#loustat x reader

Lestat's ears perked up as he heard you come into the room the three of you share, his eyes find yours as he leaves dark hickies and kisses along Louis throat. Something in his gaze pleads and demands you come to bed with them. Louis moans softly as Lestat's teeth sink into his throat, his fingers slowly moving to undo Louis's button up shirt laying him down on the bed.

"Come to me, Ma Ange. Louis's been rather bad tonight," Lestat gently pulls you close by the tie of your long coat, fingers swiftly untying the material. "I might have to be a little more creative with my punishments...and you are going to help me..." He whispers half to you and half to Louis in a low sultry tone, repurposing the tie from your coat into a rope to tie Louis's hands to the headboard.

"I have not, he's totally lying." Louis says in a slightly bratty tone with a grin but he doesnt make any choice to move, allowing his blonde haired lover to tie his hands to the headboard above him.

"You see what I have to deal with when you are gone prowling the night?" Lestat teases as he gestures to Louis before standing up to make his way to you. "And you are far too clothed for what I need you for, you will be my instrument and the musician will be me."

You arm twisted behind you to unbutton you dress but Lestat quickly swatted it a way. "Tsk...No man should ever make his lover undress herself." His growled softly and pressed his lips gently pressed to your back as he languidly undid every button with precision, skill.

"What did you do to him?" You ask Louis through your thoughts as you smile and stare at the man now tied to the bed.

"I have no idea, he's been like this all night...jumped on me as soon as you left." Louis's eyes sparkle as he responds to you with a smile, his eyes moving across your now mostly naked body. Lestat's hands moving to unclip your garter, pulling your underwear off but not your stockings.

"If the two of you don't quit talking to eachother without including me, I will punish you both." Lestat states with a hungry tone as he reaches around you gently rubbing your clit with a soft even pressure. "Look at him, Ma Cherie."

Your eyes find Louis's blushing a bit as you lean back against Lestat's chest, the both of them always treated you like a princess. Lestat's lips found your throat, his middle and ring finger gently swiping across your wetness, spreading you open before slipping them inside.

A quiet sigh left your lips as his fingers curled gently moving just enough to feel good but not too much as to ruin you before he's able to do what he has planned. Louis's pupils dialated as he watches both of his lovers infront of him listening to your soft sighs of pleasure.

Suddenly he removes his fingers without any explanation why, his fingers soaked as well as your thighs, smirking as you let out a whine.

"Son visage ressemble à une bonne chaise, n'est-ce pas?" (His face looks like a comfortable chair, doesn't it?) Lestat whispers into your ear and guides you forward onto the bed helping you to straddle Louis's face. Looking down you can see the suprise on Louis face having never done this but Lestat guides your hips lower before Louis can question it.

A muffled noise of content leaves Louis lips, he pulls at the tie forgetting his hands are bound so badily wanting to touch you which causes Lestat to smirk.

Moving over, Lestat straddled Louis chest so he can guide your hips against Louis mouth, Louis tongue slowly darting out to get a feel of you. "Just enjoy it, Sweetheart." Lestat whispers in your ear, his hands gently guiding your hips back and forth as he kisses your throat leaving little kisses, then hickies before sinking his teeth in drinking from your throat with a hum of content.

The blood that doesnt make it into his mouth pours down your chest, onto your stomach and abdomen, down to right where Louis mouth is, causing him to move with more speed and hunger. Lestat notices the way Louis reacting and holds you hips still causing you to whine and whimper, causing your hips to jerk against Louis mouth. Lestat can feel it, how much you need it and how close you already are but he knows you'll ruin it for yourself due to wanting to pull back when youre close, it happens every time. He moves his middle finger down to rub your clit, his other arm around your abdomen to keep you from moving too much. "Don't ruin it, My Sweet. Let him ruin you. Trust us, close your eyes, feel it."

You do as your told and close your eyes, Lestat moving his arm to again to move your hips against Louis mouth. The combination of Lestat's lips on your throat, his finger on your clit, Louis tongue and the blood trickling down the front of your torso feels like heaven. "Tell Louis...Tell him how you feel."

"It feels amazing, like nothing I've ever...." You reach down to Louis but Lestat stops you....

