#because no matter what they would like she is a de lioncourt

[kingworm]

there is a duality that claudia was a forty year old woman, who essentially joined a cult - louis warned her, but what else are you to do? she is not a child, though trapped in the body of one, that is to say that although it would come from a place of pride and claudia being an extension of himself as her maker: lestat would have never allowed her to be so ridiculed and humiliated

[fayevalcntine]

I haven't read the Prince Lestat books and to be honest I don't know if I ever will, but I feel like even book!Lestat's ending shouldn't have just been him 'returning to his former home in France to act out some would-be vampire hierarchy'. Not even because I consider him to be some sort of exquisite exception or special vampire in the way that Anne probably did, but because the notion of him returning to his old family home makes little sense to me at all, based off of what it represented to him. Namely his terrible upbringing on account of his family's neglect and abuse, that in spite of (but also because of) he returned to take care of his old father (while also verbally berating him when he could). He also can't straighten out his own life even when it literally depended on that, so I can't take the monarchy angle seriously at all.

[vampirenicotine]

analyzing the lyrics for “long face” feat. lestat de lioncourt and realizing it’s a louis diss track (with love) is making me more unhinged by the second.

so we open with the gorgeous oooh oooh wah ahhh hypnotizing portion of this song that will stay in your head and where samuel thyne reid is also showing off his *cough* vocal talent.

next….

“why the long face? my pretty baby” — cause you know louis is a sad girlie but also so fucking beautiful and irresistible to lestat when they met he couldn’t possibly understand what louis would be sad about but also… he’s ready to comfort him ALWAYS.

“i got long fangs come appraise me” —lestat is talking about how he’s a vampire so come asess my value and also … fangs could be a metaphor for his pink pony so!

“bring your long stakes that doesn’t phase me” — lestat is saying you can talk shit about me louis and drive a stake through my heart but i still love you teehe.

“i’m an actor in my make up” — he’s saying i can play games too, louis.

“i’ll get fatter when we break up” —so he’s acknowledging the confidence issues he had over the 77 year break up and the break ups before which…. i don’t have the words to speak on otherwise i’ll die.

“why does it matter who i take up?” —he’s saying why does it matter who i sleep with in regardless to antoinette and it’s like love you king… but you’re crazy.

NEXT!

“another face, another year, another place, another tear, pick up the pace, rack up the fears, now we’re having fun.” — this is a little love letter to his cult (us) telling us to get amplified bitch it’s only the beginning

the instrumental break/oohing and ahhing just so immaculate tough cookie alex & larry really did that!

“i’m piano and you’re forte.” — so this lyric right here is what drove me feral because it has so many possible meanings and a few naughty innuendos. what im going to land on however is the fact that lestat is saying im piano because he can be used in whatever way louis wants to use him and he’s saying louis you’re forte (which means my strength) so he’s like idc what you say about me because you hold me together 🥹

“you’re allegro, i’m andante.” —THIS RIGHT HERE HAD ME ON MY KNEES. this is exposing their sex life in the best way because lestat is saying oh i’m your black tar heroin? ok noted and lemme match that because you’re allegro (which means energetic, fast, super active, loud) so basically he says i know you’re addicted to me because i was there. you’re wild in bed and you’re a screamer. he then says he’s andante (slow) because he likes to take his time and worship louis and really make love to him. BYE.

“we’re boléro, prostitué.” —and then he’s like just because i said we go slow sometimes first and foremost we’re freaks. we’re nasty and we’re unspeakable and well… thank you so much for those visuals queen de lioncourt.

“another taste, another year, another place, another tear, another chase, another sneer, without a trace, you disappear, pick up the pace, pack up the gear, gimme some face, a souvenir, here come the gays, here comes the fear, now we’re having fun.” — these bars are what’s going to give miss lioncourt her first grammy nominations because she is summarizing her relationship with louis and hopes for the future.

he’s also telling louis he’s giving him exactly what he wants. he’s chasing him. he knows louis is gonna sneer at him and be annoyed but come anyway. he’s saying you ghosted me after our reunion but im going on tour and you WILL be my rockstar girlfriend. you’ll kiss me (or the pink pony) before my shows as good luck. he’s saying we’re gonna be gay and proud, we’ll take over the world, cause the vampire apocalypse, scare bitches, and have fun. we own the night.

and finally for the song to end with lestat losing himself and moaning into the mic (coming, smirks) as he thinks about his chaotic plan to get louis back well… it’s just music to my ears. and i will listen to it again. and again. and again. and again.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ rating for you lestat

signed,

your loving groupie.

[ghouldump]

Fangirl | Lestat De Lioncourt x Reader

ෆ meeting the vampire rockstar goes surprisingly well

here is something short, while waiting on the other posts coming soon :) if this post isn't up around 7/26 its because i hated the fic so much, i went ahead and deleted it

“How does my hair look?” You kept looking into your phone camera, touching your makeup.

“It looks good, what about my outfit?” Cara, your friend, asked.

“You both look fine, I wish you would come on,” her brother, Caleb groaned.

“Seriously, all of this over some guy who claims he’s a vampire,” her boyfriend, Jason, grumbled, out of jealousy.

“You never know, he might be legit, you know there was a book that came out recently-

“Don’t start with your vampire conspiracies, Y/n,” Jason said, rudely, while Caleb snickered.

“Ignore him, even if he’s pretending, he’s sexy, so it doesn’t matter,” Cara laughed, taking your hand as you both entered the stadium.

Sighing, you tried to focus on the concert, and not let Jason’s words get to you. You could be a little sensitive and his words hit a nerve. Cara was the one who introduced Lestat’s music to you, professing he was her celebrity crush. Since then, you couldn’t deny the overwhelming interest you held for him and his outlandish claim that he was a vampire.

When she brought up the concert, you immediately began saving money, not only for the best seats but for a backstage pass. You were ecstatic, and you couldn’t let someone like Jason of all people ruin your night before it started.

Suddenly, the lights began to dim, the crowd began cheering, he was coming. As the music started, he appeared, and everyone screamed wildly. You could hardly move, frozen, mesmerized by his presence. The hair, face, body, skin, he seemed like the embodiment of perfection. Just as his eyes landed on you, you felt like you could melt, your face burning in excitement.

“I think he just looked at me,” Cara told you.

Not saying a word, you kept your eyes on him, watching as he slightly smirked, grabbing the microphone.

“He kept looking at me,” Cara said as you both made your way backstage. Neither Caleb nor Jason were willing to pay the extra money, leaving to wait in the car for the two of you.

"I think he looked at me too," you said, as she frowned, before scoffing.

“I would’ve noticed, he was basically singing to me,” she cheered, as you both approached the line.

Everyone stood, waiting for their autograph or picture, giving Lestat all of their praises, until it was finally your turn.

“Oh my god, could you sign this?” Cara asked as you made eye contact with Lestat. His gaze was intense, making you look at the floor.

Quickly signing Cara’s album, he hadn’t acknowledged her once, already reaching for your hand.

“Hi, I didn’t bring anything, you can sign my arm,” you laughed, as he quickly wrote his signature.

“Thank you, are you actually a vampire?” You asked. Cara stood awkwardly next to you, waiting for you.

“Y/n, why would you ask him-

“I have no reason to lie, Y/n, would you like proof?” He asked, his eyes examining your outfit in approval.

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Why don’t you wait for me?” He pointed towards his dressing room.

“You can’t stay, Caleb and Jason are waiting for us,” Cara told you.

“I will make sure you are home before sunrise, is that alright, ma chèrie?” He asked you, tilting his head.

Nodding, you began to walk into the room, jumping as Cara stumped her feet.

“It’s not fair, I knew your music first,” she told him.

“And I appreciate your support, but I’m afraid you are holding up the line,” he told her, chuckling as she stormed off.

Sitting near the vanity, you received all kinds of messages from Cara. You were tempted to leave, hurt by all the mean things she said, because you chose to stay. You didn’t understand why she was so angry, she had a boyfriend, and you expressed your interest in Lestat as well.

“She’s been jealous of you all along, why do you think she allows her boyfriend to talk to you so rudely?” Lestat asked, rhetorically, taking off the shirt, as soon as he stepped into the room.

“She’s just…a really big fan of yours,” you cleared your throat as he approached.

“Are you a fan?” He asked, leaning on the table in front of you.

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Then how she feels is truly irrelevant,” he chuckled.

“We will be leaving shortly,” he continued, changing into a button-down shirt.

Walking to the opulent convertible, you kept your head down. Fans and Paparazzi all called out his name, yet still, they kept a clear path for him, almost afraid of what would happen, blocking his way. He kept a slight smirk on his face, giving them only enough of his attention that would leave them begging for more.

Getting into the car, he blew them a singular kiss before speeding off. As reckless as he seemed, he was a great driver, and patient, listening to the classical music that played lowly on the radio. Finally, he parked in front of a large house.

“T-this is your home?”

“No, just temporarily, my house is in New Orleans,” he said, nonchalantly, getting out of the car, as you hurriedly followed behind him.

Entering the large house, your eyes wandered up the walls, to the ceiling, admiring the details. Looking back down, you realize that Lestat wasn't walking anymore, staring at you.

“What?” you asked, nervously.

“You've been around that wretched excuse of a friend for too long, you have no reason to be timid, you are a piece of art,” he complimented.

The trait reminded him too much of a certain someone, accepting poor treatment, and constantly being undermined and disrespected. You deserved better, much like his Louis did, and for that he liked you a bit more, perhaps you could be around much longer than he originally planned.

“Thank you,” you said, gulping as he circled around you.

Unconsciously, you backed up, moving away from him, until you bumped into the sofa. As you nearly fell backward, he caught you. Reaching for your jaw, he lifted your head, your eyes meeting his, and instantly, he began his hypnotic voice.

“You don’t have to be shy around me, nervous, anxious, you’re allowed to be as carefree as your mortal heart desires,” he said, his thumb brushing against your lips.

“Okay,” you nodded, before snapping out of the trance.

“Come, ma chèrie, the night is still young,” he told you, holding out his hand. Biting back your smile, you accepted his hand, giggling as he swiftly picked you up, carrying you to the master bedroom.

“Why didn’t you stick with opera?” You asked Lestat, you both lay in his bed, conversing for the last two hours.

“I’m a man of many talents,” he smirked.

“Like pretending to be a vampire,” you stood on your knees, before he pulled you into his lap. Baring his teeth, you gasped for a moment, realizing the fangs were real.

“As stated before, I have no reason to lie, I have been a vampire for over two centuries”

“You’re legit,” you smiled excitedly, as you reached for his teeth, poking the fang.

“You’re more excited than I imagined”

“I hoped you were, that it wasn’t a costume,” you confessed to him.

“To fulfill your fantasies? I see what you think of happening, of doing. For your desires to be made manifest, show me what you want, what your heart calls out to me for,” he told you, kissing your wrist, as you climbed out of the bed.

Undoing your top, as soon as it fell to the floor, Lestat was in front of you. His glass-like nails trailed across your stomach, as he circled you. Pulling you into his embrace, he took in your scent. Goosebumps covered your arms, as you stood pressed against his cold chest.

His hands brushed against your neck, before moving to your breast, cupping them. Closing your eyes, you moaned, as his fangs sank into your neck. The sensation of your blood draining, mixed with the massaging from his hands, the exchange felt better than sex.

Pulling away, you stared into his eyes, your blood all over his mouth. Grabbing your head, he hungrily kissed your lips, picking you up, and carrying you to bed. Stripping the remainder of your clothes, Lestat kissed you as if he'd never been kissed.

“Am I going to die?” you asked, catching his attention.

“All mortals die,” he reminded you, before he went back to kissing your neck, smirking as you moaned.

“Will you turn me?” you asked.

“Not tonight, ma chérie,” he laughed, pulling the blanket over the two of your bodies.

Lestat’s ego was stroked, hearing how much you were turned on by your blood being drunk. So much that he was willing to give you the real thing to compare it to since you thought it was so much better than sex. He wouldn't kill you, not like he had done the others. Your essence was too familiar, and he could already see himself growing attached in the future. He liked you and intended to see you again.

“I hope you sleep well,” you told him, as you went to get out of the car.

“I will and I plan to see you soon, ma chérie,” he told you, watching as you got out of the car, tiredly walking to your front door. The amount of times and positions you had previously experienced didn't even seem humanly possible, leaving you feeling like an entirely new person.

