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Аfop problems!

Hello everyone!

Lately, I've been having problems in AFOP, especially after I completed all the DLCs. When new tasks appear in Kukulope's shop and I try to accept them, I can't. I press the Space key to take the tasks, but nothing happens.

Has anyone else experienced the same problem? If so, do you know how to fix it? Any help would be appreciated.

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The cat and the Thanator

Part 10.

Part 11. Make up your fucking mind.

Part 12.

Masterlist

"Hello, old friends."

You lost so many good people with time... But these, these were always here for you.

Good ol' antidepressants. You stopped taking them when you joined the RDA the moment you set foot on Pandora as the land already worked it's magic on your heavy depression and anxiety. How the tables have turned...

One year and a half later here you are, taking them again.

"Listen, (Y/n). I've read your files, I'm aware you've taken them before. But this time, as an avatar, it'll be different." Doctor Laine explained tying her blonde hair on a ponytail. "I'm still new treating Na'vi, your physiology is different than humans... So these-" she double tapped the tiny pill container on your big palm with a manicured nail. "You'll have to take them when you switch. Whenever you go back to your real body to feed and care for it, take one. The after effects will make you sleepier, plus it helps your brain's nerve cells communicate better, so it'll be easier to connect to your avatar. You are already aware of the neuroplasticity, take them in moderate dosis..."

She was just straight up reading you all the instructions at this point. You just rolled your shoulders, and jokingly kissed the container. "Alrighty, doc! Don't worry, i'll be peachy perfect by the time y'all need be out there. Give me a good-girl lollipop and I'll be on my way."

You were eager to be useful. That wasn't a secret. What also wasn't a secret was that you absolutely refused to be human more than needed. After all the changes and losses... No one batted an eye when they stopped seeing you and begun seeing this blue giant as a replacement. Every person in HQ had a different way of handling their grief. Yours was being blue.

How funny. Feeling blue while being blue.

You were quickly making progress, after you broke down yesterday you felt lighter. You definitely needed a good cry... Ri'nela was also helping you a lot adapting to your new self. She even did your hair and asked Tamtey to make you fitting tops and loincloths. Much to Nor's dismay.

"Ready?" Jin asks you softly. You two were headed to Priya's first therapy group. You weren't ready at all.

"I'm ready as I'll ever be..."

But where was So'lek?

He wasn't sulking like he usually was. He was planning. Working.

Yesterday when he answered Nor, he felt like absolute crap. There wasn't a word in Na'vi fit for "lying". They kept secrets, yes, danced around the truth, sure... But lying? Lying was human. Nor was right, you had changed him. And he was greatful.

If he had listened to Na'vi laws he wouldn't have touched metal, he wouldn't have used guns and most certainly died like his people. If he had listened to Na'vi laws he wouldn't have joined the resistance, the Sarentu kids would have struggled to connect to his roots, some of them would have even died when they got rescued. If he had done what he was supposed to do as a Na'vi he would have never met you.

Lying was necessary when the danger of another potential traitor lurked in every corner of HQ.

After the chaos So'lek felt stronger, although ''tainted by sky people's ways" he knew Eywa loved him just as much as she loved the rest of her children. And if to be loved by the great mother meant stop loving you... He couldn't answer out loud, but he knew the answer on his head and heart.

After lying to Nor he decided to postpone his meeting with you. There was something he needed to do, and although part of his plan would most certainly hurt you he had to do it in order to ease his suspicions.

You were silent through the therapy session and silent as you left after an hour. Jin left early as he couldn't talk without cursing like a mad man or crying his eyes out. You understood completely. You two decided to meet later after dinner to see the mural of the fallen everyone had tirelessly worked on.

You walk like a ghost, mind heavy in thoughts about all your fellow comrades' stories and feelings. You were not the only one struggling. A weak sigh scapes your lips, heavy steps echoing through the hall.

"(Y/n)."

You stopped. Your body, your heart, your soul felt yearning. You couldn't fight it. You looked up. So'lek was looking at you softly, it wasn't pity or that sad bullshit, it was love. And that hurt even more. Your lips quivered. You couldn't do nothing but stand there looking at him in silence.

"So'lek..." You managed to call out. He felt his throat constrict, thoughts about that beautiful night at the party swarming back. He wanted to hold you in this strange new body, he wanted to tell you the truth. But he knew by smell alone, Ra'fi was close, watching.

Ideally he would have talked to you alone, tell you about his suspicions, tell you the truth, all the truth. But he knew no matter where he was, if he got any close to you Ra'fi would lurk somewhere near. That's why, with resignation and pain, he continues...

"We have to cease this nonsense. It is...i-inappropriate." Lying felt like venom on his tongue. He was doing this for you, your safety.

"What...?" Your eyes widen. It was hard for So'lek to remember this was you, which admittedly helped him lie further.

"It's not that I want this to stop, ma eylan. It's just..." He sighed, hurt. "You wouldn't understand."

"You wouldn't understand! You're a sky person!" You imitated his angry voice mockingly. "Then make me understand! Now you are being immature..." You were breaking again. Really? After all this time this was all he had to say? Screw you?

"Immature" It was rich coming from you, but So'lek resisted that angry comment reminding himself of why he was doing this in the first place.

"With you I... I've had my fill." He stops, then he begins trying to convince himself he's doing the right thing again. "I'm sorry. I refuse to be cruel enough to keep leading you on."

You fully break, hands fisting, tail whipping. "FUCK YOU!!!" You scream startling him and a passerby. "I'll never be enough for you...!" Your voice broke. Tears of anger rolled down your cheeks. "I fucking hate you. I hate you... Don't ever cross me again or I swear I'll kick your ass so hard you'll meat Eywa, you BASTARD!" You finished by hissing so hard his ears went flat recognizing the threat. This hurt too much.

So'lek knew he'd never get this moment out of his head.

You both moved startled as the lights turned off, only the emergency signs glowed through the dark and the beeping sound of the newly installed alarm system blared around the whole base. So'lek took his riffle and turned away, arm protectively reaching back for you but he found nothing but air. You had left.

Alma's avatar came running then stopped out of breath. The lights turned on, the alarm finally stopped.

"Don't worry, guys! It's that stormglider again... I keep forgetting to ask Tamtey to deal with him..." She explains looking at So'lek a bit confused. Weren't you here a moment ago? "Apparently he followed Anqa's heli after old HQ's disaster. It's been messing with some field lavs and antennas outside. He's also chasing away any Ikran, so if you're having trouble calling Iley blame that stormglider."

So'lek holds still, eyes fixed on the spot where you were a minute ago. Heavy breaths coming in long exhales of distress. Alma, concerned went to softly grasp So'lek 's forearm but he jolted away last second, he hated PDA, no matter it's form or motive, unless... It was from you. He didn't realize he was still holding and firmly pointing his gun. It seems the bombs have also affected him.

Ra'fi 's scent was gone. And the moment he acknowledged this, he ran leaving a startled Alma behind. He ran after your scent, he ran like that night when he thought he had lost you, when your home turned into ash and ruins, when you were reborn into a Na'vi.

He might have already lost you for real this time...

You were hiding in the locker rooms. He found you sitting with your head on your knees hiding your face, right on the corner in between the lockers, the wall and an old, rusty bench.

"Go away." You whisper.

So'lek exhales getting low on the ground then crawls your way. Big hands firmly grasp you trying to drag you out of your spot. "I said go away-!" You hissed, nails digging on his forearm. So'lek didn't even flinch he just kept dragging you until he got you out with much effort as you tried to fight back.

You both stumbled on the stone floor. Sounds of struggle echoed through the lockers. You were strongly trying to get up but So'lek was stronger. Way stronger. He pinned you down with ease. Hands around your wrists and legs pressing down against your thighs.

Your eyes were red, pretty face covered in tears. You were making this pained expression, teeth gritting, a hiss building up. You were so beautiful... So beautiful and so hurt. But this wasn't the (Y/n) he knew, the small bundle of sass and flirts. His Starfire. His heart. His sky-person who came from the stars and landed heavy on his heart with a bit of effort.

"Why won't you make up your mind..." You cried loosing your strength. "I can't do this... I can't... Just leave me alone..."

So'lek hummed softly, comfortingly, head slowly going lower and lower until he heard a clack. Your hands weakly tried to shove him away. He saw the pills rolling on the side, sharp eyes picking up their strange name, those were antidepressants. He knew what those were for.

So'lek jolted, then paused. Your hand fisted his kuru hard enough that he could feel it, his braid was thick, but not enough for him to not feel your heat. He finally bends down, head nuzzling against your wet face, pressing his brow over where the scar over your brow should be in your human body. He misses you. He misses you and it hurts. It feels like the explosion had took you away, replacing you with this Na'vi before him.

"Ma yawntu..." He whispers into your skin inhaling your scent. His chest aches but not much as yours when he whispered that soft nothing against your skin. How dare he?

"Don't..." You sigh, weeping. "Don't fucking call me that." Your words were venom. Your lips looked too pretty under the fluorescence lights. Too pretty even while saying terrible things you'll certainly regret later.

So'lek 's twitched a bit on his grip around your wrists. Cheek still firmly pressed against yours he finally spoke into your sensitive ear. "You are the only one I can trust. And yet ..." He begun rising from his spot. Amber eyes widening a little. "I lied to you."

You looked up at him in shock and confusion, chest rising and falling in suspense.

"I have the suspicion that Teylan wasn't the only traitor. And I believe you know who I think it is." He spoke lowly.

Your lips quivered again. "I could never-..." He silenced you pressing his forehead against yours, noses touching. You resisted the urge to rub yours against his. Your So'lek wasn't yours anymore.

He couldn't name her, if he did he'd ruin the moment. But he had to tell you everything.

"She has tried to gain my trust over and over again, poisoning my mind with words I always yearned to hear. But not from her. Never from her."

"-I've been here... Always." You struggled to answer. "It took me a year and a thousand rejections but I thought I finally gained your attention... Only for a taller, bluer woman to steal it from me the second she befriended you." Your eyes never left his. They were cold, tired. Nothing like you.

So'lek moves away, sitting down on the ground with his back resting against the lockers. "Did you mean it? What you said... Do you hate me?"

You were silent.

He exhales deeply. Pained. This conversation will have to wait.

Then he tells you about his plan to fool Ra'fi into thinking he left you. What he suspected she had done that took part on the party, what he planned to do to see what her intentions are and you listened while laying on the floor silent staring at the ceiling.

When he was done, he waited patiently for an answer. Instead he got more silence and a few sniffs as you whipped your face. You just slowly rose and to his surprise walked up to him. You lend him a hand and he doesn't hesitate to take it rising up to his feet.

Then, you slap him across the face so hard his head shoots to the left and stays there for a few seconds, tongue licking the blood falling from his left nostril.

So'lek turned to you, eyes predatory, tail completely still and hands flexing on his sides.

You reached down to take your pills from the ground and looked at him lazily. Face cold, unreadable.

"Then let's beat the truth out of that bitch."

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The cat and the Thanator

Part 8.

Part 9. Phoenix.

Part 10.

Masterlist.

He couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true.

Ra'fi 's eyes shined under the twin moon's light. Her face relaxed in a mixture of relief and delight. So'lek had pinned her down on the grass. A wild look on his eyes. Then she repeated herself.

"We share a clan, So'lek... I couldn't believe it until I heard it from Tamtey. We are Trr'ong..." She speaks like a prayer, her hands on his cheeks. He stands up abruptly, the touch burning him.

"It's not possible."

"But it is."

"No-"

"I fought alongside our clan..." She says showing him the bullet scars she had in her waist. "You know the survivors either passed away or joined other clans scattering all across Pandora-"

"Mawey!" He growled out.

"I joined the Zeswa long after the battle in the Hallelujah mountains... I never believed I would find any of us still alive but I did-...!"

"ENOUGH!" So'lek covered his ears in shock, he paced around, his tail swaying wildly. "Since when... Why would you tell me this now!?" He yelled, fingers interlocking on his braids.

Ra'fi didn't flinch. She got up slowly like she was speaking to a frightened wild animal. "As I said... Tamtey told me about your clan, she- she mentioned it by chance and... Imagine my surprise when the clan she mentioned was my very own from birth."

He stood there in shock. Immobile. All baffled by this newfound information.

Then she continues. "Don't you see?..." She approached So'lek 's still figure. Her hands took his, he let her. "This must be why we found each other. Eywa has reunited us... For the first time in decades I have found my clan..." She cries. "I thought I was the last one... Bound to meet Eywa as a Zeswa, not Trr'ong..."

So'lek 's eyes squint, ears flatten. He still couldn't believe it... This was too much...

And then it hit him. He left you. He left you again. The tall Na'vi turns back abruptly facing HQ, his eyes scanning for the roofs. You called him... And he left you.

"(Y/n)..."

"She is a great warrior. She is the bravest of her own. But we have a place with each other..."

So'lek wouldn't look away from the roofs. He couldn't see you.

"Please, So'lek..." Her soft voice squeezed something in him. But not what she wanted.

Then something went wrong. Both him and Ra'fi looked at each other suspicious. The air felt different.

The RDA. They've found you.

Then it happened. The stars above moved, one after the other, then in a blink they flashed raining down on them, the sky falling down in the form of explosions all over HQ. Shockwaves came in succession pushing both Na'vi with force from the zone of impact. So'lek embraced Ra'fi with force. They yelped and screamed watching the night sky falling down ahead of them. So'lek was quick enough to help her move behind a tree as the forest around them broke and shook violently.

So'lek felt fear, real fear for the first time since the battle of the Hallelujah mountains.

