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[house-of-slayterr]

Bonjour mon chaton, comment vas tu mon cher ? Nous ne nous étions pas parlé depuis longtemps. 💖💖💖💖

Père, tu m'as tellement manqué! Je vais incroyable! I’ve just been incredibly busy between work and medical stuff. But I’m doing really well right now!

I’m actually just about to go on my first ever solo vacation to visit my partner! And I’m very excited! I leave Tuesday!

So I’m just working today to make a bit of extra cash and then I have all of Monday to get ready! I hope you’re doing well! I love you with all my heart papa! 🫀

Sending hugs!

[drolta]

iwtv + text post part 30

[lady-phasma]

I just really really really really really really really love your Lestat fics😍

Thank you so much nonnie!! That is so kind!

Frankly, I was a little nervous to share them at first because he's my OG blorbo and I've been writing for him (off and on) for 30 years or so and had never shared those fics. I hadn't written for him in a while, so I thought this month was the perfect time to write some new fic for public consumption! I am beyond flattered by all the feedback!

For anyone who is interested here's my IWTV masterlist and my main masterlist. This week I'll be posting a Dom!Lestat x fem!reader as well.

[toscrollperchancetomeme]

Can you explain a bit more how impressive Sam's singing abilities are..like I've heard some other pro singers give him immense praise for his vocal abilities

Oh dear… I'm not a vocal coach, plus I don't really feel like I have the professional vocabulary for that? Maybe I will give it a try later, when I can give the song another listen and have the mental capacity (I might be at work, don't tell my boss ^^°).

The thing is - when someone gives a bad performance, I can often make an educated guess on what is (probably) going wrong and give them one or two pointers on how to improve their technique (because it often boils down to very basic technique problems, lack of training and/or nerves). Pointing out what exactly somebody is doing well on the other hand... that comes much harder to me, which probably says more about me than I should. ^^° (Lestat and I could do the bitchiest Eurovision live reactions, I CAN be a menace and I was very much cringing with him when that tenor screwed up his performance. :D)

Anyway... someone with a background in Music Education would be a vastly better choice to do this - I'm really hoping that some youtubers will step up and deliver soon! I will try to get back to you though. :)

[tonberry-yoda]

Dio x shy male reader afraid to ask to sit in Dios lap?

Sit - DIO

notes - okay funny story. I've been reading Interview with the Vampire and DIO is literally just Lestat. They are my two gay vampire icons, so thank you for this request anon!! It's a super mini fic, but know that this made me smile and giggle because my blonde vampires are my everything. Also, I didn't specify gender, so you can read it however! word count - 211

"What is it?" You heard DIO's deep voice say from the other side of the room. "I can tell you want to ask me something."

You stiffened, blushing. "It's nothing." you said quietly.

DIO just laughed at you, his deep chuckle echoing in the small room. "Just tell me, I won't bite."

You knew that wasn't true. If anything, that's the first thing he would do.

"Really, DIO, it's nothing."

You looked into the darkness and saw his pale figure sit up on his bed, his long finger signaling for you to come closer.

Like your legs had a mind of their own, you started walking towards him until you got to the edge of the bed where he sat. He grabbed your chin and brought your face down to his level, smiling at you.

"Tell me." he said.

You looked down at his lap and blushed. God, it sounded stupid, you didn't even want to think about asking.

"y/n-" he started.

"Can I sit in your lap?" The words flew out of you, sounding even more stupid then you thought.

DIO laughed for a long while, but quickly stopped, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you down on his lap.

"You never have to ask." he cooed, kissing your ear.

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2023 @tonberry-yoda – do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated <3

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[pynkhues]

This might be a bit of speculation, but do you think that Lestat also found the 20th restrictive? I feel as though his relationship with Louis brought him into a social climate that he may have otherwise ignored or avoided. I wonder if it impacted his relationship with Claudia also.

Oooo, that's a really interesting question, anon. My inclination is yes, he would've? Especially given he's already run through a few chapters of history and been living apart from human society in a way that Louis doesn't really make the active choice to do until he decides to turn away from Morgan and Amelia at the Romanian shelter in 2.01.

