#i don't know why it got de-synced by whatever

[wwillywonka]

SPOCK: CHILD OF TWO WORLDS

[that-is-right]

New Fic: Not Coming Home

Relationship: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Rating: Mature Main tags: Post Season 2, Getting Back Together, Rock Star Lestat de Lioncourt, Trans Lestat de Lioncourt, Hurt/Comfort Words: 8,787

Louis returns to Lestat after discovering the truth about Armand's involvement in the play. The rebuilding of their relationship is a slow one, occurring in fits and starts. The process of two hearts learning to beat in sync again is not an easy one, and sometimes you need a little Maroon 5 to help ease it along.

I actually finished this a couple weeks ago, but it turns out the tummy ache I had while editing and posting was my appendix exploding. I had to go to the hospital before I got a chance to post about it.

Anyway! It's here on AO3, and a little taste below:

Louis' next visit to New Orleans coincides with one of Lestat's concerts. She'd be an idiot to think that was a coincidence. Louis walks into Lestat's dressing room right as Larry comes down her throat.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Louis asks.

Lestat pulls back and wipes her mouth on her sleeve. "Pissing off my vocal coach, probably. Why?"

Ignoring Larry entirely, Louis grabs her arm and yanks her out of the room, pulling her out into the corridor. Lestat is vaguely aware of the sleeve of her shirt protesting as Louis manhandles her. He crowds Lestat up against the wall.

"What are you doing?" Lestat snaps. "At least rip my shirt somewhere exciting."

"So, what, you're fucking your bandmates now?" Louis asks, a familiar fire in his eyes.

"Yes? I had thought that was obvious."

"Seriously?"

"You have made it perfectly clear that you are not ready to be in a relationship."

"We aren't ready for that."

"You can't decide that for me, Louis. You aren't ready, that is fine. But you don't get to tell me how I feel."

"I'm not trying to—"

"The last time we saw each other, you said to me, and I quote, 'Do whatever you want, I don't care'."

"I didn't mean this!" Louis throws his hands up. "Are you serious? Fucking around with anyone who will stand still for long enough?"

"I don't have time for you right now," Lestat says. She doesn't like fighting like this. It's going to make her cry, which in turn is going to ruin her makeup. She doesn't like ruining her makeup with tears unless it's for a fun reason, like sucking someone's cock. "I have to get ready to perform. Enjoy the show, Louis."

She is already walking away before he can reply, rushing down the corridor that takes her towards the stage. There is still time before they're on, but Louis probably doesn't know that. Once she finds an empty corridor she spends a few minutes just pacing back and forth, stewing in her rage.

How dare Louis? And after their last conversation, in which he specifically told her he didn't care what she was doing! Lestat kicks the wall, misjudging both her own strength and the strength of the wall as her foot goes clean through it. She yanks it back, scattering chunks of drywall on the floor. She needs an outlet, or she's going to explode and do something stupid like tell Louis to get fucked in front of a crowd of approximately 70,000 fans.

Actually... now that she thinks about it, that sounds like a great idea. There isn't time to write anything new, so she might just have to borrow something from someone. She racks her brain for a moment and then pulls out her phone to look up breakup playlists on Spotify.

Check out the rest on AO3!