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stvolanis · 3 months ago

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TOO SWEET

PAIRINGS: the vampire Louis De Pointe Du Lac x Fem! Mortal! OC

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of blood, blood consumption, alcohol consumption, mentions of killing, mention of Lestat, no Claudia, reader is perceived as innocent, age gap, OC being turned into a vampire, inaccurate timeline probably, YES I USED LINES FROM THE SONG DONT HATE ON MY GRIND.

NSFW WARNINGS: light choking, biting, sir kink, manhandling, blood, fingering, making out, p in v, creampie, praise, overstimulation, power play, slight corruption kink? Idk

The year was 1925, 15 years after Louis had been turned into a godforsaken vampire, doomed to the harsh life of an unwilling immortality of lies and betrayal.

The dark gift was taking, the worst of its flaws and punishments being that every night you woke and walked amongst the living. The bitter feeling of no longer being mortal, and forgetting what it was once like to be a regular human amongst the crowd, rather than a predator picking out its prey in the sea of flesh.

Day after day, party after party, body after body—to be short, it was a routine. A boring one, at that.

He noticed her dress first, long and drug behind her. Baby pink in color, with periwinkle and a flamingo pink shade of flowers adorning the fabric. Diamonds glistened under the light of the expensive chandelier, and her white gloved hands reached for a deep red champagne—the vibrancy he imagined her blood would be.

A long white feather sprouted out from her mass of curls, a dark chocolate with an odd singular strip of white rooted at the front of her hair, framing her face. Where her white strand of hair was rooted almost melted down onto her face, a pale patch of skin on her forehead stood out.

Her face was decorated in moles, almost perfectly hand placed by God herself. Lips plump, parted as his enhanced hearing heard every soft breath that passed. The gentle rise and fall of her chest as she scanned the room, oblivious to the bright eyes staring at her.

She was out of place. He knew that she knew she didn’t belong in a place like this, but that only lead to the question of why she was here, in a room of people money and sex hungry. The complete opposite of her.

Her voice echoed in his head, and he couldn’t help but let out a laugh. ‘I wonder if there’s cake. This drink is awful.’ How sweet. In a room of smoke and drunken men, she’s worried about eating cake.

The dark angel lurked against the walls of the extravagant room, looking at the beauty in every angle possible. A lamb. His lamb. So pure, unbeknownst to the evils around each corner she turned. ‘What is your name, girl?’ He spoke, using his mind as communication.

He visibly saw her freeze. Like her heart stopped beating in her body—not yet. Her heart would not yet stop beating. “What?” She replied, aloud, desperately looking around the room to match the voice to a face—till her eyes stopped on him.

Their eyes connected. Heat rose through her in a fiery roar, curiosity and conflict dancing in her eyes with the smallest hint of fear. Fear was normal. Humans lived off of fear, it’s was the reason for everything if you peeled away enough layers.

‘You’ve found me’ Louis smiled. She felt her heart begin to beat again. Her hands balled into fists against her dress, a wad of fabric curled into a ball. ‘How are you doing this?’ She asked, eye contact between the two never once being broken.

‘Come.’ Was all he replied. He left the large room full of lousy people, around the corridors, and out through the back. He was met with a dark alley, a rather clean one—still boxes scattered around, though. Humans we’re filthy. Like toddlers who didn’t know how to clean up after themselves.

She followed behind him till they were standing mere feet apart from each other outside in the privacy of the night. “Who are you?” She finally spoke after a long moment of silence.

“I am whatever you perceive me as. Most call me the devil.” He chuckled. The first few years after his changing, he took offense to it. Hated being called it. Pondered if he really was the Devil. He knows he isn’t now. Farthest from it.

“You’re too handsome to be considered such” she smiled, two dimples. She was genuine, not a hint of lie detected in her speech. “I ain’t got nothin’ on you.” He replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets nervously—nervously? How peculiar.

Louis felt like a schoolboy all over again. Giddy at the compliment she gave, flush rising to his cheeks faintly over her eyes pondering over his existence. “What is your name?” She asked, her head tilted ever so slightly.

“Louis De Pointe Du Lac.” He said, pridefully. She thought for a moment—“my daddy used to go to that place you own, I’m not sure what it’s called?—” she said, urging him to finish her thought. “The Azalea. My money maker.” A charming smile graced his face.