Depending on how they decide to adapt this part of TVL though, Lestat does go to America to make a connection and live a human lifetime that he never got to as a mortal. That's what Marius wanted him to do, so I think there probably is - to an extent - a broad embrace of this society that Louis' a part of that goes with that. He's getting to share this new mortal lifetime with a man who he loves, and I think he probably figures that they'll live that and then move on from it and it'll be this thing that they both look back on with nostalgia at some point. In some ways, Lestat's arrived in 1910 New Orleans basically to play house, which I think fundamentally contributes to this disconnect between him and Louis, because Louis' not playing - this is still his life - and Lestat's all in, of course he's all in, but he's already left this equivalently formative part of his human reality behind him.

In that sense, I don't think Lestat is ever fully aware of the toll of the era on Louis or on Claudia, and while I think he probably feels some degree of restriction, he's also got far greater freedoms broadly by being white, wealthy, and able to pass as straight when he's with Antoinette. It's a very, very different type of freedom though from the one he had in Paris with Nicki, and the one he had while travelling with Gabrielle though, and I do think we see that he chafes with certain things. Like I think he does feel restricted that he and Louis can't be together publicly, for instance, because we see the catharsis of it for both of them when they kiss on the dance floor at the Mardi Gras Ball, and I actually think he struggles sometimes with them being so anchored to New Orleans, even though he's in love with that city. He tries to get them to travel a couple of times, after all, and Louis' refusal to do so as he's still so tethered there to his mortal life, I think probably did feel restrictive in its own way.

And yeah, with Claudia, I think the social climate there probably affected him a lot because it really compounds the othering within their family unit. Louis gets to be Daddy Lou, he and Claudia get to share a vampiric language in telepathy, but they also inherently share a human one too by both being Black. They experience the world differently still by nature of Claudia being a little girl and Louis being an adult man, and that results in very different levels of social power in the 1910s-through-1940 (hell, still does today), but they have more crossover than they don't.

If Louis' the father, if he's Daddy Lou, Lestat can't publicly be anything other than Uncle Les. Gay marriage was illegal, gosh, interracial marriage was illegal, and transracial adoption was extremely controversial, so in this sense, I think the social climate that they're in absolutely has a huge impact on that relationship. It's particularly interesting - and potentially even more poignant - when you consider again the fact that Lestat's technically the birthing parent given he turned her. Those social restrictions of the era means that only one of them was ever going to be able to live openly as her parent, and that was never going to be Lestat.

[hekateinhell]

Would you ever write more about trans!Armand and his three boyfs having fun? 🥺 Yes I might be a bit hinting on something but... you know... you write it so well... 🥺

I would! I just don't know when, things shift around on my fic writing to-do list so much 😭

but I feel bad because I did say I was gonna write it months ago and then I DIDN'T so here's a snippet from what I have languishing in the google gocs that's set in the same AU! mostly armand ruminating on his changing body and the challenges it brings in the bedroom (nsfw) this is supposed to be leading to the gangbang eventually:

He shuts the bedroom door gently and deposits the little white bag on the bed. Armand still hasn't fully settled into the new place – it's home, but it's fragile, tentative – he needs to be careful. 

He starts from the bottom up. Stripping socks, pants, underwear. There's always been a peculiar distinction to him between outside clothes and inside clothes. Everything has to change, even the underwear. Next is the sweater, then the undershirt. 

Finally comes the binder. 

Black and sturdy, it binds all the way down to his belly button, compressing his chest entirely. 

He's lucky, he supposes. Armand's chest – like most of him – had always been on the smaller end of the spectrum. Each side is large enough that Lestat's palms can cover them completely and not much more. 

Still, he craves the illusion of total flatness that a binder provides, and as much as it's nice to shed it and allow his body to relax fully, it always hits him with an initial sense of loss. 

Armand hasn't quite figured out which size and brand works best, and a quality binder is a rather expensive purchase. This one, one of two he has, is a bit too tight and always leaves his chest and sides sore from where it has been pressing down into his tender skin. If anyone else were home, Armand might curl up and ask for a quick massage that would inevitably lead to kissing and fooling around. Later, perhaps. 

