Love At First Sight. / Squid Games!Men

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can i disagree with some of this fandom's perception of tom riddle? surely he won't be a sweetheart like lorenzo, but...

┊ i also don't think that he'd be so intentionally rude, so cold towards his significant other. i honestly think that if tom ever becomes infatuated with someone, he would take pride into getting this someone to belong to him. willingly! 🌷

౨ৎ i guess i'll never know the reason why you ♡ ͡

love me like you do; that's the wonder of you . . .

... tom riddle is a smart man, you see. love, romantic feelings, to act like a couple and all of those things— these might be the most confused that tom riddle will ever be, because otherwise, he's an extremely competent, capable young man.

tom riddle does get confused, a little lost on what to do; he'd torture himself by discreetly watching couples at hogwarts interacting, maybe make some research (= read novels. romantic novels. it was a discovery of a new medieval torture for tom, seriously, to waste his precious time reading some sappy crap like that.) to better understand how to handle you.

how to deal with you.

how to cherish you, so that you don't ever entertain the idea of leaving him. you see, tom is a practical man— he'd rather not commit mistakes, because to fail, means to spend extra time fixing his error and doing the same thing twice, so that this time, it's done correctly.

applying this ideology to you, it means: that 1) tom riddle prefers to always keep your heart happy, so that you don't have doubts about him; so that 2) he won't have to take twice the effort to conquer the city of your heart again.

some think that tom wouldn't like petnames. to be fair, tom would frown at many of those, at first— thinking that they were cringe, disgusting or a psychological way to acquire diabetes. however, when tom gets used to this stir on his heart, those loud heart beatings that cloud his rational thoughts...

... it's excused to say that tom's preferred petname to call you by, is 'my love'.

tom reasons that's because it isn't a lie at all. well, you're certainly his— and because of you, because of your existence, of this enchanting aura of yours; that's how tom riddle discovered love. there are few things that tom is attached to. even fewer that he shows to care about, to have affectionate feelings for; one of them is the basilisk. others are his favorite books, all of them first editions that were troublesome, but endlessly worth it, to get. nevertheless, at the peak of the pyramid, there's you.

you. oh, how your name sounds so angelic, so right, so perfect on his lips. sometimes, tom doesn't call you by any petnames, so that he can mouth each syllable of your name, tasting the acquaintance of the name of his darling on his lips.

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he might call you by other petnames, depending on the occasions:

darling; which, in his opinion, is fairly one of the best petnames to be shared between a couple. because you, reader, are endearing to his eyes— a darling, really, whose presence immediately softens (ever so slightly, because tom riddle still is tom riddle himself, and that mask of stoicism of his won't be broken without putting up a fight.) those previously icy, cold eyes of his.

dearest; if tom is trying to reason with you. unlike what many think, tom would take a deep breath, put on that handsome smile of his, and use a gentle tone to convince some words inside that pretty little head of yours. 'dearest', he calls for you— so gentle, so full of affection; as if reminding you that you are the object of all of his affections and desires. you, his dearest, the one he adores the most. the reminder of such a fact easily melts you in less than a few seconds, which tom sees as too perfect of an opportunity to lose to convince you much faster.

doll; if you look rather ravishing to his eyes, whenever you dress up even prettier than other school days, and wear such pretty clothes and many accessories to further optimize your beauty. beautiful, perfect, flawless; like a doll. a carefully made doll. a doll, that sits there quiet and all pretty, obedient, doing as she's told.

( i must warn you, though, that tom won't entertain silly nicknames from you. tom riddle will ignore you, march forward without sparing a glance at you, not even acknowledging your presence should you insist on the matter. tom won't answer you, should you refer to him by such hideous petnames. you could be about to fall from a mountain, and yet tom won't help you until you address him properly. baby? he's not a child, for salazar's sake! pookie bear? now that might make tom riddle himself throw you off from the mountain's edge— call him such a monstrosity like that, and tom will lose every drop of faith on you. you're a lost cause. )

if he had to choose; yes, tom would prefer if you were obedient. contrary to popular belief, tom riddle is quite fascinated with sweet personas. to have a sweet significant other, who's all smiles and considerate words— it's so, so much easier for tom.

between a brat that trashes around for his attention, and a sweet girl who gently tries to indulge (purely out of concern, wanting him to share his problems with her!)— tom would rather choose the latter.

