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end of yr iwtv fic recs...

...as someone who demands lou gets the princess treatment in order for me to consider something worthwhile reading<333 won't b mentioning anything i've rec'd here in order to keep this list somewhat manageable & am putting it under a read-more cos im a wonderful person who respects yr dash (aka it's long) . love you all enormously and am so grateful for the wonderful writing that graced the tag in 2023, endlessly excited for what 2024 will spark. go and tell yr fave iwtv fan creator (fic, art, amv, etc...) that u appreciate them today and start the year off right !!!!

Abide for Forever by Lovelyy_Pastel (PastelLovelyBlue) [@salmoncakepls]

[complete, M, tags: armandlou, leslou, lesmand, loumandstat

i wish someone had been recording my reaction the day i was asked to read over this because the way i jumped in glee would have been comical . one of the few entries into delectable loumandstat fics with a equal interest in all of their individual dynamics, which provides the work with so much depth. the prose fits its genre, and yet completely subsumes genre conventions to create something wholly original and enchanting.

'Maybe it was meant to be like this. The dragon, the princess and the foolish prince --all trapped together in the tower. He could work with that.'

a holy love by dirtygoldensoul [@shewhomustbecalledking]

[complete, E, tags: armandlou]

i’ve returned to this fic so many times both while it was updating and now that it’s finished: it really does have everything you could ask for and i’m so grateful that it exists. if louis doing yoga out on the balcony in an attempt to honeytrap his long-term ex-lover doesnt get you to click youre too far gone i fear.

'A sliver of moonlight bathes half of Armand’s face, giving one half of his brown skin a ghostly tint to contrast to the other. He resembles something inhuman; a two-faced creature of an untold myth carved from marble by the hand of a deity and sent to torment wayward humans in the most spectacular fashion.'

A Special Kind of Longing by TheeVampyPrince [@thevampprincex]

[complete, E, tags: armandlou]

i legitimately felt so entirely crazy when this dropped in the tag. a delectable insight into louis’ relationship to parenthood and maternity through a simulated pregnancy, with perfect perfect perfect armandlou and lou getting his tits sucked on which is. Yeah. yeah. i would do anything for a follow-up.

'Armand disappeared for no longer than a second, returning swiftly to Louis’ side to wipe him down with a warm, damp towel. He took his time like he always did, like another ritual, moving from fingertip to fingertip, ceremoniously cleansing Louis from head to toe, for if I do not wash you, you have no part with me, and Louis and Armand were connected in ways that could not be spoken . At his feet, Armand paused, kissing each heel as the Turkish cotton glided over Louis’ skin. Once cleansed, Armand pulled Louis’ feet in his lap and pressed his fingers into the muscle, gently massaging them. / To ease the swelling.'

Babyfather by nlbv [@nlbv]

[complete, T, tags: claudia&louis]

beautiful, captivating, gorgeous, awe-inspiring, lyrical. what can anyone say about babyfather? a snapshot into louis’ first moments into parenthood with claudia joining their baby, told through the extended metaphor of bringing one’s baby home from the hospital for the first time. it is a stunning look into both louis and claudia individually, as well as the love and care involved in their relationship. i cant recommend this highly enough.

'New baby smell. Impossible, but there it was. This is the craziness that takes new parents, he told himself, trying and failing to restrain the seizing joy in his chest. Pure love. The strongest thing he’d ever felt. It was as though he’d unknowingly been carrying around a void deep inside him, and suddenly the hole had been filled. Like he’d been looking for her his whole life, always seeking and never finding, never even knowing what he’d been searching for.'

belle epoque by ldpdl [@dwreader]

[complete, T, tags: jonah/louis, louis&paul]

belle epoque fills the void that is the figure of louis’ father in the show, taking us through the days following his death all the way up to his funeral. the de pointe du lac family’s grief and confusion is palpable throughout and louis' realisation that he is to step up and take the role of the family breadwinner is heartwrenching, made all the moreso during his final conversation with tom anderson, leading us into the louis we meet in ep1.

'The funeral was held at one o’clock sharp at St. Augustine’s, the pews filled up with distinguished members of the community to pay their respects to a man who had demanded respect when he was alive, men who now turned their prying eyes to the deceased man’s son as he eulogized his father. The new boy king. A child in a toy crown.'

Body Open as a Wound by feedingicetothedog [@feedingicetothedog]

[complete, E, tags: armandlou]

this work impeccably understands the fascination in loving and knowing someone completely, and wanting to be closer still. armand takes the role of lover and caretaker with willingness and ease as they prepare for a blood transfusion to achieve true symbiosis. i think every fic that calls lou kitten deserves hundreds of awards

'Sometimes he fantasized about draining Louis to the point of death and then feeding it back to him, filling Louis with the amalgamation of their blood until it was impossible to distinguish whose had been whose. A simulacrum of the Dark Gift, of turning and creation. Every so often Armand would feel a dull ache that he had not made Louis and that Louis had not made him, that they were not one consummate organism, both simultaneous originator and progeny for the other. It seemed profoundly unfair.'

breadwinner by baberainbow [@baberainbowao3 on twitter!]

[complete, E, tags: leslou]

thank god for baberainbow blessing the leslou tag honestly . nola-era leslou fics that are as well-written as breadwinner instantly have my heart and soul in their hands and thats without even taking into account that this fic has louis angrily riding lestat and calling him stupid. God bless!!!! #lovewins!

'“Even if you’re angry at me or even come to hate me, you must kiss me goodnight. Every night, without fail,” Lestat started. “And you must kiss me goodbye whenever you head out whether it be to hunt, to go read on our bench, or to tend to your saloon. Even if I end up leaving with you.” He hadn’t expected such words to make his gut coil so, to make him want to weep, to make him want to bundle Louis to him so tightly as though they’d merge together as one. He meant every single word.'

bruise pristine by serpentskirts [@knifeeater]

[complete, E, tags: lesmand]

there is nothing that i can say about serpentskirts’ prose that would adequately describe how magnetic it is: hypnotizingly disorientating, labyrinthian, perhaps, but even that doesnt come close. bruise pristine walks the fragile line of an even fragiler relationship with outward ease and never stumbles.

'It shines slate-blue on the rough stones of the tower, makes it slippery under the soles of Lestat's feet. The droplets suspend for a moment like diamonds, as both of them hang in the air. Brambles and tree limbs break against their bodies and then the ground meets them, bends under the force of their impact. Arms come around Armand and it becomes hard to tell which ones belong to him and which to Lestat, leg around his torso, elbow in his gut, the mud cold beneath them every time a turn brings him back around to the earth. They slam into a stone jutting up from the earth, its moss-covered surface rough against Lestat as Armand finally locks his arm around his neck. He brings it up, hard, feels the choke as Lestat is held in stasis beneath him. The sparse, lagging blood of a sick man coursing through Lestat's veins despite it all still carries that faint song, reaching across a century of strain.'

Burial Rite by weathermood [@weather-mood]

[complete, E, tags: armandlou]

an absolutely fascinating look on the realities of life set against the prospect of immortality, and what it takes to contend with that. for louis, it is three years underground. this fic follows armand’s near-ritualistic preparations for the endeavour and is a loving coda to armandlou’s relationship.

'This isn’t penance for loving me, is it? Armand wanted to ask. But he didn’t ask. Because Armand already knew it was part of it, Louis’s love for him never without the undercurrent of the guilt. Guilt that made arguments flare up over things that weren’t really about what they were arguing about, Louis just needing to bloodlet it, needing an outlet for it. Armand needed to find a way to ease it in Louis and Armand hadn’t found it yet. Louis pressed close to him and Armand wrapped an arm around Louis.'

care for me (beyond idolization) by princessxio [@princessxio]

[complete, E, tags: leslou]

princess please return to us we need you so bad the leslou game hasnt been the same since this dropped. drunken sex, leslou daddy kink, cockdrunk negotiations over surnames. It's all legitimately evil and delectable. what more could anyone ask for?!

'He can’t help but look on fondly as he watches his husband stumble toward him, clumsy in a way he never is. He then makes a note to engrave this moment in his brain when Louis spots him from the sidewalk and beams. / Louis’ enthusiastic greeting (“hi, baby”) is quickly overshadowed by Brick’s exclamation of “Lestat, take this man home, y’hear? He don’t need to be nowhere near decent society right about now.”'

catacomb by baberainbow [@baberainbowao3 on twitter!]

[complete, E, tags: leslou, armandlou]

the answer to my favourite baberainbow fic used to change constantly with each new update and still often does, but i think i can say without hesitation that catacomb is the fic that i return to most often. it’s a completely innovative and entrancing take on claudia&louis’ journey to paris and how louis reconciles both with the murder of lestat and falling in love with armand, all underpinned by the most gorgeously sick and twisted prose ever.