"Hold the headboard." Lestat instructs as both of them get you so so close. Lestat presses his fingers down more and Louis dives deeper which causes the tightness in your stomach to snap and wash over you like a drug. Lestat smirks and slowly guides you off Louis and lays you beside him.

Louis lies there with half amazed, half prideful expression looking over at you as Lestat unties him, the both of them giving you that same look they always do when they tire you out.

"That was somethin'." Louis states with a smirk before kissing Lestat to allow him the taste of you on his lips.

"She is always something, isnt she, Mon Coeur?" Lestat looks over at you with the same expression Louis has before grabbing a handkerchief to wipe Louis mouth.

"Are you still with us?" Lestat asks as he notices the way you seem to be entirely out of it, wiping blood gently from your throat and body even making sure to clean the dampness from between your thighs.

You nod and cuddle into Louis with your head on his chest. "She's alive for now, she looks pretty tired." Louis tells Lestat before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I've never seen a woman from that angle."

Hearing the suprise and appreciation from Louis mouth he agrees, laying down behind you gently rubbing your hip. "She is truly beautiful from every angle." He pecks Louis lips and then your cheek, content to just lay with you both.

"Just one touch, one touch, one touch too much..." Trailing off, singing as he plays a few notes, trying his hardest to get this song to come together. yet another night at the piano trying to formulate this song. "Ugh, no. Awful." It's for you, not that he'd say that to you that, nor to Louis, but it's rather obvious the way he pours himself into everything he writes.

Louis is where he normally is lying on the sofa reading a book with his legs crossed, his fingers moving over the freyed edges of a blood he's read a hundred times over.

You pressed your face against the cool wood of the threshold as you get home, listening to him even though he's asked you not to. "You know I can hear you, Ma Ange. (My Angel) I told you, it's not ready."

"You're struggling. I can help."

"I assure you, I don't think so. What do you know of writing music?"

"I don't know? I sing at a speakeasy almost nightly, but how would that make me qualified?" Smirking and heading upstairs to take a warm shower after such a long night, still only in your coat and the very scandelously short fringe dress you have on.

In an instant, you could've heard a single drop of blood drip down onto the wood floor; it's that quiet. Lestat's pale blue eyes turned to Louis with confusion, only to be mirrored by Louis's same expression. "She's been...How did we not notice this?"

"I mean, we did promise not to pry into her thoughts when we agreed on a human companion." Uncrossing his legs, sitting up, putting a bookmark on the page and closes it. He gets up with the intent of snooping in the coat you just put on the rack, hoping to see where you've been.

"Yes, but if I knew she was a singer, I would've agreed to having her around much quicker. Maybe I wouldn't have seen her like a pet for so long." Looking at his lyrics with even more annoyance as he tries yet again to get the words he's looking for onto the page. He hears her singing quietly in the shower, something he notices before but didn't pay much attention to; neither of them had.

"Our girl's been singing at the Dahlia." Louis whistles before speaking as he holds the speakeasy's card between his pointer and middle finger; Lestat's eyes almost pop out of his head. No one gets into the Dahlia without an invite; you have to know someone who knows someone who knows someone.

"Even if it's true, that place is more than it's fair share of pretentious." Lestat pretends not to let it affect him, but he is truly proud of you and a little jealous. It means you aren't just a good singer but a wonderful performer too.

"Do you think she'd let us come watch her sing? We can make it into...ya know a night?" Louis asks, a bit excited, with a smile. He knows how Lestat loves a show, and they definitely put on shows at the Dahlia, plus it's easier to moonlight as a couple of normal straight men when they go out with you in public.

"I suppose we could ask her; I am dying to for a proper night out. I can only handle the side eyes for so long."

"Les, Baby, can you get me a towel? I forgot to put a new one in here." You shout from the bathroom upstairs, steam rolling out of the crack in the door.

"I can talk to her about it today; it's my turn to have her in my coffin anyway." Lestat claims before heading to the washroom to grab you a fresh towel, even as Louis gets onto him.

"You just had her in there yesterday!"

"Yes, but you had her in there two nights in a row a couple of days ago."

"Only because you hurt her feelings!"

Your soft wet feet pad down the stairs as they both start to argue louder and louder, your fingers leaving a small trail of water on the railing. "Both of you, enough. I'll sleep in my own bed if you two don't stop bickering." Reaching out to grab the towel Lestat has in his hand, glancing over to see the card in Louis's hand.

