TVL band members scatter out of there immediately. Catching Gabrielle off guard, I take the moment to jump her.

Daniel joins the fight against Gabrielle when I am about to get my neck bitten out by her. Gabrielle lunges at him but he sidesteps her easily “Whoa there, mama bear!”

As Daniel aids in the fight, Gabrielle has him pinned ready for her next delivery- the room stilled completely frozen in time. Only Armand moves, striving to Lestat, “Akasha will kill everyone who doesn’t bow down to her, and you - Lestat - you woke her up for all of us” scolding him.

Lestat existing loudly made himself the trigger for this disaster, it's all about to blow up in his face. He is reckless, chaotic, and selfish. The reason they’re all about to die. Lestat finally realizes that hes the fuck cloud.

“I don't want to talk anymore.” Lestat’s own rage consumes him, and the second Armand speaks another word about Akasha he snaps. Don't think just attacks in a flash of motion too fast to see. He lunges at Armand so hard he goes through walls of the house.

Two ancient vampires fighting each other coldly, premeditated nature to it. Armand's precision is attempting to subdue Lestat, not to kill. But Lestat is fighting from a place of guilt with wild swings. Everyone watches frozen not from Armand's power but from shock.

Gabrielle, fueled by rage, swings her final hook going right for the jaw but Daniel steps directly in front of the intern. Seeing how much potential damage it could do to Daniel, Louis acts erratic being fed up with the whole situation.

Louis’s pent up resentment for Gabrielle and Lestat’s weird mother - son dynamic and now her sudden violence towards the intern and Daniel. It snaps something in him, as he quickly remembers how toxic this is for Lestat. Before any blows are felt Louis shoves her backward hard enough to make her stumble. His eyes are blazing a mix of rage and sorrow, as he puts his hands around her throat and uses all his supernatural strength.

Blood leaks as her head separates from her body, the sound is clear as it reaches Lestat's ears. Without hesitation, he burst through the wall in a blur of horror. He sees Louis holding Gabrielle’s torn body. Lestat's eyes open wide in a mix of terror and disbelief before rage floods them. Lestat's wild burst of energy swoops in a blur to snatch Gabrielle's body, flying her away through the ceiling.

Armand comes in as Daniel and I are beyond shocked at Louis. He's so composed it makes him feel like a haunting spirit. Realizing what he's done he crashes onto his knees about to cry, knowing it ultimately breaks Lestat completely. But Lestat lowers back into the room looking like he was about to bawl his eyes out,

“What have you done, Louis?” it spews out in a mix of hurt and angst. “You tore her apart like a beast and f-for w-what? For What!”

Lestat's unrelenting rage takes over and his heartbreak finally manifests physically, without hesitation he surges forward. His grip like iron and his face inches from Louis’s.

“You betrayed me, Louis.” His voice cracks with emotion as he seizes Louis by the collar before anyone could dip in to save him. It's too late. The air crackles with raw energy as he lifts Louis effortlessly. Lestat surges upward then drives Louis downward with a violent surge, aiming close to the core of the earth.

Dust and debris fly as Louis is driven down, Lestat's rage erupting violently as their inverted plummet to the hot core of earth smashes through dirt, rock, and heading straight towards the molten core.

The heat rises as the environment blurs between reality and nightmare as Louis is subjected to resting atop a layer close to the earth’s natural magma. As lestat leaves him there searing from radiant heat.

Lestat, furious and betrayed, comes up out of the hole turning to Daniel, Armand, and the intern uses his powers for a mental assault:

Daniel hears Lestat's voice so hypnotic it turns his surroundings into a nightmare of vision filled with his own death.

Armand goes through waves of oppressive emotion. All of his fear, guilt, and despair formed from his life as flashes from the trauma he shared from the brothel Arun worked at comes back to haunt him.

Then he turns to the intern, too focused. The intern's vision blurs as horrifying images flood their mind, visions of Gabrielle's death. The intern's body convulses violently, dropping to the ground. Lestat mind fucks the intern into being temporarily paralyzed psychically by fear.

Act 3

The sun hangs low on the Italian shoreline, tranquil from the emotional distress that just occurred. Lestat stands alone, his shoulders hunched as he trembles with grief. His face is streaked with tears, blurring his vision giving him glassy eyes.

In his trembling hands, he holds Gabrielle's lifeless body. Her face is pale yet peaceful. He kneels in the sand gently putting her down. As he begins to dig, each movement is heavy with heartbreak. His tears fall freely now.

“Forgive me… I should have saved you…”

His hands tremble violently digging deeper. As the grave takes shape he looks down at Gabrielle one last time. Finally, he gently places her body into the earth, covering her.

Lestat digs his own grave next, burying himself into the ground…again. He thinks to himself,

‘Forever buried, just like her’

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Interview 5: Akasha Is Cumming

Intro: As Lestat and the intern delve into their deepest feelings, an ominous presence is felt cutting the silence short by the chilling truth that Akasha’s return is imminent. Threatening to shatter everything they thought they knew.

pairing: Lestat x Reader & Akasha x Reader

subjects: Akasha, Lestat de lioncourt

Warn!ngs: MDNI! Dom Akasha, Soft Dom Lestat, making out, violence, questionable cnc/nc sex, Cunnilingus, fingering

words: 1837

.⋆♱ཐི ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ ཋྀ

Act 1

Lestat’s fingers traced slow circles along the back of my neck, the soft warmth. Lingering kiss to my lips so slow and sweet. My breath hitched as his face buried into my neck licking and nipping at the soft skin there. As the air brushed gently past us, the pecks against my collarbone had me shivering slightly. 

The air between them was thick with unspoken emotions of longing and vulnerability. Desperate need for connection was a fatal flaw both of them had but it drew them closer to each other. Things unsaid would be felt through erotic action.

 Two hearts beating in quiet harmony, each craving the warmth of genuine closeness. More intertwined than they could ever understand, more relatable in their desire for love than they’d ever admit aloud.

Lestat swooping in to rescue me felt like magic, but something about him was off as we were flying back to my home. As I looked up at him he looked so distant and distracted; Until his eyes flickered down at me, he joked,

“Low altitude for you? Don't puke on my coat” trying to lighten the mood from the last flight's chaos. I laugh and continue to watch the sky drift by as we fly under the clouds.

Noticing Lestat's unfocused state as his grip falters slightly. He's too stuck reminiscing about the scene with Gabrielle, his mother. Before Lestat came to get her Lestat was having an argument with his mom:

“You cannot claim I handled Claudia’s death the way my father would-” He felt genuine vexation. 

“Without remorse, it's fine.” She blurted and continued on, 

 “Soon, Louis will come to despise you - just as Nicki did and like everyone else does.” Gabrielle acted as if she was a mother worried for her son's inevitable future.

Lestat’s heart broke a little but he kept it in as his face fell from sorrow into neutrality. Bringing back his resting bitch face he let her get one last sentence out before leaving.

“But I am the only one who truly understands and loves you, because I see what they refuse to see.” Gabrielle adds on, as she goes up to him to hold one cheek with her hand.

Lestat almost melts into it but he silently retreats and flies away to the intern. Having almost hurt himself from his bad flying due to tears swelling up in his eyes. Lestat brushed it off, claiming it's due to the wind.

Then it happens as a wave of guilt slams into him from Claudia to Nicki to Louis all flashing in his mind. His focus wavers as his emotions make him sloppy. One second they’re gliding through the night sky, the next they drop sharply. I gasp and cling onto him instinctively.

Claudia, her pained expression during the execution he orchestrated had haunted him.

Nicki, his first heartbreak was mentally draining seeing his flesh burn.

Louis hadn't died yet but he thought of when he’d see him go.

“Was my mother right…?” Lestat’s voice wavered, rather unusually vulnerable for him. Everyone around Lestat usually ends up horribly dying but was it his fault? No. Maybe. Lestat’s confession spills out in fragments. 

