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From: @magicbubblepipe

Gift For @gairid/@vampchronfic <3 

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Always keep your fangs sparkly clean! I commissioned this from the fabulous @lousysharkbutt as a gift for @gairid/ @vampchronfic, one of my fave fic writers in the VC fandom, for her birthday today! It’s Gairid’s OC Brian Callahan, with Lestat de Lioncourt and Louis de Pointe du Lac.

I headcanon that the vampires don’t always bother with this sort of thing but when it’s been a really messy evening, as they get ready for bed, they might want to brush their fangs, too. Brian is a very close mortal friend of theirs, and he lives with them sometimes, and even though he knows what they are, seeing those fangs is always a little unnerving.

A++ to @lousysharkbutt for including in all these little details I asked for, including Brian’s Night Island tourist tank, Louis’ ripped up nightshirt, and his mom-style showercap, and Lestat wearing nothing bc reasons <3 Their expressions are perfection and this is a wonderful artist to work with, fast turnaround and delivers more than requested, can’t recommend them highly enough ^______^

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Christmasing Intensifies

From: @gairid/ @vampchronfic

To: @theballadofmrslovett ( @covenofthearticulate) - Profuse apologies for the lateness of submission. I followed some of your prompts but as very often happens, the characters decided on their own direction. Joyeux Noël - enjoy!

Business at Finnegan’s Easy was brisk when we stopped in, but we managed to find two seats at the far end of the bar. Louis hung the handles of the shopping bag he’d been carrying on the little hook under the bar and began rummaging through it. From mid-bar, Alison, the bartender gave me a nod and a grin, mouthing ‘Regular?’ I nodded.

“Ah.” Louis muttered. “Found it. And the envelopes.”  He straightened his back and set the mentioned items on the bar. He was completely adorable in a bright green Grinch sweater and a Santa hat perched on his head.

“Max and the Grinch!” Alison cried as she approached with two mugs of Bass Ale.

“At your service,” Louis said amiably, doffing the Santa hat with good deal of aplomb. Alison put the mugs in front of us.

“I’d curtsey, but I don’t know how,” she said. She had a radiant smile. I’d always thought so.

“It’s easier if you’re wearing a gown.”  I said.

“If you say so. Hey, I love the uh…antler, Max,” she said with a cheeky nod at my head. “I’m betting those get-ups were your idea.”

“Ha!” I said. “You’d lose that bet! Louis surprised me with the sweaters and headgear.”  I gave her a gleaming smile. This seemed to delight her.

“Should I start a tab, or…”

“Not today, thanks. We have several visits ahead of us,” Louis said, picking up the beautifully wrapped little box and handing it to her. Her dark eyes lit up with pleasure.

“Merry Christmas, Alison.” Louis said warmly.

“Yes–Joyeux Noël, ma chérie.” I pushed the envelopes her way. “And if you wouldn’t mind distributing these among your colleagues? There is one in there for you and please give Raquel our good wishes. ”

“You guys are the best. Really…thank you so much and Merry Christmas to you both.”

An hour or so later, all deliveries done, we sat side by side on a bench in front of the Cathedral listening to a group of carolers enthusiastically charging through ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’. They made up in speed what they may have lacked in tunefulness.

“It will rain later.” Louis remarked. His head was tilted back and his mouth open slightly as he tasted the wind.

“I suppose we should head home. Trust you to invite Armand to a Christmas movie night.” I said, going for a tone of severe annoyance and failing utterly. I didn’t mind that Armand was coming, not really. It’s become a bit of a game and as such things go, it had become comfortable and somehow compelling. “You really are a Grinch, you know that?”

“Oh yes,” he agreed. “A nasty, wasty skunk.” He opened his eyes and turned to look at me. “Come now, Lestat. Don’t deny how completely you enjoy Armand crawling all over you, the frightful little imp. And Daniel will be with him, so it should be an entertaining evening.”

“I’m quite sure our succulent little Amadeo would much rather be crawling all over you, Louis dearest.”

