#*glances at claudia + louis' attempted murder of lestat*

[helianthus21]

he wasn’t wrong

[northprompt]

Loustat prompt

Warning for domestic abuse, mention of domestic violence and angst.

Four times they shared a coffin and one time they didn't.

One.

On the second night of Louis becoming a vampire he didn't bother to protest about sleeping in a coffin with Lestat, truthfully it hadn't been as uncomfortable, or as horrifying, as he had feared.

After they both changed into pjs, Louis' provided by Lestat, since he was avoiding going home for awhile. They climbed into Lestat's coffin together, Lestat automatically slinging an arm around Louis.

Louis lay there quietly, replaying the murder of the day, his second victim.

"Do not worry Louis, these feelings will pass soon, and trouble you no more." Lestat reassured him, stroking a hand over Louis' chest soothingly.

Louis nodded uncertainly, he somehow doubted his feelings of guilt and despair would pass. But he wanted to please Lestat, he didn't like it when they disagreed, so he he nodded.

 Two.

 The first time Louis drank blood from a drunk human, he staggered home and up he stairs giggling as he went, he fell over more than once on the way. Lestat was already home, having left Louis to his work at the Azaelea earlier.

Lestat opened his coffin lid when he heard Louis stumble into the room, he watched Louis fumble taking his clothes off for a moment before he spoke.

"Louis are you drunk?" Lestat asked amused, he smirked when Louis clumsily tripped out of his trousers.

Louis turned to glare at Lestat, "Why didn't you warn me this could happen?"

Lestat smiled, "It slipped my mind Louis, I have been too busy trying to get you to drink anyone to worry about your choice in victim."

Louis was too intoxicated to think of a good retort so he threw his waistcoat in Lestat's general direction, it missed by quite a distance, and the blonde vampire watched Louis with bemusement as the man walked over to the coffin and suddenly dropped into it. He landed on top of Lestat's body with an umph. Lestat grunted at the impact.

Louis lay back and began tugging at a strand of Lestat's hair, twirling it around his finger, while the other man begrudgingly rolled onto his side so Louis' weight was no longer crushing him.

The younger vampire fell asleep quickly and began snoring, a habit he usually did not do, Lestat regarded his beautiful face for a minute before leaning up and pulling the coffin lid close. He glanced at Louis' empty coffin before laying down and coiling himself around the other man.

 Three.

 Not long after Claudia joined their family, Lestat hopped into Louis' coffin as soon as he heard her gentle snores. Louis eagerly opened his arms to enclose Lestat, sharing a deep kiss.

Louis pulled away first, "I didn't mean what I said that day, you know that right?"

Lestat cradled Louis face, he knew the day Louis was referring to, the day they fought and Louis rescued Claudia.

"I know Louis, we get passionate when we fight, because we are in love." Lestat replied sincerely.

Louis glanced away at that, avoiding saying he loved Lestat was difficult but necessary, he may love him but he did not trust him.

Instead Louis said, "You won't be alone, we're your family."

Lestat blinked rapidly, emotion clouding his voice, "We will always have each other."

 Four.

 In the years that Claudia was gone, Louis and Lestat barely touched, and could not hold a conversation with one another for more than a few minutes before an argument erupted.

During the night Lestat would leave Louis to mourn in their home, and go join Antionette for an evening of partying and fucking.

Louis had a particularly difficult last few days, he didn't eat, he couldn't even read, he hadn't spoken to anyone, including Lestat during that time. He went to the coffin room early, Lestat still wasn't home, he pulled his pjs over his skinny body and lay in the dark of his coffin.

He heard Lestat enter about an hour later, he didn't attempt to speak to Louis at first, instead he changed and then threw open the lid to to Louis' coffin without warning.

"Have you done anything today but mope around?" Lestat asked him sneering down.

Louis blinked up at Lestat, feeling enraged and exhausted at the same time.

"Have you done anything but cheat on me with Antionette?" Louis snapped back, then rolled onto his side so he didn't have to look at the blonde.

He felt as though he may cry and didn't want to show weakness to Lestat, when arguing with the man it was best to be cold and unemotional he had learned, the arguments usually ended faster that way.

Lestat had no issue becoming emotional during a disagreement, "At least she pays attention to me, unlike you. She isn't dour, scornful and hateful towards me whenever I so much as enter the room."

"Then go live with her," Louis replied tiredly. "I was just trying to sleep here, I didn't say anything to you. You began this fight."

Lestat glared down at his partner, then he scoffed and said, "One day I won't come home Louis. And you can just lie here by your miserable self and pine for Claudia, who doesn't give two shits about you."

Lestat slammed the lid down violently, making Louis flinch, then went and climbed into his own coffin.

Louis lay there for perhaps another hour, he coughed a few times to muffle the sound of him crying. Lestat always knew where best to strike out.

