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Vampire Chronicles Card Exchange Winter Edition!

Hey guys. Sam ( @levamplestat ) and I did a small physical cards exchange over the holidays, and it was so much fun we thought we'd share some of the goergeous cards people made!🤩🥰

Thank you everyone who participated, it was such an impulsive idea we had and we're so glad it brought you joy!!🙂‍↕️✨

That said, we're planning on doing another one for spring/summer. We'd still like to keep it semi closed but if anyone else would like to participate, please DM either me or Sam.🎉🪻🌸

Little bundled up Armand by: @fofoqueirah

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Bondage

Valenfangs ~ Day 12: Bondage

Lestat tentatively reaches out with his bound hands, fingers outstretched, only to startle slightly when a hand settles on his, covering them and causing him to retract his fingers back into loose fists, and holds them still. It's then that he hears a soft chuckle and he imagines the playful look of amusement of Nicki's face at having made him jump with just a single light touch.

The hand covering his own moves to hold him by the wrists, joining the ribbon in holding them firmly together; there's something tantalising in knowing how little control he has in the moment, helpless to pull away or reach out with his hands literally tied, Nicki grasping him by the wrists, not even applying pressure as if he knows the hold he has over Lestat in that moment, knowing he won't do anything more than allow himself to be caught.

A delicate kiss is pressed to his knuckles and he relaxes his shoulders, not realising they had been tense in the first place. He feels the touch of Nicki's lips to his knuckles a second time, followed by another, then his breath catches in his throat when a finger is taken into the heat of Nicki's mouth. Lestat's own lips part just slightly at the sensation, a sharp exhale escaping him when Nicki starts to suck, the pad of his finger resting against his tongue.

[A03 Senseless]

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Aristocrat

Vamptember ~ Day 4: Aristocrat

"I think—" Lestat starts, licking his lips and clearing his throat when the words sound stuck. "Monsieur de Lenfent, I think our last few weeks together have led to you forgetting your place. You've grown bold in your advances." He tries to even out his voice, playing off the previous use of his title.

A brief silence meets his words with the apparent confusion radiating from Nicki, perhaps even mild shock at the sudden impromptu reminder of their social status' with one another. Then Lestat feels him laugh silently against his back as the performative state of the comment seems to click, before he leans in close and murmurs into his ear.

"Monsieur de Lenfent now? Forgive me, I had assumed we were past such formalities, my lord."

Lestat watches something - a bat most likely - dart across the sky outside. "You were mistaken." He speaks slowly, like he's feeling his way through the situation with careful precision, though his voice sounds a touch more steady than before.

"My apologies, Monsieur," Nicki replies smoothly, "truly, I meant no offence."

"Yes, well, you'd do well to mind your tongue in the future." Lestat says surely, starting to find his footing.

Nicki lets his breath caress Lestat's ear in a warm rush of air before speaking in a low voice. "I thought you liked my tongue?"

Lestat stumbles. "I should remind you not to overstep your boundaries." His confidence wanes in the face of Nicki's daring comment, evident by the way his words come out breathless and a little shaky.

"Of course, I apologise." Nicki sounds anything but sorry, his grin apparent from his voice alone. "But I've offended you, however can I rectify this insult I've caused, surely there must be something I can do?"

Before Lestat can even form a response in his mind, one arm is removed from around his waist - the other still holding him firmly in place - and a hand slides down his stomach, moving over the waistband of his breeches and coming to a stop once it reaches his groin.

A sudden breath is expelled from Lestat's lungs as Nicki paws at his cock through his clothes. He realises all too quickly that his body wastes no time in responding, feeling himself start to grow hard at the touch. His face flushes in a mixture of arousal and slight embarrassment that he's succumbed to Nicki's advances so readily, although it doesn't come as a complete surprise - Nicki always seems to draw the most desperate parts from him, even in the weeks they've been together, he's found he can never bring himself resist his approaches.

[A03 The Path We Make]

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Cradle

Vamptember ~ Day 8: Cradle

Eleni clasps his hand between her own, staring down at them in her lap as she forms her next words in her mind. "I know it's difficult, I know he can be difficult, but Armand is here with us for a reason. Do you remember what I told you of our days in the old coven? How he devoted himself to us and what we believed in? I think he needs this new coven, now, as much as we need him, this place gives him a purpose."

She glances up at Nicki, finding he's still fixated on the space in front of him with a frown still etched into his expression. It's clear to her that he's listening though, practically able to see the thoughts turning in his head as, with his arm still draped across his stomach, he absentmindedly taps his fingers against his side, restless in his thinking.