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quite the darling you are. to boldly take tom's hands between your own, with that frown of yours. no, you're not being whiny; yet tom can see that there's consideration, there's time spent on that little brain of yours, that tries to find the right words to speak with him.

then, when you voice your concerns— that tom spends some time alone from time to time, seemingly hiding something from you, as if to shoulder all of those burdens all by himself...

tom takes a deep breath, swallowing his temper. trying to keep his composure, because tom hates having to justify his actions. with a smile, tom puts on a facade, with a too much convincing tone: "oh, dearest, no. i'm flattered that you noticed that i haven't been having the best days; however, your presence makes everything better. in fact, being with you now, makes all of my problems seem insignificant in comparison."

should his sweet words not be enough to keep your nose out of his business, then tom takes a step further. holding your hands, tom squeezes them between his fingers, gently at first, tightly when you're too stubborn: "my problems are mine to solve, my love. i would never put such a heavy burden on you; your smile is too precious for me to ruin."

sweet, sweet words; some that tom mentally grimaces at, but knows that are necessary and effective with you. talking as if he's doing you a favor on keeping you away from his PERSONAL thoughts and goals.

and that's how tom pushes you way. gently, smoothly— so that you'd have to rethink this moment over and over, for you to understand that once again, tom riddle has tricked you; tricked you into doing what he wants. because without a fight, without you daring to bother him further... tom riddle made you go back to your own business, and leave his alone.

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however, when tom is in a better mood and less stressed with his own goals, he'd find it funny, entertaining even, if his darling tried to be bossy. to pout, to want some sort of control. it's hilarious for him.

so, he indulges you. well, sort of— tom tricks you into thinking that he gave in to your commands. to your whims. in a sneaky way, tom makes you think that you're in control!

the one who's in charge is you. yes, darling, of course. he pats your head, gives you that charming smile of his. with such a serene expression, tom briefly raises his eyebrows, mocking you inside that devious mind of his, as he says: you are absolutely right, dearest.

tom riddle doesn't really mind that you aren't consciously aware that the one in charge is him. that's fine; no, seriously, go and brag about it!

because ultimately, tom knows that what he says, goes. that with some sweet words of his, a little touch here and there, that you'll soon see the reason and comply to whatever tom wishes you to say, to do, to behave.

he does is so smoothly, that even for the outsiders, well... it'd be hard to realize that all that tom riddle is doing to you, is nothing but manipulation. and you're oh so easy to manipulate— it was a challenge at first. now, it's more of a chore; tom barely blinks through it. he knows you so well.

however, so that you whining and getting used to think that you're having things done your way, tom throws some praises and compliments here and there.

touching you chin, gently brushing his thumb on your lower lip; tom's gaze intentionally softens, as he praises: 'you're just too good to be true, my love.', whenever you act accordingly. when you do as he says.

brushing a strand of yours away from your face, so that he can further admire the physical features of his beloved: 'i sincerely can't take my eyes of you, darling, when you are so good for me like this. pardon the way that i stare— you're too beautiful.'

and with even more sincerity, tom riddle isn't sure where his manipulation ends and his genuine care for you starts; tom isn't sure, whether his words are now a muscle memory of his, or if he truly means them.

but he never allows himself to discover the roots of this thought. to actually find out if he truly is such an emotionally shallow person, or if his weakness for his darling is deeper than he realizes. no— this is one of the few matters, in which tom would rather remain ignorant about.

