IWTV Fic Masterpost
From most to least recent. Make sure to carefully read the tags as well as the warnings for the relevant fics, and proceed at your own discretion. Will be adding to this list as I post more fic <3 You can now also read my Louis/Lestat oneshots in chronological order.
🔥 The House Was a Funeral Pyre 🔥 | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 74.6k, warning: canon-typical everything) - COMPLETE!
In the cold grime of 1910 Paris, with loud steps over wet pavement, an inebriated group of young bohemians were exiting a small theater and making their way home. They were shouting, rambunctious with laughter, and one of the men was dancing, bathed in the streetlight glow. He was beautiful. Louis watched from the above in the dark, from the top of the steps leading down to the dirty path. He stood between the shadows, and for the first time in almost one hundred years, felt the draw of the warm light below. Louis and Lestat, in reverse.
Shavir_Light's 2025 Kinktober (late & out of order) | Louis/Lestat (explicit, varying lengths, varying warnings)
Various short IWTV Kinktober fics that I write on my own schedule. Mostly Louis/Lestat, some Louis/Daniel and Louis/Armand. This is really just for my own fun.
Beautiful and Without Regret | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 3.4k, set in the Funeral Pyre universe 🔥)
“I was mad with envy, that he had found you first,” Lestat told him, and Louis laughed despite himself – as he recounted the memory, Lestat seemed to be growing agitated all over again. Louis pulled him closer by the ankle, until his lover’s foot was resting in his lap. It was clad in a fuzzy, purple sock. Ridiculous. “You were jealous of my maker?” Louis asked him. Lestat scoffed as he admitted, “Hm, naturally. I often thought to myself—if only I had been born a couple hundred years sooner!” Louis and Lestat imagine how things might have been different were their already reversed roles reversed.
Filled With a Familiar Shape | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 6.2k, set in the Funeral Pyre universe 🔥)
The bite always hurt a little. Sometimes it hurt a lot. It was a maddening thing, this clawing hunger; Louis used to reject him so often, resist the pull of his own desire with determination so bitter it nearly tore Lestat at the seams, but now… now, it seemed as though Louis couldn't get enough of him. And Lestat's blood had strengthened him, he could tell; Louis’ grip was confident, his erection rubbing against Lestat's and it felt right, intoxicating almost, to know that it was Lestat who had made it happen, that it came from him—that his own blood was rushing through Louis’ veins, healing him. Keeping him filled. Lestat eats for two. His maker is waiting for him.
Message Received | Louis/Stack (explicit, 6.9k, Sinners crossover)
This guy—he was a vampire, right? Had to be, Stack figured. Weird thing was, he basically announced it. Offered to pay his victims, too. What would be the point in telling them what he was about if he was just gonna dump their body in a ditch an hour later? His profile picture wasn’t any less mysterious; a black and white photograph of a houseplant next to a glass of wine. Kind of on the nose, that. But the houseplant was nice, Stack supposed. Stack meets up with a guy from Grindr. Everything about him is a red flag.
Crushed and Devoured and Trampled Underfoot | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 4.9k, warning: dubcon)
“To have you so close, and needing so desperately… there could have been no greater trial.” Lestat whispered, his grip around Louis’ waist firm. “I confess, it was a nightly battle, to resist temptation.” Like firecrackers in the night, sparks ignited in Louis’ belly, hazardous. Those first months of friendship, of frank conversation and easy banter and aimless walks… Louis never realized, but he had been in danger, hadn’t he? A human being, courted by a monstrous man. Lestat could have done anything to him. In the early years of their companionship, Louis and Lestat play a dangerous game.
Softened for the Time Being | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 4.6k, set in the Funeral Pyre universe 🔥)
Remarkable, how sweet his Louis was. And to think that earlier tonight they were fighting, and that Louis’ interest in lovemaking had wilted and dulled down, when right now, in the coffin, he was melting into honey in Lestat’s grasp. Was this what Louis was like, when he felt at peace? Was this what Louis needed all this time, the missing piece that would mend his fractured heart? Was he happy now, complete, at long last? In the coffin following Claudia’s return, Lestat discovers Louis’ softer side.