Just as you shut the front door, your phone began ringing. Seeing Cara’s contact, you felt visibly agitated, rolling your eyes before accepting her call.

“Why weren't you answering the phone?” she asked immediately.

“I left it in his car, on accident”

“So, how did it go?” she asked. Thinking of Lestat’s words, you knew better than to share details, when she didn't even want you to go in the first place.

“I don't kiss and tell”

[wouriqueen]

2x06 thoughts - part 3 - Armand & co

He needed a whole section for himself because he's a freak

Masterclass of playing of the victim

"I can't do anything about the coven." "I'm protecting myself from Daniel Molloy." He's so funny and evil. The audacity the manipulation the lies. It's to the point where I might have to subscribe to the idea that he's got to believe some of what he's saying. Otherwise it's too big.

Armand and Claudia

"Thank you for never treating me like a child" + Claudia apologizing to Armand... Despite her fear of being put aside by Louis for Armand, and her resentment at Louis endangering her for the sake of his relationship with Armand, Claudia has always made sure to show respect for Armand and his position. She did her job. She spoke up respectfully. Stuff she didn't even owe him considering he strangled her and threatened to kill her over literally nothing. She went to him to get approval for turning Madeleine. When they meet again with Madeleine and Louis, she apologizes to him for the conflict he went through with the coven, even though that was mainly about Louis, and even though it started way before she even had any idea of turning anyone or going anywhere.

And right after that apology he lets her get kidnapped and killed. Just like her apology to Lestat was met with ugly mockery and eventually assault :(

"She's worth having" not the objectification.

"You'll come together again" (about Louis and Claudia) I know he believed that and I know that's why he let her die. Because he didn't want that. I know it.

"It's forbidden, Claudia doesn't want his (Lestat's) blood" Says the guy who called her Claudia de Lioncourt!!! And he's so disrespectful, saying that to Louis' face even though Louis was there when he called her that (and I liked that he defended her). Now you respect her wishes to not be associated with Lestat?

There's so many more hypocritical moments in general but I might just list them in another post.

Armand and Louis

Louis sick and tired of "Yes, Maître" My absolute favorite scene is at the park when Louis asks Armand to witness Madeleine turning, Armand tries to turn it into a "Maître" situation, and Louis immediately shuts down. He does kind of play into it with a nonchalant order but he also makes it clear he dislikes it. He just wanted to ask his boyfriend for a favor... He's already tired of having to play that game every time he asks for something that matters to him and they haven't even left Paris! Armand apologizes, but does he truly understand?

Not to mention, given the nasty looks Louis was throwing Madeleine before the bite, I'm sure he felt lonely. Having Armand by his side would have eased the feeling of loss (as Claudia said, "to get something you must lose something" but what he was getting didn't show up).

Armand moving in. I know Claudia herself wasn't really living at the apartment anymore but the way Armand moved in as soon as she left town aghdjshuis

Daniel spelling it out. Too bad that it had to be done that way for people to get it, but I'm glad Daniel pointed out how Armand's submission to Louis was only when it was convenient to him. It was always obvious. Hopefully the bad discourse around it dies down!

Armand, Louis and Daniel

Vampire apologies and dubious alliances. Armand apologizes to Daniel for the memory edit. He has to be prompted to apologize about the attempted murder. He does not apologize for the torture. Daniel is holding onto the shared outrage and the connection he found with Louis earlier, and at first they're kind of a team, but in the end it's not quite going as planned.

Poor Daniel is about to find out what it really feels like to sit on the outskirts of Louis' relationships. He better re-read those diaries for reference...

Vampire hackers and the Talamasca. WHAT is going on with that though? Armand asking about the suddenly encrypted laptop means he regularly snoops around in there, no? And why is he asking Rashid about Daniel's outing as if he can't read both their minds. He knows for sure. But why not just come out with it?

Anyway those were my thoughts, I loved the episode.

2x06 thoughts - part 1 - Madeleine & co

2x06 thoughts - part 2 - Claudia & Louis

[nalyra-dreaming]

COMMENTS on 2x06 - SPOILERS ahead!!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . *FIRST OFF:OH FUCKING SHIT

Not sure I breathed . . . . . . .

Rashid and Daniel, eating sushi. Weird, but not-conclusive. Love Daniel noticed the lacking postage, because yes. And Rashid... behaves weirdly.

“Raglan” coming when called. HOW did Daniel call him in? And while the observation re Louis is valid… that comment re the “body switching”?? Almost… clumsy.. this show is not clumsy. Massive red flag, imho. Also, the Talamasca wanting to ask questions??? That’s … hmmmm. More like him, if he is really Raglan.

Armand and Louis passive aggressively arguing about potential wall decoration. Delicious. “Wait for revelation to enter the room”. OUCH

Loved Daniel and Rashid covering each other.

THEY ARE BUILDING THEIR LITTLE SCRIPTED PLAY BASED ON CLAUDIA’S DIARIES!!! MOCKING THEM AND THEIR EXPERIENCE! HOLY HELL.

Louis and Daniel are so done with the shit, lol

That visit to Roget’s… the music… the foreshadowing

The juxtaposition of Armand pretending to not have known and clearly commenting on and directing the play in Paris…

Armand going off at “love” at Daniel

“Fuck these vampires” - seems Daniel has read the removed pages???

Oof that … sexual assault. Hard to stomach. And Claudia… you go girl. Loved Madeleine there, top notch acting from everyone

God. Louis all riled up, telling Armand “clothes off, face down in the coffin, can read them to me while I fuck you”. Erm. Holy shit. Holy… fucking shit. Like… that’s… I don’t even have words.

I must say, and this is independent from Louis himself here (!)- but art dealers only speculating on the price of art… sits so unwell with me. Like… only the monetary value matters. It’s… IDK. I hate it with a passion.

Also the coven more or less watching while Louis fumbles Armand… like…

Claudia and Madeleine are everything. I LOVE their dynamic

Louis arguing with Claudia, god, please just… 😭

“Or Armand is mine” 💀

Armand calling her “Claudia de Lioncourt”… because she is his by blood!!! I been sayin’!!

The discussion of Armand with Madeleine was so intimate… I loved how they did it

Does it matter if it was the truth that Claudia is a burden??? YES LOUIS IT DOES

Also breathtaking bitter that Louis was sooooooo convinced he had convinced Armand

The body language in Dubai - and the reveal of never having made a vampire. “Fuck these vampires”!!! The expressions!

The strange crimes… including color film stock????????? Ohhhhhhhhh I have a GUT FEELING

And them calling out into a certain direction hanging off the Eiffel tower??? TO WHOM?!

That discussion between Armand and Louis. I must say… their relationship is even more fucked up than I had thought they would portray it. WAY WAY MORE FUCKED UP. Like… that’s not even funny even more, the way that they shift into those … bitter dynamics. Bitter, so very, very bitter. And the way both their voices shift. Ugh.

Madeleine’s turning was beautiful. And her seeing Claudia like that… made me cry. It was so fitting that they both turned her. Madeleine’s life, flashing by. Lovely.

And god, Louis… reopening the wound. Trying to let the blood bleed out. Hating himself not caring sooooooo much. And that little tidbit re the bond, the fact that there is a feeling for each other there, even if there is no coercion. FORESHADOWING OH GOD

And Armand … pretending he had chosen Louis. God. Fucking shit.

“Games”.

I do believe that Louis might have asked initially for his memories to be erased. I’ve theorized that before and I can see it, because Louis would feel guilty and he would hurting… badly.

Also… Armand saying the “series of abhorrent consequences that followed”… and then “three days after we abandoned him”… there is no saying what timeframe was between the interview and that… shower outs came out of.😏

Bittersweet drinks. The discussion of the bond, the feelings… Louis putting his fingers into wounds. Armand… hurting so much. Louis withholding again, ugh… and…. The Judas’ kiss. And standing by. He… stands by. He lets it happen. Brutal. The way the smile drains from Louis’ face.

The intercuts to Dubai. Holy shit.

“They gave him a choice. He chose”. FUUUUUUCCCKKKKKK

Santiago’s speech.

“fuck your mother”?????? Oh, are we jabbing already???

the music

And there he is. THERE HE IS. 10 Minutes. Okay. Okay.

He looks weird. Acts weird, too. Whose POV are we on there????

HE’S COMING… indeed.

EPISODE INSIDER

not only the stakes for Daniel are ramping up, lol

Tightrope indeed

Jacob: “There’s a lie being told and that Dubai penthouse is a bit of a prison” 💀

And yes Claudia and Madeleine are magnetic

Oh that was improvised?????

“Pissed doesn’t quite cover what Louis feels at the trial”… yeah, no, no shit.

Sam: “He’s back in al his hectic, complicated glory”… that’s one way to put it, lol

Sooooo. I’m kinda afraid. Because I know what will follow, lol, yes, but… Santiago emphasizing the daylight on the stage??? Them stealing color films??? Who were they contacting? Why are Louis, Claudia and Madeleine just sitting there like that. And god the relationship between Armand and Louis??? NGL, when I pointed out it would not be the wholesome romance that some were expecting… >I< did NOT expect it to be this. Did. Not. Because this is several thousand ways of fucked up. Not only for Louis to absolutely fall into this part but also the dynamics wrt to the coven, and Armand’s vulnerability there, and willingness to submit, to just get an OUNCE of affection, FFS. So, so fucked up. Did not see THAT coming. God. It makes me wonder what else we’ll learn in the next two episodes, lol.

I’m not ready to let them go. 😭

[rebelliousstories]

25 Days of Ficmas 2023

Here we go again! Ficmas 2023 will officially begin Friday December 1st, 2023. I’m really excited to add in some new characters and revisit some old ones. Without further ado, here is your 2023 Masterlist.

Hope (December 1st) Bernard the Elf

The head elf is down in the dumps, and nothing can bring him out.

Childhood (December 2nd) Poly! Lost Boys

It’s Christmas time in the cave, and the Lost Boys mate is making sure that nothing ruins it for Laddie. Nothing and no one.

Elf (December 3rd) Louie Pointe du Lac

Claudia wants to partake in the Christmas cheer and dress up for their party. With her dad’s otherwise occupied, she employs the help of the only other woman in the home.

Poinsettia (December 4th) Selina Kyle

A little Christmas cheer in their dreadful New York apartment.

Stockings (December 5th) David

This was NOT what he had in mind when someone mentioned “stockings.”

Egg Nog (December 6th) Paul

Someone really should have told Paul not to drink an entire thing of egg nog before deciding if he liked it or not.

Through The Years (December 7th) Poly Louie & Lestat

Settling down on the couch, Lestat and Louie entertain their ladies with tales of their Christmas celebrations through the years.

Candles (December 8th) Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Tom doesn’t allow a lot of personal items in his office on base, much preferring to keep his loved ones close to his heart. But he had to have a little something.

Festive (December 9th) Jack Twist

A snowy day at the ranch is the perfect setting for some winter, holiday fun.

Naughty/Nice (December 10th) Jake Gyllenhaal

The question everyone has to ask themselves every December; are you naughty or nice?

Pine cone (December 11th) Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Jake decides that he is going to show his girlfriend the lovely Seresin family holiday tradition of making a pine bonfire in the backyard.

Yuletide (December 12th) Corey Cunningham

Christmas holds some rough memories for Corey. Luckily his lover has some ways to override Christmas memories of the past.

Sugarplums (December 13th) Donnie Darko

Do sugarplums even exist? Has anyone ever had one? Donnie surely didn’t think so.

Wreath (December 14th) Rhett Abbott

For the last time; just because it’s ring toss shaped, doesn’t mean you can play ring toss with it.

Cranberry (December 15th) Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

A certain unusual flavor that has held a special spot in the Mitchell and Bradshaw family every Christmas.

Reindeer (December 16th) Robert “Bob” Floyd

A snowy landscape, total seclusion in an Alaskan cabin, and lots of wildlife. What an interesting winter vacation.

Mistletoe (December 17th) Lestat de Lioncourt

There is one tradition that Lestat loves no matter the year or who he is spending the holidays with; mistletoe.

Candy Cane (December 18th) David Loki

How do you get a workaholic in the Christmas spirit? Asking for a friend.

