guys i just finished the hunger games trio and i cried so hard at the ending line⊠someone plz talk to me about it⊠quick spoiler/question
also why did they never talk about castors death⊠i spent like ten minutes rereading the pages trying to find it (after they left the sewers) but it wasnât ever explicitly mentioned
summary: the one where callum turner is spotted having dinner with a mysterious girl, sparking rumors and speculation as fans try to uncover her identity and truth behind their relationship
fc: dua lipa
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CallumTurnerNews Callum Turner spotted out in London, enjoying a low-key dinner with a mystery woman đ€đ«. Whoâs she? Is this the start of a new romance, or just a friendly dinner? #CallumTurner #CelebritySighting #WhoIsShe
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callumfan1 callum who is she ????
callumfan2 maybe lets not invade his privacy...!!!đ
âł callumfan yeah, clearly he's not ready to make his relationship public
callumfan3 aww stop he looks so in love i canttt
âł callumfan4 i'm trying to be happy but he's suppose to me mine đ
âł callumfan6 same girl
ynsbsf i think i've seen her before...but not sure where...đ€·ââïž
âł yourusername same
callumfan7 at least she's pretty
âł ynsbsf true
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yourusername good food, even better company
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ynsbsf LOL UR TRENDING ON TWITTER
âł yourusername LEAVE ME ALONE !!
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âł sabrinacarpenter im okay thxs
austinbutler sushiiiii
kaiagerber lets hang out!!!!!!!!
âł austinbutler double date?
âł yourusername um no just me and kaia...
sabrinacarpenter STUNNING !!!
âł yourusername i love uđđđ
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DailyGossip caught on camera: Callum Turner and his rumored girlfriend spotted out and about in London with Austin Butler and Kaia Gerber. Looks like a double date ! đœïžđ« #CelebritySighting #LondonDayOut #WhoâsThatGirl
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callumfan1 okay, but who is she?đł
callumfan2 i love how in love callum looks. but seriously, who's the girl?
callumfan3 she could just be a friend!!!
âł callumfan4 girl they are literally dating he was caught kissing her đ
callumfan5 callum is keeping his relationship private again đȘ
âł callumfan6 HE NEEDS TO MAKE AN INSTA ACCOUTN ASAP
austinbutlerfan1 austin and kaia look adorable together đ
theinsider austin and kaia: couple goals. Callum and mystery girl: whatâs the story there? đ
CallumTurnerNews yâall think sheâs a random girl or is she someone we should know? I have my theoriesâŠđ
kaiagerberfan1 KAIA I SEE U TELL US WHO SHE IS
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austinbutler had a nice time with the people i love
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kaiagerber best double date
yourusername who's the guy on the left??!! he's cute
CallumTurnerNews looks like he and callum had a double date with their gf's
âł austinbutlerfan1 how do you know?
âł austinbutlerfan2 DailyGossip made a post on insta and they're wearing the same outfits
callumfan1 austin just tell us who she is
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austinbutler don't get too close yourusername
âł yourusername he's mine !
kaiagerber cuties
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gracieabrams đ„șđ„șđ„ș
callumfan1 i'm jealous !!
callumfan2 STOP HIS FIRST POST IS HIM AND HIS GF I CANTT
âł callumfan3 STOP THATS SO CUTEEEE
callumfan3 so this is the mystery girl
callumfan4 he's only following her omggg
callumfan5 OMG HE FINALLY GOT INSTA
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so i hope you guys liked it đđits my first time ever doing an SMAU type of thing so hopefully its okay!! lmk what you guys wanna see or what I should do better on (i really tried đ) i wanna do another one but idk what it should be abt so please give me ideas!!! also i lowkey wanna do another part to this but idk if u should
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Hi, could you do a Louis x Fem!reader x Armand? Like something where they are both obsessed with her and maybe she a little oblivious even tho they give her what ever she wants. I love your others too by the way.đ«¶đŒ
desires of the heart
ËïœĄâ louis de pointe du lac x black!fem!reader x armand
in which she has two immortals wrapped around her little finger
Author note: this sounds similarish to a loumand fic I got previously so Iâm gonna build onto that one
Time in the penthouse seems to move slower. The days and nights felt blurred from adjusting your schedule to the âvampiresâ Daniel interviews. And with each passing day, more and more do the vampires find themselves falling deeper into your heart.
You had their own dead ones in the palm of your hand yet you remained so oblivious to it.
But on top of this you find yourself spending your time less in your room and more in their company.
âThose books, are the older ones right?â You watch Armand hover above in the collection looking for more pictures of Claudia for your personal âresearchâ.
âYes, some of these are beyond your time,â he looks down at you slowly allowing himself to settle in front of you. You push your frames back up the bridge of your nose so you can properly look at the elder vampire.
âCan I see them?â
Louis watches amused from his seat as Armand holds you close to show you the books. Slowly he glides back u with you in his arms following your direction till you pick a small stack to sit with Louis and look through.
These are older photographs from his years in New Orleans.
"Aw what happened to the fro?" you pout as Louis pulls a family picture out.
"Times were different," Louis rolls his eyes as you scoff. You page through the album carefully.
"Is that him?" your eyes settle on a duo picture, him and his brother side by side. Louis can only nod, his lips pressed in a line as you stare. "He was handsome. Sweetheart, I can tell by how he's looking at you here in this one."