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because tom is such a gentleman with you...

opening doors for you. walking two, three steps ahead of you as soon as the entrance is upon sight, tom will open the door for you; his arm keeps it open for you to enter or leave the room first, and so those grayish-green eyes of his watch you, as you pass by. then, tom will enter just behind you, following your lead, quickening his steps to go back to his rightful place by your side. he lies to himself, saying that he only does such a small gesture to effortlessly keep you by his side. tom would be telling the truth, if he doesn't interrupt the thought that he enjoys to escort you— because, deep down, tom genuinely appreciates your company. every step, every minute you spend together. 'here, love. please, continue; what did you tell your housemate, then?'

tom riddle refuses to let you carry heavy books. so, as if it was muscle memory and so smoothly that you can't do anything about it, tom will carry your books along with his, as soon as you leave the classroom. it's not that he finds you useless, incapable; rather, tom riddle perceives you as a... preciously delicate, fragile little thing. most of the times, tom does it so nonchalantly that you don't even notice; you're too distracted by your conversation, to notice how tom carries your stuff, busying his arms. however, should you notice or worry that you're being a burden to tom in any way; tom shakes his head at you, waving off this silly insecurity of yours: 'i know you can carry them, beloved. however, allow me to do it for you. i am your boyfriend, am i not?'

offering his hand for you to take, whenever there's a higher step to be climbed up, or tricky stairs on your way. tom will do it too, to give you some kind of support, should you jump off of a particular high edge. whenever you wear high heels, tom would be specially careful with you— he offers his arm or hand for you to take, walking in a much slower pace than usual, so that you won't overexert your feet. we can't have his darling getting hurt, now can we? no bruises, no pain, no redness on your skin undesired by him, nothing to interrupt the lovely time you're spending together. 'take my hand, my love; it's quite high for you. that's it, darling, good girl.'

whenever you're about to sit, tom grabs the back of your chair, pushing the seat backwards for you to take, then helps you settle closer to the table. only then, will tom take his own seat in front of you. it's something that becomes so, so common between both of you, that sometimes you find yourself taking a few more seconds to sit down, whenever you hang out with your friends; unconsciously, you'd wait for tom to gently guide you to your seat. oh, you're spoiled.

leaning down to get the material you accidentally knocked out; if he's not quick enough to notice, then tom will keep his hand on the edge of the table, so that there's no chance for you to hit your head. 'quite the klutz, aren't you, darling?' — with a lighthearted tone, so that he doesn't come by as mean, tom couldn't help but to tease you just this time, — 'next time, let me get it for you, dearest. now, careful with your head.'

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... and because he's always so soft-spoken with you, well, how could you listen to your friends, in case they notice that maybe tom riddle isn't as a good guy as he lets on? that perhaps, he is a little controlling. that maybe, he's too overprotective of you.

→ and of course, being the fool you are, you stroll to the lion's cage (or should we call it snake?) and deliver all of this information on a silver platter for him.

SAT SIDEWAYS ON HIS LAP, tom settles your thighs to rest on top of his, while a hand is respectfully kept there; caressing the smooth skin, rubbing circles on the bare skin of your thigh, just inches underneath the hem of your skirt.

tom riddle keeps up a serene expression, sometimes humming in acknowledgement, to show you that he's listening to this ramble of yours. if it's a topic that seems to have bothered or upsets you, then tom will keep another hand on your lower back; he soothes you with small movements of his fingers.

oh, how funny. so this ravenclaw friend of yours, told you that it isn't normal for tom, your boyfriend, to comment whether you roll up your skirt during summer? that such a thing is being controlling? now that's something tom will have to deal with. perhaps, he'll only have to frame this irritating ravenclaw girl; have you ever thought that maybe, she's interested in tom? that must be why the ravenclaw is filling your pretty little brain with such absurd exaggerations of his doings. how lucky you are, to have an attentive boyfriend that easily notices when a friend of yours has bad intentions.

