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steviebunny · 6 days ago

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(sending this again because i think tumblr deleted it!)

loustat x reader, and reader at the time is the only mortal in their relationship until reader privately asks louis to turn her (can be gn, i mainly read fem!reader stuff) into a vampire so she can commit herself to them eternally, louis says no in order of protecting her, they argue a bit before she agrees and a few days later lestat finds out and he does it for her and louis is not happy. even though he wanted her to stay innocent he still wanted to be her maker

and if u want u can take it from there :)

All I Ask Of You | Lestat x Reader x Louis

ෆ when lestat takes matters into his own hands, leaving louis to sit in his regret of not complying with your wishes.

i will be booked and busy tomorrow, so the bulk of post will be up on saturday, i hope you can accept this for now, my lovelies 🤲🩷

“Please, Louis”

“I told you, my answer is no,” he raised his voice, turning away from you. How could you ask him for such a thing? He and Lestat promised to fulfill your every desire, but not this, not when you had so much to live for.

“Fine,” you had been trying for days now to get him to comply, but he wouldn't budge.

“Don’t be like that, it is for the-

“For the best, I know, I heard you the first time, listen, I can’t stay tonight, could you tell Les for me?” you asked, already headed towards the door before he could speak. You refused to cry in front of him, swinging open the door of the townhouse, just as Lestat was entering the gate.

“Ma ch-

“I’m in a rush, Louis will explain,” you pulled away from his reach, leaving him to stare bewildered at your figure becoming more distant. He wanted to question what happened while he was away, but as he began to open his mouth, something about the gloom in Louis’s eyes kept him from speaking.

“She has errands,” he mumbled, as Lestat nodded.

Silently, he followed behind Louis locking up the house as they prepared for sunrise. He wasn’t sure what he’d missed, but he was determined to find out, soon enough.

“Y/n, are you sure you’re alright darling?” Your mother asked as she leaned against the counter watching as you helped put away the leftovers from dinner.

“Yes, why?”

“You never come home, and now you’re here. Not only that, we’re going on day 3, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I can’t miss home?” you frowned.

“I didn’t say that, it’s just that it seemed like you were never leaving New Orleans, it’s been months and you’re only an hour away,” she explained. There wasn't a proper way to tell her, or your father, that you had fallen in love with two vampires, one being a few decades older, while the other — a few centuries.

“I’m sorry, I’ll visit more often,” you told her, watching as she smiled, going to pull you into a hug.

“Good, your father and I get so lonely”

“You should move to New Orleans, get out of Covington, and live a little,” you laughed.

“Absolutely not, this is home, I’ll take it from here, you go ahead and get ready for bed,” she waved you off.

“Goodnight,” you said, as she kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight sweet pea,” she called as you walked down the hall, going to your old bedroom.

Entering the room, you inhaled the vanilla aroma, as your mind drifted to your lovers. Only three days and you already felt sick to your stomach. You wondered if they missed you as much as you missed them. You told your roommate to simply tell them you were out of town if they showed up at your apartment, but you weren't sure how much longer you could continue with this.

Going to the connected bathroom, you filled the bathtub with warm water. Staring into the water, your mind drowned with regret. You had been so inconsiderate to Louis, expecting him to take on such a big responsibility.

“Louis,” you moaned breathlessly, as he kissed along your collarbone.

“I want you to turn me,” you said, the oxygen seemingly getting caught in your throat, as he stopped, before pulling away from you.

“Where is this coming from?” he asked, his voice comforting, as he sat up, trying to concentrate on your thoughts.

“I love you both and I want to give myself to you and Lestat, forever, from this point on,” you vowed to him.

“Y/n, you don't know what you're saying, you are amazing, everything is perfect the way it is-

“Until I begin to age, and become decrepit, please Louis, become my maker, as Lestat is yours”

“You don't realize how precious life is until it is no longer in your reach. I can't do this to you, I can't take away your life when you have so much purpose,” he told you, wiping your tears as you began to cry.

Turning off the faucet, you huffed, roughly wiping the tears from your eyes. The fact that you were crying over him telling you no made you feel adolescent compared to the two. Tossing your clothing into the hamper, your muscles tensed before relaxing, as you submerged into the warm water.

Laying back, you closed your eyes, relishing in the therapeutic sensation. Humming in relief, you focused on clearing your mind. You would only stay here a few more days before you headed home. You had built a life in New Orleans and you wouldn't leave it behind, and you certainly had no intentions of closing this chapter of your life with Louis or Lestat, over this situation.

Feeling a cool breeze across the water, you crossed your legs, shifting to feel the warmth, with your eyes still shut. Only a few minutes passed before the chilling fingertips brushed against your skin, causing you to open your eyes, sitting up. Looking around, you didn't see a person as you sighed, laying back again, closing your eyes.

“How we’ve missed you,” Lestat spoke, making you jump, but quickly relaxed as he reassuringly massaged your shoulders.

Standing behind you, he crouched down, kissing along your neck, licking away the water droplets, while you held back your moan.

“Louis isn't here,” he answered your thoughts before you could ask.

“He says you're upset with him, but won't say why,” he said, his large hands rubbing down your abdomen into the warm water.

“No, he should be upset with me,” you sat up, abruptly, facing him.

“Do tell why?” he smirked.

“I asked him to turn me…into a vampire,” you said, your face burning in shame.

“And he said no-

“He is only trying to protect me, I didn't understand but I do now,” you said, unable to meet his eyes.

“But that isn't what you want, chèrie, is it?” he asked, as the waterworks began to pour. Shaking your head, as you finally met his eyes.

“I want an eternity with the two of you, the thought of me getting old and you both becoming a distant memory, if I even remember, it scares me, could I even live a normal life ever again, after sharing my heart with the two of you,” you said, as he stood up straight, reaching for the soft towel. Using his free hand, he helped you stand, wrapping the towel around your frame, before leading you out of the bathroom.

“You wanted Louis to change you, to allow him to experience what I have given him, but this is just as sentimental. Giving the gift to two extraordinary souls who I love greatly, would you like that, chèrie?” He asked, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Yes, please,” you admitted embarrassingly.

“Do you vow to only love Louis and I, for an eternity? Forever is a very long time, go ahead, answer in the presence of God,” he motioned to the crucifix hanging on your wall.

“I do,” you nodded earnestly.

“Then you will be my fledgling, with my blood running through your veins,” he said, swiftly pulling you into his arms, before his fangs were out, plunging into your soft skin. You could feel your body weakening as he drained your blood, before he finally pulled away. Biting into his wrist, he soon placed it against your mouth.

“Drink,” he instructed, his eyes full of endearment as you moaned at the taste of his blood. You had licked your own wound as a child and the taste of iron was nothing worth comparing to his blood, you almost couldn’t stop, until he pulled his arm away.

“Thank you Les,” you said tiredly, as he grinned, kissing your neck, before sitting your limp body on the bed. Walking away, he became to boredly pack your things. He knew his intuition was correct, you had been wanting this for a while now and he had a feeling it started nearly three months back, when you asked if you could join them, as they hunted.

Watching you closely, as you sat up, hurling onto the floor, you clutched your stomach in agony. Groaning, you began to vomit on the floor, chills all over your body. Lestat neatly placed everything in your suitcase, going to zip it. Noticing your quietness, his smirk widened, as you now stood unfazed, the towel covering the vomit, as you stood nude with poise. Your new eyes and nails catching his attention, you certainly were a beautiful vampire.

“You look like perfection,” he approached you.

“I feel like…perfection”

“Let us find your first hunt, as you know with Louis’s situation, staying here won’t be possible, with your new life,” he said, as you nodded, going to grab clothing from the luggage, while looking for a pen and paper — leaving your mom a random excuse for why you had to leave.

“Do you think Louis will be mad at us?”

“Very”

“You have to suck not bite,” Lestat said, holding down your victim, as you straddled the guys lap, your fangs deep in his neck. You had made it back to New Orleans and the first thing Lestat took you to do was find your first meal. You were a natural, as you intentionally looked through the selection of people. When finally, you chose some creep, he was a bad man and you felt you were doing a bit of justice, ridding the world of such garbage.

Suddenly the front door opened, there was a few footsteps before he spoke, “What the fuck is going on?” Louis asked confusedly. Pulling away from the man, he tried screaming, begging for help, when Lestat snapped his neck.

“Did you enjoy dinner?” He asked you, as you bashfully nodded.

“Y/n,” Louis called out. Slowly facing him, you smiled, blood dripping down your mouth.

“Hi Louis”

“You turned her, now why the hell would you do that?” He yelled at Lestat.

“She wanted this, would you have preferred she stumbled across another vampire-

“I would have preferred you left her as she was,” Louis argued.

“I wanted this Louis, he was only helping-

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/n, you weren’t ready, and you took advantage of her ignorance,” he screamed as Lestat sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Louis, I wanted this for more than anything, to be alongside you both, an eternity together-

“Don’t you think I know what you want, I’ve heard your thoughts, it doesn’t change the fact that it was not smart. You just threw away everything, your family, your friends, life, you’re dead now, and there is no going back,” he said, as you hesitantly climbed from the limp body. His tone brought an uneasiness to your heart, your eyes stinging.

“All I wanted, all I thought I wanted, was to be with you and Lestat. I can’t see myself with anyone else, but I’m sorry, please don’t be angry with Lestat,” you said, the dark blood leaking from your eyes. Lestat reached for you, but you moved, walking out to the backyard.

“Are you seriously that angry, Louis, how long did you expect her to wait?” Lestat asked.

“Why did you do it? She didn’t have to be turned into this,” Louis shook his head, glancing in the direction of the backyard. Regretting how harsh he sounded, as he spoke to you.

“Louis, you can still protect her as a vampire, I know you only wanted to look out for her, but she wanted the gift, she chose to love us over her parents and friends, she was worthy,” Lestat said.

“I was too harsh to her,” Louis mumbled.

“Then you should be apologizing to her, and thanking me for making yet another beautiful fledgling,” Lestat smirked.

“She is beautiful, you did good,” Louis nodded.

“Again?”

“Again,” he laughed, sighing as Lestat approached him, pulling him into a hug, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Go now”

Louis hesitantly walked outside, stopping in his tracks, seeing you sit in the grass. Looking up at the bright moon. Clenching his jaw, he forced his legs to move, before he sat next to you, watching your side profile.

“The moon looks nice tonight,” he spoke up.

“It does, doesn’t it. She glows so beautifully, the sun has no choice but to hide from her presence,” you said, your face unmoving from the sky.

“I apologize for how I spoke to you, I want you forever, both of us do. I’m more angry with Lestat than you”

“Don’t be upset with Les, please, he knew I wanted this, and I think it was only a matter of time, before I was begging him next,” you explained.

“I think I’m more angry about the fact that he changed you, and not me,” he said, grinning as you finally looked at him.