'“I haven’t had him in years. I oughta have filtered him out, used whatever was left of him all up.” Louis murmurs to him, then scoots in and clutches him. “I’ve gotta have cycled him out by now. It’s only you filling me. You’re more my maker than him.” / Armand’s eyes flicker over his face, lip upturned slightly as if astonished, suspended in his admiration by a sense of reverence. “Oh, Louis,” he sighs fondly, and his name sounds like a rich red rose petal floating wayward to the ground. Louis wants to pluck his own name from Armand’s tongue and eat it and lick his fingers clean after. / “I’ll be your firstborn,” Louis insists, spreading his legs.'

Come Home to Me by BlaccLotuss [@blacclotusss]

[complete, T, tags: jonah/louis, claudia&louis]

blacclotuss we owe you the world for filling not only the jonah/lou tag but also for all of the claudia&lou moments in this piece! you can feel louis’ love for her with every word and i adored the inclusion of the typed letter at the beginning of the work.

'“Claudia…Claudia…my Claudia .” / “I missed you, mama.”'

come sit in my lap & breath, held by flowerplots [@enterprisery]

[complete, E, tags: armandlou]

both fics, the first during their paris years, the latter after it, are gorgeous pieces exploring armandlou’s relationship and its proximity to control, always supported by flowerpots’ beautiful prose . gasped and had to cover my eyes many, many times during breath, held. highly recommend.

'Claudia will hate the clothes he’s gonna have to put on just as much, seeing as they’re clearly Armand’s – slightly too big on Louis, and so luxurious they might as well have a big “A” embroidered on them – but he puts them on anyway, guiltily relishes the way they make him feel. Likes the thought of visibly being Armand’s, though he won’t admit it. Not yet.'

dreaming put to shame by verseau [@downstairsbar]

[complete, E, tags: leslou]

this fic is so. Woah. verseau’s lestat is the most accurate in the world i fear and my hands start shaking every time i get a notif cos Lord knows what louis is going to get put through this time. the most recent chapters of reformation have also been absolutely spellbinding, with chapter nine as a focus-in on claudia&the family in the time after her adoption being a personal favourite

'No, Louis expects and offers just as much as the tongue should, the coy words clumsy enough as to pretend innocence, the way he lets Lestat’s advances and lingering hands hang in the air in perfect omission, that sweet pre-modernist Catholic paganism wherein the thought doesn’t matter unless you name it aloud, or even the secrets he reveals to Lestat in the books he recommends, the authors he latches onto, the Giovanni’s Room translations he chose for the midterm. It is impossible to imagine Louis stuck in a profession with as little love of language as business. No, Louis’ talent is best saved for such a discipline as this.'

Equity by weathermood [@weather-mood]

[complete, E, tags: armandlou]

one of the things i enjoy most about weathermood’s writing is their ability to take an au and apply their dynamic of choice to it entirely. armandlou thrives within this universe of findomming (literal genius hours) and the precariousness of newfound affection. and, of course, louis’ constant princess treatment won me over.

'Louis was formulating what mask to wear for this engagement, what performance was required of him for Armand, and it was fascinating to watch. Louis watching Armand and himself watching Louis as they read each other. Seeing himself through the minds of mortals was always interesting. It helped make Armand make sense of himself, sometimes, how they slotted Armand into context.'

firecracker by baberainbow [@baberainbowao3 on twitter!]

[complete, E, tags: leslou, claudia&louis&lestat

it feels mute to say that the characterisation in firecracker is impeccable, because of course it is, it’s a baberainbow original, but firecracker got me particularly bad cos i’ve been begging for more of their claudia since the notorious roadkill-drop-day and this set my brain aflame. it strikes a perfect balance of familial domesticity and marital sweetness without ever sidelining claudia and i can only pray every night before bed for more baberainbow claudia!!

'“Isn’t this nice?” he needles, pouring a hefty serving of blood into the teacup he’d placed on Louis’s side table and then placing the bottle down to go change himself. / “Honey,” Louis reminds, softly as it is pointedly. Lestat circles back to whirl the cup around until the handle’s facing Louis for an optimally convenient reach. “Thank you.”'

glass by serpentskirts [@knifeeater]

[in progress, E, tags: armandlou]

glass is the craziest thing i’ve ever read i adore it beyond words. formatted against the formation of glass itself, it follows louis during his years in san francisco with a focus on the body - and particularly the idea of a vampire’s body and what that is and can be - with all of its organicity, and lack thereof, in order to explore what louis is left with in the years after paris.

'And then, Armand hand curls, transforming into a fist that drags against his insides, wrings the last of Louis senses out of his head. What he is, a container for the small head that carves a space for itself, precious so precious as it invents new dimensions that go beyond comprehension, beyond what a body could hold. Concentric circles break around each other, pushing himself outward with being filled, by flesh and bone and presence and Louis doesn’t care anymore, lets Armand wash into him where he’s opened up, wouldn’t care if the magnitude of Armand’s mind might subsume and annihilate his own, craves it, yearns for it, lets the softening of himself draw it inwards.'

heavy empty by wayunderground [@come2coffin]

[complete, E, tags: leslou]

this fic is sooooo entirely way too crazy. lestat slips with ease into the role of man of the house and his metaphorical (Well….) role as louis’ father and creator and it has all of the unmistakably fragile antagonisms of leslou’s relationship that i love to see depicted in fics. i still really don’t know how to talk about this piece because its so crazy that my brain switches off so everyone just has to trust me and rest it i fear.

'The thumb slipped in and rubbed purposefully on his tongue for a moment before Lestat bent his neck down slightly and opened his own mouth so that a stream of blood fell and splashed onto Louis’ welcoming tongue and down his throat. It was better this way, all his senses filled with Lestat and blood, and only Lestat and blood. Louis allowed himself to indulge in the moment, and stared up at Lestat as the blood continued to flow. It was a horrendous sight, Lestat with his pupils blown wide, no doubt getting some sick satisfaction at feeding Louis like he was a baby bird. Pleased with himself for making Louis eat whilst establishing himself further as his only need, and a better father. Louis’ real Daddy had never spit food into his mouth.'

He's inside me, he takes out my insides, he sews me up. by Lovelyy_Pastel (PastelLovelyBlue) [@salmoncakepls]

[complete, E, tags: armandlou]

only partially biased when talking about this piece because lou slasher final girl references always set my brain aflame so this was a 10/10 from the moment i saw that line (lie: it was a 10/10 the moment i saw the trans ldpdl tag) . this piece’s unique authenticity makes it impossibly captivating: it turns the predispositions about love on its head and makes violence and sharp edges a thing of devotion and care. masterful

'Sometimes it’d be done with his nails. The very talons of a monster, a lover, a surgeon, a destroyer made Louis feel completely as though he was truly inside him. He never knew when it’d happen. With the knife he was simply mocking every villain--both fictitious and real--that held that sort of weapon. With the scalpel he had studied up on surgeries of every kind to make the experience as accurate as possible. However, his nails--his hands…the very things that make a monster a monster , a vampire a vampire , Armand Armand.'

the hour of lead by boltcutters [@dictee]

[complete, M, tags: claudia&louis]

respectfully i can’t talk at length about this piece at present. i’ve written and deleted a thousand comments but none feel adequate enough to describe how truly wonderful and heartbreaking this piece is a coda to claudia’s character and her relationship with her mother and lestat.

‘She had never believed in God beyond a bedtime story Louis told her; she had no cause as a human and less as an immortal monster. But now she thought maybe there was something there. A God who kept his subjects entangled in a garden only as nurturing as they were obedient. Man made to worship Him on his knees and woman an afterthought, sprouted from a needless bone to keep man busy. Why else had the sheer stupendous force of her hatred not struck Lestat down? Why else could he take to the sky like a bird, when she, Claudia, who had all the reason in the world to fly away, who prayed for it with all her might, sat clipped and docile and caged? Tucked in luggage compartments, folding herself smaller in the space between the library walls. No place in the world she could walk free. Little girl, little devil. What was her little, brittle body made for if not flight? It could only be someone on his side, a cruel Creator for whom her Maker was the perfect emissary. An angel. She had been right the first time.’

House by baberainbow, disintegrations, gaypiratedivorce, nlbv, serpentskirts, vampdf, weathermood [@baberainbowao3 on twitter, @dlsintegration, @diasdelasombra, @nlbv, @knifeeater, @weather-mood]

[complete(/or is it?), E, tags: leslou, claudia&louis&lestat, armandlou]

it was truly such an honour to write for house alongside some of my favourite writers. watching the rooms form and lead into one another was an experience like nothing else and to have such astounding writing involved from all parties makes my heart beam with pride when i see my name next to its title, so don’t be scared, come and visit the house.