"(Y/n)." He groans. His muscles tense holding Ra'fi to the tree as they worked hard not to fly away along the vegetation around them.

He was as patient as he could be. But as soon as the seventh bomb hit the ground he ran towards HQ. Ra'fi runs behind him following his lead across the scorching dirt and debrils on their feet. It BURNED. The Zeswa (or Trr'ong) woman actually had to wait on a grass spot panting and tending to her burnt limbs.

So'lek didn't stop.

He scaled through the ruins. Dust, debrils and dangerous pieces of ripped metal laying everywhere. So'lek desperately searched around the place. He was smart enough to go for the oxygen masks first, his giant body moving around the ruins with ease finding survivors, putting them their masks and dragging them outside near Ra'fi. The female tended to their wounds along some other lucid-enough survivors as So'lek resumed his work.

He could feel the metal and wires burning his hands as he searched like crazy. He digged out many dead bodies but many more survivors, but none of them were you. So'lek 's patience was getting thinner by the minute.

Where were you!?

"(Y/N)!!!" The dog tag warrior screams. Your name echoed throughout the whole valley. His legs carried him everywhere. He followed blood stains, mixed scents and weak groans. There were dead or wounded bodies all around him but not you. Not you. All because he left you.

"Ma Eywa, great mother... Hear my prayers. Don't do this to me. Don't do this again-" So'lek prays out loud, hands bloody from pushing all the wires and broken tech out of the way while searching like a madman over a sea of bodies and destruction. He only had one mask left and it was for you. No questions asked.

He goes near a crater and falls on his knees. This is where your quarters were meant to be. Clouds of smoke rise up the dark sky, the sun is already begining to rise. So'lek feels like he has spent an eternity searching and he has found NOTHING.

"AAAAAAAGH!" He roars in frustration. His chest aches so bad he can't even move. There's not even a trace of Teylan or Tamtey. At least the rest of the Sarentu kids are safe...

And then he smells it... A scent. Weak. It's mixed with the metallic hodor of blood and dry dust. But it's there. So he follows, bow in hand and oxygen mask hanging on his waist. He's desperate. It's been an hour... You couldn't have made it without a mask but still he moved with the little hope he had left. The smell became stronger. It was close. So'lek climbs a wall as the stairs had completely crumbled, on the top, he found another crater. Then he saw a human body on the floor over a pile of burnt rubbish. His heart stopped. There was a Na'vi body over it. Holding it close in a protective manner.

It should have been him. If Eywa is saving a death fitting to him, he wishes this was it. His dead body cradling yours.

"(Y/n)..."

He saw a body wearing a dress, although shredded and covered in dust he could perfectly tell it had your smell. So'lek 's eyes canned every detail as if commiting it to memory before he broke out of his stupor and approached both bodies. Longbow was dropped to the ground. Strong Na'vi arms went to take your fragile body away from the seemingly dead Na'vi 's-

Until the Na'vi stood up. Hands gripping the human body tight. Eyes met.

"You need to help me, So'lek..." The Na'vi spoke, she had your voice... "Help me find the rest of her body."

Then it hit him.

This wasn't your body but Daniela's. Half of her body was missing after the explosion. Her dress was burrowed, that's why he smelled you.

"You..." So'lek went on to say, voice hoarse after his initial roar. His hands were busy gathering the corpse as your avatar body launched down the crater looking for the rest of your friend.

"You look spooked." Your voice was monotone. You were in shock still. Or maybe you were too used to chaos unfolding around you thanks to years as a soldier back in Earth.

"I am not. It's still you..." He spoke softly, seemingly convincing himself. But he couldn't convince you.

"Let's focus on the survivors." You cut him. You were mad. Obviously.

The situation wasn't helping one bit as both of you needed to focus on this absolute mess.

One hour passes.

Cries and sobs suround you, your Na'vi senses were fully developed. It's terrible that your first time out of HQ with your avatar had to come so soon and at the cost of many lives... Your mind was a jumbled mess working on autopilot. You were ignoring So'lek 's pitiful attempts to approach you. Not that they were many and constant... But it was clear he was trying to comfort you. To tell you something. Now was not the best god-damned time.

Anqa lifts her Samson into the air, you were tightening the straps that held the field lab she was trying to lift, on it, your human body rested along other avatar users plus some medics that tended to them as they strapped the many boxes of supplies you were able to gather mindful of the Samson's very impressive weight limit.

So'lek and two other avatars were your escorts. Iley felt his rider's distress, flapping his wings more rigidly than usual, a warning squack being shared in between Ikey and the other two ikrans when they flew close to where you sat on your spot over the laboratory's ceiling. You sat there, using one of the straps that connected the lab to the Samson as support, your legs hanging on the air while your lifeless gaze overlooked the beauty of Pandora.

It doesn't feel fair. To sit here, enjoy the air that could have easily killed you less than a few hours ago. To watch this beautiful landscape wrapped by the night's embrace. To be here... You... Instead of Dani, instead of Teylan and the others...

So'lek never struggled to adapt to any short of tretorous situations. He knew you were strong, that you needed space, that you will recover. But every time he flied by the lab and saw you sitting by yourself... it was torture. He had to fight the urge to approach your new body and comfort you. To beg for your forgiveness.

To see you, Na'vi or not, so broken, so lifeless...

What was he even going to tell you...?

He already felt terrible that he left you, he felt conflicted about what Ra'fi had revealed before the explosion but most importantly... He felt broken about his initial reaction... He felt... How to say this...

Dear readers all across the world. Do you know what the uncanny valley is?

Now, If you were to search on Google you'd find the next meaning: "psychological phenomenon where humanoid objects—such as robots, dolls, or CGI characters—that appear almost, but not quite, human, elicit feelings of unease, revulsion, or creepiness in observers."

Now if you were to wear So'lek 's shoes imagine how it would feel to go looking for the love of your life, lost in the heavy clouds of dust from a succession of explosions all scattered around your location, hell, probably buried under the ruins. Then you'd find them, but not quite. They have changed, they have been reborn into this world from the ashes of your home. Wearing a different skin than the one they were born with.

When you looked at him, he felt...

Horror. Awe. A mixture.

How far were humans willing to go for their survival? Why would they make such creatures, these avatars, babes ripped from the great mother's womb... Placed in tanks to be used as transports for your conscience in order to explore this world that never belonged to you in the first place...? Becase humans are a dying species grasping for resurrection.

But who, if not you, was more worthy of starting again?

He needed to finally gather his courage and open up. So'lek needed to talk to you, to stop this chain of secrets, to embrace you however you presented yourself.

His mind was still struggling to grasp Ra'fi 's audacity, her words occupying his mind for the rest of the trip.

The flight to the new resistance's hideout was long and tretorous. It wasn't how So'lek had pictured his first flight with you would go.

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The cat and the Thanator

Part 7.

Part 8. The disaster.

Part 9.

Masterlist.

Hardin sure got her ass kicked. And that called for a celebration. Still, you were a bit concerned because when the big resistance team from the upper planes came back, Ra'fi and So'lek were absent...

"Pleeease? Pretty please? Come on (Y/n) I don't have any pretty clothes left!" Dani could get more annoying than you at times, for your dismay.

She was whining because today's party was the first one you had in an eternity, she wanted to impress Jin so bad it was hilarious.

"No frickin way, Dani. If I lend you any of my sexy dresses you'll end up returning it with weird stains." Wouldn't be the first time ugh.

"I'll ask Tamtey to find you lemonade powder."

"Deal." You quickly said then poked her side. "I'll give you the second sexiest dress I own." You were definitely wearing the sexiest to impress So'lek. If he were to come... "Consider yourself knocked up when you return it."

Dani let out a dry chuckle. "I wish it was that easy to convince Jin..."

You were allergic to sentimental conversations when they didn't involve So'lek. Your palms raised up with a knowing look. "Just wait n' see!"

You were dragging something. Making time talking to everyone and taking care of some details about the party so you would forget what that something was, and it was working.

The Sarentu kids came running like a puppy litter, you were already chuckling by the time Teylan had dragged you somewhere to explain what his plan was for the party, something that had to do with the lights. Meanwhile Ri'nela listened along behind you, making tiny braids here and there with a small smile. Nor followed, but was in the sidelines being difficult. Maybe he was pissy about last time.

"You coming closer? I don't bite." Or are you still allergic to me?... You didn't say that part, you teased him enough.

"I'd prefer if he could talk more privately..." He spoke lowly. You could feel Alma's stare burning a hole on your nape. Teylan and Ri'nela looked at each other then they left, but not before Ri'nela took your hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"So? Figured you'd pick a more private spot to kick my ass-"

Nor flinched at that. Something was bothering him. You felt bad instantly. A tiny hand twitched mid air as if doubting wether to squeeze his arm or not. You didn't, but he appreciated your silent comfort. He really was like So'lek.

"I heard about what happened with Ra'fi yesterday." He pointed out directly looking at your cut brow. You smiled proudly.

"Did you also hear I kicked her ass? It was a no-weapons fight by the way." You chirped, he was quiet looking down his feet not knowing what to say. "Can you imagine? A flea like me jumping here and there trying to reach her? It was hilarious!" Nor fights a chuckle and opts to drop a question.

"Were you scared?"

Were you? Hell no, you've been waiting for an excuse to put her on her place. But actually fighting wasn't on your mind... Still, it obviously wasn't the first time you had fought against anyone. But It really was the first time you fought against Na'vi. A fist fight nonetheless.

"Nah. Fear won't make me win nothin', kid." You say simply with a sincere smile.

"What if can't focus enough not to feel fear when... Something happens?" Nor says a tad bit on edge. What if I can't be like you? He was trying to ask. Like you were the best source of wisdom in all HQ.

"I have faith in you, Nor. I'm sure you'll know what to do when time comes. Just gotta keep your chin up."

Nor visibly paused at this mauling your words. "What faith is there... From someone who cannot see...?" Is he saying your faith means shit? Jesus, you two can't get along can you?

"Alright, brat. Just think about it, go mingle and don't ruin other people's fun, 'key?" Nor was dismissed, but this time he seemed a bit lighter and in thought. That was good, right?

Alma finally approached you when he left. "You are unbelievable, I don't know how you even do that..."

"Jealous I'm the cool aunt?" You smirk stealing her soda can opening it with ease. She knew you'd do that, she just straight up pulled another one from her pants' back pocket.

"No, no of course not... It's just... I wish they..." Please no more deep conversations...

"I know." You really did know what she meant. You sipped on your soda a bit awkwardly, then you patted Alma's shoulder. She, unlike Nor, wouldn't bite it off. "You're doing all you can, that's all that matters." Seems like you said the right thing.

Alma sniffed looking away, shoulders tense like she'd crumble any minute. "...I know... Thanks..." That's you, the best comfort character in all HQ.

When you were about to leave she stopped you. "Ah- hm. Are you going to surprise So'lek tonight? With your avatar I mean..." So he really was coming to the party...

Ah, that was the thing you were trying to avoid.

The talk you had with Priya did affect you. Not because she was rude... Come on, it's Priya. But because that purple haired little monster was right about everything. EVERYTHING. There were so many things you wouldn't admit outloud and yet she called out on all of them... And she wasn't even present on any of these events, she just heard your pitiful monologue. You felt weak and small and stupid...

What if he got mad? What if he pushed you away? What would happen if you told So'lek about your avatar and he wouldn't say nothin' but then begun looking at you like he did to Alma and the other avatars in base? Maybe... He did like you the way you are... Maybe you could approach the subject to see how he feels...? You swore if he says he likes you this way you'll go straight into the tank and strangle your bluer, prittier self.

"Um... Nah, I've heard he likes Halloween so I'll wear my scary sky people costume. I think... I think he likes me better like this." You mutter rubbing your cheek in thought, memories of his giant palm cradling your face made your breath hitch and cheeks blush.

That was the thing Alma felt jealous about. How many Na'vi accepted you so quickly... Was it for your charisma? Your experience in battle? She'll never know. Something she did know was that even though you were one giant sarcastic brat, you knew what to say and what to do in the right time. She has much to learn about you in that aspect...

One hour passes, you are in your room trying the dress you swore would make So'lek fall head over heels for you. Dani kept glaring at you from your bed, her outfit and make-up already put into place.

"Shit. If you think you look bad on that dress then maybe we could switch!" She was wearing your second best after all.

You groaned posing on the mirror then joked. "I'll only wear outfits that are absolutely festooned in ruffles."

"If that's what turns So'lek on I'm sure we can make a last minute call to Nefika, make her fix you something more pompous and Aranahe." Dani giggles then you give her a deadly stare.

"Oh!" You fake-cry out "I'm going in naked! Chances are we put what we learned into practice." Yes, you told Dani about Alma and Priya's intervention.

"Oh my god, (Y/n)..." She groans.

"What? You think his big blueberry dick is stumped? I'm sure my best chance with him will be naked or just wearing my usual shit!"

Dani REFUSED to let you leave your room in nothing or a rusty old rag having this dress you just put on. It hugged your curves perfectly, it didn't look scandalous nor too modest or formal. It was simply perfect. So she opts to help you apply light make-up and fix your hair well enough. Then-

A knock on the door startles you enough to silently beg Dani to hide under your bed afraid you two would mess up her big surprise to Jin.

And just as predicted Jim comes in, and to your absolute surprise, So'lek. You two stare at each other like two teenagers with a huge crush, it was tooth rottingly sweet, it made Jin shiver.

"(Y/n), did you see Dani? I've been told she was getting ready with you."