“Maybe I should go sometime.” She said, a cheeky smile playing at her lips. Louis let out a breath of air as he softly shook his head. “Nah, that’s not the place for you, baby”

“Yeah? then what is the place for me, Mr. du Lac?” She whispered, glancing down at the bottom of her dresses as she nervously fiddled with her fingers behind her back. His hand found her chin, lifting her head to do their eyes could once again meet.

“Bright as the morning, aren’t you?” He whispered back. His voice was laced with desire, yet he was holding himself back. Louis was in fear, for the first time in a long time. He was fearful to taint the aura of innocence the damsel carried around with her. He didn’t want to have to be the one to burst her bubble. But somewhere inside of him did.

“What are you, Mr. du Lac?” She said, her tone more serious than before as her eyes swirled with curiosity. But after all, it was curiosity that killed the cat. “I’m a vampire.” He replied calmy, like it was an every day occurrence. She giggled.

“Oh yeah, then where are your fangs?” She teased. Louis quirked a brow, taken aback for a moment. His mouth opened large enough for her to watch as his fangs protruded—white, and sharp. She brought her finger to the tip of his tooth, pricking her finger.

Crimson spilled from her small wound, and her scent clouded his mind. He couldn’t have her like this—not yet. It wasn’t her time still. Louis couldn’t help himself as he gently grabbed her wrist, holding it in place as his tongue met with the pad of her finger, sufficiently licking up any traces of blood.

“Fuck—you taste like pineapple.” He mumbled, placing a soft kiss against her wound before forcing himself to pull away, again, in fear of harming her. “My name is Thérèse.” She let out a shaky breath. He knew it wasn’t from fear, but rather arousal.

His hand reached for her waist, pulling her close to his body. Her chest was flush against his, and her cleavage was on display. She looked like an angel, sent down just for him. He knew he didn’t deserve her, shouldn’t have even been able to be in her presence—yet the way she felt against him felt so right, and that feeling wasn’t something he could deny or dismiss.

Their noses brushed against each other, and their lips were mere centimeters apart. One move and they would be touching. “Thérèse.” He said. Her name sounded like velvet on his tongue, and she longed for him to say it for centuries to come. To hear him call out for her. To her.

Their lips crashed together, the kiss desperate. The metallic taste of her blood lingered on his tongue, yet it only made her all the more eager to have him. Their tongues danced together, a fight for dominance that Thérèse easily gave up. He explored her mouth, and she allowed him.

This would be the first of many things she would allow him to do. She allowed him to hold her hand delicately as he guided her through the busy roads of their town. He had a certain way about him, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Enchanting, almost. Alluring, maybe. Possibly a word non-existing.

His hand was cold to the touch, which Thèrése found odd, yet she had not comment to give. She was aware he was not quite human, but she wasn’t ready to accept what he was yet. Just a few moments, maybe days longer, she’d like to live in a carefree bliss. He respected and supported her unvocalized wish.

“How long have you lived here, Louis?” He sighed, glancing around at the town he’d known all his immortal life. “Forever.” He replied. “The white people are ignorant. Greedy liars, most of them. They feed off of the red district, and all the people in it.” He said.

“I made the Azalea to counteract them. Get the white mans money.” He finished. She hummed in acknowledgment.

Thèrése was Hispanic, and immigrant from overseas. A land conquered by natives with the white people invading like the Huns invaded Rome. It was tragic, being forced to move far away from all she’d known since she was 17. She was now at the ripe age of 22 years old, standing at 5’5 without shoes on.

“Was it hard?” Louis asked, glancing over at her. She quirked a brow in confusion. “Was what hard?” She asked. Louis looked up at the sky. It was dark. The way it had been for years. Darkness was now the only thing he’d ever be able to see. “Leaving your home. To travel such great lengths.”

She decided not to ponder on how he knew, in fear of messing up the content atmosphere they had created. “Yes. I left many family members and friends behind. But, I endured. For my family, I endured.” She responded, almost as if robotically.

“I was going to be forced to marry a white man named Humbert had I not left. The life I saw before me was not what I had planned, but I am grateful for the freedom I have now grown accustomed to.” She responded. She looked up at the sky with him.