'The House has been waiting for you.'

i am amazed by peace by boltcutters [@dictee]

[in progress, E, tags: armandlou]

dyke armandlou everybody lets cheer!!!! #lovewins !! this fic, and all of boltcutters’ fics, writes about louis with a visible love and within only the single chapter released, both armand&louis are such fully realised characters and i am biting my fist in anticipation of the second chapter.

‘Lou’s makeup was well and truly ruined now. She was exquisite like this, Armand thought. Tights bunched around her knees, plain cotton panties shoved to one side (it was such unassuming underwear, Armand smiled). Shoes still on, blouse at her elbows, like the translucent membrane of a rare and luscious fruit. Radiant debauchery. Armand wished she could take a picture. She would have tried to remember it, to paint later, if she’d thought for a moment that she could do Lou justice.’

in the delta breeze [dare to breathe] by southernhummingbird [@blueiight]

[complete, T, tags: louis&benjamin]

an entrancing look into both louis and benjamin’s life, as the latter nears the end of his, that had tears pricking at my eyes while i was reading. we are introduced to a louis that has been shaped by the years of his immortal life and is now left to reconcile those with what is left of his mortal life, namely, his last connection to his sister and the pointe du lac family. it is a divine snapshot into louis’ life and one that i don’t think the showrunners could have written half as emotively if they tried.

'The weight of years added something distinct; the wrinkly hands and light-blue cataracts dusking his brown eyes reminded Louis of his own grandfather. The way Papaw carried himself, and those cataracts… That’s all he could remember of him after all. Benjamin had that quaint serenity of his. Was that something distinct in old age? Or was it something the du Lac family held in spades: the ability to look upright even as your roots were torn asunder?'

I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus by meastyeyes [@meastyeyes]

[complete, T, tags: claudia&louis&lestat, leslou]

a beautiful snapshot of one of claudia’s first christmases spent with louis&lestat and her excitement is near-infectious throughout the piece. we are guided with ease through claudia’s new rituals upon settling into her life at rue royale, her writing, and a louis who is clearly enraputed by his newfound parenthood. just beautiful.

'At the top of the stairs, she tip-toed across the hallway back to her room, a habit left over from when she was human, because it was quite possible to walk noiselessly as a vampire. Uncle Les said it was important for a vampire to move quietly and sneak up on people when looking for a meal.'

like a heathen clung to the homily by thelioncourts [@thelioncourts]

[in progress, E, tags: leslou, dm, armandlou, jonah/louis]

each chapter of homily opens onto a q&a-style entry, all of which are answered by louis with an astute look into his relationship to sex. from the first one, i was immediately wrapped up in the louisness of it all and knew that i was in safe hands when it came to reading homily, and i cheer every time i get a notification about this piece. from the gorgeous prose, to some of my favourite jonah/lou passages ever, homily is a breath of fresh air and an innovative take on the iwtv universe.

'“Louis,” Jonah said. His voice was thick, like he couldn’t get the air back fast enough, like he was okay drowning. “Louis, I’ve wanted to do this before I even knew what this was. I,” he paused to suck in a breath. “I mean it when I say that there ain’t nothing in this city better than your smile. Makes me want to do crazy things.”'

Lunacy by The_Lame_Goat [@iwtvdramacd18]

[in progress, E, tags: leslou, armandlou]

lunacy is quite literally everything to me. as established, lestat is literally a dog wearing skinned human and so the most innovative place to go from there is werewolfisms, and Jesus.. lunacy goes there. every word down to the title choices for each chapter are purposeful and striking and louis’ vulnerability amongst this den of hungry wolves is palpable . claudia’s introduction changed my life . i pray each night for lunacy to never end

'Lestat coaxed Louis to the bed with playful nips at his earlobe, under his jaw, his shoulder. He trembled like prey, skin raised in sweaty, delicious goose flesh. Rabbit tender this one, Lestat counted his lucky stars he was far enough from the moon to give in completely. Louis was a vision, his pretty neck arching back to bare itself and the collarbones beneath it; Lestat took the invitation readily. Peeling clothes away was as natural as skinning an animals hide, underneath both the flesh was soft and sensitive and blood-flushed and delectable.'

my neck, her rope by themasterletters [@devotiondroid]

[complete, M, tags: leslou]

inspired by carol ann duffy’s ‘warming her pearls’, my neck, her rope is a triumph of fiction, let alone just iwtv fic . told entirely in second person, it provides a succinct and heartbreaking look into the leslou marriage, with both lestat&louis entirely realised and beautifuly characterised without a name ever being put to page.

'Sometimes you will think the master does understand, and that’s why he behaves the way he does. Sometimes it will feel as if you are colluding with him in his obsession, that you are feeding it with your own, that you, in your servitude in this house, have made yourself part of the reason that she doesn’t go out often and doesn’t eat much. Sometimes you will feel as if it is your duty as one who loves her to free her from this place. But you are just a woman, and so is she.'

The Night After by wouriqueen (MaggieBrown) [@wouriqueen]

[complete, T, tags: claudia/charlie]

the night after is a heartwrenching piece following claudia on the night of charlie’s death and, as readers, we are forced to bear the full brunt of not only her justifiable grief, but the subsequent torment of being forced to clean up charlie’s remains by those who were supposed to protect her. a beautiful installment in the universe of claudia-centric works and one that i hold close to my heart.

'He’d never liked following her rules. He stood there at the threshold, one foot in the room, forcing her to extend her consciousness beyond her own pain for the first time in twenty-four hours, because apparently she couldn’t even have that. Mourning shroud yanked away. Claudia wanted to object, yet she found that only silence filled her mouth. The words were buried too deep down her throat, some still blurry at the edges, undefined and therefore unspeakable, and others too big to get out.'

overlords by gaypiratedivorce & dirtygoldensoul [@diasdelasombra & @shewhomustbecalledking]

[in progress, E, tags: leslou, armandlou, danlou]

inspired by gillian flynn’s sharp objects, this fic is a masterclass in characterisation with an astute examination into both leslou’s marriage and claudia’s place as an adoptee within the family unit. chapter four killed me and brought me back to life seven different times.

‘God, he never wants Claudia out of his sight. He wishes she still were the little girl he met a decade ago, a doll made to fit in his arms. But Claudia is no longer a child, and she doesn't take well to sitting pretty on a shelf. Louis doesn't know how to keep her safe. Slowly but inevitably she's growing into a young woman —he knows that. And yet. She's still his little girl, and he wants to protect her from any danger.’

paragon by thelioncourts [@thelioncourts]

[complete, E, tags: leslou]

paragon is everything that louis deserves. i say often that my beautiful girl deserves nice things to happen to her always, but paragon is proof that he would hate that. divine prose, with leslou perfectly in character and louis getting dick so good she almost cries. i think it’s clear why i return to this piece so often.

‘Lestat met him the rest of the way, knowing what Louis needed, knowing what they both needed, and he wrapped one arm around Louis’ small waist, pulling him closer, and he wrapped the other arm around Louis’ shoulder, his hand finding Louis’ throat. He closed his fingers around the expanse of it gently, staying carefully still, and then slowly he pulled Louis all the way down. / Louis’ head dropped back with a sigh, rolling on Lestat’s shoulder as Lestat’s cock sunk the rest of the way inside of him. / “You’re so full of me,” Lestat said against his ear. The arm around Louis’ waist moved, sliding from his far hip to his stomach, pressing down. “I bet I can feel myself right here.”’

quicksilver by themasterletters [@devotiondroid]

[complete, M, tags: danlou]

quicksilver is one of the most extraordinary pieces i’ve ever read (and have read a couple dozen times over by now). a beautiful exploration of the noir genre, of love and heartbreak, of daniel being pathetic and lou being the most beautiful most perfect girl in the world

'Daniel wondered for the thousandth time what kind of man she was married to. Daniel hadn’t been able to wait til she took his name, til he could introduce her as Mrs. Molloy, til people were calling her Mrs. Molloy in public, til she signed Mrs. Daniel Molloy on her checks, drawing from a bank account he’d keep full for her. He couldn’t wait to claim her in every way possible. What kind of man wouldn’t feel the same?'

reply by baberainbow [@baberainbowao3 on twitter!]