Besides, it's good that he has the place to himself, a rare moment of privacy that's hard to come by when four men share a one-bedroom apartment. 

He rubs at his chest absentmindedly for a moment before turning to the dresser. Slips on a fresh pair of briefs and then wonders why he did it – they're about to come off again in a minute. Skips the neatly folded t-shirts in his drawer in favor of the ratty gray sweatshirt stuffed into Daniel's drawer. 

The length hits Armand precisely above his knees, the fabric slipping off to expose his shoulder. He loves wearing their things: Daniel's sweatshirts, Lestat's band tees, Louis's collared shirts – he would wear their pants too if they didn't just fall off him entirely. 

Armand never asks, and nobody seems to mind. 

There's something extraordinarily soothing about disappearing into his lovers' clothes, the feel of each material holding a different association, drowning in their scents whenever he craves that particular comfort. 

Comfort that Armand could use. 

He takes a deep breath and drops onto the bed before reaching into the bag, pulling out the boxed set of dilators, holding it at arm's length, turning it over gingerly as if it has already personally offended him.  

Better to get this over with. 

Made quick work of the packing and did a cursory review of the instructions – nothing that the sweet salesperson hadn't already gone over with him while Armand had stood there, awkwardly shifting his weight from one side to the other, trying his hardest not to blush and failing spectacularly. 

Five purple cylinders, each with a different length and girth, starting small and gradually increasing in both measures. 

Armand's heartbeat picks up, and his throat feels achingly dry. 

It's not arousal; in fact, he's the opposite of turned on right now. His body knows this is going to be uncomfortable to start with, at best. Interesting how drastically his pain threshold drops when it wasn't tied directly to intimacy, to someone he loves inflicting it on him. And not in a bad way, no, it's just that he'd begged for sex before, even when it physically hurt — he'd delighted in the aches and the stings and in attributing each one to a particular lover. 

But this? Using these tools regularly on himself in the hope that he could retrain his front hole to regain its elasticity? 

It's been a while since anyone had managed to work more than two fingers inside before insisting he was 'too tight, there's no give'; Armand would 'get hurt.' 

Simply put, this was a source of intimacy Armand isn't yet willing to concede. He is stubborn, if nothing else. It's not enough to have his hole touched or for Lestat, Louis, or Daniel to rub against him and press their tip to his hole to ensure some cum made it in. 

[the-brat-prince-1760]

Lestat have you played baldur's gate 3

Lestat here.

Yes, I most certainly have! I have thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it, and it truly does take me back to the days where I'd watch/listen to mortals playing the hit game Dungeons and Dragons!

I really wish to play it again sometime, I do believe that some of you out there would be more than happy to take me under your wing.

Lestat out. xoxo

[yesimwriting]

Please please please write for itwv. I would cry of happiness?

You seem like a lestat girl... But also a armand.

"You seem like a lestat girl... But also a armand." you clocked me and my love of toxic men omg

here's a lestat drabble just for u anon <3

Summary: Darkness encroaching on what's considered holy is one of the world's few consistencies. Or alternatively, Lestat enjoys your stolen moments more than he'd ever admit.

Warnings: my first time writing for a character so be nice bc that's always a little scary 😭, slight religious allusions/metaphors, no pronouns used but there are potential vague implications that the reader was socialized as a girl/woman

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What's confined to the shadows holds little regard for the sacred. The absence of light leaves no space for the good, no sanctuary or safe place to keep darkness from swallowing the revered whole.

It's fitting, then, that Lestat cannot bring himself to let you go.

You shift, fingertips brushing against the inside of his wrist. There's a valiant effort on your end to keep the turn of your head subtle, but it's not enough to keep him from feeling the weight of your cautious stare.

He keeps his eyes on your ceiling. You're radiating a warmth he's not sure he'll ever grow accustomed to, the heat of you nowhere near as simple as blood and flesh alone. It's as if remnants of daylight cling to your skin, so alive and attached to you your touch should scald him.

"Did you miss me?" The question is a thing of greed rather than curiosity.