So'lek sniffed the air and looked at you expectantly but silent.

"Nope."

Then he spoke. "It does smell like her."

"How naughty! Do you know every girl in HQ's smell, babe?"

So'lek returns your smirk shaking his head in disbelief. Jin looks at you expectantly silently begging you to stop flirting.

"She was here, needed to steal a dress like she always does. Why? She in trouble?"

"It's nothing, but if you see her tell her to come find me. Okay? Okay." The human male left your room in a rush getting suffocated by the awkwardness of you and So'lek 's lovey dovey reunion.

When you turned to look at your world's favorite Na'vi, he was already walking straight to Dani's hiding spot. He seemed oblivious though, good god he bought your story. So'lek sits on the bed, palms flat on the mattress then he gives you this look. This hungry look. He looks like he will ravish you right there... It gets you folding (and forgetting that Dani is literally under his ass counting the dust under your bed.). You are practically a nervous mess.

"S-so? What do ya think?" You say referring to your dress.

"Hm..."

He lazily looks at you up and down yellow eyes scanning you unimpressed but hot in something you can't quite describe. Then he looks at your legs and his eyes widen a bit, mouth agape.

"You inked your leg."

"Ever the observer." You grinned and looked to your thigh where his eyes scanned your tattoo.

It was done fairly recent, cured, though he wasn't the first one to notice as Dani was actually the one who made it to you. The tattoo was simple, a figure of a cat walking to the inner side of your thigh with a giant Thanator following behind. His eyes widened in recognition over the Thanator like a kid reading a book about his favorite dinosaur, his giant frame kneeled down inspecting your thigh, you helped him lifting it, resting your naked foot on the mattress.

You giggled in delight by his reaction and he noticed, his eyes instantly glaring at you playing it cool.

"Was i rude?" He thought.

"If he looked at me like that everyday I'd die." You thought.

But then you noticed his hand grabbing your thigh firmly, the excuse was that he wanted to inspect your tattoo better but... What was the excuse for his cheek pressing on your upper thigh, eyes looking up at you as If testing the waters?

"Don't you look pretty on your knees..." You sighed, cheeks red.

He gave you this charming chuckle, his other hand taking that very same thigh, massaging it tenderly. Then he did the unthinkable. He planted the softest featherly kisses over your upper leg right over the Thanator's back. It made you instantly shiver but you would die before you asked him to stop.

"So'lek...?"

He doesn't respond, he just sits straighter, hands around your waist gently but firmly pressing your body against him. He was planting soft kisses over your torso enjoying the feeling of your hands weakly grasping his raven locks. Then he looked up at you meeting your soft smile, red in the face and glossy lips shining under the fluorescent light. Oh Eywa, you looked so...

So'lek blinks rapidly slowly rising to his feet still close to you. Both of you instantly hug, your chests rising and falling a bit quicker than before.

"I'm sorry... I..." His voice was small, almost shy.

"That was a tease." You whispered for him. "For when the party ends." You decide, giving him your most comforting smile. He returns it. A soft thing. You could die right there a happy woman.

"...For when the party ends." So'lek softly returns.

Then he takes a few steps back, face soft and lovesick. You couldn't hide the fact that you were looking at him the same way. So'lek looks to the side a bit unsure, then he strides away finding the door further than he remembered. He stops before he leaves, head moving to your shocked self. A side glance was enough to tell you your little game was on pause for now. He leaves, the door whooshing closed.

You flop to the bed out of breath. "Oh my god..."

"OH MY GOD." Dani mirrors. Her body crawling out of under the bed like a ghost. Shit you forgot Dani-

"Girl... Make sure you don't use your avatar tonight because if you do... Maybe I won't, but you'll definitely end up pregnant."

The party had started some time ago. Everyone had finally gathered inside HQ, Tamtey had arrived just in time to help Teylan with the lights he had put around. Drinks were being shared, laughs begun to echo all across the base, people gathered everywhere all across the halls, rooms and stations. So'lek often avoided crowded places but tonight he'll make an exception.

He wasn't hiding from you, nor were you. You two teased each other from a safe distance as you interacted with everyone and he pretended to enjoy the company of every single person who approached him. Lingering stares and soft, shy smiles evolved into heated looks that spoke a thousand words.

So'lek wasn't going to tell you this, but he had quite a few missed calls when they went to destroy Hardin's horror shit show. He was distracted. Ra'fi helped him focus, Tamtey and the other's well being and was on the line after all. He felt angry at himself for distracting himself this way. Seeing some of the videos Priya had provided during the intervention she and Alma gave you two when everyone was getting ready before the fight was a huge mistake. So'lek saw enough to feel a huge ball of nerves gather on his stomach, throat swallowing gallons of saliva and member begging to be unsheathed. He could almost hear you teasing the hell out of him for watching such... Lewd videos... Before attending to his duties. He could feel your small hands dragging your fingers across his throat and chest in teasing touches. Your lips whispering teasing things on his sensitive ears, your mouth letting out the cutest more sensual noises he could imagine after watching those videos...

He couldn't help it. He couldn't. He told you he'd watch them when the right time arrived. Well... Maybe this was the right time. So'lek felt nervous, but sure of it, excited even.

There was a moment you lost So'lek in a sea of people and Na'vi alike. And just when you were about to search for him, you found yourself on the kitchen.

You looked lost so Jin and Alex adopted you assuming you were drunk or waiting for someone. You didn't mind for the time being as you couldn't let your eagerness to be with So'lek cloud the whole party.

It was fun though, to see the Sarentu kids try the disgusting food Jin and Alex made. You didn't need to be on your avatar body to know all of the shit they did was on diarrhea level... Those idiots.

To your surprise, Nor decided to keep you company while Tamtey shat themselves after a few bites of every mutant plate displayed.

"Y'know what's awesome as a food lover?" You asked Nor. "I have two stomachs, this one and my avatar's, when I'm done stuffing my face with human food I'll try the Na'vi food- Not this one, though."

"What would happen if you need to go to the bathroom?" Nor genuinely asks. What the fuck was that kind of question?

"I'd go?"

"Yeah but. You'd go to the bathroom with the body you are controlling... If you lose consciousness when you switch bodies and your spare body needs to go to the bathroom while you are on the other, you wouldn't know... Not only that but... I think you'd straight up do it in your pants." Nor wishes he could take a picture and frame the face of shock and horror you were giving him.

This kid is actually stupidly smarter than you thought!

Then, like a savior. So'lek appeared in between the crowd, he looked everywhere, a focused glare examinating every corner of the room until his eyes found yours. You both softened your gazes, he was the first to nod to the side mouthing a "Come."

Yessir.

Nor scofs, Alex and Jin elbow you in chuckles, Ri'nela giggles behind her hand almost dropping her berries, Tamtey looks lost as hell and Teylan... seemed skittish which surprised you as he seemed to feel fondness over you and So'lek 's newfound situationship. Something was going on with him, but right now you had to muster your strength to stand up from your seat and follow the elder Na'vi.

So'lek was swallowed by the crowd. You approached excited, nervousness building up within you. A gasp erupted from your mouth when a blue hand took you by the waist taking you somewhere around the corner. So'lek met you then, pressing your body against the wall. You two burst in excited giggles, hands caressing eachother's everything, you begun reaching the backdoor, your hand grasping his, dumb smiles meeting one another, both pairs of legs carrying yourselves outside. So'lek took a breathing mask for you and carefully put it on you, ever the gentleman. When he was about to turn away your hand shot up and met his face, he stopped midway bending to your level, his smile softening.

"You look handsome..." You say, both hands cupping his blue cheeks. He purrs.

"I didn't even dress for the occasion. You on the other hand..." So'lek makes a face that could only be described as predatory. He then spoke Na'vi in a low tone, although it was something you couldn't quite understand. But then then pressed his forehead over your masked one, tip of his nose rubbing over where yours was. His eyes closed and yours did as well, you could feel his hands around your waist.

"What does that even mean, love...?"

"It means... Go to the roof. I have a surprise for you." He whispers softly. You were going to speak until he hushed you squeezing your waist lightly. "You have been giving me gifts and teases long enough. Allow me to repay you..."

The way you ran to the roof in chuckles made him laugh as well. Pretty dress be damned you climbed the base with ease nearing the roof like you were Na'vi. So'lek was about to go up when...

Come on... This has to be a joke at this point.

You let out a dry chuckle looking down at the tree line behind So'lek.

A female Na'vi appears, beautiful native gown hugging her tall slender form. She looked like a goddess of nature. You couldn't quite hear what was said but you saw So'lek pause looking at her, she seemed... Sad? Desperate. They were talking in hushed tones, rushed, in Na'vi. You weren't bad at Na'vi but you couldn't quite understand the jumbled words shared as they were rushed and emotional. It felt like you were watching a romance drama in another language without subtitles. You felt a bit nervous.

"So'lek...?" You called out.

You could only watch him from the back. But you knew he heard you, his ears twitched when you called him a second time but he wouldn't turn. He seemed fixated on Ra'fi. She wouldn't acknowledge your existence either. She whispered something. His shoulders tensed. Then when you called him a third time a bit more desperate. It didn't even sound like you.

And he left with her. Her arm wrapped around his dragging him across the field until they went into the forest.

"...So'lek..." He left you again.

He left you again. He left you again. He left you again. For a Na'vi. He left you for her.

You are not enough, you'll never be enough. This isn't what he wants... This body, this tiny sky people's body.

Your chest tightens, your vision blurry. You try to laugh in discomfort trying to move on but your breathing begins to hitch and a second later you begin hyperventilating. Your hands weakly grasp the railings. Moments together flash before your eyes, a thousand bad thoughts cloud your mind. So'lek left you again.

Your mask begins beeping in warning. You ignore it gasping in the mist of a panic attack until Alma's voice sounds behind you. She's with the sarentu children having a moment.

You'll be damned before none of them see you like this.

No one can see you like this.

You stumble inside HQ. When did the party get so quiet? Priya seems distressed checking the general computer alerting everyone around you. You couldn't care less. You just ran to the avatar's module finding your own. You glared at her, tears on the bream of your eyes. Reading the linking pod was easy, you've done it the last few times.

You got inside the linking pod trying to focus your troubled mind but struggled. The link was taking longer than it should. Your hyperventilation evened, your eyes firmly shut as you tried to breath calmly. A shuddering breath left your lips before you could hear giant thuds sounding on the background.

Your heart called out for So'lek. You wanted to believe he was right there looking for you. Your mind told you it was imposible. He left you like he did before. For her nonetheless.

And then you heard those thundering sounds again. Closer this time. Then screams, then something breaking, falling. A huge explosion, then a million more, they were coming closer. Then silence.

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[fic-heaven]

The cat and the Thanator

Part 1. Hatred, love and everything in between

"A kiss?"

You quirked a brow, your smile never faltering.

So'lek stood up from one of the resistance's hammocks towering over you like a skyscraper, you didn't move to give him space, he almost bumped into your small frame.

He took a few steps to your right then kneeled down your level, disdain and mockery clear on his face.

"You wish. Human." With that, he walked off exiting the area. His tail swayed sharply knocking down your stuff and messing up your working table, hell, even your computer almost fell to the ground.

Everyone near stared but didn't comment or did anything. You and So'lek had been at it for a year, ever since you first knew each other it wasn't a surprise, everyone has grown accustomed to your flirty nature clashing with his brooding self, some even found it hilarious.

You were obviously clueless of this or else your teases would have worsened by now.

You knew of So'lek 's reservations with humans, but the way he treated you like he was allergic to your very existence was so funny to you, you'd tease the hell out of him any way you could, shamelessly flirting and making comments to play around, he'd take that as a challenge and pretend your actions never had an effect on him then proceeded to push you away. But the truth was blatantly obvious to the other na'vis in base. So'lek reeked of arousal when you'd mess around acting like a horny vixen, it was to be expected, you were still female, human or not.

"He likes me alright~" you chuckled which earned a few sighs and groans around you.

Something you never thought would happen eventually did happen. After a long torturous forty-five minute conversation between Teylan and Priya about... About what? You have no clue, your brain was half melted after the first five minutes of Teylan's monologue right before Priya interjected. You spotted So'lek from the corner of your eye, your grin was instant, your eyes sparkling in mischief as your head shot to his side but just when you were about to call him in a sing-song voice you stopped yourself seeing another na'vi woman talking his ear off.

You recognized her, she's a member from the Zeswa clan from the upper planes, Ra'fi. A beautiful woman, and as far as you know one of the strongest Zeswa warriors. You heard Tamtey comment on how skilled she also was crafting kites and hunting... Not to talk about her appearance as a whole.

"Damn." You couldn't help but mutter. She had to be the Lamborghini of all mates by Na'vi standards. She was skilled in pretty much anything. Quite a catch for any young males or females.

A tingle of something ran down your throat, like you had forgotten to put on your oxygen mask and the air of Pandora was melting down your lungs. You looked away, focusing on Teylan's cries for your attention just when So'lek turned his head to your direction spotting you instantly.

"You big baby! If you keep crying like that how do you expect any ikran to choose ya? Do I have to remind you how they pick their bonded?" You said with laughter in your tone, you were always picking on Teylan in an older sibling kind of way. Ri'nela almost scolded you once until she saw how much Teylan appreciated you not babying him.

"Trust me" The young Na'vi let out a nervous chuckle. "I'll be ready when the time comes! And i-if I'm not... Well, at least I would have tried my best!"

You smiled up at him before you looked down your feet as you massaged your neck. Gosh, speaking with them was taking a tool on your neck, but if staring at So'lek 's frowny face for hours every day earned you torticollis then it was very worth it.