“I thought I was protecting you, keeping you from our world, when you fit so perfectly in it — I wish I would have gone through with it,” he admitted.

“It is okay, really, as long as I’m with you both, I am happy,” you said, reaching for his hands.

“Is there anything I can do, to make up for this…”

“Love me, your love is all I ask of you,” you said, accepting his kiss.

“I feel quite excluded, where are my kisses?” Lestat spoke, as he stepped outside.

“If you come any closer, you may end up with more than a kiss, both of you, I feel like the happiest girl alive,” you said, as he moved to the grass, kissing along your neck.

“Then we are starting our eternity together on the right track”

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steviebunny · 8 days ago

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If I could be in an extra large king size bed embraced and caressed /embracing and caressing all of the main male characters of IWTV. I truly believe all my problems would be fixed.

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steviebunny · 8 days ago

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If I could be in an extra large king size bed embraced and caressed /embracing and caressing all of the main male characters of IWTV. I truly believe all my problems would be fixed.

#amc interview with the vampire #iwtv #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #armand #arun #amadeo #daniel molloy

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steviebunny · 12 days ago

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tell me this isn't them I dare you

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steviebunny · 16 days ago

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Imagine being a liberal woman, and the three vampires wanting to make you part of their family.

“Another visit from my favourite little family,” You smiled when you saw Louis, Lestat and Claudia come to approach you. They were some of the few who did so openly, while many others shunned you. See, you considered yourself to be a modern woman, though perhaps you were a bit ahead of your time. Your neighbours and community though, they considered you a harlot, a sinner. All because you were an educated woman, who wanted to educate others - particularly about sex. Not having it, no no, that was best left up to people to figure out on their own, but the actual information, the dangers, the pleasures, the safety, how to enjoy yourself, things that you regarded as important and wish someone had been open with you about when you were a girl of Claudia’s physical age. “Bonsoir, mon cher,” Lestat said smoothly, taking your hand and kissed the top of it. You bowed your head, and he was soon replaced by Louis. Claudia though, she hugged you, getting close to your neck, making you chuckle and give her a little push away. Not that you could really stop her if you wanted to. But she was quick to disengage. “Ahh, you sneaky little one,” You chided her playfully, smiling up to her fathers. Oh, you knew all about them. Perhaps too much about them. Their homosexual relationship. Their vampirism. The interracial relationship that most people would frown upon even if they were man and woman. But you were the only one in the city who didn’t think badly, who didn’t judge or look down their nose. You loved them like they were your own family, and wanted them, above all, to be happy. They even eliminated a couple of your protesters for you, something neither of you acknowledged. “So have you thought about our offer?” Louis asked, his hands atop of his cane, leaning on it slightly, the dark glasses hiding his eyes from you. “Oui, have you?” Lestat echoed in that sophisticated, erotic way that he often spoke, leaning in close to you. As Louis often said, he had a way about him. A way that could charm God out of Heaven and the Devil out of Hell and get them to tango in New Orleans. “Just a little more time, ma famille,” You said, knowing their patience was waiting. They wanted to turn you, make you a bigger part of their family. Your liberal thoughts enticed them, and they wanted to keep you. “I still have work to do in the daylight. But soon,” You stroked the side of Claudia’s head. “Mon petit, soon.”

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steviebunny · 16 days ago

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗙𝗮𝘄𝗻

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ x ᴏᴄ x ʟᴇꜱᴛᴀᴛ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇꜱᴛᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴀ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏꜱᴛꜱ.

ᴛᴡ: ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀ/ᴘʀᴇʏ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ

an: this one-shot is inspired by a few iwtv fics I’ve read on here, but I tried to give it my own twist. I hope y’all enjoy my precious little monsters! Btw, it’s basically x reader but I have her a name and little bit of a backstory cause it makes things run a little smoother while writing.

Running was the only option. That's what she told herself as she stood in the darkness of the docks. The night was foggy and she would've been blinded by night had it not been for the lampposts. Her body shook with fear. They'd find her, she thought to herself. And if they didn't, they'd hunt her down, but now she was free. She was finally free.

If Andrea had one regret, it would be leaving her dear girl. Her light, her beauty, her Claudia. She had no idea what her parents had done or who they were. She was a happy little monster, and she deserved her freedom. She hoped she wouldn't hate her and that one day, she'd find her and let her explain.

It wasn't suppose to be this way. She was meant to be free after working at the Azelea. Make her money and take herself and her bother, Julian, far away from this place. They wanted to go to New York. That dream was long gone.

Andrea was never supposed to be wrapped up in Louis and Lestat's damned relationship. She wondered, briefly, if she'd ever even had a choice. She knew if she had, this would never had happened. She was wooed, seduced and then taken into that home without any knowledge of what that would be.

Running was the only option.

She knew this to be true. She would only remain human for so long, and she still wanted a taste of her freedom. For whatever reason they'd refused to turn her, especially so early. She was only twenty-five, and they enjoyed her innocence. The kind of innocence only a human could have. They liked her wide eyed optimism, and it made them feel less like the monsters they were.

Her innocence had been depleted into nothing but empty, inky blackness. She felt nothing but fear and despair now.

Her memories started coming back the more Claudia asked about her past and the more she drew blanks. Louis and Lestat would comfort her and fill in the gaps for her, but it never felt right. Her hands shook with fear as her memories settled back into her mind.

4 years ago

Andrea never thought she'd be working at the Azelea. She was a bright young artist with a point of view, her paintings were her pride and joy. But money was running low and Julian could not provide for both of them. He would never know what she did at night, or perhaps he did, but he never complained about the extra cash.

He wanted so badly to protect her, but he couldn't do it any longer, not when they were barely scraping by. She had to learn to fend for herself.

Luckily, the Azelea was a well kept establishment and she wasn't treated badly. Her boundaries were her boundaries and the girls there protected her when it was needed. Especially since she didn't like going past simple favours.

The true height of her nights was the two men who she got to lay her eyes on every night. The owner of the club and man about town, Louis de Pointe du Lac and his paramour Lestat de Lioncourt. How could an artist glance at them and not see what magnificent they exuded? They quickly became her inspiration after a few long glances.

Those long glances would soon turn into longing looks. When Lestat played the piano at the club, he'd lock eyes with her and then with Louis, as if he was playing for them. When Louis walked around the club with a cigar between his lips, he'd keep his gaze trained on her even as he talked to others. Andrea blushed and giggled when they did that.

What she didn't know at the time was that they knew every sickeningly sweet thought she had about them, and those gazes and winks were teasing, almost beckoning her to come closer. They watched her every night as she debased herself for lecherous men, but refused to go all the way. It was something she really didn't allow herself to do, and as there was no shortage of girls at the club, no one ever mentioned it

She'd find herself painting them on her nights off, which had become more and more frequent. For whatever reason, her work had become sparse and men no longer approached her. She felt she was doing something wrong, something that made her undesirable. Was it her resistance to do more than what she offered?

It wasn't so bad at the time, but she saw Julian's dejected face every time she got home with empty pockets. She couldn't stand it anymore and so to reduce the cost, she'd spend nights at the Azelea in that one room that was always free. Coincidentally it was the room she kept her painting supplies in.

The night had come to a close, even though it was still dark. Fake moans could be heard from most every room, but the band had cleared out and the tables were empty. Andrea was painting again and this time, she'd taken her appreciation for the two elusive men's beauty a bit far, portraying them as heavenly angels.

Given what they were, it later felt like a perversion of the holy paintings she'd seen all her life. But now, all she knew were that they were divinity incarnate, with eyes like church windows.

That's where she struggled the most, her brush strokes becoming more meticulous with every second. Their faces were sculpted like marble, each highlight and shadow falling perfectly into place. She sighed as she looked at the half finished work.

A knock at the door broke her out of her haze. "Andrea, I'm coming in!" According to him he had knocked twice prior to entering, but Andrea hadn't heard Louis.

She jolted and almost backed up entirely into her pairing. Thankfully, she barely managed to hide it from the smiling face of her angels. Louis had come in with Lestat behind him, grinning mischievously.

She giggled nervously. "M-Mister du Lac! Mister Lioncourt! How can I help you?" She had never truly spoken with them, having been hired by the head girl who everyone called Bricks. Andrea silently hoped they weren't here to talk about her lack of business, or to let her go.

Louis heard her thoughts that night too, and had internally scoffed at the idea that they'd ever let her go. He'd been the one who had made her off-limits to touch. Both he and his companion had quickly grown attached to the bright young girl, and seeing her be caressed and violated by random dirty men filled them with rage, so he'd put a stop to that.

"You seem nervous, Andrea. Trust me, nothing to be nervous about." Louis reassured, removing his sunglasses and placing them into his inner jacket pocket.

Lestat hadn't spoken a single word, only taken in the room around him. It seemed Andrea had built her on world in that room, and he wanted to know everything about her world. Her mind was a wonder to him, a cavern of artistic inspiration and a view of the world he hadn't seen in decades. It was so pure, just like her and just like her paintings.

She sighed, relieved. Then Louis looked down at her hands, stained with paint. "Painting again, huh?"

Her cheeks grew red with shame. "Y-you noticed that?"

"Of course, I did." His hand reached out and grabbed the side of her neck, his thumb brushing over her throat. Her breath caught in her chest as he pressed into her skin firmly, eyes wide at such a bold gesture. He huffed a laugh at her pure reaction, as if she'd never been touched before. He liked how sensitive she was and how curious her eyes grew, desperate to look at his actions but unable to. When he pulled away, there was emerald paint on his thumb. The colour of his eyes. "You've got splashes of colour all over you." He said slowly. She didn't speak, still shocked at his actions. "I've never seen a finished painting though." Was that an invitation? Did he want to see her work? She didn't know.

A presence was felt behind her and she jumped away. "The spirit of a true creator, and the instincts of a frightened fawn." The velvety baritone of Lestat spoke, she turned to face him, her back now facing Louis and her painting exposed. "Fascinating. Almost as fascinating as your most recent work, ma petit faon." My little fawn.

His eyes were glued onto the painting as Louis neared them from behind her. She could feel the coldness of his body, his chest almost settling into her back. His shining eyes settled onto the portrait of him and Lestat, specifically on the angel wings on their backs. The longing looks in their eyes and the intimacy of that.

"Angels? You painted us as angels?" He asked quietly. He was an angel to her? Truly?

Lestat smiled softly. "Closely entwined heavenly bodies. Is this how you see us, cherie?"

Andrea was still trying to stutter her words out, looking from Louis to Lestat as if one would help with the other. But they only stared at you with soft expressions on their faces. "I-I—" she cut herself off, gathering her thoughts. "On the nights I don't get much business," which was every night now. "I paint. I see you every night, the way you look at each other, the way you enjoy yourselves, your eyes. Unearthly eyes. Like stars." Her rambling had gotten the best of her. "Apologies, Mister du Lac, Mister Lioncourt, that was out of line—I shouldn't have—"

Louis placed his hand on her arm and pulled her closer to him, grinning down at her. "Careful there, sugarcane. If you keep talking like that your tongue's gonna fall out."