Before Louis can respond one f the workers has entered. Interrupting your bubble of peace. "Mr.Molloy has requested you in his room."
Armand's face immediately ices over into a glare, his response fiery. "Tell Mr.Molloy if he wishes for his help to return he can come and get them himself. She is not a dog."
"It's alright, the old fart does this all the time in the offices." You go to stand stretching your arms overhead and quickly rubbing your forearms for friction. You're cold, Louis observes the goosebumps across your freckled shoulders from the slouch neck sweater you wear.
When you are are out of ear shot Louis speaks to the worker.
"Have the shoppers come in tomorrow morning for Mr.Molloy's intern. The girl needs proper clothing."
Much to Daniel's distaste. you are like a child in a candy shop pointing to sweaters from Ralph Lauren's upcoming fall collection. But he hides his distaste giving you a smile when you happily show hi the sweater that was 'giving Rory Gilmore but I wear it better.' Armand sits watching as you soar through racks and picking your items of choice.
You hesitate when a woman approaches holding a cases of lenses, "we offer these in prescription of course."
"Oh no these are fine."
"Pick one." Armand finally speaks up. When you look at him he is now sitting up, but the way he sits with his legs crossed, an arm draped across the back while the other rests atop his knee. His eyes a show of dominance, as if daring you to say no to him.
You settle on a thick marbled brown pair. But he stands to move in front of you, picking up a few for you to try. You try on several till you are pushing his hands away.
"The jade green ones as well as the golden wired ones for her," you grumble watching as he picks up the two for the woman to box. "We will have your prescription sent as soon as possible."
"Thank you but, this a bit much for a few days stay."
"We have no issue providing you your comforts whilst you work on the novel."
"Ok but-"
He raises a bro that silences any opposition. When you offer no more pushback, Armand places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the women who begin to drape you in abayas and scarves for your hair.
You're nearing the end of the interviews. You can tell cause they spend any bit of time of the days glued to your side. You don't bring it up, you accidentally mentioned it in passing to Louis and his entire demeanor once so warm and gentle became...rigid.
He sits beside you on the couch now. Watching you listen and take notes.
These days he's more brazen in his affections. Sitting closer, allowing his hand to linger when he passes your chai, playing with the baby curls at the nape of your neck. But there is something even more intimate as he sits across from you, watching you.
"Gonna keep staring me down like a creep?"
His lips perk up, "sorry cher. Just memorizing your face."
Your fingers stop typing, your train of thought halts for a second till they both return at the steady pace you had going.
"Can a vampire love?"
"I believe we feel immensely. Everything feels...deeper. Almost too much."
"But if your entire being is dead, what is it that allows you to feel again?"
Ah, that mind of yours. Louis loved it deeply. His eyes flicker to his joined palms till they return on you.
"I've heard stories, seen elder vampires that lived many lifetimes take their life because of the loneliness. At times, I myself felt it. Had our feelings died with us, then I do not think they would put an end to themselves."
You nod, pausing for a moment again.
"I feel it too," you pause for a moment, "it's the worst."
Though Louis respects your boundaries, he feels the buzz in your bones. A desire sitting on your lips. âWhat do you need?â It comes out as a whisper, yet it feels so loud.
And your response is just as quiet, âcan you hold me. Please.â
Louis is beside you in an instant. The laptop shut and atop the table, and he is holding you close. Your eyes slowly fall shut as you wrap your arms back around him. He pulls you atop him.
à· idolized and worshipped by your coven members, alive but not living, things quickly change for you when you move to Paris, and meet your soulmate.
requested via private messages, this was so cute, no manipulative gremlin armand.
What is Love? A feeling of deep admiration or likeness? Patience, kindness, unconditional forgiveness? It was hard to tell. The emotion had become so distant from you, a faint memory from half of a millennial ago. Love required trust, and you couldn't bring yourself to trust another.
âMy lord, the sun has departed for the night,â Demetrius said, making you look up from your lap. Everyone kneeled before you, their heads down.
âYou may go and hunt,â you dismissed them, closing your eyes. You could feel their stares lingering, hesitating, as they stood up, leaving you alone in the dungeon.
âHow long will you starve yourself? At least feed on the rodents, you look like death,â hearing her voice, feeling her closeness, but refusing to face her, to acknowledge the concerned expression.
âGood, then Iâm one step closer to dying for good,â you sighed.
âY/n, don't be stupid, go drink, it is an order from your maker,â she ordered, making you open your eyes.
âLeave me,â you screamed, facing her, but she was gone.
Cassia, the reason you were here today, the last person you trusted. You were from a wealthy family, and your father, and his father, both swordsmiths, valued, oftentimes working alongside kings and their soldiers.
While he was never home, your mother was too immersed in raising your younger siblings to focus on you, nevertheless, you were loved. On birthdays and traditional holidays, you'd receive amazing gifts of all kinds, praised and advised on everything, you couldn't have asked for a better life. It wasn't until the mysterious young woman, Cassia moved close by, that your life changed.
You had been out later than usual, on your way home from a friendâs house, when you saw her. She stood outside of her house, reaching for the apples on the tree.
âHey, could you lend me a hand, I can't reach these,â she called out, stopping you, just as you passed her short fence.
âI really need to get home,â you said, apologetically.
