#deromanusevent

[tulinokkaelain]

This was meant to be posted for day 2, but tragically I forgot how to draw.

They're returning to Venice and asking tourists to take romantic photos of them. 😌😌😌

[proffbon]

So I actually decided to touch up and finish (somewhat) that art I doodled a while ago because the prompt was too good to pass up.

So here it is. "The Reluctant God of the Grove" based on The Reluctant Bride by Auguste Toulmouche. (Non-colored version under the cut)

[ej-brunson]

another

[sellycarcosa]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Armand is a beast, he is jealous, he is violent, he is manipulative, he is cruel.... But he also has flaws (in English it doesn't sound as funny as in Italian, the language in which the fanfic is written)

[proffbon]

Is this loustat porn? Is this loustat angst sesh? Both? Nobody knows!

Precious Possession (3969 words) by ProfessorBonca

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Characters: Lestat de Lioncourt, Louis de Pointe du Lac Additional Tags: Rue Royale Era (Vampire Chronicles), Non Canon Compliant Vampire Sex, Possessive Sex, Angst, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sex Without Prep, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs Summary: It's Christmas but things are not festive at Rue Royale. Louis comes back from the hunt taken over by a bout of 'wretched anxiety' and Lestat knows all too well how these usually end.

Snippet under the cut

But Louis seemingly paid no mind to how his actions made Lestat react, no more than simply seeing that they did. His hips moved out of instinct, maybe out of some old-forgotten habit. Flesh instructing the mind. He took him in the same way he took his victims. Fast, unthinking, focused solely on the act. Not letting himself realize fully what he's doing. How fleeting was his embrace, how hurried, but all these unfortunate souls, riding the waves of the swoon, loved it and loved him all the same. Just as Lestat did now, as the sweet numbness washing over his limbs from this lovely violation nearly drove him mad.

Louis’ grasp on him was that of a man lost, blindly grabbing at the last bits of hope he had. Because to let go would mean to be consumed. By grief, and fear, and hatred, and despair. And every other horrible thing the world had to offer. And so he held onto the only beacon left, drawn by the golden shine of pampered hair and lustrous eyes. Louis' hands kept Lestat in place, a helpless prisoner against his maddened pace. This clinging grip trapped him, barely letting him move, allowing only to squirm against Louis’ body in frantic attempts to take him deeper, to feel some friction on his aching cock. Lestat knew this wasn’t possible, understood that he could break out of the hold easily if he wanted, but it was as if Louis’ entire presence had him in a spell, arrested him so strongly that his physical strength had no meaning. Each sharp move of hips and stifled moan a lure to draw him closer, to keep him close.

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[ej-brunson]

uh ummmmm yeahhhhh im gonna finish this istg

[ej-brunson]

Day 2

[ej-brunson]

Day 1 only a lilllll late

They were making out w blood. Like bats