“They’re beautiful.” She started. “I wish to see space. To feel the heat of the stars.” She whispered, pausing her walking with Louis next to her, close enough to have their shoulders bumping. “The stars get exhausting when you look at them long enough.” He whispered back.

“I think I could spend a lifetime looking at them.” She said, a smile gracing her lips. She looked beautiful like this, and Louis wished to remember this exact scene before him for the rest of his life. “Be careful what you wish for, Thèrése.” He responded, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his clean slacks.

They walked throughout the night, hand in hand. The moonlight created highlights that emphasized their alluring features, and for the first time in a long time, Louis was in love. And for the first time ever, Thèrése was too.

They stopped at a gated entrance, and beyond it, was Louis home he hadn’t showed anyone who lived to tell. Thèrése would be the first mortal he brought to his home without killing, and she would be the last as he opened the gate, allowing her to go in first.

A small hand was placed at the small of her back, guiding her throughout the house she had entered after walking through an outside area of the house. “You live here? By yourself?” She asked him, glancing over her shoulder as her eyes wandered over the antiques of the house.

“Yeah, I live by myself now.” He said, shrugging off his expensive jacket and hanging it on a rack. Thèrése felt an unfamiliar heat spread throughout her body as she watched him loosen the cuffs of his sleeves and collar of his shirt. “Now?” She asked.

“Had a roommate. We didn’t work out. He was a cunt.” He said, walking to a table and picking up a wine glass, pouring some for himself. “I know you don’t like wine. I’m afraid I have nothing else to drink, but if you would like some then tell me.” He said, taking a sip.

Thèrése watched the way he swallowed it, visibly seeing it travel down his throat. Her eyes zeroed in on the droplet the fell from his lips—and her head was suddenly spinning with thoughts of him consuming her blood.

It must’ve been the wine she had drunken before she arrived. That’s gotta be it, right? Why else would she be having such vile thoughts?

He didn’t give her time to linger on the thought much longer as he began to unbotton his shirt, ever so slowly walking closer to her. Almost like he was hunting her—but he wasn’t. He wouldn’t allow himself to hunt such a pure being.

Thèrése fiddled with the rings on her gentle fingers, watching, unsure of what to do as his shirt was swiftly removed, displaying his body. Slim, yet fit. She longed to trace over every piece of him, to memorize Louis inch by inch so she wouldn’t forget this very night.

His hands reached out to her. One placed delicately on the base of her neck, and the other, roughly pulling her body to his by her waist. Her breath got caught in her throat, and she couldn’t seem to stop herself from glancing down at his lips.

“Louis…” She said breathlessly. He could feel her heat radiating off of her, especially from where his hands were touching her body. He could smell the slick between her thighs he knew were meaty under her dress. “Need this off of you.” He said, tugging at her dress.

“You gon’ let me take it off you, mama?” He asked, gently as he searched her eyes for an answer. “Please.” She said, almost desperately, making her face flush in embarrassment. Louis laughed at her eagerness.

He removed her dress from her body, following with her gloves. She covered her breasts with her hands shyly, laced panties still on. Her dress was pulled at her feet and Louis removed her hands from covering herself.

Thèrèses’ nipples hardened under the rather cold air of his odd home. Louis hands cupped them, inspecting them with such admiration. “So pretty. So fuckin’ pretty.” He said, kissing a mole above her areola, down to where her perk nipple was.

He suckled it harshly into his mouth, massaging the other with his free hand. Thèrése whimpered at his assault on her nipple, watching as he switched to the other one. His tongue reached out to kitten lick her nipple as he held eye contact with her.

Thèréses’ thighs squeezed together as the burn between her thighs grew uncomfortably. “You gonna let me have you?” He asked, trailing one of his hands down to her panties. He kissed along her neck, all the way up, till he was at her mouth again.

“Yes, Louis.” She mumbled. Louis clicked his tongue. “Try again.” He urged. He pushed her panties to the side, slowly sliding in one of his slender fingers. Years of pleasurable experience revealing itself as he worked at her cunt.