You're quiet for a moment, your mind warning you to not reveal too much. Your hand stalls against his forearm. "Of course I missed you."

Your thoughts focus on your own response. Wearing your heart on your sleeve is a facet of your being, a testament to your ever giving honesty. Regardless of vampiric gifts, your thoughts, your feelings are easy to notice, even when they're not simple.

Now, your head is latching onto a myriad of things. Ever the lamb blinded by the wolf's clothing, you were more than just happy when he appeared at your window, you were relieved. A part of you, however, was still worried in a way that came close to making you resentful. The contrasting feelings blend together now, enjoying his presence isn't enough to make you forget his absence. Humanity and its ability to turn an approximate two weeks of nothingness into something with meaning.

Lestat turns his arm over, his fingers finding yours. "You seem to have little interest in showing me."

An exaggerated sigh falls from your lips. You move further onto your side, attention now openly settling onto him. From you, divine prophecy takes the form of a barely there crease between your eyebrows and your lips pressing together to fight against a smile. There's a similar sort of revelation in the way you're looking at him now.

"That is not true." You're working at an irritation you don't feel in an attempt to mask your desire for this type of conflict. Your elbow presses into the mattress as you prop your head up. "The only thing I've done tonight is dote on you."

In your defense, you always give as much as you can. You're generous with your attention, listening to his every word as you hold onto him, gentle fingers attempting to work warmth into stone flesh. It's a companionship unlike anything else. What once was only a simple form of entertainment has morphed into a dichotomy that shouldn't exist. You ever the saint and him the night's creature tainting holy ground.

He drags his thumb against your knuckles. "Really? You're doting on me?" The corner of your mouth pulls itself upwards, the look bordering on a smile. "And if I were to tell you I want more. What then, ange?"

Your thoughts instruct you to hold his gaze as you squeeze his hand. "Then I think I'd have to warn you of the dangers of greed."

"I'm a selfish man." Lestat lifts your intertwined hands. You watch him curiously, blood dragging its way up your neck as he presses his lips to the back of your palm. "I don't need a warning."

You're so close now he can feel the flush of your skin. "You talk like it's too late for you."

The promise of eternity is enough to quell the effects of irony. It's human nature to cling to ideality, to believe that the world is something they can take at face value. Still, from you, the comment is enough to make him smile.

The comment is closer to a joke than a genuine analysis, but it's clear that you mean the sentiment. Your eyes are bright, forgiving in their kindness. Perhaps if you knew what he was, you'd no longer look at him like he's responsible for the stars hanging in the sky.

"Maybe it is."

Your expression briefly falters, but before any changes can take root, you're moving back. You remain on your side as you lie down, head resting against his side. "I doubt that."

He begins to trail his fingers against your shoulder. You'll fall asleep soon, and he'll leave the way he always does, shedding the only version of himself you'd ever welcome with open arms. "Of course you would."

"What?"

His palm settles against your back. "You're a good person, mon ange." The vagueness of the topic paired with the tinge of something harsh in his voice leaves your thoughts restless. Lestat should take care to not pull at threads, to not leave you with questions he cannot answer. "Almost irritatingly so."

You lift your head enough to rest your chin against his ribs. "Irritatingly so?" The words are repeated with an easiness that manages to surprise him, your easy mood returning. "You're impossible."

"And you missed me desperately."

You stare at him skeptically, eyebrows drawing together and head angling itself to one side. "I never said desperately."

He pulls your arm towards him, fingers digging into your hand with enough force to imply a warning. "Do not be mean."

"I'm not," you defend, tone conveying a honey sweet innocence that could convince anyone you're incapable of wrongdoing, "I'm only saying I never told you how much I missed you."

You don't realize your mistake until the sentence has already left you. Lestat grins. "And how much did you miss me?"

Ignoring the warmth making its way up your chest, you shake your head once before moving to lie on your back again. "Oh, infinitely so. I spent my evenings in utter agony.

The facetious response is not enough to distract from your thoughts. You missed him more than you'd ever be willing to admit. For now, he'll leave you your pride. After all, he'll have other nights to focus on drawing out our praises. "Fine, be sarcastic. We're all entitled to our secrets."

