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I know I'm supposed to be on my break and it's my rest day or whatever but I'm literally so miserable because honey baby isn't being updated and I'm so sad. Like I actually started tearing up because no fic can compare. This is why I like completed Fics more but no I had to go out of my comfort zone. Like motherfucker goddddd am I miserableeeee. Is this how Lestat felt during his rat eating days just waiting for Louis to catch up with the plot because brother has to be fuckin strong to handle that for so many years bro. Save me themasterletters save me😭😞😩

Fanfic | 6 Sept

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭. | Loustat | Reincarnation AU | Ongoing | Multi-Chapter

Lestat embarked on a journey, the New World was near, just beying the waves and he had decided, St. Louis, Louisiana. What could this journey hold for him? Who knows? Hopefully something with less heartbreak and torment. Maybe a new home. Or What if Paul lived to see another sunrises?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 | Loustat | Modern AU | Ongoing | Multi-Chapter

"There is no choice of any importance in life but the choosing of a beloved." – Act 1, Scene 2 Sarah Ruhl's Eurydice. — Lestat was never meant to stay on the farm. Born the youngest of seven brothers, he always felt like an outsider in his own home, stifled by his father's rigid rules and the harsh expectations of rural France. But an opportunity masked as a tragedy when his Mother demands a divorce. Choosing Lestat they escape to America, where a new world of possibilities—and challenges—awaits.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐝 | Loustat | Fallen by Lauren Kate AU | Ongoing | Multi-Chapter

There’s something achingly familiar about Lestat de Lioncourt.

Mysterious and aloof, he captures Louis de Pointe du Lac's attention from the moment he sees him on his first day at the Sword & Cross boarding school in sultry Savannah, Georgia. He’s the one bright spot in a place where cell phones are forbidden, the other students are all screw-ups, and security cameras watch every move.

Even though Lestat wants nothing to do with Louis—and goes out of his way to make that very clear—Louis can’t let it go. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, he has to find out what Lestat is so desperate to keep secret… even if it kills him.

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 | Loustat | Canon Divergence – Omegaverse | Ongoing | Multi-Chapter

Promised to an Alpha an ocean away Louis believes that it's suitable that he does not spend anymore days worrying over the inevitable. Hopefully the fucker keels over in the time it takes for him to decide to travel to the United States to wed Louis. When ten years pass and his husband-to-be doesn't appear Louis has already forgotten about the fateful marriage contract when an ugly reminder of the six foot variety comes to the banks of New Orleans.

⚠️ Self-Promo⚠️

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↓ Completed | 50k+ | Loustat ↓

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honey baby by themasterletters | Danlou

lifeline by themasterletter, sweathermood | Danlou

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↓ Oneshot ↓

Love would be his death by Ikharys | Loustat

When they talked about the greed in the bible they were talking about how much I desire an author friend. A little fanfic writer mutual. A companion of the dark gift of visions and hyperfixatin' so bad that you start writing down your hallucinations. A little spouse in writer camaraderie-

There is a chord

Book One Aesthetic

꧁ 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 ꧂

Author's Note: So excited for this fic though I hated writing this chapter because a lot of the lines I took directly from the book, which made me feel lazy. I was excited to flesh out our love interest but realised that this is his last chapter in the book where we'll get his POV lmao.

Sɴɪᴘᴘᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟ ᴇᴅɪᴛ:

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 1830

Lestat carved the final stroke in the wood and stood back to appraise his work. It wasn't his usual medium and took much more time than sketching or painting. Though now that he looked at it, it wasn't good. Foolish in his belief that he'd get it in the first try he threw the tool across the room and sighed, gripping into his hair.

He was restless. It had not been this bad since 1471 but then again Lestat had tried to wait it out the previous years before this. His Saint had lived half a century and though half of that Lestat had been in a daze. It had felt like a fever those years. A haze he could not make sense of.

He felt like that now. Going in and out of reality. Reliving memories stacked on memories. The door to the studio opened and in came Mathias. He was an old man, wise but had some humour on his bone. "All is well?" He asked, walking over to appraise Lestat's work.

Lestat hummed a negative as he turned to the carving. "A wood engraving? I did not know you worked in this medium." He said, walking closer, his hands fluttering over the work. Lestat wanted to rip his hands off. He wanted to scream. Instead he answered:

"My first time. I thought it would make a good challenge."

"Not much of a challenge is it, if you're this good at it." Mathias laughed.

"Not good enough. The subject figure...it didn't come out right. Doesn't capture the likeliness of my muse." Lestat was surprised by his honesty but then he wasn't in his right mind, now was he? Trembling in grief and fatigue.

Mathias took back his hand at last and turned to Lestat. "You worked from memory?" A hint of surprise in his tone.

"Forced to," Lestat answered approaching nearer to his work, trailing one single finger in the arch of his Saint's hips. "He was taken away from me."

There was silence that told a lot. Mathias had known Lestat was interested in one of his slaves but was too busy fucking his Saint to notice which one. And how it had tormented Lestat. This era was the most difficult of eras for him.