âIt will only take a moment, please, come,â she said, watching as you awkwardly entered the gate. You didn't understand how she thought you could help when there wasn't a big difference in your height.
Jumping a few times, you managed to knock the apples out of the tree. Picking them up, you placed them in her basket, turning to leave, but she stopped you.
âBring them in,â she told you, already walking into the house. Glancing down the road at your house, you picked up the basket, and you entered the home. It was much brighter than outside with all of the candles, neatly arranged.
âYou can sit them on the table,â she said, turning to face you. Your eyes widened for a moment, she was one the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her skin was perfect, smooth with a few small moles, full lips, doll eyes, and glossy soft hair.
âThank you,â she told you.
âYou're welcome,â you said, turning to leave.
âHow old are you? I heard your family a few weeks back, celebrating a birthday,â she said.
âEighteenâ
âAnd you aren't betrothed?â she asked, as she moved closer.
âNo, my father will begin looking for arrangements later this year,â you explained.
âGood, whoever has you, will be lucky, you have a heart of gold,â she said, her hand going to your cheek. She was moving closer, making you uncomfortable, an eerie grin on her lips.
âGo, it is getting late, but come back tomorrow night,â she continued.
There was something intriguingly bizarre about the woman because despite how weird she seemed, the next night you found yourself, fidgeting with your fingers, in front of her door, contemplating if you wanted to knock. Just as you raised your hand, the door opened.
âCome in,â she smiled, moving out of the way.
âI don't believe I got your name, yesterday night,â she continued.
âY/n,â you held out your hand.
âCassia,â she raised an eyebrow, taking your hand into her own.
Awkwardly staring at your hands, while she gazed at you, she continued caressing her thumb against your skin. Clearing your throat, you took your hand away.
âWhat did you need?â
âI have a gift, for your generosity,â she said.
âNo need, it was nothing-
âI insist, please, sit,â she pointed to the table. Gulping, you went to sit down, something peculiar about her tone sent a chill down your spine.
âI hope you like apples, I made pastries, it has been a long time since Iâve made anything like these, but I know they are delicious,â she smiled, setting the tray in front of you. The slice of fresh apple pie, along with cookies.
âThank you, this really was unnecessary,â you shook your head, breaking a piece of the cookie.
âYou were the first and only to help me, it is obvious that you have been chosen,â she told you, watching as you ate the cookie.
âDo you like it?â she asked, smirking as you nodded. Chewing, you began to cough a little, repeatedly clearing your throat, and staring into the cookie. Standing up, you made your way to the door, stumbling, Cassia slowly behind you, catching you, as you fell unconscious.
Waking up, you struggled to move, opening your eyes, confused to see Cassia, straddling your lap, placing a variety of ointments and oils onto your body.
âW-what is going on?â
âI am preparing your body for your death,â she told you before she started humming.
âMy what? Release me,â you wiggled, stopping as her hand went to your throat.
âYou have been chosen, do not ruin this,â she snapped.
âCassia, please, what are you talking about?â
âThose who must be kept were cursed, damned to eternity on earth, and to live off of blood, but the creator showed them mercy, bestowing soulmates. A companionship stronger than any other, the perfect partner, meant only for those with the dark gift. My soulmate, Elias, was weak, he chose the sun, he chose death over me. Iâve prayed and prayed, and I asked for another soulmate, and you have come along, helping me and I have to turn you to ensure we have each other forever,â she said, your eyes widened in fear, shaking your head.
âYou're mistaken-
âI haven't been more certain,â she told you, her fingers brushing over your lips before she bared her fangs.
âTo us, and an eternity of our love,â she said, sinking her fangs into your neck draining the life from out of you.
Turning you, within a single night, you had lost everything. Your family, friends, life, everyone sensed how different you became. How you suddenly left home and would only be seen with the strange woman. The same exterior, but a different entity possessing the body they once knew. The new social discrimination you experienced didn't help, being shunned for your not-so-obvious relationship with Cassia.
She was a lonely soul and out of your kindness, she convinced herself you were her second chance at love. She would later explain how it felt when you would come across your soulmate. How you would love them no matter who they were, their shade, or where they were from. She didn't realize it until turning you, but she had been wrong, there was no second chance. She would've let you go, to find your way with the dark gift, but she couldn't.
After the side effects wore off, the way you looked at her, your maker, brought butterflies. She knew it was only the gift, bringing on the newfound lust, but she gave in anyway. It was nothing more than sex for you but after centuries of celibacy, it felt like lovemaking to Cassia. On the living room floor, until morning came, then reality came down on you. Pulling away, a hint of disgust in your eyes, she knew then. Running outside, you only made it past her fence, before you fell to your knees, screaming in agony.
âCassia,â you cried out, confused why this was happening.
Wearing a cloak, she grabbed a blanket and rushed out to save you, carrying you back into the house. From that point, even if you weren't hers, she loved you and felt a need to take care of you. After a few decades together, you eventually accepted her, but she knew it was only a matter of time before you came across your soulmate. That is why, a century into your companionship, she finally surrendered to the sun, leaving everything to you.
The last person to love you had left you alone. Her wealth and dark gifts, she passed, but you were utterly alone. You became a vagabond, you had no one to keep you settled in one place. You attempted to surrender a few times, but Cassiaâs spirit wouldn't seem to leave you alone, talking you out of it every time. You formed a bitterness towards her, she claimed to love you, yet she brought you into this lonesome life, just to leave you.