"So'lek!" Priya called out cheerfully as the giant warrior walked to your small group with Ra'fi hot on his tail.

He nods in greeting, shoulders stiff, brow muscle tight and tail swaying like he just got out of a fight.

"Lookin' good today, babe." You greet in your usual insufferable way.

So'lek scoffed but visibly relaxed. You guessed he was just glad to be back home. That, or...

"This is Ra'fi." He went on to introduce his companion.

Only then did you realize she was giving you the stinkiest eye you had ever seen. She had this face na'vis made seconds before hissing. How funny... But why-

Then realization hit you and you felt dumb.

The conversation they all were having became background noise. Your ears ringed, your eyes looking down Teylan's forgotten tablet on his hand as your brain finally thought about what was really happening. Are they a thing? Is this why So'lek is introducing her? Why he has been reacting so hostile towards your usual playful flirting? Is this him drawing a clear line between you?

I mean, he didn't really have to. You weren't serious all this time, were you? You knew you and him would never... But if there was a single atom of a possibility you wouldn't have turned it down. Ahh this was so stupid and overwhelming.

"Where are you going?" Priya asked.

You didn't realize you were gathering your things until she called you out. You made this face like a child getting caught doing something they weren't supposed to. "Left the gas open?"

"Gas-? What? You said you'd help me and Teylan with our research!"

"(Y/n)." So'lek called out just when you were about to leave them.

You looked up at him curiously, he looked down at you as if gathering his thoughts before he just said.

"Don't call me babe again."

Ra'fi finally let out a silent hiss at you.

"Loud and clear."

[dragon-kazansky]

The song in our hearts

Lestat De Lioncourt x Female Reader

A musician with a heart that sings and an admirer who wishes to see his songbird thrive. Two beings in different worlds get caught up in each other when someone threatens to steal his songbird's spotlight. Loving Lestat isn't simple, and your life will never be the same again. What is eternity without chaos?

{Masterlist}

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Chapter Fourteen - A promise made

It’s midnight in the park. You're sitting on a bench with Lestat. His arm is draped around the back, hovering next to you. You're both watching a couple argue across the square.

“Do you think we'll ever argue like that?” You ask.

“Non.”

You look at him. He was confident in his answer. It made you smile. He sounded so sure of how things will play out for you both. Though you have to wonder, you have all of eternity with this man, surely you'll fall out at some point.

Lestat brushes your arm with his fingers and you smile, turning back to the couple. The young woman hits her partner with her purse and storms off. You watch the man look around, though he doesn't notice you both across the way, and then hurry after her.

“Let's go.”

You rise with Lestat and take off in the direction they both went off to. You hold his hand, seemingly just another couple out late at night. 

You're wearing an outfit Lestat bought for you. From the hat to the shoes, he had gifted you everything. You felt happy.

The couple are still storming off down the road. The man is shouting for his lover.

“Chrissy! Come back!”

The woman does not come back. The man picks up his face and chases after her. You let go of Lestat's hand as you both also pick up the pace.

Lestat goes on ahead, leaving you to deal with the gentleman. The young man loses sight of his lover as he turns the corner, a sign that Lestat is already doing his thing. You put your hands in your coat pockets and walk quickly past the gentleman, looking at him through your lashes as you pass him.

He stumbles in his tracks as he meets your eyes. You offer him a smile and continue walking. Just like that he has forgotten about his angry lover.

The young man follows you around the next corner. You guide him off the main road and down the footpath that leads toward the river. He watches you come to a stop under the bridge. You turn on your heel and look at him. He continues to come closer, taking slow steps toward you.

“Hello…”

You smile. “Hello.”

“I was, uh… I don't remember.”

“No. I don't suppose you do.”

He swallows nervously and adjusts his tie. You chuckle softly. You reach out and take his ties into your own hands, undoing the knot carefully. He watches you undo it without saying a word. You let the tie fall to the ground by your polished shoes. You don't spare it a glance. Your fingers work on the first button of his shirt, and then the next.

He doesn't stop you.

You gently guide him till his back makes contact with the wall. His hands reach out to nervously hold your waist.

You give him a smile.

With your hand, you guide his head closer to yours and inhale sharply. “You smell divine.”

All he does is chuckle.

Lestat is walking along the riverside with a body in his arms. Blood drips from her neck, but it absorbs into the collar of her clothes. She was dead for only a few minutes, and her body was still a little warm.

As he reaches the bridge he comes to a stop. He grins as he watches you. You're working your charm on the man. Luring the sheep to his slaughter. He loved watching you do it.

Just like that you sink your teeth into the man's neck and take your fill. His hands go limp and fall to his sides. You're quick to drain him, not even giving him a chance to realise he's dying.

Lestat continues his way over to you.

“That was marvellous, Chéri.”

You pull away from the man's neck and wipe your chin with the back of your hand. Lestat grins with delight.

“How was she?”

“Anger really gets the blood flowing. I feel almost alive,” he laughs.

You chuckle and let the body fall to the ground as you reach out and bring Lestat closer. You kiss him with need. He desires your lips just as much and nips at them. You chuckle and pull away. That would have to wait till later.

You turn on your heel and prepare to grab the man, about to drag him along so you could dispose of him. However, something catches your eye. You crouch down and reach for the little box that had fallen out of his pocket. You stand back up and lift the top, exposing the little diamond ring inside.

Lestat drops the girl with a thud and comes up beside you. He eyes the sparkly ring.

He would have chosen something a little more flashy for you, but he can't deny this makes him feel something. Slowly, he reaches out and takes the ring from the box. He holds it up to inspect it some more. You watch him do so.

“Worth anything?” You ask.

Lestat turns his gaze back to you. “A little. I'm sure he worked very hard to get it. Not that he has much use for it now.”

“Can I keep it?”

You know you have a lot of jewellery at home. Lestat was constantly bringing you gifts and souvenirs from kills. You just found the ring rather cute.

A smile appears on his lips. “You can have it on one condition.”

You raise a brow at his remark. “And that is?”

“Marry me.”

You stare at the vampire in shock. Did he actually say that? No, he couldn't have. Lestat cared little for such commitments when he knew he was already devoted to you enough.

“Well?” He asks.

“Sorry, could you say that again?”

“Marry me.”

So you heard correctly. You move your lips as if to say something, but not a sound comes out.

Lestat chuckles. “I had hoped this would be an easy term to accept. I could just throw this ring into the river.” He moves to stand closer to the water but you reach out and grasp his wrist before he can.

“No!”

“No?”

“No, as in don't do that. I want it. I want you.”

Lestat grins. “You do?”

“Of course I do.”

Leatat turns his body back toward you and reaches for your hand. He lifts it up and gently sets the ring on your finger. You watch him do it, admiring the way it sparkles.

“Well?”

“Better set a date.”

“You're what?!” Amelie shouts, standing from her stool. She is in complete shock.

“Lestat asked me to marry him.” You hold out your hand. Amelie grabs it gently and looks at the diamond. In the next second she is wrapping her arms around you and hugging you tight.

“I can't believe it!”

You chuckle softly. “Me either, to be honest. It seemed sudden, but… I want it.”

“I didn't realise how close you two were getting. I mean, I knew you were close, but…”

“Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about me and him. There was so much going on and there were things I was focused on. You're still my friend through and through.” You give her another hug.

Ameilie smiles. “You're forgiven. I'm happy for you, really. When are you getting married?”

“Friday.”

“That's 3 days away…?”

“I know. Lestst doesn't see any point in waiting, so he's organised it all.”

“Are you sure you're ready?” She asks. You know she's making out of concern as a friend.

You smile. “Yeah. I think I am.”

Jack gives you flowers after you tell him the news. He insists on a party at the theatre to celebrate. You try to dissuade him, but he's a stubborn man.

The party was only for those at the theatre. Lestat was in a slight huff about it, but he let you go off to celebrate.

It was about one in the morning when you got back home. Lestat was sitting at the piano playing a gentle tune. A half empty glass of wine sat atop the piano.

“You're home.”

“I am.”

He continues to play as you walk over and drape yourself around him. Lestat leans into your embrace and smiles. He won't pretend to hate the fact he couldn't have come with you, but stay the same time, you seemed to have had a good time.

“I am glad you are home.”

“Me too.”

Lestat stops playing the piano and pulls you into his lap. You chuckle as you settle in his arms. He nuzzles your cheek gently with his nose as he inhales your scent. You're wearing the perfume he bought you. You smell delicious.

“Soon you shall be my bride.”

You smile. “Yes, I will.”

“No other shall ever claim you the way I shall. Mind, body, and soul.” He nips at your earlobe.

“You're so possessive,” you chuckle.

“I can't help it. I'm addicted to you, Chéri.”

You place a hand against his cheek and look him in the eyes. “I don't blame you. If you have any idea just how I feel about you.”

He steals a kiss. “Oh, but I do.” He pulls you even closer as he lets his desires take over.

You wake up early the next night. You're alone in your coffin. It's not too unusual for Lestat to be up already when you wake. He only stays about 50% the time. The rest of the time  he's off doing something to amuse himself.

You dress and make your way downstairs. His hat and coat were gone. He's gone out.

You shrug and greet your piano with a gentle caress along the keys. You're about to let yourself be embraced by music before a knock sounds at the door. You go and answer it.

The door opens and a police officer is standing on your doorstep.

“Good evening, ma'am. Do you have a moment?”

You nod and let him in. He comes inside and turns to face you. He looks a little sad. You could see it in his eyes. It dawns on you that this is one of the officers that questioned you that night in the theatre.

“Is something wrong?” You ask. Has something happened to Lestat?

“It's about Miss Eleanor.”

You feel a chill go down your spine. What about her? The police can't possibly have anything on the account that Lestat took care of her.

“Yes?”

“It appears she has gone missing. Well, more like left. Her apartment was empty.”

“And that… needs the police? She had stated she was staying long term.”

“Yes, well, an inquiry was made, so we took a look into it. It would seem she left in haste. I came to ask if you may know where she has gone to, or how to contact her?”

“No. Why would I know that?”

“It appeared you were somewhat friendly. At least, that is what we were led to believe.”

“By who?” You ask.

“Miss Amelie from the theatre.”

You freeze. Amelie had made the inquiry? But why? 

“Amelie told you that?”

“Yes. You had dinner with Miss Eleanor, didn't you not?”

“Well, yes. She invited us out.”

“Us?” He asks.

“Me, Amelie, Jack… my partner, Lestat.” You tell him.

“Where is your partner now?”

“Out.”

“This time of night?”

You give him a look. After all, he had come calling at this time. He seems to understand your look.

“I apologise. I did call earlier this afternoon, but no one answered.”

“Ah, we were both out.”

The officer nods his head slowly and takes a step toward your door. “Very well. That was all. Thank you for your time, and sorry for disturbing your evening.”

You nod and let him out again. Once you close the door behind him you lean against the bannister of the stairs.

What had Amelie said?

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[hislittlesparklejumpropequeen]

I never blamed you for loving me the way you did.

Lestat De Lioncourt x reader

Summary; Lestat De Lioncourt had a wife once. And a beautiful life. Until he lost everything. Warnings; fail marriage, blood and injuries, vampire sex, character deaths, suicide, self-hatred, penis in vagina sex, creampie, sex as a coping mechanism, child loss, grief and mourning, ANGST, hurt no comfort, BISEXUAL Lestat de Lioncourt

Word count: 11,181

(Pre-canon)

Lestat had spent decades on this planet. He had known thousands of people, been to hundreds of cities, lain with both women and men. He had fallen in love, once upon a time. And he had known loneliness. He knew it even before he was turned into this vile creature. When he had to spend his days in his cold bed as a little human child. As his father and brothers torture toy, his mother’s suffocating burden, when had to spend days in Satan’s dungeon with the dead and the undead, waiting for his final day see his god for the first and last time. The nights he prayed to God to spare his life and how his prayers turned to pleadings for his death. He begged it to be quick and painless. He wanted his mother’s comfort that he never knew. He wanted to go back to church and attend the sunday service with the people of his small town. He wanted to hold cross one more time and feel the love of Christ in his bones.

He thought about God and Jesus and his mother when Magnus nearly ripped his neck open with his sharp fangs one night. He drank so much that Lestat thought he saw a bright light in the corner of his eye. He felt his soul slip away from his body and the lightness wash over him. It was a comfort that he never felt in his entire life before. Not when he used to lay beside that tree on the hill and exchange glances with the pretty looking shepherd boy as the warm breeze danced with his own blonde curls. Not when he fell asleep with that beautiful daughter of the baker by the river, naked, arms wrapped around one another, his head on her chest, listening to her heart beats.

He had tasted blood for the first time when Magnus pressed his bleeding wrist to his lips. Lestat started to drink. He had no idea why he was drinking. It was an instinctual command coming from his body, from his very existence. He felt life come back to him. But not his soul, it was gone. He felt his flesh harden like rocks and the colour drain away from his rosey cheeks of humanity. He felt Magnus’s blood flow trough his veins, fast and burning. He felt the warmth in his chest. His fingertips hurt with the sharp nails that grew in seconds. His eyes were sore and when he opened them again, the bright colours made him dizzy. He could hear everything and everyone. He could feel everything at once. He wanted to die. He wanted to beg Magnus to stop playing with him and let him die peacefully. And he was alone one more time when Magnus died in the flames, in front of his eyes. He smelled his burning rotten flesh. Dying like him disgusted Lestat.