[complete, unrated, tags: leslou]

reply is one of the most creative pieces in the iwtv tag. told through emails sent between a demoted talamasca agent and their supervisor, it gives both an entrancing look into (one of) leslou’s potential honeymoon(s) and these two OCs who have the craziest dynamic ever.

'Btw yuo dont need to watch them fuck you know. we know they fuck. we have files on files on files of evidence of this.'

rhododendron by southernhummingbird [@blueiight]

[in progress, unrated, tags: armandlou, leslou]

rho is simply breathtaking. one of the most original and exciting stories in the entire tag and it implores such unique and intriguing methods of telling that story. im constantly on the edge of my seat and rereading to discover new details or to take in the beauty of its writing again as we’re force to watch with baited breath through louis being hunted once again.

'Sweet and irresistible you are, if you want to keep a tomb, I can decorate a most splendid one for us both in the Underworld.'

Shallows by nlbv [@nlbv]

[complete, E, tags: leslou]

i truly don’t know what there is to be said about shallows that would compare to just begging everyone to just read it. set during ep6, it’s a heartbreakingly real depiction of the state of leslou’s marriage and louis’ mental state . it does not, in any way, shy away from the absolute horrors of living with and loving a violent man who has proved that he is capable of harming you as he likes, and yet the absolutely stunning prose and captivating portrayal of louis, lestat and claudia makes it impossible to ever click off.

'Once Lestat had loved him, hadn’t he? Didn’t they make love once upon a time? Wasn’t the pleasure pure and clean once? Not this raw, acid desire hollowing him out, stripping the myelin from his nerves. / He can’t remember. Call it concussion-induced amnesia, or, more likely, wilful ignorance, because what if? What if they were like this from the start? What if he chose this continual debasement?'

The Time We Have by SnakesandRabbits [@nakiaslilhoodoo]

[complete, E, tags: armandlou]

a snapshot in armandlou’s relationship, filled with snack breaks, needy louis, a brief intermission from the worst (kind of)ex-boyfriend in the world and, most importantly, louis being called pretty. snakesandrabbits is always gifting us with the content that we need and deserve.

'Armand came to a red light and Louis looked over at him. His eyes landed on Armand’s messy curls, his red eyes, his perfect nose, his stubble, and the way he was biting his bottom lip as he waited for the red light to turn green. Louis found himself grinning and then he said, “You’re handsome like that.” / Armand slowly turned his head to look over at Louis, “You’re very pretty with your bonnet on.”'

try to swallow the wave series by gaypiratedivorce [@diasdelasombra]

[complete, M, tags: armandlou]

falsing fiction carved in my way, and its sequel, eat up your sadness, made my jaw drop and my heart ache the entire time that i read it. some of the most gorgeous prose i’ve ever read used to explore lou’s relationship to herself and the decades that she passes through.

‘Something snaps too soon tonight. Lou won’t be able to parse it after, but in the moment it’s a spark catching on a pool of gasoline, something that could be called anger but is actually fear —something other, a monstrous being that wields Lou’s claws and fangs, and that tonight laps at the man’s blood with Lou’s hungry mouth. It feels like that sometimes, like Lou’s feelings are someone else’s, or someone else, a second person sharing this single body with no concern as to room or size. Or perhaps not a person, exactly; a thing, a hungry thing, the devil that animated this dead body and is slowly feeding on the soul within to one day replace it entirely. Lou’s despair threatens to swallow her.’

twelve days by themasterletters, weathermood [@devotiondroid & @weather-mood]

[complete, E, tags: armand/louis/daniel, armandlou, danlou, dm]

saved my entire life over xmas i caught up on half of it over a sad xmas eve and suddenly forgot i had any problems in the world . the craziest and most ambitious link-up of the century with the most insane and morally dubious armandlou dynamic of all time. made me enjoy reading danny. horrible. go and read it now or else.

'To want more and more and more, falling endlessly into it. He didn’t want it to end, he wanted everything, so badly that the hunger burned. He hadn’t known that about himself. Or maybe he’d denied it. Either way, he couldn’t unknow it now.'

Wolfkiller by The_Lame_Goat [@iwtvdramacd18]

[complete, M, tags: claudia, lestat, louis]

the most insightful look into claudia’s character through a hunting trip between her and lestat, which does not shy away from all of the ways that she relates to him and hates him. it is unflinching in lestat’s violence and how claudia has been forced to survive within the knife-edge that is his home. truly one of the best pieces i’ve read, just phenomenal.

'There were many horrible truths between them that proved too difficult to pull back fast enough. With Lestat gone and Louis confined to recovery in small spaces, the house (which Claudia had cleaned and she’d rearranged the shelves and took books to her coffin and filched fancy pens to trade with her own fancy pens when she bored of them and when it came time to decide what to leave as a reminder and what to put away SHE had made the final decision SHE DECIDED IT–) had finally become her house. Lestat crossed the threshold and her house cowered and creaked under the weight of his boot over its floors. She watched him do it and watched Louis flinch when he saw himself in her mind’s eye, superimposed and cracking with the foundation.'

Yawning, Terrible Voids by The_Lame_Goat [@iwtvdramacd18]

[complete, M, tags: armandlou]

armandlou is a scarce resource. armand pov armandlou is an even scarcer resource and so i treasure this fic enormously it is very dear to my heart and only half because i feel like the louis final girl line was geared entirely to my interest. this fic weaves through armand’s memories with outward ease, slipping between memories of san francisco, of the horrors of his time with m*rius, and then back to the penthouse in dubai.

'Armand is cradling Louis’ face between his hands as he sits in his lap. Between kisses Louis asks him, “Could you do it? Could you crush my skull if you squeezed hard enough?” His teasing has become more visceral. Dirty talk in the tearing of deep tissue. His smile is full-faced and eye-squinting and nose crinkling in the way that Armand loves. The weight of him is warm and soft and pliant and plush with fresh blood. Armand could eat him alive. Arms close around his shoulders and pull their bodies closer. Louis’ laughs are shaking his body. “Don’t even say nothing. I know you can. You’ve done what Lestat couldn’t.” Even Armand’s body moves with the force of his laughs. They go wheezy. He’s burying the sounds into the crook of Armand’s neck. He’s sobbing.'

LOVE U ALLL<33333

#vampterview #eli.txt #this was meant to be out last night but then i felt the siren call of the club. So.#usual disclaimer: i havent read everything in my marked to read !!! there are other fics that i would love and recommend with my whole hear #i just havent got to them yet... that being said go and read little kidnaps in the dark.

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top 5 pasta shapes?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION THANK YOU!!

In no particular order:

Ditalini (L) Not only they are the gayest pasta shape, as the word is also Italian slang for “fingering” , but they're my favourite tiny pasta because they're so versatile. Love 'em for pasta and patate especially.

Farfalle (R) Not only their shape gives me joy but it's also fantastic for gripping sauce and other seasoning. I can do amazing farfalle with salmon and parsley u have no idea.

FUSILLI (L) THEEE ultimate short pasta, ngl probably my all time fave. The way the sugo clings to the little spirals... sublime

Bucatini (R) Isn't it sexy the way they're just drowned in that sugo all'amatriciana? Borderline erotic. Look at it. The name means "little holey" because they have a lil hole inside, unlike spaghetti, and I could make so many sex jokes about this it's not even funny. It DOES makes them tastier. To me.

Rotelle (L) Literally what is there not to love about a pasta shaped like a lil wheel. It's sooo cute and sparks so much joy.

Bonus!! Gnocchi (R) They don't really count as pasta ig, because they're technically dumplings, but the they occupy a similar ecological niche as freshly made pasta in italian cuisine. Also in Rome when you think a girl is very hot you say "è una gnocca" meaning that she's delicious and will melt in your mouth. Wink wink nudge nudge

#is this the most Italian post I have made on this webbed site? mayhap so #askbox games #food #pastalovers #<- saw this tag thought it was funny #italian tag #pasta #on love

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RWRB FirstPrince Fake Dating Recs

Click below for my fake dating faves.

Iced Hazelnut Latte by @f-ing-ruthless-baz. T, 1.6k. When an American stranger comes up to him acting like his boyfriend, Henry rolls with it. Because what else is he going to do? Study?

sparks fly (whenever you smile) by cxpbuck. G, 4k. When Alex wakes up after a particularly alcohol-filled night, he’s surprised by a blonde stranger in his bed. What’s more surprising, however, are all the messages on his phone congratulating his engagement to said blonde stranger.

A Toast to the Night by @three-drink-amy. E, 5.5k. Henry looks up from his drink and swears his jaw drops. Standing in front of him is one of the most beautiful men he’s ever seen. From his dark brown curls to the way his deep eyes gleam as he stands there, an awkward smile on his face. Henry is nearly sure this man is going to ask for his seat. He probably has some woman with him, scouring for a place to sit.