Waiting patiently for him to process his thoughts, Eleni leans to the side to let her head rest on his shoulder, knowing her closeness is often something calming for him in times like this; just seeing her at his side isn't always enough, she's learnt that sometimes he needs to feel her, have the comforting weight of her resting against him for his tangled mind to settle, even just a little.

Sure enough, the tapping of Nicki's fingers against his side comes to a stop after a short while and the tension he'd previously held in his body dissipates with a heavy sigh. His hand, which remains tucked loosely between Eleni's on her lap, twitches slightly in her hold, as if considering clasping her hand back before changing his mind. She makes the decision for him, giving him a gentle squeeze in reassurance and smiling faintly to herself when she feels him return the gesture.

[A03 A Mother's Love]

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Collared WIP

Kinkfest ~ Day 4: Collared

So uuh, I haven't actually finished the fic I was writing for this bc it's turning out to be a beast of a story that's taking me an age to write but I still wanted to put something out there for it so here's a little snippet of some good toxic pet play in the meantime while I try and get it done

“Down.” Just one single word, spoken firmly as an order not to be disobeyed. 

Nicki’s eyes flicker from side to side, wordlessly scanning Armand’s face as if searching for an answer to an unknown question. Every rebellious thought in his head has dissipated and he makes no attempt at writhing in Armand’s hold. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s almost certain he can hear a voice screaming at him to retaliate, his fingers nearly aching with the desire to simply twitch, wanting to reach out and grab Armand, force him off and pin him forcefully against the wall in a reversal of their current roles. But he stands there dumbly, utterly speechless and rooted to the spot in a moment of startling weakness under a simple, yet firm touch to his throat. 

Another silent squeeze of fingers around his neck reminds him of the command given to him. The pressure alone tells him to obey, every instinct in him fighting to wrench the hand away and allow the cogs in his mind to jerk back into motion. 

He lets out an involuntary whine, barely audible to even his own ears, and yet he sees a look of mild satisfaction flash across Armand’s face in recognition of his success in control, knowing all too well he has Nicki exactly where he wants him. 

Unable to look him in the eye for his defeat, Nicki lowers his gaze and feels his legs give in to the demand as, against his own wishes, he kneels down on the floor at Armand’s feet. With his back straight and his hands resting heavily on his thighs, he stares hard at the ground and refuses to look up, even when the hand around his throat loosens its hold and the thumb softly caresses his neck, right over his quickening pulse. 

From the corner of his eye, he can see Armand fiddling with the collar, can hear the way the metal buckle clinks with the movement. He doesn’t dare look right at it, feeling as though it will only make the whole thing more real if he does. The hand stays lightly grasping his throat, still gently stroking the skin over his pulse as if to calm him; his hair stands up on end with each delicate pass over of Armand’s thumb. If anything, the attempt to soothe him only causes him to feel more irritated, but with his neck still enclosed in Armand’s hand, Nicki still finds himself rendered immobile against his will. 

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"These violent delights have violent ends."

Armand Ship Fest ~ Week 5/Day 1: "These violent delights have violent ends."

“I’m not fighting with you, Nicolas.” Armand’s steady voice breaks the silence. “Come here.”

Nicki remains where he is, staring him down and praying he can’t hear how his heart slams against his ribs. Armand shakes his head and slowly takes a step forward; he steadily moves again when Nicki stays still, as if testing the waters. Their eyes remain locked the whole time, watching each other almost cautiously as they wait to see what the other will do. Only when Armand is a few feet away, does Nicki lose his nerve and reel back, forcing himself into the back corner.

As Armand comes closer, Nicki presses himself against the wall, doing his best to conceal his trembling even as he casts a look of resentment towards the coven leader. Stopping in front of him, Armand stares at him calmly, yet with an unforgiving glint in his eyes.

“You can’t escape this.” It’s more of a matter of fact statement than a threat.

“Whatever you plan on doing to me, I won’t let you.” Nicki hisses.

Armand narrows his eyes at him. “I wouldn’t be so sure. I will give you one chance to do as I tell you; if you refuse to comply, I’ll have no choice but to force you and I’d rather it didn’t come to that. Now, get on the table and lie down.”

“You can’t make me do anything.”

Nicki gives him a challenging look which quickly falters when he feels something being pressed in his mind. It’s nothing more than some slight pressure at first, making him shake his head as though that will relieve it. Then it becomes more forceful, the feeling weighing down and willing him towards the table. He tosses his head and snarls at Armand in warning. “Get out of my head!”