"Don't look so surprised, I sing in the shower all the time. I'll see if I can't get you guys in if you're interested and yes, I've been evesdropping." Gently toweling your body off infront of them so the floor doesn't get anymore soaked it and it's nothing they haven't seen before. "...and Louis, rules are rules regardless of the reasoning, Mon Amor. Fair is fair." You kiss him softly to try to keep them both civil before heading upstairs to get dressed, both of them shamelessly staring at your ass as you ascend the stairs.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph..." Lestat's eyes follow you even further, like a fish on a hook. A smile on his face like he's won the lottery. "I told you, Louis."

Everything had changed, but maybe loving Louis and Lestat didn't? Or at least you don't think so? Everything's changed; before this, you wanted nothing more than them, but now? Now you feel like you might crack their skull if only just to drink the blood inside.

"You aren't a monster, Ma Ange." Lestat's voice snapped you out of your dark thoughts with a gentle tone, as he tried to approach you, just as Louis had, but again it made you feel confined, running as quickly as you could away from them. Lestat's blonde hair didn't even have a chance to move for you moved in a gust for a mere blink across the house.

"Maybe we should give her space." Louis gently places his hand on Lestat's back rubbing his fingers gently over his soft shirt, speaking in a worried but supportive tone. Louis loves you both terribly so he knows how much this is just killing Lestat to be away from you, how scared you are, and how much you wish you weren't feeling these kinds of impulses.

"She does not need space, she needs us, Louis. I feel her anguish, loneliness, and frustration." Lestat says before attempting to rush off in your direction, only to be grabbed gently by Louis by his arm and pulled to his chest.

"I know you can, I feel it too but I might have a better idea." Louis says as he closes his eyes to listen for your thoughts, searching and searching til he hears your soft whimpering and terrified thoughts. He grabs a pen and writes down what he's going to say to you vs your reply so Lestat can follow along without being able to hear since he is both of your makers.

"Are you okay, Sweetheart?" Louis' voice drifted into your mind like a soft hug, a warm blanket, or a clear starry night. He asked you so sweetly and softly as to keep you calm, he wasn't so pushy as Lestat when he was worried.

"I'm scared, Louis. What if I never get over this? What if I'm a monster? What if I hurt you both?" Your voice drifted back to his with a quivering shaky sadness, tears falling down your cheeks.

"How about this? How about Lestat and I love you here and now like always but in the meantime we give you some space? When you need me you just find my voice, is that okay?" Louis's eyes flickered to Lestat as he watched his lover read the words he wrote on the parchment to check that he agreed with everything, earning a soft nod.

"Tell her I am here too if she needs anything, all she needs to do is ask. If you're my heart, Louis then she is my soul. I need you both and I can't let anything happen to her." Lestat asked with a bit of a quiver in his tone, he didn't expect such a reaction to the Dark Gift but it hits everyone differently.

Louis relays the message back to you and your heart stammers and swells again listening to his voice, a few tears falling down your cheek. They've both been so sweet and supportive, it just kills you how much this hunger has clouded your judgment, but you now know truly that you have time and support to fight it, it would just take patience.

A few weeks passed and you asked Louis a few things about diet and food as well as asking him to relay messages to Lestat. You asked for criminals, like some vigilante, Louis found it rather endearing and Lestat found it righteous. Lestat normally wouldn't wait around for some sort of twisted sense of vigilantism but this isn't for anyone random, it's for you.

Lestat dragged yet another man into your room and was just about to quickly leave when he heard your voice for the first time in weeks and a soft plea. "Stay...I wanna know I can do this, that I won't hurt you."

His feet stopped just barely at the threshold of the doorway and he looked back at you with hope as his heart swelled, he had missed you so dearly. Lestat dragged the man even closer to you, checking if you'd bite him if he took your food like a hungry stray pup. Your teeth showed as you growled a slight bit and then practically shuddered as you did so.

"Come here, Ma Ange. Share him with me, it will help you overcome your senses." He says as he offers you his bloody hand, he had cut the man's vocal cords so he couldn't scream as he dragged him back to the home you three share.

Louis silently listened to your thoughts from the other room, feeling calm wash over him a bit as he realized you're willing to take Lestat up on his offer when a few weeks ago you would've nearly ripped his head off for even thinking to ask you to share.