Lestat’s grip tightens almost protectively around me like he's scared of breaking me. Like he might lose me, another person who’ll eventually see him as unlovable. He doesn’t realize his nails are digging into my skin till he pricks me with his nails, making me wince. 

“I don’t like your mom” an empath taking on Lestats pain had me really wanting to say fuck his mom, but his side eye told me everything. 

“We should have dinner” he deflects, flipping moods quickly like the conversation was going sour when I mentioned my distaste for his sweet spot.

Act 2

His mansion loomed closer now, the grand estate coming into view as we descended towards it. Inside was polished marble floors and gilded furniture that felt like a still life of the 18th century. Lestat moved through the mansion, unaware of the silent predator lurking just beyond his perception.

“Woah this is your family home, it's so antique, what are we going to eat?” I say following him into the dining hall.

Lestat pauses, “Blood?”, saying it with an obvious question but he can’t remember where he put the personal stash. “It was stored in this cellar” that stood empty as hell.

He thought about feeding on someone but the intern was just recently turned. Before Lestat could call for a mild glass of O-negative his senses prickled with an instinct he couldn’t quite place. Till it clicked, “Akasha”, the name alone sent a jolt through him. He grabbed the intern's wrist pulling them further into the mansion, making them hide in a closet. 

“Stay quiet.” He hissed for the first time…dead serious. Closing his eyes, tuning into his heightened senses to prepare himself. It terrified me as all we could both think was 

'Akasha is coming.'

Act 3

As soon as Lestat opened his eyes the doors of the mansion burst open off their hinges with a deafening roar. Standing poised was Akasha, the embodiment of divine horror. I slightly opened the door watching. Akasha had eyes of voids that could slaughter and her presence alone seemed to make the air go still. 

The room itself seemed to bow around her as candles flickered and paintings trembled on walls. Having no idea who this is, my heart was pounding so loud I feared Akasha could hear it over the silence.

Lestat doesn’t move an inch. To him this is an omen walking into his home uninvited. 

She stepped forward, raising her hand unleashing a wave of dark pulsating energy. Lestat’s form stiffened, his face contorting in helplessness as an invisible force gripped his mind. He sank to his knees, eyes vacant, unable to resist her telepathic domination.

It’s not an attack.. Just a demonstration. A reminder she could reduce him to nothing with a single thought.

I darted forward out of the closet, rushing over to help desperately. Akasha’s gaze snapped to me and she flickered her finger causing me to crash into the closet breaking the wood. Even as a vampire the pain surged through me. I turned to Lestat looking at him for help with a look of fragility.

Akasha notices Lestat's instincts screaming to lunge forward to shield the intern. His expression twists into a mix of fury and terror helpless to Akasha’s every willpower. Lestat’s own mind becomes a battle ground flashing back to Claudia’s pained expression from the day she died then back to the present.

“Did you think you could save him? You’re nothing but a plaything now.” She used her hand, puppet tearing me, as my body aligned with the movement of her finger. A surreal feeling of both lightness and a wash of fear at the sheer power of the being before me.

Akasha's eyes flickered with dark amusement back to Lestat, “You are a vessel,” she continued with a tone laced with deadly intent.

“A means to an end. I will use you, your music, your influence to reshape this world. Vampires and Humans will bow before the new order I will impose. And you, Lestat, will serve as my instrument.”

The air grew heavy as her face seemed deadpan on Lestat. He looked petrified by her confession and I couldn’t fathom the gravity of her words. No one could.

She whipped her head in my direction, her demeanor shifted into something strangely fascinating. Was it me or was she making me feel this way?

Akasha took me, luring me off my feet towards her and assessed me like an object. I felt this weird sensation overtake me feeling arousal like a rutting wolf. The heat spread from my core outward through my whole body.

Akasha puts me down, eyes narrowing as she studies my face. Her fangs grow from the smell of my stimulating lust. A low hum vibrates in her chest, a mix of curiosity with rising hunger.

Suddenly she leans in close and presses her thumb against my bottom lip. Like a predator catching scent of prey already submitting itself she asks;

“You’re not scared..?” My pupils dilate and I drop to my knees. Something primal snaps inside Akasha, she seems pleased by the pure unbroken submission. One hand grips my jaw firmly, roughly but then she kisses me. Not gentle but deep like she's marking her territory claiming the intern.

The second our lips part I lean forward, clearly intending to go down on her. Akasha tilts her head a bit shocked at the turn of events. No one has ever dared touch her like this, not without permission or fear of punishment. Yet here you are a tiny fledgling with bold promises…trying to worship her Yoni.

Akasha doesn’t speak but her eyes tell her thoughts; ‘One chance’ was all I had. My lips parted softly, going to the skin beneath the surface. My tongue flicked out, tasting her slick fold as I was eager with anticipation. While having my fingertips tracing delicate patterns along Akasha's curves. I felt so delicate with my fluttering movements

The feather light touch wasn’t enough for Akasha, her eyes flashed with impatience as she urgently took the intern, grasping them firmly under her touch. Awakening a deep shiver in the intern as Akasha takes their thighs and parts them.

With a soft growl she presses into my sensitive area, holding me as I face Lestat. She works me till I’m a moaning mess in front of him, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Akasha the whole time watches Lestat’s face; How mixtures of jealousy, arousal, or helplessness arise with different reactions to each sound from the intern.

As the intern gets closer to their climax, Akasha’s annoyance comes back. She tears through the intern's orgasm. Making their legs shake and their whimpers loud. Her reckless frantic movement sends shocks of pleasure rapidly causing the interns to overstimulate. Akasha watches Lestat's reaction to this.

Lestat’ eyes widened, a shiver running down his spine as he watched the intern's body convulse beneath Akasha. His breath hitched and a flicker of something darker in his gaze was admired by Akasha. He was torn between wanting to pull the intern away and the undeniable pull of Akasha’s raw force. 

Act 4

Akasha’s eyes lingered as a slow predatory smile curled on her lips, and in that moment Lestat realized; She wasn’t just using her power on the intern but demonstrating her dominion over everything, including him.

Her desire to shape Lestat into her ideal vessel started with this… Akasha wants a partner and a tool to aid in her conquest.

The intern convulsed on the floor, discarded as Akasha came face to face with lestat inches away. Before she disappeared she had one last speech that bellowed through Lestat ears like a church bell.

“When I return… it will be when you are at your lowest. When you think all has failed, I’ll leave you now. Weak.”

.⋆♱ཐི ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ ཋྀ END LOG

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Interview 4: Night Island

Intro: Having flashbacks to the night you met Daniel and Armand for the first time on the 'Night Island' came with the unexpected horror of your memories. It was your first encounter with a vampire and everything that could go wrong, did.

pairing: Daniel x Reader

subjects: Armand, Daniel Molloy

Warn!ngs: MDNI! Dom Daniel, Sub Reader, Sex worker Reader, Assault, Drug sex: Coke, Fingering, Handjob

words: 1301

.⋆♱ཐི ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ ཋྀ

Act 1

I walked into the locker room getting my clothes on after having done my job. Fixing my smudged makeup and messy hair from the ordeal that transpired. About to leave I got called over by my boss.

Reluctantily, I went over to see this brooding pale man standing at the front desk. His energy was off but so was most of my clients. I brushed that weird ache in my gut off and took his hand, leading him to my private room.

“So do you come here often?” I asked, trying to sound enthusiastic but it was late, my shift was over, and I didn’t give a damn tonight.

He didn’t answer so I assumed he was just a shy individual. I’ve had plenty of introverted sex feins, they play quiet then will have me screaming all night instead of vice versa. He locked the door behind me and I had to mention our business policy that was being violated.

“Sir we can’t lock doors, it’s a safety protocol I can get fired for that”

As he turned around to face me, a shiver ran down my spin. His teeth were razor sharp and he had an expression that made my skin crawl. It was a borderline uncanny valley for my brain, reacting quickly I grabbed the nearest weapon… a lamp. 

“What the fuc-”

I was cut short by the flying body hurling towards me, tackling me to ground before I could even think to swing. The lamp shattered completely and I was yelping now for help. Knowing no one was coming to help me if I didn’t scream the code name, I was about to shout out ‘GLASS!’