The pressure increases and he stumbles when his feet start to move, trying in vain to fight against the command. Armand just stares at him with a neutral expression, watching as he’s forced forward, practically staggering with his efforts to go against the control over him. Nicki looks at him with a mixture of fear and anger. His steps falter just as he reaches the table, catching himself with his hands on its surface as he falls forward slightly.

A few loose curls hang over his eyes from where they’ve slipped out of the ribbon tying them back. His eyes flash with contempt, fingers curling in to form claws against the table and leave streaks of red from his bloodied fingertips.

“Don’t make me force you any more.” Armand says, his expression hard and warning. “Get on the table.”

[A03 A Dog With No Bite]

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Darling Daughter

Queens of the Damned ~ Day 1: Darling Daughter

When she returns with a bowl of water and a clean cloth, Eleni finds Nicki pouring her attentions over the compositions in front of her, furiously scribbling more notes before pushing the sheet aside and continuing on another.

For a moment, Eleni just stands in the doorway and watches her write with a mixture of awe and admiration. It doesn’t matter how many times she witnesses Nicki at work, the almost trance-like state she goes into will never cease to amaze her, the way she’s able to produce such fine pieces, seemingly without even having to think about it. It’s almost as if the music is coming from an outside source and Nicki is merely listening and taking note of what she hears; every so often, she ceases in her manic writing and tilts her head to one side, like she’s waiting and taking it all in, only continuing to scrawl across the page once she’s processed the music.

After watching her for a short while longer, Eleni decides to step fully into the room, purposefully making sure her footsteps are heard so as not to startle Nicki with her sudden appearance. She hates to break her out of her frenzy like this but she’ll ensure that the rest of the night goes undisturbed for her. At first, her presence isn’t acknowledged and Nicki continues to write as though Eleni isn’t even there; coming up slowly and in view of the mirror, Eleni clears her throat to try and get her attention.

“Nicola,” she calls out softly to her, “I’m back now. Why don’t you take a small break for now and you can carry on later.”

Ensuring to come up beside her rather than from behind, she carefully places the bowl and cloth down on the desk, keeping them off the papers so they don’t get even a drop of water on them, knowing Nicki doesn’t like for her things to be tampered with, intentionally or otherwise.

Eleni reaches out and places a gentle hand over Nicki’s, stopping her from writing any more. At that moment, Nicki jerks her head up with gritted teeth in annoyance at being interrupted. Only when she sees it’s Eleni, does she settle and relax her expression.

[A03 Only A Matter of Time]

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Dom/Sub Drop

Valenfangs ~ Day 12: Dom/Sub Drop

Despite feeling calmer than before, lulled by his lover’s peaceful sleep, that twisting sensation in Nicki’s chest remains persistent. The marks covering Lestat’s shoulders and neck catch his eye, no matter how hard he tries not to see them. They look all the more shocking against the pale skin in the moon’s light, dark and angry. It feels like an accusation of some kind against Nicki, like he’s facing his own darkness as a physical manifestation on the body of his love.

Suddenly everything feels wrong, his hands too hot against Lestat’s skin as if they’ll burn him, scorching his flesh. The weight on him is no longer comforting but suffocating, yet Nicki can’t bring himself to push Lestat off him out of fear of damaging him further. That thought scares him, the idea that he might hurt him and smother out his light, stamp it out only to leave him plunged into darkness. He can’t do that to him, Lestat’s the one thing keeping him afloat in this dreary world, he has to protect his light.

Don’t let it dim. Don’t let it go out. Don’t let it be taken from him. Don’t let him lose it. Don’t–

“Nicki, what’s wrong?”

Lestat’s sleepy voice cuts through Nicki’s frantic thoughts. He snaps his eyes down to look at him, having stared off at the far wall in his reverie. With his head still resting on his chest, Lestat stares up at him with a frown, that peaceful look now wiped from his expression, lost with his sleep. Nicki hadn’t even noticed him stirring.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong, everything’s fine.” The words come out blunter and harsher than Nicki intended. He cringes internally but remains collected on the outside.

“You were saying something under your breath, it woke me up. And you were staring off again, with that distant look as if something was troubling you.”

A tightness forms in Nicki’s chest, regretful that he disturbed his rest. “I’m sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep, there’s nothing for you to worry about.” His tone is softer this time, more reassuring in the hopes of convincing him.

“Don’t lie.” Lestat’s frown deepens.

“I’m not lying. Now go to sleep.”

[A03 Astral Sons]

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