Realizing he would not sleep that morning, he climbed out of his coffin as quietly as possible, and crept downstairs. Louis sat in front of the fire place, avoiding the sun streaming in out of habit rather than any real concern. He sat there for hours, managing to calm his emotions down after awhile, he didn't want to return to the coffin room and argue with Lestat when the sun went down.

A voice startled him from his stupor of looking into the empty fireplace.

"Are you coming back to coffin Louis?" Lestat asked hesitantly from the doorway.

Louis glanced over at him, he didn't know how long he had been standing there.

Louis looked away and swallowed a lump in his throat, "Yes." He said softly.

He rose and followed Lestat back upstairs, Lestat closed them into the room and watched as the other man climbed into his coffin. Before Louis could close to coffin lid, Lestat caught it and wordlessly climbed in beside him.

Louis automatically rolled onto to his side to make room for him. Lestat draped an arm over Louis and closed his eyes.

"Don't leave me," Louis whispered.

Lestat snapped his eyes open and gave Louis a gentle look, "I will never leave you, Louis, my Louis." He began peppering kisses all over Louis' face. "I love you. I hate it when you cry Louis, it hurts me more than anything else could."

Louis basked in the attention, he had missed the Frenchman, even if he would never admit it.

"Goodnight Louis." Lestat whispered.

 The time they didn't.

 On the first night Lestat returned home after their three year separation, there was only one coffin available. Lestat didn't mind in fact he was rather pleased, Louis however was less so. Despite having had sex with Lestat earlier he now felt engulfed by his proximity. Not able to help but recall the way Lestat had beaten, clawed and thrown him around the last time they were in this room together.

Lestat had caught the flinch Louis gave when he first climbed into the coffin that morning, he was too ashamed to address it, he wasn't surprised Louis was skittish of him now.

They lay side by side not touching, Louis feigned sleep, while Lestat tried to make himself smaller so not to take up too much space.

Louis couldn't take it anymore, memories of Lestat tackling him through the wall of the bedroom and dragging him into the courtyard plagued his mind. He gave up trying to sleep and without speaking to Lestat, climbed out of the coffin and gently closed the lid behind himself.

He wandered into the bedroom and lay down on the bed, he looked at the broken armoire in the corner of the room and remembered Lestat breaking it with Louis' body.

Lestat followed after Louis after he realized he wasn't returning to the coffin. He knelt on the floor next to the bed by Louis, and ran a hand through Louis' hair.

"Never again Louis." Lestat told him in French. "I won't ever lay a hand on you again."

Louis nodded and allowed Lestat to keep stroking his hair, he wasn't ready to face the enclosed space, but this gentle touch wasn't so bad.

'Are you sure about this Louis?' Claudia's voice rang out his mind.

'It will work this time." Louis sent back. At least he hoped it would.

[darling-i-read-it]

Storybook

Story book

Louis De Pointe Du Lac x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of sex, murder and blood

Author’s Note: This was written. Many moons ago. But I don't have the heart to change it that much because I really liked it when I wrote it. (for those that don't know, I posted this and deleted it when I found out about Anne Rice sueing fanfiction writers)

Requested; by anon, Hello! I'm back for more long-haired Brad. I was wondering if you could perhaps take a request for Louis from Interview with the Vampire? Where she is Claudia's caretaker, hired by Louis in hopes that reader would retain Claudia's humanity. And he slowly falls in love with her despite not wanting to corrupt her. Can be before or after Lestat is out of the picture. If you don't do Interview with the Vampire, that's completely fine. Thank you again!!

Summary: the request!

Genre: flufff

(not my gif)

Louis looked you up and down carefully while Lestat held his glass of blood, also staring at you. You had only been here a few days but Lestat was amazed to see you still alive.

“I would have thought Claudia would have killed her by now,” he said, swirling his glass. Louis leaned against the wall and watched you play with Claudia, the dolls sprawled across the floor and the dresses ripped to pieces as you both attempted to make morph ones.

You had been hired by Louis to try and keep Claudia somewhat human. She was still a little girl and he gave her love and lots of it but she needed a woman who could teach her what he and Lestat could not. Lestat simply taught her murder and piano after all, although she was very good at both of those perfessions. Louis feared that he would fail and his darling daughter would turn into something worse than his friend whose taste wasn't’ something Louis agreed with all around.

You looked up and saw the two of them standing there and they both gave you smiles, Lestats strained and annoyed while Louis’s was kind and calming. You sat up out of the mess of dolls and fabrics and turned to Claudia.

“I’ll be just a moment darling,” you whispered and she nodded, turning to catch sight of her fathers. She smiled at them and then went back to her dolls as you stood up, walking over to them. “Can I help you boys?” They shook their heads.