Eventually, you found yourself in Rome, Cassiaâs homeland. She and her soulmate were both turned and met here. You acted as if you hated her, but found yourself in the very place she was born. Buying a large home in the countryside, you were satisfied with the large dungeon in the home.
Not long went by, before your encounter with the local vampires. They came to you on a night you stood near a cliff, trying to pray. You had been trying for so long, you didnt have an end solution. For God to make your life less lonely, to bring your soulmate, to help you finally end your life, you were sure he wasn't listening, but it helped pass the time.
As they surrounded you, you didn't bother facing them, maybe they could kill you, but then Cassia came, telling you to show them your power. You had inherited all of the gifts and were much older than them. Begrudgingly, you turned to them, flying above them, watching as they quickly submitted to you. Then, one of them pointed out that you were praying, perhaps you were their saint, a mediator for the damned to god himself.
You denied their claims, but they didn't listen, asking to reside with you, which was the beginning of your coven. Eight young vampires, you grew closest to Demetrius, Jonah, and Marianne. Three centuries came and went and they all remained devout. Even though, for the last few years, you would be off and on starving yourself for weeks at a time.
âMy lord?â
âYes, Demetrius?â you answered, slowly turning to look at him. On his knees, his head bowed, he held a box.
âFor you, you shouldn't starve yourself like this,â he said, as you took the box, surprised to see the trapped rats inside.
âThank you,â you said, grabbing one of the rodents, and biting into it.
âThe others are too afraid to mention this, and asked me to bring it up with you,â he said, nervously.
âWell, out with it,â you told him.
âWe want to leave Rome, a few locals have gotten suspicious, and the talk has made its way to the city. We could easily kill them, but it would cause too much attention, so we think it is best to leave,â he said.
âStand up,â you told him. You found it so bothersome having all of them bowing and crawling at your feet.
âThe others are aware that they are able to leave this coven, I will not stop any of you,â you told him, as he stood in front of you.
âYes, but we want you to come, Marianne thinks we will be safe in Paris, but we want you to join us,â he said.
âGo with them, Rome no longer serves you any purpose, you only await death here,â Cassia told you, as you stared at Demetrius.
âHow soon did everyone expect to leave?â
âAs soon as possibleâ
âThen we will leave for Paris, and you all can come out from hiding,â you said, watching as your coven members slowly revealed themselves.
âThank heavens, there is one more thing, Demetrius hasn't told you, my lord,â Jonah said, making you face him.
âAnd what is that?â
âWe have hopes of blending in with societyâ
âVery well-
âI think they mean everyoneâ
âI mean everyone, and with the utmost respect, you will also have to adjust, or you will look out of place, Marianne can take care of your wardrobe,â he said nervously, glancing at her.
âTell them yes,â Cassia said excitedly.
âIf these are the plans, you all will need to prepare, as soon as possible,â you said, watching as everyoneâs faces lit up, dropping to their knees, they worshipped you.
âThis is good, you need the change, you can finally take steps towards living your life,â Cassia told you, as you lowered your head.
Hopefully. How long would your life continue like this? The vain worship, as if you were their god. You couldn't remember the last time someone looked into your eyes and saw you as an equal. Maybe Paris could change the agonizing lifestyle you felt trapped in.
âI hope I haven't overdone myself, my lord,â Marianne said, her head down, following you into the large castle-style home.
âIt is perfect, I can't remember the last time I saw coffins this nice,â Cassia clapped, walking next to you.
âYou have done well, everything is pleasant,â you told her, patting her head as she thanked you profusely.
âAmazing, we have our own coffins?â Alexander, one of the younger, newer members of the coven exclaimed. He was also Marianneâs soulmate.
âYes, I apologize for my negligence as a coven leader over the years, in the dungeon, I felt no need for coffins, being that it was dark, but coffins are much more comfortable than the cold floor,â you told him, you didn't realize until after speaking, everyone stared at you with such admiration in their eyes.
âWe chose you as our leader, and we accept any conditions, as long we can stay with you, although we are very thankful for the upgrade,â Jonah told you, everyone agreeing.
âEnough of the praise, there are still a few hours left in the night, go hunt, and travel together, until you are familiar with your surroundings,â you waved them off.
âYou're not coming?â
âPerhaps another time, go on,â you told them, turning away, and going to your room.
It had only been a few hours since arriving in Paris, at the large house. Demetrius took care of finding the place, while Marianne furnished it, before your arrival. You couldn't lie, you felt uncomfortable, your usually unruly appearance had been completely changed, replaced by fitted trousers and a soft turtleneck.
You refused to be walking around in the strange dresses of the age and preferred androgynous pieces of clothing.
âWill you hunt tomorrow?â
âCassia, why is it that even in death, you force yourself into my life, I am not yours,â you told her sternly.
âYou are my fledgling, my blood flows within you, I can not leave you to die, not when you have so much potential and when you haven't given yourself a chance to find your soulmate, even in death, I love you more than myselfâ
âThen why did you leave? All you wanted was for me to love you, and when I did, you left,â you faced her, pointing accusingly.