Over time his yearning for God’s love turned into grudge. He wondered why God let him turn into this blood thirsty monster. Yes, that was what he was. A monster trough and trough. And no one would dare to love a monster like him. Even tho the monster would love anyone in the purest way possible if he was given chance.

And he did. Lestat loved Nicolas. As much as he could at least. Nicki was a troubled man since the first moment Lestat laid his eyes on him. He thought that being with him and having countless adventures could change him and plant seeds of happiness into soul. But it didn’t. He hesitated turning him into a vampire when Nicki was begging him to do so. He could sense the consequences of doing it. But spending centuries with the man he loved convinced Lestat. Nicki sinked into his dark thoughts more. His violin played with sadness and sorrow more than ever. Lestat felt his darkness in himself. He could not hear but see Nicki’s feelings in is empty looking eyes. He felt the guilt filling his heart as his first love was turning into someone he didn’t know. Armand’s presence wasn’t helping at all.

Lestat never thought about being loyal to his spouses when the world was full of fruits in different shapes and colours and tastes. There was so much to explore in his infinite life time. Armand was a capturing thing. With his eyes looking into his soul and reading him like an open book. Armand was offering so many things to Lestat that no one ever could. He yearned for the care and affection from Armand. He wanted to drink from him, lay with him and taught by him how to survive, live with the nature of a vampire. But being with Armand in front of the eyes of Nicki pushed the poor boy into madness more and more every passing day. Lestat was hungry but not for the destruction of the ones he loved.

He left Paris with his mother. He had left Nicki and Armand and the theatre. Only to receive the news of Nicki’s death. He fell onto his knees when they sent his violin to him. He touched the places where Nicki’s fingertips traced over. And he played it for the last time to feel his lover again. It didn’t matter if he was feeling Nicki’s love, rage or sadness. He only wanted a piece of him. His lips trembled when he played his favourite melody. The melody Nicki would play for Lestat after the moments they spent in each others arms, tasted one another and explore the corners of pleasure. He remembered that fearless little boy that he met with back in the day, when they were both humans. He remembered the shy glances of Nicki when he was looking at Lestat’s eyes, lips and every detail on his face. He remembered the moments they danced together and his mother would sing for them. He remembered their last happy moments. Tears of blood flowed down his cheeks and stained his white shirt.

He was alone again when his mother left him. He felt unlovable. Even his own mother couldn’t stand his presence. How could anyone in this world would love a man like him? By that time he had forgotten how it felt like being close to god and feel his love. He knew that God left him when he was turned into a seed of devil. He wanted to scream and shout and tell God that he never had a chance to choose. If he could he would choose God over everyone and everything without a second thought. Therefore Lestat knew believing in something higher and more powerful than you was a great comfort and happiness a man could ever have.

He traveled for years after his mother left him. He wondered around the countries, saw humans kill one another, cheat on one another, trick one another and destroy one another. He saw that it was not only him that was hungry for something he couldn’t name. Then his bright greyish blue eyes found the figure of a little human being in the crowd, dancing with a beautiful smile on her face. His eyes watched you for the whole dance. He heard your fast breaths, how they go trough your delicate nose and reach to your lungs that were still fresh and youthful compared to his rotten body. He saw the drops of sweat sliding trough your temple, your hair damp and the braid crown that was about to fall off. He heard your laugh, full of life and joy. He saw your skirts fly off as you tap your feet on the floor with your human strength. Your dance made him smile. His smile widened as you kept dancing and laughing. He felt like he never saw something or someone more alive. He felt a warmth in his chest. So different from the one felt when he first drank Magnus’s blood. It was type of warmth he felt when he was still human, when he had fears of a human and desires of a human.

He took you into his arms as you were still dancing. The dance floor was crowded as you felt his hands on you. You turned around and saw the most beautiful pair of eyes that you ever saw in your entire life. It felt natural to be in his arms, to be close to him and smiling at him. Lestat looked into your eyes as both of you danced trough the song. You didn’t want this song to ever finish. His body was pressed against yours and it felt like you were the only ones in the dance floor, in the world. He felt your gentle hands on his arms, going to his shoulders. It felt tingly and he realised how much he missed this human feeling. He laughed when you accidentally stepped on his feet and his laugh sounded more beautiful than thousand melodies that you ever heard. Which musician could ever write a song that sounded like his joy? Who could ever be the inspiration and make any musician to write it?

You watched his blonde long curls shine under the colourful lights. The thought of running your fingers trough his curls sent shivers down your spine. Lestat shook slightly when he heard your thoughts. You didn’t think about laying with him right away or take advantage of things that he might offer you. You only wanted to caress his hair. Something his mother never did. He closed his eyes and leaned down to your neck. The flavour of your blood filled his nostrils in seconds. He felt dizzy and wrapped his arms tighter around you. You felt his lips ghost over your skin and you had to hold onto him.

“Wait for me, ma cherie.” He whispered and you opened your eyes. Your arms were on the air, hugging no one. You felt coldness wash over your burning cheeks.

“Wait for me.” You heard his voice again. You turned around but he was no where to be seen. Your hands held your long skirts and put the strands of hair behind your ear. People around you kept dancing as you walked out of the dance floor with shaky legs.

Lestat watched you for the rest of the night from far afar. You didn’t dance again or laugh. You sat down, sipped on your drink, answered question when they were referring to you and looked for him with curious eyes. He felt sense of pride in his heart. Not because a mortal girl was mesmerised by him but because it was you that was mesmerised by him. You were not his prey of the night. He could fill that place with someone anytime, anyone could be his meal tonight. No, you were meant to be alive, and you were meant to be by his side.

For eight long weeks he watched your every step. He watched you wake up every morning, have breakfast with your family, attend your daily lessons, sew with your lady friends, read your books by your window and think about him. He could hear your sweet dreams about him, even when he was in his house. You were waking up everyday, hoping to see him somehow. You thought about telling your mother many times. Maybe she would’ve known about that otherworldly lord that attended the party in the gambling club. He watched you blush like a cherry in summer when one of your mother’s friends pointed out that you were zoning out and getting lost in your thoughts pretty often, just like a young lady in love would do. Your mother laughed it off as you kept your eyes on the floor and your thoughts on Lestat.

He watched you go home that day. Slip away from the heavy layers of your dress, undo your beautifully braided hair and lay on your back on the bed. Your room was lightened by the few candles on your desk and nighstand. He could hear your heart beating fast as you pictured his eyes again and again. Oh how beautiful he was. As if carved by God himself carefully within the image of an angel. You could feel that weird, tingly sensation in your stomach when you remembered his lips on your skin. Lestat smiled softly as you drifted into sleep thinking about him. And he was in your room. He walked to your desk first and looked over the poetry books you were reading, and the some poems you tried to write. A little poet i have hear, Lestat thought.

He walked to your bed. His hands traced over your neck to your chest and lastly to your stomach. His touch was so soft and light, he could feel you hardly. But he could feel your warmth so clearly. He could feel it even with just being in your room. He tried to remember the last time he felt the warmth of humanity in him. Nearly two centuries. He sat on your bed and looked at your sleeping figure. You looked so peaceful. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to sleep for night without all those memories haunting him? He listened to your heart beats for a moment and the way your eyes were moving slightly during your sleep. He leaned over you, to your neck. He inhaled deeply as his lips were close to your skin. For a moment he feared that his cold lips would wake you up but you didn’t open your yes. Your blood made his mouth watery. He was so hungry. For blood yes, but he was hungry for something more. Something that could make him feel alive after two centuries of being dead. Something that would make his heart beat faster with excitement again.

He wondered if God was looking down at two of you in that moment. If he was, would he let Lestat to defile one more of his human children? If yes, why? Wasn’t it both torture for Lestat and them? He had the blood of thousands on his hands. And there was no soap or water in this world that could wash it away from him. He was carrying all his victims within himself. They were in his veins, staining his fangs.

He laid his body on top of yours slowly, gently. His broad shoulders blocked your eyes and his legs trapped you between them. Your eyes opened wide with the pressure on your stomach. First you could only see darkness, then you felt a cold hand against your cheek.

“Don’t be afraid, mon cœur.” He whispered. Your fast breathing calmed in seconds. He looked down at your face and your gaze met with his own. You looked divine under the moonlight, under him. The way your eyes were still half open, in the grasp of sleep. And the way your cheeks were flushed with shyness and excitement. But not fear. His eyes found your lips lastly. Your lips that were slightly open, sucking in little breaths, looking all soft and warm. Lestat felt your hardened tetes peaking trough your nightgown, pressed against his tough chest.

You saw his bright blue eyes go darker with lust and his teeth grow into sharp fangs that only a wild animal would have. You felt his sharp nails digging into your skin and make you bleed. You both hissed as his fingertips got covered with your blood. He snarled just like an animal as the smell of fresh blood surrounded his very being. Your body trembled and you held onto his arms tightly

“Are you going to kill me?” You whispered. You did not feel horror, or rage or sorrow. You were only exited as he held you in his arms. Lestat smiled softly at your question. He pressed his nose against your cheek and inhaled your scent one more time. Your humanly, sweet smell made him dizzy. He felt an unfamiliar sensation down below his stomach.

“No, I will give you life. Better than the one you have.” He said and bite down your neck. First thing you felt was a sharp pain that made your neck go numb. You could not move, rather dare to move. It felt like if you moved, the pain would get worse. Lestat let his body go and laid on top of you fully, giving his whole weight. You opened your legs and welcomed his slender figure. And for the first time in decades, Lestat felt like he was home.

The wound that his fangs made on your neck started to burn when he licked and played with it with his tongue. The tears filled your eyes as Lestat laid his head on your neck. He kept drinking from you, slowly, taking little sips with the tip of his tongue, still breathing in your scent. His arms were wrapped around you and you could feel him all over you. He felt himself harden against your hips. He had to do it. He had to put an end to his loneliness.

He slashed his wrist with his nails, deep enough for him to bleed. Then he pressed his wrist against your lips. Your slowly closing eyes opened up at once as the strange taste of blood hit your tongue. Lestat shifted his position to open up the breaches of his trousers. He watched you drink him up hungrily as he lifted your skirt up to your waits. You felt his cold fingertips tracing over your bare stomach and thighs. His blood tasted sweet. Sweeter than the liquors you tasted in the balls, sweeter than the sherbets in the centre of the candies you ate, sweeter than the tropical fruits that your father bought very rarely.

You felt your whole body burn in need, in lust. You felt the buzzing sensation in your brain and your ears ringed. You pushed his hand away and pressed your lips against his own. You had to have him. It was a primal instinct that made you think so. Lestat held your back and positioned himself against your leaking entrance. Your warm walls welcomed him. You were sweet, warm and wet. In that moment it felt like it was all he ever needed. You tasted each other’s blood on your lips as his tongue explored your mouth. The he pushed you back and pressed his wrist back onto your lips. He wanted you to drink, cure your thirst and hunger with him.

He thrusted into you hard and deep as you kept drinking and drinking. He had to tend to you, he had to care for his fledgling. You were his. From head to toe, you belonged to him. Magnus had never claimed him as his own. His mother had no maternal instinct for him. He belonged to no one in this entire world. Nicki was in his own little world despite the love Lestat gave him. And Armand would never belong to anyone. Oh but you, you were perfect for him. Your walls tightened and it drove him over the edge. He ripped his arm away from you and held your face. You whined in need for his blood. His length went deeper and deeper into you as your shaky breaths hit his face.

He heard your heart sync with his own as he looked into your eyes. Your face was covered in blood as you moaned in pleasure. Lestat wanted to get lost in you. He wanted to be buried in you. He spent himself in you with one last thrust and felt your walls tighten more than before as you choked on your breaths and held him tight against you. He looked down at you and saw your thighs and his pubes sticky with blood. I had claimed her in every way possible, he thought.

He let you lay back down as he laid himself on top of you. You tried to catch your breath and he laid his head on your chest, between your breasts. Lestat kissed your skin, his lips left marks of blood on you. Then he felt your hands in his hair. Your fingers played with his lose curls that was ruined when he lost himself in pleasure. He felt your fingertips caressing his forehead and temple, gently, softly. You were still gentle with him even after what he did to you. His shoulders relaxed under your touch and he let out a shaky breath. What was he going to do now? He should’ve ask you before turning you and prisoning you into darkness. How he was different from Magnus when he just grabbed you like a piece of meet and drank your essence of life just to replace it with his rotten, blood of death?

“My family will think I coupled with the devil.” You whispered as you kept caressing his hair. Lestat’s breath hitched in his troath. He looked up to you under his lashes. He looked like a scared little boy in this light. A little boy that feared the monsters under his bed, scared of his father’s rage, scared of life and death. The tears of blood filled his eyes as he looked into your eyes. He saw the bright colour of your irises that matched your new nature. He nodded as he agreed with your statement.

“You have.” He said quietly as he avoided your eyes. He heard your small chuckle, felt his arm move as your chest rised up. You were still so calm. Maybe you were in shock after what he did to you. Poor girl, Lestat thought. I have driven one more innocent into madness.

“How come devil is so pretty then?” You asked as your fingertips trailed around his eyebrows. He stopped frowning with your touch. Then your touch continued to his eyes. Then to his nose. You caressed his straight bone. Finally your fingertips reached to his lips. Your hand brought grace to his well shaped lips. He planted a small kiss to your fingers.

“I never knew devil would look so perfect.” You whispered. As if even you couldn’t believe what you were saying. But Lestat heard you. He heard you so well that he received your compliment as a sharp pain into his heart. Growing up he had always heard that he was a pretty boy. Many of his lovers had said so even after his humanity was ravaged. But he couldn’t see anything but a monster when he looked at himself in the mirror. He had a attraction for violence. He couldn’t feel fulfilled if he didn’t kill. And he couldn’t satisfy himself if he didn’t hurt.