Her back was pressed into his chest, and she was silenced again.

Lestat stood before her, looking to the portrait one final time before glancing back at her. He placed his hand on her cheek with a certain finality in his eyes. If only she'd known what that meant. "It's enchanting. No, more than that, magnificent. You are a being of extraordinary talent, and extraordinary beauty."

Everything felt so hot. Andrea was breathing heavily at the feeling of being so intimately between these two men who she'd admired for so long. This moment could've lasted forever, it was art in itself. The Divine Damned and Their Fawn.

Lestat hummed. "I'd like to pay you for your work. Have this masterpiece hung in our home."

She jolted. "What?"

"Name your price and I'll take it. You'll have to come see it mounted of course, I'd like your keen artistic eye." His smile turned into a smirk at the thought of her in their home.

Andrea couldn't believe it. Someone wanted to pay for her work. Someone actually wanted to have her paintings in their home! This was amazing!

"Are we getting an answer anytime soon, Andy?" Louis asked with a laugh. Andy? That was new.

Andrea laughed nervously. "Mister du Lac—"

"Louis." He corrected. "You can call me Louis."

What was happening? She hadn't even spoken to them before tonight. Why were they being so kind? Something felt wrong.

"Louis." She said slowly. It tasted sweet on her tongue. "I can't possibly take your money. It wouldn't be right!"

"And why not?" Lestat asked. "You've created something of worth here and I'd like to see it appreciated. You must be compensated somehow. Unless you'd prefer another form of payment." He gave her a lustful glance up and down her body. She shivered.

"Lestat." Louis chided. "Pay him no mind, sugarcane. He can get haughty."

"Horribly untrue, mon cher. I'm only being honest." The Frenchman scoffed. "Your price, beautiful Andrea?"

"I couldn't possibly—"

"How's three thousand?" Louis piped up, not even blinking.

"Excuse me?!" She shrieked.

"Four thousand?" Asked Lestat. Her mouth was agape. "No, how about five?"

"Stop saying numbers!" Andrea interrupted loudly, immediately feeling ashamed. "I'm sorry, I am, I don't—"

"Five thousand it is." The blonde continued. "We'll come back in a week. Have it done by then, hm?" And then he pressed a kiss to her temple. "Shall we, mon cher?"

Louis nodded. "A week, Andrea." He reminded before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

And then they walked away. Seven days from that night, her entire life would change.

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They'd come to collect a week later and with all her free time, she'd managed to finish. They'd both marvelled at the painting and immediately insisted she come to their home and tell them where to place it.

Andrea shied away at the prospect. She'd told her brother about them and Julian had asked her to stay away. He didn't demand anything of her, but he strongly advised against getting involved with them. He'd told her of the rumours, that they were in cahoots with the devil. She'd scoffed at that, but agreed something was off about them. There was no way to be so otherworldly and slightly off putting and still be normal, or completely human even. But she shook those thoughts from her head.

Of course they were human! They were right there in front of her, flesh and blood! It was silly to think otherwise, but then again they were just so fascinating. People usually weren't so.

She promised herself she'd only stay for an hour, but when they guided her through the door, her painting under Lestat's arm, she'd been accosted by a lovely girl with a large shining smile. She shrieked with excitement, jumping from her seat on the couch. "Oh, is this her, daddy Lou?" She asked him.

He nodded. "Yeah, this is her. Andrea, meet our daughter, Claudia."

He'd spoken of her a lot over the past week whenever he and Lestat came to visit her room. According to him, she was a lovely little horror that kept them on their toes every day. She'd laughed at that and told him she used to dream of being a mother to a girl like that.

That had made both him and Lestat incredibly excited.

"They talk about you a lot, Miss Andrea!" The girl confessed, giggling. "They said you were gorgeous and talented and you are!"

"Claudia." Lestat chided. "Calm yourself, ma petit. Lovely Andrea needs a moment. Don't you, sweet girl?"

Andrea just broke out into chuckles. "On the contrary, she is just as you described, and I love it!" She said. "It's lovely to meet you."

"You too!" The child said honestly. "Is that the painting? Can I see?"

After that night, visiting Louis, Lestat and Claudia had become regular for her. She'd spend her every moment there, teaching the young girl to draw and paint when her parents were busy and then passing the rest of her time conversing with the two men.

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"No!" She shook her head on one of these nights. "No, no, no! I'm sorry, Louis dear, but there is no way you truly believe that anything could come close to the brilliance that is Wuthering Heights! That's nonsense!"

He laughed at her passionate words. She was laid on the couch with her head in Lestat's lap and her legs on Louis', discussing their favorite novels. It was heaven.

This home was so cozy, so sweet. She loved it there. Her head was fuzzy from the champagne they'd fed her for the last few hours, fingers and face stained with charcoal from drawing with Claudia.

"Just because it's your favourite doesn't mean it's the best, sugarcane!" He rebutted kindly.

"No." She said simply. "It is the best. And yes, simply because I say so."

Lestat laughed loudly at that statement, pinching her cheek slightly. "What a brat you are, my girl. Never wavering from your opinions."

She pouted. "So you disagree then?"

"With you?" He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her nose as Louis caressed her thigh. "Never." He said dramatically.

"Oh, so it's ya'll against me now, is it?" The younger vampire cut in playfully. "I see how it is."

Andrea pulled his hand to her lips and pressed a kiss against his knuckles. "We haven't unionised just yet, Louis. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it."

"Not yet?" He asked. "So you will eventually?"

"She already has me in her thrall. I might not have a choice, mon cher." Lestat weakly defended himself.

"Not my fault." She mumbled lowly.

Louis chuckled. "He was right, you are a brat!" He said, and then pinched her side. She squealed and jumped. "Oh, you're ticklish, aren't you?"

"Louis, don't you dare!" She said. A meaningless warning as he began attacking her skin with a tingling sensation as she thrashed and laughed. "Lestat!"

"I'm not getting involved. This is far too fun to watch!"

"You monster!" Andrea said playfully.

She'd never been happier than in that moment.

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As of late, the moment she was left alone with Lestat and Louis it felt like everything was right in the world. She'd feel a title between her legs she had felt with so few people, but also a sense of safety.

"You two love each other, right?" She'd asked one night, lying in their bed. She didn't know how she got there between the drinks and jokes, but there she was, cuddled between them. Louis held her and Lestat had his head rested on her stomach, letting her play with his hair. The younger vampire would occasionally press kisses against her head and Lestat would whine and cuddle closer into her.

Lestat nodded. "Yes, we do, mon cherie. Very much." He answered. "Have you ever been in love?"

Andrea shook her head. "No. I'm only twenty-one, Lestat. I haven't lived long enough to fall in love."

They laughed at the reminder of how young she truly was. A lick and a promise in vampire years, truly.

"I hope I will." She confessed. "I'd like to. Fall in love, have a family."

We could be your family, Lestat wanted to say.

"At the club," Louis spoke. "The girls told me you don't do a lot."

She suddenly remembered that this man was not just her friend, but her bosses boss. Her cheeks grew red with shame and she moved away slightly even as his grip around her kept her firmly with him. "I-I'm sorry. I just—I couldn't—"

"I'm not sayin' it's anything bad, sugarcane. Don't worry." He smiled at her concern. "I just wanna know why?"

This time her cheeks were red with bashfulness. "I've never..." she paused. "I wanted to save it—"

"For a special occasion?" Lestat filled in, looking up at her with mischievous eyes. "That's sweet. Perhaps you shouldn't have taken up work as a prostitute then."

"Lestat!" Louis chided.

"You own the establishment, you don't get to play holier than thou." He scoffed. He then turned back to Andrea. "It truly is a sweet sentiment, though. It's a special thing."

"I think so." She said. She suddenly realised just how close Lestat's face was to the heat between her legs. She felt flushed and nervous.

Louis smirked at her, listening to her shallow breaths and her quick heartbeat. "Huh. Are we special to you, Andy?"

She nodded, unknowing of their thoughts. "Yes."

"How special?" He asked.

"Incredibly. You're my muses." She answered honestly, her head fuzzy.

Lestat's hand snuck under her dress, caressing her calf gently. He began to slowly bunch her dress up and pull it up, up, up her thighs.

Louis pressed a kiss on her forehead, and then her eye, her nose her cheek and finally her lips. She gasped at the two sensations, Louis dominating her mouth with his own and taking her in like she belonged within him. He held her neck with one hand and caressed her chest with his other. He pulled away and she whined.

Lestat bunched her dress over her hips and pulled her panties down her legs, throwing them haphazardly somewhere in the room. Another whine left her lips.

"You sure about this?" Asked Louis, lips swollen.

She nodded once at him and then down at Lestat. "Yes. Yes. Yes."

"Truly?" Asked Lestat.

"For tonight only, yes. I trust you." For tonight only. As if they'd let her slip from their grasp after this.

Given her profession, she wanted to get this over with soon, and now she had someone to do it with. Someone to guide her, to care for her and talk her through it. She knew she'd be leaving for New York soon, so didn't allow herself to think of any deeper relationship developing, and she thought she'd made that clear with her statement. For tonight only.

Louis' mouth was against hers again in a flash and Lestat went to work devouring her.

That night they took her in every way they could, and in their minds, had laid claim to her body as they had to her mind.

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Julian did not like the fact that she was with them so often. Not only was she with strange men at late hours, she wasn't bringing home any money. The money they'd given her for the painting had quickly run out and she couldn't find it in herself to ask for more.

"You can't keep doing this, Andrea." He'd sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know you're enjoying yourself, and that's fine, I'm happy for you, but they ain't good for you, I swear."

She looked up at him from her seat on the floor of their apartment. "I like them. They're very nice to me." Andrea said, nervously playing with her hair.

He kneeled down in front of her with a concerned look on his face. "I know." He said, cupping her face. "I know that. But we gotta start buckling down. We're getting so close to New York." He said happily.

She gasped. "We are?!" She jumped to her feet, giddy. "New York, Julian! New York!"

"New-fucking-York!" He hollered, joining her in her excitement. "Woo-hoo!"

"Yes, finally!" She cried, years of stress falling off her shoulders. "How much more do we need?"

When he told her the number, she sighed in relief. All she needed was one more client to make that much. Sure, no one in the Azelea approached her anymore, but for this she'd be the one to initiate. Just a little more money, that was all, and they'd be free.

"I can get that." She told him confidently. "I swear to you, Julian, I'll get us that money, and we'll be out of here."