“Uh, hi,” the man says.

“Hi.”

“Look, this is really awkward,” he says and Henry feels the confirmation in his gut — also maybe disappointment. “My ex-boyfriend just walked in and I really don’t want to talk to him. I was wondering if I could sit here with you so that he won’t talk to me.”

(are we falling like) snow on the beach by @coffeecatsme. T, 6.4k. Henry has to belatedly agree that the Craigslist ad isn’t posted by an organ harvester, yet confronted with the face that has haunted his dreams for weeks—even if all they shared was an awkward hug—Henry thinks that would’ve been more desirable.

When Henry needs a fake boyfriend for a family dinner, Pez finds him someone off of Craigslist. Turns out, it's the same person he's had a disastrous first date with months ago.

12 Year Starter by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 6.6k. “Hazza, you poorly assembled toast rack,” Pez interrupts him, effectively stopping Henry in his tracks as he tries to untangle the absurdity of that description. “You are not cancelling your birthday dinner just because your – admittedly charming and extremely sexy – best friend can’t hop across the pond in quite as sprightly and timely a manner as we’d previously hoped. You shall go to the ball.”

(call me) in case you need an escape by viciouslyqueer. T, 6.8k. Alex was studying in the library when a man asked to sit with him. He’s beautiful.

will you be my (fake) boyfriend? by coffeecatsme. T, 8.2k. It's a split-second decision. He drops his towel aside and beelines next to the blonde, grabbing a bottle of vodka on his way so he doesn’t look suspicious, and slams it loudly on the counter next to the pair. The blonde jumps and stares at him with wide eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Alex drawls out; he’s careful to move slowly but he leans over the counter anyway, going up on his tiptoes, and lets his lips brush against his cheeks. The blonde hairs tickle his forehead. “And here I was wondering where my favorite person went.”

During his shift at his bar, Out Law'ed, Alex saves him from a handsy flirt by pretending to be boyfriends. They keep it going.

Green Means Go by @indomitable-love. E, 9.5k. ‘Ah the joys of student living,’ Henry says, smiling at Alex. There’s something warm in his eyes too despite the cool blue colour. ‘I see you found the dress code,’ he says smoothly, giving Alex a sly smile. His voice is smooth, honeyed and rich even over the vibrations of the music.

Alex’s brow furrows. ‘Dress code?’

Henry pauses. ‘You’re wearing green, are you not?’

‘Green?’ Alex asks, looking down at his shirt and then back to Henry, in a short sleeved yellow button up shirt, then to Pez in lime green. He looks around again – two girls on the dance floor dancing together, one in a deep green velvet dress, the other in a khaki jacket; a group next to them, all in red; someone dancing in yellow dungarees. Everyone around them in one of those three colours.

Oh, fuck.

‘This is a stop light party,’ Alex says dumbly.

Alex is an exchange student and ends up at a traffic light party that he doesn't realise is a traffic light party.

All in the mood for a melody by clottedcreamfudge. E, 9.6k. Alex has a new upstairs neighbour. This isn't a problem in and of itself; it's not like he hasn't had upstairs neighbours before. It's been a revolving door of characters since he first moved into his own apartment four years ago, and none of them has been particularly significant.

This person though - whoever they fucking are - has a piano.

Just Business by bleedingballroomfloor. T, 11k. “I just need you to know that this is strictly a business relationship.”

Henry blinks. His brain is taking a minute to process everything — meeting Alex. Dozens of pictures lining his office walls, each featuring a different persona of his. Brochures upon brochures, prices upon prices. It’s a bit overwhelming.

“You’re asking for a lot here,” Alex continues, “and that means we’ll be spending a lot of time together. A Golden Tux. You’re asking me to pull off a Golden Tux, Henry. But I need you to know that this is just business.”

Henry knows he’s asking for a lot. A best man. A wedding party. Time with his family. He knows that this should only be about business. He knows.

(He also knows that Alex is very, very attractive, and he knows that this will be a long four weeks with Alex.)

i'll bet it all on me and you, i'll bet it all you're bulletproof by @anincompletelist. M, 11k. ALSO podfic by @thirdeye1234

“Let’s do this,” he says.

“Let’s,” Alex agrees, pushing down on the handle until the door swings open. “After you, boyfriend.”

This is most definitely not his finest idea. Henry usually practices much better self preservation skills. Much better common sense skills. He steps over the threshold of Alex’s room and it feels like sealing his fate.

They’re doing this for Alex to win over their bosses in a lighthearted game with a harmless lie, but Henry can’t fight off the bitter knowledge that, regardless of how tonight goes, Alex will be fine, but Henry has so much to lose.

tangled up (with you) by @athousandrooms @dustratcentral. M, 16k. “See? I have no fucking filter. That’s exactly what got me into this situation. I guess the whole thing with wanting my mom to know I’m not straight got mixed up with all the frustration." Alex knows he's spiraling, panic rising the more he thinks of the snowballing effect of his lie, of the consequences that will inevitably come to bite him in the ass, but he has no idea how to stop it. "And now I have to come clean and tell her I don’t actually have a boyfriend and also explain why I lied, and if they didn’t think I was a complete mess before, this is gonna confirm it for sure.”

Henry takes hold of both his hands, fingertips stroking over his pulse points soothingly. “Alex, breathe.” He waits until Alex manages a slow, slightly shaky breath, then opens his mouth and throws him a fucking curveball. “What if you didn’t come clean?”

Alex is an expert at making messes, but this time he dug himself into a hole he doesn't know how to get out of, and now his family is expecting him to bring home a boyfriend that - small problem - doesn't exist. Luckily for him, Henry is willing to take the role.

Please Don’t Let Me Be So Understood by @cha-melodius. E, 20k. “I’m glad you both see it that way,” Dr. Chen says. Then she closes her notebook and folds her hands on top of it. “I think I’m starting to get a sense of where the issues lie. The good news is that you’re both here, and you’re both willing to work on this relationship. That’s promising. Not all of the couples I see are even at that point.”

“Sorry, what?” Henry says, voicing Alex’s stuttering thoughts as well.

(After one too many fights at work, Henry and Alex are assigned mandatory reconciliation therapy by their boss. Except the therapist thinks they're there for couples therapy... and surely, a bet on who will break first makes more sense than actually correcting her, right?)

Fifty First Dates by @welcometololaland. E, 26k. Henry has used a dating app exactly one time. Predictably, the date turns out to be terrible. The bartender, however, is not.

A cute stranger’s solution to Henry’s woeful dating life is to set him up on fifty first dates.

It's Tradition by firb (f_ing_ruthless_baz). M, 29k. It’s tradition. Whoever catches the bouquet at the wedding has to kiss the person closest to them. And maybe they’ll have a Spark.

Well Alex doesn’t give a heck about tradition, and he certainly doesn’t believe anyone is going to find their soulmate at a wedding like Prince Philip’s. And when he’s the one who gets accidentally flogged by florals at the toss, he certainly doesn’t think he’s going to Spark—not since the only one standing near him is Prince Dickhead himself.

When sparks fly and cakes collapse, Alex and Henry are going to have to face the music. They may be soulmates, but they sure don’t have to be happy about it.

Let Loose Your Glow by @athousandrooms. E, 45k. “Seems like my liege was caught in a situation where he’d rather the ground swallow him whole.” Pez nods towards a spot to the side, and Alex follows his gaze. He spots Henry easily – a tall lighthouse of tousled blond hair – talking to a girl who is clearly into him. His expression looks perfectly polite, but he’s subtly leaning away, and he looks tense.

So, Alex makes an impulsive decision.

Whatever happens, this is going to be fun.

Or: Alex is so very definitely straight, so pretending to be Henry’s boyfriend to get him out of an awkward situation should just be a fun little pastime - except that he doesn't really want to stop, and he has no idea why. But maybe it's okay to not think too hard and let himself go with the flow, for once.

Even if It's Just Pretend by nontoxic. E, 55k. “The queen wants to show that the Prince and the First Son are still deeply in love and committed to their countries.” Ellen swallows. “They want you to go on a tour of the Commonwealth together, to get the public to see those emails not as a sex scandal, but an invasion of privacy of a wholesome, loving relationship.”

“It was an invasion of privacy,” Alex says. He swallows. “Did they say what would happen if we say no?”

Ellen’s lips pinch tightly at the corners. “Then they will issue a full denial and Henry will tour the commonwealth himself.”

Alex doesn't hesitate. “Tell them we’ll do it. I’m not gonna let him do this alone."