“You don’t know what I am. How can you say I am perfect after what I’ve done to you?” He asked his his tears started to spill from his eyes. You caught them before they could flow down his cheeks. Your small, soft smile remained on your lips. Lestat thought that he never seen someone so beautiful. He was surrounded by your smell, your beauty and compassion. He was covered in your blood and you were carrying his blood. He felt himself warm next to you. Centuries of coldness in his chest was replaced with your smile. He could feel your body calling for him, desperate for his touch and taste. There was a soreness in his troath. He wanted to scream it out.

“You have bewitched me.” You said, almost like a confession. His sharp gaze found your eyes immediately. Lestat’s tears kept spilling from his eyes as he laid his head on your chest again. He stayed in your arms who knows for how long. How could he let you go know? When you were calling him perfect, even after seeing his blood thirsty animalistic side, touching him with love and passion, carrying a piece of him in you, opening your arms for him without a question and accepting him as he is?

The next time Lestat knew loneliness was the hardest time.

You were a great companion, lover and a wife for him after the night he had you in your room, in your bed of youth and innocence. You were a brave little thing that was ready to face an army for him. He felt like the luckiest man alive when your laughs echoed trough the walls of your home. After decades he was finally living, sleeping in a house that he called home. He tried to taught you french but you were impatient and often ran away from his grasp to play his favourite melodies on the piano. He couldn’t get mad at you and watched you for hours as you played, looking at him for the whole time with a big grin on your face. He bought you the finest dresses in your favourite colours, had beautiful jewellery made for you. He loved making you happy more than everything in the whole world.

You were getting into an excited hurry every time you two decide to host a party in your home. People of your city were adoring both of you as a couple. You were so cheerful that there was no room people didn’t smile and the place didn’t lighten up as you entered. Men and women considered themselves lucky if you danced with them. But Lestat knew your first and last dance always belonged to him. Your heart and soul belonged to him. He didn’t know how many nights he pressed his forehead against yours, smiled like a teenage boy in the bliss of love and lifted you into air as your skirts flied behind you and your laughs filled ears of fortunate mortals. His heart was syncing with someone that loved him deeply. And he was so full of love, that he couldn’t remember the times he had lost himself in darkness.

He would have children with you if he could. If he was still a human. He would love to raise a boy that looked like you and a girl that looked like him. He had imagined the picture many nights as he closed his eyes in his coffin, his arms wrapped tight around you. He could see them running around the house, laughing beautifully like you. He could see them growing up and having their own lives as he grew old with you. I was so close to have a life, he thought after every single time he dreamt. The thought brought him sorrow. But he had you. It was more than enough for him.

Lestat met with your family when you two decided to get married. Your parents loved him. They called him a great gentleman with knowledge and culture. A husband fit for my daughter’s hand, your father said. But as the years went by and you still didnt have children or added wrinkle over there and there, your family sank nto silence. The letters became lesser and lesser. By the last letter, it was a dry piece of paper with few words written on it. No feelings, no longing or great love of your mother. You two attended the funeral of your father as he passed away after 15 years of your marriage to Lestat. Your mother’s eyes filled with tears and hatred as you watched your father getting buried. Lestat held you as you fought so hard to keep your tears back from spilling. You could see everyone’s eyes on you, examining you with fear planted in their heart, convinced that you are no longer the girl they knew. You tried to approach your mother and got blocked by cousins and other relatives.

“Tell that devil to leave my poor girl's body and find someone else to be the servant of satan.” You mother’s harsh voice made you step back. And Lestat could hear your heart shatter into pieces. He knew her words were referring to him. How many times I will hear the same thing, phrased differently? He thought. After the funeral you refused to leave your bed chambers for days. You didn’t eat even if Lestat hunted for you. You refused to sleep either. As the sun rose from the east and Lestat closed his coffin, he could hear your muffled cries in your own coffin. You couldn’t get yourself to sleep with him. You couldn’t get yourself to face to world. Your mind kept drifting back to the times you were with your family and how much they loved you. Lestat never wished something as much he wished to hear your thoughts and take your pain away. If he could, he would take all it of to himself. He was used to be in pain since he knew himself. But seeing his sunshine fade away was like tying his hands and feet and abandon him to starve to death.

After days, you left your coffin for the first time. Lestat’s bright eyes scanned your body head to toe. All he could see was a hungry vampire that was broken. Your under eyes were purple and your skin was paler than usual. The veins under your skin was showing trough. You could barely walk and talk as he held you in his arms and carried to the living room. Your hands fell to your thighs and he fell to his knees in front of you. His eyes were filled with concern and fear.

“Ma cherie, you need to eat something.” He said as he tried to make eye contact with you desperately. But your eyes were avoiding him by all cost. Your lips parted and some whispers left your mouth. Lestat leaned closer to hear you.

“It’s you.” He heard you say. He frowned and his mouth opened but nothing came out.

“I don’t understand.” He said quietly after a moment. You looked like a mess in front of him. And he wanted nothing more than pulling you back into his arms and never let you go.

“You never did.” You said as you finally made eye contact with him. “You are the reason of my current state.”

Lestat felt your words form into a dagger and stab him on his heart. His stomach dropped and he fought the urge to get away from you. He wanted to step away and take one more step away and one more… Your eyes were looking at him differently. There was a feeling he never felt from you before. Hate.

“You made me what I am and you ruined me.” Your voice sharp and your eyes full of bitterness. You collected all your strength to get up but it was not enough to keep you standing. Lestat held you gently before you could fall. Then he felt your sharp nails scratch him and rip his hands away from you.

“Don’t ever touch me.” You hissed and crawled away on the big sofa. Lestat’s eyes could not leave the empty space that you used to sit. He could hear your heart beating fast and he could almost taste the poison in your words you spoke out and you were going to speak out.

“You put me in a prison that I will never be able to leave. No matter what I do.” You said. Lestat looked over you and saw the tears of blood flow down your cheeks. Your fragile figure broke his heart repeatedly. He came in front of you on his knees and tried to hold your hand but you pulled away again. He sighed and did his best to hold his tears back.

“It will get better. In time everything will feel less weird and more normal. You will embrace what you are.” Your eyebrows lifted and a cold smirk appeared on your lips.

“And what is that? A murderer? A sinner? A cursed woman?” Your voice raised with each word and Lestat moved away. He turned around to avoid your eyes and words. His left hand found the corner of the window to lean down and his right hand covered his mouth. Muffled cries left his lungs as he shut his eyes tight.

“You will carry this feeling for the rest of your life.” You said and your presence left the house in seconds. Lestat did not move from his spot as he felt you going away from him. Your heart beats faded away in the night until he couldn’t hear you anymore. Me and you both, he wanted to say.

8 years.

He didn’t see you for 8 years after that night. He knew you were out of the city, far away from him. He called for you every night for a year at first. He screamed your name in darkness, hoping desperately that maybe you would hear and answer him. But you didn’t. Once his voice became hoarse, he wrote letters to your family. But got nothing back. Was it still possible for them to take you back after everything? Your mother couldn’t look at you and your siblings had nothing but fear and disgust in their eyes when they glanced at your direction. You were truly all alone in the entire world. You had no one but the person who trapped you into loneliness.

Lestat wandered around the city for days, searching for your scent, your gentle figure. You were no where to be found. He stopped going out after some time and trapped himself into his house. His coffin was full of pictures he could find of you. For nights he stared at your smiling face, frozen in those moments of happiness and joy. He missed your smile. He craved for you in every way possible. The house felt like a grave and his good old friend, the coldness was back. The memories of his youth started to haunt him one by one as he laid in his coffin during daytime. He could not find sleep when your side of the coffin was all empty.

He thought about his life before and after Magnus. He wondered if he would have a good life still if he wasn’t turned into a vampire. The thought of not meeting with you sent a gut-wrenching pain to his stomach. You’d be centuries apart, in different lives and countries. The picture of you marrying a decent man that your family found for you, wear a wedding dress for him, have his children, raise kids that looked like you and some man, have fights and love making nights with him, grow old with him and hold his hand while you greeted by the merciful arms of death made him tear up. He felt his heart pound painfully fast in his chest. A sob ripped from his throat and this time he didn’t cover his mouth. The guilt ate him from inside out. The honeymoon was over and now, he had the face the fact that he stole your whole life, your one chance of being alive, only for him to take your love for himself, selfishly and hungrily.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks urned into months, Lestat started to lose his hopes of seeing you again. Once again he was assured that no one could love a man like him. He didn’t want to stay in the house that use to be the home to two of you. Every corner was you and he couldn’t finish a day without thinking of the times you had spent together. But the small chance of you coming back made him stay. If you wanted to come back, you would love to see everything same and your husband waiting for you, Lestat told himself in the moments of doubt.

And one day you opened that door and came back. He was in the music room when he heard your heart beats. He felt like the time had frozen and his heart skipped a beat. His fingers on the piano stopped, his lips twitched with longing and tears formed in his eyes. When he saw you again, standing in front of him, beautiful as always, he wanted to get on his knees in front of you and beg you to forgive him for what he did to you. Then his eyes found the little body of the human boy in your arms. The child was maximum 4 and he was shaking uncontrollable. His blonde hair was dump on his forehead and weak breaths mixed with moans were leaving his mouth. Lestat didn’t need to be doctor to know that the boy was in great pain. And perhaps fear.

“He is going to die.” You said and hearing your voice after years made Lestat break down. He had to turn around at the doorway to hide his tears.

“Help me. Please.” Cracked noise from your sore throat was heard in the room. The boy was clinging to your dress, like a little lamb. You walked towards your husband as you held the little child tighter.

“Please save him. For me?” Lestat didn’t know if he was feeling grateful that you were back, guilty for his mistake or angry because you only showed up when you needed something from him. He looked at the boy. He was cute little thing with blue eyes like ocean and long blonde lashes that framed his doe eyes. He saw his clear tears run down his face as he coughed. An innocent, Lestat thought. An innocent dying in the arms of the woman I love.

“You can turn him. I don’t know how to. But you do. Please Lestat.” He saw your tears dripping down to the boy’s hands on your dress. The pain in your voice twisted his stomach. You sounded helpless and he whished nothing more than take this feeling away from you.

He shook his head no.

“I can’t.” He spoke. The dryness in his voice made more tears fall down your eyes. You held the boy closer to your heart. His head rested on your heart as you caressed his blonde curls. The curls that reminded you so much of Lestat.

“Yes, you can. Do it for me, please!” You were ready to beg if you needed to. There was nothing more you wanted than saving his little life. He had to live. He had to survive this filthy world and show everyone that he was strong. And maybe you would have a chance of being a mother.

“Children cannot be turned.” Lestat said as he reached out to hold you but you took a step back. You were shaking your head endlessly as tears kept flowing down your cheeks.

“Great laws forbid it. Otherwise a vampire child would live in misery.” He remembered Marius’s voice as he spoke these words to him before he sent him away. Someone under 17 cannot be given the dark gift.

“Laws? Are you serious? He will die if you don’t save him!” Your scream echoed through the walls and found his ears and heart. Your anger and sorrow shook him slightly. He knew he was walking on thin ice in this very moment. You could turn around and leave him again. And never come back this time. Who knows maybe you would find another vampire out there that could be your companion? Or turn this little boy for you to only make you happy? The thought hardened his blood and tightened his chest.

“My love, he won’t be saved if I turn him. He will live his life in desperation. For something more. Something he will never have.” He said gently as he wiped his tears away. He had to be strong. For both of you. His eyes found the boy again. He was so thin. Lestat wanted to put an end to his suffering. The boy’s eyes opened slightly and he looked at you. His fingers were shut tight over the fabric of your dress. Lestat could feel your love and care for him. You felt like you had to protect him. The boy’s big eyes found him. He looked at him with softness and hope. His eyes are full of life even when his life slips away from his body, just like hers were once upon a time, Lestat thought.

“We can be a family Lestat. He can be our son.” You said quietly. As if you feared that the world would take him away from you if they heard your words. “He looks just like you.”

Lestat didn’t look away from the boy. Yes, he did look like him. His blonde curls were just over his shoulders and his nose was small like Lestat’s nose when he was little. His mother loves him, unlike mine, he told himself.

“You and I and him. We can be happy together. We can try again.” The desperation in your voice broke his heart. You were willing to go back to him. To where you belong. Lestat wanted you back in the house, in his arms, in his coffin. He wanted you on his lips, on his skin. He wanted your fangs back in his neck and your heart on his. He wanted to be the one made you smile again and he wanted to be your dance partner in your extravagant parties. He wanted the boy to watch two of you as you danced and clap for his parents. He wanted to take him into his arms and feel a father’s strength in his bones. He wanted the pure and unconditional love of a son. The one he used to have for his father, way before he became his father’s unexplainable enemy. He wanted to see the boy become a man and be his pride.

“We are killers. A child has no place among the demons.” His words cut sharp as the boy started to cough again. The blood covered his lips as you tried to calm him down. Your own tears were spilling uncontrollably and sobs were coming between your lips. Lestat heard your irregular heartbeats.

“He cannot die.” You said between your sobs and cries as the boy kept coughing his blood out. You fell to your knees and kept his little head on your heart. His small, fragile hands were holding your hand tight. The fear in his eyes were piercing trough Lestat chest. He knelt beside you, held your back to his chest as you rocked back and forth. Both of you stopped breathing as the boy’s heartbeats started to slow down. His breaths calmed down and he closed his eyes. He clinged to your cold skin and did not let your hand go. With his last breath your head dropped back to Lestat’s shoulder. His arms were wrapped tight around both you and the boy. His long fingers intertwined with your and the boy’s hand. His decreasing temperature was slowly matching the coldness of both vampires.