Until that prickly feeling of razors digging into my soft skin erupted my thoughts and senses. All I could think was ‘I just wanted to go home.’  as my strength was not enough to push him off. I saw the glass shards from the broken lamp and reached out far. Grabbing a shard and stabbing him in the eye with it.

I jumped up and hauled ass out of pure adrenaline. Running up the emergency staircase instead of down as I knew the exit would alarm and cost me my job. I ran through the nightclub into the hotel, still being rapidly chased. I didn’t have time to think, so I ran into someone's luxury suite. Knowing there would be plenty of hiding spots but when I got in there was just a guy playing pool.

I ran behind him as he jumped from the amount of action happening, "He's trying to kill me?” I shrieked.

The guy who hunted me came into view as we both looked up together in concern as his ragged appearance felt like immediate danger. He growled and launched himself leaping into the air into our direction. As the vampire was in midair, everything I can remember felt like it played in slowmo.

Luckily someone had come out of the bathroom and immediately sped up towards him pushing him into the wall. The rest was a blur of movement that looked like fighting. All I could feel was the air whipping my face and chaos erupting into damaged property for the suite. 

Act 2

The guy was dead, vampires were real, and I got fired from my job. All in the span of an hour. Turns out the other vampire that came out to fight the dude was the owner of this whole place and labeled me ‘endangerment to this establishment’. Kicking me out. 

As I now waited on the beach for the last boat to come at dawn, I had seen that same guy that was at the pool table from earlier sitting contemplating. I was bored having hours till my ride out of here was coming and decided to go over and talk to him about tonight.

We actually had a lot more in common than I thought, becoming friends on the beach. 

“What’s your name?” I had asked after getting more comfortable with the guy.

“Daniel Molloy” He said and shook my hand slowly, I could tell he was high.

Me and Daniel talked about vampires and love eventually stopping when I mentioned he was my type… Is what I thought, before he kissed me. His tongue had drug remenants still on them, making me a coked out happy fucker.

I buzzed with so much artificial euphoria I had a sloppy makeout with Daniel falling over him as his hands roamed over my body with the same sensual touch. His fingers traced my waist down to my hips and lower. His hands went under the fabric of clothes as I leaned into his touch.

Daniel lifted his finger to her lips and I sucked on them obediently. Warm mouth had saliva pooling around his fingertips. Then he spit on it and the glistening wet sound came from him finally pressing inside one finger.

My body jerked and I giggled in excitement. Hips jolted in a sweet surprise, as Daniel found it adorable to see. The slow circles were growing deeper and the squelch sound from him adding more spit was gross but hot. I couldn’t stop giggling between gasping moans and all my nerves allowed me to come undone rather weakly. Thinking we could go on round two-

Well… Being on coke and having sex don’t work as neither of us could come to a climax. We sat there, I jerked Daniel off as we tried mutual stimulation but none of it worked. My adrenaline was too high to focus on pleasure and he was just too high.

In the end we just laughed it off and before he left to go back into the paradise that was ‘Night Island’ Daniel gave me his business card. I happily took it, not expecting to use it at all.

That whole time I didn’t know the broadening bitch, that I would soon come to find out was Armand, watched the entire scene of us on the beach.

Act 3

“You’re such a creep” I told Armand, exhaling as I finished recounting the sensitive memory. Young intern and Young Daniel were a great duo after that.

Armand stood there silently, but his jaw tightened slightly. Not in anger but more like guilt. Weird as awkward tension as just about to settle, I jumped in;

“But thank you for saving us.” Very slim moments of gratitude towards Armand were rarely given but especially by me.

Daniel glanced at Armand, surprised by the intern's softness. Even Armand’s cold exterior flickered just slightly, as an extra quiet  “You’re welcome” came out. Followed by his gaze looking elsewhere, too proud to admit that small thanks mattered to him.

“You know you really should’ve gone to therapy for your scaring encounter with your first vampire.” Daniel said, trying to shed light on the situation.

“Yeah we can both go so you can talk about your transformational trauma-” I said knowing even vampires need therapy.

As a good shift in their relationship as a trio was felt, the absurdity of Lestat strutting inside to pick up the intern like it was a day care became a reality.

In walked Lestat;  “Mon Petit intern! Time to go home!” 

He walked right up to the intern and grabbed their face with both hands, squishing their cheeks planting two dramatic kisses on them. He suddenly scooped the intern up in bridal style.

Lestat looked towards Daniel and Armand thinking ‘Look what I’m doing! Isn’t this adorable?’ before leaving. Having Daniel snort and Armand pinch the bridge of his nose. With that the intern was whisked away.

Armand yanked Daniels shirt over his head and Daniel kicked off his shoes. Now that the two were alone again…

Things could pick up right where they left off.

.⋆♱ཐི ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ ཋྀ END LOG

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Interview 3: The Lions Den.

Intro: Walking into the Lions Den is no easy feat. Especially when the sounds of pleasure are coming from your maker and his owner, luring you in.

pairing: Armand x Reader x Daniel

subjects: Armand, Daniel Molloy

Warn!ngs: MDNI! Dom Armand, Dom Daniel, Sub Reader, Double Penetration: Anal Penetration & Oral Sex, choking

words: 1763

.⋆♱ཐི ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ ཋྀ

Act 1

I opened the unlocked door bracing for chaos as I knew Armand, the all knowing, was awaiting. Firstly I scoped the scenery out making sure nothing was in the darkness of the house but as I went farther in I heard faint music. Jazz music played as I got to the corridor of the huge but cozy room filled with very dim warm lighting.

The weird thing is the closer I got the more faint sounds of... Pleasure was heard and I thought 'Oh My God I swear if he's getting cracked..." But then I thought about if I should enter right now.

Being really nosy I went to peek around the corner getting a full glimpse of Armand stroking his erection on the leather couch. With a slight messy look from his afterglow that made his skin gleam under the light in such a way that made me audibly gasp.

Not paying any mind to Daniel right now. As my brain short circuited, but having been caught brought me out of my mind. Armand smirked before calling out my maiden name, while still giving his full attention to the naked Daniel that sat rambling things to him.

I took a breath fully trying to prepare myself physically to go into that room but mostly mentally. My only goal was to not be tripped up by Armand,

'He hated me right' is what I thought to myself or reminded myself because if it was any different I would've walked into that room and pounced on him.

Act 2

From then I walked in looking all around the room before ever deciding to look at them. The ceiling detail, although super intricate, had caught my attention for a few minutes.

"Daniel, I thought you were being strung up. I had Lestat fly me over to get to you as fast as possible"

Daniel had laughed, then I heard a tap on the coffin he was sitting on. As if gesturing for me to take a seat next to him. I finally looked down to catch a glimpse at the scene before me.

Armand had a cover over his area as he caught my eye first but I looked away as he caught me. Then Daniel had a robe on, sitting atop a rather luxuriously looking coffin.

"Who's coffin is this?" I looked going towards it until-

"It Is Mine." The velvety smooth delivery from Armand came in still confident and strong as ever.

I did a 360 towards the chair in the corner of the room, that felt more like a cuck chair to a hotel room.

"oh." side eyeing him hard as I'm actively listening to Daniel Yap about how that text meant he was going to basically be railed by Armand.

"Well I figured that out rather quickly" I say smugly before being shut down by Daniel

"Not quick enough." Got me there as I was about to get up to leave.

"Stay" is not loud from Armand, just impossible to ignore. Like an order.

I hesitated, tense a bit now. As Daniel stayed silent. I stayed only because I thought disobedience wouldn't be the right option now.

"You really thought I was in danger" genuine confusion mixed with amusement.

"Well Armand isn't the most gentle creature, he has a history of hurting you I just-" Then my mouth snapped shut mid sentence.

"No." Armand silenced them with his mind, with effortless power he made the interns voice stop. Like a switch had flipped, they couldn't speak or even form words in the head.