âI made a mistake turning you, out of my own selfishness you were created. I couldn't keep you, and deny you the vampire meant to be yours. You can hate me, but I knew what was best, and trust me when I say, that coming to Paris was for the best, whatâs yours is soon to come, sooner than you think,â she said, vanishing.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and Cassia never spoke to you. It was refreshing, not having her in your ear. Other than the praise and worship, Paris seemed like the change you needed. No one encountered any other vampires, and they all were beginning to blend, amongst the mortals, as they originally wanted.
âMy lord, please help,â Marianne burst into your room. You were levitating, attempting to pray, but opened your eyes.
âWhat is it?â you asked, furrowing your eyebrows at the blood smeared all over her face.
âAlexander is in trouble; he wandered off while we were hunting and came across a few other vampires, they followed him here and they're much stronger than the others, please do something,â she said, her voice filled with urgency. Nodding, you let your feet touch the ground, before following her.
Just as the door opened, you could see the vampires surrounding your coven, taunting them. Lifting from the ground, with only a flick of your finger, fire sparked around them, making them confusing look around looking up at you.
âGet away from them,â you warned them.
âYou and your coven are in claimed territory, youâve been here for months and haven't made your presence known,â one of the vampires spoke, his back had been turned to you the entire time.
âCareful,â Cassia spoke, you looked over at her. This was the first time seeing her in over seven months.
âI do not answer to other vampires,â you told him, going back to the ground, as he began to turn around.
Fire appeared in his hand, making you do the same, and just as he faced you, both of you froze. His eyes widened, while you shook your head in disbelief. Your heart was racing, goosebumps on your skin, as you stared at this beautiful creature. Your heart was reaching out to him, yearning to be loved and cherished by him, he was your soulmate.
âEnough, let them go,â he spoke to his coven, making them look at him confused.
âWe can't just-
âEnough,â he raised his voice, and immediately they stopped, moving away.
Your coven slowly came to you, each of them bowing their heads at you. Alexander looking the most apologetic.
âI am sorry, my lord,â he started.
âYou have done nothing wrong,â you reassured him.
âI am Armand, What is your name?â the man spoke, making your eyes shift back to him. As much as you knew for sure he was your soulmate, you refused to give in. To be used for his personal pleasures, like Cassia.
âThat is none of your concern,â you said, and immediately he was in front of you. His eyes softened, reaching for your hand, but you took it away.
âYou are my soulmate,â he started.
âAnd if I wasn't, what would have happened? You threatened my coven and me, I am quick to forgive, try again another time,â you spat, turning away, your coven following.
âYou're just letting them leave,â Santiago asked, frowning.
âYes, for now, we must go, the sun will be out soon,â he said, walking toward their bikes.
âWhy would you deny him, deny yourself love?â Cassia asked.
âThe sun will be out within the next hour,â you announced.
âYou would rather be alone, and sulk until you dieâ
âStop talking,â you muttered.
âYou have followed in my footsteps with your selfishnessâ
âCassia shut up,â you yelled, as your coven members shared looks of concern, seeing you yell at what seemed to be nothing.
âEveryone to your coffins,â you said, clearing your throat and going to your room.
âIt is not my intention to hurt you, my love, but I don't want you to do this to yourself. If you could have seen from another perspective how he looked at you, he didn't want to harm you, if he comes back, give him a chance, please, for the both of us,â she told you, holding your cheek, before disappearing.
Going to your coffin, you blocked everyone out as they talked among themselves. Whispering questions, and ideas. As the sun came up, you fell asleep easily, all of them leaving your mind as you gave in to the well-needed rest.
Just as the moon covered the sky, you opened your eyes at the sound of a knock on the front door. Getting out of your coffin, you began to leave the room. You could see Demetrius at the door, it was only cracked, but you knew who stood on the other side.
âIf I may speak with your leaderâ
âI don't think that is a-
âIt is okay, Demetrius,â you told him, watching as he bowed, opening the door more to reveal him, holding a bouquet of roses.
âAre you sure?â
âI am, thank you,â you said.
âGood boy,â the youthful man said, tauntingly, while Demetrius slowly walked away, growling at him, as he disappeared into his room, as you approached the door.
âIs there something I can help you with?â you asked.
âYou told me to try again another time, these are for you,â he said, holding out the flowers for you to take.
âI didn't think you would come so soon,â you said, making them fly across the room, landing on the nearby table.
âYou are my soulmate, I couldn't go another moment knowing you are out there, away from me. I apologize for my coven and my behavior, we have been aware of your people for some time now, waiting for any of you to reveal yourselves,â he said.
âI too am at fault, I sensed the presence of another older vampire, but I didn't realize you would be so close,â you admitted, you couldn't decide if it felt odd or refreshing, as he stared into your eyes, nodding after each word that came from your mouth.
âFate has a way of working, come with me, somewhere more private,â he said, holding out his hand. Hesitantly, you accepted his hand, exiting the house. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he lifted from the ground, flying through the sky.
He didn't stop until he was at the famous art museum, freezing security, slowly lowering to the ground. As your cold feet touched the floor, his hand went from your waist to your hand, leading you up the stairs.
âYour coven, they worship you as if you are their god, Y/n, it took a lot of digging to find out your name,â he started.
âThey have convinced themselves I am some sort of saint for the damned, I have denied the title, but now I think they have simply chosen to be loyal to me,â you shrugged.