A Vision of Him From Long Ago | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 8.3k, set in the Funeral Pyre universe 🔥)
Up until then, in the busy street below and in the small apartment above, Louis' touch had been a soothing thing. Louis’ simple warmth, and the ease with which he shared it, made Lestat feel as though he could spend eternity merely basking in his presence, content with the act of gazing upon him—with hearing Louis’ words, and breathing the same air as him. Lestat hadn’t wondered about what came next, or what the two of them would choose to be. He figured they had time on their side, and that the companionable peace was enough. Now, though… the idea seemed laughable. Now, Lestat could have consumed Louis whole, could have drained him of blood and feasted on his flesh, sucked the marrow from his bones, and still be left unsated. To have enough of Louis—it was impossible. After their reunion in Paris, Louis takes Lestat up to his apartment above the theater.
Silk as Shackles | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 9.3k)
It made sense, really; Lestat thrived on attention, and he was hungry for praise, too – it wasn’t surprising that he responded positively to gifts. No, what had truly been a revelation was how much Louis enjoyed giving them. Years after their reunion, Lestat wants Louis to move into his home in New Orleans. Louis would rather think about the next thing he could buy for him.
Surrender and Win | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 4.0k)
It’s difficult to remember when the last time Lestat had the upper hand over him like this was. There is something to the struggle, though, to the merciless push and pull that Louis finds he craves, and it feels good to be defeated at times. Lestat is a ruthless opponent, and to surrender to him can be its own form of release, but—Louis has never begged for it. He cannot. Fortunately, he’ll never need to. At the height of Louis and Lestat's "casual" arrangement, a power struggle ensues.
Dwell Where You Are Safe | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 5.1k)
Louis is a man of infuriating, addictive contradictions. Lestat had thought that following his and Claudia’s calamitous chess game, he would grow cold to him. Inexplicably, it seems to have produced the opposite effect. After the chess game, Lestat struggles to make sense of his lover’s sudden, overwhelming lust.
Perpetual 1908 | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 6.3k)
This is a new side of Lestat, one that accepts Louis’ rule and lets himself be guided by his hand. There is a longing in him, a need for release from his own impulses, from his own sense of control. Has Paris done this to him, as well? Filled him with too many sorrows for keeping, made him crave a departure from his own mind? Louis buys Lestat a watch. The gift is well-received.
Five Memories in the Vaults of Your Mind | Armand/Louis (mature, 6.9k)
There are things in Armand’s past, people and moments and long stretches of times, years, decades—that he would not have objected to forgetting. If a benevolent being came along and offered to erase them for him, to blur the feelings that came with their memories, offered to take it all away and cradle Armand’s mind in its loving palm… he would have fallen to his knees and wept with relief. Or: five things Louis would like to forget.
Haul Away Together | Louis/Lestat, Louis/The Sailor (explicit, 5.7k, warning: noncon elements with the sailor)
It’s like something pulled directly from Louis’ teenage mind; the bright, muscular sailor, ruddy with arousal as he shrugs off his shirt with easy confidence. Louis wonders if Lestat knew, somehow, of this forgotten fantasy of his youth. If it’s part of why it seems to be coming true, now. Three nights after Louis is turned, Lestat brings home a gift.
Words on Screen | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 6.9k)
It’s a text from Lestat, with an image attached. He does that sometimes, sends Louis pictures of things he thinks he would enjoy, though the vast majority of them are painfully pedestrian; a statue from the 18th century, a lamp had Lestat bought for his apartment, a man on the street with a pet parrot—on one occasion, a picture of a tree. Lestat claimed he ‘thought Louis would appreciate its unique Byzantine shape’. Really, the pictures themselves are meaningless—they function, utterly transparently, as excuses to contact Louis. Little digital lures, meant to pull him into Lestat’s orbit once more. This is a sexting fic.
See / Exit | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 8.7k)
Louis is living for himself—which means doing what he wants, and being honest about what it is. So what if he flew across the world, attended Lestat’s concert, got hot and bothered watching him perform and waited for him in his dressing room? So what if upon seeing Lestat, he immediately went to his knees to give him a blowjob so dirty he thought he might come just from giving it? It’s not a big deal. At least, it doesn’t have to be. Or: five times Louis waits for Lestat in his dressing room, and one time Lestat is already there.