( for obvious reasons, tom despises amortentia. he finds it disgusting, but more than that, tom riddle perceives amortentia has a rather pathetic tool to get someone's affection. tom will never use it on you— he doesn't need to! however, he will get his hands on one, to use it on that nosy, insufferable ravenclaw friend of yours. only to prove his point. so that this nosy girl acts disgustingly flirty around tom, so that you'll come running back into his arms, crying about such an awful friend and that once again, tom was right. you apologize to him, for doubting his assumptions. you end this friendship and cut ties with the ravenclaw girl. and tom, well, tom riddle has once again rid both of you from troublesome outsiders. )

ah, now this is entertaining! so these friends of yours, housemates, have noticed that tom has been keeping an eye on you. now, dearest, that's rather silly, don't you think? so what if you seem to find the same familiar faces in the same space as you? do you really believe your friends' theories? that he sends his followers ''friends'' to follow you around the school? darling, hogwarts is quite enormous and spacious, yet all of you study together in the same castle. it's inevitable, to see familiar faces, here and there.

( however, tom will blame his followers. how difficult can it be, to follow, to stalk a girl like you? and to go unnoticed as they do that? sincerely, tom stares at them with such disgust, such disappointment, that his followers tremble under his gaze— the future dark lord even mentions the idea of getting rid of them. of throwing them away. after all, why would he need such useless, such incompetent boys like them, if they can't follow simple orders correctly? it's excused to say, that you'd never suspect being stalked again. 1) because tom reassured you that such a thought is rather silly; and 2), because these followers of tom riddle do a much better job. out of fear. )

oh, darling, what silly friends you have! sincerely, it seems like you only attract observant delusional friends, or attentive paranoid companies!

in the end, it doesn't matter if your friends tried to alert you about tom's toxic concerning flaws traits. because in the end, at night, he will have you nuzzling on his lap, holding you so tenderly; all of these warnings disappear into thin air, when tom makes you laugh at such accurate ridiculous accusations.

in conclusion: no, tom riddle would never be rude or snap at you; not if he can help it, not if he can keep his temper in check. he believes that the best way to keep you so effortlessly devoted and infatuated, to keep you willingly by his side, is to treat you with care (even if sometimes he has to manipulate his way into it). how lucky you are, to have such a obsessive caring boyfriend!

🪻 ; . . . fandom : harry potter.

— i'm endlessly faithful to theodore nott. however. the first to kick the entrance door to my heart was tom riddle. and what a man (i can't fix him. i would let him ruin my life him tho!), ladies and gentlemen.

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚: 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝 "𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 + 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚," 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚.

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typed in "nandini" instead of "kit" for this game, and must i say... the results are pretty accurate, huh? 😂😂

my wish to have a very angsty and equally fluffy romance with a strong & handsome knight... the durga puja celebrations of kolkata... that quote that matches my outlook on life with a surprising level of accuracy... my immense love for dairy milk and kitkat (this is where my alias 'kit' is from, hehe!!)... my hobby of photography... this is really accurate and nice, yes yes! 😌❤️

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Aegon: So you like Aemond?

Y/N: Yes...Thoughts?

Aegon: and prayers, girl what

Back W/ Your Ex || Slytherin Boys

type :: crack, fluff

tw/cw :: pubes (mattheo), grooming mention (theodore)

contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire,

summary :: you post a tweet with your toxic ex who's now technically your boyfriend again...

DRACO MALFOY

TOM RIDDLE

MATTHEO RIDDLE

THEODORE NOTT

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

House of the Dragon characters x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of child death, pregnancy, mentions of sex, mentions of threesomes

Daemon has trauma from what happened with his past wife, Laena. He's terrified that you'll die during childbirth, and will have a Maester check up on you every moon.

Daemon loves to gently press his forehead against your stomach, humming a song under his breath as you fall asleep.

He'll pick out a few dragon eggs for you to choose from for your guys' baby.