âAnd your faithful servant, Demetrius?â he asked in a tone you didn't like.
âWhat about him?â
âHe is only your devout worshipper? He seemed to care-
âHe is loyal, but if we had anything going on, it wouldn't be any of your business-
âY/n, don't act like that,â Cassia appeared.
âWould you be quiet,â you started, but froze, realizing you spoke to her, in front of Armand.
âAre youâŠalright, darling?â he asked, glancing at you.
âMy maker insists on haunting me, to make up for her mistakes,â you confessed.
âHer mistakesâŠ.â
âShe thought I could potentially be her soulmate, so she turned me, but when she realized I would eventually meet my soulmate, she went into the sun,â you said, as you focused on the artwork along the walls.
âIâm sorryâ
âCenturies, I have been alone, honored but unknown to my coven, it was her, who had convinced me to come to Parisâ
âThen I should be thanking her, for bringing you to me,â he smiled, keeping his eyes straight ahead.
âArmand, I canât be with you, I hardly know you-
âYou and I, we are more alike than you think, untrusting, hurt, a wall built around us, in hopes of protecting what was once wounded. Iâm not asking for you to jump out of your comfort zone, but rather, Iâd like to invite you to visit my theatre. You have to get to know someone to decide if they are worthy of being trusted,â he said, making you glance over at him.
This beautiful man, your soulmate, the deepest parts of your soul pleaded to give into his words. Fall into his embrace and exchange your love, but the emotional scars held you back.
Clearing your throat, you walked away from him, towards the next piece of art. âIâll think about it,â you said, hearing his small chuckle, before he followed behind you.
âWhere did you reside, before coming to Paris?â He asked, making you slightly frown.
âWhy?â
âIâm only curious to know more about you, your background, how did a woman as beautiful as you, become a coven leader, with such powerful gifts,â he said.
âI could say the same, you look very young, how old were you?â you asked him.
âLadies first,â he smirked. Looking into his eyes with a straight face, you searched for deception, any reason to not trust him, but you could find none. His body language was completely defenseless and open to you. Sighing, you opened your mouth, starting from the beginning, you shared your story with him.
From the windows, you could feel the eyes of your coven members. Lowering to the ground, with Armand, you held on comfortably, as the two of you continued talking.
The coven couldnât deny how different you already seemed. This was the most theyâd ever seen you speak, occasionally laughing at whatever the man had said. The sun would be out in less than an hour and here you stood out in the open, with the mysterious man.
âYou should go, the sun will be out soon, and my coven, they are watching usâ
âIntensely,â he agreed, making you snicker.
âYou look so beautiful when you smile,â he continued, watching as you bit down on your lip.
âI have to go,â you said. Turning to leave, he reached for your hand, stopping you. Pulling the card from his pocket, he slipped it into your fingers.
âCome to the theatre, you and your coven,â he smiled.
âSleep well, Armand,â you told him, walking away. You could feel the wind blow, as he flew into the sky.
Entering the house, your mood changed, seeing your coven shift their eyes from you. You knew it was out of respect, but you saw them as equals, and this was growing tiring.
âAnd if you expect to blend in, then there will be no bowing or titles, we are going to enjoy ourselves, save your worship,â you said, turning to go upstairs.
âMy lord,â you heard, as you were about to enter your bedroom.
âYes,â you turned, facing Marianne.
âHeâs your soulmate, isn't he?â she asked, a small smile, on her face.
âIâm afraid so,â you said lowly.
âGive him a chance, you deserve to be adorned with love and kisses. Just looking at him, Iâm sure your heart flutters tremendously,â she said.
âIs that how you feel about Alexander?â
âFrom the moment I looked into his eyes, I fell in love, and it hasn't faltered since then, please, you deserve this,â she said, for the first time, meeting your eyes differently. Not as a devout worshipper, but a friend.
âGet some rest, Marianne,â you smiled at her, turning to leave her, going into your room.
âSheâs right, you know,â Cassia spoke, as soon as the door shut.
âI thought you were done for the night,â you told her, as you removed your clothing, changing into your pajamas.
âI will be leaving you soon,â she smiled, looking down at her hands, two wedding rings decorated her finger.
âGiving me another break?â
âFor good,â she said, as you snapped your head her way.
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou have found your soulmate, you may not see it now, but Armand is persistent, and he loves hard. You will give in to his love, and finally, this void within you will be filled. Meaning, my work is done,â she smiled, a bloody tear dropping from her eye.
âWhere will you go?â
âI am damned, so I would assume hell, not that it matters,â she laughed, bitterly.
âYou don't have to do that, you can stay-
You began to protest, coming up with possibilities, while she stood, shaking her head. Approaching you, you began to cry quietly. You held a resentment towards her, yet you couldn't deny how much she meant to you, at this moment.
âYou don't have to go,â you whispered.
âI may be damned, but Iâve done well with you, my greatest creation, my love, my angel â you make the dark gift shine beautifully in the night. You will always be the best thing that happened to me. All I ask is that you live, and continue to flourish, no matter what. No more dungeons, starving yourself, isolating from the world, do you understand?â she asked, smiling sadly, as you nodded.
âYes,â you managed to speak.
