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i love this photo so muchhhh

like girl this is literally their biological child?

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armand is that girl who goes to a concert and reads a book, instead of fawning over the performer like everyone else is, in hopes that the performer (lestat) will notice them

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Chapter 2 is up now! Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive

Relationships: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac, Armand/Daniel Molloy, Daniel Molloy & Louis de Pointe du Lac

Characters: Lestat de Lioncourt, Louis de Pointe du Lac, Daniel Molloy, Armand (Vampire Chronicles)

Additional Tags: rockstar lestat, Mutual Pining, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Flashbacks, Drug Use, Biting, Blood Drinking, Drama, Romance, Canon-Typical Violence, Anal Sex, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Bottom Louis de Pointe du Lac, Top Lestat de Lioncourt, Sharing a Bed, Sharing a Room, Friends to Lovers, Post-Episode: s02e08 And That’s The End of It. There’s Nothing Else (Interview with the Vampire TV)

Here's a snippet:

I followed after Lestat, climbing into his coffin. My body settled next to his. The lid closed. And I was surrounded by him, in this darkness that was his domain, where the lining had soaked up his scent so that I wouldn’t have a reprieve from the waves of vanilla and leather on his skin. I shifted, looking for my place beside him and so had he until his arm snaked around my shoulder, and I placed my hand on his chest. I could smell his breath–the cigarette ash and vermouth my tongue craved.

We were brought back to those first months we shared a coffin. He would purr into my ear and I would shush him. There was no need for secret rendezvous when we lived alone with a single bed. But his daily visits continued, tapping on my coffin, sliding next to me. I longed for him to hold me tenderly and whisper into my ear. I longed for the thrilling newness of being consumed by him. And longing, once again, seemed to sprout weakness in me.

I thought of the times I claimed that Armand was the love of my life as Daniel sat across from me, a dubious expression crossing his face. I heard his scoffs, I saw him shake his head–and still, I insisted, to maintain the facade, that a greater love existed for me than what I had shared with Lestat. But I had never pressed my chest to Armand’s for fear that our hearts might not sync.

Only when Lestat’s hand brushed against the warm wetness of my cheek, did I know that I was crying. He kissed my forehead, hushing me, apologizing for the discomfort he might have caused. I brought myself closer to him, burying my face into his shoulder, searching for the unique comfort of the pulse of his veins against my face. He stroked my hair until I calmed, and when I did, I could not release him and he could not release me. 

“Bon nuit,” he whispered. And then more softly, “Dream of me.”

“Good night,” I said. 

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Honestly almost canon to the show.

Louis: *pulls a knife on his brother*

Lestat: oh look my future husband

Louis: *speaks french*

Lestat: *getting down on one knee sobbing* Marry Me

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the way Lestat would be Cameron *chef’s kiss*

the way louis is talking shit about lestat in the book is sooo emerassing, like sure he "understands nothing" and you "loathe him", but why do you still live with him then? because there is stuff you don't know yet about being a vampire?? It's been a few years and you said everything he thought you, you could have come up with on your own, make it make sense girl

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one thing about sam reid is that he will work the hell out of that leg

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Rating: M

Pairing: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac, Daniel Molloy/Arman (Background), Daniel Molloy & Louis de Pointe du Lac

Tags: Rockstar Lestat, Mutual Pining, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Flashbacks, Drug Use, Biting, Blood Drinking, Drama, Romance, Canon-Typical Violence, Anal Sex, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Bottom Louis de Pointe du Lac, Top Lestat de Lioncourt, Sharing a Bed, Sharing a Room, Friends to Lovers, Post-Episode: s02e08 And That's The End of It. There's Nothing Else (Interview with the Vampire TV) Summary:

After the hurricane, Louis and Lestat's relationship became strained. With Lestat's newfound fame as a rockstar, he became an unavoidable presence in Louis' life. It might have been easier to ignore him if every song Lestat wrote wasn’t about Louis, and if Daniel hadn’t kept calling to complain about the interview for the sequel named after the band--The Vampire Lestat. When Daniel asked Louis to come and get Lestat to talk, Louis refused—until Lestat started calling him himself.

"We can be just friends," Lestat said.

Louis promised himself he’d keep Lestat at arm’s length. It would be easier if he weren’t in love with him.

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It was longing that persuaded me to offer Lestat my hand, that had me bring Lestat to one of the apartments I owned in the Quarter as an investment. Our history was reason enough–I couldn’t leave him to the wreckage, though I knew he could save himself from the hurricane. I suspect my arrival had been no surprise to him. For the first time in decades, the cord that attached us wavered. As my feet stepped on Rue Royale, I felt him. He heard my call as I approached his squalid residence and prepared himself accordingly. It was our reunion, and he wouldn’t risk an unsavory outcome. 

We were, for the first time in an age, alone, and though yearning flowed from him, Lestat was respectful. In the beginning, he didn’t question or test my boundaries, and he treated my apartment as a temporary home, thanking me for my generosity. Once he was settled, I planned to return to my hotel room. 

Then we faced each other, Lestat looking down to his feet and then up to me, smiling coyly, his plush pink lips as deceptive as they’d always been. “I suppose you’ll be going,” he said.

“The sun’s coming up soon.”

Lestat nodded to himself. “Will I see you again?”

“When the storm’s over, I’ll swing by. Take care of yourself, alright? I don’t want to come back in a week and find your skeleton in a corner.” 

I made the steps to the door, my feet committed to the exit. Outside, the wind was howling and rain came down on the Quarter more violently than it had in storms a century ago. I hesitated as I neared the door, the sound of Lestat’s heart pounding in his chest eroding my determination. Lestat stood still, transfixed by our parting, and I felt his gaze linger on my back.