I felt my neck as if it was my problem, as my eyes widened. Daniel winced slightly, like he knew exactly what that felt like. Armand didn't react past a head tilt coldly toward the intern. Then turned back to Daniel like she no longer existed.

Act 3

After sitting there for what felt like an hour, Armand and Daniel had ignored me completely. Feeling awkwardly trapped now as I got up, before it got weirdly intimate, walking toward them as I had to get to the door.

Then something snapped them back to reality. Maybe Armand finally remembered they were still in the room or maybe Daniel felt guilty seeing his intern just existing while they were about to make out. Either way they stopped. Armand pulled back from where he was about to kiss Daniel.

They both slide their eyes over toward the intern at the same time. The air thickened as they both exchanged a look. Having a silent conversation passing between them in a span of a second.

Then Armand reached out, not toward Daniel, but towards the intern. His finger gently curled around my wrist, pulling me closer with effortless strength. Daniel didn't protest, in fact he shifted slightly to make room on the coffin for them.

No words were said at first, expectation hanging heavy in the air. Till Armand's eyes flickered down to the interns lips, then back up. A clear invitation as he soothed,

"Join Us."

Act 4

Armand's lips were first, cool at the first touch but burned with passion. He became more possessive, deepening the kiss. Before I could even catch my breath Daniel leaned in from the other side. His mouth met mine just as eagerly, warmer than Armands but still so hungry.

Two pairs of lips claiming me all at once becoming a bit sloppy but albeit so hot. The three of us tangled together on top of the coffin. Fingers cupping faces and moving through hair, hair getting messy. Hands grabbing fabric, fabric falling to the floor. Soft moans muffled by kisses, kisses nipped by fangs when someone got too eager.

As we all pulled away a saliva string connected from one mouth to the next. A three way saliva trail told us everything before clothes ended up being discarded.

Daniel was the first to initiate as his hand slid under my shirt while his mouth stayed locked in on our deep kiss. Shivers ran down my spine and I grew extra sensitive from feeling this.

Then Armand moved firmly pushing Daniel off the coffin as he kissed along his neck. Getting up off the coffin, trailing down his skin until he reached Daniel's stomach. Without breaking eye contact with me, he began unbuttoning Daniels pants.

Armand turned slightly toward me pulling me by my hips at the same time. One hand trailing up my spine in slow strokes. A silent promise of what was to come.

Act 5

I was on my knees facing the sides of the coffin, looking up at Daniel. Armand was already balls deep inside of me as I adjusted. His body moved with a rhythm that matched the heat between us. His hands gripped my hips hard, so sweet and possessive, I thought to myself;

'This is what Daniel is so freaked out about Armand.'

He guided my motions. As his lips found mine again and again in messy kisses whenever he deemed me;

'good pet' leaning down. He cupped my face making me look up at Daniel.

My mouth opened on instinct, I was acting like such a slut but I loved it too much to worry about it. Daniel had kissed me, while unraveling his robe. Still bouncing atop Daniel's maker had my brain turning to mush.

Armand lifted a hand towards Daniel's hair , tangling it as they made out. I took initiative to grab Daniel's cock. I took him into my mouth with my lips wrapping around gently at first. Gradually deepening having Daniel gasp above me.

His hand flew to my hair almost reflexively, back arching with every flick of my tongue. Armand's eyes darkened with approval, then he learned that every time he thrust it would make me gag from Daniel hitting the back of my throat.

Armand's glossed over eyes changed to a smirk as he bucked his hips into me, every snap of Armand's hips making Daniel groan from the vibrations of my mouth. The combo created such heavy breathing that filled the room like a symphony and moans like prayers.

The climax hit hard as a truck and all three of them came in waves of pleasure. First Daniel, as his back arched with pleasure seeing his juice run down my mouth. Hands tightening in my hair.

Then Armand followed, his usual control shattering into pure ecstasy. As he buried himself deep into me, clinging onto my hips pressing me skin to skin with him. His ragged gasps sent me coming undone from how close he was to my ear.

Sandwiched between them, I was a trembling mess of sensation overload. Every nerve having been overstimulated made the release of cum feel so good. The thrumming coming from my body made me jolt in aftershocks from the intensity of it all.

The silence after was bliss for a few moments of just gasps and panting. Maybe this day would end on a good note.

Act 6

Speaking way too soon as Armand's demeanor changed subtly at first, from his jaw tightening to a flicker in his eyes. He glanced from the intern who was withered on top of his coffin to Daniel who was exhausted on the couch.

Jealousy for Armand came in clashing waves this time it hit hard. Armand began realizing Daniel had sheared himself with someone else. Not just anyone, but with this fucking sex worker turned fledgling turned whatever the hell the intern was now.

In a flash Armand moved with lethal intent, grabbing the intern's throat. I gasped as Armand's fingers closed around my throat. My hands were flying up tugging at him to let go. His expressions were detached even after they shared intimacy.

Daniel reacted instantly, "ARMAND!" ,as he launched and shoved himself between them. His palms pressed hard against Armand's chest, trying to push him back. Vampires didn't budge easily, Armand didn't let go but wasn't fully crushing their windpipe just yet.

"Why are you doing this?!" he shoved Armand again harder this but he only chose to step back and let go.

I dropped to my knees gasping for air as they continued arguing.

"They touched what's mine."

He spoke with such calm cold honesty I thought;

'damn I really might die tonight.'.

I drowned out what they were saying, getting dressed until Daniel brought up Miami.

I gasped thinking about the past and how horrid it had been for me until meeting Daniel. I spoke up...

"Night Island."

.⋆♱ཐི ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ ཋྀ END LOG

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Interview 2 : I Bet. I Bet!

Intro: Daniel is missing. Lestat needs the intern's help with a legal divorce case against Louis. What could go wrong with two past lovers coming together to mend their end of the road.

pairing: Lestat x Louis (Reader Watches)

subjects: Lestat de Lioncourt, Louis de pointe du lac

Warn!ngs: MDNI! Dom Lestat, Sub Louis, topping, vampire ejaculation, (blood) vomit, flying sex

words: 1975

.⋆♱ཐི ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ ཋྀ

Act 1

I was waiting for Daniel to get back to me for days. After he went missing ever since we saw lestat at the concert backstage he wont return my calls. I am slowly descending into madness with each text message I send.

“Why won’t you respond EUGH" beyond annoyed but was cut short with a random number calling me. Usually I don't answer these unknown callers because of scammers but I had hoped it was Daniel from another line.

“Hello” no response my irritation level growing as I went to hang up-

“I have a very special meeting with a former lover and need it to be documented for my sanity” 

I knew exactly who was on the line but two questions posed in my head:

'Why Me?'

'Would i really dismiss my search for Daniel to play interviewer for Lestat?'

I had great answers to both question:

'I don't have a fucking clue'

2. 'Well...Yes since I have no leads' But I did express concerns for Daniel to Lestat on the line.

“Daniel? Oh darling… Daniel is currently playing house with that brooding little bastard Armand." He waved his hand dismissively “Honestly, You think I'd trust him to handle something this tedious? Please?" His voice dropped an octave lower with dramatic flair.

“Besides, if I asked Daniel right now? He'd probably send me some passive aggressive text about ‘boundaries’ or whatever nonsense they’re into these days.”

I slapped my head in realization that my maker was getting his back blown out by his maker… “Christ so there..”

Lestat's eyes lit up with wicked amusement at the intern's exasperated tone. He clapped his hands together once “ohhh, that voice” he cooed. 

“Fine I can do the interview just give me the address, date, and time”

Lestat’s entire demeanor shifted in an instant like a CEO about to drop critical intel, “Ah! Perfect!. Here we go.” With the speed of someone who waited for this exact moment he rattled off the details:

“The interview is tomorrow at 3PM. The address is–eugh I’ll just text it to you” Beep..Beep..Beep.

I just rolled my eyes, at lestat hanging up the phone, until an hour later I received a text message about the location's address and a notification that I had to arrive for my flight first thing in the morning at 8AM to go to New Orleans. 