âAs much as Iâd love to savor your lips, I will save them for your soulmate. Even when Iâm not here anymore, I will live on through you. My blood flows in you, leaving a small piece of me with you, for an eternity. Goodbye, my sweet y/n,â she said, slowly fading. As she completely disappeared, you noticed the teardrop blood stain, right where she stood. Proof that she hadn't been part of your imagination, but actually with you, throughout the years.
Opening your coffin, your mind shifted between Armand and Cassia. Love. You still didn't what it was, but perhaps he could be the one to show you â with Cassia gone, what did you truly have to lose?
âWe're trying to assimilate and these pricks are blatantly doing this, acting like it's a play,â you could hear Demetrius grumble, as you all sat, attempting to watch the play. The play that you all quickly realized, was one, terrible, and two, their way of killing humans in front of other humans.
âExactly, but these mortals are just as pathetic because they find it scary,â Jonah laughed, as the curtain closed. The young girl could still be heard screaming, her voice growing faint.
âI see him,â Marianne bumped your shoulder, making you look over. He sat in a booth, facing you, and as soon as you met his eyes, he smiled. You almost returned the gesture, but instead, you kept a straight face, making his face falter for a moment.
Turning back towards the stage, you listened to Jonah, Demetrius, and Alexander go on about how terrible the play was, going as far as making jokes about the actors. You could feel his gaze, but you ignored it, watching as humans began to leave the theater.
âThat was almost two hours of my life wasted,â Alexander whined to Marianne.
âLook who decided to show his face,â the familiar man spat, standing in front of you all, his eyes on Alexander.
âHe doesn't want any problems with you,â you told him, as his eyes sharply shifted to you.
âTheir dear coven leader, you have all of them afraid of you, but perhaps it's because you haven't met your equal, or someone stronger,â he hissed at you, as you stood up.
âIs that supposed to be you?â you tilted your head, fire sparking from your fingers.
âEnough, Santiago,â Armand spoke up. The man rolled his eyes, but obeyed his orders, backing away from you. The action seemed to catch the attention of all of his coven members, as they stopped what they were doing to watch the scene unfold.
âY/n is my soulmate, disrespect to her is disrespect to me, and it will not be tolerated. Do I make myself clear?â he raised his voice, and many of the members nodded in agreement. Santiago remained quiet when Armand grabbed him, choking him.
âDo you understand, Santiago?â he asked him, watching him struggle to nod, muttering an embarrassed, âYesâ.
âGood,â he shoved him away, his eyes moving to you.
âCome,â he held out his hand to you, watching as you slowly accepted it.
Looking down at your hands, his fingers intertwined with your own, you looked back at your coven. They smiled excitedly, Jonah giving you a thumbs up.
âI was surprised you came, what did you think of the play?â
âIt was awful, but in a good way, I guess. I enjoyed the ending,â you said, laughing at his surprised expression.
âAt least you're honest,â he sighed, his thumb brushing against your hand.
âI thought of you throughout the night, I hoped that you would show up,â he admitted, as he led you in the direction of the park.
âYeahâ
âAll I wanted was to see your beautiful face again or smell your scent. Iâve never met any-
âArmand, this is difficult for me. I haven't experienced this kind of passion, for over half of my vampiric life. I didn't know how to love, or what it even means to,â you told him, but he only shook his head.
âDo you feel the same way, when you look at me? As if time stops, the compelling force to do or be anything your soulmate wants, as long as they will have you. The elation of just looking at your soulmate, because they look nothing but perfect in your eyes, do you feel this way too?â he asked, relief when you hesitantly nodded.
Pulling you closer, his eyes shifted from your lips to your eyes. He seemed a bit hesitant, making you think of Cassia and Marianne. Their words replayed in your mind, you thought of the same saying from the previous night, what did you truly have to lose?
Standing on your toes, your lips pressed against his own, immediately, his arms were around your waist. Moaning into the kiss, you could feel the almost static connection between the two of you, just as your skin touched for a kiss.
âI-I want this, but Iâm not ready,â you told him, feeling guilty, as you pulled away.
âThere is no rush, as long as you remain close, we can take as much time as you need,â he said, holding your hand, and placing a kiss on it.
âAnd our covens?â
âThey will learn to coexist, or they are free to leave,â he shrugged.
âI think we should get back, and maybe share this information with them,â you said.
âAnything you say,â Amrnand said, holding your hand, as he led you back to the theatre.
On your back way, you passed through the market, a young girl catching for attention. She stood next to a tent, holding a sign, in front of a crate of apples.
âWould you like an apple, mademoiselle?â she asked, reminding you of Cassia.
âI-no thank you,â you smiled, before looked back at you in confusion.
âYou okay?â he asked.
âYes, we should hurry back,â you said to him, as he continued walking, pulling you close, leading you back the the theatre.
An eternity, you had an eternity with your soulmate. You could see now, that you would enjoy his company, he was protective, considerate, and kind. An eternity of being with Armand, perhaps then you would could finally begin to learn what it meant, to be loved.
i had to end it here bc y'all know i would go on and on đ
The fact that the description of the iwtv book at my library is âRecounting his first two hundred years of life, a vampire tells of his erotic alliance with Claudia, whose passions are forever locked up in the body of a child.â makes me wonder why anyone would pick up this book.