“Y-Yes, sir. Oh—Oh god.” She whimpered out as she felt another finger prod at her entrance. Two of his fingers slammed into her sopping hole at an alarming rate. Thèrése felt herself grow weak in the knees, and Louis knew as he held her up. “Shh.” He whispered, his breath fanning her ear.

He slipped out his fingers and slightly bent down just enough to reach her bottom as he slightly tapped it. “Jump” he said. Thèrése jumped, wrapping her legs around Louis slender waist, and her arms around his shoulders as she buried her face into his neck, leaving small opened mouth kisses.

“So needy, aren’t you? You all needy for me?” He asked, even though he confidently knew what the answer was. Thèrése nodded her head against him, afraid her voice would betray her if she spoke and said anything.

He threw her onto the couch—not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to make her bounce slightly on the cushion. He wanted to see her bounce on him. The imagine of her on top of him trying her hardest to ride him while her breasts moved with each of her bounces made his cock twitch.

Thèrése was more overwhelmed than she had been her whole life. No one had ever seen her this bare as he took her panties off. She was ashamed to be letting him to these things to her, but she was more ashamed at the fact she grew aroused from it. Aroused from the power difference between them.

She might not have known to what extent his strength lied, but she knew he was strong. Strong enough to probably lift her with just a finger. The idea that he could bend her and use her to his liking sent a shiver down her spine of want. She needed him in every way she could have him.

Louis spread her legs apart, revealing her aching, wet cunt that looked almost painfully in need to be taken care of. Two of his fingers found their way back inside of her, working at her gummy walls as she whined and whimpered under him.

“Shh, I know. I know.” He whispered, his fingers growing more erratic. “Want you—in me, please.” She said desperately, a hand cupping his face. He was breathtaking. His thumb skillfully rubbed her clit at a slow pace, almost as if he was trying to sooth whatever pain Thèrése might’ve been feeling.

“Gonna make you feel fuckin’ amazing.” He said, pulling out his fingers. He unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down along with his undergarments just enough to reveal his cock. Thèrése couldn’t help but just stare at it in a mix of emotions of fear, arousal, and excitement.

Fear from how intimidating it looked; long and uncut with a patch of curly hair at the top. Thèrése felt nasty as she realized just how badly she wanted to lick his happy trail. Arousal from his mushroom tip that was pulsing with desire, and pre cum leaking from his tip. Excitement bubbled as Thèrése thought about the events that were mere seconds from unfolding in front of her.

He slapped his meaty cock onto her pussy tauntingly, a wet, heavy sound, loud and prominent. She clenched around nothing, but slowly felt his tip enter her. It was a painful stretch as he slid himself in, inch by inch, trying his hardest not to hurt her.

Louis restrained himself as she clenched around him tightly. He knew this was the closest to heaven he’d ever get, with the angel under him at his mercy. His to do with whatever he pleased and saw fit. His in every aspect of her mortal, and soon immortal, being. Soul tied and bound to the earth together for eternity was the way he wanted to spend his days with her.

“Oh my God—oh fuck—” she gasped out, mouth hung slightly agape. Pain shot through her first, eyes watering as evidence, but was soon followed after with an immense pleasure she never knew she could feel. “Not God, Thèrése—Me.” He huffed as he gripped her thighs, throwing them over his shoulder.

Louis began to move his hips against her, slowly at first—then, in the blink of an eye, he snapped. The self restraint he forced himself to have was gone, and a seemingly sweet and charming man was replaced by a domineering beast.

At an inhumane pace, his cock hammered into her. His hands dug into her thighs in a tight grip—a grip so tight, his sharp nails broke skin. The scent of her blood filled his senses, and he went feral. His lips found her neck as he leaned down, leaving desperate kisses to subside the pain he was soon going to inflict on her porcelain throat.

“Louis—wait—” she pleaded, but made no movement to stop him. The pleasure was overwhelming as she arched her back into him, grasping onto his skin—still cold to the touch. Why was he so cold? She felt something sharp pierce the side of her throat, but oddly enough, the pain was overruled by the way he fucked her.

Thèrése wouldn’t be living much longer. “You’re to sweet for me.” He groaned, licking at the wound on her neck he had created. He watched blood ooze out of her, enjoying the crimson that decorated her neck. The familiar taste of pineapple was nothing if not addicting.