He sighed. "Andrea, you don't have to—"

"I do though." She interrupted. "And I will. I promise. Let me take care of this one thing, please."

And reluctantly, he let her.

That night she walked into the establishment with a goal, not even noticing the looks of confusion she got from Louis and Lestat. Not noticing them at all really.

She set her sights on the drunk man who was sat in the corner and had zeroed in on her the moment she walked through the doors. He was from out of town, she was sure. She hadn't seen him before that night, so he was perfect.

She didn't know the eyes trained on her as she finished her work and was given the money. Her body felt used, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She had the money now, and immediately went to speak to Bricks, so she could quit.

The older woman had looked her up and down sceptically. "You sure about this?"

"Yes. I am, Bricks." Andrea had said with a large smile. "I've got the money now. Me and my brother and I are heading to New York."

Her brows furrowed at those words. "Mister du Lac know about that?"

"Louis?" Andrea said, slightly shocked. "I'll say my goodbyes to him before I go. I don't see how he's part of this exchange."

"So he doesn't know." She filled in. "You might wanna talk to him before you quit."

"Why?"

But Bricks couldn't answer that. Or rather, she wouldn't. She hesitated to say anything, but knew her boss would want to be told as soon as possible.

So instead of supplying an answer, she just shook her head. "No reason. Just to let him know he's losing one of his girls." She clarified. "Good luck in New York, muffin."

She sighed, relieved. "Thank you, Bricks."

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When she'd arrived home, Julian had already started packing. She'd shown him the money and he'd thrown his arms around her with such glee, she never wanted the feeling to go away.

They laughed and teased each other as they threw their clothes into the suitcases, making plans for what they would do in their new city. Andrea had never been so happy before.

A knock sounded at their door. Julian furrowed his brows. "Expecting company?" He asked her.

She shook her head confusedly. "No. You?"

He shook his head as well, and then went to asked the door. She shrugged and continued packing.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, can I help you?" Julian asked their unexpected visitors.

She couldn't hear the rest of the conversation, it was quiet and muffled but then she made out the sound of Julian shouting.

Julian never shouted. He was a calm man with a good head on his shoulders. What had gotten him so out of himself?

She put her clothes down and walked out of the room, eyes immediately landing on the scene before her.

It was her angels, Lestat and Louis. The former had Julian up against the wall with his hand around his throat, and Louis just watched her.

She shrieked at the sight. "What are you doing?!"

Louis just shook his head at her and pointed his finger. "New York?" He asked accusingly.

She only nodded, confused. "What?"

"You're going to New York? Seriously?"

She swallowed her fear. "I was going to come say goodbye before we left, of course I was—"

But that wasn't the problem. He sped in front of her, his face so close to her own she could feel his angry huffing against her skin.

"After you made your money, right?" He seethed.

She shook. "How did you—"

"Before we could rip that dumb fucker off of you and chop his hands off?" It came out like a shout and she flinched, her ears aching.

She looked away from him and directly at Julian. "Lestat, please get off him!"

He only laughed mockingly and pressed her brother harder against the wall. "I don't think so, ma petit faon. He's the reason you want to leave, yes?"

She shook her head urgently. "No, no, we've had this plan for years—"

"But it was him." Lestat continued. "If he wasn't with you, you wouldn't even have thought about it. You'd be content with us."

"With you?" She repeated, fear and confusion getting the best of her. "It was one night, I told you it would be! I don't understand! Please just let him go!"

The blonde tilted his head, as if thinking. "Alright." And then Julian was thrown onto the other side of the room.

Andrea cried out. Her brother was hurt, hurt by the man she considered so horribly important. He must've broken something, bruised some other parts, and when she saw the blood staining his head she jolted forward. She needed to take care of him, to get him away from these people he'd been right about, she needed him to be better, she could make him better.

But Louis would not let her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as she thrashed in his hold like a wild animal. "Sh, sh, sh, sh. It's okay. It's okay." He cooed in her ear. She was horrified, kicking and scratching at him but he didn't even blink.

"No, no! Julian!" She screamed. But he was unresponsive, minus some slight groans falling from his lips.

Lestat sauntered before her, flicking his wrist and looking down at her brother. Then he looked directly at her, placing his hands on her face like Julian used to. He pressed his lips to her temple and inhaled her scent, an angry hiss like sound leaving his lips. "I can still smell him on you." He sneered. "You really thought you could leave, sweet girl? This is your home, we are your home." He insisted.

Andrea still struggled against Louis' hold, tears streaming down her face. "He's right. Andy, he's right." She other spoke into her ear. "Please, just listen."

She wept as he spoke. "What are you?"

They paused at the question, Louis looking down in shame but Lestat ready to answer.

"Vampires, dear girl. We're vampires."

That sounded ridiculous. But she thought about it for a moment; they were only out at night, she never saw them eating, some men seen at the club once were never seen again, and their strength. The strength to throw Julian across a room without blinking an eye. There was no way, no possible, tangible way. But it was true.

Angels. She'd seen them as angels, when they were exactly the opposite. Their beauty was unearthly, but not divine. It was damned.

She breathed heavily, panic shooting up and down her chest. She thrashed even more, screeching like a wild monster. "Let me go! Let me go! Julian!"

Lestat's eyes grew soft and full of pity. His poor Andrea. His poor, beautiful Andrea who did not deserve to feel any of this pain. If only she'd told them before hand, and they couldn't removed this ridiculous notion from her head.

"Don't concern yourself with him." He cooed. "Soon enough, he'll be gone, and you'll be with us."

"Just listen to him, sugarcane. We'll be happy, I promise." Louis spoke softly into her ear.

He nodded towards his companion, a secret promise for something that must be done. As long as Julian was alive, he would haunt her every memory, even if they made her forget him. Even if they made him forget her, he'd see the pictures or read his diaries and look for her. He needed to be taken care of, so Andrea could be taken care of.

"But for now," Lestat said, walking back to the groaning body of her brother. He wrapped his hand around his neck again, twisting.

"No!" She cried, sobbing.

"Rest." Said Lestat. The last thing she heard before her eyes shut was a sickening snap! and the horrifying promises of her new life.

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Present time

They'd made her forget it all. Replaced her memories of her brother with memories of a childhood friend who'd passed when they were young. Julian no longer existed to her, or to anyone at all. Until things began to click.

All she remembered was changing her mind about New York and running to their townhouse to confess her love, and they'd taken her in with open arms. Over the last four years, they'd crafted somewhat of a perfect relationship. They all worked together so well, and Claudia had been beside herself when Andrea had become a permanent fixture in their home.

It took no more than a month for her to refer to Andrea as Mama. Andrea was finally a mother, and her child was perfect.

But she was leaving. On the night the three of them had gone hunting together, she'd laid in bed and searched her mind for every one of your hidden memories, finally breaking through their brainwashing. She'd panicked immediately, grasping at her chest and finding disgust in every inch of the home, her paintings included.

They were hanged all over the house, in the coffin room, the living room, the hallways. Lestat said it was a shrine to her greatness. She wanted to puke.

She'd packed a bag and gotten a ride to the docks before they'd come back, buying the next ticket out. She wasn't even sure where the boat was headed, but knew it was far away from New Orleans. Perhaps she could make it to New York someday, fulfil her brother's dream. Honour him somehow. Guilt clawed at her chest. She should honour him, she'd gotten him killed. Her and her stupid love for those creatures.

She waited impatiently. She looked around her, and something suddenly felt very wrong. There was no one there. It wasn't odd at this time of night, but weren't there people working at the docks? It was so, very quiet, hauntingly quiet. She thought it was impossible to hear silence until tonight.

Panic grasped at her chest and she set her suitcase on the ground beside her. "Hello?" She called out. "Hello?" Again. No answer. She walked away to find another, perhaps safer spot.

A flash somewhere in the distance. No. They couldn't have. But they did. They found her. They'd fucking found her.

She ran, her suitcase long forgotten. But she couldn't run for long. They were vampires, apex predators with an all seeing eye. She would be caught and shoved back into her gilded cage soon enough.

But she still had hope she could run. She still had hope for her freedom. How stupid she was.

She kneeled between two crates, trying to keep her whimpering to a minimum but could not help her frightened noises. What would they do if they caught her? Would they hurt her? No, no, they wouldn't. They couldn't. Could they? She heard quick steps and angry breaths from near her and slapped her hand against her mouth. Her eyes widened and she curled into herself.

They would not get to her. She was alright, she deserved to make her own decisions for once. They wouldn't take it from her this time. She'd sooner die than let her take the last bit of herself she had left. But she was so afraid, so horribly afraid. It rung in her ears like a wasps nest, the constant ringing of a threat nearby. Her instinct was to flee, but they would catch her faster if she did.

Only when she heard the steps move further away, did she raise herself to her feet and carefully move away.

That was the wrong decision.

She bumped into something immediately, and then hands shot out to grasp her forearms. "Andrea? Oh, thank God."

It was Louis. He seemed so relieved to see her. It disgusted her to her very core. She reacted immediately, slamming her heal onto his toes. It didn't hurt, but it shocked him enough for him to suddenly release her. He cried out and she ran into a clearing. She didn't know where it led, but it was far away from him.

"Andrea!" He roared from behind her.

For a moment she thought she lost him, but she knew better than to be hopeful.

"Bonjour, ma petit faon." A voice spoke from beside her ear. She jumped to face him, but he simply held her to him tightly, her face pressed against his chest.

She shook in his hold, and thrashed slightly, but he grasped her arms and held her in front of him like a prized calf. "Oh, my precious girl."

"You killed him. You killed Julian, you monster!" She pushed her hands against his chest.

He just nodded slowly. "Yes, I did. And I did it for you. Just like I do everything for you."

"No, you did it for you! For you and for Louis! You killed him, you fucking killed him!" She was wild now, unforgiving, with nothing left to lose but her own life.

His face was now full of rage as he tugged her closer. "It was an act of love. The truest kind. I did what was best for you, I won't have you deny this."

"Let me go, Lestat!" Andrea begged.

He looked her up and down, as if considering something. A long pause between the two of them.

"Alright." He said. "Run."

"What?" She breathed.

"I'll give you your chance." He said simply, his face growing feral. "Run."

The game was beginning. His sweet fawn wanted to run, he would let her. He was a hunter, after all, and a hunter needed his prey. She could run all she wanted, her pretty little feet would tap against the ground and she'd search for safety, doe eyed and lost. He'd take her, bind her and bring her home. Home.

He dug his hand into her hair and pulled. "Run." He hissed.

So she did. The lovely little prey with two monsters on her tail.

She tried her best to slow her heartbeat, blood rushing into her ears and her throat closing up with unshed tears.

He took pleasure in this, she was sure. Two pairs of steps were behind her, and now she knew Louis had joined in and he was fucking pissed. While Lestat was playful, the other truly angry.

