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Behold! My fic that explores the story behind Lestat's scars and the trauma around his turning.

It's currently sitting at around 50k words, and we're in for so much hurt/comfort, some sexy roleplay, and Loustat loving each other more than life itself.

archiveofourown.org/works/746077...
December 2, 2025 at 3:49 PM
thatisright.bsky.social
And from the same fic as above:
A screenshot of text that reads: "What are you looking at?" Lestat asks.  "The pretty boy I have the pleasure of being inside."  Lestat squirms. "You don't need to keep charming me, you're already inside me." Louis scoffs at that. He slides his finger out and then back in again. "I'm gonna keep charming you 'til the end of time, baby. It's what you deserve." Lestat isn't quite sure what to say to that, so he just nods. "Feels good." "What, my charm? Or my finger?" "Both." "Good. You want another one?" Lestat nods again.  Louis pulls out and then picks up the bottle of lube again.  "Well, that feels a little excessive, does it not?"  "I like my boys wet," Louis says simply, and then two dripping fingers are being slid carefully into Lestat.
November 26, 2025 at 8:29 PM
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This is the second fic I've made Loustat watch GBBO together (both unfinished lmao), I just feel like they would enjoy it a lot
A screenshot of text that reads: "I don't need to be able to read your mind. I've spent enough time stuck with you—" "Stuck with me? Louis, you wound me." "—to know exactly what kind of perverted ideas you're having in there." Lestat chews on his response for a moment, trying to come up with some kind of witty defence, but he comes up entirely empty-handed. He sighs, scratching the tips of his fingers through Louis' hair. "Yes, well. Sex does make an excellent distraction." Louis huffs out a laugh. "It does. But there are plenty of other ways to distract you." "Such as?" "The new season of Bake Off is on Netflix today. You wanna watch?" Oh, Lestat hates being predictable. But Louis knows him so well, it's just about impossible not to be. "Only if we get naked first. And I want the pink blanket off the bed." "Deal." Then again, there are far worse things than being predictable.
November 20, 2025 at 2:16 PM
thatisright.bsky.social
Welcome to my ✨WIP Wednesday thread✨, below is me looking at every new idea that is distracting me from finishing my longer fics
November 20, 2025 at 2:16 PM
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Okay yes I've still been posting for #VFKinktober2025, I've just not posted about any of it here.

Anyway! Today's episode is sex pollen. Or: Lestat turns into more of a bottom than she was already. Loustat, because of course it is.

archiveofourown.org/works/716565...
Screenshot of text that reads: Louis is working on a puzzle, minding his own damn business, when the front door slams open and he is immediately tackled to the ground; an action which sends the table, and therefore his puzzle and his cup of peppermint tea, flying. "Lestat, what the hell is—oh my god, are you alright?" Lestat looks like she's under the influence of at least five different drugs. Her pupils are blown almost comically wide, she's panting and dripping in sweat, and her movements are awkward and jerky. "Take off your clothes." Certainly not an unusual thing to hear from Lestat, but rather jarring in this context. "What?" "Just your pants, then. Take off your pants. Hurry."
October 17, 2025 at 7:56 PM
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Lucky number 13 for #VFKinktober2025, we've got pretty girl Lestat putting on a show for Louis! :D

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Screenshot of text that reads: "Bonsoir, Monsieur de Pointe du Lac." Alright, so that's the game they're playing. "Hey there, sweet thing. You cold?" Lestat presses her nose into the fluffy collar of her robe. "Non. Just saving myself for you, is all." Louis has to take a long, slow breath in and out. "Yeah? How about you show me what you've got, and I'll see if we want to keep you on." Lestat nods, eyes flicking wordlessly up and down Louis' body. He watches as she takes him in, then her eyes flit up to his and she goes bright red when she realises she's been spotted. "Go on, then. Don't be shy. Show me what's under the robe, sweetness."
October 13, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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For day 12 of #VFKinktober2025, we've got dry humping and little estrogen titties!

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Screenshot of text that reads: Louis really isn't sure how he got roped into karaoke with Lestat's band, but here he is, watching Lestat and Daniel sing their hearts out to a Britney Spears song. Well, he's fairly certain it's Britney Spears—he's having a little bit of trouble focusing with how distracted he is by Lestat's choice of attire. She had started out wearing one of Louis' favourite shirts on her; a black, long-sleeved and slightly see-through mesh top that clung so tightly you could flick her nipples even when they weren't hard. That was abandoned fairly quickly in an effort to stay cool after some vigorous dancing. Now, all she's wearing is a pair of platform boots, skin-tight leather pants, and a hot pink bralette. With the experimental estrogen she's been taking, the bralette is filled out just beautifully by a pair of perky little tits that bounce with every step. Her hair hangs loose and fluffy around her face, and earlier in the evening she'd cut herself some charmingly messy bangs. In short, she's fucking gorgeous. And, judging by the way she keeps winking at Louis and taking any opportunity to wave her ass and jiggle her tits in his direction, she knows it.
October 12, 2025 at 7:43 PM
thatisright.bsky.social
For day 11 of #VFKinktober2025, I took the 'talk' part of dirty talk and dialled it up for a dialogue only chapter. Enjoy some Loustat phone sex!