“My son…” he hard your whisper. Your eyes were focused on the ceiling. Lestat buried his face in your neck when your cries filled the room. If only I could take all your pain away, he wanted to say but words did not leave his mouth. He could take your pain away, if only he made you a mother and gave you another family.

Lestat carried you to the coffin when you were exhausted from crying. He took the boy’s lifeless body and burnt it while you slept. He stayed until he was nothing but ash. He looked at the scene as the flames took him away and listened as his bones cracked and his flesh melted down. He didn’t let himself cry. It was his vilest murder. He had no right to feel guilt or shame.

He laid beside you in the coffin. You were whispering and crying still, even in your sleep. His fingers traced over your hands gently. He looked at your sleeping form and took a deep breath. Your scent filled his lungs once again after many years. His insides blossomed and he felt the life come back to his body. You were his home. It didn’t matter to him which form you were in or how you looked like. It didn’t matter if you were laughing or in sorrow. As long as you were beside him, he was happy to have you in any way. And you were back. Lestat knew he could not let you go again. Not after this night. Not when you needed him the most. He was the only one you had left with and he had no intention of leaving you alone. He was going to make you happy again. Just two of you were enough.

“You came into my life when I needed you the most. Now it is my turn to bring you joy.” He whispered to your ear and wrapped his arm around your waist. Your eyes opened as he closed his own. Your gaze traveled trough his beautiful features. He was beautiful as the first day you saw him. Years ago, in that party, where you were still innocent and human. Now I know that devil can be this pretty, you thought.

Lestat was in the corner of your mind for 8 years. You were carrying him in you wherever you traveled to. His face was carved onto your eyelids and you were too afraid to close your eyes. His voice kept echoing in your head when you killed, drank or spared a life. You played his favourite songs on the piano when you needed him by your side. But no matter how much you missed him, you couldn’t forgive him. You knew Lestat De Lioncourt loved you. You felt it in your bones, in your flesh. You carried his love in your veins. But you knew he cursed you forever. And you weren’t naive like you used to be to forgive and forget what he did to you. You were young and in love. How could you know it meant to lose your everything when you gave yourself to him that night?

You could not deny the fact that you were happy at first. Lestat gave you things no one ever did. He respected you, he loved you gently and made you feel like the only woman in the world. And you loved him. There was something in Lestat that pulled you to him. You were like opposite sides of a magnet. It felt right to touch and kiss him. Your heart craved for his heart just like your body craved for him. When he was deep in you, made you scream his name and planted soft kisses to your face, life was good. Until you started to see question marks on people’s faces. You were in peace with your fate and the things came with your new life. But everything seemed meaningless once it cost you your family. Lestat’s arms failed to comfort you when you were invited to your own father’s funeral at the last minute and saw that no one wanted you there. Not even your own mother.

You were motherless and fatherless. You were a demon who could only see the world under the dark sky. You could only stay alive if you killed humans. And seeing Lestat every single moment of your life vexed you. At the time you needed someone to blame other than yourself. You were already aware of your mistakes. And knowing that Lestat still turned you despite the fact that he knew what kind of a curse he was bringing on you, made his existence unbearable. You had to leave. You had to be alone with yourself after decades of marriage. Still, no matter where you went, Lestat was the only thing your heart ever wanted. You would always love him.

Then you found him. Leonardo. That was his name, you tried to remember. He was the son of a homeless woman that lived on the street of your small home. It was nighttime when you heard his cries. You saw his dead mother and him crying his eyes out over her body. You felt your heart shatter into pieces with the sight in front of you. He was so small and so scared. When his blue eyes found you and you could see his face clearly, you knew that you could not leave him to die. His arms reached out to you when you knelt beside him. He didn’t know why his mother wasn’t waking up and taking him into her arms. He was shaking and coughing between his sobs full of fear.

“Mummy.” He cried as you caressed his blonde curls to calm him down. He was cold and hungry and sick. I want to help you. I need to hold you, you thought as he snuggled to your chest. There was only one person who could help you. But could you go back to him? After everything that happened between you? Could you find that strength in yourself or would he take you back?

“Mummy!” Leonardo screeched in your lap in pain as his coughs got harder. His little hands were trying to hold your arms. You had to do it. Both for yourself and him. So that was now you found yourself in front of the door of your home.

You reached to hold his cheek. His breath quickened with your touch but his eyes kept shut. You were pressed against him. Your lips were nearly touching and you could feel his breaths all over your face. Your fingertips traced over his face to his neck and to his chest. His body shook. The soft touch made you both shiver when your hand slipped under his expensive shirt. It has been years since you last touched one another and you realised how much you missed him. You needed to touch him. When you pressed your lips against his, Lestat’s arms wrapped tighter around you. His kisses and biting continued to your neck and to your chest. The soft lips of your lover were sending you into oblivion. You had to be closer to him. Closer than being skin to skin, something more, something more painful, something full of love and the suffering that comes with it. Something that would destroy that pit in your stomach and be worth of all your sorrow.

“I love you. I live you. I-“ Lestat’s raggedy voice stopped as he kept kissing you hungrily. His words weren’t able to keep up with his desire. Your mind was foggy as he undressed himself first, then you. Tears were flowing down your cheeks and you were feeling his cold fingers spread the wetness between your legs. His fingertip caressed your leaking opening and moans left your mouth. You could barely see because of tears when you held his face and made him look at you. He was crying too. You kissed him. His tears and yours mixed up and found your pressed lips. The taste of blood was exquisite, vibrating, destructive.

The next thing you knew was you were on top of him, the lid of the coffin was wide opened, he was inside you, fully. You rode him to the bottom of the coffin, hard and deep as his impressive size stretched you out immensely. Your eyes rolled back when his hands groped your breasts. He was talking but you couldn’t hear him. Your ears were ringing and the pain was too great. Your moves became faster and harsher. Your sharp nails digged into his chest and scratched him all over.

“You’re crying.” Finally you heard him and opened your eyes again. It was a mess in his coffin. His chest, between your legs, his face, your body, you were both covered in blood. Yet Lestat managed to smile when he saw the unsettled look on your face. He held your waits tight and moved you back on forth gently on him. He kept caressing your body and say sweet nothings as he controlled your movements.

All the memories of your shared life passed before your eyes as you went closer to the edge. Your legs shook when Lestat’s thumb found your pearl and circled it skilfully. There was a soreness in your throat and your climax was building in your lower belly. The image of two of you filled your mind over and over again. The image of you happy. Would you be able to be like that again? You didn’t know. And learning the answer of this question scared you to death.

“I can’t.” You cried out when your orgasm hit you hard. Your body froze as Lestat kept his hands on you and reached to his climax. His dead seed spilled into you. Deep into your dead womb that was never going to be a home to a babe. Was Lestat enough for you to be fulfilled? Were you going to be enough for him when he got bored of searching for things that made him feel human, made him feel young again?

When you made eye contact again, you could see fear and doubt in his eyes. He was scared that you were going to leave him, just like everyone he ever loved. And he was not sure if it was still you in your body. He was looking for you in the eyes he saw for thousands of times and more. Yet nothing about your eyes felt familiar. Your body felt like you, your kisses felt like you, your heart felt like you. But it was almost like a death itself looking down at him in this moment. He left out a deep breath when you leaned down and laid on his chest.

His heartbeats were fast under your cheek. You turned a little and pressed a tender kiss to his chest. And another. And another. You kissed him until new tears stained your face. You hoped that you could find him again one day. You hoped that you were both humans when you meet again. You hoped that you had a life in another world, with the love of your life. You knew Lestat would find you no matter what. He would love you the same if not more. He would be yours in every lifetime until you had no more love to give.

“I’ll love you forever. Now and always. Until my last day and after.” You whispered but your quiet words reached to Lestat’s ears. He smiled sadly, his tears spilled down to his paper white pillow. He tried to speak but his voice shattered.

“And I you.” He could only say without sobbing. He shut his eyes tight when he heard you fall asleep on him. Tomorrow was going to be better. Everything was going to alright. He had you in his arms. And he needed nothing more.

—

When Lestat opened his eyes again, the first thing he felt was pain. His eyes were watering and he couldn’t even press his lips together to cover up his moans. He licked his dry, chapped lips with the last strength before he was breathless again. In the darkness of his coffin, his shiny eyes looked around desperately. He could feel the air hitting his burned body and make his wounds boil. He cried out your name. You were not in his arms. Where could you possibly be? Were you harmed too? What if you were harmed worse than him? You were younger and weaker than your maker. Lestat had to put himself together and find you, his dear fledgling. When he pushed opened his coffin lid, he saw the the wide open curtains that were usually closed. It was dark outside. The moon light was the only thing that was bright in the pitch black room.

It was only then he saw his burned body. Front of his arms, his whole chest, his thighs and his face were all covered in ashy wounds that were slowly healing. His blood red flesh was showing trough the burned skin pieces. They sizzled as the new skin was forming over them. But before he could think about his wounds, he had to find you. Why the curtains were open? They were always supposed to be shut. Just in case if any of you had to wake up when sun was still up during the day. He dragged his feet to the short, wide corridor of the second floor. All the doors and the windows were open, he frowned in confusion. His head was banging quiet like a bomb explosion. His body was aching and he was afraid. He was afraid just like the night Magnus took him from his room.

He walked fast as he could and entered the music room. You were no where to be seen. Lestat’s nose scrunched when he breathed in the strange smell in the room. He felt the smell stick onto his lungs and enter every bit of him. It was haunting and indescribable. It almost felt like he could taste it on his tongue. That strange, unpleasant, obnoxious flavour was so familiar on Lestat’s throat, yet he could find no name for it. He took few steps to his piano. His favourite tunes ringed in his ears. He could see your ghost of a fingers on the keyboard, playing all gracefully.

When he looked down, a pile of grey, powdery substance caught his attention. How could he possibly not see this when he entered the room? He got on his knees and the source of smell was undeniably found. As he touched the powder, he felt his whole body shake in horror. His eyes closed tight when the faded memory of you getting up from the coffin came back.

“I love you. I love you. I love…” the words were repeated over and over again. Not thousands but maybe hundreds and thousands of times. He could hear you. You were not in the coffin. He could hear your steps in the room. Then he could hear your steps in the corridor. You were going in and out of rooms. Lestat could hear you mumbling things under your breath. He could hear your heartbeats and your rushed moves.

He wanted to open the lid of his coffin and get out. It was probably near sunrise and you had to go back to sleeping. When he pushed the lid, something blocked his exit. He tried to kick it and punch it when he heard you play the piano and keep talking.

“I want to see the sun rise in the sky again.” You said. “I want to see the clouds on the blue ocean of time.”

He called for you but you were not listening to him. As you played the melody from start to end, the fear in Lestat’s heart grew stronger. And when your fingers stopped, he felt a sharp pain all over his body. It was something he had never felt before. The greatest pain he felt was when he was transformed. He could never forget what it felt like for the next thousand years. But this, this was different. It was coming from somewhere deep. He wanted to rip his stomach open and find the core of the pain. His coffin got filled with his dreadful scream and he heard you shout in agony. He felt the pain in every inch of his body. With one last hard kick, he opened the lid successfully. Only to be greeted by bright, warm sunlight that was glowing beautifully in your shared chambers.

His skin started to burn immediately, and it was then Lestat knew what was happening. His jaw clenched and his tears burned his wounds when he heard your screams from the other side of the house.

“What have you done?!” He shouted but you didn’t respond. The sunlight was nothing compared the pain he was in as you kept burning. He could feel his blood boil in veins as yours dried up under the daylight. You were leaving him.

‘I have loved you, with everything I had in me.’ Lestat didn’t know if you spoke aloud or he just imagined, rather wished you have said it. Maybe it wasn’t too late, Lestat tried to get up but his body was damaged enormously. He could feel the sunlight penetrate into his bones with every second he was spending in front of the open curtains. But he had to save you! He cried and tried to get up again. And again and again. Until he couldn’t hear your screams anymore.

The house fell into a dead silence in seconds. Only thing that could be heard was the silent sizzling of Lestat’s burns. He stoped breathing and he stoped trying to get up. His lifeless eyes fell onto his hands. He laid back in his coffin and pulled the lid back on with a stinging move.

It was a nightmare. An unbelievably bad nightmare. Maybe the worst one he had have been for decades. You were sleeping in your own coffin peacefully. Lestat was going to see you when sun came down and he was going to kiss your lips with a smile on his face. He was going to carry you around the house like a princess and read your favourite poems just for you. You were going to forgive. And maybe in time, you were going to forget. He was going to change and try to be someone better than who he was now. Both of you were going to be happy again, together. He smiled with excitement with the thoughts on his mind. The smell of burned flesh tickled his nose.

—

“You do not know this girl!” Lestat said aggressively as he watched Louis lay the little girl on the bed carefully. Louis’s bright green eyes were full of fear and guilt when he faced Lestat again.

“Make her like us!” He said with a bitter hope in his voice. Lestat pressed his lips together when he heard him utter those words. This cannot be happening, he assured himself hopelessly.