Thèrése felt weak, her body unable to hold itself up any longer as she grew light headed. The room began to spin, and Thèrése now knew she was no longer seeing things as his fangs poked two more holes near her wrist. Blood poured out of her and into his mouth.

Was this the way she would die? At the hands of the most charming man she’d ever met? The vampire who sealed her fate stopped sucking, slit his own wrist, and brought it to Thèréses’ mouth.

He fucked her harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room. Her moans got caught on his wrist as his blood trickled down her throat. Thèrèse, pupils dilated and on a high, felt her end near as she clutched his wrist to her mouth like she would never be able to drink the forbidden liquid ever again.

Louis snatched his wrist back from her mouth quickly before she made herself sick. He knew she would want more blood, so he instead flipped Thèrése onto all fours, arching her ass into the air. Thèrèse cried and begged for Louis wrist—his cold blood back in her mouth.

“Shhh, shut up. You’ve had enough. Don’t be greedy, baby.” He scolded, grabbing her by the back of her hair and shoving her face into the cushion. “P-Please—Louis, M’gonna c-cum. Need you.” She begged as she pushed her ass back onto him, meeting his hard thrusts.

Her words began to slur together as his brutal pace never faltered. The grip he had on her waist was bruising, but Thèrése couldn’t even feel it. Her body felt as though it was on fire from head to toe, and the unbearable heat and pressure of her cunt was all too much for the young fledgling.

“You said you wanted to see the stars forever, right?” He asked, his breath grazing the shell of her ear. He didn’t sound like he did earlier—calm and alluring. He sounded gruff and disheveled—and every word he spoke almost came out in a growl.

He felt his balls tighten, and ever muscle in his body tensed. “Gonna stuff this pretty ass cunt. You ready, darlin’?” He said, his southern drawl laced with every word. “Y-yesss.” She groaned out through clenched teeth as his hand found her clit.

He played with her clit like he had been doing this for years, expertly. An overbearing wave of pressure was what made Thèrése snap as juices poured out of her. Louis never once slowed down, and his fingers continued to help her ride her high.

Louis didn’t stop, still chasing his end. Thèrése mindlessly took everything he gave her as her pussy grew sore and overstimulated from the relentless of the top of his cock hitting her cervix. “Can’t—I can’t, sir—“ she choked out, her words sounding almost as if her mind was in a distant place.

“Take it, Thèrése.” He urged as he bit down onto his lip, trying his hardest to resist sinking his fangs into her again. Thèrése listened, and the only sounds that escaped her drying lips were moans and whimpers of pleasure. Only Louis would ever be able to see her this way—this desperate and in need for him.

“Good girl. Just like that.” He said, stuffing her pussy full of his cum. His head was thrown back in bliss as he fucked his seed into her, deeper and deeper as his high subsided into a dull aching feeling. “Did so well, baby.” He said, his voice shaky.

He slid himself out of her, and watched as his cum spilled from her used hole, and onto his expensive foreign furniture. Thèrése laid there, legs sore and head still spinning, now in a painful manner as Louis scooped her up into his arms bridal style.

“S-so you’re really a vampire, huh?” She asked through a long and drug out yawn. He chuckled as he gazed down at her small frame in his arms. “Yes, and come tomorrow night, you will be too.” He replied, walking up the stairs of his old home.

“I’m scared, Louis.” She whispered, blinking slowly. Thèrése grew tired, her eyes heavy with sleep. “You won’t be for long.” He said reassuringly. “You have me now. Forever.” He muttered as he pushed open a door.

A singular coffin was placed in the center, right in front of a fire place. Thèrèse was laid in the coffin by Louis, and she watched as he left the room to grab a warmed wash cloth. She was in love. She died in love. And now, for the rest of her dead life, she will continue to live in love with the man who swooned her in the alley.

Vampires say the worst thing to experience from immortal life is a simple thing; loneliness. A feeling Louis knew all too well, and how would never feel again. Thèrése wasn’t Lestat. She wasn’t cold, and manipulative. Calculated in every wrong doing. No, Thèrése was kind and gentle. Thoughtful with every word she spoke and every action she took.

Never again would Louis ever have to worry about being alone.