It would kill him. Henry hates this shit. The public parading, the judgment. Having to do all of that, and deny who he is? Alex at least wants to be there, to hold his hand through it. Even if it's just as a friend.

It might kill Alex to pretend, but that’s a small price to pay to ensure Henry—his beautiful, vibrant, funny-as-hell, brilliant ex-not-quite-boyfriend—isn’t killed instead.

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or, the alex-never-goes-to-kensington-after-the-lake-house, exes-to-fake-dating-to-lovers fic.

Never Did Run Smooth by clottedcreamfudge. E, 67k. "You and me? Best friends. Stellar. Love that for us. But we could absolutely fake being in love. Dating. Whatever. I know literally everything about you—" (No you don't, Henry thinks firmly) "—and you know everything about me. We would absolutely fucking annihilate the other contestants.”

"You're too drunk to apply," Henry points out, like he himself isn't about as wasted as it's possible for him to be without curling up and going immediately to sleep. "I doubt you could spell your own name right on the application. Or mine."

Alex grins and pulls something up on his phone; it looks like it takes him a few tries. "Wanna fucking bet?"

Or: Henry's life is a comedy of errors; a patchwork of oopsie-daisies; a quilt stitched together with hauntingly terrible mistakes. And at the centre of it all is his best friend, Alex Claremont-Diaz; director of said comedy, threading together his oopsie-daisies into a flower crown, rolling around in the quilt of his own making, and this analogy is going to shit because Henry's so in love with him he wants to die.

praying our bridges don't make waves by anincompletelist (soldouthaz). E, 82k. He glances down to the word ‘LOVE’ at the bottom. It’s too loud, too harshly written. Alex doesn’t feel harsh or loud. He feels a lot, so much it’s overwhelming sometimes, but the edges are soft, not hard. There’s a glow around it, something hazy and barely tinted gold, and Alex feels like if he could reach out and put his hands near it, they would warm up like they used to when he stood in front of the old brick fireplace back home.

He glances at ‘LOVE’ and then loops back around to ‘HENRY’.

Maybe, Alex thinks, hands shaking, they’re one in the same. Whatever the fuck that means.

When June gets sick, Alex knows he'll do whatever it takes to make sure she gets the care that she needs. Even if that means convincing his nemesis/sexuality-crisis-inducing/clandestine hook-up partner/somewhat of an actual friend to pretend to be his soulmate in order to pull it off. It's both more and less complicated than it sounds.

lights, camera, action (roses, wisteria and royal bluebells) series by coffeecatsme. E, 200k. If you could have anything in the world, anything at all, what would it be?

Alexander Claremont-Diaz has clawed his way into Hollywood despite all the hurdles in his way, and now he's starring in his dream movie—a queer romcom adapted from one of his favorite books, Roses, Wisteria, and Royal Bluebells. However, he barely has the chance to be excited before he finds out who his costar is. The privileged, white, bigoted Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor.

The last thing Alex wants is to be associated with Henry more than he already has to, but a fateful interview and a few choice words against Henry turns him into enemy number one in Hollywood. To fix it, he has to pretend to be Henry's best friend and show the entire world his comments were nothing but friendly banter. However, as he gets inevitably tangled up in Henry's life, he realizes not everything is as it seems, and Henry might be hiding his own demons that might change everything.

I only tag an author once per post, but I'm still figuring out firstprince author handles. If you see one I may not know or find a broken link, please give me a heads up!

Master List of RWRB FirstPrince Recs

Master List of Recommendations

#firstprince #rwrb fic recs #rwrb #alex x henry #red white & royal blue

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rewatch nnt with me s2ep13-18

Hey boiz this is a draft from the summer but i want to enjoy interests again so it's getting published (ps i have an even cringier sideblog now @sillyspacehostilityy where i can rb things and not clog up y'all's feeds heehee)

it’s going by so fast 😭 BUT im gonna reread/actually finish the manga so it’s fine

“what do you think youre doing with her???” he’s making out with her Jericho, it’s kinda obvious

“I don’t think i like you. 😕” kwjfnlfsfighskfgl lollll

NEW INTROOOOO my second fave theme song too hehe

also the angst on this one is so good

there goes ban’s shirt. again

I honestly love Elaine’s rage, i wish they had left her just a tiny bit more fucked up. bc he exploding like that makes sense after all that she’s been through

cat fightttt. this does NOT pass the bechdel test

“asleep or awake, you’re the only thing that man thinks about” ouchie

mmm mind control anguish delicious

ban hearing that meliodas is the “traitor of the demon race” and just rolling with it<3

“Oh wait that was two! sorryyy i lost count” such a sassy little man i love him

ban has a pure and beautiful soul🥺

catch me crying over melban hahahaaaa

hendy looks cute in the tavern uniform tho haha

im just glad they kill galand quick so zhivago can return to his son in a peaceful death

the “dad” KILLS MEEEE

im in love with deldry. which i guess is her whole thing

deldry and arden tho... 👀👀👀

actually so impressed with Jericho

galand liking golf is canon. do with this information what you will

IM SO EXCITED FOR ESCANOR HEEHEE

wait how did i forget Escanor’s tavern is called my sweet glutton thats so cute🥺🥺

escanor is so babygirl i love him so fucking much

i love them so much too

IN ENGLISH ESCANOR SAYS HE’S FEELING CHARITABLE FOR LETTING MELASCULA GO BUT IN SPANISH HE SAYS HES FEELING FEMINIST LOLLLL

Ban and King brother in law relationship is actually the funniest possible relationship in this show

Diane constantly wanting to eat hawk sparks joy

gilfrost kinda hot, sad that hes literally just vivian :/

howzer saying “that’s our diane” after she uses double hammer and she winks at him...

theyre just rlly cute im sorrry

no bc why does sir nanashi seem like a western portrayed japanese stereotype in japanese media?

arthur and meliodas are so cute i want to see them interact more !!

I LOVE MELIODAS AND BAN SM their funny little deranged rituals are so cute 🤪

rip to arthur tho he looked terrified lol

im going to cry like a bitch when they get reunited in purgatory

why does meliodas call Hawk “bovine bastard”? Bovine means cow or beef. As someone from Texas, i am intimately familiar with livestock classifications and i am CONFUSED. it should be porcine

tiny griamore is so fucking cute on hendy’s back😭

but ban looks fucking terrifying what is up with his face lol

I cant believe escanor almost got fucking taken out by gloxinia lol hes so much stronger than him

the start of arthur and nanashi’s friendship !!

gloxinia’s substitute looking like gerheade 😭

shes so beautiful 🥺

I love the implication that Elaine WAS in fact going to kill them lol

Ban: I KNOW you didn’t just call me a baby *hand gets torn off*

Meliodas: uhh Ban, what just happened to your hand??

Ban: don’t you change the subject >:/

king is about to die from being too horny damn

bro why is dreyfus so fucking ripped bitch got me blushing like DAMN

#seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai #tess rambles #nnt #7ds #meliodas #elizabeth liones #elizabeth nnt #galand #melascula #rewatch nnt with me #tess rambles on her nnt rewatch #elaine nnt #elaine the fairy saint #ban nnt #arthur pendragon #arthur nnt #arthur sds

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Yan!Pantalone with fem childhood friend reader-

Sooooo this is actually my fave for me to write ( except that I write a lot of possibilities in the future with this but here goes one of my many thoughts)

What if, reader was there with Pantalone during their hard time as the 'mature figure' aka sister despite yourself in need of mature figure too. Taking care of him, always giving him the better options in food or clothes. Pantalone would remember how you'd always wrapped him with the blankets despite how you trembled from the weather (aight lets see what you got for us in the future after all the bs we've done for you snitch) But good times (not so good but) don't last long right? Especially with reader being famous for her bad lucks and stuffs. Basically, reader was trafficked, leaving Pantalone all alone. Reader knew they were in danger and just a day before this happened, reader shoo Pantalone away, asking him to look for a flower for her (which is super random, idk if he's willing or not, honestly up to you but he still did it anyway). Imagine the horror returning to his 'home' only find a blood trails that ended in the middle of the road. You were nowhere to be seen at all.

Time skip and here's one of the possibilities i really want to see you write it out QwQ

So what if Pantalone was striking a deal with a dude at a beauty house, one that could only be entered by the upper class people. Pantalone hated being there, he just hated how it made him look 'nasty' and he for sure didn't want you to see him like this (lol sike) Just when they were conversing with each other, you came to them, offering them drinks. Pantalone was about to shoo you away again like how he did to others but hell he didn't know how to feel about meeting you in a beauty house.