“Non c’est impossible. Elle est trop jeune!” Lestat said in frustration as Louis walked closer to him with hurry. Lestat's heart was pounding fast in his chest. The images of a distant memory was blurring his vision. The same eyes from decades ago were looking at him again. The same eyes that were full of guilt, sorrow and hope with an innocent child at the edge of death in the arms of the person he loved. His chest tightened when Louis kept talking, pleading to save the little girl’s life. What could Lestat do? Was he curse to live same life over and over again for the rest of the eternity?

He could never forget you. He didn’t know how long he mourned you. Days, months, years? Maybe he was still mourning you with the little box in his closet that was filled with your ashes. It took him years to find the courage to try again. And when he kissed Louis for the first time, he felt like finding light in his murky world. But guilt ate him inside out. He wondered if you would be wounded when you learned that he was capable of loving again. He tried to reassure himself that the thing he had with Louis was different than what he had with you. You would always be his wife. Your wedding ring on a necklace that was around his neck was the proof of it.

“Please I can’t have her die!” The pain in Louis’s voice broke his heart. He remembered this feeling so well that it almost hit him on the face. He remembered how it felt like to be helpless when his lover was begging him to change things, set things right and how he couldn’t do it.

“The gift cannot be given to children.” He said when his anger and fear filled him to his limit. The look on Louis’s face twisted something in his stomach.

“What do you mean? Yes it can.” Louis said breathlessly as he tried to find his strength back. All he needed was to save this girl’s precious life. She laid on the bed, unconscious, coughing out the flames silently and she was all he needed in that moment.

“The great laws forbid it!” Lestat spited out as if he had poison on his tongue. Anger appeared on Louis’s face and Lestat regretted what he just said.

“The great laws?” Louis said mockingly. He sounded bitter and every octave of his voice cut both men deeply. “She gonna die in front of us!”

The next thing Lestat knew was that Louis dragged the little girl on the flour, cried, begged, cried, fell on his knees in front of his companion and cried. Louis’s usually gentle hands found Lestat’s body, he held onto him like he was the last thing on the world.

“Please, please.” It was all Lestat could hear. And the little girl’s raggedy breaths that were becoming slower and slower.

“My beautiful little daughter.” Lestat could not swallow, could not hold his tears back or his heartbeats stable when he heard Louis’s voice shatter as he said the words. He hated how his story repeated itself. He hated how he was always the one who had to make this decision.

“Please I’ll be anything.” Louis begged and cried. Lestat wanted to curl into a ball and never wake up again. He looked down at this companion, his lover, the man who saved him, begging him to make him a father.

“Please, please, please…” It was all Louis was saying when Lestat remembered your screams after your little boy died. He remembered how yours eyes looked dead inside and even your smiles were full of grief. He remembered how you begged him and he didn’t listen to you. And then how he lost you. He was a fool to think that you were going to be alright after your son died. He was a fool to think you were going to forgive him and be happy again. And he was a fool to think that you were going to stay with him after what he did to you.

There was a no day passed after your death that he didn’t regret not turning that boy. Great laws forbid it! At what cost he had followed the laws when he was on the other side of the world, oceans away from the last vampire he had seen? He regretted his choice everyday of his last few years and he didn’t know if he would be able to mourn one more person.

He looked down at Louis and saw your crying eyes stare back at him. He looked up instantly.

“You will regret this for the rest of your life.” He said. Yet he didn’t know if he was talking to himself or Louis. Maybe both. He walked to the little girl on the floor and picked her body with ease. Poor thing was covered in burns and couldn’t open her eyes. His blue eyes found Louis’s relieved shoulders and his fangs found the girl’s small neck.

[random-imagines-blog]

The Perfect Girl {LestatxReader Oneshot

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2149 Summary: A family night-walk. Notes: Contains swearing, vampire tendencies, prostitutes.

The three of you took to the street as naturally as a squirrel does to a tree, with your feet on the cobblestones and the light breeze seeming to blow through Lestat’s hair just right, that more of his face, and those chiseled cheekbones, are exposed. As you walked past house after house, establishment after establishment, the air just kept feeling better and better. There was something sweet to it tonight. Or perhaps that was just the small girl that was standing between you and Lestat, both of her arms thrust upward, holding onto both of your hands.

Oh, how she looked like a doll, a smaller version of both Lestat and yourself. The dress that she was wearing was the same fabric as yours, a soft silk, with a rose-colored ribbon around the waist, which was meant to attempt to bring some color onto your skin. It was after dark, as it always was when you three departed from the home that Lestat had bought for the three of you in this city, needing something new, something fresh after Europe. An exit from ancient history, into the modern era - into America.

The streets were narrow, and there were times when Lestat would trail behind, and you would take the lead, passing by the people on their business. The shopkeepers about to close up for the night. The women of the night who would look eagerly at your husband, until they noted how secure he was holding the hand of your daughter. The bakers who were just getting into their kitchens to start to prepare the morning’s bread. And your girl, your little Margot, greeted each and every one.

“Bonsoir!” She chimed through an open window, which lead into a bar. Two gentlemen who were sitting near that window turned their heads to look out. They looked the grumpy sort. The ones who had worked all day and just wanted a quiet drink before they head home to their nagging wives. And yet - they seemed to fall under her charm. Like all people did.

“Good evening,” One of them said, a wide smile on his face, showing a couple of missing teeth. Your eyes met with Lestat’s for a moment and you both tried not to laugh. Your girl - she had the charm of her father. “A bit late for a stroll, isn’t it little lady?”

“We believe that it is essential for our daughter to learn what the world is really like,” Lestat said, smoothly. “Not just in the day, but in the night as well.”

You held back a chuckle at how he handled that. There were a plethora of excuses that you used about why you were out at night. Why you were never seen in the daylight. Why the three of you never seem to eat in public. Why a person who has gone missing was last seen in your company. You had answers for everything. But it was Lestat who seemed to enjoy the lying the most. No - not lying, he would insist. Acting.

“I see,” The other man said, his eyes squinting, showing that perhaps he didn’t, not very well anyway. “Well … bone swear to you too, little miss.”

“It’s Bonsoir,” Margot corrected, kindly, her blue eyes bright as she seemed to be focusing more on the neck of the man rather than on his words. “It’s French! It means Good Evening. Papa taught me that.”

“Young minds,” Lestat said, gazing proudly down upon his daughter. “Easier to fill than older ones.”

The two men agreed and the three of you then continued on your walk. “She gets that from you, you know,” You smiled over to Lestat.

“The charm?” Lestat asked with amusement.

“The chattiness,” You said back, watching as his brows furrowed together, as he attempted to figure out if it was a compliment or not. He finally gave a little sigh, and a click of his tongue, adjusting his hat as the three of you kept on walking.

Vampires - the three of you fit into this category. Lestat was the oldest out of you three, having lived many lifetimes before he had come across you, a strange woman, living in a superstitious city, shunned by everyone. You had been born under a bad sign, so people said. Your mother passed away giving birth to you. And then your father had passed away shortly after that. No one had picked up the pieces after. You were both raised by the village, who would throw you scraps once in a while, and look the other way when you would take clothing that was drying from their ropes, and raised by yourself.

He had been intrigued by you when he stopped in the village on his travels. You were just supposed to be a little entertainment, and then he would kill you, and disappear the next night. Let the people think that you were leaving with him. But you had turned out to be so much more. You were interesting. You had a rough charm that he was sure he could soften with time. You had a brilliant mind and a sharp wit, and you were able to keep up with everything that he had wanted to talk about. And, of course, you were completely charmed by him, one of his favorite things in another person.

You asked him questions about his travels. About him. And as he read your mind, he saw no other motive in you despite pure curiosity. You didn’t ask him about his money, not did your hand reach for his coinpurse. And as a social pariah, your mind never even went to the idea of romance, of sex, or of marriage. And not once did you think of asking him to take you from this place.

He was flattered. And flattery will get you anywhere.

He didn’t give you much choice in the matter. He answered your questions, and found himself divulging more than perhaps he should have. And he turned you that very night. Your screams of pain were agony to his ears as you died in his arms, his hand clamped over your mouth so as not to arouse suspicion.

You did not fight it as much as some others that Lestat had seen over the years. When you awoke and discovered what you were, you did not think of yourself as a monster. You did not curse his very name for turning you. No, what you saw were opportunities. Eternal life was ahead of you, like a road that just kept on going. A road that could turn anywhere but never hit a dead-end.

As you would later find out, there was an advantage to being born under the bad sign, as people had said. There was always something odd about you. Not in your appearance. Not in your demeanor. It was just - like an aura around you, which people could sense. You weren’t like the others, even if you were kind, and friendly, and smart, and beautiful. And this thing - it was the power to rekindle life inside of the dead.

You weren’t born with the ability to create vampires. That only came once Lestat turned you. But you did, inexplicably, bring the both of you back to life in the peak of climax, just enough to where you became pregnant. The only vampire to ever do so, according to legend. You even had cravings, like living pregnant women did, but instead of sweets, you were craving the blood of children. You indulged, though that was a dark part in your life. But it brought you to the brightest.

Margot de Lioncourt.

She grew slowly. She looked a sickly child, and would surely have died if you and her Papa hadn’t hunted for her, brought blood for her. Laid out a feast of human offerings and let her decide which warm neck to nibble into. She learned to crawl between those bodies. She learned to talk through hearing their pleading. Her first words had been ‘Don’t eat me’ which had been hilarious to Lestat at the time.

But she did grow, your dear little dove.

Now she looked to be the age of around six or seven, but she was much older than that. She adjusted to her small frame quite well, enjoying being the little one. She reveled in the attention that being a sweet child brought her. The coddling from you and Lestat. It was easy to miss the spark of genius inside of her eyes if she was attempting to hide it.

She was your angel. Your light. Just like Lestat was. You married the blonde man - not legally, but spiritually, tying yourself to him underneath the full moon one night, wearing a beautiful dress made by a wonderful seamstress. And you became a real family. Not at all what you had expected. Nor him.

He hadn’t yet tired of you. He never grew weary, never longed for something else, for some other life. In fact, oddly enough, Lestat wanted to dive deeper into this relationship. He was already thinking of trying again. Seeing his features on a little one and knowing that he was loved, unconditionally by them. It did something to him. It both softened and improved his large ego. He wanted another. He wanted to see a boy, one that took more after you, perhaps.

“Hello!”

Your daughter’s word brought you out of your thoughts, and Lestat’s out of his. This time, she was talking to a woman of the night. Smiling towards her, despite her pock-marked face. She never discriminated, your girl. Though that could be because she didn’t have a refined palatte yet. She’d drink from anyone, young and old, while you and Lestat had your preferences.

“Hello,” The woman said, smiling down at her. “Aren’t you a pretty one. Might take my job one day, you might.”

“Unlikely,” Lestat said, his voice cold, putting a damper on the evening. It sent a chill up your spine, whenever he spoke like that, since it was so rare. The woman jumped slightly, and receded back into the shadows after being told off like that. I had no doubts that Lestat would come back around for that woman. She should be worried about more than her job.

“Mon amour,” You purred, trying to turn his attention back onto you. Back onto your little family. “Our little one will grow up to be so much more spectacular than even we could imagine. Do not let the words of some prostitute make you think otherwise.”

“What’s a prostitute, Papa?” Your daughter asked, looking between you. She had also caught onto the twist in her father’s voice, being acutely perceptive. “Please don’t be upset, Papa. I won’t take her job. I don’t know what she does but I won’t take it, I promise!”

Oh, your unbeating heart. Your little one was just too cute for words, trying to please her father like that. You let go of her hand just in time to watch Lestat scoop her up into his arms. She was a touch too big for him to carry, but neither of them cared about the social norms. “I am not upset with you,” He assured her, nuzzling into the blonde hair that they shared, the exact same hue. “You do not need to make such promises. When you are a little older, perhaps, you will understand.”

“And we’ll look back on this and laugh,” You assured. That made your little Margot break out into a smile right then and there.

“We can laugh now?” She suggested, putting her hand on her Papa’s cheek. “Laugh, Papa?”

Lestat let out a breath, and then brought that smile onto his lips. The same charming one that had won you over all of those years ago. “Yes, we can laugh now,” He said, forcing out a chuckle that didn’t quite reach his eyes. With the mood being altered by that woman who you shot a glare at as you passed, the three of you decided the walk was finished and you would return home for the time being.

But that didn’t stop little Margot from being herself.

She was more careful this time, waving shyly at people, occasionally letting out a ‘Bonsoir,’ or a ‘Hello!’ to those that she recognized, but didn’t talk to strangers, lest her dad become grumpy again.

This would all be forgotten the next night, when that woman wouldn’t be around to make such comments. She’d be back to her old self, greeting strangers and acquaintances alike. She took after her dad too much, enjoying the attention, enjoying being social. And you couldn’t blame her for that.

She really was your perfect girl.

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Suguru Geto

Watercolor fan art of Suguru Geto from Jujutsu Kaisen!>>>>

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✨Nijiro Murakami ✨

I wanted to capture his different vibes as Chishiya from Alice in Borderland and Kazutora from Tokyo Revengers.

Which one do you think I captured better?

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Here’s a set of quick sketches I did! 🎨 Just some random faces and figures that caught my imagination.

Which one’s your favorite? Let me know! 😊

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Sketches

✨Three of my latest sketches. Felt inspired to sketch these elegant women today.✨

Which one’s your favorite? I’d love to hear your thoughts!

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🌟 Golden Reverie 🌟

A vibrant exploration of warmth and light, this piece captures a serene profile basking in the glow of fiery orange and yellow hues

🖍 Medium: Colored pencils on paper 🎨 Inspiration: The interplay of autumn tones and introspective calm.

Let me know what this piece makes you feel! 🍂✨