If there are any complications during the birth, he'll threaten to put the Maester's head on a spike if you don't make it out alive.

He'd rather you survive than the baby. You can always have another baby, but there's only one of you.

It was no surprise that you got pregnant since the both of you were constantly fucking.

b i g b o o b s

His hands and mouth are constantly on your breasts and once you begin lactating it will probably get worse,

Like Daemon, Aegon would choose you over the child if it came to it. You are one of the only things that bring him some version of happiness and he'll be damned if he losses you.

Aemond has thought of being a father before. Of course, since he was the second son, he would need heirs. He had also sworn that he would be a better father to his children than Viserys was to him.

Aemond does get a bit possessive when your pregnant and would prefer to be the one helps you bathe and gives you massages when you complain about back pain.

Though Aemond is usually reserved and shy about his touches, once he finds out your pregnant, he becomes more confident. Something that should of been a simple kiss, would end up with his hands wandering towards your breasts.

Ser Harwin probably got you pregnant during one of the multiple threesomes you have with him and Rhaenyra.

She's over the moon when she finds out your pregnant.

Her hands are constantly on your stomach.

Rhaenyra has a lot of experience when it comes to pregnancy and childbirth. She'll be there for you, listening to your worries and reassuring you.

She'll go throw a list of baby names with you, and you'd land on Aemma and Baelon being one of your top picks.

Buys you long necklaces and new dresses that show off your breasts, and gives you a cheeky smirk when you catch her looking.

For every parent, their children are the best in the world.

Criston: aren't they adorable? 😍🥰

I heard Saturn is losing it's rings. She's going through a divorce😭

Watching Meleys look at Rhaenys, knowing she was going to die and wanting her rider to know she tried and would be with her until her last breath had me in TEARS

THAT IS THE QUESTION…

louis de pointe du lac x fem!reader

in which louis’ new friend isn’t at all what he seems.

blood, death, vampire things. same level of maturity needed as the movie.

“Louis?” Your accented voice softly carried throughout the house. Yvette had let you in and quickly scurried off somewhere, leaving you to find your friend by yourself.

The sound of the piano playing put you at ease as you started to head toward the noise. You had not heard from him in what seemed like forever. Of course, he had just suffered a major loss, so this was expected. However, you could tell that something else was bothering him.

“Louis? It’s (Y/N), I brought you some things..” your wicker basket felt heavy in the crook of your elbow. It held multiple eggs and a loaf of bread, you had made a habit of delivering things to him and figured he needed this now more than ever.

Turning the corner, you entered the living room. Sitting at the piano was a man. You had never seen this man before now, his blond, wispy hair was tied back in a low ponytail. He was pale, his clothes suggested he came from wealth, and he didn’t seem too observant as you were still lingering in the doorway.

You gave him a minute to realize that you were there, but when he seemed to get more and more lost in the music, you finally decided to speak up: “excuse me, monsieur. Is Louis home?”

The man didn’t flinch, he continued to play the song until the final few notes. Only then did he look up at you. “Yes, I believe he’s around here somewhere.”

You nodded, swallowing as you made a move to head toward another room. “I’m Lestat,” the man jumped up from his spot on the bench, bowing.

“Oh!” You giggled a bit at the formality, “my name is (Y/N).” Copying his bow, he snickered. You held out your hand to him playfully and he gently placed a kiss atop your knuckles.

Lestat opened his mouth, preparing to speak, when he was cut off by a creak in the floorboard. Turning around, you saw Louis.

“Oh thank goodness!” You sighed dramatically, approaching the man and wrapping him in a big hug. He was stiff, eyes not leaving Lestat’s, even as you hugged him. His eyes flickered down to your pulse point just as you started to pull away. “I’ve been worried sick about you, are you feeling alright?” You put the back of your hand to his forehead, he was freezing to the touch. “You’re awfully pale.”

“Yes, I’m - I’m just fine.”