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ravennawritesfanfiction · 5 days ago

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Beauty From Darkness Part 2

Word Count: 2919

Pairings: Louis x Lestat, Armand x Reader

Summary: The interview brought forth feelings that had been long surpressed in the group. You all start working through wrongs and towards some kind of peace.

The interview had ushered in a new era for the Vampires of the group. Pain and hurt became the forefront of their thoughts; whether it was their own hurt or that which they had caused. The only two largely unaffected had been You and Louis, who had already begun processing.

For Armand, there was a fist full of pills for him to swallow. He had found himself without a lie to hide behind. He was exposed; he was utterly surrounded by pain and suffering, some he had directly caused and some he had just made worse. He took time to process the pain he had caused Louis in Paris and further throughout their time together. He thought about all of the things he had done to Lestat, most of which he decided had not been warranted.

Lestat was feeling the weight of every failed relationship, boiled down to his first. His lack of emotional awareness smacking him in the face. He would drown in it. Lestat was good at many things; apologies were never one of those things.

While Armand and Lestat stewed in their respective wrong doings, you and Louis were left caring for their emotional turmoil and pulling your hair out. Armand had developed a habit of being clingy and trying to reassure himself that you loved him. Lestat was ever the drama queen; sprinkling the whoa is me act on a little too thick for Louis’ liking. By the end of the week, it was decided that something had to be done.

One night, seemingly out of the blue to Lestat, you called to him; summoning him. He had gone home to New Orleans after the interview and your tour had brought you to Miami, not far for vampires to travel. Armand had wanted to go with you; Marius had to physically hold him back. You met Lestat on a deserted beach.

You weren’t sure how to begin once he arrived, over two hundred years, you still didn’t know what to say to him. He looked so broken standing on that beach. His eyes were already full of tears. You looked to the ocean separating you from your prison of so long ago now. It would hurt you both, no matter where you began.

“Do you know what you did,” you turned to face him. “I don’t mean your actions, but the consequences of them.” you watched him shift like he wanted to run away from this, but he knew you both needed this. He'd be damned if he denied you again. He shook his head.

“I was afraid when my parents sold me out. I was alone. Raised with the knowledge that I was nothing without a husband. I was hopeful when they told me I was to marry you. I had endless possibilities floating in my head; I would be a wife, maybe a mother. Maybe we would go off on our own with our little family and lead lives worth remembering.” you stopped, your next admission would forever be a sore spot for you. “I always wanted to be a mother. I was promised to a handsome young man; I could almost see them and they were the most beautiful things in the world. But I was not made into a wife or mother. I was reduced to garbage and thrown away. The ghost in the castle walls. A prison I would never hope to escape and married to my jailer.” Lestat took half a step towards you until you motioned for him to stay.

“My only peace was Gabrielle and my walks. She stayed with me on long days alone and taught me to read so that I may find the escape she had. On my walks, I could almost imagine I was home. Free and unburdened. You probably do not remember running into me in her library, that day, nine years after our wedding.” he looked at you.

“I do remember.” he whispered, hanging his head in shame.

“I could not reconcile that handsome gentleman with the boy who humiliated me at the wedding and then roughly discarded me after claiming me. It broke my heart all over again. You were on my mind for two years after that. I would imagine running into you and we would talk. You’d fall in love with me and I wouldn’t be alone. I know you watched me from afar. I always prayed you would approach, but you never did. Then every night I would relive my wedding, your words echoed in my ears until I woke up in the morning.” Lestat fell to his knees in the sand.

“I got free though. I had gone for a walk after dinner, which I was forced to take in my room every night. It wasn’t dark yet when I left and I hadn’t intended to be out very long, just some fresh air before bed. But I got distracted watching the moon rise and the stars were stunning that night. Marius found me. At first he planned on just killing me, but he is the collector of beautiful things, he took me away with him.” Lestat was listening closely to the story; he had never stopped wondering how you had died, then after discovering you were a vampire, he was no less interested in your story.

“I was loved for the first time in my life. I was happy to be surrounded by those beautiful stars. The smell of Marius’ paints. The feeling of the sheet music in my hands. The sounds of my life filling the air in those dark hours. I was finally at peace.” You paused and studied Lestat for a long moment.