Your soft hand with nails sharpened like daggers finds his, he's almost entranced even more as he sees the way your eyes have finally turned to that same distinct way as his and Louis's had. He guides you to kneel down, holding the man upright as he struggles with very little energy to try to fight him off offering him to you like the finest dinner entrée.

Lestat's teeth pierce the man's neck shortly after yours do into the terrified man lying on the ground but Lestat doesn't let go of your hand, his thumb gently rubbing against your wrist even as you try to pull away. You initially find it annoying how he's holding your hand but slowly you calm as you realize this is his way of supporting you and teaching you.

Louis now watches from the doorway, contemplating joining you both even though he doesn't like killing humans but realizes he needs to do this for you. He slowly approaches, getting a small growl out of you but you do nothing to stop him as his teeth sink into the man's. wrist, reaching for your other hand which is now blood soaked and sticky but regardless he laces his fingers with yours.

You woke in a ditch, face down with no memory of how you got here just tattered clothes and strange holes in your throat feeling extremely weak. Worry shot through you, you hadn't made it home that night, in your scared state all you wanted was your mother and father for comfort you like a child. For them to tell you it's alright and it was nothing but a bad dream...

Running as quick as your weak body will get you, the dew dampening your clothes as you ran over familiar streets, yards as dirt stuck to the bottoms of your feet...Eventually you made it and you quickly entered the little cottage just as the sun started peering over the horizon.

"Hmmphf." Your little brother made a soft noise as he slipped and fell on the steps going down to the basement as ge heard the door slam, in an instant your mouth watered at the smell like a shark looking for it's next meal.

As soon your brain caught up to your mouth, it you jolted back away from the open door leading downstairs. He's only but a mere five years, smallwr than your average child after the sicknesses he had not a year prior.

"Ah Honey, you're home. We were so worried for you!" Your mother calls out, you nearly having shoved her when you backed up, her arms coming around to hug you...

A soft beat drew your attention under her skin and had you growling and before you knew it. You turned within a blink and teeth latched into her throat causing her to scream.

Your father rushed in with his rifle, shooting a round into your back hoping to save his wife, not realizing it is indeed his daughter doing the crime. Anger shot through you as the bullet stung in your back, soon enough his heart was lonesome, beating in your hand away from his body now on the floor.

A small child scream echoed in your ears, your little brother had just came up the steps and that's all you can remember until you came to. Sitting upon the six members of your family, your mother, father, older brother, and younger twin sisters and the small five year old boy...

Your entire body is covered in warm, slick, hot, thick and delicious blood. Since when was it night again? The sun had just begun to think about cresting when you made it home earlier, had you spent all day feeding on the bodies of your family members?

It feels more enthralling than revolting, that fact makes your stomach churn. In an instant the smell is all too much, you rush outside as red tears fall down your cheeks, startling you and yet again scaring you of your own self and whatever you've become.

Sobbing and pulling your knees to your chest you just sit there in a panicked state. The night air cooling the bloodlust inside you making you realize even more what you'd done today.

"It get's easier in time..." A soft and reassuring voice met your ears as an ivory hand found it's way to your shoulder. He had heard your cries in the morning, your thoughts and feelings, creating an instant connection between you both, drawing him to you from twenty miles away.

"It's sticky." You whimpered out a sob as you turned and looked up at the man; His eyes so striking and blue, his handsome soft skin, the way the moonlight shined through his blonde hair..."Was he an angel?"

"I know it is, Petit Agneau. (Little Lamb) Who did this to you?" Lestat ignored the observation in your thoughts, asking as he shrugged off his long coat and wrapped it around your bloody body. Gently he placed a hand on the small of your back to guide you to sit on a stump in the middle of the yard which your father and older brother had cut down for firewood for this last winter.

"I don't know...Was it you?" You ask with a tone of mistrust since he appeared out of nowhere like a ghost. Worried that maybe he's toying with you, maybe he finds this funny? Maybe he's no angel, maybe a demon sent to drag you into hell itself.

"I wouldn't've left you in the morning to burn to a crisp under the sunrays, I am not so cruel." He says with a gentle tone as if you didn't accuse him of causing this mess. Lestat find himself needing to be gentle with you, taking each slow step by step until he notices your struggle to stay upright.

