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rainbenrry23 · 2 years
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“There was a long time in my solo career when I wondered ‘would I ever do this tour? Would it ever happen?’ The fact that I’m playing to such an incredible amount of people… honestly it blows my fucking mind”
You did it, Louis, it happened. Beyond proud. ♥️
Louis being emotional and grateful on stage at Milano Summer Festival, 03/09/2022
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louismoncher · 1 month
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LDPDL, our delulu king ♥️
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louisupdates · 2 months
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The jacket that Louis was wearing today is a gift from a fan from FITFWT23: Turin! [29.2.2024]
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via lt91inmyveins, causewemadeit
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hywi2n · 1 month
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yandere-romanticaa · 8 months
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Him >>>>
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hekateinhell · 11 months
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Louis/ Lestat/ Armand: “ I want to go home.” 
for the five sentences writing meme!
in my heart this takes place shortly post-BC ♥
It's nonsensical, Lestat knows this.
He was home.
Home at Auvergne, home in this castle with its stone walls. And yet the thought sprung unbidden into his mind with all the urgency and anguish of a lost child: "I want to go home..." Skittering like an insect in his skull, knocking the breath out of him, almost causing him to shatter in the pen gripped tightly in his hand. The instinct to flee from the intensity of emotion making every muscle in his body tense in expectation of an imaginary blow.
There's something though, some nagging and grudgingly formed sentiment of self-preservation that's guiding him now, urging him to his senses to hone in on the two hearts in the entire castle that mean the most to him.
His refuge, the two beings whom Lestat's hurt the most in his long immortal life and who have hurt him back just as much. The two who have loved him the most over the past two hundred years and whom Lestat has loved every bit in return.
It's a hypnotic sound, galvanizing him right out of his chair and down the corridors—a man in a trance, Sleeping Beauty to the spindle—the dual heartbeats of Louis and Armand pulsating in perfect sync and in close proximity.
He finds them in Louis's rooms, of course. Utterly nude and tucked up into a semblance of mortal slumber in the ornate four-post bed. Lilies in a vase on the bedside table lending a heady perfume to this lovers' tableau.
Lestat bit his lip.
Armand had always been more successful at getting Louis to shed his maddening façade of morality and decorum. But that was Armand's way, wasn't it? The expert seductor.
You're thinking much too loudly, Armand's soft telepathic voice cut through the turmoil in Lestat's weary head.
Am I, imp? there's no bite to it, the events of the past couple weeks having left Lestat feeling thoroughly declawed.
Join us, Lestat. The only thing stopping you is you. Armand batting his sooty lashes up at him from his prone position, a greedy tease.
Auburn hair splayed out over Louis's narrow chest, pale apple cheek pressing onto the dark hair there, bare thigh slung casually over Louis's hip, delicate fingers still clinging to inky curls at the nape of Louis's neck.
And Louis! How exquisitely did his beauty shine with a dark flush of blood highlighting the dramatic planes of his aristocratic face, long lashes casting shadows over angular cheekbones as he dreamt mortal dreams.
An electrifying thrill jolts through Lestat when he recognizes the source of the blood in him, making the connection between Armand's pallid little face and Louis's seemingly living one, blissed in repose.
His throat suddenly burning with the need to taste Louis and Armand as one, as if Lestat's never had a drink in his life. Hunger almost too much to bear because it's really a combination of the three of them that he's smelling: his powerful blood in Louis's veins now melded with Armand's to create the most intoxicating fusion.
He sees himself in Armand's mind as he crawls towards them on all fours like a starving panther, something feral and desperate. Pupils blown wide, mouth open and fangs peeking out in anticipation, delirious with indecision as to which one he will claim first, craving the fervent delight of the conquer.
Lestat's only thought, only idea, only discernable desire is to ravage them, devour them whole, make for Louis and Armand a home inside of himself so that he may never feel homesick again.
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dreamings-free · 9 months
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isaacandersonmusic still here. still on tour. what a time ♥️

📸: @amymariephoto @bayleeef @helenseamons @olivia.bastone @joshuahalling oli
21/7/23
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faithinlouisfuture · 2 years
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28mindgames · 1 year
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oli 😭😭😭😭😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹
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clemmietimes · 1 year
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my day was meh but it was made marginally better imagining violet declaring to clementine that they were gonna get married and clementine just kinda laughs it off until violet actually finds a ring and proposes
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guentzel · 22 days
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Game Day in San Diego
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ghostfoolish · 8 months
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xxx
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louis-as-blog · 2 years
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yandere-romanticaa · 9 months
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Which one do you think would work better with you - William or Albert? 🤔 My bets are on William
I'mma make a poll bc I wanna hear what Y'ALL think
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hekateinhell · 9 months
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Some soft Lestat/Armand thoughts for your comfort (and mine)
I need Lestat to actually polish Armand with kisses and clean him up and comb his hair.
Some evening, around 2am, Lestat is in a hotel room when he senses Armand is near. Armand is feeling down lately, and he is just wandering aimlessly around the city in the rain. Lestat goes out, surprises Armand in some dark alley and Armand sees Lestat coming through his blurry vision, blood tears silently falling down his cold cheeks.