You excitedly pulled the basket down your arm, handing it to him, a smile never leaving your face. You looked up to meet his eyes, but could only see him staring over your shoulder blankly. The basket was swiftly placed onto a side table as Louis and Lestat seemed to exchange words through their eyes.

“If you’re busy now, I can always leave..?” You started, suddenly feeling self conscious.

“Nonsense!” Lestat smiled as you turned toward him. “Stay for dinner.” His eyes turned a bit darker at the statement.

“No, that’s okay. I’m sure she has to be getting home now.” Louis stated firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder. The grip was tight, as if he was trying to prove a point. You craned your neck to look up at him. You caught a glance at his stern expression which immediately softened when he realized you were looking.

Lestat started stalking toward the two of you, Louis’ grip tightened. “She’ll stay.” Was all he muttered as he stopped right in front of you. He took the back of his hand and stroked your cheek, moving hair out of the way.

You immediately flushed at the sudden contact, nervously turning to look at Louis. Lestat took your chin in his hold and gently turned your head back to face him. Louis’ other hand grabbed yours, soothingly running his thumb overtop of it.

Lestat held eye contact as he started to dip his head. He kissed you. You could feel yourself melt into him. But you didn’t know this man, you only knew Louis. So, you squeezed his hand even harder.

You became a bit dizzy, light headed as he continued to kiss you. “Lestat, no! Not her.” Louis scolded sternly. You could feel him retreat from your lips, seemingly done with whatever it was he was doing.

His eyes moved from your swollen lips, up to your eyes. He smirked, giving a strange chuckle. Lestat looked over your shoulder at his friend, sending him a wink before diving into your neck.

You could faintly hear Louis begging his friend not to do whatever it was he was planning to do. Your friend grabbed your waist, trying to pull you out of the vampire’s grip, but it was useless. Lestat’s sharp nails punctured the skin on your hips, causing you to gasp in discomfort. The kisses to your pulse point turned rough, he opened his mouth, making eye contact with Louis once again, before his fangs grew and he sunk them into your neck.

“Stop! Please, Lestat!” Louis begged as he only watched. He kicked himself for not doing more before it had escalated to this level.

Your lips parted into a silent scream, eyebrows furrowing. Your mouth quickly grew dry as the man gulped down your blood. You lost all strength in your knees, they buckled, however, Lestat’s hold on you kept you upright.

Louis pushed Lestat off of you, watching as he stumbled a few steps back, wiping your blood off of his chin. Without his hold, you started to fall. Louis caught you, kneeling down to gently lay you across his lap. Lestat smiled.

Newfound tears made themselves known in Louis’ eyes. “Why did you do that?” He cried out, not taking his eyes off of you.

Lestat shrugged, “I was hungry,” he spoke nonchalantly.

Your lungs felt as if they were punctured balloons flying around inside of your rib cage. You couldn’t catch your breath, and whatever you did manage to catch for oxygen, quickly escaped you in the panic.

Your half-lidded eyes swept down over your body, taking in the now bloodied dress. At the sight, your breathing picked up, eyes watering.

“L-Louis..?” You squeaked, eyes becoming heavier and heavier. The blood continued to drop from the two puncture marks in your neck. The sight caught Louis off guard, it was mesmerizing. His breathing evened out and his jaw went slack. “Louis.” You started to cry now.

“That’s right, Louis. Finish her off.” Lestat smiled from his new seat in the arm chair. The two of you had his full attention.

Lestat knew, he knew if they were to leave you like this, you wouldn’t die. He hadn’t drinken enough before Louis pushed him. So, as you teetered between life and death, Louis had made his decision.

“If you let her leave now, she’ll survive. She’ll tell everyone about us, we’ll have nothing.” Lestat spoke softly.

You quickly shook your head, “No, -“

“Shhh,” Lestat smiled, standing up to his full height.

As your line of sight settled on the blonde monster, Louis couldn’t resist the temptation. He leaned in, and gently started drinking from the previous wound.