Obviously he's all sparked in joy to be able to see you again after years of searching for you but he's also internally panicking about his image now. Would you still acknowledge him after this? (Yup, overthinking at its finest but i'd like to pinpoint this as the main problem in his head)

So yada yada yada (up to you) at first reader had a hard time remembering him but after lots of thing and the mention of flower, reader remembered about him.

Soooo,it's a happy ending now right? *yeets* nope we wrote the yan tag for reasons

What happened to you? Oh he's punished people he suspected to be your captors, even the innocents are not safe from his overthinking (idk wht but u get it).

What about the people in the beauty house? Who touched you intimately? Oh how there'd be lots of people missing and dying in a short period of time after all of this.

Not even the people who watched you dance are free from his 'punishments'. Not dead but still, 'punished'.

Oh? The beauty house owner didn't want to 'sell' you to him? Fine he could do it the hard way. What happened to the beauty house? Its business slowly dropped down. Still holding tightly to you? Fine have this blow, a fire burnt down half of the beauty house. He was careful not to burn the area around your room, making sure you'd be able to run away just in time from the fire.

Right, what? The owner still held you tightly as one of his source of income? Fine, bye bye then. Tbh he had a love and hate relationship to its owner, on one hand he knew the owner took good care of everyone, protecting them from all those shady men and ensuring you're still alive up until for him to meet you. But why would he let you work not only as a dancer but also a 'bed warmer'? He didn't care the fact that it's your own willingness.

Either way, he didn't feel any guilt at all. He tried to end things peacefully but it just so happened that the man thought of him as a shady man. What a shame.

Welp, what matter now is that you're here with him now! Althoughhh that didn't mean his overthinking traits ended already. Welp, idk what happened next

Thank you for listening to my long ass ramblings too

*peaces out*

yandere! Pantalone x Childhood friend! AE! Reader

Usual tags, except this one has uh potential gore(?), sexual themes(ain't a yandere without a bit of it), power harassment, drug use, Minors do NOT interact. (Ps, tell me what tags I'm missing) yo this is 3.3 k worth of words.

@youyue

A Durak's little miss fortune

"Oh bubbles, what have you done? Opening a very interesting plot like that and almost little to no restrictions? I live for it. I hope you aren't too concerned about what fate has for this little flower. " - Scribe

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Shadows lengthen, dim streets darken. To most people crept back under their sheets, yet here he is. The man with the very definition of wealth weighed in his name. Sat on a chair of their booked room in the 'beauty house', honestly speaking; he could care less about the establishment that fattens decadence at the lap of luxury. But with his imperial image on the line, or someone's head will roll.

Avoiding eye contact with the wretched woman on stage of the velvet room, body bending and twirling in odd angles, giving an eyeful of imagination to her viewers. As if it is no big deal for her being gawked at.

"Yes, that is our proposition for you, Lord Harbinger Pantalone." Said the rotundan before looking over to the service lady dressed in rather obscene clothing.

"Thirsty, my good sirs?" The 9th Harbinger huffed, waving his hand at the girl attending them.

"How many times do we have to tell you, we don't need-...any… thing…" With an irked voice slightly raised. Stopped midway once he saw the placid woman before him, offering beverages on a stainless steel tray.

"Understood, good sirs. I shall notify my other sisters at once." The once gentle and loving look he misses so much now turned stone cold, bowing before being dismissed. So many questions raced in his mind, why are you here? How? For how long? Wait you're here, you must be disgusted at why he's here instead of finding you.

Pantalone was about to call out to apologise but he's in a meeting and you already disappeared in the sea of people. Sadness stung in his iced heart, yet he dared not show it. Especially when this fatso is in front of him.

"Fancy her, Lord Harbinger?" The well off man asked, curiously. "Can't blame you, Lord Harbinger. Everyone calls her Fortune, she usually sings and dances on stage around the weekends." Oh, he knows what this gross pig wants. Getting on his good side to make the deal a lot easier, unfortunately for him. It merely soured his mood, no one should talk like that to an angel like you. And he means NO ONE.

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Next thing he knew, he's at home. Thrashing some of the documents all the clues about his missing half, you. His seething rage would not go unnoticed as he thought of all the sickening situations that they have done to you to make you so submissive bending to the whims of those lowly men. Of how many times you've cried to have someone save you in your predicament, scared and alone.

That last memory he has of that consequential moment into his mind. The pile of rubble that is their home, made from bits and bobs that they happen to come across. Makeshift door broken, an undeniable red stain leading nowhere, followed by claw marks against the dirt and snow. It still haunts him, the day his only warmth in this cruel world is taken away so easily. If he hadn't gone to take that flower instead you would have been at his side… Then again, because of that flower he was able to be acquainted with people, make connections. Almost like you gave him your remaining luck.

"My lord, we have a copy of Orlestine's account book!" An agent reported to him from the door. Orlestine, a wealthy name that holds the yoke of servitude.

" Enter, and leave it on the table" the employee did as they were told. "And one more thing… make sure to keep tabs on her." Added the bifocal man.

"Understood, Lord Harbinger." Leaving the pride of the northland bank alone. Just like the others in his life, but not this time. Not when he has found his other half.

"Soon… I'll make those dastards pay a hundred- no, over millions of times with what they've done with you." His rage knew no bounds as he recalled all the terrible things he told you before you were whisked away from that dumpster fire of a shelter.

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"You're a terrible cuddler… " normally you would laugh at his cold affection. He notices your arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer to you.

"Maybe I am, but that doesn't stop me." Your voice trembled as you put your chin on top of his head.

"Always helping that girl at the church… She doesn't even help you." The pretty-eyed boy mumbled, noticing your body has a hint of perfume. He wasn't a fool, he knew that the church girl was taking advantage of your kindness.

" It's not always about getting help." Only you would smile, he hates it. How his chest ached and yearned to be with you, the only gold hearted person he knew.

" You're just going to get hurt." Not knowing of the danger that had instored for the next day, shivered slightly when he felt the draft from one corner.

" Even so, I just wanted to help. " You hugged him more, he could see the warm breath against the chilly wind." Do you want me to sing? " Noticing it's growing late, and knowing his fondness of your melody.

" No way, you sound so terrible." He wanted to bite his tongue at the moment, but he didn't want to sleep. He's scared, and doesn't know what the reason was.

" Alright, alright, I hear you. Rest up, I need you to go get something for me tomorrow morning. It's really important." Soot stained face pouted, looking up at you when he heard that.

" Ha? Didn't you hear what that guy said about a snowstorm tomorrow?" You laughed a bit before rubbing your cold fingers on his cheek trying to get the ash off.

"Please, it's important. " With how soft your voice was, he knew you really needed it. But for what?

" Pah, go find someone else to do that. " Again, he wants to beat himself up for being such an asshole.

" Oh, alright." You merely sighed and kissed his head. For being an understanding person just doesn't sit right with him.

" You're really annoying, you know?" Murmured, leaning his head on your chest. He truly despised the situation they're in.

" Yeah, yeah, just sleep you little munchkin." Pinching his cheek to get a reaction out of him and laugh.

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And that was the last conversation he had with you, he wanted to say something different at the time. Still his own mouth betrayed him, barred from showing his own feelings to her. Compared to you, always wearing your heart on your sleeve, a faint light that shines even the darkest and coldest of places.

"Count Kintis." Pantalone threw a knife at a picture on the wall, riddled with red strings. He needed to act fast before his beloved had gone too deep in this little hell of milk and honey.

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He wanted to confront you about it first. Going back would be a good start, he had booked a private room and requested you specifically. But got denied at a certain time since she's taken at that hour, he had no choice but to change the meeting a bit before seeing you.

Once Pantalone sat back down in the sinful establishment. He could only imagine what other torturous things they'll do to you. Snapping out of his thoughts when he heard a strikingly familiar voice

" If you had prepared twenty years ago// You wouldn't be a-wanderin' now from door to door//"

Honeyed voice rang in the faintly lit room, looking up to the stage where you stood. Dressed in a shimmery red tight fitting apparel accompanying a person with a piano. Men started to stare, undressing you with their gaze. It's sickening, all he could think of is; how DARE they dirtied your image. The sweetest and pure girl he used to know, reduced to such depravity all because of his mistake all those years ago..

He adores your soft voice that sings to him at night easing his worries. Bringing warmth despite the howling winds. Is the song dedicated to him abandoning you? Is this how you've felt when you wait daily to see if anyone would miss or even save you? He's certain of it… no doubt you have to be rescued.

After the stage, a roar of claps erupted from the audience followed by whistles. Which only further summons his ire. He attempted to follow the songstress to her dressing room for a little chat. But was stopped because some man decided to talk to you, so he had to step in.