“Stay,” he whispered. 

“Lestat.” My hand hovered above the doorknob. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

He laughed then, that uncontrollable, hysterical laughter that had haunted my memory–in those most passionate moments, whenever I was most vulnerable to him, that same laugh escaped his belly. I was enthralled by its untimely entrance every time. And, goodness, I started laughing too, laughing with Lestat, laughing at how incredibly miserable we had been, and laughing at myself for how susceptible I was to him after decades of trying to purge myself of the impulse to run to him.

“I’ll leave tomorrow,” I relinquished.

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COMPLETE!

Rating: M

Pairing: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Point du Lac Tags: Love Confessions, Reconciliation, Idiots in Love, AngstEpisode: s02e08 And That's The End of It. There's Nothing Else (Interview with the Vampire TV 2022), BDSM, Pining, Top Lestat de Lioncourt, Bottom Louis de Pointe du Lac, Gay Sex, Smut, Emotional Sex, Rough Sex, Canon-Typical Violence, Sharing a Bed, Sharing a Room

Summary: As the hurricane coursed through New Orleans, Louis took Lestat to his hotel, to care for him. And, though he tried to resist their bond, he could not deny that he ached for Lestat. "I am companion enough for myself," Louis reminded himself, the words a feeble mantra. Old patterns are difficult to break. Snippet:

Weightlessness gathered beneath my feet as we rose through the sky. Lestat’s teeth were not buried in me, and his hand was not grasping at my neck; Lestat held me tenderly, aware of his arms, securing my placement beside him so that I could not rip myself away from him. The bitter scent of fear gathered on his skin, and the further he sent me upwards, the more I could sense it on my nose–that poison, like cyanide for our every exchange, welled within Lestat. Enormous restraint was required of him to not act on this fear, not to shout or beg me to change my mind. The trust that had eluded us for the entirety of our relationship in New Orleans made an appearance as we hovered above the clouds. 

The city was small beneath us, and the grandness of our history together collapsed into a single view. I saw us so clearly in the sky, Lestat pursuing me when I was a human, imprisoned in a cage of society’s design. He trailed me by the heels, observing the curious creature so out of place in the constraints of the time, swayed by the beauty of a man only he could see. When he read me, he had not recoiled at who he found but became smitten by who I could be, if I could be released. How could I not detest him for loving the very thing I hated? 

I shifted in his arms, but Lestat held onto me fiercely. “Careful, chéri.”

“Entertain me, for a moment,” I said. Lestat loosened his grip, and I placed my arms at his shoulders, brushing my lips over his cheek. “We don’t have to be the same as we were.”

“I am not perfect.”

“Neither am I.” I press my lips to his nose, to his forehead, to his cheek wet with bloody tears. “But I’ve known life without you, and it’s a stale, intolerable existence compared to my life with you.”

“I can’t bear to watch you leave again.”

“I won’t leave.”

“Mon cher–”

“Believe me, the way I believe in you.” 

Lestat captured my lips, spreading my mouth open by the force of his tongue, groaning in desperation, devouring me inch by inch. His hands took fistfuls of my flesh, kneading my ass, pressing me into his blood-gorged cock. 

“I dreamed of you nightly,” Lestat rasped. “In an empty coffin, to fill it with a sliver of you. You possessed me, and I would not expel you. I can’t be without you, Louis, tu me rends fou.” 

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COMPLETE!

Rating: M Pairing: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Point du Lac

Summary: As the hurricane coursed through New Orleans, Louis took Lestat to his hotel, to care for him. And, though he tried to resist their bond, he could not deny that he ached for Lestat. "I am companion enough for myself," Louis reminded himself, the words a feeble mantra. Old patterns are difficult to break. ----- snippet -------

My impulses knew the steps–that I would ship my coffin here, and Lestat would lie in it. He would smell Armand in its velvet lining and his nose would curl, revulsed. He would speak of my betrayal, that I chose Armand who had not known how to love me or thrill me or exalt me. Armand who masked as my savior when he was my torturer. The call to Lestat in San Francisco was proof of who Armand had been, yet I stayed with him. I craved Lestat’s ire, the cruel back of his hand against my face–I wanted him to pound me into the ground as punishment until I begged for forgiveness. I did not want him to forgive me.

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Day 341 of posting Good Omens memes Everyday until Season 3

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Sometimes it's worth taking your time...

Incorrect Good Omens Quotes Masterpost Part 1 : here

Incorrect Good Omens Quotes Masterpost Part 2 : here

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Just the two of us. We don't need Heaven, we don't need Hell, they're toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say?

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Aziraphale, babygril and BAMF.

As a general thing, I’ve always been drawn to characters who appear to be one thing on the surface, but are actually something else underneath

- Michael Sheen

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Crowley coded

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”Tell me no.“

Crowley’s heart ricochettes against his ribcage.

”No,” he breathes.

Aziraphale presses his lips to Crowley’s temple, a kiss so tender it should ruin them both.

”Goodnight, Crowley.“

you get me closer to by @queerfables / clavicular

Reading this fic will leave you squirming with tension and heat, rocking against the precipice of the taboo and needing to sit down because you're dizzy. Hottest fic where they don't even touch till the kiss goodnight

Deep-dive on drawing this piece

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Where shutting someone up doesn't mean silencing them...

Incorrect Good Omens Quotes Masterpost Part 1 : here

Incorrect Good Omens Quotes Masterpost Part 2 : here