Snowflakes (December 19th) Miles Miller

All the guests are taken care of for the evening, and a thick blanket of snow has descended upon the El Royale. What is a couple to do?

Caroling (December 20th) Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Walking through the military town, the Dagger team is stopped by a small group preforming.

Handmade (December 21st) Austin Butler

Nothing made Austin happier than to be home with his girlfriend for Christmas. And they said no presents!

Angel (December 22nd) Marko

Everyone can see that Marko should have been a cherub in a past life, but one person brings that fantasy to life.

Stories (December 23rd) Dwayne

When you live for a long time and never die, you pick up some interesting tid bits of history.

Home (December 24th) Athos

Is it a place or is it a person?

Merry Christmas (December 25th) Bernard the Elf

Another year has come and gone. Another Christmas success. While he would normally jump straight into work now, someone tells him to take some time off to enjoy himself.

[showmey0urfangs]

WIP Wednesday Game: Pride and Prejudice AU 👉👈

Hi there! Thank you for asking. Here's a little snippet:

(sorry, it's a bit of a long one because I couldn't think of a natural place to cut off so you get the whole scene 😂):

Piano scene

Louis stood up from the card table and came up to stand behind Lestat. He stared mesmerized, at the way his long fingers elegant darted over the keys, playing the tune from of memory.

Lestat looked up at him and smiled, his blue eyes bright with mischievous excitement.

“You mean to frighten me, Mr du Lac, by coming in all your state to hear me?”

“I am well enough acquainted with you, Mr. de Lioncourt, to know I cannot frighten you even should I wish it. I merely wish to ascertain for myself that your talents are indeed equal to what you so often proclaim.”

They eyed each other warily for a beat, Lestat’s fingers never faltering from their deft playing. Louis broke his gaze off when he saw that Lady Sevraine had come to stand at the other side of Lestat, affectionately placing her elegant gloved hand on his shoulder.

“Tell, me Mr. du Lac, What was our Lestat like, in Hertfordshire? I certainly hope he made a good impression.”

“Come Sevraine, I’m right here. Surely you can bear to wait until I am out of earshot to gossip about me.”

“Hush you,” she chided him, playfully patting him on his blond head. “I want to hear what our friend here has to say.”

Louis was intrigued by the clear familiarity Lestat had with his mother’s friend, and how so very different Lestat seemed here, so much more at ease.

“Very well your grace, but prepare yourself for something very dreadful.”

Lestat’s fingers halted on the keys as he turned to fully gaze at Louis.

“The first time I saw him was at an Assembly, and he declared that the music was not up to his standard and refused to dance at all—even though gentlemen were scarce and several young ladies were eyeing him hopefully.”

“The music was indeed very dreadful,” Lestat defended. “Besides, I knew nobody beyond my own party.”

Louis smiled placidly, maintained his eyes on Lestat whose face had now colored slightly.

“If I recall, you had just been introduced to us all, and my cousin Lily had more than hinted that she would have liked to dance with you.”

Just then, Lady Sevraine was called back to the card game and she left the two of them alone again. Lestat resumed playing, his movement a little more stilted than before.

“I apologize if I offended your cousin Louis,” he said in a low voice. “I’m afraid I was not at my best that night, it had been quite a long journey.”

“It is not me you should apologize to Mr. de Lioncourt,” Louis said, refusing to slide into the familiarity of calling Lestat by his first name.

Lestat flinched slightly but nodded. “Very well.”

***

They remained at Rosings until very late at night, playing cards and dancing. Lestat asked Lily to dance three times as Sevraine played on the harp. Louis danced with Lady de Lioncourt, very nervous that he would inadvertently miss a step under her stern jugful eyes. Even Paul and Doris danced a few times, without much skill but with a lot of enthusiasm.

Afterwards, Lestat insisted on lending them a carriage to take them back to the cottage, no matter how much Louis protested there was no need for such a short distance. Lestat even personally walked them down into the courtyard, helping Lily into the carriage with utmost courtesy. As Louis was about to climb in after her Lestat took him by the arm and pulled him slightly aside.

“May I call on you tomorrow?" he asked. "There is a rather nice hiking trail in the woods that I believe you would like.”

He was gazing up at Louis with an uncharacteristic nervousness in his clear blue eyes, and Louis could do nothing else but nod in agreement.

***

Later that night, when Lily slipped into his room to have one of their customary late-night discussions, she confided that Lestat had taken her aside and apologized for his rejecting her at the assembly.

“He was so charming,” she said, smiling gleefully, “So very eager for me to have a good opinion of him. Had I not known better, I would have assumed he was courting me.” She gave Louis a meaningful look. “I think he must really like you, Louis, to go through all this trouble.”

Louis remained silent. He was not ready to disclose even to his most beloved cousin and closest confidante, the true extent of his intimacy with Mr. Lioncourt, nor the bitter rift that now existed between them.

It's still an initial draft so I may end up shifting things around on the edit, but let me know what you think.

[jillianfahey]

Interview with a Vampire AU Part 3

The months before the wedding for Lily du Point and Lestat de Lioncourt passed quickly, but everything was ready on the day. If Lily wondered why her fiancee refused to go outside before sundown or believed it to be odd, she showed no sign of it. Because to her it wasn't, it was just part of Lestat.

Their wedding was a small, mostly private affair with tasteful flowers and only their closest friends. But it was beautiful, and the white dress against Lily's lightly tanned skin with tawny brown hair falling in ringlets from the severe bun made her appearance as a bride even more beautiful.

Lestat seemed to be ready to burst with joy and pride as she walked to him with her modest bouquet. With him there she did not feel the absence of father or brother by her side to give her to him. Instead walking alone down the aisle, and giving her bouquet to her little bridesmaid.

After the ceremony there was dinner and dancing at Lestat's home. Lily kept having to remind herself that she also lived here now. The party went until early in the morning, when the last guest finally left. Lestat offered her his arm and led her upstairs to her bedchamber. This was the part she was nervous about, actually sleeping together to consummate their marriage. But he gave her to a maid saying that she should rest after such a long day and night.

It would go on like that for close to a year, never actually sleeping together for it. Parties, public engagements, everything they would go to together until he brought her home and told her to rest because he would be out late. Lestat would not rise and join her until four in the afternoon when he would have tea with her. Then everything would start again.

Lily's favorite times were when they just stayed in and sat together in the library. Lestat would read to her as she sewed or knitted and they would talk about many things. But never why he would not consummate their marriage or the true reason he left France.

It was a few days after their year anniversary party when once again they sat in the library. When the clock struck ten Lestat kissed her hand and told her not to wait up for him before leaving for the nightlife of the town. Lily knew he must have a lover out there but she did not say anything about it, just took herself to bed so she would be rested for the tutors on the next day. That was how Lestat filled her days as a lady, giving her the best tutors possible and having her visit with the lady's kind enough to receive her.

Lily could not remember why she woke that night long before she usually would. It was four in the morning, four hours before the maid would lay out her day dress and she would breakfast in the morning room. But she felt the need to be up, and wanted to talk to Lestat. So she put her candle, put on her slippers and wrapped the robe over her night gown before going downstairs to see if he was home. A draft threatened her small candle so she shielded it with her hand as she walked, and found Lestat's unlit candle on the table where it was left.

There were noises coming down the hall, so Lily went to see what was the matter. She was the lady if the house and it was her duty to keep it running smoothly for her husband. Looking in to the lit doorway she saw that robbers had broken in. So she started slipping quickly and silently back down the hall to ring the bell that would alert the house of the danger. It would have been a good plan if not for the anger that caused the men to argue and sent one of them out into the corridor. Seeing her he called to his companions, "The Frenchies whore is awake."

Lily ran down the hall, away from them. But she could hear them gaining on her as she reached the foot of the stairs. Seeing that the candle there was gone she screamed, "Lestat!"

The men behind her laughed and she could feel hands grabbing at her. But in a moment they were gone. Somehow in the space of a few seconds the three men following her had disappeared. There was a the sounds of struggle down the hall so the grabbed the rapier from the hall, Lestat had been teaching her how to use it, and hurried to the sound.

The scene she saw was out of a nightmare. The stone floor of the cellar was now red with blood, two bodies with their heads ripped off lay adding to it. The third man was struggling to escape the clamp Lestat had on his neck. Her husband was splattered in the blood, and when he dropped the man he was holding and turned to her his face and mouth were covered in it.

"Mi Amor," he stepped towards her and she stepped back. Seeing the fear on her eyes at his appearance, "There is no need for you to fear me Mon Chere." Keeping her attention as he took out a cloth to wipe his face, "This is what I've always been."

Finding her voice, "And what is that?"

With the familiar smile, "I am a vampire." Her quick blink showing she was processing this and another few steps back was the only response he got. Talking a deep breath, "Mi Amor, let me clean this up. Afterwards we will sit in the library and I will explain everything alright." Lily nodded once and went to the library and stirred up the few coals that reminded of the fire to build it up again.

Lily could never tell just how long she waited in that slowly warming room for her husband to come. But when he did he had changed out of the bloodstained clothes into his nightwear and sat in the chair across from her. Looking into her face, "I will start at the beginning." So the story started with the year he was born, touched on his childhood, his time as the wolf killer, how he stated at the theatre in Paris where his maker found him. He told of the time in his makers lair, the old bodies that were so like him, how he was turned instead of killed and begged for his maker to stay with him before witnessing his makers suicide. How he bought the theatre he once worked at with the money his maker left and his interactions with the Paris coven which became a part of his theater. His need to leave, and the journey through the world until he found her. Finally he ended, "I meant it when I told you that you are my light and reason for living."

Looking at the man she still loved, now knowing how dangerous he was she finally spoke, "I need to have some time to process all of this. "

It was clear that it was not the answer he was hoping for but he nodded, "Good night Mon Chere." With that he left the room and the clock struck eight.

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Part 77- What Lies Beneath

Summary: Time jump! 1 day till Halloween and Lestat's masquerade ball. Josie is now back in the lion's den and spends much time alone but not by her wishes. Thranduil has made residence in another room. Raven is released from lock up in the dungeons but not before another presence in the pits makes themselves known who knows all about her which noticeably disturbs Caroline. An unpleasant breakfast gathering takes place. The brat Prince and the Elvenking both handle the batty Raven who's mad as a hatter. Thranduil's brutish behavior to his wife continues. Lestat tries to comfort Josie. She's cynical at first, but soon finds the closed off vampire no different from Garrett as she learns his past. Josie drifts off to sleep to a beautifully sad tune while Raven makes an escape to do her dirty bidding.....

*Angst* *Mentions of death*

3 days had passed since Selene brought you back to the vampire inferno atop the snowy desolate mountain. Thranduil was so furious and hurt that he took vacancy in another room. You had not seen or heard from him since you walked through Lestat's front doors as Thranduil glared at you in disgust, which he had intently done to further get his point across. A point that was duly noted and hurt like hell. You shivered throughout the night while you tried to sleep but all you could do was cry and when you did manage to go under, the haunting dreams were waiting.

The weather outside was still frightful and the fires that lurked inside were not delightful. You hung out with Haldir and Legolas some, but you could tell even they were not thrilled with your actions so you kept to yourself. It didn't even seem to matter what Thranduil had done. Apparently he was excused of his past discretions because it was 20 years ago when it occurred. Never mind the fact he concealed it from you or that it was your mother he screwed. You were outnumbered when it came to Garrett being involved and were offered no free passes for your actions like your King was...if he was even still your King. You felt like a plague and officially abandoned....alone with a baby inside of you. You had managed to alienate everyone you loved and were a magnet for those you didn't. That being Lestat, Caroline and...Raven, wherever she disappeared to since she was melted with water like the wicked witch she was.

-Somewhere down below-

"You can let me out now! I've been in here for....I don't even know how long now! Mommy fearest! Marius you filthy trader!! LeFuck!!" Raven's weak shouts echoed through the dim lit murky dungeons of the Chateau de Lioncourt.

"Does your mouth ever cease? You will certainly receive no assistance with that foul tongue."

Raven bolted to the iron bars but didn't dare touch them as being part vampire, it would put her on her ass and in her weakened state, she may not survive it. "Who are you?? Where are you?? Speak freak!!" This was the first time she had heard a voice since she was thrown into the 6x6 cell like trash.