"I've been looking all over for you." Pantalone put his hand on your shoulder.

"Oh- uhm.. sir." He hates to admit it, but seeing you a bit flustered is adorable but that's not the point!

"Eh? Do you know him, fortune?" The man seemed displeased with how well dressed and intimate he is with you.

" Yeah, he's my next customer." You bluffed, but that is the truth. The Regrator did book you.

His eerie smile directed at the harasser who seemed to get the message about what might go down, and left. Keeping a mental note on that fellow.

A heavy sigh of relief washed over her. "Thank you, kind sir." Now there's that smile he loves to see. You must be really scared to be here, which is why he's here to scoop you up and pay your debt off.

"It was no problem at all, darling." Despite their age being so close, he had grown taller thanks to your help.

"But I do want to talk to you if that is okay with you. It will only take a few moments of your time." He had practised and prepared for this moment of his life, yet his hands were shaking. Not out of excitement, but with fear.

" Of course." Normally you'd be happy helping someone.

" Excellent, is your name ____?" Asking, no need to be hasty, he needs every little and single detail burned into his mind.

You answered, and everytime he asked another. He was so sure you're that girl he met all those ages ago when he was just a pauper with no mora to his name. The conversation started to circle once there were answers that didn't match up or didn't satisfy him, but paraphrasing the first questions. Growing weary of this, he pulled out a pristine flower and showed it to you.

"You know, a poor friend of mine left me this one pitiful morning. She made me fetch a pathetic flower in hopes to ditch me and have a perfect life without me. She would always sing me these strange songs where twin black stars twinkle in the night to guide damnable souls like mine." Pantalone lied in order to get something out of you, noticing your distressed look. He stopped with his relentless questionnaires.

His face softened once tears started to roll down your visage, ruining your makeup.

"Little munchkin… ?" Using the nickname that you gave him, her hand on her head. It felt like it's going to split.

Gloved hand tried to touch your cheek "Oh, my angel-." But another voice called out to you, seeing you flinched at the sound and quickly put up a façade that everything's fine.

"Fortune… " The older looking gentleman came over to calm you down. Saying something before looking at Pantalone as if he had done something wrong.

He got kicked out of the building. For the first time, he was denied something by a mere commoner. But it won't be the first time he'll be persistent on getting what he wants.

He'll start negotiating, from time to time out of mercy. It would have worked if that old wind bag would just let him speak to you. No one would even look at him or even tell him to come back next time. It's insulting that they're treating him like he's the same beggar before he rose to power!

So he stopped going and began his next phase, fine if they didn't want to talk to them it'll be their own damn fault if ruin comes to them.

Sending some fatui agents around the area to keep tabs. One has reported that you kept singing your heart out of sorrow by yourself in the middle of the night. A tune that would always lull him to slumber… That quelled the voices in his mind that it's a plea for help. But first he has to feed the ever so ravenous knowledge seeker.

Your poor admirers met an 'accidental' demise one by one.. Others met a swift and painless death, another ended with accidents, some went missing, framed and tried in court. Though, he had kept a select few in a pen that ultimately disgust him. First when they devoured the rotting flesh of their leftover livestock. Still hungry, they turned upon themselves. All the while Pantalone watched from afar in the comfort of his opulent home.

Then there's that one time where someone had bumped onto you, they too weren't spared. Especially that girl with a jaded expression. One that threatened to sue you in court for causing her husband's infidelity.

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From days to months, the old crod of the accursed métier finally made his move. The stygian haired man found one of the batch being transported, the one that didn't have you in it.

"I gave you numerous warnings and signs, gaffer. Give my little angel back." Pantalone hissed with a sinister smile. He may be merciful to some degree, but there is a limit to his thinning patience with stubborn people.

"Over my dead body, Regrator! First, you harassed my child then proceeded to corner me to a wall. You're nothing but a coward hiding behind that pile of money of yours!" The bald man goaded, using his arms to imitate a shield the girls. It effectively summoned the heavy coated man's indignation.

"Sir, if I may." One agent talks.

"Permission to speak, granted. Be quick about it." He knows this agent would take pity on the old man.

"Thank you, how about a little gamble? A game of Durak." They suggested it, making the banker hum in curiosity.

Durak, a traditional game where the goal is to have an empty hand. Rather odd for the agent to suggest this, since this is one of the things that got him to where he is today..

"What do you say, josser?" The shaven head man looked at the girls and thought this'll be a trap. But what other choice does he have?

With the game set, cards from the beauty owner provided a bit of an advantage on his part..

The first round goes to the owner, then the next, and the next until the fourth when Pantalone had started to catch up. Comparing the two is like calling a zucchini a cucumber.

"l, won." With such triumph, not once did he open his eyes as the defeated player collapsed to his knees, salty tears leaked out of his eyeballs. Pleading the girls to let go as they have nothing to do with this.

"Please, Lord Harbinger, have a heart and leave my children alone!" Cried the loser, begging for the 9th's mercy at his feet after his inevitable defeat at the game of Durak. It was only a matter of time..

" 'Have a heart', you say? Well, I can arrange that." The young man smiled lightly like normal but to the old man that didn't want to hand over any of his girls or 'children' rather, felt the foreboding deal he verbally struck. The girls behind him huddled together, paled at the implications that come with it.

"Oh, he's going to love this patient." Laughed the Regrator as the agents took hold of the caretaker who was thrashing around. He had a plan for the other girls to be sent away, not bothering them… but did send a few other girls to be closely inspected by the doctor for 'analysis'.

"Tell him to take his sweet time with the others." Waving his hands away at the agents that rallied the girls in separate binds, their wails and pleas go unheard by them as they are being pulled to go under the scalpel.

"Lord Harbinger! We have uncovered the girl!" Reported another that just arrived. And now the real fun begins.

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Back at his home there you are, resisting Pantalone's kindness when he's trying to be patient with you. Each time returning with a gift covered in gilt. And declined once again. He's just as ruthless as he is merciful to you.

" If you love that vulgar job so much, then I'll be obliged to satisfy you in your needs…"

" Oh, come on… you could do better than that.."

"Look at you… So filthy, whoring yourself out like that...I can't believe you were manipulated into agreeing with those dunces."

Whispering those into your ear as you were chained and gagged to the bed. "My lovely, little angel, don't worry. I'll take good care of you this time. Don't give me that talk about being selfless, they're abusing it…" he ran his fingers through your hair.

" Be a good little munchkin for me instead, sing all those songs when we're young…" it's probably best for you to do as he says.

You had become his security blanket, the only thing besides money that can brighten his day. It's not complete if he didn't wrap your body up in a blanket and cuddle you.

If you did return his feelings, perhaps he'll let you out of the chains occasionally. That goes for accepting gifts from him. You must welcome it with open arms and display it upon your body for him to see. Only you would see that genuine smile on that face when he brushed your hair.

The obsession in his eyes grew darker with time. Mumbling how you don't need to lift a finger anymore for anyone. Just let him be the brains for both of you, and you just sit pretty like a doll for him.

Even after that there is one fear that hasn't been quelled within him. What if you found a way to revolt? What would he do to satiate your needs?

Thinking back, that flower you gave him had allowed him to befriend an alchemist, a pill was given after he shared his sob story.

"Fret not friend, for this is the solution you seek of.. have your friend consume it and then she is all yours until death."

Oh, to use or not to use. It all depends on how you behave, either comply willingly or comply forcefully. Either way, he doesn't want to hurt you. But if it's the betterment to get you to stay in his arms, he doesn't seem to have a reason to be guilty about.

"Dear… open your mouth." You didn't as he tried to push the pill in your lips, hands tried to push him away but felt weak since you tried to boycott by not eating.

"It's for your own good, you'll feel better once you eat it… EAT IT. " Pantalone threatens his darling angel to open her mouth by squeezing her cheeks, tossing the pill in your lips before kissing your lips to force the petite maiden to submission.

Moans escaped your mouth as hands gripped on his back, panting as your body felt sweaty. A black pill like size appeared on your ear. Whispering temptations into your ear and slowly bending to the greedy will of his.

Continuing his kisses down to your collar bone, giving love marks all over your body. For some odd reason it felt warm, light touches are enough to make your vision spin around.

"Ha..! Please… " Some drool dribbled down your chin. Your hands looped over his head pulling him closer to your chest.

"Mm, of course my little angel. Anything for you. Go on. Sing my little angel! "

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For some odd reason I feel quite unsatisfied with this. Or am I just being too harsh?

#reader insert #fatui x reader #genshin x reader #pantalone x reader #pantalone x you #yandere pantalone #genshin x you

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