You extend an arm, moving to rest it against his side. He'll have to take extra care not to wake you when he eventually has to detangle your limbs from his. The thought of the inevitable digs at him in a way he can't make sense of. Beings of the shadows may constantly work at ebbing away light, but there's an inevitable end to all wear away. You were right to notice his greed.

"Yeah," you mumble, the syllable heavy with drowsiness. For a moment, you're so still and silent Lestat almost convinces himself you've fallen asleep. "Then what are yours?"

His hand smooths circles against your spine. "That I think about stealing you away."

Your mind seems to catch itself on his answer, thoughts dissecting his words with an awareness that defies the docility that takes over when you're half asleep. After a moment, you choose to see humor there, but that isn't enough for you to let it go. "Is it really stealing if I want to go?"

You don't know what you're asking for. You're from a world so separate from his own you cannot even fathom the true implication of your words. His lips part, but before he can respond your breathing evens and your mind empties, finally succumbing to sleep.

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a/n i really liked writing this so if you have any itwv requests pls feel free to send them to me!! just specify the character and as a general note i usually assume fem!reader but i'm happy to write gn!reader if it's specified in the ask :))

[nalyra-dreaming]

PSA

In light of season one of IWTV hitting Netflix soon, here’s just a few things I want to (re)state wrt the show itself and asks in general:

The Vampire Chronicles IWTV is built on has 13 books

The first two seasons are only the first book with some inclusions of later ones

There is a big shift in tone between IWTV and later books, as the rockstar teaser already makes clear

Season 3 will be built on the second book, called “The Vampire Lestat“

Lestat is and will be the main (anti) hero of the show. Louis is the main narrator for the first book, Lestat is for the upcoming four. That does not mean that Louis will disappear, but it does mean the focus will shift a bit

I have been a fan of the VC for decades. I love the movie and the show. I had not dared to hope for a show like this. If you ask me something I will answer with that background knowledge, which might contradict show-only-current knowledge since this show (and the books) only offers very flawed POVs and no absolute truths. Any hate bc of that will lead to a block (and yes blocking anon is possible).

The show gives a brilliant social commentary on a variety of issues, not the least patriarchy or racial discrimination, cycles of abuse and so on. However, it is important to differentiate the in-universe story level and that added social commentary level in discussion. And to differentiate the actors from the characters AND to realize you (we all) might not know all after season one. Don’t come to me if you cannot do that.

[house-of-slayterr]

Just some light reading… 🥺🥰🫀

@lestat-anon @gabrielle-de-lioncourt-anon

[the-brat-prince-1760]

Lestat here, you may have realised an unfortunate truth. Those two love sharing my faults. :(

Lestat out. xoxo

Mid to late canon Gabrielle loves Louis more than she loves Lestat I know this to be true

[lafamilledelioncourt]

I told myself when I finished Part 1 of ADOC, I was going to catch up on all my TBR reading....

And I have been reading, but, man... I consume as much A03 as I write.

I have found so many cute fics today. I'm just gonna whore them out now, and you should consider reading them because I subbed to them today. I've had such fun.

-Can’t Learn to Tell the Truth Until You Learn to Lie by Nightcrawler247. (Gremlin time travel AU, loumand/loustat, WIP)

-Fifth Avenue by ohofcourse (Unholy Family Human Modern story, Lesdaughter and Divorced Loustat, FUCKING CLAUDELINE, WIP)

-Fledgling by thepettymusingsofmeat (Post s2, Lestat thinks Danlou is canon, and Daniel is fucking hilarious with it. I cackled the whole time at poor Lestat, WIP)

-all the while not knowing by cherhorowitz8 (You Got Mail Loustat AU, Indie bookstore Lou and Mega Chain Lestat, secret anon pen pals who don't know they're each others worst enemies. HONESTLY, anything by this author is perfection. Sub to the authors page while you're at it. They're perfect.)