"Those who live in glass houses should not cast stones. Are you yourself not a freak? An abomination I believe it was that Viktor marked you as." The voice replied from down the hall.

Raven was now livid. She peeked through one of the square openings of the bars the best she could and was able to see a shadow moving about in a cell about 3 blocks down on the opposite side of hers. "It appears you are in the same predicament as me so maybe you should shut the fuck up!" She kept gawking down the hall but the voice went silent. "Hello?? Asshole!!"

Chains could be heard moving about. "Your hideous mouth is just like your mother's. My ears bleed and my blood curls to know you still exist....Clover."

"Ok that is it. Who the fuck are you?? How do you know so much about me?!"

"I know many things fiendish girl. Your nefarious ways will soon catch up with you all." The voice presaged and then gave an invidious laugh, then went silent as footsteps and keys could be heard in the distance.

"Mother!! That better be you! LET ME OUT!!!"

Caroline entered from the end of the hall where the other person was and gave them a dastardly glance as she passed the cell. She stopped at Raven's cell. "Have you learned your lesson on your erring ways? Or do you need another 3 days to think about it."

"You are such a hypocrite. Let me out of here. I'm hungry, filthy, irritated and I cannot take anymore of the stench or the ramblings of the jerk over there. Who the hell is that anyways? They know quite a bit about me and you and I get a witchy vibe from their presence, but I'm not strong enough to place it...I...I know this feeling...that smell....like....chamomile."

"They have spoken to you??" Caroline appeared worried and gave a troublesome look down the hall. "Well...Lestat's prisoners are none of your concern and they really should mind their tongue if they know what's good for them." She cautioned loudly with intent aimed at the hostage's ears. "Now...it's time to go." The vampire vixen couldn't seem to get Raven out of there fast enough. She unlocked the door and abruptly pulled Raven by her hand, leading her in the opposite direction of the mysterious captive.

Raven had to cover her eyes as she entered the light of day. Being in the dark so long made them sensitive.

"Now...the servants have prepared the morning's meal for the guests. You will be on your best behavior, eat your meal and return to your room."

"Wait..you're making me go in there like this?? I must look like I've been beaten with an ugly stick! You're doing this on purpose to humiliate me!!"

"What...did you think sitting in the dark with no food for 3 days was sufficient punishment for what you did?"

"Uh...YES!! God I hate you..." Raven reeled and went to sit at a solo table behind the main one that overlooked the window.

Marius came in and Raven literally made a snarl sound, then snapped her teeth together at him in a biting gesture. He smirked as he walked passed her and repeated the gesticulation. Marius was a laid back vampire who kept to himself but he had no tolerance for her insubordinate behavior and found her taunting tactics petulant yet amusing.

The next to enter was Haldir, Legolas and Thranduil all with flat unpleasant expressions. It was not their cup of tea to be in the same atmosphere as vampires let alone share the same room with them. Thranduil hustled in his swagger attire right to the bar where the wine sat atop calling his name. It was Dorwinion wine too. Narcisse didn't do business with vampires but that did not mean the astute Lestat couldn't get his hands on the sought after vintage. In this world, vampires also loved a superior ageless wine just as the elves. Thranduil swirled the grape around in his mouth, savoring the flavors of home and then let it roll down the back of his throat in one swift swallow. Haldir and Legolas sat on the opposite side of the table away from Raven and gawked at her backside with undeniable disgust.

She turned her head to the side. "I can feel you looking at me lowly sprites. Am I that desirable?" she grinned and rolled her eyes. "You know I had barbies as a child that looked a lot like you. I burnt off all their ugly blonde hair."

Haldir stiffened straight up in his chair with a miffed composure and Legolas followed suit. Thranduil sat down beside his son and rolled his eyes at them for allowing her to get under their skin so easily.

In you walked with the debonair Lestat in tow. It was not intentional to show up with him as you had crossed paths in the halls on your way there and he followed you to your dismay. You got the distinct feeling he went with you intentionally so you wouldn't feel alone and out of place since he was well aware of the treatment you were receiving. Lestat would certainly rather be off brushing his cat than be subdued to this chaotic state of affairs. Marius sat nonchalantly with his feet up reading a magazine but what he was really doing was supervising so things didn't turn into another shit show.

"Sorry I'm late. I was just out trying to catch my breakfast." Lestat joked. Although he probably was telling the truth.

Thranduil's pupils dilated in pure green envy at the sight of you with him and quite frankly, it made you happy. At least you knew he still cared, or so you thought. Haldir and Legolas stood up at your entry. "My Queen." they both expressed and gave a head bow. Thranduil gritted his teeth at their display while he sat firmly in his chair. They were only being respectful gentlemen but knowing their affections of you only exasperated him. The yandere side of him was quite evident over the past few days and it just kept uncontrollably intensifying.

You and Raven locked eyes. She reached up and placed her hand on your shoulder. "Well look at what the cat dragged in." she rudely stated. You smacked it away as you glared down at her with pursed lips.

"Don't you ever touch me again or I will rip your arm from it's socket." You then walked away to go sit down.

Thranduil actually could not help himself and allowed a proud smirk to form as he glanced at Raven with deriding eyes.

"Ooooo. Touchyyy." she snarked.

Lestat slowly walked about behind Raven. "Speaking of cats. Louie sends his love with a special present. He heard you were famished."

He pulled something out of his pocket, then dropped a dead mouse on her plate. Raven screamed and flew out of her chair so fast, it tipped over. "You distasteful Lefuck! What the hell is your problem??"

"Oh please. I think you know the answer to your own idiotic question. It's you. Now sit your shameful ingrate ass down and eat your meal. I would hate it if Louie's feelings were hurt...again by you. You see...when he's angry, then I'm angry. And I don't think you want to make me angry."

Lestat's eyes flashed a sinful red and her entire sour demeanor turned to that of fright. Apparently she has witnessed an irate Lestat before and it obviously wasn't a pleasant memory. He had great patience but it was wearing thin with her. "And by the way, my name is Lestat. Get it right the next time my name exits your vulgar mouth, although I would prefer you never speak it at all."

"You...you cannot seriously expect me to eat that??"

'What is the problem? Is Louie's preference of food beneath yours? Would you rather I bring you a child? Would that be less....revolting?"

You sat with your jaw dropped open at this little opprobrium Lestat was inflicting on the deserving entitled bitch. Her treatment of you seemed to have triggered him. At least someone was on your side and if it had to be Lestat, then so be it. It was shocking though after how you treated him the other day. Was he trying to possibly show up Thranduil?

"Mother??? You're not going to let him make me eat that???" Raven pleaded. Caroline looked down and said nothing. She seemed to have learned her lesson from the other day when she crossed Lestat.

"Eat it or starve. It is your choice. No other food will be offered to you." Lestat flatly stated. In came the servants with all the delicious smelling food and she just stared at it in disbelief.

"You're going to serve a bunch of repulsive elves all this food and give me nothing??" Raven glared at Lestat with bugged out eyes.

"You do not have nothing." He solemnly stated.

Her eyes raged. "I will not eat that!!" She picked up the plate and smashed it on the ground at his feet. Oh god. You were now genuinely frightened yourself as to what was going to happen. The look in Lestat's eyes was deadly and you could see his jaw clench as he swallowed.

No one was going to do anything and you did not want to see her get her throat ripped out no matter how much you despised her, so you intervened and slipped between them. Lestat looked you up and down at your temerity which you couldn't tell if he was offended or enamored by it.

"There is no need to get violent. Why don't you just send Raven to her room for now and let yourselves cool down??"

"I will not just go away! Who the hell are you to give orders to me?? Where is Garrett?? He will not let you all treat me as such!!"

"Oh...haven't you heard? Garrett has left the building... and he will not be returning. He has no power here nor over me and would be a fool to offer you protection and an even bigger one to challenge me. Do as she said. Go to your room little girl before I make you."

"Oh my god!! You're taking her side?? and why did he leave?? What did you do to him?? It was...you! Wasn't it?? He left because of you!!!" she snapped as she spun to you. "Look at you...all these men falling at your feet, kissing the ground you walk on! But that just wasn't good enough huh?? You just had to have G too and take him away from me! He was the only one who ever treated me like I mattered and now I have nothing! You will pay for this sister."

Her eyes glowed burnt orange as she death glared you. It seemed her power was returning now that she was not confined behind iron.

You heard Garrett's words echo in your mind. 'Find your zone and focus but don't go bananas like your fruitloop sister.' Your hand filled up like a 4th of July Phuljhari as you clenched your fist.

Thranduil saw your hand light up and knew he needed to conciliate the situation before it literally got out of hand.

The next thing you knew, Thranduil swiftly made his way to Raven.

"You started this wicked one, you will forgive me if I finish it."

The Elvenking displayed another round of his unseen glorious magic by you. An electricity ball formed between his hands and shot out like lightning, knocking an unsuspecting Raven right on her ass.

Thranduil's choice of weapon were always his swords but when that was taken away, his powerful wizardry of light surfaced, although a wizard he was not.

Marius quickly reprimanded her inside his arms of steel as Thranduil came face to face with the swearing and struggling pyrotechnic.

"It is no secret that you have no regard for a child's life but you will never harm my child or her mother, or you will suffer my wrath. I can assure you dhampir, your power is no match for mine. This was a mere warning. Another attempt and I will sever more than your wretched arm from your miserable body."

"Now that the Elvenking has had his turn to play, Marius. Take this headache to her room and secure it. It seems she hasn't had enough time to reflect." Lestat ordered. Marius whisked her away and Caroline followed as she gave an imperil glare to Thranduil.

"No! You will ALL pay for this, especially you elfling." Raven threatened through her teeth as she squirmed and sniggered while being drug out the door.

You skittishly approached Thranduil. "Th...Thank you for helping me." you softly said with a caring smile.

Thranduil peered down at you with an expressionless face and then went to reclaim his seat. "I did not do it for you. I did it for my daughter. She is of the only importance to me."

His words cut you like a knife. Your eyes began to swell as he went about his breakfast completely impervious to your pain. You turned to leave and slightly stumbled over a chair, then ran out crying.

You found yourself in the library sitting on the couch that you and Garrett conversed on. Covering your face with your hands, you began to loudly sob. A cool wind showered over you. "Garrett?" you gasped as you dropped your hands to your knees.

There stood Lestat holding out a tissue. "Sorry to disappoint you." His sarcasm was clear cut.

You sniffled and took the kleenex. "Thank you.....What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." he simply stated.

"It's not like I have anywhere to go. You were right. They have all forsaken me. Thranduil, Haldir, Legolas, Raven, Garrett...my own mother..."

"I told you that I would not. You can always come to my room and spend that time with me I asked for. I have something that you might be interested in seeing."

Although Lestat appeared to look and sound genuinely concerned, you still took his words as a sexual invitation. "Seriously?!! Is that all I am good for? A roll in the hay? Go figure, you're just like the rest." You then got up in a huff to leave.

Lestat grabbed your arm and spun you around so quickly, your vision blurred. "And you're just like all the rest, assuming I am nothing but a sexual predator!"

"Is that not what you are?! Look what you did to me in your room and then later in my dream!" you reeled with validation.

"It is the nature of the beast in me yes, but that is not all that I am. You wouldn't know that now would you because you will not take the time to get to know me. Have I harmed you? Have I forced you to do anything you did not....want to do? Little miss Josie, too good for the likes of a vampire...oh wait....only THIS vampire. Yet I am the one who is here........"

"Don't you do that. Don't you dare blame Garrett for his decision. He did it for me." you cried in his defense.

"I was not solely referring to Garrett. I came here offering you comfort. Has anyone else? Yet you stand here all high and mighty before me. I am sorry your husband makes you feel desired only for the bedroom. He's a fool to not see your worth otherwise and does not deserve you or the child you carry."

"How dare you speak of him or my child in such a way!" You raised your hand to smack him and he caught it mid air. He squeezed your wrist and yanked you against him as you gasped in fear.

"Can't handle the truth? He just tore your heart out and stomped on it in front of a room full of people and yet you still defend him. I can see I have wasted my time here." He tossed your wrist to the side and began to walk away.

"Wait!...."

Lestat halted and slowly turned back to you.