She ran? She actually fucking ran? How dare she, he thought to himself. They'd done everything for her, welcomed her into their family, and Andrea ran.

He'd get her, they'd get her, and make sure the thought of leaving never crossed her mind again.

She hid behind another crate, just to catch her breath for a moment.

"Come on out, sugarcane!" Louis called out, tired of this chase.

Lestat chuckled deeply at his anger. "What do you think, Louis?" He opened one crate with a flick of his fingers. "Is she in here?" It fell against the ground loudly. Andrea almost shrieked. "No. Our little fawn has sprinted further away."

"I'm getting real tired of these games, Andrea!" Louis huffed.

She carefully lowered her hand from her mouth and swallowed her fear.

Everything went silent and for a moment she thought she'd gotten away.

Then Lestat was before her again, a mocking, self-satisfied smirk on his face. "There she is."

Defeated, she just curled into herself. "No, no, no. Please just let me go."

"And let you slip between our fingers? Go where we cannot find you? I don't think so, dear girl." He shook his head.

Louis shot out to grasp her forearm and pulled her to her feet. He looked her up and down, anger pulsing from his body. But then his eyes creased in concern. "Are you hurt?" He asked shakily.

She shook her head, tears gathering in her eyes. He nodded. "Good. Good. That was a stupid thing you did. You scared me. Claudia's worried sick." And then he pulled Andrea into his arms, cradling her head like she was made of glass.

Her body shook with sobs, feeling so utterly undone, that she could no longer fight them. She'd tried and failed to get away. She didn't even want to think what they'd to to her now.

He pulled away and his face was confusing, half fuming half depressed. She didn't understand what he wanted her to say.

"That was fun." Lestat chimed in before he took her jaw in his hand with an iron grip. "But never again, Andrea. You don't run from us." He demanded. "Say it, you don't run from us."

Tears ran down her face. "I don't run from you."

"Good girl." And then he kissed her. It stopped her breath, but he didn't care. He wanted all of her, wanted to consume her being and take it into himself. She was him and he would be her once he had his way.

Before she could catch her breath, Louis kissed her as well and his kiss was desperate as if he searching for something within her that would satiate his hunger. She'd almost slipped away from him, and perhaps here and now he could show her how much he needed her, but he wasn't sure she'd ever know.

She was their light in the darkness, their rose eyed beauty who saw them as angels. Who saw them beyond their vampiric nature, and understood that they too could be good.

Unfortunately, Andrea was aware how delusional this was.

When Louis pulled away she finally breathed, tears streaming down her face. Lestat held her close and kissed away her tears. They loved her, in their own horrible way, they loved her.

"Home." Lestat said. "Let's take you home."

And home they went.

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They didn't let her go out much after that, and hadn't bothered to erase her memories. She'd just find out again, and would try her luck in running once more. They'd rather keep her as she is, with the reassurance she wouldn't try and escape.

They'd also forbidden her from telling Claudia what had happened, and they said they'd know if she did. They'd lied to her and just told her that Andrea had lost track of time while painting in the park.

Andrea was relatively numb these days, except when she was with her daughter. She was in bed with Claudia, holding her tightly to her chest.

She watched her mother carefully, concern etched on her features. "Mama, what is it?"

"Nothing, baby." She assured with an unconvincing smile.

Claudia didn't believe her. "It's something. Did you fight with Daddy Lou and Uncle Les?"

It wasn't a fight, it was a fucking hunt. But she couldn't say that to her daughter. "No, Claudia. I'm just tired, I promise."

"Then I believe the time has come to sleep." They heard Lestat from the doorway. He leaned against the frame, a satisfied expression on his face. He was content, it seemed. "Say good night to Mama, Claudia."

The girl vampire frowned but pressed a kiss to her mothers cheek. "Good night, mama. I love you."

Andrea cupped her face. "I love you too."

She got off the bed and walked towards Lestat who held a hand out for his companion. She took it, but did meet his eyes.

He held her close as they made their way to the coffin room. She was already in her sleep wear, same with the other two. Louis walked into the room after them, having said good night to his daughter before joining them.

To the side of the coffin they shared, another one of her paintings lay. It was dark and stormy, two bodies falling through the sky, completely disfigured and angry. Angels wings turned leathery and rough, blood dripping from their mouths, but it was also a bit too blurry to truly make out. It was horrifying.

Louis took one look at it. "New painting?"

She didn't reply, only nodded.

He tried so smile at her. "It's nice."

Lestat pressed a kiss to her head and then allowed her to settle beside him in the coffin. "You've always been so talented, ma petit faon. It was your artistic eye that made us fall for you, I think."

Louis laid on her other side, making it an insanely tight fit, but they would have it no other way.

If they had looked at her painting a little longer, they would've noticed the eyes of the demons she had painted. One pair a disturbing emerald green, and the other an unsettlingly light shade of blue.

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steviebunny · 17 days ago

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Me: *writes an amazing chapter*

Me: Ah yes. That is amazing. Can't wait to begin the next one. So many possibilities!

Me: *turns off my laptop and goes into a month-long depression*

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steviebunny · 18 days ago

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I'm sure someone else has talked about this but the actress switch between Bailey and Delaney in IWTV works, we almost never see Claudia outside of Louis's retelling of the story told to Daniel, And even when we see Armand discuss her, That's tainted by the fact that Armand has so much of his version of events inexplicably tied up with his meddling in Louis's memories. Louis cannot keep his story straight. Louis cannot remember. Of course Claudia's appearance changes. Of course the way he remembers how she looks changes, its the same way in one interview he tells Daniel that Lestat was frail and cowardly looking and in another he was like an angel sent directly from God. Yeah, it wasn't planned initially but narratively it makes so much sense that it could have been planned from the beginning and it fucking works. If you have a serious problem with the actresses being changed you care more about the aesthetics of the show than you care about the actual story of the show.

#amc interview with the vampire #I promise I will write more fanfics soon. I'm busy. sorry 😭#lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #louis dpdl #interview with the vampire #armand #claudia de pointe du lac #Claudia #amc iwtv #iwtv

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steviebunny · 18 days ago

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"The way Daniel sits here with his arm around the back of the sofa, a conspicuously empty, person-shaped space right beside him..."

@speckled-jim

yeah he was just grabbing a snack

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steviebunny · 20 days ago

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If evil then why beautiful like a Botticelli angel?

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steviebunny · 20 days ago

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The song in our hearts

Lestat De Lioncourt x Female Reader

A musician with a heart that sings and an admirer who wishes to see his songbird thrive. Two beings in different worlds get caught up in each other when someone threatens to steal his songbird's spotlight. Loving Lestat isn't simple, and your life will never be the same again. What is eternity without chaos?

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Chapter Twelve - Midnight piano

Smutty Start

Your lips parted in a silent scream as he buried himself deep inside of you. Both of you were still covered in blood, and yet that wasn't even the vase of your hunger any more. Lestat licked along your jaw, clearing some of the red, but not much. He loved how it looked on you.

You gasp loudly in his ear and he grins. He has you right where he wants you. His desire is insatiable.

With every sharp thrust of his hips you feel yourself losing concentration. All you can feel is him. You want to hold him, taste him, feel him, be one with him.

Lestat licks along your neck and grunts heavily in your ear. You feel perfect against his body. Everything was perfect. You're perfect.

It's been a long time since Lestat last felt like this.

He kisses you passionately and drapes himself over your body. You open your eyes and stare at his handsome face. His hair hangs down like a curtain around him, his lips are curled into a grin.

“Perfect,” he whispers.

You smile and pull him down into another kiss. Your hands wrap securely around his neck. Lestat gives in and accepts your embrace. He buries his nose in your hair, inhaling you. You smell like sex. It's delicious.

He rolls his hips again, slowly. He silences your moan with a kiss, nibbling at your bottom lip as he does so. He's enjoying all the sounds you're making, but he also has a desire to tease you, too.

“Lestat,” you groan his name in a low voice.

“Oui, amour?” He smirks.

You smile up at him, fluttering your eyelashes. He chuckles, amused by your innocent act. However, he's so distracted by your pretty face that when you get the jump on him and swap positions with him, he looks up at you surprised.

You roll your hips and leave him speechless. His long nails scratch along your skin, leaving you aching for more. You ride him with a smile upon your lips, desire running through your veins.

No one would have thought you had just killed 2 people and were having sex because of how hot it was.

Your life has turned upside down.

Lestat was twirling you around the dance floor of the club he had brought you to. The upbeat music wasn't to his tastes, but with a beautiful woman dancing in his arms, how could he resist?

His classical heart yearned to hear you play your piano for him, for it had been a while since he last got to hear your sweet music, but for now he could endure this too fast beat.

You were smiling and laughing as he pulled you in close. He loved the way your eyes lit up as you danced. The smile on your lips should forever belong there. The skirt of the dress he chose for you swishes around your legs with every spin and bounce. You were a delight.

You hoped the night would never end, but you knew the sun would have to rise.

However, there were things other than the sun that could interrupt your night. A certain someone who you had hoped to forget. The call of your name has you turning around to see who wad there.

Eleanor.

Lestat's arm instantly comes to settle around your waist. His gaze is sharp and alert. He's watching her closely.

“Oh, didn't expect to see you here,” you say, wishing to be anywhere else right now.

“Just making the most of my stay here.”

You offer her friendly smile.

“No one's seen you for a little while,” she comments. “I was with Amelie-”

“You were with Amelie?” You ask sharply. Lestat squeezes your hip gently with his hand. Calm down.

“Yes… She mentioned she hadn't seen you in a few days.”

“I've been busy,” you replied, feeling the need to defend yourself.

“Doing what?”

You don't like the way she asks that. The way she's looking at you sets on edge for some reason. You try and focus on her mind, needing to know what she wants.

‘She must have been drinking. She's acting strange.’

She doesn't suspect anything else, so you accept her thoughts. You straighten up and hold your head up high. “Makijg music,” you say.

“Oh? So, you're still playing at the theater?”

“Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?” You ask. Lestat gives you another warning with his hand.

“Others suspect your sponsor here is whisking you away to make you famous.” She eyes Lestat again. The vampire grins at her.

“This is my home,” you state.

“For now. You might change your mind.”

The two of you stare at each other. She's making you uncomfortable with her questions. You can't help thinking she's dogging for something, but perhaps yours the one overthinking.

“I'll be there on Friday.”

Eleanor stares at you. You can't pick up on anymore of her thoughts. Whatever she's doing, she really is keeping it to herself. Not even a whisper.

“Enjoy your night.” She walks away.

Lestat pulls you into his arms and kisses you softly. “Pay the woman no mind. She simply does not like me.”

“She's getting on my nerves. Why is she even still here? The police found nothing.” You sigh.

Lestat shrugs and brushes some hair behind your ear. “Who cares? Let us enjoy our night, amour.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and smile again. Yeah, you can forget all about her. You have everything you want and need right here.