-i wanna be yours by roxyhoney. (Rockstar Les, Manager Armand, and Bodyguard Louis Human AU, Minor DM, WIP)

-At a Moment's Notice by Showmeyourfangs (Wilsonsbabe). (Pride and Prejudice Loustat AU, so -chef's kiss-, Period piece, human AU, WIP)

-Now I Really Know I Could Never Let You Go by NepoVamp (happycampermel) (Human AU Divorced Loustat with lil Claudia wanting to spend Christmas together, WIP)

this is just what I've consumed today, honestly, just go hang out in the IWTV tag on a03 for a good time. we have such amazing people in the fandom. read what you like, ignore what you don't, and be supportive <3

[brian-kinney-apologist]

I'm kind of confused and maybe it's because I'm a little slow or something? But I watched the episode and then I see people talking about how in love and yearning loustat are ( they're my faves) but where? Lestat, absolutely and his pleas to Armand show that yet again but what about Louis this episode screams madly in love and yearning for Lestat?

oh louis is absolutely down bad for lestat, trust me, in this essay I will......

1. louis (and armand lol) can't stop talking about lestat no matter the timeline, no matter what he (they) talks about it circle's back to lestat, louis is obsessed with him no matter what he tells himself

2. louis trashed lestat to young!daniel because he constantly walks through phases with lestat: louis regrets killing/leaving him, he gets depressed about it, remembers the good times, feels desperate to have lestat back, eventually gets mad at himself, lestat and the fact that they're no longer together, acts like lestat meant nothing to him, gets psychotic, does something drastic, cools down at some point, feels nothing, feels regret, the cycle continues

3. during the loumand coffin scene whan louis was in terrible pain, he once again was longing to get some comfort from lestat even if he wasn't sure it was real lestat and not armand fucking with him. he doesn't want armand to interact (even telepathically) with lestat, because he, louis, can't bare the idea that someone else can do that (reach lestat and actually talk to him) but not him, but also louis imo doesn't want them to interact because we just saw armand being vicious towards both louis and daniel and louis doesn't want lestat to go through the same in any shape or form. louis feels armand getting unstable again when lestat begs him to say to louis that he loves him and obviously louis doesn't hear that but he sees armand's face and so he feels the need to distract armand and reduces everything to the fact that lestat was just his maker and that's it. louis imo was trying to protect lestat in that scene

4. louis feels guilty for not saying I love you to lestat when they were together, we saw this theme continuing through the whole season (loumand and lesmand saying ily to each other, lestat constantly saying ily to louis) and thus I'm 100% sure louis will say ily to lestat later in the season while also crying screaming throwing up because of all the guilt he carries

so anon don't you worry, you just wait

[pynkhues]

https://x.com/Sima_loustat/status/1843759021205139933

this is funny and somehow so sad. despite his outgoing nature Lestat is so closed up in NOLA. he doesn't share his past even with the love of his life :'(

I mean, I actually wouldn't assume that Louis doesn't know what bruises he's pressing on in that argument? His fight with Armand in 2.05 shows that there's not a low he won't stoop to when it comes to a fight after all, including weaponising the trauma of someone he cares about, and honestly, it's one of the things that I love about Louis. If someone goes low, he'll go lower, haha.

It's an interesting thing to think about how much Lestat actually told Louis about his life in their NOLA chapter though. He obviously told him bits and pieces about Nicki, given the weight placed on the music box, and Louis was of course present for the reveal of Lestat wanting to be a priest and the hint of his father's abuse at the du Lac family dinner table (and honestly, I kind of get the vibe in 1.01 that Louis already knew a little bit about that when Lestat weaponises it against Paul). He clearly hadn't told him anything about Paris, given Louis and Claudia go in completely blind to the Coven, or about his turning prior to Claudia forcing his hand almost 30 years into their relationship. I strongly suspect he hasn't told him about turning Gabrielle, but has he told him about her at all? (Also one of the things I desperately want in s3 is a flashback to the moment Armand realises Lestat had never told Louis about her, haha).

I don't know! I kind of go back and forth on what I think Lestat wanted to paint of his past to Louis. Lestat in the books does typically avoid conversations about truama (and literally never deals with any of it lol), so I can see him alluding to things being bad and then handwaving them away, but they did have a chapter early in their relationship where they seemed to try to get to know each other. In that sense, learning to read on the boat to America can be something I can see Lestat sharing as this sort of romantic aside to his recent travels and growth (because he does love to romanticise everything, haha). I almost feel it might depend partially though on what Louis chose to vocally reveal about himself, and also what you think Louis' education level is?