He sniffed. “Not if you put on that terrifying Santa lingerie. I’m certain he’d be most interested in what the …uh…beard covers.” He made a comical face that managed to convey both amusement and horror at the same time.

 An hour and a quarter later we’d greeted our guests with a round of embraces and kisses beneath the enormous, not-not-to-be missed cluster of branched mistletoe hanging from the chandelier in the foyer. I must point out that Armand took complete advantage of the tradition involving mistletoe with both Louis and myself as well as with Daniel. Predictable of course but  as I pointed out  earlier, compelling. When he’s not working hard at appearing aloof and enigmatic, he can be a seductive little creature.

 After welcoming them with the impromptu make-out session, I noticed our guests were dressed alike in expensive cashmere slacks and sweaters colorfully decorated with tiny blinking  lights . I was working out something snide but not too aggressive to say about the sweaters but before I managed it, Louis ushered them upstairs.

 Louis’s prediction was the accurate one; as soon as I sat down, Armand made himself at home beside me and by the time all the Whos down in Whoville were welcoming Christmas Day, he was draped across my lap, but his child-like enjoyment of the cartoon changed the ambiance entirely. By the time we’d got to the Alastair Sim version of ‘A Christmas Carol’, the four of us were sprawled in a comfortable tumble beneath  a comforter.

 “You know, I always thought that perhaps the spirits had driven Ebenezer quite mad, judging by his behaviour on Christmas morning.” Armand said.

 “Such behavior seems normal enough considering the rapid emotional changes Scrooge underwent in the course of one night,” Louis replied.

 “Oh, my god.” Daniel said,  laughing.  “Are you  seriously dissecting this?  The story is one of those whaddayacallit…” He twisted his head around to look at me.

 “Cautionary tale?” I said.

 “Yeah. Close enough.”

 Armand reached and ran his hand through Daniel’s hair. “Just a remark.” he said.

 “Huh.” I said. “By this time I think I recognize the specific ways in which Armand and Louis flirt.”

 Daniel laughed. “Must be preliminary, then. The real seduction begins when they speak Latin to each other.”

 Armand looked over at Louis. “Philistines.”

 Louis nodded in agreement. “Rabble.”

 “As far as I know, I am the only nobility in this room.” I said loftily.

 Armand snorted. “Politesse dictates that remain silent rather than possibly offending you,” he said, shifting in my lap so he could look up at me rather than at the television. “My lord.” he  added with a particularly melting glance.

 “Louis,” Daniel hissed in a dreadfully loud stage whisper, “Please look at me so that I will fall instantly in love with you.”

 “Didn’t he already do that upon your initial meeting?” I asked sweetly.

 Louis made no remark. Instead he slithered across Daniel so they were face to face, mouths very close. Louis gave him a hot little kiss. “Do you love me now? I hope so.” He glanced at the French doors. The band of sky just visible above the roofline of the houses across the street had lightened to gray. “Because it looks like you’ll need to spend the day with us.”

 Louis rose from the couch in his usual graceful way and extended his hand to Daniel. I looked down at Armand. “After your last remark I should toss you out the door, but I will defer to Louis.  The bed’s big enough and of a necessity, our bedroom is the secure one.”

 “Merry Christmas.” Daniel breathed, following Louis from the room. He was still clearly enthralled by Louis’s kiss.

 “Who knows what might happen when we next awaken?”  Armand said musingly. A smug little smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

 I put my arms under Armand and stood, cradling him like a sleepy child. “Who knows?” I set him on his feet.

 “Merry Christmas, Lestat.” he said as we walked companionably down the hall.

 “Merry Christmas, Armand.”

 FIN

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Have you read any good Louis/ Lestat fics that you would recommend?

Fanfic?? there’s no such thing as VC fanfic… pfffft. What are you crazy honestly??! J/k it’s out there. *blows kisses at AO3* 

Recommendations…

Thanks for asking! I haven’t had a fanfic rec request in awhile. 