Friday. An hour after the sun has set. You're in your dressing room with Lestat. You're sitting on your vanity table. Lestat is standing between your legs kissing you passionately against your mirror.

There's a knock on your door.

“Come in,” you sigh. Lestat doesn't pull away, he just holds you against his chest and nuzzles your temple with his nose. He inhales sharply. You're wearing the perfume he bought you on the way here. You smell divine.

Jack enters. He seems surprised to see Lestat in here too. “I've just seen you requested an extra fifteen minutes on stage.”

“Yes,” you smile at him.

“Can I ask why?”

Lestat nips your ear gently and you giggle softly. You give him an affectionate warning glare. He just grins.

“I have a special performance planned. I need the extra time.”

Jack looks between you and the man wrapped around you. Everyone seems to be on edge with Lestat around. It's almost amusing.

“Alright… I'll see if the dancers are okay delaying their performance for you.”

“Thank you, Jack,” you smile at him.

Jack exits the room. You can sense his confusion and unease on the way out. Lestat chuckles in your ear and then goes back to kissing you.

Your lover is reluctant to leave you when the show starts, but he goes off to his box as told. You get ready for the show.

Wearing your ruby necklace and lipstick to match, you head out to the wings. Amelie is there waiting. She does a double take when you arrive. She looks you up and down.

“What?” You ask.

“You look… good.”

You smile. “I feel good.” In fact, you've never felt better.

“Jack said you asked for extra time. Asked if we could delay the dance routine. You never ask for more time.”

“Tonight's special is all.”

Amelie looks at you for a good few moments before returning her gaze to the stage. “Are you okay?” She asks out of the blue.

“Yeah, why?” You eye her.

“Something seems different about you.”

You smile. “I've found my purpose, that's all.”

Amelie doesn't question what you mean by that. She watches you walk onto the stage after your name is called. You walked with a whole.new confident aura about you.

You take a bow to your captive audience. Soft muttering can be heard in the room, but with your sharp new hearing you can hear just fine.

‘My goodness, she's beautiful.’

‘Who is that?’

‘This doesn't seem like the same pianist I saw last time.’

You smile and take your seat at the bench. The room goes quiet. They sit, watch, and wait.

You play.

Lestat leans forward in his box, completely enamored by you. He cannot tear away his eyes. You're a vision. His ears are blessed by your music. All of this is new. No one had heard any of these pieces before. You were blessing your audience with a new era of your talent.

Lestat was your sole inspiration. Every note you played, you played for him.

Amelie watched from the wings in surprise. This music was unlike anything she had ever heard you play. She had no idea what had been going on with you. She had stopped at your apartment a couple of times, but you hadn't been there. Whatever it was you were doing, it had led to this.

Murmurs erupted quietly among the audience. They were in awe. Your music was your magic. It was casting a spell over each and every one of them.

You felt alive.

A whole 45 minutes passed with the entire room hooked onto every note you played. You were their master in command. You wanted them to listen and they did.

Lestat smiled proudly from his box.

Once you finished your last piece, Lestat was the first to stand and applaud. Everyone else copied him within seconds. You smiled as you stood from your piano and took a bow.

You had put on the performance of a lifetime.

As soon as you were backstage once again, Amelie came up to you. She grasped your arm gently and smiled. “Goodness! Everyone was standing. That was incredible.”

You smile proudly.

“You've been busy writing music,” she points out.

“Yes, well, I've had a lot of inspiration. Music comes to me as naturally as…” You were going to say breathing. “Walking,” you correct yourself.

“You're amazing.” Amelie looks at you with so much awe in her gaze.

“Mon amour.”

Both of you turn to see Lestat walking towards you. You smile and wrap your arms around him. Lestat brings you close to his chest and nips at your ear playfully.

“What did you think?” You ask him.

“There are no words.” He grins. “You have blown them all away.”

You grin. “I felt… powerful.”

Lestat grins. “Good.”

Amelie watches you both, curious by this interaction. It is clear to her that you and Lestat have certainly become… more. She notices the way his hand trails low on your hip and the way his eyes stare into you intensely.

“So, that's where you've been?” She asks. You look at her. “With him.”

“Yes.” You turn to face her. Lestat wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. “Problem?”

“No.”

You both look at each for a moment and then she smiles. You return the smile. You want to go over and give her a hug, but a voice calls out and stops you.

“I think drinks are in order.” You all turn to see Eleanor standing there off to the side. She wears a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

“Oh yes!” Amelie cheers.

“What do you say, amour? Shall we celebrate?” Lestat grins again.

“Oui.” You smile and look at Eleanor. “A splendid idea.”

Eleanor chuckles softly and walks away. You watch her go.

She was still here. Why?

Lestat brushes some hair out of your face and kisses down your neck. He's trying to distract you. It's working.

Amelie has to break the moment. Otherwise, you'd both start getting frisky then and there. Eleanor be damned.

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steviebunny · 21 days ago

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is it controversial for me to say that fan fiction writers shouldn’t have to accept criticism of their writing? it’s not as if anyone is entering this for a grade, they’re writing about characters doing stuff - they don’t need to know that you didn’t like it maybe just move on

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steviebunny · 23 days ago

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Dear Desperado

Chapter Eight

Warning: slight angst, smut, cuck (?), Armand's freak was matched, lovebombing, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving)

Morning came with a fond quietness to the start of Carmen's day as she stepped out of her shower, slowly wrapping a towel around her body as she walked to the mirror by the sink wiping away the steam to look at her reflection when she gasped in fright- turning swiftly around a hand quickly covered her mouth and was pressed back until her lower back roughly pressed against the cold marble of the sink.

Her eyes looking up at Lestat's very own filled with panic and urgancy as he stared cold daggers into Carmen

"Are you trying to get yourself killed before our plan succeeds?!" He whispered harshly as Carmen looked up at him in confusion

"Armand saw you last night with Daniel, in the music room" Lestat reminded as the females eyes widened slightly in worry "exactly!" Lestat chastised "I know you couldn't control yourself and this is taking too long- but you can't afford to be sloppy now"

Carmen's eyes softened as she reached up and removed Lestat's hand from her mouth

"I'm not getting sloppy. Just got sidetracked...besides, Daniel's starting to remember" she explained as Lestat looked at her silently for a moment before sighing "And what shall be your grand excuse once Armand confronts you? We both know he will at some point....and that worries me" fear was evident in Lestat's eyes as Carmen sighed, laying a comforting hand on his arm before giving a gentle squeeze

"At this point I could care less what Armand does; he's hurt us beyond warranting emotional response anymore- l will handle it should it get to a confrontation"

"And what if he threatens Daniel's life like he'd done to him before?"

Lestat questioned, eyes filled with hatred and suffering remembering what Armand did in that Motel.

To Daniel.

To Louis.

To them all...

"I won't let him" Carmen's voice brought him back to reality as her expression hardened to one of determination "I got a hold of Him a few nights ago" she said as Lestat's eyes looked at her in surprise. Hope flickering like small flames in his chest.

"He already has people watching over Louis back in Nola- he lives at your old home; Claudia is helping him refurbish it-...."

"I thought you said Claudia was in Egypt with Madeleine" Lestat argued in confusion, trying not to let joy consume him at hearing Louis went back to their home and that he was safe.

"I lied, I didn't want Armand to know the truth" Carmen shrugged as she folded her arms. She knew she could easily block Armand out of her mind, but with Lestat.... He could do anything, even read his thoughts still; which is why against her own better judgement but Lestat's insistence she'd help hide their plan somewhere Armand couldn't reach but somewhere close where only Lestat could remember.

"And what did He plan for Daniel? His safety is the most at risk Mon Amour" Lestat reminded as Carmen sighed at that reminder

"Rashid knows what to do should it come to it that I have to give Daniel a quick second for escape; there's a car with his belongings already waiting" she answered as Lestat's eyes softened when he noticed the sadness in Carmen's eyes.

That she'd have to lose Daniel all over again in the name of protecting him just as they did for their respective companions all those years ago....

"We're almost there, Lestat....right on the cusp of getting our freedom- just trust me" Carmen asked as the male sighed softly, still warranted with worry but nodded none the less

"Just do me a favour?" Carmen requested as Lestat rose an eyebrow at her "keep Daniel busy, talk about that time we all bumped into each other in San Francisco"

"And what will you be doing?" Lestat asked with a raised eyebrow. He usually had to distract Armand for very few specific reasons....

"Groveling to Armand the only way I know he'll let me" Carmen answered, internally churning with unease and dread as Lestat's face grimaced at her words before stiffly nodding his head and turned to leave the bathroom

"The things you do for love.... I hope Daniel knows one day of the turmoil you endured just for him" Lestat said as he stopped at the door, slightly turning around to regard Lestat with an amused and bitter smile towards her "I'm envious; I wonder if you'd have fought this hard for me too-..."

"In a heartbeat" Carmen cut him off as Lestat's eyes widened at her words "I often fight my hardest when the people I love are at risk; you still count as one of those people- even after everything" her words made Lestat's smile quiver as tears welled in his eyes.

He knew he didn't deserve that. I didn't do Anything good for her to ever deserve that....

"I'll go see what Daniel is up to" Lestat smiled, quickly leaving the bathroom as Carmen sighed to herself.

"Daniel! Good morning!" Lestat greeted cheerfully as he sauntered into the living room where the male currently sat looking over a photo album that Carmen had kept all these years- a book filled memories he'd forgotten.

Trips to the beach, carnivals, the movies.... And they looked so happy in all of them; he himself doesn't even think he has ever smiled this much in his life. Not with his ex-wives or probably his own daughters.... They just looked like nothing in the world could ever go wrong.

Until Lestat walked into the room and reminded him that Everything went wrong in every conceivable way possible.

"Oh joy. My least favourite Vampire" Daniel flatly greeted back as he closed the photo album and removed his reading glasses, watching Lestat elegantly drape himself onto the recliner and chuckle at his annoyance. His sarcasm reminded him so much of Carmen's. He can see why she found him so appealing, even now- not even aging has stopped her from seeing him as the man she loves.

"I was asked, dutifully, to keep you company while Carmen attends to some business with Armand- hope you do not mind" Lestat announced as he watched worry etch itself onto Daniel's face. Concerned for his beloved as his thoughts raced a mile a minute

"Calm yourself my American friend she'll be fine" Lestat assured with an amused smile while crossing his legs while Daniel glared at him "You want me to not worry? After I spent 4 days listening to Carmen tell me Armand is the worst of both of you? After listening to her tell me she was abused....?" He questioned tossing the album aside on the couch as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he continued

"Want me to calm down.... When we all spent 3 days running away from Armand- and he still found us in San Diego?" Daniel asked watching Lestat's expression turn grim, looking away from him as those memories ate up at him before he swallowed that pain, that insufferable pain down and looked back at Daniel with a forced smile

"I'm glad your memories are returning; shall we continue with the interview while we wait for Carmen?"