archiveofourown.org/works/716565...
Screenshot of text that reads: "Hey baby." "Bonsoir, mon amour." "Hmm. I missed your voice. Missed your pretty face, too. Oh, there we go. I love the way you get so red when I call you pretty. You'd think you'd be used to it by now, but I'm not complaining." "Yes, well. Give me another hundred years. Maybe I'll be used to it by then." "I hope not. I like getting you all flustered. I like knowing that I'm the only one that gets to see you like this. The Great Vampire Lestat, a blushing mess because his husband called him pretty." "Her." "I probably could have guessed that, what with the hair." "Do you like it?" "I do. It suits you." "I used the ribbons you gave me." "I thought they looked familiar. They look just about as good in your hair as they did around your wrists."
October 12, 2025 at 8:19 AM
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Okay I'm a couple of days behind, but for day ten of #VFKinktober2025 we have Lestat getting fucked over the hood of her car. As she deserves!!

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Screenshot of text that reads: "These are one of a kind—" Louis just laughs. "Does it look like I give a fuck?" Lestat twists around to him a look of outrage, which quickly morphs to one of delight when Louis rubs the tip of a single finger against her hole. Naturally, she's already wet. Of course she is. That's probably what made her late; too busy fingering herself in some dark corner somewhere to start her show on time. "You brat. You pissed me off on purpose, didn't you? You were hoping for this, weren't you?" Lestat's response is nothing but a low groan as Louis slides his finger into her, all the way to the third knuckle. He pulls Lestat's hair again, lifting her head and forcing her to arch her back some more. "You gonna answer me?" And, to give her credit, she tries. She really does. But then Louis fucks two fingers into her, and then three, and the poor thing can only whine as she's fucked so hard that the car rocks underneath them.
October 12, 2025 at 8:12 AM
thatisright.bsky.social
For day 9 of #VFKinktober2025 we have some T4T Loustat!!!! What's more romantic than warming your wife's cock while you're watching Twilight in the park?

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Screenshot of text that reads: In Lestat's defence, this hadn't actually been the plan when he suggested a movie in the park for their weekly date night. He'd been imagining spending a warm summer evening curled up with Louis in the giant outdoor beanbag they had for occasions such as this, wrapped in one of their softest blankets, and lovingly making fun of the cinematic masterpiece that is Twilight while being bathed in the light of the setting sun. It was just an accident, really, that Lestat brushed a hand over Louis' cock, so big and soft in her sweatpants. One thing led to another, and that's how Lestat finds himself sitting in her lap, dick buried in his cunt, a blanket the only thing between him and a public indecency charge. "Les, this is a terrible idea," Louis whispers above him. Lestat simply hums, nuzzling into her chest. "Probably."
October 9, 2025 at 8:28 PM
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Gay boy Lestat time!! Gay boy Lestat loves his gay husband!! He's gonna stick it in him!! Day eight of #VFKinktober2025, it's formal wear! It's the cream suit from season 1. We all know the one.

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Screenshot of text that reads: Lestat's mouth goes dry as he spots Louis in the mirror. He's wearing a cream suit, very similar to an old favourite of Lestat's, and fiddling with the gold cufflinks. The shirt underneath is a very light blue—duck egg blue, Lestat remembers Louis once calling it. Louis' tie is a deep blue, matching the very thin stripes on the suit, and Lestat wants nothing more than to wrap his hand around it and yank Louis in for a kiss. "Les?" Lestat snaps himself from his fantasy. "Sorry, you were saying?" Louis gives him the kind of smile that says he knows exactly the kind of perversion that was just happening in Lestat's head. "We need to go, or we're going to be late." Lestat nods. Yes, yes. The dinner. Or, no—it was a showing at Louis' gallery. Oh, but it could have been— "Stop drooling and get your shoes on."
October 8, 2025 at 8:19 PM
thatisright.bsky.social
And today for day 7 of #VFKinktober2025, we've got strength kink, which ended up being some surprisingly soft CNC. And they/them Lestat!

archiveofourown.org/works/716565...
A screenshot of text that reads: The idea pops into Lestat's head when they're messing around after a night spent clubbing, drunk on the blood of intoxicated college students. Louis tosses Lestat onto the bed, and they shriek with glee as Louis lands atop them, pressing them into the mattress. "Oh no! Oh, sir! Please don't take advantage of me! My husband isn't home!" It's meant as a joke, but then Louis stops, and really looks at Lestat. He tips his head to the side, considering, and then something in his gaze changes. It makes the hair on the back of Lestat's neck stand up, and they have half a mind to wrench themselves out of his grip and flee the room. But then Louis purrs, the sound deep and rumbling and delighted, and Lestat wants nothing more than to be entirely at his mercy.
October 7, 2025 at 5:56 PM
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And in today's episode of #VFKinktober2025, I bring you a rare moment of bottom Louis/top Lestat, in which Lestat wants to see her fledgling filled and sated in all the ways that matter!