However, as far as “good L/L fics,” that is wholly and wildly subjective. The danger of recommending any fic runs the same risk of doing those Follow Forever posts, which I don’t do, because I’ve seen ppl who were left out feel hurt and excluded. 

Recommending fic feels slightly different to me bc it’s up to every reader whether they like something or not, and I don’t read every fic with that pairing. My closer VC friends and I happen to agree on many favorite fics and that’s been wonderful, but please ask other ppl for recommendations, too. Anyone is welcome to reblog/comment with recs!

My tags:

#fanfic - some of this tag is more about the topic of fanfic itself, but there are fics mixed in there.

#Fresh fanfic

#damn you and your perfect headcanon perfection tags here.

There’s also some fine stuff in the @vcsecretgifts​ archive.

Archive of Our Own (aka AO3) has a mission statement about protecting fanworks from copyright infringement arguments, so I feel pretty safe recc’ing stuff that’s on there:

Gulfport: A British Petroleum Fanfic (Part One) by hw_campbell_jnr - There are 2 parts and it’s incomplete but this is devastatingly beautiful long!fic. Hipster modern Lestat and Louis, Lestat going by a pseudonym, politics woven in, it’s just too good. It annoys me how good it is. I am annoyed. I would be less annoyed if it were COMPLETED.

Retail Therapy by Rebness (@wicked-felina) -  what I love about this, among other things, is that it really is retail therapy for Lestat without that needing to be explained, and has a sweet ending <3

The Grim Brothers by Rebness (@wicked-felina​) - incomplete but it’s a fun little werewolf AU! I hope the author picks it up again someday *NUDGES*

The Hostile Takeover by StellaMachiavelli (@stellamachiavelliici) - is a legendary fic. “Lestat de Lioncourt is a high-flying businessman out for revenge on ruthless boss Santino, with the help of his best friend David Talbot. There’s just one complication: on Santino’s side is Lestat’s ex, Louis de Pointe du Lac.”

The Sexting Caper by Gairid - because sexting!

The Haunting by Gairid - A haunted object.

Gairid (@gairid, @vampchronfic) also has some excellent long!fics and collaborations with Leshan that are worth checking out, too many to list here.

My stuff… see Burnadette_dpdL. De Motu Cordis is not my fave but has one of the highest hit counts. L/L lovey fluff *blushes*

One Night in New Orleans by iskra667 - L/L angst, fluff, warning: it explores some darker themes and contains dubious consent.

Childhood memory - a harsh lesson is learned (not the official title) @devilsfool - not L/L but I always have to rec it, a response to an Ask, a first kiss, child!Lestat. 

Lestat’s actual birthday (not the official title) by @viaticumforthemarquise - not L/L but I always have to rec it,Gabrielle’s POV on the day Lestat is born oh gawds! Baby!Lestat

Anyone is welcome to reblog/comment with recs.

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Make sure he gets home before dawn!, featuring Brian Callahan & Lestat de Lioncourt by @lousysharkbutt 

I recently commissioned this fanart of @gairid‘s OC Brian & Lestat for @gairid‘s birthday (which was October 22!) *slaps myself with rolled up magazine for the delay* To my knowledge, this is the first fanart of Brain <3 It’s based on this pic, More fanart of OC’s, people!

ANYWAY thank you @gairid (aka @vampchronfic) for writing some of my favorite VC fanfic, your writing really captures our beloved vampires, and your worldbuilding is so rich and vibrant, it’s such a treasure, and thank you for sharing your headcanons with us, and being a wonderful friend to me for so many years now. You taught me fandom etiquette by example when I was a baby fanged trash kitten. You’re an inspiration to me and many others in so many ways <333

Thank you @lousysharkbutt, I love your style, and the transparent side panels definitely add a little extra pizzaz! You are in fact a magnificent shark butt, and a pleasure to work with in the commissioner-artist relationship. I encourage anyone to commission this artist!

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Drawing near to the holiday season, Lestat, Louis, Daniel, and Armand go to a closed big box store to play with the goods. Goods get played with, in more ways than one.

Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Mild Smut Characters: Lestat, Louis, Armand, Daniel Words: 3835 Summary: Drawing near to the holiday season, Lestat, Louis, Daniel, and Armand go to a closed big box store to play with the goods. Goods get played with, in more ways than one. Notes: This is a belated fic gift* to @thelionscrimsonclaws who had requested “A drabble… involving something rather intimate for the holidays between myself and another soul I am close to, perhaps?”Go by the "time stamps" in parenthesis for the order, the first one is the only one that occurs out of chronological order ;]Also, fair warning, Armand is /extra/ bully-ish here. Huge thank you to @wicked-felina (aka @Rebness) for touchups and beta-reading throughout the process; and @gairid (aka @vampchronfic) for writing some of the ending for me when I got stuck, could not have done this piece without you two!

*From the 2015 exchange! To be fair, I offered to substitute in for their assigned Santa, who flaked. And then I wasn’t inspired until now. Sorry for the delay... *cries*

Hit the jump for the first few paras.

(Louis, 2:35am)

The pain seared through my entire leg, sharpened and focused itself at the wound site, and as Daniel had aptly pointed out, it hurt no less just because I am a vampire. The blood still trickled out, but was not the gush it had been at the moment of impact, and the throbbing threatened my sanity enough to draw moans, but I kept my teeth shut; at least I had that much dignity. Still, ugly sounds escaped.

It had been mere minutes ago when I was unpierced, intact... there had been some argument about whether “an eye for an eye” applied, and I hadn’t had much of a chance to engage with it before I was shot like an unsuspecting buck in a forest. By someone who had once claimed to love me, someone who had once held my body tenderly against his own, someone who had drawn passion from it.

I shut my eyes tightly and tried to imagine what a sunrise might look like through the opening in the tent in which I lay supine, anything to soothe my mind. I could envision a lavender sky with rosy wisps of clouds skimming gently along, the warmth of the rising sun just tickling at my feet, which were still on the edge of the unzipped tent entrance, blood trailing behind them.

Hunting in a Walmart

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everything was so sweet | until you tried to kill me

#is this not what happened #where is the lie

@vampchronfic, @claudia-lilvampire, @kindadriftingintotheabstract

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Do you think these bitches are like, punctual? Sure, they don't have the bussiest agendas, but when they do have commitments or something, do they get there on time? Can you like, make a list? Most to least punctual? Weird question, but I'm curious.

I agree, weird question, but honey, ucametotherightplace ^________^

Vampiring can be very busy! All the entertainment (concerts, galleries, fashion shows), the charity balls, the netflix & chills, and they still have to wedge murder in, too. 

[@vampchronfic​ helped out on this answer! Much appreciated *u*]

Jesse and Pandora arrive early and always ask the host(ess) if they need any help setting anything up.

David and Marius are always on time. Perfectly. 

Louis is on time when he is not being dragged into lateness by Lestat.

Armand is variable; sometimes on time, sometimes fashionably late, but he always leaves first. His reasons are never questioned.

Daniel is on time when he goes with Marius or Armand, but on his own, always late (still consistently arrives before Lestat).

Lestat is always late bc he takes forever to dress up and dress Louis up and is easily distracted. It’s gotten to the point where Brian* has to lie that an event is an hour earlier than it really is just to get Lestat there /close/ to the starting time.

David chastises Lestat every time, Lestat laughs and laughs. David sends Lestat fancy watches with alarms set, accompanied by notes like, “So you’ll know the time. At ANY altitude.”

(*Brian Callahan is one of @vampchronfic‘s OC’s that I have come to aggressively accept into my headcanon.)

Gabrielle is never expected to go to anything (she moves around too much to be sent an invite and pays no attention anyway) unless she is in the presence of someone who got an invitation. She has little tolerance for mingling, but she does like David. They swap travel stories and he can usually impress her with his depth of knowledge of ancient ruins and natural wonders.