"I'm not doing anything until Carmen shows up, preferably without any bruises, wounds or tears of dispair in her eyes" Daniel answered as he folded his arms and sat back. He might not be able to storm off and search for Carmen himself or protect her from Armand, but he sure as hell can sit there and wait!

"So stubborn.... I can see why Carmen fell for you, other than your looks of course" Lestat teased as Daniel glared at him, looking unamused

"I'm sure Carmen would've said the same thing to Louis about you" he retorted back as Lestat chuckled at his biting words.

He was beginning to regret doing this favour for Carmen. She'd find Daniel half a corpse if she didn't grovel a bit faster!

Armand stood in Carmen's bedroom, walking slowly lost in thought as he ran his hands against her belongings, like the robe she wore last night when she so intimately gave herself to Daniel. Holding it against his face he could still smell the intoxicating allure of her perfume and her scent; a hint of Earth and wildflowers that still clung to her skin even after she'd left the Desert all those centuries ago...

And underneath that heavenly scent that was only her, he smelled Daniel's smoky scent and heady cologne. He hated that smell so much it left him I'll to his core. He hated having to wash away that scent from every article of clothing Carmen once owned before just setting them all on fire and burning new ones. He hated how Carmen still clung to her memories and dreams of Daniel, years spent watching his wife create scrapbook after scrapbook of newspaper articles that he'd written and her bookcase filled with novels he'd either written or read over the years. With Lestat it was easy how the male made his hatred for him known- reminding him day after day, night after night that he'd never love him for as long as Louis was breathing- and Armand had many a thought to go seek Louis out and kill him just to see Lestat crumble, but he knew doing that wouldn't make Lestat want him or love him again.

He hated him with Louis alive and out of his reach and he'd hate him if Louis died- there was no in between!

And he hated that too.

He hated how both his spouses spent every waking moment of their lives together arguing and blaming him and each other for their respective misery until their voices were hoarse and they spent weeks after ignoring each other as if they were ghosts. It drove Armand crazy!

Yes he was aware this was his doing, but he didn't think this would persist for 70 whole years!

"Good to know I still don't have a privilege of privacy still" came Carmen's voice as she stood by the open door of her bedroom, towel still wrapped around her body as she entered and walked past Armand to go to her vanity, but the male was quick to grip her arm- dropping her robe back onto the bed- and turned her towards him until their eyes met.

For a moment Carmen's heart raced when she saw those eyes.... Those cruel, violent eyes.... And Armand saw how she looked up at him, like a victim ready to plead for their life. So many times he has seen that look on her face- and the first time ever seeing it directed at him was when he'd laid his hands on her for the first time. The only time Armand once promised himself.... But it never remained the first time.

"Is this the part you throw me to the floor and break my bones for sleeping with Daniel last night?" Carmen came right out and ask, her voice shaking with fear as she felt Armand's grip on her arm tighten to the point she winced and hissed in pain, feeling his thumb threateningly press against the bone beneath her skin that began to softly bruise beneath his harsh hold

"70 years.... 70 long, cruel years of you rejecting me, of me crawling on my hands and knees for a crumb of your affection or cruelty and all it took to break it all.... Was him?" Armand asked, eyes softening to ones of a puppy being hurt by its owner- stripped of his cruel gaze and his menacing stance and all was left before Carmen was the boy. The precious boy who was hurt by everyone in his life and all died before he ever got to hear the words 'I'm sorry' to him.

The boy who was afraid the one woman who cared for him so tenderly once upon a time, who held him like a gift to be praised by the Heavens was being taken away from him all over again!

"What does he have.... That's so easy for you to love? What am I missing?" Armand asked, tears brimming his eyes as he desperately searched Carmen's eyes for an answer while she looked up at him in shock to his words- caught off guard more like. She truly was prepared for him to hurt her in some way, hell even yell while doing so- but she did not think he'd ask that, or even break down at all....

"Am I that unworthy of your love? Am I too cruel of a monster to believe I deserve to be loved by you anymore?" Armand continued to ask, his hand letting go of her arm and began to cling to her waist, resorting to a stance both of them were familiar with whenever Armand was desperate and beaten down to the point of emotional turmoil, he dropped to his knees and hugged her thighs as he began to sob against her soft skin.

He was at his wits end. He was afraid. Deathly afraid that Carmen was falling out of love with him now. He'd already been certain that Lestat didn't love him anymore, and that was a bitter pill to swallow- but he just couldn't lose Carmen too!

Carmen could feel that fragile and familiar pull in her heart that she'd reserved for Armand when he got like this; broken and uncertain of himself, begging to be loved- to feel like he was being seen, like his pain was being acknowledged.... And she hated that she still loved Armand enough to endure it all for him as she sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him crawl and follow her never once letting go of her legs as he sobbed against her knees while Carmen began to carass the nape of his neck with her fingers before delicately brushing through the curls of his hair to calm him down.

She had no words that could ever placate Armand, for she did not want to lie to him just this once. She knew she loved Daniel more than Armand, more than Lestat, hell even more than her darling Santiago. To her there was no other man or Vampire who could ever dream to compare themselves to Daniel. But even in her vengeful hatred of him Carmen still loved Armand in her own way. She still cared because she recognised that Armand was, For lack of a better word, broken.

All his ever known his in lifetime is pleasure and pain, and the one time he knew love was with her.... He showed her what it was like to actually be loved even though she herself was afraid to let herself love anyone ever again, and against her better judgement she found herself loving Armand because he reminded her of herself.

He was her, and she was him. And that's something neither Lestat or anybody would ever understand.

"Armand...." Carmen called softly, and Armand's only response to her was him wrapping his arms tighter around her legs, like a child about to be reprimanded for being disobedient.

And so Carmen tried again once more. She needed Armand to see her, look her in the eyes when she spoke to him

"Arun" she called out again, a name she did not wish to use ever again for Armand's sake and safety, but it got the needed result when the male slowly looked up at her, bloody tears running down his cheeks as he spoke "Yes Maitress?" And again Carmen felt the invisible knife twist itself in her heart at him calling her that.

She too wanted to find the bastards who hurt her husband and bring them back to life just so she could set them on fire for what they did to Armand.... In her eyes, eyes filled with passing age of watching the world before her change and the once beautiful rivers dry up and cities and pyramids wither and fall apart, Armand was still a boy. A scared boy with the soul of a 400 year old Vampire who fooled himself that he was a Maitre. That he was unbreakable.

"I wish I'd met you earlier, so much earlier in life.... Maybe we'd have had more time together. Maybe I'd..... I'd love you harder, love you stronger" Carmen spoke softly as she laid her hand on Armand's cheek and watched as he leaned into her touch, still searching for that tender affection he so craved....

And it broke Carmen's heart that he'd seek it from someone who didn't love him the way he loved her, even if his heart still beat for her.

"You love me enough.... I just want you to stay with me; say you will stay with me" Armand begged as he kissed her palm, his eyes noticing the internal struggle inside her as he brows furrowed and she sighed heavily like it was a burden she could not bare bring to existence....

Slowly Armand's kisses travelled from her palm to her leg, beginning at her feet as he held it so fondly, appraising God that such a woman walked the Earth with him while his lips travelled up her leg until thighs parted for him to kneel between as he laid her thigh over his shoulder and kiss the soft skin of her inner thigh- shivering softly in delight when he heard Carmen's breath hitch in her throat and foot press against his back, silently begging for more.

Carmen hated herself for doing this. For being so weak for Armand, she could never refuse him when he got like this. So docile and needy and fragile and desperate.... It was disgusting how quick she folded to him, silently telling herself this was going to be just one more time as she felt Armand's tongue meet her clit in perfect and slow circles that made Carmen bite down on her lip just as a whimper slipped out and she rested back on her elbows, letting her towel unravel and fall off so Armand could feast his eyes on her beautiful body as he took her clit into her mouth and sucked, moaning when her plush thighs pressed together against his head as his hands gripped the backs of her thighs and pressed them back until she was fully open and exposed to him. Her lips parting like flowers and her wetness clinching to them like honey dripping against them.

And Armand could hold himself back no longer as his tongue delved into her pussy, swirling and licking up all he could get from her, his nose softly bumping against her clit to add to the delicate stimulation that had Carmen laying flat on the bed moaning softly as she gripped his hair to pull him deeper, to feel his tongue deeper inside her- so deep it felt like he were licking at her soul.

Armand was drunk off the taste of her alone. So long it has been that he'd gone mad without feeling her dripping upon his tongue like this in so long. His hands run past her waist, letting her plant her feet on his shoulders, and run up her sides until his hands enveloped her breasts that fit so perfectly and felt so soft and warm as he kneaded them, groaning softly when Carmen arched into his touch while grinding herself against his tongue licking from her core to her clit, enveloping it into his mouth to suck while releasing one breast so he'd slowly slip two of his long and dexterous fingers into her pussy

"Fuck....! Armand..." Carmen gasped when she felt his fingers stretch her open, biting on her bottom lip when he curled them into that familiar bundle of nerves that made her quiver around his fingers and moan when his other finger pinched and pulled on her nipple. But something didn't feel right to Armand, something in the way she moaned her name.

He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.

"Moan His name" Armand asked all of a sudden, as Carmen looked down at him in confusion thought the expression didn't last long when Armand's fingers moved deeper, got quicker at pistoning against that spot over and over until she was throwing her head back and gripping the pillows and the curls of his hair tightly "I...I don't.... F-fuck...! Understand!" Carmen could barely stutter out, listening to the wet squelches her pussy made with each thrust and twist of Armand's fingers inside her

"You so prettier when you say Daniel's name in throes of pleasure" Armand spoke, his lips kissing upon her thigh while his thumb rubbed on her clit watching her body writhe on the bed as she moaned for him "You sounded so beautiful... I felt myself harden when I watched him hold you and made you take him- you couldn't stop saying his name over and over.... He even brought tears of pleasure to your eyes" he lemented, feeling himself throbbing painfully against his pants, thrusting his fingers faster into her pussy at just remembering how wet she sounded, how full her pussy looked taking Daniel....

"Please... Say his name for me" Armand begged as Carmen felt herself get closer to the age. Her mind reeling and body trembling at how fucked up and turned on she was at such a horrendous request; it sounded obsurd, to want your own wife to moan another man's name, but here Armand was asking for exactly that!

And who was Carmen to deny her husband?