"You're right....you're right about everything. I am just so....lost. Nothing is like it was supposed to be. All the dreams I had....they're just gone. If anyone was a fool...it was me to believe in such fairytale bullshit. I used to think my prior life was so horrible and I prayed to be saved. I prayed for another life. Some perfect little story from a book but....they're not real. I knew that all along but...I wanted to believe. My belief was the only light I had then when my world was so dark. And now....it's pitch black."

Lestat contemplated on your words for a moment and then he began to walk back to you. "Then think about what I am offering you. I can fix all of that but you have to meet me in the middle somewhere." His chilly fingertips stroked your tear stricken cheek.

"Is...your bedroom the middle? I will go...I will spend that time with you. But...I am the one who is in control here. My pace...Can you handle that?"

The leery Lestat was not one for compromises but he agreed. "Yes and...yes."

Upon entering his chambers, your body stiffened. You had no idea what was going to happen. With the vulnerable state you were in, you knew you shouldn't have agreed to this but you didn't want to spend yet another sleepless lonely night in your room. "So...what is it that you wanted to show me?" You slightly gulped hoping it wasn't what you were thinking.

Lestat beamingly smiled and walked over to a large wooden box.

When you had first arrived at his chateau, Lestat played the violin for you but you had only wanted to find Thranduil which upset him. "I thought maybe this time you would be more invested in hearing me play?" The tiny instrument laid inside a coffin shaped box lined with red velvet. He carefully uncovered it and took it out as if it were his prize possession. It probably was.

A wave of relief rushed over you. "Ohh...that...is what you wanted to show me?"

The vampire that never expressed much humor actually chortled. "You were expecting a more...personal instrument of mine?"

Well now you just felt extremely embarrassed and were probably as red as the material in that box. You played it cool. "Poor Lestat. You wish."

He became even more amused by your terrible attempt at evading the question. "Do you want to...touch it?" he wickedly grinned as he held the violin out to you.

"No thanks. I think I know what it feels like." Oh that was so bad, you thought. Your mind had went straight to the gutter and remembered when he had you pinned against the wall right behind you, pressing his unyielding cock against you.

He knew exactly what you were referring to. "I assure you, it feels much different when it's out of it's....enclosure."

The always unamused vampire had jokes. You decided to keep humoring him. "Does that go for the size too?" Holy shit, what was he doing to you? It was like his aura was captivating you in every way.

"It's not the size of the fangs, it's how you bite."

Ok, this had to stop. You decided to deflect. "Don't you have much better things to do with your time than this?"

"All a vampire has is time."

"You got me there....So...I'm much more curious about something other than your...instrument and it's capabilities. Why is it you were carrying around a dead mouse in your pocket? You had no intentions of going into the dining room. You only did that to follow me."

Lestat gave a playful smile. "I was on my way to her room to place it under her pillow. Yep."

You busted out in laughter. "Now that would have been much more amusing than dropping it on her plate."

"It would have yes, but it all worked out the same. She has crossed one too many lines."

"Well....thank you by the way for attempting to shut her down although it horribly failed."

"It did not fail. Pissed her off more? Yes...but she knows my limits. Her and I have a rocky past, but it's obvious Garrett told you all about that since you seem to know about other things in my life that I speak to no one about. Raven was pure hellfire. A little child she was, but also a fierce killer capable of the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a child's demanding. I wanted to end her putrid existence on more than one occasion but Louis wouldn't hear of it. Garrett wouldn't have either but he wasn't around so much after what she did. He was smart, I will give him that. He wanted to steer clear of the dangers that followed her. Viktor and his death dealers being of top priority after her rampage on Laketown. A vampire's life is a life of discretion but Clover had no concept of that at her age. She still wouldn't if she were set free. Caroline and her demon seed cannot hide forever. I have only prolonged the inevitable for them. Death will come for them. I can feel it."

His words sent shivers clear through you. "Then why have you...and still do continue to harbor them? Aren't you worried you will be shown no mercy for aiding and abetting them?"

"Good. Let them come. I'm not worried." the ever so confident vampire raved as he sat down beside you.

"You're doing it all for Louis aren't you? Why? He left you alone."

"As I told you before...In the end, we are all alone. Immortality seems like a good idea until you realize you're going to spend it that way. You should now know this yourself."

"How...how do you do it though? Living up here so desolate, away from the world? It must be unbearable in some way?"

"There comes a time for every vampire when the idea of eternity becomes momentarily unbearable. Living in the shadows, feeding in the darkness with only your own company to keep rots into a solitary, hollow existence."

"Don't you want love? I mean...someone to share eternity with?"

Lestat sarcastically joked. "With all my black little heart."

"So....you've never had love? Respectfully, you look quite young for your turning age but seem quite matured otherwise."

Lestat chuckled. "I am over 400 years old. Maybe it's Maybelline."

"Funny. Seriously...how old are you...human wise?"

"How old do you think I am?"

"Ok well...you truly don't look much older than me....24?"

The look of astonishment on his face was priceless. "Nailed it."

"You're kidding right? I'm 24...."

"I know...Your blood told me when I tasted it."

"You mean when you told me my blood does not satisfy your thirst. What did that mean anyways since you seem to be so intrigued with me."

"You're beautiful to me because you're human. Your frailty. Your short years. Your heart. All that suddenly seems more precious than anything I've ever known. The fact that I do not desire your blood made you all the more desirable because I have never tasted a blood I did not crave."

"And here I thought it was because of my looks." you giggled.

"Oh you are most definitely one stunning creature physically. I cannot deny that."

"So...you still didn't answer me. You have never known love?" It was obvious he had hoped you would give up on that question.

"I...I'm sorry. You do not have to tell me...Please don't be angry."

"I am not angry. I will tell you if you also have the time...."

"I'm here aren't I?"

"That you are.....I'm from New Orleans. As you are probably aware of, Mardi Gras is a huge thing there. How I love that time. Party's, masquerade balls, getting shit faced, girls girls girls....I think you get the idea. Vampires though...not something supposed to be real although it has always been portrayed that New Orleans was the city of the dead. Low and behold...the myths were true. Marius de Romanus found me. He is my maker. My keeper. He probably regrets that at times." he laughed.

"One night, shortly after my conversion, he took me out on the beach. There were many gatherings there at night celebrating the event. Bon fires, music etc.... One in particular group of 2 people, man and woman, had their own spot and fire going. As Marius and I walked through the sand, nothing appeased me until I heard the music...the violin she played, a guitar he strummed. I wanted to go and listen but Marius told me I could not interact with humans anymore. Made me wonder why he even took me to a place filled with them when I was forbidden to "know" them. I could not help myself and went to watch them play. I was instantly infatuated with the woman. A young brunette with her long hair tied back. She played with such ease and grace. I knew the song. It was the same tune I played for you. I can never forget it. Or her. She looked at me while she played and smiled. it was an unmistakable inviting smile. I wanted to know her. Be with her. We spoke for awhile and I learned her name. Sophia. Marius fumed as he stood watch but I didn't care. I asked her to play some more. There laid an extra violin and I picked it up, then joined in with them. It all was good until the vampire in me took over without my knowing. I began playing erratically and my eyes glowed without my consent. The man panicked and then so did Sophia. They ran screaming, drawing attention from others. Marius forced me to handle it."

"We chased them down and I....I killed her...but only by snapping her neck. Marius took care of the man and then we burned them in an abandoned bonfire. It haunted me for years...even to this day. Like Garrett, I did not choose this life and I did not want to kill people. Love you ask? I loved the idea of her. Her face still haunts me. How scared she was of me when she saw my true nature. Marius was right. I could have never been with her. At least I believed that at that time. Loving the monsters always ends badly for the human. It's a rule I was taught and believed it ever since then. This violin...was the one I played that night. I kept it. I don't know why. As if I needed a reminder of what I had done. So there you have it. I suppose that's the closest to love I had become."

Within a period of 3 days, you have heard the tragic stories of 2 vampires. It was truly heart wrenching to you and only proved your beliefs that they're not all monsters. You missed Garrett so much in that moment. Although Lestat's story was incredibly sad, you found Garrett's much worse, especially how traumatized he was by it. But then again, Lestat has lived with his for 400 years. It was still fresh to Garrett. The fact Lestat still felt grief over it though spoke volumes about him.

"I thank you for trusting me and opening up about your past. There is no judgement from me.... I...I would love to hear you play again. This time I promise...I will truly listen. Oh...and before I forget...I saw a gramophone in the dining area today. May I use it sometime?"

"Yes you may....So...make yourself comfortable then. Relax on the couch. If you fall asleep, I do not mind. Do I have your answer then by the way, on the ball?"

You now could see why he liked masquerade balls and such. "Of course I will attend. All I've got is time." you said with a grin and then laid down.

He smiled and got up. "You see...this is all I wanted. Your time and company. Someone to listen and care about what I have to say." He then picked up the violin and began to play. It brought tears to your sleepy eyes as you drifted off to sleep minutes later to the sad music.

The music echoed through the castle as a slinking Raven found a way out of her room.

She was bound and determined to find out who the mysterious person was in the dungeons below that her mother kept a tight lip lock on. The disingenuous diva had a strong feeling that whomever it was...

would change the course of many things and many lives forever....

@redeemer46

Masterlist

[cornerofhell]

“Okay, cherie, you’re almost there! Just a few more!” Mariah could hardly hear her grandpapa over the ripping, burning pain, her hands gripping the sweat-soaked bedsheets as her bare chest heaved, the air feeling like a life preserver and acid at the same time. The vampiress lay in one of the many fancy Pointe Du Lac beds, her papa Lestat at her end to catch the little one inside of her, and her mamas on both sides of her, being her rocks as she let out screams of pain. She had already had strange feelings about the child inside of her, and how she and the child’s sire had left off didn’t help. She didn’t blame it of course, but she was terrified- would it remind her of HIM? Would it end up like him no matter how she tried? Every kick and movement had felt like a blessing and a curse, a reminder of the sweet one inside her, and what it could become- and the pain of this birth was not helping. A contraction knocked Mariah out of her thoughts as she let out a groan and began pushing once more.  “Oh! The head’s here! Just one more cherie, push with all your might!” “Come on honey, you’re almost there!” The words of encouragement from her grandpapa and mama Bonny hit and with a grab of her mothers’ hands and crushing squeeze, Mariah let out a scream as she gave her all into the last push- And a loud wail filled the air. “IT’S A BOY!” The vampiress collapsed against the satin pillows behind her, exhausted but relieved that it was over… And curious.  She peeked through her eyelashes as she heard her grandfather and mother coo over the squealing infant, wiping off some of the afterbirth and cutting his cord. All she saw of hin was a shiny blue- what was that? Her eyes fluttered open in shock as the infant was then laid upon her chest. He was cold, freezing, like a tiny popsicle right ot of the freezer… But this didn’t seem to bother him, because the moment the babe was laid upon her, he quieted. Maria peered down at the little one and just…. Stared in awe. He wasn’t a snowperson like his father, but he wasn’t quite frostbitten either. His skin was white as snow, and soft to the touch. He was tiny too, was this little one really the one that had sent such powerful kicks throughout her body? Clearly, because she noticed his limbs. They weren’t snow- they were ice crystal shards of hands and feet! One of her fingers gently touched one of them out of curiosity and admiration- they were smooth and sharp. His hair was a light brunette, in adorable little tufts, and his face…. His eyes had dark circles, darker than hers or any she’d seen, and a little cute nose similar to her own, and a mouth full of sharp fangs that could rip through anything with ease.  He wasn’t your average newborn, but he was hers. He did have similar things with his father but they weren’t exact. And…., who was to say he’d end up any cruel like his father or his family because of that? You inherit your parents’ looks, not personality.  And as this tiny one nestled against her bosom, his mother just placed her hands upon him and held him closer.  He was perfect. How dare she think such a precious child would automatically be like him? How dare she think anything about this little prince? With just one look, this baby had taken over her very soul, and it would forever be his. And as she felt tears well up in her eyes as she held her son close, Mariah cooed to him. “Hi Charlie. Welcome home.”