"How did you know I was left outside?" Your mind races, he just got here and you never told him that it was norning when you woke. You hadn't even had time to processed what had happened let alone tell some stranger.

"Communication is one if the very unique things about us vampires...Some of us can hear eachothers thoughts for hundreds of miles..." Lestat swiftly moves around the property with clear knowledge of the place. "Stay here." He speaks into your head without even saying a word, his voice as clear as he'd been speaking aloud.

Your body had begun to ache, it feels like someone had rearranged every bone and every organ. Puzzle pieces that your body had to rearrange and put back together on its own.

Suddenly he's walking out to you, with an inferno blazing behind him...your childhood home up in flames, your family's bodies still in there.

"No! No!" Your brain coming to as it realizes whats happening causing you to try to run back in there. Lestat promptly grabs you, holding you to his chest as you cry. Swiftly, he picked you up to get you very far from this fire thats destined to draw attention of everyone within miles from here.

"Shhhh...it will all be fine, you will see." He whispers sweetly and places you in his auto. Suddenly and all at once passing out from crying on the seat beside him, overwhelmed from the last twelve or so hours of confusion and horror.

-> 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑻𝒘𝒐

-> 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

It's been about three months since you turned but the pain and blame still sit in your stomach like a million ton boulder...You're snappy and harsh with Lestat on occasion even as he's been so gentle and loving, still certain and sure that you are intertwined with his entire being and future. He's unusually patient when it comes to you and he's happily surprised that his humanity has peeked through like a crack through a broken window.

"You have to come to terms with it at some point, Ma Ange...Quit blaming yourself, we don't have control when we're reborn." He softly runs his hands through your hair as you cuddle him like a lifeline with your head on his stomach.

"Was it like that for you?" You asked with part of hope that it wasn't because of how bad you feel but part of hope that it was so he understands the pain you feel, how it could swallow you whole. His hand stopped in its tracks as if wondering if he wanted to tell you this or not.

"His name was Magnus..." He starts slowly, giving himself time to process it. "He took me from my room in Paris as I kicked and screamed..."

"He lived in Paris? Like the one in France?" You wondered to yourself, startled as Lestat replies out loud to your silent thoughts.

"Yes, in France..Take this seriously...It's not to be taken lightly, it's not something I get enjoyment out of speaking about..." His eyes finding yours below him, making sure your attention is fully on him, it's a story he won't repeat and he won't waste his breath if you aren't listening.

"He kept me for a week, locked in a room full of corpses..." He continued to speak with a soft tone, feeling you stiffen as he mentioned the corpses and he your mind flashes back to your family but he continues.

"Some of them were new, fresh...some of them has begun to rot and discolor...but they all looked like me...my coloring, my body, my build...their eyes the same as my own...in the dim light they stared at me with vacant dead expression...he'd feed on me night after night and then he'd put me back in the tower with the corpses..." His voice cracking a little as he continues the story of becoming the same thing you are now, soft and honest, it's clearly not easy for him.

"I thought for sure I'd end up just another body on the mountain but...instead, he turned me into this... He explained nothing, no rules or what I'd become...then before I could even realize what had happened, he threw himself into a fire...Suddenly I was scared for another reason, being alone...and I didn't think I could drink warm blood, from anyone or anything...I cried, the same way you had a few months ago...Just the same as you I didn't want this, I didn't ask for this.."

Red tears of blood find their way down his cheeks which prompts you to sit up to dry them...

"You know I called to God but nothing...Everything, everyone, just gone like a wift of smoke...It's why I don't particularly like being abandoned...like some fucked up scrap metal..." He gently grabs your face in his hands, tear now matching his that fall down your face.

Both of you had been abandoned by your creators but thankfully you have Lestat, he had no one in the beginning. You could only begin to imagine the sadness and isolation he felt and it broke you even more.

Abruptly you hug him causing a soft surprised gasp to fall from his lips, his hands freeze above your back for a few seconds before reciprocating slowly.

"Neither of us will be alone again, Les...I promise." You whisper into his soft blonde hair, it smells like cigarettes and a soft hint of rose petals, like something so soft hardened by time and loss.

"As if would allow you to leave for but a second." Lestat laughs slightly and smiles as his find yours, his lips finding yours so softly, a promise cemented and sealed with a kiss.

-> 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑶𝒏𝒆

-> 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