I went to pack my stuff up, not prepared for this unexpected trip to the french quarter.

Act 2

After I arrived in New Orleans for the first time, I was picked up by some random guy in a black tailored suit holding a tablet reading “Mon ange” (My Angel)

I knew Lestat was behind this as the guy came up to me, taking my luggage and showing me to this sleek luxurious black SUV. The backseat had a baggie full of my lunch from ‘Cafe Dumaine’ with a note reading in beautiful cursive:

 ‘Eating this while helping me fix my mess? You’re an angel. ~ L. ‘

I enjoyed my meal pulling up to the office as the SUV dropped me off in front of the interview location getting straight to business.

The tailored guy tells me “He's inside.” Ominously and pulls off in the SUV with my luggage in the car. I just assumed it’ll arrive at my room before I do…hopefully.

I walk inside knowing I’ll walk out of this place differently bracing myself for the drama clutching only my pen, notebook, and tape recorder.

Act 3

Sat at the table was Louis and his lawyer, seeing Louis after a while was nice. I smiled walking expecting there to be a blonde malevolent being across from him but nothing.

“So he's late to his own divorce amendment." I just shook my head, taking a seat at this rather small break room table.

Right on cue the doors wooshed open and in came Lestat dressed a mess. Wearing shades basically stomping inside the room with thick ass boots. I’m so irritated.

Lestat strolled shoulder to shoulder back and chin lifted like he owned the place. Sliding onto his chair across from Louis. I noticed his lawyer was used to this very eccentric performance he constantly gives.

Across sat Louis, looking both out of it and entertained knowing this was only the beginning of something crazy about to go down.

Lestat didn't even glance at the papers yet. First it was dramatic silence. Then he slowly took off his shades. Placing it on the table with exaggerated care. With one word uttered being 

“So.”

I answered, quipped my tape recorder and got ready for this to begin “‘So… Lestat what are we doing here.”

Lestat's lips curled up as he leaned back in his chair..staring at Louis. “What are we doing here?” he echoed, “Oh Mon ange… We’re signing divorce papers."

Shocked me having known how dramatic Lestat can be and remembering my past violent encounter with Louis's other lover I knew something was brewing I just hoped it wasn't a fight.

A moment passed but his tone shifted lighter as he playfully asked Louis; “Unless you’ve changed your mind? You wanna stay married? Share coffins again?”

Louis' face did something complicated almost like he found it baffling and funny at the same time. He did not respond, giving Lestat his answer without speaking.

Lestat gestured to the stack of documents between them “That's what I thought, lets get this over with.”

Act 4

After lots of little digs and boring paperwork being handled between the two lawyers they finally finished successfully without cutting each other's throats. Surprisingly.

Until Lestat mentioned Louis' ignorance of canoodling with Armand after Claudia's death. It had me questioning as well but I knew this would become a shit show.

The air in the room snapped like a live wire and the once calm siren environment of lawyers went still. Louis' soft green eyes hardened into something icy making even the lawyers freeze mid step.

Lestat saw it. The way Louis jaw tightened, the flicker of something raw and defensive flashing across his face. Making Lestat cackle in his chair.

“Santiago I could understand at least he had a presence but Armand???” Lestat quips hunched over the table.

I looked to Louis as he tried to stay as calm as possible not letting emotions get in the way like his counterpart sitting across from him. He answered, "I'm happy to discuss Armand if you think that would help you, Lestat.”

I am happy that at least now they are addressing their past but also growing weary of the rise in the tone of their voices as they go on. Something about a second home and something about a bridge but the facade of composed emotions snap.

The question posed was ‘who held the wheel harder’ . I would've laughed but tensions were high.

“Yeah. Writing numbers on each other's back and pretending to guess them wrong." Louis states, I found it more sarcastic but Lestat definitely did not. 

“I bet.” Lestat says rather calming, I let my breath ease thinking 'I expected him to-'

Then my face, as soon as I saw Lestat's big mouth open ready to spew his venom, went dreary knowing we are hitting the cusp of nonsense.

“I BET!” I covered my ears as he shouted. Looking at Louis as I noticed he slightly touches his handsome ass lawyer for stability, not just to make Lestat jealous. It Worked.

Act 5

Things escalated from Lestat kicking out the lawyers (who grabbed the divorce papers rather quickly) to the desk somehow being split in half, every poster now torn to shreds, and Lestat reenacting something pivotal in the chaos of their past mimickingly to Louis

I didn’t say a word. I sat leaned back on the chair avoiding things that came flying towards my direction, not intentionally. Until I had enough of their stupid bickering and violence against this nice office space. 

“ENOUGH!” I shouted loudly drawing them to silence and finally after so long their attention.

For three whole seconds? No one moved, it was the longest few seconds of serenity for me.

“There has to be a better way to resolve this issue. Both of you seem to be so stuck in the past. Each side can share their troubling thoughts and the other side… respectfully (looking at Lestat)... can answer back completely honest”

Lestat pouted like a kid and sighed. Louis cleared his throat awkwardly but nodded.

They both looked rather tired of going in circles and were willing to try talking it out…Shocking. 

“You go first.” Lestat pointed at Louis and crossed his arms. I was thinking, 'Finally.'

Act 6

After they weirdly talked it out they begin talking it through… yes I mean they were fucking.. Rather making up not love just up… Literally up in the sky.

Lestat had taken Louis up towards the clouds, I don't know why but Louis actually looked petrified to be taken off the ground by Lestat. I was watching them from inside the room they had flown through the ceiling hovering about 50 feet in the air. 

I couldn’t make out what they were saying but they were making out rather happily. Good for them. Lestat had now been topping Louis as he was giving little love bites to his neck. Louis had one hand stretched back in Lestat’s hair guiding him.

I got a notification on my phone reading:

"Armand Is Trying To Kill Me Help.”

- Sent from Daniels Iphone

Seeing the coordinates, sent to me, all the way in Miami made me anxious for Daniel. Now I feel I must save the day, I think hard then I find a solution. Lestat can fly!

I looked up and before I could even think ‘What is that’ came flying down falling on my face vampire ejaculation. I screeched louder than I ever had before. I ran grabbing anything to wipe it off as they had begun lowering back into the room without a clue in the world.

“You good?” Louis asks me and Lestat instigates and says “Oops” as they process why I’m so frantic. They look to the intern then to each other then back to the intern again.

“Fuck you mean oops” as i was about to turn on my heels to stomp out of this room; I remembered Daniel is in trouble. 

“I need you to fly me to Miami." Showing him the google map directions on my phone.

Lestat didn’t even question it. Without a word, Lestat strode forward towards the intern. His speed towards me acting as a jumpscare, irregulated my breathing. Lestat scoops the intern into his arms then- Whoosh.

Lestat flew low over rooftops at first then out of New Orleans he sped up like a bullet.

Having not flown before I got nauseous, clinging to Lestat. Arriving in Miami airspace had my stomach lurching and had me gagging. Then fully throwing up blood all over Lestat’s jacket.

He skidded to a stop on the beach near Daniels coordinates and looked down at the intern with wide eyes. It caused a scene for the few people on the beach so Lestat took off directly to Daniel's location after scaring those poor beach goers.

Lestat dropping the intern off at the Lions den gets in front of them, saying “Stay behind me.” 

Then he gets a call not knowing who it is I listen intently, Lestat answers “Maman?”. Beat of silence, as he listens then dramatically flickers around facing me now. 

“I have to go.” grabbing both of my hands urgently. 

“What about me?!” My eyes grew wide knowing id have to go on this mission alone.

“I’ll come back. As soon as I can.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and disappeared into the night sky.

All I could think to myself was

"Fuck."