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Screenshot that reads: "Just one more, chéri, one more. Please? Just a little more. You don't even have to finish it." Louis laughs, but there's no humour in the noise. "You make it sound like we're talking about a glass of wine—not a person." Louis tries to sidle his way out of Lestat's grip, but she clings to him, a hand still pressed possessively to his belly. "Come on, Les. Enough." "But have you had your fill?" Lestat presses. "Yes, I have. Which I'm sure you can feel." Lestat whines, clinging even more tightly as Louis continues trying to escape. "Louis, I just want to make sure you are full, chéri—" "If you wanna make sure I'm full, take me home and fucking fill me up. Otherwise, quit complainin'." The hunt is cut very short after that.
October 6, 2025 at 6:47 PM
thatisright.bsky.social
And for day five of #VFKinktober2025, we've got some exhibitionism!

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Screenshot of text that reads: Lestat stops between Louis' legs and waits, silent. "Hi, baby." "Hello, Louis." "You look like you've been having fun." Every person in her little entourage has at least one bite mark, and there's blood smeared on her lips. Lestat nods. "I heard you've got something to show me." He's seen the clip more than a dozen times by this point. Lestat on her hands and knees on stage, sliding down to her elbows and waving her ass in the air, purring into the mic that she was wearing something special for her companion, something that she was hoping to show him after the concert. Lestat nods, mouth still agape. "Oui." "Well, go on." "What?" "Let me see."
October 5, 2025 at 3:08 PM
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Today's episode of #VFKinktober2025 is me furthering my "Lestat considers being murdered by Louis to be the height of romance" agenda. And making it a little extra fucked up teehee (peep that warning at the start of the chapter!)

archiveofourown.org/works/716565...
Screenshot that reads: Louis gives Lestat a look that is downright disgusted when she suggests it. "Do I want to—no, I don't fucking want to pretend to murder you again. What the fuck is wrong with you?" "But Loooooooouiiiiiiiiis," Lestat whines. "It was so romantic. I think about it every morning as I drift off to sleep." That was, apparently, not the right thing to say, because Louis' look of disgust twists his face further. "Romantic? It wasn't—I poisoned you and I slit your fucking throat. What the fuck is romantic about that?" Lestat rolls her eyes. "You have no imagination, Louis." "Next you'll be fucking telling me you jerk off thinking about it." "Well, actually—" "Oh, fuck off." It's impossible to miss the glimmer of affection in his eyes. He can never hide it when it comes to Lestat.
October 4, 2025 at 4:00 PM
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For day three of #VFKinktober2025, we've got some Loustat body worship. And angst!

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Screenshot of text that reads: Lestat's favourite part of Louis' body is the space in the centre of his chest, where she can lay her head and listen to his heartbeat. His heartbeat is her heartbeat, and she can feel it thrumming through her own body, but there is no better way to enjoy it than like this. Listening to Louis' heartbeat is Lestat's way of reassuring herself that he's here, he's real, he came back to her, he's here to stay. Unlike the real Louis, the Louis of Lestat's mind had no heartbeat. On the rare occasion he allowed Lestat to get close enough to rest her head against his chest, Lestat heard nothing. It was silent. Apart from Louis' cutting remarks, of course. What makes you think I would ever want you to touch me? I will never want you. That's why you're always gonna be alone.
October 3, 2025 at 5:28 PM
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I'm doing #VFKinktober2025 this year! Lots of Loustat on the way. We'll see if I manage every day! Chapter one features human tboy Lestat getting fucked within an inch of his life by a mysterious vampire he meets in a bar. Enjoy a taste!