Burrow | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 3.5k, warning: dubcon)
Louis is tired a lot, these days. Lestat watches as he hunts human, makes sure he stays well-nourished and full, and so he knows that isn’t the reason. A voice from within him, a cruel one, wants to whisper to him—but Lestat banishes it from his mind. He will simply have to work harder, tonight, to rouse his beloved – a small challenge like this shouldn’t deter. Lestat will have him hard and begging in no time. Since their reconciliation, Louis has become more agreeable. Maybe too agreeable.
the body, not in stasis | Daniel/Louis, (explicit, 1.9k)
“The need to cares for your body is, in part, what tethers you to it. It’s a reminder, Daniel—that you are flesh and blood. That you are a human being,” Louis insists, in his usual verbose fashion, and Daniel can’t help but laugh as he turns to leave. “Well, you’re welcome to come watch, if it’s so magical to you,” he says.
Want and Swallow and Keep | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 10.7k, warning: dubcon)
Love, sex, possession. To Lestat, they’re all the same thing. So this could be perfect; Louis could decide what they do, control Lestat’s actions. He could make Lestat work for it, earn Louis’ trust again by way of obedience. Louis could restrain him from doing something—something bad.
Of Mercy, With Choice | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 6.2k)
“I always thought that your victims were truly fortunate, to be gifted with such an exhilarating death,” Lestat says, tangled in the messy sheets. “What bliss it must have been, to be killed by one so beautiful.” Louis and Lestat play at a fantasy. It gets a bit out of hand.
A Chill That Follows | Louis/Armand/Dreamstat (explicit, 4.9k)
Armand wants him, wants him bad—is willing to go against the coven to hold him. Louis can work with that, he’s good at figuring out which buttons to push, how to get what he needs. And this is what he needs right now; to feel a man’s touch after going without for so long. He wants Armand, too. Louis lets Armand in. Or at least, he tries to. There's a complication.
To Make a Real Home | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 5.4k, warning: dubcon)
Louis is hovering a few steps behind him as he tucks the girl in, as gently as he can—she needs to heal, and it will likely take some time. Lestat can feel Louis’ gaze on his back, can feel the anxiety radiating from him as he watches from a distance, stock-still as if afraid to disturb the ritual taking place in front of him. It makes Lestat feel cold. Emotions run high in the aftermath of Claudia's turning.
And the Knowing Is Sweet, Too | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 6.6k)
For his own peace of mind, Louis had to get Lestat out of that miserable shack. He rented him a fully furnished apartment not too far from Rue Royale, then purchased a new, elegant coffin for him to sleep in. Next, a modern wardrobe to help him blend in with the mortals. And finally, he bought him a piano—a nice one, too. He assured Lestat that it was all a loan, just until he got his finances in order. The piano, though, was a gift. And now it was time for Louis to go home.
See What Happens | Daniel/Louis, (explicit, 6.3k)
So this is happening. This extremely stupid, thrilling professional and personal mistake that he’s making with the 100-year-old serial killer he’s supposed to be interviewing. Daniel steels himself – it’s happening, and he’s in it, and there’s no point in turning back now. He has to see where it goes. Daniel stumbles into a game he doesn't understand.
New Ways for Old Things | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 3.8k, warning: this fic is old)
Louis is sure that the burns are painful, but Lestat’s reactions seem to indicate something beyond a simple physical thrill. It’s as if this old game is unveiling a brand new side of them.
Seek His Face and Turn | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 2.8k, warning: dubcon, and this fic is also old)
Louis can’t help but feel that nothing has truly changed. Lestat is simply humouring his latest whim, to play the overpowering predator to Lestat’s helpless victim in some mockery of a payback. Every night Louis berates himself for participating in this charade, and every morning he falls asleep in Lestat’s arms, spent and resigned. It’s never truly what he wants it to be, anyway, and it’s only a matter of time before this new game loses its novelty. After taking Lestat back, Louis bargains.