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Interview 1 : White Lines & Love Lies

Intro: Living as a fledgling is already hard enough but now my boss, Daniel Molloy, has an interview with the vampire Lestat. He wants back up but what could go wrong. . .

pairing: Lestat x Reader

subjects: Daniel Molloy , Lestat de Lioncourt

Warn!ngs: MDNI! Dom Lestat, Sub Reader, Drug use, High Reader, Drunk Reader, Biting, Blood, Cervix/Anal floor tear, Cunnilingus, (too) hard penetration

words: 2595

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ACT 1

Daniel sits currently in deep thought about the tour poster in his hands before a vibration comes from his phone pulling him out. He tilts his head at the random number before doing what every good journalist does, answers the call of the unknown...

"Hello", he scratches his neck ready to hang up on the scam call

"You forgot to mention how beautiful I am"

Daniel confused not recognizing the voice at all goes off, "Listen buddy lose my number and blow me"

Before he could hang up a velvety laughter rings through the phone until it abruptly cuts off. Getting serious from the other line...

"I'd love to meet you Daniel Malloy"

Daniel getting a bit creeped out now, "Who are you"

“I’m the reason you’ll cancel whatever dull thing you had planned. Lestat. Midnight. My sanctum. One ticket and Try not to disappoint me.”

Lestat hangs up the phone swiftly leaving Daniel in awe, his first solo encounter with the terrifying sole purpose of the chaos he profited off. It was sooner than later Daniel would now have to step into the den and come face the apex predator.

"oh. . ." a mix of shock but excitement crept in as he got ready for the unplanned concert night. He knew he needed back up just in case things got out of hand. He grabbed his phone calling up the one person he knew fully had his back. The caller ID reading, 'Problem Intern (Unpaid)', before he proceeded to call.

ACT 2

I shuffle around in bed overstimulated hearing the engines from the cars on the street, random heartbeats, and the pipes draining in my loft apartment.

"What did he do to me", beyond annoyed.

I just put on my nose canceling headphones, trying not to lose my mind. Shoving my face into my pillow before a vibration from my phone goes off. I turn to it seeing the caller ID read, 'Podcast Papi' , answering quickly.

"Hiiii", smiling waiting for the other line of the phone

". . . Hi", grumpy but what's new. "We have plans tonight, we're going to lestat's concert"

My stomache drops, he cant mean like lestat- the real problem to all this madness. "You're joking right, that guys insane"

Daniel laughs and tell her the entire plan to her reluctance she knows this is great press. They eventually get all ready over facetime picking out outfits. This is a big moment for both of them but especially Daniel, the fit has to be tea.

As the intern the fit is a sexy tailored suit- fitted at top blazer with a flair at the bottom pants and some sharp pointed heels. Daniel wears black pants and a leather jacket with black boots. They were finally ready to enter the belly of the beast.

ACT 3

They arrive outside the concert venue where fans are buzzing outside all dressed to the nines. Everything is exaggerated and screams Lestat's concert. Daniel walks up to the front of the line and says his name, immediately being let in given his VIP wristband but when the intern tries to walk in they get stopped.

"You didn't get me one" looking at Daniel inside the club from outside.

Daniel's eyes go big and he smiles slightly, "You didn't ask for one".

"So I wait in line", scoffs shaking my head.

"Ill meet you on the other side", as he walks off into the concert hall.

After waiting for what seemed like hours with the Lestat Lunatics outside they finally started letting in people. Walking into the venue was just as crazy as the line. People poured in screaming with posters and-

"Oh my bad I wasn't paying attention" I told the lady I blindly walked into.

The old hag was a shock to see at such a lively and chaotic scene, especially how she stood observing the crowd. Before she even mentioned my existence she muttered "He does love an audience, even when hes pretending"

"Are you high" it came out ruder than I wanted but I was confused by her attendance.

"He ruins whatever he touches" and just like that the blonde hag walked off. I knew this was going to be a weird ass night.

Then I get a text from Daniel to go upstairs to go to the VIP balcony, "getting invited in like a pimp" as we both laugh. Settled into our spots, the concert lights dim, and the roar of the crowd takes a hit on our ears.

I shriek until Daniel hands me earplugs to lighten the noise pollution I just had to endure. "Couldn't give these to me earlier" shaking my head.

The concert was truly a violation to see for both the intern and Daniel with Lestat in a fully gold outfit that assaulted the eyes in the most absurd way. The crowd devoured every second of it. Not even realizing throughout Lestat's set Daniel had serious moments of eye contact with him. Then the venue lights came on and the crowd cleared out. The drag was finally over.

ACT 4

The entire VIP section gets moved by staff down and backstage to Lestat's dressing room. His door already shut with bass pumping through the walls from the inside. Once open walks out THE Vampire Lestat. He gives out his autographs down the line until its Daniel, he stops staring at him, "come on in" directs to the dressing room.

I follow Daniel and Lestat turns at me, Daniel quickly reassures Lestat that i'm with him and lets me in the dressing room too. We see the disturbing state of the room as a fan, laid out, gets lifted out the room. Theirs multiple white lines on the table but we just start setting up our equipment for the interview.

"What the hell is that blood-", "Yes" I jump out of my skin as Lestat some how appears behind me. He laughs and signals hes going to the bathroom.

"You think he disinfects this place" looking around the mess

Daniel fixes his glasses and takes a deep breath, "I think he replaces"

"He's going to eat us. . ."

"He won't"

"How do you know" I feel my skin crawling in anticipation for that freak to come in at any time

"Because" Daniel adjusts the mic "He invited us"

Daniel picks up the empty vodka bottle off the table, throwing it out as Lestat enters. He sits in his seat,

"I'm recording now" Daniel starts the tapes.

"So the great vampire Lestat has proclaimed a problem with my work"

Lestat's eyes shift between the intern and Daniel, "You let a grieving man turn me into a caricature"

Daniel shifts his head, "You did kill people, especially what was her name again"

I step in "Claudia", Lestat's head eerily turns to the intern sizing her up after bringing up memories hes been trying to bury through the same white lines he just took another hit of.

"That wasn't the complain. He told you I was the villain but who taught him how to bare his teeth like a killer" Lestat turns back to Daniel "See he isn't the victim, my story deserves to be told"

"You had your chance" Daniel retorts

Lestat stops moving dead pan on Daniel "No, I was denied mine, but now your here and you will listen"

I stepped forward "but they painted you as this abusive partner that destroyed relationships"

"They?" Lestat fiends innocence "They were never going to last and what would you call eternity with a man who resented your every breath?"

"Hell" I step back as Daniel pipes up,

"If you could say for the record, Did you solely save Louis on that trial?"

Lestat looks away "I loved him"

Then Lestat preceded to tell his entire side of what he called 'the greatest lovestory of the century' on record. At this point I took a seat fully engrossed by the drama, While Daniel pointed out all the inconsistency.

"He was so boring... He was extraordinary... He was weak...He was my greatest love"

Daniel looks at me, "yeah hes definitely not over it"

"I'm eternal, I don't get over anything", Once lestat was finished with his telenovela, he threw everyone off with the question he asked "do you do drugs?"

ACT 5

Recorder clicks off. Silence fills the air, finally the interns ears aren't ringing. The intern would calm down if it wasn't for how Lestat was eyeing his prey while both were too relaxed for their own good. After conversations rolled off script and Champaign glasses clinked the night finally felt all right.

I look at Lestat, "You cannot be real your so terrifying but oh so beautiful" my eyes wander across his entire body.

Daniel tries to rein in "Oookay. Thats enough mythology for tonight intern"

"but its' not just his charisma every room lights up- like its doing right now for him"As I look around to see the colors of the room gleam like never before. I fear I am too far gone.

Daniel still relaxed in his chair with glossy glasses, "You're mistaking stage presence with divinity"

Lestat finally chims in, ignoring Daniel, sitting up in his chair eyeing the intern

"Am I?"

Daniel exhales, but is cut off by his phone vibrating

Lestat finally fully observed the intern figures "You've already tasted eternity, haven't you?"

I smile and nod slowly

"care to compare" Lestat finally gets out his chair picking the intern up into his arm bridal style

Daniel finally gets up too, "dont hurt them be gentle Lestat, I have to take this call real quick" he walks out the door

Lestat just observes the beyond high as a kite intern who could be the greatest pet for him to keep around on tour now that hes thinking about it.

