St. Louis short stories
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Huling na-publish Thu, May 15, 2025
Here I will be publishing a small collection of intimate moments between Stack and Louis (St. Louis). Some are SFW and NSFW. Enjoy.
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Strings Attached (Harry Styles FanFiction)
DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...Kumpleto
All of Me
[COMPLETE] "But there's still so much to learn about this body of yours, dear." He licks his lips as his eyes rake over my form. "You see, I'm curious about how much your body trembles when it's teased to the point of begging for even the slightest bit of relief..." My mouth has been agape this whole time and I finally close it to gulp. My eyes are wide and my body is on fire as I feel his hand make its way back up to my now exposed torso and he teases the underlining of my bra. "... And I wonder," he continues. "How loud you can get when you're finally relieved of that pent up desire and hit with wave... after wave... after wave of pleasure." He kisses each cheek and my forehead to punctuate each point. "It's a sound I imagine is even more intoxicating than those small whimpers you make whenever I touch you here." *** Naomi Monroe is a rising young journalist in Atlanta who decided to give up on any chances of finding love at an early age and instead focused on her career. The decision paid off as she was able to hit the ground running in her career when she graduated college and quickly moved up at an online magazine covering startups, technology, and pop culture. Sebastien Laurent is a venture capitalist who has an untraditional approach to handling his wealth and a disdain for many of those who'd be considered his peers. While he's encountered a number of women in his life, the idea of romantic love seemed to be elusive... That was, until he was interviewed one day by Naomi Monroe. *** Strong language/mature themes! Must be 18+ to read. ***Kumpleto
haven ☞ l.s
"I take it you're not a new student?" "What?" Harry mumbles, caught up in the way his eyes are quite literally sparkling in the light. "Oh-No. Not a student." "Are you a sub?" Louis asks. Harry clenches his hands into fists, holding them behind his back as he stumbles a bit. "I don't, uh-I mean. I've never really gotten a chance to be a true sub, you know? My ex-partners were always scared they'd hurt me. But, like-If I trusted someone a lot, and if we used a, a safeword. And talked about, you know, boundaries, then-Yes, yeah, I-I'm a sub." Louis' eyes are so wide, his cheeks puffing out in the effort to not burst into laughter. "Oh shit, oh my god," Harry whispers. "You meant-Oh god."Kumpleto
Heaven Had No Claim
Hey guys! This is posted up on ao3 under the name Il0v3loki, that is also my account. Set against the haunting beauty of 1900s New Orleans, this slow-burn reimagining of Interview with the Vampire follows Genevieve Baptiste a French-Creole woman of poetry and quiet strength and Louis de Pointe du Lac, whose heart is torn between duty, desire, and darkness. From the flickering warmth of church candles to the soft bloom of violets in spring, Genevieve and Louis fall into a love that is gentle, sacred, and deeply human Spanning five tender years before his turning, the story explores their friendship turned romance, their secret joys, and the slow, inevitable shadow that begins to fall over their life together. As Louis is drawn toward the dangerous charisma of Lestat, the love he shares with Genevieve becomes both his anchor and his undoing. A tale of longing, grief, and the small mercies of mortal love before eternity demanded its price. Disclaimer i do not own any of these characters except Genevieve Baptiste.
Pretty Like the Sun ཋྀLouis de Pointe du Lac ཋྀ
"I may never see another sunrise," he said, eyes gleaming with something eternal. "But you-my love, you are the warmest light I've ever known." In the glowing shadow of 1910s New Orleans - a city alive with jazz, secrets, and Southern heat - your life was already tangled. Raised in a house of whispers and cruelty, you learned early how to survive without soft things like love. Then there was Louis. The man with sad eyes. The soul that somehow always reached for yours. And then... there was the night everything changed. Now, in a penthouse high above modern-day Dubai, you sit beside him - immortal, beloved, and haunted - finally ready to tell your side of the story. The one where a girl from the pews of Sunday service falls for a man who was never meant to be a monster. The one where love turns eternal... and damnation begins with a kiss. A reimagining inspired by Interview with the Vampire - this is not a love story. It's a confession. A resurrection. A memory that refuses to die. And it begins with a promise: You would never get to see the sun again, so you decided to become it.
Bad Blood (6Questions)
"May I ask?" I supported my head with one hand, sending a captivated look to his deep dark eyes. "Is it true you only need six questions to win a girl over?" Corners of his lips slightly twitched before answering. "I think that's quite underestimating me, Marianne. I can win anyone over. And as quickly as I damn please." I chuckled. Everything would have seemed funny to me then. Even though he pretty likely wasn't so much joking. He was young, handsome, charismatic, smart and a diplomat on top of that. All together it was making him freaking good at fooling people and getting exactly what he wanted from them. And they would look forward to getting screwed by him... "Don't laugh." I bit my lip and shook my head, taking a new drink from the counter and gazing at him through the glass bottom. It was dangerous. Once I wasn't paying for the booze, I drank well over the limit. And started to behave weirder than ever, it's emberrassing to just think about it. Yet he didn't quite mind, and kept providing me with new drinks, having surely a great fun. (...) That's just so you know, officer, I'm not completely responsible for what happened that night or later on. Although I feel deep regret for all the following events. *** One says 'vampires'. The other one sneers 'for children'. Well, what if they were just... humans? With benefits. A kink, if you will. What then? #1 diplomat [16/1/2022 - 22/2/2022 - 10/8/2022] #1 topsecret [21/1/2022 - 10/8/2022] --- A sort-of-vampire, sort-of-mafia, sort-of-dark-romance, sort-of-crime story... I blended all those genres I love to create something new, perhaps a little more realistic, perhaps a little more fictional. I don't know, I'm curious what you'll say to it. - Mature content and language alert, but nothing too explicit, I believe... Hope you'll enjoy. Please vote and comment⭐️Kumpleto
Larry One Shots
These are just a bunch of things I wrote. Some are okay, some are horrid, but I thought I'd put them here cuz I have them and why not. Anyway please enjoy and tysm for reading :) **PLEASE DO NOT COPY ANY OF THESE WITHOUT GIVING ME CREDIT!!!!! I WROTE ALL OF THESE SO PLEEEASE DO NOT STEAL IT THANK YOU!!!** (also, i'll put warnings for tw and sexual stuff and violence and swearing and other things like that too)Kumpleto
Interview With The Vampire Imagines
𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝! 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 9th March 2025 :)Kumpleto
Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die
Louis purchased an old house that's on the historic registry and needs a lot of work. As he uncovers its years of use and abuse, he finds messages on the walls that appear and disappear, even though he's the only one living there. He asks a nearby handyman (Harry) for help in deciphering the mystery and romance ensues. -- This was my story for the BLFF of 2021! I completely forgot to post on here, so I'm sorry! I want to thank my betas @lwtspolari and @harrysfaith on Twitter, this story would be nothing without you guys and I am beyond happy that I met you both.Kumpleto
𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 | interview with the vampire
ೃ࿐ 𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑚. 𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑟, 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑤, 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟. An Interview With The Vampire Fanfic Started: 03/27/25 Ended: tbd
DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...
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