Your mouth dropped open again, watching how Lestat didn’t break eye contact with you. You didn’t understand why this was happening, why you? Why Louis? As he continued to gulp down your blood, your grasp on the world started to get hazy. “Louis,” you gurgled, placing your hands on his chest.

Your friend quickly ripped himself away from you, as if he realized what he was doing. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry, mon chérie.” You coughed and spluttered, choking on the lack of air. Two lines of your blood dripped from either side of his mouth.

Lestat started slow clapping from his spot a few feet away, though the sound was distorted to your ears. “Now, ooh, now she’s dying, Louis.”

Realization hit the man as he looked back down at you. You were shaking, the alloted energy you had would’ve been used to turn over onto your stomach and start crawling away from the two monsters, but you were petrified. Sobs dripped out of your mouth. The muscles in your body continued to shake, as if they were trying to lull you into a deep sleep. Oh how you craved that sleep at this moment. Louis often talked with you about the subject of death. It used to make you uncomfortable, the way he spoke so nonchalantly about it, but all you could wish for in this moment is the sweet release it has to offer.

Lestat clicked his tongue at the sight, “Louis, the choice is yours.” Your breathing was turning shallow, your skin growing pale.

He snapped out of his blank state of mind, tearing his eyes away from your dying body, and facing Lestat, “what have you done?”

Lestat chuckled, not believing what he was hearing. “What have I done? Louis, I simply had a taste. You delivered her to death’s door.”

A tear slipped down Louis’ face as he closed his eyes and held you close. Silent sobs were racking his body, Lestat was right. He didn’t lure you in here, you were here for him. When he drank from you, you still had enough life in you to push on. Louis took that away.

Your limbs grew heavy as you laid there on your friend’s lap. Your head lolled back, dropping off the side of his thigh and hanging between him and the hard wood. Your frantic eye movement seemed to still, it was almost your time.

“In just a few seconds, Louis, will you lose your choice.” Lestat commented softly from across the room. Your arm that was oh so numb, was able to move just an inch further. You reached out toward Lestat’s shoe, looking toward him weakly. “Aw,” he cooed, “what is it, my dear? Are you frightened?”

Hesitantly, you nodded your head as best you could. “What are you afraid of? Louis?” Your eyebrows drew in as you were able to frantically nod your head.

Lestat openly laughed, watching Louis out of the corner of his eye. It was like a punch to the gut to the man who only wanted to save you. But he couldn’t blame you for fearing what was meant to be feared. Lestat laughed again at the sight of you, your shaking subsided, your body looked heavy, and your eyes were only open a sliver.

Louis didn’t know where to place his bloodied hands as he watched the interaction. He looked to Lestat, who only encouraged him to do it. Your eyes closed completely now.

Louis hesitantly bit into his wrist, watching as your strength continued to leave you with each passing moment. Blood started to drip it’s way down his forearm. Louis wished to stop, he didn’t want to damn you to a life like this, but he couldn’t live with himself if you died here tonight. He lowered his bleeding wrist just above your mouth, watching as the droplets of blood landed on your tongue.

You didn’t seem to have any reaction to the blood, your eyes stayed shut, your body remained motionless. “No, no!” Louis cried out, pushing his wrist against your lips now.

After a few seconds of nothing, your eyes shot open, your hands digging into his arm as you pulled his wrist against you harshly. You drank the vital fluid, relishing it as your body seemed to come back to life.

Louis looked down at you, opening his mouth in a silent pain as you drank from him. His tears didn’t dry.

Lestat chuckled at the interaction, “How cute.” Louis looked at his vampire companion, face settling into a glare.

“I hate you,” was all Louis spoke as he removed his wrist from your mouth. He looked down at you once again, a look of love, he would protect you. Lestat was not getting anywhere near you.

The smile dropped from Lestat’s face, jealously slowly crept into his gut. Perhaps he should’ve left you to die.