I bite him softly and slowly as he lets me. As he leans in and marks my neck. The sensation, especially high, makes me feel so floaty and loved. Hes going to fuck up my self perception of him later on but for now he's everything I need.

"I need you" I whisper without a care not realizing the weight that saying holds in this moment.

He puts me down and Lestat starts thinking about something. Before he envelopes me wraping his arms around my waist pulling me in. He nicks me, with a smirk and a laughter

"You say it so carelessly" he starts marking my skin everywhere, "and yet it sounds like a vow"

Lestat starts undoing and slightly ripping the interns clothes in a repressed like manner. The high intern has the most jolly smile on their face so ready for what's about to happen.

Then Daniel comes in, "I have to go now, intern are you coming?"

I lazily shake my head caught in the rise of pleasure, and Daniel just rolls his eyes looking at Lestat, " I'm going to talk with my maker"

"Talk. . ." Even Lestat knows what that means for those two.

The door shuts. Silence thickens.

Lestat steps closer again, not rushing, stripping the intern until their bare before him. He admires his work. His fingers trace down her arm, not a tease but an assess.

"You're quivering little flame" he murmurs

"I'm not"

A faint smile "You are"

He circles them slowly, predatory gaze never leaving their figure. Not hunger but adoration. Ownership without asking for it. "You bit boldly I'll give you that". Lestat brushes the interns curves, "But you react like you've never been handled"

His touch is warm against their cool skin. Testing how much they'll give.

I lift my chin to meet his gaze, "So handle me"

That makes him pause, then he laughs pleased by that. Stepping in closer where the space between them is no more. He leans down, mouth sucking on their collarbone.

I drag my nails down his back as I feel his hand go between my thighs. His hand moves slowly over my area, mapping me like territory he intends to memorize. Then he slicks up my pre-cum and puts his fingers into his mouth slowly, teasingly tasting me right in front of my face.

"You taste extraordinary", he says quietly, "And mon cœur… it takes everything in me not to show you what that truly awakens".

I arch into him and he rewards it. As I feel him push through my folds on the outside causing the sensation to go straight to my head. I lead my head on his chest as he inserts the tip, leaving me aching around it. Lestat controlling the pace and pressure of how steady it is goes deeper into me. My cries of pleasure ringing out in the dressing room.

He just admires what mess he has made me, from the drugs to him undoing me from the outside in.

I'm put in a heavinly trance from pleasure until im reminded who I'm dealing with

"Look at me now" he commands albeit softer than it sounds

I do just that, being easy as pie, smiling up at him

"Good" he whipsers biting my earlobe, "dont hide it"

The room feels smaller and hotter for a split second before he decides hes back to being a menace. As he fully bring himself all the way out of me before slamming into me.

Taking me all the way out of my high for more than a split second, I catch my breath in my throat. The nastiest squeal that leaped out of me.

"oooh did I scare you again" he tilts his head while looking down at me

Before I realized it I could feel something drip down my leg, the inner pain felt both bad but pleasurable. Until Lestat pulled out of me, then the fantasy crumbled and the high fell low.

"Oh honey your bleeding" he admires the amount of red that drips down from their insides down their leg.

Reality finally hits me he just shoved himself so deep in me that his fucking shaft teared my floor. My annoyance flooded my high real quick.

"What the fuck-"

He starts pinning me to the ground, my confusion etched on my face entirely. Until Lestat laps at the blood from my leg up to my tear. I winced but was too breathless from how he worked me. His tongue lapped at my sensitive spots so sweetly it made me cum... yes a mix of blood and cum... just what that demon needed

"S-stop y-you're overstimulating me" I giggle loving every moment and shoving his face deeper even though I throw my head back. My legs begin shaking and I physically break.

"Fuck Lestat-" finally understanding the hype around this man, he was an eater.

After all of this he gives me aftercare by letting me use his tour showers and giving me fresh clothes. Specifically the tour merch but hey who can complain after THE Lestat just made my entire night.

We don't part until hours later when he needs to go to the next city for his next concert and I have to find where my maker went off too. As we part ways for now Lestat gives me his contact just in case he needs a sexy interviewer for backup

"backup. . .?"

"yeah just in case I have to take my ex to court or some strange meeting with our lawyers you never know"

He hands me a couple hundreds in cash, "that's for the medical bills... but hey at least you survived me plenty can't say the same"

"Don't flatter yourself, Lestat"

.⋆♱ཐི ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ ཋྀ END LOG

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Interview 0 : Two Vampires and an OSHA Violation

Intro: After my first pre-interview as an intern for Daniel Molloy all hell breaks lose. His subjects start fighting each other in their penthouse like two mad men. My boss starts giving me weird glances like hes sorry for something in advanced, what the hell did i get myself into. . .

pairing: Louis x Reader x Armand

subjects: Daniel Molloy , Armand , Louis de Pointe du Lac

Warn!ngs: MDNI! Dom Louis, Sub controlling Reader, Dom Armand, nsfw, blood, spitplay, dual penetration, domestic violence, wounds, biting, fighting sluts

words: 2,242

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ACT 1

I had to get the hell out of there. The second Daniel pulled away from my neck, I didn't even register he had just bite me. HE BITE ME. I stumbled back, trembling meeting his eyes, wild but stunned- like he couldn't believe what he just did.

But I could, Oh I definitely could.

"What the fuck-"

Not waiting for the elevator, I dashed to the staircase. With every thrash from the penthouse the sound fainted into the background to the loud pounding of my heart. As I booked it down the flights of stairs. Reaching the bottom with a gasp.

As you ran out the building you didn't hear Daniel call after you. Or maybe you did and ignored him. Muttering to yourself, "I'm just the intern" as your breath quickened almost like a panic attack.

Daniel right behind you, faster than you thought possible, shouting your name. The rage consumed you causing you to face Daniel even when your gut screamed to turn around. Daniel shakingly,

"Wait! Please, don't run from me. I-I didn't mean to-God, I'm so sorry."

He takes a hesitant step, his movements filled with regret.

"I didn't want to hurt you, I wanted to protect yo-"

You spurted out

"I could never forgive you for this, I don't care how much of an emotional wreck you are"

Daniel's voice faltered admitting the cold hard truth,

"I felt like a pawn in their game both rejected and trying to fight back, I became the very monster I feared I'd never be"

As an intern your empathy was a skill somewhat needed for the job and for right now this confession showed the vulnerability that made you Crack. With no words just a simple look of (little) sympathy.

He gestures back toward the penthouse

"Look, just...please. Go back up and check on Louis. I'd do it myself, but I can't-not like this. But I need someone there. Please. For me."

You glare at him shouting

"This is the last favor, I QUIT" as you shoulder check him and stomp your way to the elevator. Flashing your middle finger at him as the elevator door closes. Sealing your doom.

ACT 2

The elevator doors slid open with a hollow ding, with the room wrecked beyond comparison to the dull penthouse that once was. Broken crystal from the chandeliers scattered on the marble floor. Broken windows, the cold night seeping in creating a chilling breeze straight to your spine.

Not to mention now sold figure that stood eerily still. Like a lifeless statue carved by something that feared what it made it. Armand stood still as stone, his silhouette framed by the moonlight that creeped in through the torn curtains. His eyes were a void.

Unintentionally causes your breathing to scatter from just how silent he was. Then he moved, just tilting his head but that shouldn't be as terrifying as it was. Armand knew you were coming before you did.

"You shouldn't be here"

The words barley settles as Armand lunges faster than both your body and mind can comprehend. Your heart in your ass and your nervous system going into shock.

Just as his hands closed inches from your face, Louis barrels him.

Time slows, as Armand's fingers graze your collarbone. Everything around you are turning back into a violent war, the floor beneath cracks, the Pillers split, and every time they collide theirs a literal disturbance in the air.