“Then you approached, seeking Marius. Marius knew that there would be no more peace for me there, so he sent me way. My only task was to experience the joys of the world. But I was alone again. I was angry with you for robbing me yet again.” Lestat shook his head, crying. He had done far more to you than he could have imagined.

“I went to Paris. I had been taught to announce my presence and that is just what I did. Armand was the vampire who greeted me in Paris. You had asked how I was with; how did you put it? A Gremlin like Armand? That would be because he was my first love. He was my companion for ten amazing years. I could have stayed with him forever there among the theater walls; we only parted because I refused to join the coven which infuriated the others. He sent me away so that they wouldn’t kill me.” He understood Armand in a way he had not before; he had set you free. He hadn’t been selfish with you.

“He has been in my corner all along. But I didn’t call you here just to list all the ways in which you have wronged me. Though it was important that you heard them. I called you here for two things, which I will only say once under these stars and then never again. First, I forgive you for all the things you knowingly did and the things you did without knowledge. Secondly, Thank you. If things had gone differently, I wouldn’t have been found by Marius. I wouldn’t have found Armand. Most importantly, I wouldn’t have found myself.” You approached him this time and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I mourned your death. I knew it was too late, but I knew then what I had done. Gabrielle was so full of rage towards me. I’ve carried this with me for two hundred and thirty-seven years, I never once thought I would get the chance to apologize to you. I thought a lot about the girl in the library. Her beauty, her quiet nature. When mother told me it had been you, it killed me. I had asked about you repeatedly, but I was told to stay away from you. I understand now that Gabrielle was trying to protect you from me. But I wanted to talk to you. I never thought to hope that I could be forgiven for what I did to you. And for what I did, I can never express how sorry I am.” you nodded and gave him a hug.

“I have a proposition for you, Lestat.” you said from your place in the hug. “We didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell before. We were doomed before it began; let’s not squander our second chance. I would be honored to count you as my friend.” Lestat answered you by tightening the hug, he was crying, but so much seemed to have been lifted from his shoulders. You both stayed on that beach for hours watching the stars dance overhead. You parted that night as friends.

The next night, Louis called to you again. Apparently Lestat had come home and apologized for everything he had ever done. Every harsh word. Every lie. Every ignored feeling he had ignored; he had listed them all out and apologized individually for each action. He went on to tell Louis about you and all the things he had done to you. Louis couldn’t believe that you had forgiven it all. He was even more amazed that after everything, you still wanted to be friends with him.

“Your turn, Louis. Don’t let it fester like we did.” He knew that you meant Armand. The last vampire on the planet that he wanted to see.

Louis chose New Orleans as the theater for their meeting. Armand clung to you and told you over and over how much he loved you. It was like a soldier leaving home for battle. Maybe that was how this felt to Armand. You weren’t worried, Louis had promised not to kill Armand.

Louis was already in Jackson Square by the time Armand finally arrived. He gestured to the bench beside him. Armand sat at the other end and turned to face Louis. Louis just sat there for a while, letting Armand stew for a bit.

“You can relax, I didn’t call you here to die. I wanted to clear the air.” Armand relaxed at the notion of going home.

“I wanted to apologize for the things I have done to you. First, I am sorry for trying to make you turn Madeline, I am sorry that while you were uncomfortable with the situation, I gave you shit for it. I am sorry that I made you feel like you had to choose me or the coven. I am sorry that you were always made to feel like my second choice, always backseat to my hallucinations of Lestat. I am sorry that you felt that I chose Claudia over you. And then I am sorry for these past seventy-seven years, all the shit I said and did to you out of anger. I am sorry. If I had done things differently, maybe we would have been alright.” Louis was truly sorry for his behavior for much of his existence and all of the people he had her with it.

“I accept your apologies, Louis. And I myself have much to apologize for. I am sorry that I drove a wedge between you and Claudia. I am sorry that I allowed my jealousy to take her from you. I am sorry that my reaction was that if I couldn’t have you then no one could. I am sorry for every lie and manipulation since then. I am sorry that I killed Daniel and then abandoned him after you told me not to touch him. I am sorry I didn’t see sooner that I acted like a child, breaking my toys when I didn’t get my way.” Louis nodded.