------------------------------ The birth of Charles Lee Ray III or Charlie! He is the son of Mariah and FrostCorpsClub 's character Justin, who broke up because of Justin's toxicity and cheating. Justin has no idea she's been pregnant or that he has a son with her until later. Meanwhile Mariah loves her new son with all her heart Mariah is the daughter of Bonny Ray and Angelique Pointe Du Lac and is the grandaughter of Chucky and Tiffany and Louis Pointe Du Lac and Lestat De Lioncourt

[cece693]

Fun (Lestat de Lioncourt x M! Vamp Reader)

Summary: You found this whole thing amusing—it was Lestat who pushed for an open relationship, not you—so how was it your fault when your companion became jealous?

tags: jealousy, typical Lestat, no mention of Louis or Claudia, reader doesn't really care, he loves seeing Lestat come undone, does mention Antoinette, fluffy/happy ending

You struggled to hold in your laughter, watching as Lestat paced the parlor of your home after scaring off your latest lover. "I don't see what's the problem." You drawled, crossing your arms as you leaned against the doorframe, enjoying the spectacle that was a non-composed Lestat.

"You were the one who said we could see other people, fuck whoever we pleased, as long as we returned to one another. So, what changed?"

Lestat whipped around to face you, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something deeper—something almost vulnerable. “What’s changed?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “What’s changed is that I didn’t expect to find someone draped all over you like a cheap coat, looking at you like you’re theirs to keep!”

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Isn't that how Antoinette sees you? A man who'd given her everything—even the Dark Gift?

The moment you mentioned Antoinette, you saw something flicker in his eyes, a brief flash of guilt that he quickly masked with renewed anger. “That’s different." Lestat shot back, his tone harsh, almost desperate. “I never let her think she had all of me. I never gave her what’s ours. She's just—”

“Just what, Lestat?” You interrupted, "Just a convenient distraction? Someone to keep you entertained when you’re bored with me? Or is she something more, something you don’t want to admit?”

“Don’t twist this around!” Lestat snapped. “You’re the one who brought this on! You’re the one who’s been pushing the boundaries, flaunting your little affairs in my face, acting like it doesn’t matter—”

“Maybe because it doesn’t!” You shot back, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "I asked you many times, Lestat, if this was what you wanted, and you said yes every single time. Why should I feel guilty when I'm finally enjoying myself?"

"Because I never thought you would!" Lestat roared, his voice echoing through the parlor. His eyes were wide, as if in disbelief at what he said, but there was no taking it back. “I didn’t think you’d actually let someone else get close to you—close enough to make me feel like I’m losing you.”

The parlor grew silent after Lestat’s revelation, and while you wanted to comfort your companion, a grimace tugged at your lips. He spoke of his fear of losing you, but you couldn’t help but think about his ongoing relationship with Antoinette. Despite being a distraction, Lestat had returned to her for a century. Meanwhile, none of your lovers had even lasted a week.

"You're a hypocrite, Lestat. You truly are. Just admit it, you don't want to lose control over me. I'm to stay at home, waiting at your beck and call while you're out fucking anything that catches your fancy!"

"That's not true—"

"Stop lying!" You interrupted him, patience wearing thin. This conversation wasn't supposed to go this deep, neither you nor Lestat were good at conveying emotions, but perhaps this was the time to put aside shame and bear it all. "Just tell me if you want to continue this arrangement or not. Be honest for once."

Lestat’s eyes widened, his struggle evident as he searched for the right words. “I—” He hesitated, his mind racing but his heart already knowing the answer. “I want you.” Seeing the confusion on your face, he took a deep breath and continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

“I want us to be together, without these complications and uncertainty. I'll end things with Antoinette, even dispose of her, if you desire, to prove my sincerity and love."

Smiling, you abandoned the doorway and walked toward your companion. While it had been amusing to see Lestat angry and out of his element, this display of vulnerability was even more compelling. Gently tracing his jaw with your fingertips, you leaned in and kissed him, your lips brushing against his in a tender, reassuring gesture.

Lestat's eyes fluttered closed, his initial surprise melting into a soft, almost relieved expression. “I hope you keep to your promises.” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin as you broke apart. Your arms were still wound around his waist, tightening when the vampire laughed with joy.

“Oh, for you, I’m willing to do anything.” 

[thelioncourts]

Trying to bring some positivity to your asks by asking about fics! You've mentioned writing some and I'm curious if you'd be willing to share anything about any of them. I've never read your work for other fandoms, but I saw some of them have a lot of views and kudos and comments and it makes me excited

Ah, thank you for the positivity! My inbox has not been this messy since I was in the throws of the SPN fandom lmao. Kind of forgot what it was like to have strangers scream at you for thoughts (though I have a lot of kindness in there too, don't mistake me, and I appreciate that we're all actually talking, it's important). But. Anyway!

YES. Fics. I have never written anything in Anne's world. One of my dearest friends (dollylux for my SPN folk) is, as some would know, an extremely dedicated and longterm fan of all things TVC and Anne. Like, I fully believe, in my heart, almost no one knows Anne better than she does. And she was scared to write in this world for so long, she didn't publish her first Loustat fic until 2018 so. I'm scared of them so so much.

But the show has given me more confidence in it! And I have. Quite a few ideas. One I need to keep fairly quiet because it will (probably) be my Big Bang, but the others -- I'll put them under the cut

So I will, predominantly, write AUs. That's just my thing, so keep that in mind (though I do have some show canon fics because ! so much we don't know).

Louis trying to get back at his homophobic family and he puts out an ad for a boyfriend for some family get together and, of course, Lestat answers :D chaos

Lestat not coming to New Orleans in 1910 and, instead, staying in Europe. But Louis comes to Paris in the 1920s, like the silent generation, and meets him there.

vampire-hunter!Louis x vampire!Lestat: Paul de Pointe du Lac has sworn he was being chased by a demon for months.  Louis, and the rest of the Pointe du Lacs, dismiss this given Paul’s track record with hearing things, seeing things, time in mental institutions, etc.  But when Louis walks in to a demon - a vampire - dropping Paul’s drained body to the floor, he sets out on a journey of vampire hunting in order to avenge his brother, one he feels immense guilt for as for never believing him.  It is on this journey that Louis will meet Lestat, a 200 year old vampire who is utterly enraptured by Louis.  And Louis, no matter how much he tries to not be, is equally enraptured. 

single-dad!louis au where louis, as the world's greatest dad (or trying to be), puts claudia in every sport/lesson/practice she ever wants or asks to be part of, but after an injury (broken arm in a volleyball game or sprained ankle playing soccer, etc.) so to combat his worrying-dad-anxiety he goes on to something new: music. cut to claudia being enrolled in piano lessons or violin lessons and when she shows great promise, her teacher approaches louis about a more. detail-oriented tutor. enter lestat. Alternatively: one of her friend's parents is putting said-friend in a local community theater production and claudia wants to do it too and becomes a local little star and is encouraged to do some kind of private summer theater camp or something. also enter lestat.

Loustat human au where louis is dating viktor de lioncourt. When he goes to meet viktor’s family at the chateau in France, he ends up meeting and falling for, instead, viktor’s father.

There are a few others, but namely there is one that I'm working on right now and I hope to start posting in the next couple of weeks so I'm going to hold off on talking about it.

[toscrollperchancetomeme]

Lestat de Lioncourt - A playlist

So, guess who made a Lestat Playlist (like there aren't enough already) and decided to sit down for 4-6 hours to find some excerpt corresponding with each song? Featuring 80s and 90s music (clearly showing my age...) as well as many european songs and showtunes. Enjoy!

1. Cathedrals – Ramin Karimloo (Original by Jump, Little Children)

In the cathedrals of New York and Rome There is a feeling that you should just go home And spend the lifetime finding out just where that is

And that was not a good year for me. I was wandering aimlessly. I was sick of things. I was furious with myself that the „beauty“ of life wasn't sustaining me, wasn't making my loneliness bearable.

I wanted to join them. Always do want to join them and never do. „Go home,“ he whispered. - Prince Lestat

(I actually feel like there are quotes that would correspond to this song in every one of the books and indeed have not yet found any other song that captures the general spirit of The Vampire Chronicles as perfectly.)

2. Edge of Seventeen – Stevie Nicks

Well, I went today Maybe I will go again tomorrow Yeah yeah, well, the music there Well, it was hauntingly familiar Well, I see you doing what I try to do for me With the words from a poet and a voice from a choir And a melody, and nothing else mattered

He sat next to me, hugging me and asking me why I was crying, and though I couldn't tell him, I could see that he was overwhelmed that his music had produced this effect. There was no sarcasm or bitterness in him now. I think he carried me home that night. And the next morning I was standing in the crooked stone street in front of his father's shop, tossing pebbles up at his window. When he stuck his head out, I said: „Do you want to come down and go on with our conversation?“ - The Vampire Lestat

3. I ain't scared of lightning – Tom McRae

No I ain't scared of lightning And thunder never killed I was born in a summer storm and I live there still

I wasn't part of the world that cringed at such things. And with a smile, I realized that I was of that dark ilk that makes others cringe. Slowly and with great pleasure, I laughed.

And the labor that brought it forth was rapture such as I have never known. - The Vampire Lestat

4. Junge Roemer – Falco (Young Romans – Full Translation)

Don't ask for new old values See white light, see only feeling The night is ours till morning We play every game Don't ever let this journey end The doing comes only from the being Only from dimensions, that Are worth illusions and sensations Give me more, give me more, give me more...

... and again she laughed. „Ah, but we are splendid devils, aren't we?“ „Hunters of the Savage Garden,“ I said. „Then let's go into Paris,“ she said. - The Vampire Lestat

5. Running up that hill – Candy Says (Original by Kate Bush

If I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building,

„Not even with Nicolas?“ „No, god, no!“ I looked at her. She nodded slightly as if she approved of this answer. „Why not with Nicolas?“ she asked. I wanted this to stop. „Because he's young,“ I said, „and he has life before him.“ - The Vampire Lestat

6. Florence – Notre Dame de Paris (Full Translation)

The little things always triumph over the large And literature will kill architecture The school books will kill the cathedrals The Bible will kill the Church, and man will kill God This will kill that

„I never lived in it. I push against the glass. But how do I get in?“ „I can't tell you that,“ I said. „You have to study this age,“ Gabrielle interrupted. Her voice was calm but commanding. He looked towards her as she spoke. „You have to understand the age,“ she continued, „through its literature and its music and its art. You have come up out of the earth, as you yourself put it. Now live in the world.“ No answer from him. Flash of Nicki's ravaged flat with all its books on the floor. Western civilization in heaps. - The Vampire Lestat

7. Go your own way – Fleetwood Mac

Loving you isn't the right thing to do How can I ever change things that I feel

If I could maybe I'd give you my world How can I when you won't take it from me

You can go your own way You can call it another lonely day

„Keep your promise,“ she said. And quite suddenly I knew this was our last moment. I knew it and I could do nothing to change it. „Gabrielle!“ I whispered. But she was already gone. - The Vampire Lestat

8. Désenchantée – Olympe (Original by Myléne Farmer - Full Translation)

If death is a mystery Life isn't exactly tender If heaven has a hell Then heaven can still wait for me Tell me how to handle this headwind Nothing makes sense anymore, nothing's fine

Laughter. That insane music. That din, that dissonance, that never ending shrill articulation of the meaninglessness... Am I awake? Am I asleep? I am sure of one thing. I am a monster. And because I lie in torment in the earth, certain human beings move on through the narrow pass of life unmolested. - The Vampire Lestat

9. A kind of magic – Queen

The bell that rings inside your mind Is challenging the doors of time It's a kind of magic The waiting seems eternity The day will dawn of sanity

And quite completely I understood that it was looking for me, this sound, it was seeking me out.

Blood like light itself, liquid fire.

It seemed beneath the roar of the flow he spoke. He said again: „Drink, my young one, my wounded one.“ I felt his heart swell, his body undulate, and we were sealed against each other. I think I heard myself say: „Marius.“ And he answered: „Yes.“ - The Vampire Lestat

10. La quête – Bruno Pelletier (French version of „The Impossible Dream“ from Man of La Mancha)

To try when your arms are too weary To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest To follow that star Ooh, no matter how hopeless No matter how far

I would remain in New Orleans if New Orleans could only manage to remain. Whatever I suffered should be lessened in this lawless place, whatever I craved should give me more pleasure once I had it in my grasp. And there were moments on that first night in this fetid little paradise when I prayed that in spite of all my secret power, I was somehow kin to every mortal man. - The Vampire Lestat

11. Wicked Game – Chris Isaak

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

Yet Louis gained a hold over me far more powerful than Nicolas had ever had. Even in his cruelest moments, Louis touched the tenderness in me, seducing me with his staggering dependence, his infatuation with my every gesture and every spoken word. - The Vampire Lestat

12. Do I disappoint you – Rufus Wainwright

Do I disappoint you, in just being human? And not one of the elements that you can light your cigar on Why does it always have to be fire? Why does it always have to be brimstone?