But your frozen... As you hear Armands laugh it awakens you

"oh hell no"

You try to crawl, the ground shattering beneath you. Louis not caring fueled by frustration throws Armand across the room very close to you. As his body skids, his hand brushes your ankle, and for a moment his eyes meet yours,

"You tremble so beautifully. I wonder how you'd break"

Then he goes back into the fight, pulled by Louis who doesn't stop. Doesn't speak and doesn't even look at you.

And you realize- you weren't saved but spared.

ACT 3

The room feels too quiet but the smoke from the dust caught in your throat. As you start to feel faint was it the cracked plaster of the environment or the lack of blood you would have to indulge in.

Regardless of your opinion, you're still on the floor and the blood on your collarbone made you question if it's yours or from somebody else.

Louis stands across the room, seemingly ready for another fight. Armand still crouched, bleeding, but his gaze cutting into yours. As he studies you- making time feel slow.

"She's trembling. That's what you wanted, isn't it" he says to Louis.

Louis doesn't answer.

He, walks over to you, silently checking on you. As soon as Armand follows, Louis slam Armand into the already damaged wall. His breath ragged but Armand just laughs at his face.

Louis with a straight face whisper to him, "You're already losing".

You watch with bated breath as you now realize their clothes that are torn from the chaos. Now noticing how hot they truly are when there this upset.

Louis' shirt hangs open, soaked and clinging to his oh so perfect body. No wonder he has 3 different vampires all over him, fucking hell. There's blood-yours, his, Armand's- yeah well never know??? His curls GIRL! His voice is so serious but so velvety. #Needthat

Then your eyes see Armand and he seems half-possessed. Caring this weird energy of being both dead wrong and playful like this fight is just foreplay. Hmmm... His coat is shredded and his top exposes his bare chest. He was truly sculpted from the gods. For fucksake his Jaw is clenched but his smirk is intact and doing things to you.

Then you remember your supposed to be a mediator, so you spring into action with a slow get up, "NO MORE FIGHTING!" you shout at both of them. A mix of both confused and now arousal. The gash down Armand's ribs gleaming with a slick of blood giving you a crazy but albeit fun idea.

You get in between them in a comedic way almost but that's cut short by you. Sticking out your tongue and running it along the blood trail from his lower abdomen to between his pecks. The air still with the significant change of tempo in the room. One you're not ready for.

Firstly, Louis is frozen. Not from shock but from how it made him feel. His fists unclench and from the first time since the fight began, he blinks like he's finally waking up. You don't dare to even face him, feeling the heat radiating from your back being too much right now.

Armand however doesn't seem as fazed as Louis. Though his body does straighten out, he comes to lift you up your head with just two fingers. Questioning more why you've chosen this path but more on if you can even handle it, "Is that how we're playing now"?

Thier pure frustration now channeling pure lust, both their eyes glinting with a tint to them. Your tongue leaving a trail that shimmers from the light. This causes both of them to look like they were going to devour you, especially Armand.

Then Louis breaks the air and moves away questioning what just ran through his mind-and yours-and Armands. "Thats enough" he growls, though you can't decide if hes talking to Armand or yourself.

Armand grabs Louis by the collar, pulling him close. Their faces inches apart reading both disgust from everything that unfolded and unfortunately the newfound lust that has settled. "You want to hurt me" Armand hissed. "Then fuck me like you mean it".

The room thickens with silence.

"Are you seriously doing this now?" you croak out as the tension causes a voice Crack. "You think you can use me as a pawn in whatever centuries-old-hate-fuck this is? Ive worked too hard for just being an intern" You Walk between them.

"If you're going to break each other, do it right" Placing their hand on either side of your waist. Armand takes this as confirmation, biting Louis shoulder, he hisses but resists gripping Armand's throat.

Oh, poor intern you have no idea what you've done.

"Enough" you mutter pressing your lips gently to Louis' neck in an attempt to soothe him "Let go of him he's already damaged. Louis's eyes flicker between you two but they stick to you as he willingly slides his hands back from Armand. He's listening.

You glide your hands down both their chests, soothing them. "We can do this in a more relaxing way... trust me" you glance between them. "But you both need to listen to each other"

Your fingers finding the hem of Louis' shirt first, lifting it over his head with ease, as Armand watches. You tug at his layers next, revealing his marks and bruises from their earlier war.

"I said listen" you back up onto the nearest surface. They follow. Clothes fall rather poetically. Violence replaced for Venery.

Louis steps behind you, as you trust him behind your back. Armand comes to your front, dragging his fingers up your chest, brushing against the thump of your heartbeat. They both seemingly loving or rather carefully adore your body with their soft touch against your skin. As neck kisses fill the room with Louis on you and yours on Armand. Tangled up in each other's presence.

"We don't have to rush" Armand whisper, while contradicting to how quickly he's undoing your buttons. Theres no resistance to all the clothes falling, piece by piece.

A breath too close, a moan too loud. Something tips. The softness becomes hunger. Louis's lips leave marks now. Armand's grip tightens. You start pressing and arching into both of them. Getting aligned to them.

Armand steps between your thighs, brushing against you until you're slick with need. Louis keeps your spread, holding your legs, whispering in your ear. "Let him in" he says softly right into your ear. And you do. Armand pushes inside with a slow, claiming thrust. So deep tears well up in your eyes. Louis cunningly says,

"Don't fall apart yet, it's not just him you're taking tonight"

Armand pushes inside with a slow, claiming thrust. Driving you mad and your moan making Louis curse under his breath.

"God, the sounds you make..." That alone makes your knees weak, but their hands align, gripping your waist. Armand pulls out with a string of your intimacy connecting your inner walls. As Louis braces you pressing into you with a rocking sensation. They move like a tide, in and out, in sync, relentless, an adoring rhythmic sensation.

This has you gripping onto armand tight basically clawing him. The sensation building up but the size was alot to bare and there pace was so good it hit your soft spot immediately making you let out the most sexual sounds mankind can produce. Tears of sexy joy.

"You're doing so well" one of them whispers, though you can't tell. Blurred from the pure bliss this entire event is. Has your body trembling with ectesy. Your core heating up.

Just as your about to fully embrace the moment they start arguing and you as the mediator let them express their feelings to each other. Even if that includes getting your hole wrecked.

"You always chase" Louis was gentle at first...then wasn't. Armand retaliates saying "You always run"

"Because you never stop lying" Louis completely looking at Armand.

"Because you never stop needing me" Armand growing frustrated. Matching up to how his thrust are hitting you. The sound getting more and more explicit of wet skin on skin thumping.

"Please" you finally cave in the sensation causing you to whimper

"Say it! Say you wanted this!" Louis growling like he did when they fought.

Armand sperts out "I wanted to forget you!"

Louis seething "Then why are you inside of them"

Armand rebuttling "Why are you behind them?"

"You're both-way too much" you have to break out. They slow down.

"You'll break first" was the last words you heard from Louis before there rhythm broke. You choke out moans as their no longer synchronized, now in full competition.

"You wish" Armand not holding back

"I'm-" you start sobbing not helping the guttural noises. Creating the lewdest Environment.

Louis takes Armands face mid-thrust, forcing him to look at him. Armand bites his wrist. Defiant as he loses control but also slipping out in the process.

Louis doesn't stop driving the moment home both literally and emotionally. He, watches your body ache and just before your release he growls, "Beg for the one who breaks you".

You shatter- trembling and gasping Louis's name rings out in a straight-out cry while Armands submission to Louis drives him over the edge. Armand lets out a soft but broken "I love you"

While Louis whispers, "I hate you." then he's gone no door slam or final glance. Just the fading footsteps fading into silence.

You lay there for a second looking confidently at Armand for once, "I didn't come here to fix you. I came to make sure you didn't destroy each other"

THE intern collects themselves grabbing onto what little clothes they have. As you start leaving this broken home behind you Pick up a call with your boss. Waking him up out of his sleep, Daniel groggy says "hello?". You take a breath steady and confident,

"I want in-blood, teeth, and all."

.⋆♱ཐི ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ ཋྀ END LOG