“I accept that you are apologizing. But I cannot forgive you right now; and I am not sure I ever will. I know Claudia wouldn’t either. I can’t forgive the years you let me hate Lestat for something he didn’t do.” his fist was balled up, but he had a promise to keep. “All I can say to you now is that you can rest assured you won’t have to look for me over your shoulder. You have (Y/N) to thank for that. You better not hurt her.” Louis stood and extended a hand to Armand. A truce. It was more that anyone had expected to come from this.

He called to you as soon as Louis left. Despite the fact that only Louis had been forgiven, it was a start and a move in the right direction. You were all intermingled with each other, and voicing the hurt was slowly making way for a new beginning. You were also glad to hear that Louis wasn’t actively plotting Armand’s death. He wanted to come home, but he had unfinished business in New Orleans. You were already on your way to him.

Lestat and Armand moved to the parlour as soon as you arrived; this left you and Louis trapped in the kitchen. You shut your minds off out of respect for the conversation happening in the other room. This also gave you and Louis a chance to sit and socialize in person for once.

Lestat sat down and waited for Armand to begin. He didn’t feel like he had much to apologize for. He had decided to hear Amrand out first and then he would apologize if he felt like it.

“Lestat. I have done a great many things to you over these years. All from a place of anger I no longer recognize. I killed your fledgling, not for any particular reason other than to inflict pain on you and Louis. I could have stopped it after you saved Louis, but I still wanted to hurt you. To break you the way I felt broken. I proceeded to keep your companion from you because you had ruined my plans. I deeply regret keeping Louis from you. I did not understand Love. I only knew loneliness and I wanted you to feel it. I know now what I did to you. I am profoundly sorry for that. I am also sorry for dragging Claudia and Madeline into the plan and ruining their chances at love too.” he paused and Lestat cut in.

“You killed two fledglings and took away two companions.” he corrected to Armand’s confusion.

“I did not kill two fledglings?” Armand could not think of any other fledgling he could have killed.

“Nicholas de Lenfent.” Lestat spit in outrage. You and Louis paused your conversation when you heard Lestat yell.

“I have done many things, killing him is not one of them. Lestat, you can read my mind if you want, but I tell you honestly, I did not kill Nicki. He killed himself. He spiraled out of control after you left. He played his violin manically at all hours, he revealed his vampire nature to mortals regularly, and he attacked people out on the street unprovoked. I locked him away in the theater to protect him. I admit that I took his hands for a few days, but when I returned them, he composed a stack of new work and demanded we hold a sabbat in his honor. When I refused, he threatened to burn down the theater with everyone inside. So, we held the sabbat. He started dancing wildly around the flames and then he danced into the flames. It was a horror to witness.” Lestat was horrified about Nicki’s final act. He had held that anger for years and it was placed on the wrong person.

“I am sorry for leaving so suddenly.”Lestat started.”I took your way of life, flipped it upside down, learned what I could and then left you with my regret.” Lestat regretted turning Nicki. He should have let him go.

“I forgave you for the Children of Darkness.” Armand said softly.

“Just not for leaving.” Armand nodded. “We would have ended badly.”

“Perhaps, but you were my first love and I needed you in this new life you had built.” Lestat pondered the connection of every failed relationship.

“It was never me you needed.” he looked at the door separating them from their companions. “Armand, you have done the one thing I could not. You have loved her in all the ways she deserves. I will never forgive you for Paris, but thank you for loving her.” Armadn nodded and smiled towards the door.

“I know she forgave you. I don’t know how she did it. I don’t know how such beauty has thrived in the darkness. For what I’ve done, I don’t understand how she loves me.” Lestat shrugged.

“I’m glad she did. And I’m glad she does. You are better with her.” your laughter filled the air over something Louis had said. Both men smiled for different reasons. Armand was smiling at the joy of his love. Lestat, it was a sound he had never heard before and one he never thought he would hear. They raised to join the fun. They found you both eating chocolate ice cream; it was all over Louis’ face and you were laughing so hard you were crying.

After you regained composure, which took awhile since every time you looked at Louis, you’d lose it again, you suggested you all go to San Francisco. You wanted to check in on Daniel. Armand had one last piece of unfinished business. Everything was looking up.

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