Armand doesn’t say much, he just lets himself be guided by Lestat’s firm hand on his waist into the hotel and into the absurdly expensive hotel room (because it’s Lestat, our boy needs his expensive fabrics and materialistic nonsense)
Armand’s hair is soaking wet from the rain, his clothes are rags, and his hands are ice cold, so he welcomes the warmth of the hotel room. Without speaking Lestat fills the bathtub, and carefully removes Armand’s clothing. Armand is silent as he let Lestat’s hands guide him to the bathtub. The tv in front of the bed is still on, and Armand can hear an old movie playing in the background; Audrey Hepburn’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s he recognizes.
Lestat carefully kneels next to the bathtub and begins to wash Armand, first his hands, arms and his shoulders.
Armand doesn’t really need this of course, dirt doesn’t cling to his skin, but tonight just the mortal comfort of a hot bath and a loving touch was all he needed. He’s been so lonely lately. Lestat gets a cup from the kitchen and uses this to slowly and carefully wash Armand’s hair and rinse the water.
Should Armand be ashamed of the way he lets himself be treated? Like he is some infant who needs to be washed by an adult? These thoughts come vaguely into his mind, but no, Armand had been so sad lately. At some point tonight he feared he might actually sink so deep within his despair that he would revisit old memories, and once that box opens he is far from being saved for some time. This might’ve happened, if Lestat hadn’t come tonight.
Lestat might’ve heard these thoughts because now he kisses the top of Armand’s curly head, he kisses his forehead and the tip of his nose and both his chubby cheeks.
It was weird, Armand thought, how Lestat could sometimes be exactly what someone needed despite his gigantic ego and his tendency to always make the dumbest decisions possible.
Lestat definitely did hear these thoughts because now he snorts a laugh.
“I have my moments” Lestat says as he turns to grab a giant fuzzy white bath towel from the hanger by the door.
Armand smiles to himself, he had missed Lestat. Missed his voice and his lions mane of golden hair and the way you could see how powerfully muscular his thighs were in those tight leather jeans. Lestat laughs again as he spreads the white towel in his arms and beckons Armand to come to him.
Later they lay on the big soft bed together. Lestat’s arms are tightly around Armand as they watch the tv. Lestat had given him some of his clothes and Armand had been vaguely embarrassed by the way he needed to roll the sleeves two times because they were too long for him. They had sat on the bed, and Lestat had combed Armand’s hair, so painfully gentle and loving that Armand had almost teared up again. Lestat had said that he liked to do this, when Armand had asked. “You are good to embrace, good to love.”
Armand wants to thank Lestat but somehow he can’t form the words without his eyes filling with tears again.
Lestat tightens his arms and polishes the top of his head with kisses.
“My coffin isn’t far from here, you can sleep with me if you want.” Lestat says softly
Armand nods.
“And tomorrow night we can go anywhere you want. I was going to meet Louis- you could come. He would love to see you.”
“Thank you” Armand says, smiling softly, as his eyes slowly fall into a mortal sleep.
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First I felt like it isn’t in Lestat’s character to be so quiet because our boy can never shut his big mouth, but I feel Lestat can be incredibly caring on some occasions. This actually turned out way sadder than I wanted it to be, sorry. But don’t feel bad, after this they go to Louis and the three of them go to Berlin and they go clubbing in this weird nightclub and Louis hates it but Armand and Lestat are having a great time with all those alternative intoxicated weirdo mortals who wanna dance with them. And the night after that they break into the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam and go look at paintings together because that’s what Louis wanted and they promised him they would go because Louis hated that nightclub so much. And Armand and Lestat offer to steal this Greek vase for Louis, because he loves it. And Louis almost smacks the back of both of their heads in his irritation. “Mon dieu, if you two don’t put that accursed vase down again I am leaving immediately! That thing is 2 thousand years old, if you two don’t get your greasy hands off it right now-“ and Armand is rolling his eyes but Lestat’s dumbass be like “My hands are never greasy, Louis. Louis, wait! Our hands aren’t greasy, come back!” Something like that.
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please write the fic, the whole thing from when Lestat goes out and finds Armand to when Louis almost smacks the two of them LMAO
you don't understand the chokehold those few lines in MtD have on me! I can't believe Lestat literally told Armand he wanted to polish him with kisses, that he's 'good to embrace and good to love', and people still try and say Lestat doesn't love him! IT'S SO GOOD AND IT'S RIGHT THERE ON THE PAGE IT MAKES ME FERAL
Lestat can absolutely be incredibly caring! I just said in another answer to an ask that I think Armand felt the same tenderness for Louis that Lestat did, but I also think that Lestat feels a similar tenderness for Armand. There's so many instances in canon from start to finish where Lestat's been so gentle and forgiving with Armand, you could even say Lestat felt a measure of responsibility for him.
And Armand is so vulnerable around him in a very unique way because like- it's Lestat! They've already seen each other at their worst more than once pretty early on, what else is left? It's all very sweet and so precious to me!! 😭
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