“No, just checking in on her,” Lestat said with a mischievous smile. You gave him a glance but your gaze was focused intently on Louis' face who was also watching you. Lestat felt like a rude third party (which never happened, every girl in the city had crawled over Lestat at some point or another) but he refused to leave.

“How are you finding your room?” Louis asked. He had given you a place in their large estate which Lestat had some reservations over because he believed you would be gone by the end of the week if not sooner. You smiled brighter and Louis noticed the very human aspect of that smile, the glee in a sudden rush of your beating heart.

“It’s wonderful! Thank you both so much. I very much appreciate it,” you told them respectfully. Lestat rolled his eyes.

“Thank Louis, he is the one who insisted.” The blonde walked over to Claudia, annoyed with how much you were hanging off of Louis and not him. He was even more annoyed that Louis hadn’t quite caught on to that yet.

“Well then thank you Louis.” He nodded, a soft smile on his face that had been brought about with your happiness.

“Of course. I’m glad you like it.”

Louis had been a vampire for many years by the time he met you. He had seen women come and go from the doorstep, watched Lestat tear through one after the other, see the dead bodies Claudia left on the doorstep. But he had never felt such an attachment to a mortal being since his human days. A time he missed, a time you brought to him again.

But he forced himself to curb his feelings so matter the pain it caused him. It had been a long time since he felt romantic love for any woman so they were rare feelings but he couldn’t corrupt you.

Because he knew who he was and he knew who you were.

Different.

Too different for him to have the ability to love you like he wanted to as his feelings grew.

Lestat hated this new development. He had watched Louis crave human connection for many many years now and he was so tired of it. He was content with what he had and then he saw that Louis was in love with you and figured, if anything, Louis would simply turn you and that would be that, there would be another member of their family. What he hadn’t expected was the torture Louis put himself through trying to ignore his ever evident feelings. That he couldn’t bear to stand.

So he approached his life companion one night after you had left with Claudia to see some new toy stores that had arrived in town.

“You are aware that she is in love with you as well,” Lestat announced. Louis sat in one of the large fancy chairs (that were lightly stained in blood) and gave Lestat a long look.

“You know I can’t love her back, I’d kill her,” he said. The blonde walked over to Louis and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Then kill her and bring her back, I don’t care but if you look melancholy like this for one more day whos to say she doesn’t-” he paused, trailing his finger down his own cheek and to the side of his neck, “-succumb to my charms?” Louis stood up straight.

“You won’t put a finger on her.”

“Oh and you will?”

There was a knock on the door and you and Claudia walked in slowly, seeing if you were interrupting anything.

“Is this a bad time?” you asked and Louis shook his head quickly.

“What is it?” he asked softly. Claudia walked up to the both of them, showing them the doll she had gotten. A bit had been stitched with her name in red lettering onto the black dress.

“Look, Y/N is such a good searcher for dolls,” she said with a small giddy laugh. Louis nodded and touched the hair of the doll lightly.

“It was just a place I went as a girl.”

Lestat put his hand on the small of Claudia's back.

“Come mon cheri, you have to practice the piano piece before we go to the house down the street tonight,” Lestat declared. “Can you keep Louis company? He’s terrible at piano.” You laughed a little as Lestat and Claudia left the room, leaving you and Louis alone.

“I’m not that bad actually.”

“Probably better than me, no worries monsieur,” you told him smiling. You walked over to where he was and picked up one of the books on his table, looking it over once to avoid awkwardness. Your hand brushed the rough cover and he walked over, standing behind you.

“Lestat got that many years ago, from a dealer coming in from the new world,” he told you. You raised an eyebrow and looked over at his handsome face, smiling a bit.

“The cover is gorgeous.”

“The contents are quite gorgeous as well,” he told you but he was staring into your eyes as he said it which made you wonder if he was really talking about the book or not.

“Read me some?” you asked and he smiled, nodding. You handed him the book and your fingers brushed his cold skin that sent shivers down your spine. He gestured for you to sit down on the couch and you did so, allowing him to sit beside you. You brought your feet up on the fabric and leaned against the back as he began to speak.

His voice was like music as it rose and fell with the beginning of a story that should have been long dead. You smiled to yourself as he spoke and eventually your head was on his shoulder, intently listening.

His voice trailed off after a moment and you looked up at him, curious as to why he stopped. He looked back at you and you could tell there was a battle behind his eyes for something.

And then he raised his hand to your cheek, gently, watching your reaction which was very positive.

Then he kissed you and you kissed him and it was like a story book. Louis' lips trailed down your neck. He couldn’t help himself. He had to do this. For selfish reasons. He couldn’t bring himself to hold back as his lips sunk into your neck. You gasped but did not push away.

It seemed you understood more than you cared to admit to him.