His hesitation in following the laws and his eagerness to have his Saint again had led to a tumbling of occurrence that had in the end, served to kill his Saint, taken from Lestat too soon. Lestat had treated his Saint roughly. Because of his restlessness and eagerness and desperation for this curse to end.

He was not proud of what role he had into his death but he could not feel wholly guilty because he was still sure that death was kinder than what life his Saint endured.

Mathias asked, under his breath as if ashamed of the question he had already had the answer to. "And the title of your work?"

"The Voyage of the Sable Venus from Angola to the West Indies." Lestat spit out, harsh. He turned to face Mathias who stood tall in his short height, who flinched.

He frowned, looked away to the art piece. "Ah, Venus." He said softly. "A beautiful thing. He was a demon, you know? No man or woman did not desire him in some form or other."

Lestat could not speak with the rage that built up in him. His back burned from the urge to let his wings out. Mathias stood none the wiser. Too busy trying to put himself in good lighting to a judge to his actions that didn't exist. "The sin I committed with Venus wasn't my fault to bear. Man may not lay with man. But he was a demon. An angel. Even you, holy in your standing and above all, could not resist. It does not make me a lesser man."

Lestat turned and strutted out the room before he would lay his hands on that wretched man.

W. Grainger after T. Stothard, The Voyage of the Sable Venus from Angola to the West Indies, 1801, wood engraving.

In 1827 England, slavery was abolish and black slaves became "apprentices" under white men. In the final draft Louis is named Venus after his what his mother had believed was his grandfather who was a slave and looked exactly like him. I wanted to stick to history as much as possible.

This led me to The Voyage of the Sable Venus from Angola to the West Indies. Slaves were often used for more than just labour but also sexual gratification from their owners. Many slaves were raped, especially women.

This artwork was part of a series of works and poems. Here is the link. It explains in summary how slaves were named after strong figures to further make the master feel powerful in dominating them and a show of how well taught the master is. Most slave women were named after goddesses because of this.

Because of reasons I will not disclose, Louis is more sexualised because of his unique image in this era of time. It was interesting to write and it was such a good lore to take but I realised it would make the chapter longer and not make much sense since we do not get to meet Louis here.

The Choosing of a Beloved

Chapter One Aesthetic

The chapter titles are what Lestat writes in his journal as he stopped writing his thoughts. Now he only writes things that stick with him in a sort of code to himself. His journal has become a sort of shrine for hope with him at this stage in his life.

The song’s enduring popularity can be attributed to its universal themes of exploration, love, and the pursuit of something greater, which resonate across cultures and time periods. The ethereal quality of the music and the dreamy, almost hypnotic lyrics make it a timeless anthem for anyone who has ever dreamed of breaking free from the constraints of everyday life and venturing into the unknown. - Internet Breakdown

He chooses this lyric:

"Voyage, voyage, plus loin que la nuit et le jour"

Translation: Travel, travel, beyond night and day

It's what his mother hums as she works with just him there. And it further sticks out because it resonates to his dreams. That they seem impossible. Further than the realities, in both day and night.

A page in Gabriel's journal:

| Ce qui est à moi : ma tristesse et mon garçon

you will never deserve it.

Chapter One Aesthetic

Author's Note: Writing this made me realise that I hate writing things that have nothing to do with Louis. It was so fucken difficult to write Lestat. It doesn't come naturally to me because I linger too much in the doubt that what if it's not how he is? He also takes charge of his own narrative once I start writing and I have to be like: no. Stop it. That's not in the plot. When Louis does it it's fine because I trust his judgement. But Lestat? I have a plan. Don't mess it up. Also Louis just adds to the plot he doesn't diverge from it. Unlinked someone.

Me writing this chapter:

Im having to rewrite chapter two of my omegaverse Louis fic because AO3 deleted (it refreshed) and I forgot I was writing there. Welp.

Not going to lie but long term end goal for this blog is to build a louis-worshipping cult. Like low-key just for the haha and stuff but like...kinda highkey. Like irony. Not serious or anything but like...👀

But I don't think this era would allow it. But if it was 2012 best believe I was gonna push that agenda HARD.

this was such an amazing fic to read, an emotional rollercoaster that left me heartbroken and happy simultaneously!

Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022), Vampire Chronicles Series - Anne Rice Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Armand/Daniel Molloy Characters: Armand (Vampire Chronicles), Daniel Molloy, Marius de Romanus Additional Tags: Age Difference, Daddy Issues, Daddy Kink, Dom/sub, Forced Prostitution, Sex Work, sex worker armand, Human Trafficking, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Rough Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Old Daniel Molloy, Ageism, lowkey inspired by pretty woman, Falling In Love, Angst, Alternate Universe - Human Summary:

“You’re overthinking it, Mr Molloy. It’s just a transaction. We both know why we are here. And we’re both adults.”

“Except it’s not just a transaction for me. Christ… It’s a pathetic cry of an old, bitter man. I look at you and all I see is how far I’ve fallen. This is low, even for me. I should be ashamed. My ex-wives would laugh at me if they knew.”

Armand gets closer to him, unnervingly tranquil and impassive.

“Are you? Ashamed, Mr Molloy?”

daniel molloy, freshly divorced, sixty years old, driven to desperation by his loneliness, hires himself a prostitute for the night. things happen.