archiveofourown.org/works/716565...
Screenshot of text that reads: Lestat first lays eyes on the man in a bar. He's wearing a faded denim jacket, and his hair is in short, neat finger coils. He has warm brown eyes, and his nose scrunches up adorably as he laughs at Lestat tripping over the corner of a nearby rug. Lestat is fairly certain the mere sight of the man's laugh impregnates him on the spot. Well, if it doesn't end up being the nose crinkle that makes their baby, the man's cock ramming against Lestat's cervix is probably going to manage it. Now that he thinks about it, Lestat really ought to know the name of the future father of his children. "Louis," he says, before Lestat has even had a chance to begin attempting to formulate a coherent sentence. How did he— "Vampire. I can read your mind." Fuck. Well, the dick is good and the face is even better, so who gives a flying fuck if the man thinks he's a vampire?
October 1, 2025 at 6:28 PM
thatisright.bsky.social
Lestat switches between he and she in this fic, enjoy a little brat he/him moment:
September 20, 2025 at 2:55 PM
thatisright.bsky.social
No one mind how long it took me to respond but thank you!!! I have another taste below teehee:
September 20, 2025 at 2:55 PM
thatisright.bsky.social
Because we've been talking about #hoodiestat I have to shamelessly plug my fic in which Lestat wears Louis' hoodie:

archiveofourown.org/works/616958...
September 13, 2025 at 8:33 AM
thatisright.bsky.social
Thank you!! Hopefully not far to go now, here's a taste in the meantime:
September 5, 2025 at 9:51 AM
thatisright.bsky.social
If you enjoy Lestat throwing up and being miserable and pathetic, you'll enjoy many of my fics! Here's my favourite of the bunch, featuring gendery Lestat:

archiveofourown.org/works/61688548

#iwtv #loustat #lestat #genderstat
A screenshot of text that reads: "Shh, baby, it's okay," Louis says. "Just get it all out first." Louis loses track of how much time passes like that. It has to be at least a good hour by the time Lestat is able to sit up on her own without immediately needing to dive back to the toilet. Eventually, she lies on her back on the floor, looking far too pale. Usually, whenever Lestat comes home from a night out, she looks more alive than ever, with cheeks red from an excess of blood in her system. Now, she looks like a (barely) animated corpse. It's incredibly unsettling. "Les, baby, do you want some blood?" Louis asks. "It's like last time," she says, as though she hadn't heard his question. "The last time you saw me so sick, I still had poison on my lips." It takes Louis a second to realise what she means. But when he does, she's no longer wearing her favourite crop top and denim skirt on their tiled bathroom floor; he's wearing that blood-soaked white shirt in a pool of his own blood on a hardwood floor. Louis still remembers what it felt like to hold Lestat as he died. He remembers being surprised at how smoothly Lestat's throat had parted under his blade. He remembers the way the warmth drained from Lestat's body, leaving him a cold corpse that Louis held and screamed over, so loudly that his throat hurt.
July 27, 2025 at 3:29 AM
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Do you wanna read about vampires purring and taking estrogen? Then my latest #loustat fic is the thing for you!

archiveofourown.org/works/67209571

#iwtv #genderstat #iwtvfanfic
Screenshot of text that reads: Lestat nods, quiet. "I am. Happy, I mean. I think... I think I am always going to be your husband. But sometimes I would like to be your wife, too." "And now...?" Louis asks. He can't resist cupping Lestat's face, stroking the soft skin of each cheek with his thumbs. "Are you my wife right now?" Lestat nods; a small, unsure movement. "Is that alright?" Now, Lestat is not the kind of person to ask for permission to do anything. She is the physical embodiment of the sentiment that it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, and Louis struggles to remember her ever seeming uncertain, or unsure. Confidence looks good on her, even when she's confidently doing the most infuriating things possible. Something sharp twists in Louis' chest at the way her eyes keep flicking downwards, almost like she can't bring herself to hold eye contact with him. He smiles in a way he hopes is reassuring. "Always. It's always going to be alright."
July 14, 2025 at 7:31 PM
thatisright.bsky.social
I wrote a thing and then completely forgot to post about it. Enjoy some transfem Lestat and smitten Louis.

archiveofourown.org/works/67023922

#loustat #genderstat #iwtv #iwtvfanfic
A screenshot of text that reads: Louis isn't able to go to every concert of Lestat's, but when he does, it's always a surprise seeing what she has chosen to wear that night. Some surprises are nicer than others, but they certainly keep him on his toes. Tonight, she's wearing a bright pink sleeveless crop top and matching bell bottom jeans, along with a white cowboy hat. The jeans are low cut, and the shirt stops a couple of inches above her belly button, so several inches of smooth, pale skin is exposed. You can see her (usually ginger, currently dyed pink) happy trail right down to the source. The shirt has a pretty sizeable boob window in the shape of a heart, though Louis knows from personal experience that approximately 90% of the cleavage there is the work of a clever make-up artist. And, hey, he's not judging—he gets his hands (and mouth) on those cute little tits several nights a week; they're absolutely perfect just as they are. He's simply noting the way existing features have been accentuated. And that is not the most scandalous part of the outfit, not by a long shot.
July 13, 2025 at 5:05 AM
thatisright.bsky.social
we got onto the topic of the queen of the damned movie and stuart townsend's lestat. and a thought popped into my head.
June 22, 2025 at 6:46 AM