I tend to think Louis' university educated, particularly given it seems his father passed not that long before the start of the series, meaning Louis was probably in his late 20s when it happened. There were historically black universities open by the late-1800s when Louis would've gone, and I kind of have a loose headcanon (and am writing it into fic, haha) that he probably went to what's now Dillard University (New Orleans University at the time) to stay close to home (and I headcanon Florence probably would've wanted him to, particularly if Paul had already been sent away at this time).

Nicki being (partially) university educated while Lestat was completely uneducated to the point of illiteracy was a bit of a loaded dynamic between the two of them, and I can see Lestat wanting to play it differently with Louis? I don't know though, haha, this has gone down a winding road of speculation that isn't really what you're ask was about at all so what do you (and others!) think? Do you think Louis knew what he was saying (even just partially) in that fight? And what do you think he knows about Lestat's past in general?

[hekateinhell]

DA here, went full Jeff Goldblum while reading your mermay fic: "you did it, you crazy son of a bitch, you did it". Had me on a chokehold from start to finish in the weirdest of ways and was VERY hot? 🤒 That was clearly Armand and Lestat in a parallel universe. Loved the textures, the colors, the smells, I could picture all of it in my head so vividly. Lestat pining mermaid!Armand down and having his way with him only to realize that had been Armand's goal all along, Armand looking dissatisfied after their penetration-less encounter, Armand's creepy yet enthralling smile during their meet cute... can we hear a little commotion for the fish fucking???? 🥳

ALSO, I distinctly remembered you comparing Armand to a siren in one of your previous A/L one shots, and it was such a gorgeously worded description that it just stuck with me so I went looking for it and: "No response, but then again, Lestat hadn't expected one. The water rippled softly, and something brushed against his skin. Armand rose between Lestat's legs like a siren breaking through the sea waves and settled against his chest, silent and waiting", from The Hand That Feeds (one of my absolute faves from you btw!), and this feels like such a full circle moment. You were meant to write this!!! 🥹

Aww DA, I'm so pleased you liked my little fish baby! Of course, I did it! It's been an intrusive thought ever since monstersinthecosmos yelled at me about The Lighthouse last August and I was just- 👀👀👀

I don't know why we don't have more monsterfucking fics in VC lmao vampires are the starting off point, there's lots of room to explore!

Lestat pining mermaid!Armand down and having his way with him only to realize that had been Armand's goal all along

I really tried hard to capture Lestat's temperament like he's very young, sensitive, volatile, and desperate for connection. He might have been pushed around by his family, but he also grew up the son of a lord in pre-revolutionary France and there were a lot ugly entitlements wrapped up in all that. Historical context still applies here, and the dubcon tag is for both of them in different places!

Adding to that, it's Lestat's first time experiencing this kind (or really, any kind) of intimacy with another being, and this being seemingly not communicating or responding to him whatsoever creates a lot of bad, insecure feelings he has no idea how to process — especially considering how ignored and neglected he was by his family! Not everyone's first experiences are sunshine and rainbows and I was thinking about that a lot. It's absolutely a PWP but I did end up putting a lot of meta into it, whoops! I had almost a year to think about it.

I distinctly remembered you comparing Armand to a siren in one of your previous A/L one shots, and it was such a gorgeously worded description that it just stuck with me so I went looking for it

That didn't even occur to me, which just goes to show Armand has been sea creature coded in my brain for quite a while now! (I'll refer to my Armand & The Water post lol). It's so strange thinking about it because The Hand That Feeds was one of my earliest fics, before I ever had any confidence to try writing smut and now here we are a full year later. 🫣

At least it's proof I can write a soft and sweet L/A!

BTW... I miss you being horny on main with me 🥹 So I'm going to be risqué and full of myself and ask you if you'd share which one of the fours orgasms in the mermaid fic was your fave? I'm curious if it'll match mine. 👀🐚