"D-Daniel...." She whimpered softly as she heard Armand moan against her pussy as he began to suck and lick her pussy lips, still thrusting into her and rubbing her clit with his skilled thumb- driving Carmen towards her end as she looked between her thighs at him looking up at her, silently begging her to say her lover's name again "Daniel...oh God...Daniel I'm g-gonna cum!" She moaned as she toes curled against Armand's shoulders and her back arched off the bed feeling the coil in her stomach tighten all while Armand felt himself grow uncomfortable in his pants, a wet spot forming where he was leaking at listening to Carmen's sweet voice call out to Daniel.

But it wasn't enough. He needed to hear her cry it, scream it, chant it until she was hoarse and quacking.

Carmen whimpered as she sat up on her elbows when she felt Armand stop and pull his fingers out of her pussy and grip her ankle tightly before flipping her over onto her stomach and climbed over her, skin upon skin as he'd removed his clothing. His lips kissing up her shoulder to the spot behind her ear where he saw Daniel kissing, a place that made Carmen moan and grind against his erection that was pressed between her ass and his pelvic, gripping her waist to hold her down while using his knee to push her leg wide open for him to settle between, his hands running up her arms until the found her hands and intertwined their fingers together as he began pushing into warm and wet walls "How I missed being inside you...." Armand whimpered as he gave short, deep thrusts. Lost in feeling her pussy swallow all of him just like it used to, but his mind wondered what did Daniel's dick feeling like? Was it thick like his? Was it longer? Did it reach spots in Carmen that he couldn't? A crude moan left Armand at just imagining it, not even realising that his pace had quickened a bit until Carmen's moans grew as she bit into her pillow, drooling at how deep Armand was, his tip abusing her cervix with each energetic thrust of his hips.

"Do you think h-he'd fuck you like this....?" Armand asked in between moans of pleasure as one hand let go of her own and gripped her hair and pulled until she had her head tilted back moaning into the openness of her room, escorted by the sound of skin rapidly slapping against skin "Well do you? Or would he be rougher? Or gentler than I?" Armand asked as Carmen tried to find her words, but all that came out was Daniel's name past her lips which only fuelled Armand as he pushed her head back down while the other gripped her waist and began fucking her harder, eyes fluttering closed when he felt her pussy throbbing around his length, a warning, a tantalizing promising of Carmen's orgasm

"You're close. Is it because of me, or because you're thinking of Daniel in this moment?" Armand whispered against her ear as Carmen reached back to grip his hair and pull him down as she slightly turned her head to the side to kiss him Deeply making him falter a bit in his thrusts before he resumed his pace, pulling out until the tip before slamming back in and relishing in her pussy gushing and tightening around him everytime he did so as Carmen licked his bottom lip and looked into his eyes and spoke "I want Armand to make me cum.... Will you make me cum, Armand?" She begged as Armand felt his orgasm rip through his body suddenly at her words which triggered her own as she clawed her bed, ripping the bedding apart as they moaned each other's names. Softly coming down their high as Armand draped his body over Carmen's, his limbs too heavy yet also too feather light for him to even attempt to move. But Carmen didn't mind the added weight. She'd let Armand rest there, he earned it.

She just hoped Lestat's patience's and Daniel's impatience could hang on for her a bit longer....

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steviebunny · 24 days ago

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You’re laughing? The official IWTV writers room page just retweeted this and you’re laughing???

gorgeous art credit -> HERE 💕 Please reblog the original as artist is also on tumblr!

update: sadly people were so excited over this that they removed the retweet adlfkjadf...but we saw 👀

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steviebunny · 25 days ago

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The Unholy Trinity of “Why Do I Want To Bang You” Part 3

Bonus Cause Y'know I Love the Old Man

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steviebunny · 25 days ago

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Rainy Day: Part 1

Lestat x Louis x Reader smut

About: Reader works as a familiar for Louis and Lestat, they go out for a walk and end up getting drenched in the rain. They realise that the house is closer than their apartment so they stop there and find Lestat who just has to take care of them. Louis walks in on the pair of them.

Warnings/Contains: degrading, belittling, fingering, voyeurism

Reader: gender neutral reader who was afab

You wrapped your coat around you and lowered your head as the rain picked up, mentally cursing yourself for leaving your umbrella behind. Your boots splashed in the pools of rainwater as you rushed back to the townhouse, your clothes already soaking wet. You fumbled with the door, sighing as the key got stuck, before finally shoving it open with a grunt. You were met with a surprised Lestat, who was eyeing you up from behind the piano he was playing merely moments ago.

“Hi...I came out for a walk and didn’t realise it would be raining and here was closer than my apartment.” You said with a playful yet exhausted tone.

“You didn’t think to bring an umbrella? That was silly.” He teased, a playful glint in his eye.

“Mm, I know.” You sighed and rolled your eyes light-heartedly.

You peeled your coat off, shivering at the sensation, and hung it up to dry, not noticing that Lestat had snuck up on you. He gave you a sincere look as he eyed you over, cupping your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Poor thing, you’re soaked through.” He cooed at you, already reaching for your buttons.

You felt warmth return to your body as he quickly and easily unbuttoned your waistcoat, a blessing and a curse that he could get you so worked up. He moved behind you, pulling the waistcoat off before leaning in, pressing his chest to your back as he studied your expression.

“You’re freezing.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Thank you for that observation.” You teased, giving him a soft smile as you leaned into the touch.

“We’ll have to fix that.” He cooed, peppering kisses over your neck and jaw.

You placed your hands over his, yearning for body heat that he could not provide. He pressed his nose into your neck, enjoying your scent for a moment before letting go of you. You flashed him a disappointed look, enjoying the contact even if it didn’t make you any warmer.

“Come, let’s get these off of you.” He took your hand and led you upstairs.

He ran you a bath and took his sweet time undressing you, pressing kisses on practically every inch of your body, as if touching you would bring back your warmth…and in a way, it did. Only a few minutes had passed and you were flustered and giddy, watching as he placed your clothes into the wash basket.

“I think I could’ve managed that myself.” You said playfully.

“But how awful would I be if I didn’t take care of you, hm?” He cooed, cupping your face as he looked down at you.

You let out a content sound, shutting your eyes as he leaned forward and kissed you. You hummed against his lips, your fingers wandering up to cup his jaw.

“Poor love, maybe I just won’t let you outside anymore.” He teased before letting go of you.

“Asking me to move in?” You grinned as you stepped into the bath, sinking down into the warm water with a relieved hum.

He started undressing himself, your eyes meeting as you relaxed in the water. You were giddy at the thought of sharing a bath with him, and of course he could tell.

“Wouldn’t be so bad would it?” He hummed. “Keeping you here just for me and Louis?”

You sighed softly, at the feeling of the water, at the sound of his voice, at the idea of staying with the pair of them.

“I can definitely imagine worse things.” You spoke softly, your words sounding needier than you had intended.

“Hmph.” Lestat smirked before approaching the side of the bath. “Feeling any better?”

“A little.” You tilted your head with a sly smile, knowing you could get more if you played it up.

“Such a delicate thing, aren’t you?” He cooed as he sunk down at the opposite end of the bath, your legs tangling together.

“In comparison to you, yes.” You smiled, desperate to be closer to him already.

He was in your thoughts, under your skin, listening in to your fantasies. You locked eyes for a moment and you could tell he was reading you, it both excited you and put you on edge. He smirked as he spoke to you without even parting his lips, effortlessly beckoning you closer.

“Thought you’d never ask.” You said softly as you moved over to sit in his lap.

“You could’ve asked.” He teased, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Mm but I like hearing it from you.” You sighed, making it clear that you enjoyed having him in your head, taking control of whatever you wanted or needed.

“Can’t bear to do anything yourself, can you?” He tutted. “Need me to look after you, don’t you?”

“Mm.” You nodded. “Yes.”

Moments passed as you relaxed against once another, your hands gently exploring each others bodies as you silently riled one another up.

“Where is Louis?” You whispered, glancing up at Lestat with a curious expression.

“Some business meeting..I didn’t have the energy for it today.” He huffed, clearly irritated that Louis hadn’t stayed to entertain him.

“Lucky I came and saved you from your loneliness then, hm?” You teased.

“Oh, so very lucky.” He whispered, playing into it as he kissed your neck.

You tilted your head, baring more skin to him as you relished in the sensation. You were silently begging him for more, tempting him to take a bite.

“I’m meant to be taking care of you, sweet thing.” He hummed. “As much as I find you irresistible..”

“Mm I suppose so.” You huffed playfully.

“Let me take care of you.” He whispered, his fingers lingering over your thighs.

“I’ll never say no to that..” You sighed contentedly, resting your head against him.

Lestat hummed softly in response as his fingers danced over and up your thighs before brushing over your clit. Your hips involuntarily shifted forwards to meet his fingertips, your lips parting as he gently circled the sensitive nerve. You buried your head into his neck, relaxing against him as he coaxed quiet moans from your lips. He peered down at you, his eyes practically glowing with desire.

“Is that better, little love?” He whispered, his tone making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Mm much better.” You spoke breathily, worked up over the simplest of touches.

He smiled at your words before trailing his fingers over your entrance, toying with your arousal before slipping two fingers in. You gasped at the sensation, toes curling as he immediately began to move. He chuckled at your reaction, his fingers finding your sweet spot with ease.

“So good for me..I could do anything and you’d just take it.” He hummed, filling your mind with images of him taking you in any way he wanted.

A knot began to form in your stomach, the mental image of him fucking you only fuelled your desire and tipped you towards to the edge.

“Fuck….yes.” You sighed. “I’m yours.”

“Mm I know.” He whispered with a smug tone.

He looked up, noticing Louis who was leaning against the doorway, watching the pair of you with a soft smirk. He was already hard just from the sight of you both, desperate to join you. He decided against it, not wanting to disturb you, and watched instead. His eyes fixated on the way your hand wrapped around Lestat’s wrist, keeping him in place as you got closer.

“I’m not going anywhere my love.” He cooed, sharing a content look with Louis.

You merely moaned in response, lost in the pleasure and his voice in your head. He trailed his thumb over your clit, brushing over the nerve as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot, his well practiced fingers knowing just what to do to push you over the edge. Your hips bucked forwards as you finally let go, waves of pleasure rippling through your body as he coaxed you through your orgasm. You let out a string of breathy moans, your eyebrows furrowing with pleasure before you started to come down.

“That’s it..” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Louis could hardly contain himself, the sight of you making him desperate and needy. He was palming himself, almost jealous of the pair of you with how worked up he had gotten.

You panted softly, opening your eyes to meet Lestat’s before noticing the figure in the doorway. Your cheeks flushed as you looked at Louis, feeling another wave of arousal as you noticed how hard he was.

“They were caught in the rain, I just had to take care of them mon cher.” Lestat teased.

“Mhm, you feeling better now?” Louis asked, his eyebrow raised as he eyed you over.

“Mm almost.” You bit your lip, subtly looking him up and down.

“Almost? You’re getting greedy.” Louis hummed. “You’re lucky I can’t say no to those faces.”

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