„And suppose the vampire who made you knew nothing, and the vampire before him knew nothing, and so it goes back and back, nothing proceeding from nothing, until there is nothing! And we must live with the knowledge that there is no knowledge!“ „Yes!“ he cried out suddenly, his hands out, his voice tinged with something other than anger.

And then I sensed it. He was afraid. Lestat afraid. - Interview with the Vampire

13. Ordinary World – Duran Duran

What has happened to it all? Crazy, some'd say Where is the life that I recognize? Gone away

But I won't cry for yesterday There's an ordinary world Somehow I have to find And as I try to make my way To the ordinary world I will learn to survive

I do not remember when it became the twentieth century, only that everything was uglier and darker, and the beauty I'd known in the old eighteenth-century days seemed more than ever some kind of fanciful idea. - The Vampire Lestat

14. I'm still standing – Taron Egerton (Original by Elton John)

And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use And did you think this fool could never win? Well look at me, I'm coming back again

But after the third night up, I was roaring around New Orleans on a big black Harley-Davidson motorcycle making plenty of noise myself. […] I was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground. - The Vampire Lestat

15. Catch my fall – Billy Idol

I have the time so I will sing, yeah I'm just a boy but I will win, yeah Lost song of lovers, fellow travelers, yeah Leave me sad and hollow out of words

It could happen to you so think for yourself If I should stumble, catch my fall, yeah

I've survived, obviously. I wouldn't be talking to you if I hadn't. And the cosmic dust has finally settled; and the small rift in the world's fabric of rational beliefs has been mended, or at least closed. I'm a little sadder for all of it, and a little meaner and a little more conscientious as well. - The Queen of the Damned

16. I want it all – Queen

I'm a man with a one track mind So much to do in one lifetime (people do you hear me) Not a man for compromise and where's and why's and living lies So I'm living it all, yes I'm living it all And I'm giving it all, and I'm giving it all

It is not enough any longer that my little rock band be successful. We must create a fame that will carry my name and my voice to the remotest parts of the world. - The Vampire Lestat

17. Let me entertain you – Robbie Williams

Hell is gone and heaven's here There's nothing left for you to fear Shake your arse come over here Now scream

I'm a burning effigy Of everything I used to be You're my rock of empathy, my dear

So come on let me entertain you

"I AM THE VAMPIRE LESTAT!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as I stepped way back from the microphone, and the sound was almost visible as it arched over the length of the oval theater, and the voice of the crowd rose even higher, louder, as if to devour the ringing sound. - The Vampire Lestat

18. La bien qui fait mal – Mozart l'Opera Rock (Full translation)

I can feel a violent urge I feel like I'm sliding towards the ground If I don't find out where this plague is coming from I adore having it under my skin Bewitched by mad ideas Suddenly all my cravings take off The desire becomes my prison Until I loose my mind

Yet I was in her arms in this chilling darkness, in the familiar scent of winter, and her blood was mine again, and it was enslaving me. When she drew away, I felt agony. - The Queen of the Damned

19. Tainted Love – Soft Cell

And you think love is to pray But I'm sorry I don't pray that way Once I ran to you Now I'll run from you This tainted love you've given I give you all a boy could give you Take my tears and that's not living, oh

„What do you think I am that I am so easily swayed? I was born a Queen. I have always ruled; even from the shrine I ruled." Her eyes were glazed suddenly. I heard the voices, a dull hum rising. "I ruled if only in legend; if only in the minds of those who came to me and paid me tribute. Princes who played music for me; who brought me offerings and prayers. What do you want of me now? That for you, I renounce my throne, my destiny!" What answer could I make? - The Queen of the Damned

20. Dancing in the Dark – Ruth Moody (Original by Bruce Springsteen)

They say you gotta stay hungry Hey baby, I'm just about starvin' tonight I'm dyin' for some action I'm sick of sittin' 'round here tryin' to write this book I need a love reaction Come on now, baby, gimme just one look

"I want you to put the book aside and come join us," he said. "You've been locked in here for over a month." "I go out now and then," I said. I liked looking at him, at the neon blue of his eyes.

"Do you love me now?" I asked. He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. "Yes," he said. "Want to go on a little adventure?" My heart was thudding suddenly. It would be so grand if- "Want to break the new rules?" "What in the world do you mean?" he whispered. - The Queen of the Damned

21. I want you – Savage Garden

Oh, I want you, I don't know if I need you But oh, I would die to find out

"You don't think you'll be back?" he asked. "I think you will, whether I call or not." Another little surprise. A little stab of humiliation. I smiled at him in spite of myself. He was a very interesting man. "You silver-tongued British bastard," I said. "How dare you say that to me with such condescension? Maybe I should kill you right now."

I thought of David Talbot's face, and that moment when he'd challenged me. Well, maybe he was right. I'd be back. Who said I couldn't come back and talk to him if I wanted to? - The Queen of the Damned

22. Lay your hands on me – Bon Jovi

I'm a fighter, I'm a poet, I'm a preacher I've been to school, oh baby, I've been the teacher If you show me how to get up off the ground I can show you how to fly and never ever come back down

I sat down on the bed beside him. And then I bent down and kissed his face again gently, as I had in New Orleans, liking the feel of his roughly shaven beard, just as I liked that sort of thing when I was really Lestat and I would soon have that strong masculine blood inside. I moved closer to him, when suddenly he grasped my hand, and I felt him gently push me away. „Why, David?“ I asked him. He didn't answer. He lifted his right hand and brushed my hair back out of my eyes. „I don't know,“ he whispered. „I can't. I simply can't.“ - The Tale of the Body Thief

23. 20th Century Boy – Placebo (Original by T-Rex)

I move like a cat, charge like a ram Sting like a bee, babe, I wanna be your man, hey!

He drew back with a speed that astonished me, cleaving to the wall. „Don't do this, Lestat.“ „Don't fight me, old friend. You waste your effort. You have a long night of discovery ahead.“ - The Tale of the Body Thief

24. Way down we go – KALEO

Oh, Father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Whoa, we get what we deserve And way down we go

„In chains, to my friend and my scribe, I dictated these words. Come with me. Just listen to me. Don't leave me alone.“ - Memnoch the Devil

25. Personal Jesus – Depeche Mode

Reach out, touch faith

"Don't tell me," Gabrielle said slurringly, "that it's a matter of faith." She sneered and shook her head. "You come like doubting Thomas to thrust your bloody fangs in the very wound." "Oh, stop, please, I beg you," I whispered. I put up my hands. "Let me try, and let him hurt me, and then be satisfied, and turn away." - The Vampire Armand

26. Papillon – Editors

Darling Just don't put down your guns yet If there really was a God here He'd have raised a hand by now Now darling You're born, get old, then die here Well that's quite enough for me We'll find our own way home somehow

"And if I spill my blood down into this coffin now," Lestat asked her, "what do you think will come back? Do you think it will be our Louis that will rise in these burnt rags? What if it's not, chérie, what if it's some wounded revenant that we must destroy?" "Choose life, Lestat," she said. - Merrick

27. Sunday Light – Choir Boy

Why, why, why, are you silent on the ride home? I'd love to see the temple with you Heavenly and bright, golden angel twisted scathing You were one of us, one of us, one of us, you were one of us

"Then come, Little Brother, take me to where you want to talk," he said, and I felt the soft squeeze of his fingers on my arm. "Why are you so kind to me?" I asked him. "You're used to people being paid to do it, aren't you?" he asked. - Blackwood Farm

28. Für mich solls rote Rosen regnen – Hildegard Knef (It should rain red roses for me - Full translation)

It should rain red roses for me All wonders should encounter me The world should rearrange itself And keep its worries to itself

I want to be a saint. I want to save souls by the millions. I want to do good far and wide. I want to fight evil! I want my life-sized statue in every church. I'm talking six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes- Wait a second. Do you know who I am? - Blood Canticle

29. Constant Craving – K. D. Lang

Even through the darkest phase Be it thick or thin Always someone marches brave Here beneath my skin And constant craving Has always been

I was hunting, thirsting though I didn't need to drink, at the mercy of the craving, the deep agonizing lust for heated pumping human blood. - Prince Lestat

30. Kalte Sterne – Jan Ammann (Cold Stars from the musical Ludwig² - Full translation)

Get up, ride home, on your horse, through your land Across the morning with your reins trailing behind you Build a castle like a dream, build it with mighty hands And it shall be named „future“

Build a castle like a dream Up from the ashes and close to the heavens Build a castle like a dream And realise the future as king

If we wanted to survive, if we wanted to inherit the millenia […] then we had to meet the future with respect as well as courage and count fear and selfishness to be small things. - Prince Lestat and the realms of Atlantis

31. C'est une belle journée – Mylene Farmer (Full translation)

I'm going to bed To bite eternity With my mouth wide open It's a beautiful day

And I felt the cold numbing shell of alienation and despair which had imprisoned me all of my life among the Undead – I felt that shell cracked, broken, and dissolved utterly into infinitesimal fragments. - Blood Communion

32. Princes of the Universe – Queen

Fly the moon and reach for the stars With my sword and head held high Got to pass the test first time, yeah I know that people talk about me, I hear it every day But I can prove them wrong 'cause I'm right first time

„I know that you meant full well to bring Rhoshamandes down, of course you did. But you had no way of knowing that you could. And no one would have predicted that you could. And with the willingness to die, you gave yourself over into his hands... and you disarmed him and destroyed him.“ – Blood Communion

And finally, because I can, a bonus track:

33. Primadonna – MARINA

And I'm sad to the core, core, core Every day is a chore, chore, chore When you give, I want more, more, more I wanna be adored

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

Could we get a continuation on the proposal head cannon with wedding head cannon

(A/N): Here you go, hun. I hope you’ll like these headcanons

Miranda Vanderbilt:

○ If you think you’re not getting the most expensive wedding in the entire universe, you’re wrong.

○ Miranda is a princess who wants everything to be perfect and traditional, so she’s gonna get what she wants.

○ That means classic cake, classic white dress, ‘90s dance hits, and abundance of food and a pretty venue… but all of it upgraded to an even higher level.

○ And you know some of her servants have died because of minor mistakes

○ The wedding is obviously going to happen back into her palace, with her royal family and subjects.

○ Of course, your own family and friends are invited, because she wants you to be happy too.

○ You and Miranda spend the whole morning separated because she takes this very seriously and doesn’t want to bring your wedding any bad luck.

○ “We can’t see each other yet! Or else the universe will doomed us!”

○ You find it rather cute, and so despite wanting to see her and hold her close, you do what she says and prepare in another room than hers.

○ Her serfs are the one doing your hair and makeup, and they’re doing an amazing job at it.

○ It doesn’t take long for you to start stressing about everything, because it’s the happiest day of your life and anything could go wrong.

○ But every worry disappears when you see her in her white dress, her eyes sparkling brighter than the sun.

○ You’re not even scared by her father accompanying her beside her, because all you can see is her.

○ And when you both say “I do”, you couldn’t be happier.

○ She cries when you say your vows, and she barely manages to say hers.

○ It’s a very traditional wedding, but it’s the most beautiful one that had ever existed.

○ And thanks to Miranda, you have ten photo albums to remember it together.

Damien LaVey:

○ You already know that this wedding is gonna happen in Hell, so it’s not gonna be a normal one.

○ Damien loves dark and creepy things, and maybe you do too, so the wedding’s theme is gonna be dark and absolutely amazing.

○ No torturing happening around as to not disturb anything, because Damien might love torturing souls, but he loves you more.

○ Although… torturing souls might be part of one of the reception’s activities… but shhh

○ The classic wedding song where you march towards your future spouse is definitely played in a metal genre, because why the hell not?

○ Also your wedding dress is a dark black that matches perfectly with Damien’s tuxedo (if you’re wearing a dress, that is).

○ It’s a dress (or tuxedo) that he helped you picked out because he has a great sense of style and there’s no way he’s gonna let his other half walk around wearing garbage.