(i am reading it and giving it a chance, but if i didnât know the basics of the story already this wouldâve made me never pick it up in the first place lmao)
an early halloween with louis, lestat, and claudia where she has them each dress up as a the scariest thing imaginable!(theyâre a crucifix, garlic, and the sun)
warnings | smut, afab!reader, dom armand, fingering, praise, possessiveness, one mention of cheating sorta kinda? (we all know louis and armandâs relationship i mean would u call it cheating if it was open idfk)
a/n | 70s armand save me, save me 70s armand. so i finished iwtv in the span of one week and i can say i forgive armand for all his crimes, heâs just a girl <3 there is such a devastating lack of fics for my botticelli angel im here to mend that !!! i know i made that little post a while ago and i finally finished the fic i hope yall enjoy <3 crossposted on my ao3
âshow me,â
his voice was a purr loud enough just for you to hear. you sat between his legs, chest pressed against the handsome stranger you met at the bar who managed to lure you into his home. âplease yourself for me..â he usually doesnât play with his food but the sight of your lips hung open, and the sound of your moans, he couldnât help himself.
mesmerized by his voice, you trail your hand over your clothed sex finding the fabric had been soaked through. you shift to slip them off, a twinge of embarrassment making your face burn. you forced your legs apart, your head lolling back onto armandâs shoulder as your hand glided through your slick cunt.
âjust like that, my love, make yourself feel good for me,â he whispered as he traced the curves of your body, stopping right at the dip of your hips. his grip on you was firm, as his lips left warm kisses on your neck. his touch was so precise yet so desperate to feel as much as possible of you.
âpl-please, touch meâ you begged between whimpers, your legs were trembling as you could feel pleasure starting to bubble up uncontrollably. it was so overwhelming to feel like he was devouring you with his eyes, and touch. his praises were like fire flowing throughout your body as he consumed every cell of your body.
he hummed at your words, the utter desperation that he could feel seeping out of you made him want to fuck you without restraint, but he denied himself just to torture you.
âjust my fingers, nothing more..âarmand offered, he felt you tremble in anticipation forcing his hard cock against your lower back. you craved to feel him inside you, and he knew.Â
armands breath tickles your ear as he slides two of his fingers over your slit. you squirm a bit as he ghosts just over your clit, his voice mumbling something about you being dripping for him.Â
âthank y-you,â whispered again as his fingers slowly traced your skin, until they reached your folds. you were pushed closer to him, so he could effortlessly reach your sopping cunt as he kissed the dip of your shoulder. he could devour you if he chose.
his skin was cold to touch as you laid against him. âso breathtakingâ He murmured as his elegant fingers barely touched your clit, your hips buckled to meet him âso sensitive,â
when he finally dipped his finger in you, thatâs when his facade cracked. the way your warmth enveloped his finger, swallowing it hungrily and clenching around it, made his breath hitch. if armand concentrated enough he could picture what you would feel around his cock.
your small whine of 'more' causes him to smile against the nape of your neck as he inserts a second finger. he drags them in and out of you, slowly and gently before increasing the power behind them.
his other hand kneaded your chest, he wanted to worship every inch of you. you, kind stranger, distracted him from the boredom that was his life, his partner once again enjoying a young vulnerable boy.
you gasp grabbing onto his forearm feeling your body bounce a little as he did so, he pulled his head back to look down at youâ his golden eyes dilating in either love or something sinister, you couldn't tell. "thatâs it beloved, taking me so wellâ, his fingers curling up to search for that particular spot you liked âlike you were made for me..â you whined in agreement before letting out a sharp moan, there he thought, abusing that certain spot.
armand pumped his fingers into you relentlessly as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. for just moment he didnât care about anything but the way you begged him for more, the way you would tremble in his arms as he added another finger, the way you desperately chased your orgasm. he could feel the desire rushing through your veins.
your hands dragged up his body until the settled hooked behind his hand, pulling him closer as you felt a third finger gently split you open. your back arched, your chest hitting his as you felt that coil, that certain feeling in your stomach rise, ready to break.
"'m gonna cumâ don't, don't stop, please please." you babbled, to which he listened, telling you to cum that he was right here for you. he pressed his lips against your jaw, the sweet kisses and soft worship a distinct contrast from his onslaught on your poor cunt. and then you heard him, like he was inside your head âcum for meâ, armand invited you to let go of everything, to allow the ecstasy to eat you alive, and you did. âcumming', you repeatedâ his name being slurred as you called out to him, eyes shut tightly.
you were hit by everything all at once, your senses blurred as you could barely control your body. armandâs name was the only thing you whine out through the overwhelming pleasure that took over you. he burned the sight into his brain, warm juices coated his hand as he slowed his movements, still overstimulating you just a bit.
you slumped against his chest, your blissed out state warming his abnormally cold one, he didnât let go of you. you were out of breath, you stayed like that for a moment before he glanced at his fingers.
your pleasure dripped all over his pads, down to his palm, and he couldnât help but take a taste of you. he took his time savoring each finger like it was ambrosia.
Season 3 is going to be a challenge for some of you Armand defenders, but not for me, because as soon as we get Armand in Paris tying his hair back in ribbons and wearing cravats and frock coats or whatever other cunty historical outfits the iwtv costume department cooks up, Armand could commit any number of heinous, evil actions and I would simply stare at my TV with cartoon heart eyes popping out of my head anytime he is on screen.
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