○ So yeah, he doesn’t care about the bad and good luck myths of weddings.

○ “I’m the Prince of Hell, babe. Our wedding is gonna go exactly like we planned it or I’ll lose it.”

○ He’s the one who did your hair and makeup, which almost took forever because he wanted it to be perfect in both his and your eyes, but you’re really glad you got to spend most of the morning with him.

○ One of his dads happily marched with you, and the other one took care of binding your souls together.

○ Yes. Binding your souls. This is a hardcore version of marriage, you have to deal with it.

○ You’re more than glad though, because you couldn’t imagine binding your soul to anyone else and neither does he.

○ It’s a wedding that everyone will remember, not only because of how different and edgy it is, but also because of how much love you two showed each other.

Scott Howl:

○ Your wedding would be big and somewhere in the outdoors, preferably in the woods, because Scott’s family is absolutely gigantic and every single one of the members is a werewolf.

○ It’s something that you had anticipated in the preparation of the wedding, along with the menu that you knew would need to be very meaty because of them, and so your wedding was perfectly arranged to welcome a hundred of hungry werewolves.

○ Scott was very grateful that you didn’t complain about the things you had to do because of his family, and you could see that he was very happy with everything you had done.

○ Because let’s face it, Scott wouldn’t be able to help you prepare the wedding properly.

○ Why? Probably because he would lose his concentration after five seconds and go play with a random butterfly he spotted earlier.

○ But you love him and you know he wants to help, so you include him in every little thing you have to do without actually expecting him to do any work.

○ And despite all the struggle to get it done…

○ … everything was worth it in the end.

○ You felt so happy when you finally marched towards your one true love, the forest welcoming you with bright colors and an amazing smell while the sun felt warm against your skin.

○ But the best part was seeing Scott looking right back at you, a wide smile on his lips while his eyes watered in happiness.

○ Everything was absolutely perfect, even with his cousins whistling and screaming at you two to just kiss already (even though you haven’t even started the ceremony yet), and the whole crowd erupted in huge acclamations when you did kiss.

○ Then the whole wedding turned to this huge family party with lots of wine and upbeat music, the children chasing after each other in a wild game of tag.

○ But you didn’t care, because those people were now your family too.

○ And you couldn’t be happier to be part of Scott’s future.

Liam de Lioncourt:

○ You were already so happy that Liam wanted to marry you despite how cliché it was, you didn’t want to give him something that would make him feel uncomfortable.

○ So you crossed the ‘big princess wedding’ off of your list and instead prepared a small one with him, with only a few members of your families and friends.

○ You didn’t mind that at all, because you’ve proved each other multiple times that your love is your own, and you have absolutely nothing to prove to anyone.

○ And big or a small wedding isn’t gonna change the fact that you’re promising to love each other for eternity.

○ But Liam knows you always wanted a beautiful wedding, and so he rents a small venue and actually invests time with you into picking flowers and colors.

○ It’s a beautiful compromise between the two of you so that you can both be happy with it.

○ The fact that it’s a small wedding makes it all so much more intimate and special to the two of you.

○ You were so beautiful to his eyes that Liam felt compelled to compliment you the whole day, without caring about how lovey-dovey he might have sound.

○ It’s his wedding day, it’s the one day he gets to be as romantic and cliché as he wants without getting judged.

○ Also, Liam is lowkey the best dancer in the entire universe and you have difficulties to follow him sometimes

○ While your friends are getting drunk at the reception, you would probably sneak out without getting noticed to have some alone time, and go to a secret spot where you had one of your first dates.

○ It’s just a cute and adorable wedding that warms both of your heart, no matter how hard you might cringe in a couple of hundred years.

Polly Geist:

○ You didn’t get a chance to say one word about the type of wedding you wanted that Polly already screamed something:

○ “Let’s have a beach wedding!”

○ She then went on to all the good things that come with a beach wedding: first off, a beach, then the ocean, also the bright and warm sun, and finally, the huge possibility to make the most amazing beach party of all the time.

○ It didn’t take long for you to agree with her (mostly because you knew she wouldn’t stop talking about it if you didn’t agree), and the two of you went on to prepare the wedding.

○ Somehow Polly’s the one who takes care of almost everything.

○ She’s very passionate about your upcoming wedding and she wants it to be absolutely perfect for both you and her.

○ Though, she hides it with well-played jokes, but you always manage to see right through her.

○ You think it’s sweet that she cares so much, and you trust her with all of your heart, so you let her manage everything.

○ Turns out she prepared the most beautiful beach wedding you could ever ask for, both of you holding hands the whole time the judge was marrying you.

○ You loved feeling the breeze in your hair and smelling the salty water, but what you loved the most was the passion in Polly’s eyes.

○ She actually becomes a blushy mess when she says her vows, scared that she’s gonna mess it up.

○ It’s so adorable, you can’t help but give her lips a small kiss.

○ “Wait, you’re not married yet!”

○ That outburst from the judge made everyone laugh.

○ But it cheers you hear when you finally share a passionate kiss.

○ Then music had blaster all around and people with trays full of drinks arrived.

○ “Hell yeah! Now let’s get this party started!”

Vera Oberlin:

○ Let’s be clear, she’s the one who took charge of everything.

○ This is her wedding, it’s gonna be as perfect as she wants it to be.

○ Of course you reminded her that it’s your wedding too, and so she included you in some of the wedding stuff.

○ But you know she loves you and wants your happiness, so you were a hundred percent sure you would love the wedding she’s planning.

○ And you were right.

○ Much like Damien, the wedding’s theme is very dark.

○ The decoration is a Victorian-style exploiting somber colors, and sinister music is played during the ceremony.

○ She can tell you really like it and she’s so glad.

○ Also, very much like Liam, it’s a rather small wedding, which doesn’t surprise you.

○ Because Vera made a lot of enemies in the past and doesn’t want any of them to ruin her day.

○ But also because she doesn’t know a lot of people she would want to share this incredible moment with.

○ Aside from you, her family and a couple of friends, there’s no need for anyone else.

○ She says her vows first, like she told you when she proposed, and you can’t help but cry at them.

○ It makes her feel proud because she worked really hard on her vows, but also, she’s happy that she managed to make you feel all of her love for you.

○ She also almost cries when you say yours.

○ Almost.

○ It might be her wedding day, but she’s still Vera Oberlin and she will not cry in front of people.

○ The wedding ends up being sinisterly beautiful, and you wouldn’t trade it for any other wedding in the world.

○ Because it’s a wedding where you get to have Vera as your wife, and that’s the only thing you could ever ask for.

[swan--writes]

Hi!! Idk if you're taking requests right now cuz I know you have a lot of song fics still (take your time, each one is a blessing), but if there's any room in your brain could we have a Dewey or Beej encouraging a reader who's interviewing for a job and is nervous about starting the new job/leaving their old job? No worries if the answer is no! I really enjoy your writing, regardless if you take the request or not. Thank you and you're doing amazing!! 💕

I hope it’s not too late for this! I’ve been pretty deep in Dewey-Land, so I used him for this and I’m kinda glad I did. He’s such a soft boi, I love him, and I’m excited to have a non-songfic request for him! I think this is my first one 🤗

(Also, it’s pretty safe to assume that most of what I post is barely edited. I’m so sorry.)

Words: ~1,135

It had been ages since your last interview. At least, it felt that way. That was one of the reasons you were doing this – your job had taken decades away from you in the small handful of years you had had it. It was time to move on.

Fortunately, the years in your current soul-sucking occupation had given you a fair amount of experience to add to your resumé. You knew that you were a good candidate, and that your future boss, whoever they were, needed to be someone who recognized that. If your interviewers today were unable to recognize your talent and qualifications, they were not the employers for you. That wasn’t the problem.

“Hey, you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” Even as you asked, you felt the tension in your jaw.

Without telling you, Dewey reached over and set his hand atop your knee to still the bouncing of your leg. You glanced at him sheepishly. “Relax,” he told you.

“Sorry,” you muttered, returning to your toast. “I’m just nervous.”

“Why, though? You sounded so confident last night.”

That was true. With your good luck pajama set on (it was purple and white and, in Dewey’s words, ‘adorable’), your hair completely out of your face, and your alarms thoroughly checked, you had settled into bed last night confident that you knew how to talk to people and, more importantly, how to come across as competent and resourceful.

It was only once you had sat down to breakfast that you realized these had been barefaced lies.

Now your hair was styled and shiny and tickling your forehead in a more maddening way than you had ever thought possible. Your suit was uncomfortable and seemed both excessive and inadequate for the interview. You had managed to get out of bed on time, primarily because you had hardly slept. Ten minutes before your first alarm was meant to ring, Dewey – without opening his eyes – had asked if you were ready to get up, or if you wanted to keep tossing and turning. You were apologetic, but relieved that you finally had an excuse to get out of bed.

Though you were now dressed and ready to go, you felt poorly rested and uncomfortable. How were you supposed to interview like this?

“I felt confident last night,” you told your partner. “Now I kinda feel like three shots, a beer, and two hours of sleep.”

Dewey sucked a breath in through his teeth. “That bad, huh?” You gave him a confirming grimace. “That sounds like my first day of teaching, and I already had the job.”

“Well–”

“So, whadda you think the problem is?” Dewey asked stiffly, cutting you off. He didn’t need reminding that he had been a mess last year. Frankly, he was still a bit of a mess, but now he was your mess. “Do you think you won’t get the job today?”

You held your toast, tapping it with your fingertips, but not eating it. “I don’t know. Mostly, I think I’m just nervous about quitting.”

“Why? You’ve been wanting to leave for months.”

“I don’t know, rose-tinted goggles?” Dewey frowned, his mouth full of scrambled eggs. “Like, I wanna leave, but I’m also scared to talk to my boss, which is making me think that maybe she’s not so bad so I can justify to myself why I should just stay, even though I know I shouldn’t…” You let the sentence hang, not wanting to start rambling. “Disrupting the status quo sucks.” You gave up on your toast and took a swig of your juice.

Dewey was clearly trying to think of something to say. Ever since you had officially started dating, you had noticed that Dewey understood you in a way that none of your previous partners had. He usually knew what you were feeling and what you were thinking. He could often finish your sentences, though he only did it when he was excited. He always knew how to make you laugh, even when that was the only thing he could do to make you feel better. You could tell that, this morning, he was at a bit of a loss.

“You said that you know you should leave, though, right?” he asked slowly.

“Well, yeah, but the job itself isn’t actually that bad.”

“But you don’t wanna do it anymore?”

You twisted your mouth to the side, but answered honestly. “No, I don’t.”

“So, you wanna do something new, that totally makes sense.”

“But how do I tell my boss that?” you asked, your fingers twisting together under the table. Mostly, you were trying to keep yourself from moving Dewey’s hand from your knee so you could go back to bouncing your leg.

“Babe, just tell her the truth.” There was a small smile on Dewey’s lips, as if he were stating the obvious. Objectively, you knew he probably was. But telling your boss outright that you didn’t want to work for her anymore felt like telling a volcano that there was this really lovely bakery down the block that you very much enjoyed, so could it please not explode until you had had enough croissants? “You wanna use some of your mad skills that you haven’t been able to use, and you found somewhere else that you can do that.”

“But what if I don’t get the job?” you asked in a small voice.

“Then we keep looking until you find one.”

You frowned. “‘We?’”

Dewey’s smile both grew and softened, and you felt his thumb stroking your knee. You laid a hand atop his and squeezed. He squeezed your knee in turn. “I got your back, babe. No matter what. You know that.” He gave your knee a playful shove before removing his hand and resting it on the table, now holding yours. “Even if you get laughed out of your interview by an even worse manager than the one you have now.”

“My boss isn’t that bad, she–” Dewey gave you a look over the top of his glass. “…she’s just tense,” you grumbled, noting that for the first time since last night, you actually felt settled. “Anyway, I should get going. I think I’m a lot less likely to be laughed out of the interview if I actually show up on time.”

“Eh, being on time is overrated.”

You smiled and shook your head. “Okay, Dew.” You stood and carried your plate to the sink. When you returned to the table to grab your things, you leaned over and gave Dewey a short kiss. “I’ll see you later.”

No sooner had you turned your back than Dewey slapped your ass. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“Dew!” you admonished, still heading for the door. Dewey’s half-snigger, half-cackle followed you out of the apartment.

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